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PREFACE. 
 
 This selection of Hymns would not have been 
 added to those already published, had not the 
 Original Compositions, kindly contributed by 
 several friends of the Editor, been thought 
 too valuable to be restricted to a private 
 circle. In some of the Hymns, already well 
 known, a few slight alterations have been 
 ventured upon, which, it is hoped, will be 
 deemed improvements; in most cases, they 
 have been made with the advice and assist- 
 ance of the same friends whose poetry has so 
 greatly enriched the volume. 
 
 July, 1827, 
 
HYMNS 
 
 HYMN I. 
 
 In trouble and in grief, God, 
 Thy smile hath cheered my way ; 
 
 And joy hath budded from each thorn 
 That round my footsteps lay. 
 
 The hours of pain have yielded good, 
 Which prosperous days refused ; 
 
 As- herbs, though scentless when entire, 
 Spread fragrance when they're bruised, 
 
 The oak strikes deeper, as its boughs 
 
 By furious blasts are driven ; 
 So life's vicissitudes the more 
 
 Have fixed my heart in heaven. 
 
I HYMNS. 
 
 All -gracious Lord ! whatever my lot 
 
 In other times may be, 
 I '11 welcome still the heaviest grief 
 
 That brings me near to thee ! 
 
 Anonymous. 
 
 HYMN II. 
 
 Launched upon the stormy ocean, 
 Man's frail bark he cannot guide ; 
 
 How unstable is its motion, 
 Tossing on the changeful tide ! 
 
 Towards the distant port he glances, 
 Hoping still that port to gain, 
 
 But no further he advances, 
 For his hope is false and vain. 
 
 If he strike on shoals of error, 
 Plunge in quicksands of despair, 
 
 Or that fatal whirlpool — pleasure, 
 He is lost for ever there. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 Now the Christian's bark behold 
 Lonely on life's troubled sea ; 
 
 He shall reach with joy untold 
 The haven where he fain would be. 
 
 'Tis the Lord as pilot guiding, 
 He can well the vessel moor ; 
 
 And the Christian thus confiding, 
 Finds in hope an anchor sure. 
 
 Ne'er that anchor shall deceive him ; 
 
 Grounded on redeeming love, 
 Till his Saviour shall receive him, 
 
 To the port of rest above ! 
 
 Anonymous. 
 
 HYMN III. 
 
 Thy gracious presence, O my God, 
 
 My every wish contains ; 
 With this, beneath affliction's load, 
 
 My heart no more complains. 
 
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HYMNS. 
 
 This can my anxious cares control, 
 Gild each dark scene with light ; 
 
 This is the sunshine of the soul, 
 Without it, all is night. 
 
 O happy scenes of pure delight ! 
 
 Where thy full beams impart 
 Unclouded beauty to the sight, 
 
 And rapture to the heart. 
 
 Her part in those fair realms of bliss 
 
 My spirit longs to know ; 
 My wishes terminate in this, 
 
 Nor can they rest below. 
 
 Lord, shall the breathings of my heart 
 
 Aspire in vain to thee ? 
 Confirm my hope, that where thou art 
 
 1 shall for ever be. 
 
 Then shall my cheerful spirit sing 
 The darksome hours away ; 
 
 And rise on faith's expanded wing- 
 To everlasting day. 
 
 Anonymous. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN IV. 
 
 No more with trembling heart I try 
 
 A multitude of things ; 
 Still wishing to find out that point 
 
 From whence salvation springs. 
 My anchor's cast, cast on a rock 
 
 Where I shall ever rest 
 From all the labour of my thoughts, 
 
 And tumults of my breast. 
 
 What is my anchor ? If you ask — 
 
 A hungry, helpless mind, 
 Diving with misery for its weight, 
 
 Till firmest grace it find. 
 What is my rock ? 'Tis Jesus Christ, 
 
 Whom faithless eyes pass o'er; 
 Yet there, all sinners anchor may, 
 
 And ne'er be shaken more ! 
 
 Anonymous, 
 
HYMNS, 
 
 HYMN V. 
 
 For what shall I praise thee, my God and my 
 
 King — 
 For what blessings the tribute of gratitude 
 
 bring ? 
 Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health, and 
 
 for ease, 
 For the spring of delight, and the sunshine of 
 
 peace ? 
 
 Shall I praise thee for pleasures that gladdened 
 my breast — 
 
 Joys viewed in the distance, and treasures 
 possessed ? 
 
 For the spirits that heightened my days of de- 
 light, 
 
 And the slumbers that sat on my pillow by 
 night ? 
 
 For this I should praise ; but if only for this, 
 T should leave half-untold the donation of bliss; 
 
HYMNS. / 
 
 I thank thee for sickness, for sorrow, for care; 
 For the thorns I have gathered, the anguish T 
 bear. 
 
 The flowers were sweet, but their fragrance is 
 
 flown ; 
 They yielded no fruits, they are withered and 
 
 gone. 
 The thorn it was poignant, but precious to me, 
 'Twas the message of mercy — it led me to thee. 
 
 Anonymous, 
 
 HYMN VI 
 
 There is a sacred, hallowed spot, 
 
 Oft present to my eye ; 
 By saints it ne'er can be forgot, 
 
 'Tis much-loved Calvary. 
 
 Eventful mount ! Oh, what a scene 
 
 Of love and agony 
 Was there displayed, when Christ was seen 
 
 Suffering on Calvary. 
 
8 HYMNS. 
 
 'Twas there, he vanquished hell and death ; 
 
 And with a conqueror's cry, 
 (" Tis finish'd,") he resigned his breath 
 
 On much-lov'd Calvary. 
 
 Endeared mount ! for earthly joys 
 
 Let others pass thee by ; 
 Earth's transient scenes and fading toys 
 
 I'll leave for Calvary. 
 
 When fainting under guilt's dread load, 
 
 Then to the cross I'll fly; 
 And trust the merit of that blood 
 
 Which flows from Calvary. 
 
 And when around the feast of love, 
 
 Then will I fix mine eye 
 On him who intercedes above, 
 
 Who bled on Calvary. 
 
 When the dread scene of death, the last 
 
 Important hour draws nigh ; 
 Then with my dying eyes I '11 cast 
 
 A look on Calvary. 
 
 Anonymous. 
 
HYMNS. 9 
 
 HYMN VII. 
 
 Oh, would that my soul had the wings of a 
 
 dove, 
 And could fly to the uppermost heaven above ! 
 She has heard, 'tis a region of love and of 
 
 light, 
 And thither would speed, Oh, how swiftly her 
 
 flight ! 
 
 Ye angels, who people that balmy abode, 
 Come down for a moment— be guides of the 
 
 road ! 
 Through the grave and the portals of death it 
 
 may lie, 
 Rut I dread not to go if it lead to the sky. 
 
 I seek after peace, but I find it not here, 
 Midst the pantings of hope, and the tremblings 
 
 of fear ; 
 I thirst, but, ah ! where are the waters below, 
 Unpoisoned by sin, unembittered by woe ? 
 
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10 HYMNS. 
 
 A ray from on high has been sent to my soul, 
 And the shadows of earth seem more darkly to 
 
 roll; 
 The world all in ruins around me I see, 
 And here is no home, and no city for me. 
 
 For patience I pray, yet 1 sigh for release ; 
 Oh, take me, Redeemer ! for thou art my 
 
 Peace ! 
 The waters I long for are flowing above, 
 And the ray that was sent is the pledge of thy 
 
 love ! 
 
 C. S. B. 
 
 HYMN VIII. 
 
 Soldiers, sworn to fight, are we, 
 Yet we own no earthly vow ; 
 
 Who the secret mark may see 
 That we bear upon our brow?* 
 
 Rev. xiv. 1. 
 
HYMNS. 11 
 
 Outward armour we have none ; 
 
 What could steel to us avail? 
 Never hath the sunbeam shone 
 
 On our hidden coat of mail. 
 
 ? Tis not to the trumpet's sound 
 That we move in mustered host ; 
 
 Silence holds its reign around, 
 When the battle rages most. 
 
 Worse than mortal foes are our's, 
 Foes whose numbers are unknown ; 
 
 Principalities and powers, 
 Of a nature not our own. 
 
 Wearied, we may seek repose, 
 But they slumber not nor sleep ; 
 
 From the onset to the close 
 An unfailing watch they keep. 
 
 On the plain of human strife 
 
 If the wounded warrior lie, 
 Anguish ends, at least with life, 
 
 Tis his privilege to die ! 
 
12 HYMNS. 
 
 But should we the contest yield, 
 Refuge vainly we may crave ; 
 
 Dark may be the battle field, 
 But still darker is the grave ! 
 
 On our arms should victory shine — 
 All the praise and glory due, 
 
 To a Leader we resign, 
 
 Whom no living eye may view. 
 
 Mighty Leader ! from above 
 
 Thy confiding soldiers see ; 
 Cheer us with one smile of love, 
 
 We shall "more than conquerors" be ! 
 
 C. S. B. 
 
 HYMN IX 
 
 Travellers through a barren waste, 
 Christians, homeward let us haste ! 
 All is mean and fleeting here, 
 Nothing worth a hope or fear. 
 
HYMNS. 13 
 
 Wisdom sets before our eyes, 
 Only one unfading prize ; 
 Brightly are its glories seen, 
 But a valley lies between. 
 
 Would we needful terror know ? 
 There is one undying woe, 
 Black indeed, and deep its gloom, 
 But it frowns beyond the tomb. 
 
 Christians ! then awake — arise — 
 Throne your wishes in the skies ; 
 Tremble only lest your road 
 Lead you to the dark abode. 
 
 Prisoners once of earth's deceit, 
 Pleasure tread beneath your feet ; 
 Sloth, and her enchantments chase 
 This is not your resting-place. 
 
 Come, anticipate the day 
 When this scene shall pass away ; 
 When, your spirits on the wing, 
 Fancy hears them, parting, sing — 
 
14 HYMNS. 
 
 ' World, where we must cease to dwell, 
 c Land of shadows, fare thee well ! 
 ' Life henceforth no more shall seem 
 e Than an infant's troubled dream. 
 
 c Welcome, welcome, land of light, 
 ' Welcome, day that knows no night ; 
 ' Welcome, living streams of joy 
 6 That can neither fail nor cloy ! 
 
 ' Happy is the humblest place 
 ' Where we see our Father's face; 
 c Come, Lord Jesus ! quickly come, 
 * Bear us weary travellers home l' 
 
 a s. b. 
 
 HYMN X. 
 
 My times of sorrow and of joy, 
 Great God, are in thy hand ; 
 
 My choicest comforts come from thee, 
 And go at thy command. 
 
HYMNS. 15 
 
 If thou shouldst take them all away, 
 
 Yet would I not repine ; 
 Before they were possessed by me 
 
 They were entirely thine. 
 
 Nor would I speak a murmuring word, 
 Though the whole world were gone ; 
 
 But seek enduring happiness 
 In thee, and thee alone. 
 
 What is the world, with all its store ? 
 
 'Tis but a Litter sweet ; 
 When I attempt to pluck a rose, 
 
 A pricking thorn 1 meet. 
 
 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found ; 
 
 The honey's mix'd with gall : 
 Midst changing scenes, and dying friends, 
 
 Be, Lord, my All in All ! 
 
 Beddome. 
 
16 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN XL 
 
 Oh, God ! my heart within me faints, 
 And pours in sighs her deep complaints ; 
 Yet many a thought shall linger still 
 By Camel's height and Tabor's rill, 
 The Olive mount my Saviour trod, 
 The rocks that saw and owned their God. 
 
 The morning beam that wakes the skies, 
 Shall see my matin incense rise; 
 The evening seraphs, as they rove 
 Shall catch the notes of joy and love ; 
 And sullen Night, with drowsy ear 
 The still-repeated anthem hear. 
 
 My soul shall cry to thee, O Lord, 
 
 To thee, supreme incarnate Word ; 
 
 My rock and fortress, shield and friend, 
 
 Creator, Saviour, source and end. 
 
 And thou wilt hear thy servant's prayer, 
 
 Though death and darkness speak despair. 
 
HYMNS. 17 
 
 All ! why, by passing clouds oppressed, 
 Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast ? 
 Turn, turn to hiin, in every pain, 
 Whom never suppliant sought in vain ; 
 Thy strength, in joy's ecstatic day, 
 Thy hope, when joy has passed away. 
 
 Bowdler. 
 
 HYMN XII. 
 
 Before thy cross, my Saviour! I would 
 stand, 
 
 And gaze in sad astonishment and love ; 
 No other woes, like thine, my tears demand ! 
 But, ah, this soul ! how little do they 
 move ! 
 
 Yet would I gaze, and gaze till this hard 
 heart 
 
 In thankful adoration, prostrate lies ; 
 And body, soul and spirit, take their part 
 
 In celebrating Jesu's sacrifice. 
 
18 HYMNS. 
 
 " How marred his visage \" more than any face 
 Of any sufferer in this world of woe ; 
 
 Not all the sorrows of the human race 
 
 Combined, can equal those thy soul did 
 know. 
 
 The pierced sinews of thine outstretched hands, 
 Scarce can support e'en such a wasted 
 frame ; 
 
 Swollen with torture, every muscle stands, 
 And bursting veins thy agony proclaim ! 
 
 By Pagans wreathed, the cruel thorny crown 
 Draws from thy sacred head a copious flood ; 
 From all thy pores the mingling stream flows 
 
 down, 
 And stains thy naked body with thy blood . 
 
 Betrayed, deserted, cruelly denied, 
 
 Thy broken spirit sinks beneath the rod ; 
 
 E'en mocking thieves, though hanging at thy 
 side, 
 Forget their sufferings, to revile their God ! 
 
HYMNS. 19 
 
 Thirst adds its torments ; jeers and scorn their 
 sting : 
 Devils and death malicious powers blend, 
 And Jews and Gentiles mocking, style thee 
 king, 
 And bid thee from the cursed tree descend. 
 
 Thy God forsakes thee ! heaven smiles no 
 more ; 
 Thy Father's countenance has ceased to 
 shine ; 
 No bitter cup that e'er was mix'd before, 
 Contained such dregs, thou spotless Lamb ! 
 as thine. 
 
 Spotless /—Ah, there's to me both grief and 
 joy; 
 
 To me, alas ! deserving all thy pain ; 
 Grief, that my sin should thus thy life destroy, 
 
 Joy, that thou gav'st a soul without a stain. 
 
 Thus, therefore, while I stand and gaze, I feel 
 Abounding cause for gratitude and love ! 
 
 Oh ! let thy Holy Spirit only seal 
 To me a sense of pardon from above. 
 
20 HYMNS. 
 
 Then, every meditation on thy cross, 
 
 Will wake indeed, the praises of my tongue ; 
 
 For thee, Pll count the dearest objects loss, 
 For thee — in all thy precepts strive to run. 
 
 Thus would I show (by aid, Lord ! from on high,) 
 How great my sense of this thy matchless 
 grace ; 
 
 Thus, only trusting in thy merits, die — 
 And rise to see thee, Saviour ! face to face. 
 
 Oh ! with triumphant myriads may I tell, 
 And tell in numbers suited to the theme — 
 
 Jesus has freed my soul from death and hell, 
 By him I rose, I live in heaven by him ! 
 
 A. G. C. 
 
 HYMN XIII. 
 
 Dear is the hallowed morn to me, 
 When village bells awake the day 
 
 And by their sacred minstrelsy, 
 Call me from earthly cares away. 
 
HYMNS. 21 
 
 And dear to me the winged hour, 
 
 Spent in thy hallowed courts, Lord ; 
 
 To feel devotion's soothing power, 
 And catch the manna of thy word. 
 
 In secret I have often prayed, 
 
 But still the anxious tears would fall ; 
 
 But on thy sacred altar laid, 
 
 The fire descends, and dries them all. 
 
 Oft when the world with iron hands, 
 Has bound me in its six-days' chain, 
 
 This bursts them, like the strong man's bands, 
 And lets my spirit loose again. 
 
 Then dear to me the hallowed morn, 
 
 The village bells, the shepherd's voice — 
 
 These oft have found my heart forlorn, 
 And always bid that heart rejoice. 
 
 Go, man of pleasure, strike thy lyre, 
 Of broken Sabbaths sing the charms ; 
 
 Our's be the prophet's car of fire, 
 That bears us to a Father's arms. 
 
 Cunningham. 
 
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 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN XIV. 
 
 When in the hours of lonely woe, 
 I give my sorrows leave to flow, 
 And anxious fear and dark distrust 
 Weigh down my spirit to the dust ; 
 
 When not e'en friendship's gentle aid, 
 Can heal the wounds the world has made, 
 O ! this shall check each rising sigh, » 
 That Jesus is for ever nigh. 
 
 His counsels and upholding care, 
 My safety and my comfort are ; 
 And he shall guide me all my days, 
 Till glory crown the work of grace. 
 
 Jesus, in whom but thee, above, 
 Can I repose my trust, my love ? 
 And shall an earthly object be 
 Loved in comparison with thee? 
 
HYMNS. 23 
 
 My flesh is hastening to decay ; 
 Soon shall the world have passed away. 
 And what can mortal friends avail, 
 When heart, and strength, and being fail ? 
 
 But oh ! be thou my Saviour nigh, 
 And I will triumph while I die : 
 My strength, my portion is divine, 
 And Jesus is for ever mine ! 
 
 Conder. 
 
 HYMN XV. 
 
 There is a fountain filled with blood, 
 Drawn from ImmanuePs veins ; 
 
 And sinners plunged beneath that flood 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 And there may I, as vile as he, 
 
 Wash all my sins away. 
 
24 HYMNS. 
 
 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
 
 Shall never lose its power, 
 Till all the ransomed church of God 
 
 Be saved, to sin no more. 
 
 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. 
 
 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
 
 I'll sing thy power to save ; 
 When this poor lisping, stammering tongue 
 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
 Lord, I believe thou hast prepared 
 
 (Unworthy though I be,) 
 For me a blood-bought free reward, 
 
 A golden harp for me ! 
 
 'Tis strung and tuned for endless years, 
 
 And formed by power divine ; 
 To sound in God the Father's ears 
 
 No other name but thine. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
HYMNS. 25 
 
 HYMN XVI. 
 
 God of my life, to thee I call, 
 Afflicted, at thy feet I fall ; 
 When the great water-floods prevail, 
 Leave not my trembling heart to fail ! 
 
 Friend of the friendless and the faint, 
 Where should I lodge my deep complaint? 
 Where but with thee, whose open door 
 Invites the helpless and the poor ? 
 
 Did ever mourner plead with thee, 
 And thou refuse the mourner's plea? 
 Does not that promise still remain, 
 That none shall seek thy face in vain ? 
 
 O ! happiness bestowed on me, 
 To have an advocate with thee : 
 They whom the world caresses most 
 Have no such privilege to boast. 
 
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26 HYMNS. 
 
 Poor though I am, despised, forgo t, 
 Yet God, my God, forgets me not ; 
 And he is safe, and must succeed, 
 For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. 
 
 Coivpe?\ 
 
 HYMN XVII. 
 
 No longer I follow a sound, 
 
 No longer a dream I pursue ; 
 Oh, happiness, not to be found! 
 
 Unattainable treasure, adieu ! 
 
 I have sought thee in splendour and dress, 
 In the regions of pleasure and taste ; 
 
 I have sought thee, and seem'd to possess, 
 But have proved thee a vision at last. 
 
 An humble ambition and hope, 
 
 The voice of true wisdom inspires; 
 
 *Tis sufficient, if peace be the scope. 
 And the summit of all our desires. 
 
HYMNS. 27 
 
 Peace may be the lot of the mind 
 That seeks it in meekness and love ; 
 
 But rapture and bliss are confined 
 To the glorified spirits above. 
 
 Coivper. 
 
 HYMN XVIII. 
 
 To Jesus, the crown of my hope, 
 My soul is in haste to be gone ; 
 
 Oh, bear me, ye cherubim, up, 
 And waft me away to his throne. 
 
 My Saviour, whom absent I love ; 
 
 Whom, not having seen, I adore ; 
 Whose name is exalted above 
 
 All glory, dominion, and power. 
 
 Dissolve thou these bonds, that detain 
 My soul from her portion in thee ; 
 
 Ah ! strike off this adamant chain, 
 And make me eternally free. 
 
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28 HYMNS. 
 
 When that happy sera begins, 
 
 When arrayed in thy glories I shine, 
 
 Nor grieve any more by my sins 
 The bosom on which I recline. 
 
 Oh ! then shall the veil be removed, 
 And round me thy brightness be poured, 
 
 I shall meet him, whom absent, I loved, 
 I shall see, whom unseen, I adored. 
 
 And then never more shall the fears, 
 The trials, temptations, and woes, 
 
 Which darken this valley of tears, 
 Intrude on my blissful repose. 
 
 Or, if yet remembered above, 
 
 Remembrance no sadness shall raise ; 
 
 They will be but new signs of thy love, 
 New themes for my wonder and praise. 
 
 Thus the stroke which from sin and from pain 
 
 Shall set me eternally free, 
 Will but strengthen and rivet the chain 
 
 Which binds me, my Saviour, to thee. 
 
 Coivper <§• Holiest on. 
 
HYMNS. 29 
 
 HYMN XIX. 
 
 God moves in a mysterious way, 
 
 His wonders to perform; 
 He plants his footsteps in the sea, 
 
 And rides upon the storm. 
 
 Deep in unfathomable mines 
 
 Of never- failing skill, 
 He treasures up his bright designs, 
 
 And works his sovereign will. 
 
 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, 
 The clouds ye so much dread 
 
 Are filled with mercy, and shall break 
 In blessings on your head. 
 
 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 
 But trust him for his grace ; 
 
 Behind a frowning providence 
 He hides a smiling face. 
 
30 HYMNS. 
 
 His purposes will ripen fast, 
 Unfolding ev'ry hour ; 
 
 The bud may have a bitter taste, 
 But sweet will be the flower. 
 
 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 
 And scan his work in vain ; 
 
 God is his own interpreter, 
 And he will make it plain. 
 
 Coivp 
 
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 HYMN XX. 
 
 Holy Lord God ! I love thy truth, 
 
 Nor dare thy least commandment slight, 
 
 Yet pierced by sin, the serpent's tooth, 
 I mourn the anguish of the bite. 
 
 But though the poison lurks within, 
 Hope bids me still with patience wait ; 
 
 Till death shall set me free from sin, 
 Free from the only thing 1 hate. 
 
HYMNS. 31 
 
 Had I a throne above the rest, 
 
 Where angels and archangels dwell, 
 
 One sin unslain within my breast 
 
 Would make that heaven as dark as hell. 
 
 The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air, 
 
 And blessed with liberty again, 
 Would mourn were he condemned to wear 
 
 One link of all his former chain. 
 
 But oh ! no foe invades the bliss, 
 
 When glory crowns the Christian's head ; 
 
 One view of Jesus as he is/ 
 
 Will strike all sin for ever dead. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 HYMN XXI. 
 
 Oh ! for a closer walk with God, 
 A calm and heavenly frame; 
 
 A light to shine upon the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb ! 
 
32 HYMNS. 
 
 Where is the blessedness I knew 
 When first I saw the Lord ? 
 
 Where is the soul-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus and his word? 
 
 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! 
 
 How sweet their memory still ! 
 But they have left an aching void 
 
 The world can never fill ! 
 
 Return, O Holy Dove, return, 
 
 Sweet messenger of rest ! 
 I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
 
 And drove thee from my breast. 
 
 The dearest idol I have known, 
 
 Whateer that idol be, 
 Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
 
 And worship only thee. 
 
 So shall my walk be close with God, 
 Calm and serene my frame, 
 
 So purer light shall mark the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb ! 
 
 Cowper 
 
HYMNS. 
 
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 HYMN XXII. 
 
 O Lord, my best desire fulfil, 
 
 And help me to resign 
 Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 
 
 And make thy pleasure, mine. 
 
 Why should I shrink at thy command, 
 Whose love forbids my fears, 
 
 Or tremble at the gracious hand 
 That wipes away my tears ? 
 
 No, rather let me freely yield 
 What most I prize to thee, 
 
 Who never hast a good withheld, 
 Or wilt withhold from me. 
 
 Thy favour all my journey through 
 Thou art engaged to grant ; 
 
 What else I want, or think I do, 
 'Tis better still to want. 
 
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34 HYMNS. 
 
 Wisdom and mercy guide my way ; 
 
 Shall I resist them both ? 
 A poor blind creature of a day, 
 
 And crushed before the moth ! 
 
 But, ah ! my inward spirit cries 
 
 Still bind me to thy sway ; 
 Else the next cloud that veils the skies 
 
 Drives all these thoughts away. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 HYMN XXIII. 
 
 The billows swell, the winds are high, 
 
 Clouds overcast the wintry sky; 
 
 Out of the depths to thee I call, 
 
 My fears are great, my strength is small. 
 
 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, 
 And guide and guard me through the storm 
 Defend me from each threatening ill, 
 Control the waves, say— peace, be still. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
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 Amidst the roarings of the sea 
 My soul still hangs her hope on thee ; 
 Thy constant love, thy faithful care 
 Is all that saves me from despair. 
 
 Dangers of every shape and name 
 Attend the followers of the Lamb, 
 Who leave the world's deceitful shore, 
 And leave it to return no more. 
 
 Though tempest-tossed, and half a wreck, 
 My Saviour through the floods 1 seek ; 
 Let neither winds, nor stormy main 
 Force back my shattered bark again. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 HYMN XXIV. 
 
 The Lord will happiness divine, 
 On contrite hearts bestow ; 
 
 Then tell me gracious God, is mine 
 A contrite heart or no ? 
 
3G bi mns. 
 
 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, 
 
 Insensible as steel ; 
 If aught is felt, 'tis only pain 
 
 To find I cannot feel. 
 
 I sometimes think myself inclined 
 
 To love thee, if I could ; 
 But often feel another mind 
 
 Averse to all that's good. 
 
 My best desires are faint and few ; 
 
 I fain would strive for more, 
 But when I cry, ' my strength renew/ 
 
 Seem weaker than before. 
 
 Thy saints are comforted, I know, 
 And love thy house of prayer ; 
 
 I therefore go where others go, 
 But find no comfort there. 
 
 O make this heart rejoice or ache ! 
 
 Decide this doubt for me ; 
 And if it be not broken, break, 
 
 And heal it if it be. 
 
 Cow per. 
 
HYMNS. 37 
 
 HYMN XXV. 
 
 Far from the world O Lord, I flee, 
 
 From strife and tumult far ; 
 From scenes where Satan wages still 
 
 His most successful war. 
 
 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 
 With prayer and praise agree, 
 
 And seem by thy sweet bounty made 
 For those who follow thee. 
 
 There if thy Spirit touch the soul, 
 
 And grace her mean abode, 
 Oh ! with what peace, and joy, and lovej 
 
 She communes with her God ! 
 
 There, like the nightingale, she pours 
 
 Her solitary lays ; 
 Nor asks a witness of her song, 
 
 Nor thirsts for human praise 
 
38 HYMNS. 
 
 Author and guardian of my life, 
 Blest source of light divine, 
 
 And (all harmonious names in one,) 
 My Saviour ! thou art mine. 
 
 What thanks I owe thee, and what love, 
 
 A boundless, endless store, 
 Shall echo through the realms above 
 
 When time shall be no more. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 HYMN XXVI. 
 
 Look back, my soul, with grateful love. 
 
 On what thy God has done ; 
 Praise him for his unnumbered gifts, 
 
 And praise him for his Son. 
 
 How oft hath his indulgent hand 
 
 My flowing eye-lids dried, 
 And rescued from impending death, 
 
 When I in danger cried. 
 
HVMNS. 39 
 
 When on the bed of death I lay, 
 With sickness sore oppressed, 
 
 How oft hath he assuaged my griefs, 
 And lulled my eyes to rest ! 
 
 Back from destruction's yawning pit 
 
 At his command I came ; 
 He fed th* expiring lamp anew, 
 
 And raised its feeble flame. 
 
 My broken spirit he hath cheered, 
 When torn with inward grief; 
 
 And when temptations pressed me sore, 
 Hath brought me swift relief. 
 
 My soul from everlasting death 
 
 Is by his mercy brought, 
 To tell in Zion's sacred gates 
 
 The wonders he hath wrought. 
 
 Still will I walk before his face, 
 
 While he this life prolongs ; 
 Till grace shall all its work complete, 
 
 And teach me heavenly songs. 
 
 Doddridge, 
 
40 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN XXVII. 
 
 Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice 
 On thee, my Saviour and my God ! 
 
 Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
 And tell its raptures all abroad. 
 
 O ! happy bond, that seals my vows 
 To him who merits all my love ! 
 
 Let cheerful anthems fill his house, 
 While to that sacred shrine I move. 
 
 'Tis done ; the great transaction's done : 
 I am my Lord's, and he is mine ; 
 
 He drew me, and I followed on, 
 
 Charmed to confess the voice divine. 
 
 Now rest, my long- divided heart, 
 Fixed on this blissful centre, rest ; 
 
 With ashes who would grieve to part, 
 When called on angels bread to feast? 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, 
 That vow renewed shall daily hear ; 
 
 Till in life's latest hour I bow, 
 
 And bless in death a bond so dear. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
 41 
 
 HYMN XXVIII. 
 
 Why will ye lavish out your years 
 Amidst a thousand trifling cares ? 
 While in this various range of thought 
 The one thing needful is forgot. 
 
 Why will ye chase the fleeting wind, 
 And famish an immortal mind; 
 While angels with regret look down 
 To see you spurn a heavenly crown ? 
 
 Th' eternal God calls from above, 
 And Jesus pleads his bleeding love ; 
 Awakened conscience gives you pain; 
 And shall they join their pleas in vain ? 
 
42 HYMNS. 
 
 Not so your dying eyes shall view 
 Those objects, which you now pursue; 
 Not so shall heaven and hell appear, 
 When the decisive hour is near. 
 
 Almighty God ! thy power impart 
 To fix conviction in the heart ; 
 Thy power unveils the blindest eyes, 
 And makes the haughtiest scorner wise. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
 HYMN XXIX. 
 
 " Behold I come (the Saviour cries,) 
 et With winged speed I come ; 
 
 " My voice shall call your souls away 
 " To their eternal home. 
 
 " Awake, ye sons of sloth, awake ; 
 
 " Your vain amusements cease, 
 " And strive with your united pow'rs 
 
 " That ye be found in peace. 
 
HYMNS. 43 
 
 " Seize the blest hour with ardent haste, 
 " Nor slight this peaceful word, 
 
 u Lest your affrighted souls in vain 
 (( Fly from my flaming sword. 
 
 " Happy the man, whose ready heart 
 
 " Obeys the sacred call ; 
 " And shelters in my covenant grace 
 
 " His everlasting all." 
 
 Blest Jesus, whose all-searching eye 
 
 My inmost pow'rs can see ; 
 Dost thou not know my willing soui 
 
 Hath lodged that all with thee ? 
 
 These eager eyes thy signal wait ; 
 
 My dear Redeemer, come : 
 I rove, a weary pilgrim here ; 
 
 And long to be at home. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
44 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN XXX. 
 
 Do not I love thee,, O my Lord ? 
 
 Behold my heart, and see ; 
 And turn each cursed idol out, 
 
 That dares to rival thee. 
 
 Do not I love thee from my soul ? 
 
 Then let me nothing love, 
 Dead be my heart to every joy, 
 
 When Jesus cannot move. 
 
 Is not thy name melodious still 
 
 To mine attentive ear? 
 Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound 
 
 My Saviour's voice to hear ? 
 
 Hast thou a lamb within thy flock 
 
 I would disdain to feed ? 
 Hast thou a foe before whose face 
 
 I fear thy cause to plead ? 
 
HYMNS. 45 
 
 Would not my heart pour forth its blood 
 
 In honour of thy name ? 
 And challenge the cold hand of death 
 
 To damp th ? immortal flame ? 
 
 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord ; 
 
 But O ! I long to soar, 
 Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
 
 And learn to love thee more. 
 
 Doddridf/e. 
 
 HYMN XXXF. 
 
 While on the verge of life I stand, 
 And view the scenes on either hand, 
 My spirit struggles with its clay, 
 And longs to wing its flight away. 
 
 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be, 
 It faints my much-lovecl Lord to see ; 
 Earth, twine no more about my heart, 
 For 'tis far better to depart. 
 
46 HYMNS. 
 
 Coine, ye angelic envoys, come, 
 And lead the willing pilgrim home : 
 Ye know the way to Jesus' throne, 
 Source of my joys, and of your own. 
 
 That blessed interview, how sweet ! 
 To fall transported at his feet ! 
 Raised in his arms to view his face, 
 Through the full beamings of his grace. 
 
 As with a seraph's voice to sing ! 
 To fly as on a cherub's wing ! 
 Performing with unwearied hands 
 A present Saviour's high commands ! 
 
 Yet with these prospects full in sight, 
 I '11 wait thy signal for my flight ; 
 For, while thy service I pursue, 
 I find my heaven begun below. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
HYMNS. 47 
 
 HYMN XXXII. 
 
 God of my life, through all its days 
 My grateful powers shall sound thy praise ; 
 The song shall wake with opening light, 
 And warble to the silent night. 
 
 When anxious cares would break my rest, 
 And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, 
 Thy tuneful praises raised on high, 
 Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 
 
 When death o'er nature shall prevail, 
 And all its powers of language fail, 
 Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, 
 And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 
 
 But O ! when that last conflict's o'er, 
 And I am chained to flesh no more, 
 With what glad accents shall I rise, 
 To join the music of the skies ! 
 
48 HYMNS. 
 
 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains 
 Which echo o'er the heavenly plains ; 
 And emulate with joy unknown, 
 The glowing seraphs round thy throne. 
 
 The cheerful tribute will I give, 
 Long as a deathless soul can live ; 
 A work so sweet, a theme so high, 
 Demands, and crowns eternity. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
 HYMN XXXIII. 
 
 Beset with snares on ev'ry hand, 
 In life's uncertain path I stand : 
 Saviour divine, diffuse thy light, 
 To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 
 
 Engage this roving treacherous heart 
 To fix on Mary's better part ; 
 To scorn the trifles of a day, 
 For joys that none can take away. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
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 Then let the wildest storms arise ; 
 Let tempests mingle earth and skies ; 
 No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, 
 But all my treasures with me bear. 
 
 If thou, my Jesus still be nigh, 
 Cheerful J live, and joyful die : 
 Secure, when mortal comforts flee, 
 To find ten thousand worlds in thee. 
 
 Doddridge, 
 
 HYMN XXXIV. 
 
 FOR NEW YEAR'S DAY. 
 
 Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds 
 
 Of the revolving year! 
 How soon the weeks complete their rounds, 
 
 How short the months appear ! 
 
50 HYMNS. 
 
 So fast eternity comes on, 
 
 And that important day, 
 When all that mortal life has done, 
 
 God's judgment shall survey. 
 
 Yet like an idle tale we pass, 
 
 The swift advancing year, 
 And study artful ways, to increase 
 
 The speed of its career. 
 
 Waken, O God, my trifling heart, 
 
 Its great concern to see; 
 That I may act the Christian part, 
 
 And give the year to thee. 
 
 So shall their course more grateful roll, 
 
 If future years arise, 
 Or this shall bear my smiling soul 
 
 To joy that never dies. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
HYMNS. 51 
 
 HYMN XXXV. 
 
 Thine earthly sabbaths Lord we love ; 
 But there's a nobler rest above ; 
 To that our panting souls aspire 
 With ardent hope, and strong desire. 
 
 No more fatigue, no more distress \ 
 Nor sin nor death shall reach the place ; 
 No groans shall mingle with the songs, 
 Which warble from immortal tongues. 
 
 No rude alarms of raging foes ; 
 No cares to break the long repose : 
 No midnight shade, no clouded sun. 
 But sacred, high, eternal noon. 
 
 Oh ! long-expected day, begin, 
 Dawn on these realms of woe and sin : 
 Fain would we leave this weary road, 
 And sleep in death, to rest with God. 
 
 Doddridge. 
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52 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN XXXVI 
 
 Behold, the gloomy vale 
 
 Which thou, my soul must tread T 
 Beset with terrors fierce and pale 
 
 That leads thee to the dead. 
 
 Ye pleasing scenes, adieu, 
 
 Which I so long have known : 
 
 My friends, a long farewell to you, 
 For I must pass alone. 
 
 And thou, beloved clay, 
 Long partner of my cares, 
 
 In this rough path art torn awaj 
 With agony and tears. 
 
 But, lo ! a ray of light, 
 
 From realms of heavenly day, 
 
 Breaks on the dreary shades of night, 
 To chase my fears away. 
 
HYMNS. 53 
 
 Where death and darkness reigns, 
 
 Jehovah is my stay ; 
 His rod my trembling feet sustains, 
 
 His staff defends my way. 
 
 Dear Saviour, lead me home, 
 
 Nor let me doubt thy love ; 
 I'll pass the valley's darkest gloom, 
 
 To dwell with thee above. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
 HYMN XXXVII. 
 
 Along my earthly way 
 
 How many nets are spread ; 
 
 Darkness, with scarce one cheerful ray, 
 Seems gathering o'er my head. 
 
 And if the beauteous bow 
 Of hope sometimes appears, 
 
 Like earth, 'tis but the sign of woe, 
 On showers of falling tears. 
 
54 HYMNS. 
 
 I am perverse and blind, 
 
 And know not what is right ; 
 
 But thou, O Lord ! art wise and kind, 
 And armed with matchless might ! 
 
 Oh ! may my heart be bent 
 
 In all to meet thy will, 
 In holy faith and sweet content, 
 
 Through seeming good or ill. 
 
 Lead me, and then my feet 
 
 Shall never, never stray ; 
 But safely I shall reach the seat 
 
 Of happiness and day. 
 
 And oh ! from that bright throne 
 
 I shall look down, and see 
 The path I went, and that alone 
 
 Was the right path for me ! 
 
 EdmestoH. 
 
HYMNS. 03 
 
 HYMN XXXVIII. 
 
 When gathering clouds around I view. 
 And days are dark, and friends are few, 
 On him I lean, who not in vain 
 Experienced every human pain. 
 He sees my griefs, allays my fears, 
 And counts and treasures up my tears. 
 
 If aught should tempt my soul to stray, 
 From heavenly wisdom's narrow way ; 
 To fly the good I would pursue, 
 Or do the thing I would not do ; 
 Still he, who felt temptation's power, 
 Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 
 
 If wounded love my bosom swell, 
 Despised by those I prized too well ; 
 He shall his pitying aid bestow, 
 Who felt on earth severer woe ; 
 At once betrayed, denied, or fled, 
 By those who shared his daily bread. 
 
) HYMNS. 
 
 When vexing thoughts within me rise, 
 And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies ; 
 Yet he, who once vouchsafed to bear 
 The sickening anguish of despair, 
 Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry, 
 The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 
 
 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, 
 Which covers all that was a friend, 
 And from his voice, his hand, his smile, 
 Divides me for a little while ; 
 Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed, 
 For thou didst weep o'er Laz'rus dead. 
 
 And oh ! when I have safely past 
 Through ev'ry conflict but the last ; 
 Still, still unchanging, watch beside 
 My painful bed — for thou hast died ; 
 Then, point to realms of cloudless day, 
 And wipe the latest tear away ! 
 
 Grant. 
 
HYMNS. 57 
 
 HYMN XXXIX. 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains, 
 
 From India's coral strand, 
 Where Afric's sunny fountains, 
 
 Roll down their golden sand ; 
 From many an ancient river, 
 
 From many a palmy plain, 
 They call us to deliver 
 
 Their land from error's chain. 
 
 What though the spicy breezes 
 
 Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, 
 Though every prospect pleases, 
 
 And only man is vile ; 
 In vain with lavish kindness 
 
 The gifts of God are strewn : 
 The heathen in their blindness 
 
 Bow down to wood and stone. 
 
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58 HYMNS. 
 
 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 
 
 By wisdom from on high, 
 Shall we to man benighted 
 
 The lamp of life deny ? 
 Salvation ! O salvation ! 
 
 The joyful sound proclaim 
 Till each remotest nation 
 
 Has learnt Messiah's name. 
 
 Waft, waft ye winds his story 
 
 And you ye waters roll, 
 Till like a sea of glory 
 
 It spreads from pole to pole ; 
 Till o'er our ransomed nature, 
 
 The Lamb for sinners slain, 
 Redeemer, King, Creator, 
 
 In bliss returns to reign. 
 
 Heber 
 
HYMNS. 59 
 
 HYMN XL. 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not 
 deplore thee ; 
 Though sorrows and darkness encompass 
 thy tomb ; 
 The Saviour has pass'd through its portals be- 
 fore thee, 
 And the lamp of his love is thy guide through 
 the gloom. 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave, we no longer be- 
 hold thee, 
 Nor tread the rough path of the world by 
 thy side ; 
 But the wide arms of mercy are spread to en- 
 fold thee, 
 And sinners may hope, since the sinless has 
 died . 
 
GO HYMNS. 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave, and its mansions 
 forsaking, 
 
 Perhaps thy tried spirit in doubt lingered long; 
 But the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on 
 thy waking, 
 And the song which thou heard'st was the 
 seraphim's song. 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave, but 'twere wrong- 
 to deplore thee, 
 When God was thy ransom, thy guardian, 
 thy guide ; 
 He gave thee, and took thee, and soon will 
 restore thee, 
 Where death hath no sting since the Saviour 
 hath died. Heber. 
 
 HYMN XLI. 
 
 When through the torn sail the wild tempest 
 
 is streaming, 
 When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is 
 
 gleaming, 
 
HYMNS. 61 
 
 Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to 
 
 cherish, 
 We fly to our Maker, " Save Lord ! or we 
 
 perish." 
 
 Oh Jesus ! once rocked on the breast of the 
 
 billow, 
 Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy 
 
 pillow, 
 Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, 
 Who cries in his anguish, " Save Lord ! or 
 
 we perish." 
 
 And oh ! when the whirlwind of passion is 
 
 raging, 
 When sin in our hearts his wild warfare is 
 
 waging, 
 Then send down thy grace, thy redeemed to 
 
 cherish, 
 Rebuke the destroyer, " Save Lord ! or we 
 
 perish." 
 
 Heber. 
 
62 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN XLII. 
 
 When struggling passions rage within 
 To gain the mastery of the soul, 
 
 To drag me headlong into sin, 
 Despising reason's weak control, 
 
 Then bid those struggling passions cease, 
 
 Oh ! hear my prayer, thou God of peace ! 
 
 When worldly cares my thoughts perplex, 
 With sad presage of future woes, 
 
 When troubles keen rny spirits vex, 
 The loss of friends, the hate of foes ; 
 
 Then bid those cares and troubles cease, 
 
 Oh ! hear my prayer, thou God of peace ! 
 
 When fears are strong and faith is weak, 
 When anxious doubts disturb my breast. 
 
 And far and near I vainly seek 
 A short repose, and find no rest ; 
 
 Then bid those fears and doubtings cease. 
 
 Oh ! hear my prayer, thou God of peace ! 
 
HYMNS. (53 
 
 And when at length this earthly scene 
 Shall fade before my glimmering sight, 
 
 Should clouds of darkness intervene 
 To hide thy beams of heavenly light, 
 
 Then bid those clouds of darkness cease, 
 
 And take me to the realms of peace ! 
 
 G. H. 
 
 HYMN XLIII. 
 
 When, Lord, my former years 
 Through all their course I trace, 
 
 How large the sum appears 
 Of mercy and of grace ! 
 
 But still my languid heart 
 Beats dull and cold within, 
 
 Still hesitates to part 
 With all the toys of sin. 
 
 Still, still it clings around 
 
 The idols of my love, 
 And all its joys are found 
 
 Afar from joys above. 
 
()4 HYMNS. 
 
 Then, teach me, Lord, to feel 
 
 How large a debt I owe; 
 And give me ardent zeal 
 
 To serve thee here below. 
 
 Oh ! let thy spirit warm 
 
 This icy breast of mine ; 
 Break, break each earthly charm, 
 
 And make me wholly thine. 
 
 G. H. 
 
 HYMN XLIV. 
 
 Bv cares disturbed, oppress'd with grief, 
 On every side I seek relief, 
 But still on every side I find 
 No ease, no solace for my mind. 
 
 Not wealth, with all its rich display 
 Could chase my anxious thoughts awaj ; 
 Nor soothing pleasure lull to rest 
 The angry tumults of my breast. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
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 Not rank, with all its pageant show, 
 Could raise me from my present woe, 
 Nor learning's richest page impart 
 Refreshment to my weary heart. 
 
 But hark ! a gentle voice I hear — 
 ki Rouse, sinner, from thy gloomy fear; 
 iC On God alone cast all thy care, 
 *• And yield not faithless to despair. 
 
 u Though threatened now by many a wave, 
 i£ His arm is mighty still to save : 
 " Though many a cloud obscure the sky, 
 " Before his sun they all shall fly. 
 
 On his sure word of truth confide, 
 And though thy faith, thy hope be tried, 
 He soon shall bid the tempest cease, 
 And give thy troubled bosom peace. 
 
 G.H. 
 
66 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN XLV. 
 
 In deep affliction, Lord, to thee 
 We lift the voice, we raise the eye, 
 
 Before thy throne we bend the knee ; 
 Oh ! listen to our suppliant cry. 
 
 Our chasten'd brother here behold — 
 His labouring bosom heaves for breath, 
 
 His eyes are dim, his limbs are cold 
 Beneath the chilling hand of death. 
 
 Y et at thy word he shall revive : 
 
 His troubled breast shall heave no more, 
 That to his limbs can vigour give, 
 
 And lustre to his eyes restore. 
 
 But still, O Lord, our hearts incline 
 E'en now thy sovereign hand to own ; 
 
 Our fondest wishes we resign : 
 Thy will be done, and thine alone. 
 
HYMNS. 67 
 
 Yet let thy spirit hover near., 
 
 To guard him from the tempter's pow'r, 
 Let steadfast faith his weakness cheer 
 
 And hope illume his dying hour. 
 
 Through the dark valley pour thy light, 
 Sustain him with the arms of love ; 
 
 And when his soul shall take its flight, 
 Waft, waft it to the realms above. 
 
 G. H. 
 
 HYMN XL VI. 
 
 When lightnings flash on every side, 
 And peals on peals of thunder roll, 
 
 The sinner seeks in vain to hide 
 
 The fears that shake his guilty soul. 
 
 But when the storm has past away, 
 
 The voice of conscience speaks no more ; 
 
 And sin resumes its wonted sway, 
 With firmer vigour than before. 
 
68 HYMNS. 
 
 But let him hear the voice of love, 
 Of peace and pardoning mercy tell, 
 
 Of Christ descending from above, 
 To save him from the depths of hell. 
 
 The tear of penitence will start, 
 
 And faith light up the downcast eye, 
 
 While love will lead his softened heart, 
 From each forbidden joy to fly. 
 
 G. H. 
 
 HYxMN XL VII. 
 
 Of all the starry regions round, 
 Who can the limits trace? 
 
 Or who can tell how many worlds 
 Exist in yonder space ? 
 
 And yet the God who made them all, 
 
 To me extends his care, 
 Protects my path, and guards my bed, 
 
 And numbers every hair. 
 
HYMNS. 69 
 
 Angelic spirits once presumed 
 
 Against him to rebel, 
 And were at once for ever doomed 
 
 In fire and chains to dwell. 
 
 Yet, rebel as I am, to me 
 
 He grants a free release 
 From sin, and death, and endless woe. 
 
 And proffers instant peace. 
 
 To bleed and suffer on the cross, 
 
 His only Son is given, 
 That I from sinful earth may rise, 
 
 To sinless joys in Heaven. 
 
 Then wake my soul, and bid my breast 
 
 With holier fervor glow, 
 Or burst the sluggish chain that binds 
 
 My spirit here below. 
 
 Soar if thou canst, on wings of faith, 
 
 And join the hosts above, 
 
 Who, ceaseless, day and night proclaim 
 
 The wonders of his love. 
 
 G.H. 
 
70 
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN XL VIII. 
 
 The Christian course when I survey, 
 Its steep ascent, its rugged way, 
 
 Low droops my fainting soul : 
 How shall I e'er that height attain ? 
 How hope that glorious prize to gain 
 
 That glitters at the goal ? 
 
 Before my path unnumbered foes 
 
 With fiendish rage and strength oppose, 
 
 My passage to impede ; 
 And various weights my steps detain, 
 And sin, with its oppressive chain 
 
 Forbids me to proceed. 
 
 Here pleasure seeks, with artful wile, 
 My heart, too yielding, to beguile 
 
 Her flowery ways along : 
 And there a gay and thoughtless crowd, 
 With giddy jest, and laughter loud, 
 
 Invite me to the throng. 
 
HYMNS. 71 
 
 And many visions meet my eyes, 
 W Inch all their secret ill disguise., 
 
 To lure me from the way ; 
 They seem to ease me of my load, 
 And show a broad and level road, 
 
 Thus tempting me to stray. 
 
 Amidst these dangers, Lord, to thee 
 For succour and defence I flee ; 
 
 To thee I raise my eyes, 
 And thy almighty strength implore, 
 Who has this journey trod before, 
 
 And taught us how to rise. 
 
 I then shall pass secure through all 
 The venomed darts that round me fall. 
 
 If thou my soul defend : 
 The threats of all my foes are vain, 
 If thou my trembling limbs sustain 
 
 And bear me to the end. 
 
 I then shall bound aloft, elate, 
 Released from sin and every weight, 
 And pleasure's charms disown ; 
 
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 HYMNS. 
 
 And, from the final conflict past, 
 The glorious prize shall reach at last, 
 A never-fading crown. 
 
 G. H. 
 
 HYMN XLIX. 
 
 Oh ! for a glance of heavenly day, 
 To take this stubborn stone away : 
 And thaw with beams of love divine, 
 This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 
 
 The rocks can rend ; the earth can quake. 
 The seas can roar, the mountains shake ; 
 Of feeling, all things show some sign, 
 But this unfeeling heart of mine. 
 
 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, 
 Dear Lord, an adamant would melt : 
 But I can read each moving line, 
 And nothing move this heart of mine. 
 
HYMNS. 73 
 
 Thy judgments too, unmoved I hear, 
 (Amazing thought,) which devils fear ; 
 Goodness and wrath in vain combine, 
 To stir this stupid heart of mine. 
 
 But one can yet perform the deed; 
 That one in all his grace I need. 
 Thy Spirit can from dross refine, 
 And move and melt this heart of mine. 
 
 Hart. 
 
 HYMN L. 
 
 Brother, thou art gone before us, 
 
 And thy saintly soul is flown 
 Where tears are wiped from every eye, 
 
 And sorrow is unknown; 
 From the burden of the flesh, 
 
 And from care and fear released, 
 Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 
 And the weary are at rest. 
 
74 HYMNS. 
 
 The toilsome way thou 'st travelled o'er, 
 
 And borne the heavy load, 
 But Christ hath taught thy languid feet 
 
 To reach his blest abode. 
 Thou 'rt sleeping now, like Lazarus, 
 
 Upon his father's breast, 
 Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 
 And the weary are at rest. 
 
 Sin can never taint thee now, 
 
 Nor doubt thy faith assail, 
 Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ 
 
 And the Holy Spirit fail : 
 And there thou'rt sure to meet the good 
 
 Whom on earth thou lovedst best, 
 Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 
 And the weary are at rest. 
 
 Earth to earth, and dust to dust, 
 The solemn priest has said ; 
 
 So we lay the turf above thee now, 
 And we seal thy narrow bed. 
 
HYMNS. 75 
 
 But thy spirit, brother, soars away 
 
 Among the faithful blest, 
 Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 
 And the weary are at rest. 
 
 And when the Lord shall summon us, 
 
 Whom thou hast left behind, 
 May we, untainted by the world, 
 
 As sure a refuge find : 
 May each, like thee, depart in peace, 
 
 To be a glorious guest, 
 Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 
 And the weary are at rest. 
 
 Milman. 
 
 HYMN LI. 
 
 Oh ! Thou, who dryest the mourner's tear, 
 How dark this world would be, 
 
 If, when deceived and wounded here, 
 We could not fly to thee ! 
 
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76 HYMNS. 
 
 The friends who in our sunshine live, 
 
 When winter comes, are flown ; 
 And he who has but tears to give, 
 
 Must weep those tears alone ; 
 But thou wilt heal that broken heart, 
 
 Which, like the plants that throw 
 Their fragrance from the wounded part, 
 
 Breathes sweetness out of woe. 
 
 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, 
 
 And e'en the hope that threw 
 A moment's sparkle o'er our tears, 
 
 Is dimmed and vanished too — 
 Oh ! who would bear life's stormy doom, 
 
 Did not thy wing of love 
 Come brightly wafting through the gloom, 
 
 The peace-branch from above ? 
 Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright, 
 
 With more than rapture's ray ; 
 As darkness shows us worlds of light 
 
 We never saw by clay. 
 
 Moore. 
 
HYMNS. 77 
 
 HYMN LII. 
 
 I asked the Lord that I might grow 
 In faith, and love, and every grace ; 
 
 Might more of his salvation know, 
 And seek more earnestly his face. 
 
 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, 
 And he, I trust, has answered prayer ; 
 
 But it has been in such a way 
 As almost drove me to despair. 
 
 I hoped that in some favoured hour, 
 At once he'd answer my request; 
 
 And by his love's constraining power, 
 Subdue my sins, and give me rest. 
 
 Instead of this, he made me feel 
 The hidden evils of my heart ; 
 
 And let the angry powers of hell 
 Assault my soul in every part. 
 
78 HYMNS. 
 
 Yea, more, with his own hand he seemed 
 
 Intent to aggravate my woe; 
 Crossed all the fair designs I schemed, 
 
 Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. 
 
 Lord ! why is this ? — I trembling cried, 
 Wilt thou pursue my soul to death ? 
 
 " 'Tis in this way/' the Lord replied, 
 " I answer prayer for grace and faith." 
 
 " These inward trials I employ, 
 
 u From self and pride to set thee free ; 
 
 u And break thy schemes of earthly joy, 
 u That thou may'st seek thy all in me." 
 
 Neivton. 
 
 HYMN LIII. 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
 
 In a believer's ear ! 
 It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
HYMNS. 79 
 
 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
 And calms the troubled breast ; 
 
 ? Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the weary rest. 
 
 Dear name ! the rock on which I build, 
 
 My shield, and hiding-place, 
 My never-failing treasury filled 
 
 With boundless stores of grace. 
 
 By thee my prayers acceptance gain, 
 
 Although with sin defiled ; 
 Satan accuses me in vain, 
 
 And I am owned a child. 
 
 Jesus ! my shepherd, husband, friend, 
 My prophet, priest, and king ; 
 
 My Lord, my life, my way, my end, 
 Accept the praise I bring. 
 
 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 And cold my warmest thought ; 
 
 But when I see thee as thou art, 
 I'll praise thee as 1 ought. 
 
80 HYMNS. 
 
 Till then, I would thy love proclaim 
 With every fleeting breath ; 
 
 And may the music of thy name 
 Refresh my soul in death. 
 
 Neivton. 
 
 HYMN LIV. 
 
 Tis a point I long to know, 
 Oft it causes anxious thought — 
 
 Do I love the Lord, or no ? 
 Am I his, or am I not ? 
 
 If I love, why am I thus ? 
 
 Why this dull, this lifeless frame? 
 Hardly, sure, can they be worse, 
 
 Who have never heard thy name. 
 
 Could my heart so hard remain, 
 Prayer a task and burden prove, 
 
 Every trifle give me pain, 
 If I knew a Saviour's love? 
 
HYMNS. 81 
 
 When I turn my eyes within, 
 All is dark, and vain, and wild ; 
 
 Filled with unbelief and sin, 
 Can I deem myself a child ? 
 
 If I pray, or hear, or read, 
 
 Sin is mixed with all I do ; 
 You that love the Lord indeed, 
 
 Tell me, is it thus with you ? 
 
 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, 
 Find my sin a grief and thrall : 
 
 Should I grieve for what I feel 
 If I did not love at all ? 
 
 Could I joy his saints to meet, 
 Choose the ways I once abhorred, 
 
 Find, at times, the promise sweet, 
 If I did not love the Lord ? 
 
 Lord, decide the doubtful case ! 
 
 Thou who art thy people's sun, 
 Shine upon thy work of grace, 
 
 If it be indeed begun. 
 
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82 HYMNS. 
 
 Let me lave thee more and more, 
 m If I love at all, I may ; 
 If I have not loved before, 
 Help me to begin to-day ! 
 
 Newton. 
 
 HYMN LV. 
 
 In vain my fancy strives to paint 
 The moment after death, 
 
 The glories that surround the saint 
 When yielding up his breath. 
 
 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks 
 We scarce can say u he's gone V 
 
 Before the willing spirit takes 
 Her mansion near the throne. 
 
 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, 
 To trace her in her flight ; 
 
 No eye can pierce within the veil 
 Which hides that world of light. 
 
HYMNS. 83 
 
 So much, (and this is all) we know, 
 
 They are completely blest ; 
 Have done with sin, and care, and woe, 
 
 And with their Saviour rest. 
 
 On harps of gold they praise his name, 
 
 His face they always view ; 
 Then let us followers be of them 
 
 That we may praise him too. 
 
 New ton. 
 
 HYMN LVI. 
 
 When musing sorrow mourns the past, 
 And weeps the present pain, 
 
 How sweet to think of peace at last, 
 And feel that death is gain ! 
 
 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise^ 
 
 And dread a Father's will ; 
 'Tis not that meek submission flies 
 
 And will not suffer still. 
 
84 HYMNS. 
 
 It is, that heaven- taught faith surveys 
 
 The path to realms of light, 
 And longs her eagle plumes to raise 
 
 And lose herself in sight. 
 
 It is, that Hope with ardour glows 
 
 To see him face to face, 
 Whose dying love not language knows 
 
 Sufficient skill to trace. 
 
 It is, that harassed conscience feels 
 The pangs of struggling sin ; 
 
 Sees, though afar, the hand that heals, 
 And ends her war within ! 
 
 Oh ! let me wing my hallowed flight 
 From earth-born woe and care, 
 
 And soar beyond these clouds of night, 
 My Saviour's bliss to share ! 
 
 Noel. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 85 
 
 HYMN LVII. 
 
 Hallelujah ! hark on high ! 
 How the countless myriads cry, 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Like a thousand thunders roaring, 
 Like a thousand torrents pouring, 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Hallelujah ! melting floats 
 
 On the infant's silver notes, 
 
 " Here/' they lisp, " are w6 possessing 
 
 " Unimagined boundless blessing." 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Hallelujah ! loud and long- 
 Swells the youth's robuster tongue, 
 Quelled and pardoned every passion, 
 Deep they roll their adoration. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
86 HYMNS. 
 
 Hallelujah ! prudent age, 
 
 Adds in accents slow and sage, 
 
 " From cares and sorrows disencumbered, 
 
 et Here we offer thanks unnumbered." 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Hallelujah ! mild appears 
 The thin group of bending years, 
 And with quivering voice uneven, 
 Chaunt for their long sins forgiven. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Thrones and powers of every name, 
 Cherub beauty, seraph flame, 
 Join with man, till heaven so stable, 
 Shakes with one inimitable 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Penty cross. 
 
HYMNS. 87 
 
 HYMN LVIII. 
 
 Let not your hearts with anxious thoughts 
 
 Be troubled or dismayed ; 
 But trust in Providence divine, 
 
 And trust my gracious aid. 
 
 I to my Father's house return ; 
 
 There num'rous mansions stand, 
 And glory manifold abounds, 
 
 Through all the happy land. 
 
 I go, your entrance to secure, 
 
 And your abode prepare ; 
 Regions unknown are safe to you. 
 
 When I, your friend, am there. 
 
 Thence shall I come, when ages close, 
 
 To take you home with me ; 
 There shall we meet to part no more. 
 
 And still together be. 
 
88 HYMNS. 
 
 I am the way, the truth, the life ; 
 
 No son of human race 
 But such as I protect and guide, 
 
 Shall see my Father's face. 
 
 Scotch Paraphrase 
 
 On John xiv. 1 — 7. 
 
 HYMN LIX. 
 
 O Lord ! I would delight in thee, 
 And on thy care depend ; 
 
 To thee, in every trouble flee, 
 My best, my only friend. 
 
 When all created streams are dried, 
 
 Thy fulness is the same ; 
 May I with this be satisfied, 
 
 And glory in thy name. 
 
 Why should the soul a drop bemoan, 
 Who has a fountain near ; 
 
 A fountain which will ever run 
 With waters sweet and clear ? 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 89 
 
 No good in creatures can be found 
 
 But may be found in thee ; 
 I must have all things, and abound, 
 
 While God is God to me. 
 
 Oh ! that I had a stronger faith, 
 
 To look within the veil ; 
 To credit what my Saviour saith, 
 
 Whose word can never fail ! 
 
 He that has made my heaven secure, 
 
 Will here all good provide ; 
 While Christ is rich, can I be poor ? 
 
 What can I want beside ? 
 
 O Lord ! I cast my care on thee, 
 
 I triumph and adore ; 
 Henceforth my great concern shall be 
 
 To love and please thee more ! 
 
 Ryland. 
 
90 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN LX. 
 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
 
 Let me hide myself in thee ; 
 
 Let the water and the blood, 
 
 From thy riven side which flowed, 
 
 Be of sin the double cure, 
 
 Cleanse me from its guilt and power ! 
 
 Nothing in my hand I bring, 
 Simply to thy cross I cling ; 
 Naked come to thee for dress, 
 Helpless come to thee for grace ; 
 Vile, I to the fountain fly, 
 Wash me, Saviour, or I die ! 
 
 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
 When my eye-lids close in death, 
 When I soar to worlds unknown, 
 See thee on thy judgment throne — 
 Rock of Ages ! cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in thee ! 
 
 Top lady. 
 
HYMNS. 91 
 
 HYMN LXI. 
 
 When languor and disease invade 
 This trembling house of clay, 
 
 'Tis sweet to look beyond our cage, 
 And long to soar away. 
 
 Sweet to look upward to the throne 
 Where Jesus pleads above ; 
 
 Sweet to look inward, and behold 
 The tokens of his love. 
 
 Sweet to look back, and see my name 
 In life's fair book set down, 
 
 Sweet to look forward, and survey 
 The future heavenly crown. 
 
 Sweet to reflect how grace divine 
 
 My sins on Jesus laid ; 
 Sweet to remember that his death 
 
 My debt of suffering paid. 
 
92 HYMNS. 
 
 Sweet in the confidence of faith 
 
 To trust the promises, 
 Sweet to lie passive in his hand, 
 
 And know no will but his. 
 
 If such the sweetness of the stream, 
 What will the fountain be ? 
 
 For saints and angels draw their bliss 
 From him immediately ! 
 
 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope 
 That when my change shall come, 
 
 Angels will hover round my bed, 
 And waft my spirit home. 
 
 There shall my disembodied soul, 
 
 Behold him and adore, 
 Be with his likeness satisfied, 
 
 And grieve and sin no more. 
 
 Toplady. 
 
HYMNS. 93 
 
 HYMN LXJL 
 
 Let Pharisees of high esteem, 
 
 Their faith and zeal declare, 
 All their religion is a dream, 
 
 If love be wanting there. 
 
 Love suffers long with patient eye, 
 
 Nor is provoked in haste ; 
 She lets the present injury die, 
 
 And long forgets the past. 
 
 She lays her own advantage by, 
 To seek her neighbour's good ; 
 
 So God's own Son came down to die, 
 And bought our lives with blood. 
 
 Love is the grace that keeps her power 
 
 In all the realms above ; 
 There faith and hope are known no more, 
 
 But saints for ever love. 
 
 Watts, 
 
94 
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN LXIII. 
 
 So did the Hebrew prophet raise 
 
 The brazen serpent high ; 
 The wounded felt immediate ease, 
 
 The camp forbore to die. 
 
 Look upward in the dying hour, 
 And live, the prophet cries ; 
 
 But Christ performs a nobler cure, 
 When faith lifts up her eyes. 
 
 High on the cross the Saviour hung, 
 High in the heavens he reigns ; 
 
 Here sinners by th ? old serpent stung, 
 Look, and forget their pains. 
 
 When God's own Son is lifted up, 
 
 A dying world revives ; 
 The Jew beholds the glorious hope, 
 
 Th' expiring gentile lives. 
 
 Watts, 
 
HYMNS. 95 
 
 HYMN LXIV. 
 
 Lord, I am thine, but thou wilt prove 
 My faith, my patience, and my love ; 
 When cruel foes against me join, 
 They are the sword, the hand is thine. 
 
 Their hope and portion lies below, 
 'Tis all the happiness they know; 
 'Tis all they seek — they take their shares, 
 And leave the rest among their heirs. 
 
 What sinners value, I resign ; 
 Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine ; 
 1 shall behold thy blissful face, 
 And stand complete in righteousness. 
 
 This life's a dream, an empty show; 
 But the bright world to which I go, 
 Hath joys substantial and sincere, 
 When shall I wake, and find me there ? 
 
9G HYMNS. 
 
 glorious hour ! O blest abode ! 
 
 1 shall be near, and like my God ! 
 And flesh and sin no more control 
 The sacred pleasures of the soul. 
 
 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, 
 
 Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ; 
 
 Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, 
 
 And in my Saviour's image rise. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN LXV. 
 
 My shepherd will supply my need, 
 
 Jehovah is his name ; 
 In pastures fresh he makes me feed 
 
 Beside the living stream. 
 
 He brings my wandering spirit back, 
 When I forsake his ways ; 
 
 And leads me for his mercy's sake 
 In paths of truth and grace. 
 
HYMNS. 97 
 
 When I walk through the shades of death, 
 
 Thy presence is my stay : 
 A word of thy supporting breath 
 
 Drives all my fears away. 
 
 Thy hand; in sight of all my foes, 
 
 Doth still my table spread : 
 My cup with blessings overflows, 
 
 Thine oil anoints my head. 
 
 The sure provisions of my God 
 
 Attend me all my days ; 
 O may thy house be mine abode, 
 
 And all my work be praise. 
 
 There would I find a settled rest, 
 
 (While others go and come,) 
 No more a stranger or a guest, 
 
 But like a child at home. 
 
 Watts. 
 
98 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN LXVI. 
 
 On ! that the Lord would guide my ways, 
 
 To keep his statutes still ; 
 Oh ! that my God would grant me grace, 
 
 To know and do his will. 
 
 Oh ! send thy Spirit down to write 
 
 Thy law upon my heart; 
 Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 
 
 Nor act the liar's part. 
 
 From vanity turn off my eyes ; 
 
 Let no corrupt design, 
 Nor covetous desires arise 
 
 Within this soul of mine. 
 
 Order my footsteps by thy word, 
 A.nd make my heart sincere ; 
 
 Let sin have no dominion, Lord, 
 But keep my conscience clear. 
 
HYMNS. 99 
 
 My soul hath gone too far astray, 
 
 My feet too often slip ; 
 Yet, since Pve not forgot thy way, 
 
 Restore thy wandering sheep. 
 
 Make me to walk in thy commands, 
 
 Tis a delightful road ; 
 Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, 
 
 Offend against my God. 
 
 Watts, 
 
 HYMN LXVII. 
 
 Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, 
 Let a repenting rebel live ; 
 Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
 May not a sinner trust in thee ? 
 
 My crimes though great, do not surpass 
 The power and glory of thy grace : 
 Great God, thy nature hath no bound, 
 So let thy pardoning love be found. 
 
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100 HYMNS. 
 
 Oh ! wash my soul from every sin, 
 And make my guilty conscience clean ; 
 Here on my heart the burden lies, 
 And past offences pain my eyes. 
 
 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. 
 
 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. 
 
 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. 
 
 Watts. 
 
HYMNS. 101 
 
 HYMN LXVI1I. 
 
 Bless'd morning ! whose young dawning rays 
 
 Beheld our rising God ; 
 That saw him triumph o'er the dust, 
 
 And leave his dark abode. 
 
 In the cold prison of a tomb, 
 
 The dead Redeemer lay, 
 Till the revolving skies had brought 
 
 The third, th' appointed day. 
 
 Hell and the grave unite their force, 
 
 To hold our God in vain, 
 The sleeping Conqueror arose, 
 
 And burst their feeble chain. 
 
 To thy great name, Almighty Lord, 
 
 These sacred hours we pay, 
 And loud hosannas shall proclaim 
 
 The triumph of the day. 
 
102 HYMNS. 
 
 Salvation and immortal praise 
 
 To our victorious king, 
 Let heaven, and earth, and rocks and seas, 
 
 With glad hosannas ring. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN LXIX. 
 
 Come hither, all ye weary souls, 
 Ye heavy laden sinners, come ! 
 
 I '11 give you rest from all your toils, 
 And raise you to my heavenly home. 
 
 They shall find rest that learn of me; 
 
 I 'm of a meek and lowly mind ; 
 But passion rages like the sea, 
 
 And pride is restless as the wind. 
 
 Blest is the man whose shoulders take 
 My yoke, and bear it with delight ; 
 
 My yoke is easy to his neck, 
 
 My grace shall make the burden light. 
 
HYMNS. [03 
 
 Jesus, we come at thy command, 
 
 With faith, and hope, and humble zeal ; 
 
 Resign our spirits to thy hand, 
 To mould and guide us at thy will. 
 
 Wafts. 
 
 HYMN LXX. 
 
 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly dove, 
 With all thy quickening powers, 
 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love, 
 In these cold hearts of ours. 
 
 Look, how we grovel here below, 
 Fond of these trifling toys ; 
 
 Our souls can neither fly nor go, 
 To reach eternal joys. 
 
 In vain we tune our formal songs, 
 In vain we strive to rise ; 
 
 Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
 And our devotion dies. 
 
104 HYMNS. 
 
 Dear Lord ! and shall we ever lie 
 
 At this poor dying rate ? 
 Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 
 
 And thine to us so great. 
 
 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 With all thy quickening powers; 
 
 Come shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
 And that shall kindle ours. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN LXXL 
 
 Come, let us join our cheerful songs, 
 With angels round the throne ; 
 
 Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 « Worthy the Lamb that died/' they cry, 
 
 " To be exalted thus :" 
 " Worthy the Lamb/' our lips reply, 
 
 " For he was slain for us." 
 
HYMNS. 105 
 
 Jesus is worthy to receive 
 
 Honour and power divine ; 
 And blessings more than we can give, 
 
 Be, Lord, for ever thine. 
 
 Let all that dwell above the sky, 
 
 And air, and earth, and seas, 
 Conspire to lift thy glories high, 
 
 And speak thine endless praise. 
 
 The whole creation join in one, 
 
 To bless the sacred name 
 Of him that sits upon the throne, 
 
 And to adore the Lamb. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN LXX1I. 
 
 Descend from heaven, immortal Dove, 
 Stoop down, and take us on thy wings 
 
 i\nd mount and bear us far above 
 The reach of these inferior things. 
 
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106 HYMNS. 
 
 Beyond, beyond this lower sky, 
 
 Up where eternal ages roll, 
 Where solid pleasures never die, 
 
 And fruits immortal feast the soul. 
 
 Oh ! for a sight, a pleasing sight 
 Of our almighty Father's throne! 
 
 There sits our Saviour crowned with light, 
 Clothed in a body like our own. 
 
 Adoring saints around him stand, 
 
 And thrones and powers before him fall : 
 
 The God shines gracious through the man, 
 And sheds sweet glories on them all. 
 
 Oh ! what amazing joys they feel, 
 
 While to their golden harps they sing, 
 
 And sit on every heavenly hill, 
 
 And spread the triumphs of their King ! 
 
 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, 
 That I shall mount to dwell above ; 
 
 And stand and bow amongst them there, 
 And view thy face, and sing, and love? 
 
 Watts, 
 
HYMNS. 107 
 
 HYMN LXXIII. 
 
 Happy the heart where graces reign, 
 Where love inspires the breast ; 
 
 Love is the brightest of the train, 
 And strengthens all the rest. 
 
 Knowledge, alas! is all in vain, 
 
 And all in vain our fear, 
 Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, 
 
 If love be absent there. 
 
 'Tis love that makes our cheerful i'eet 
 
 In swift obedience move ; 
 The devils know, and tremble too. 
 
 But Satan cannot love. 
 
 This is the grace that lives and sings, 
 When faith and hope shall cease; 
 
 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings. 
 In the sweet realms of bliss. 
 
108 HYMNS. 
 
 Before we quite forsake our clay, 
 
 Or leave this dark abode, 
 The wings of love bear us away, 
 
 To see our smiling God. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN LXXIV. 
 
 Give me the wings of faith to rise, 
 
 Within the veil, and see 
 The saints above, how great their joys, 
 
 How bright their glories be. 
 
 Once they were mourning here below, 
 And wet their couch with tears ; 
 
 They wrestled hard, as we do now, 
 With sins, and doubts, and fears. 
 
 1 ask them, whence their victory came, 
 
 They, with united breath, 
 Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 
 
 Their triumph to his death. 
 
HYMNS. 109 
 
 They marked the footsteps that he trod, 
 (His zeal inspired their breast,) 
 
 And following their incarnate God, 
 Possess the promised rest. 
 
 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, 
 
 For his own pattern given ; 
 While the long cloud of witnesses 
 
 Show the same path to heaven. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN LXXV. 
 
 Dearest of all the names above, 
 My Jesus and my God, 
 
 Who can resist thy heavenly love, 
 Or trifle with thy blood? 
 
 'Tis by the merits of thy death 
 The Father smiles again; 
 
 'Tis by thine interceding breath 
 The Spirit dwells with men. 
 
110 HYMNS. 
 
 Till God in human flesh I see, 
 My thoughts no comfort find ; 
 
 The holy, just, and sacred Three, 
 Are terrors to my mind. 
 
 But if Immanuel's face appear, 
 My hope, my joy begins ; 
 
 His name forbids my slavish fear, 
 His grace removes my sins. 
 
 While Jews on their own law rely, 
 And Greeks of wisdom boast, 
 
 I love th^ incarnate mystery, 
 And there I fix my trust. 
 
 Watlt 
 
 HYMN LXXVI. 
 
 Not all the blood of beasts 
 
 On Jewish altars slain, 
 Could give the guilty conscience peace. 
 
 Or wash away the stain. 
 
HYMNS. Ill 
 
 But Christy the heavenly Lamb, 
 
 Takes all our sins away ; 
 A sacrifice of nobler name, 
 
 And richer blood than they. 
 
 My faith would lay her hand 
 
 On that dear head of thine, 
 While like a penitent I stand, 
 
 And there confess my sin. 
 
 My soul looks back to see 
 
 The burden thou didst bear, 
 When hanging on the cursed tree, 
 
 And hopes her guilt was there. 
 
 Believing, we rejoice 
 
 To see the curse remove ; 
 We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 
 
 And sing his bleeding love. 
 
 Watts. 
 
112 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN LXXVII. 
 
 Blessed Redeemer, how divine, 
 How righteous is this rule of thine, 
 " To do to all men just the same 
 " As we expect or wish from them." 
 
 This golden lesson, short and plain, 
 Gives not the mind nor memory pain ; 
 And every conscience must approve 
 This universal law of love. 
 
 How blest would every nation be, 
 Thus ruled by love and equity ! 
 All would be friends without a foe, 
 And form a Paradise below. 
 
 Jesus, forgive us, that we keep 
 Thy sacred law of love asleep ; 
 No more let envy, wrath, and pride. 
 But thy blest maxims be our guide. 
 
 Watts 
 
HYxMNS. 113 
 
 HYMN LXXVIII. 
 
 Thou, whom my soul admires above 
 All other joy, all earthly love, 
 Tell me, kind Shepherd, let me know 
 Where doth thy sweetest pasture grow ? 
 
 Where is the shadow of that rock, 
 That from the sun defends thy flock ? 
 Fain would I feed among thy sheep, 
 Among them rest, among them sleep. 
 
 The footsteps of thy flock I see ; 
 Thy sweetest pastures here they be ; 
 A wondrous feast thy love prepares, 
 Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and tears. 
 
 His dearest flesh he makes my food, 
 And bids me drink his richest blood ; 
 Here to these hills my soul would come, 
 Till ray Redeemer lead me home. 
 
 Watts. 
 
114 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN LXXIX. 
 
 How condescending and how kind 
 
 Was God's eternal Son ! 
 Our misery reach'd his heavenly mind, 
 
 And pity brought him down. 
 
 When justice, by our sins provoked, 
 Drew forth its dreadful sword, 
 
 He gave his soul up to the stroke 
 Without a murmuring word. 
 
 He sunk beneath our heavy woes, 
 
 To raise us to his throne ; 
 There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows 
 
 But cost his heart a groan. 
 
 This was compassion like a God, 
 That when the Saviour knew 
 
 The price of pardon was his blood, 
 His pity ne'er withdrew. 
 
HYMNS. 1 1 5 
 
 Now, though he reigns exalted high, 
 
 His love is still as great : 
 Well he remembers Calvary, 
 
 Nor should his saints forget. 
 
 Now, let our hearts begin to melt, 
 
 While we his death record, 
 And, with our joy for pardoned guilt, 
 
 Mourn that we pierced the Lord. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN LXXX. 
 
 How sad our state by nature is, 
 Our sin, how deep it stains ! 
 
 And Satan binds our captive minds 
 Fast in his slavish chains. 
 
 But there's a voice' of sovereign grace, 
 Sounds from the sacred word : 
 
 " Ho ! ye despairing sinners come, 
 " And trust upon the Lord." 
 
110 
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 My soul, obey the Almighty call, 
 
 And run to this relief; 
 J would believe thy promise, Lord, 
 
 Oh ! help my unbelief. 
 
 To the dear fountain of thy blood, 
 
 Incarnate God I fly ; 
 Here let me wash my spotted soul 
 
 From crimes of deepest dye. 
 
 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King, 
 
 My reigning sins to slay ; 
 Drive the usurper from his seat, 
 
 And cast his chains away. 
 
 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, 
 
 On thy kind arms I fall ; 
 Be thou my strength and righteousness, 
 
 My Jesus, and my all ! 
 
 Watts, 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 117 
 
 HYMN LXXXI. 
 
 How vain are all things here below ! 
 
 How false, and yet how fair ! 
 Each pleasure hath its poison too, 
 
 And every sweet a snare. 
 
 The brightest things below the sky, 
 Give but a nattering light ; 
 
 We should suspect some danger nigh, 
 Where we possess delight. 
 
 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends, 
 
 The partners of our blood, 
 How they divide our wavering minds, 
 
 And leave but half for God ! 
 
 The fondness of a creature's love, 
 How strong it strikes the sense ! 
 
 Thither the warm affections move, 
 Nor can we call them thence. 
 
118 HYMNS. 
 
 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be 
 
 My soul's eternal food ; 
 And grace command my heart away 
 
 From all created good. 
 
 Watts, 
 
 HYMN LXXX1I. 
 
 Go, worship at Immanuel's feet, 
 See in his face what wonders meet : 
 Earth is too narrow to express 
 His worth, his glory, or his grace. 
 
 The whole creation can afford 
 But some faint shadows of my Lord ; 
 Nature, to make his beauties known, 
 Must mingle colours not her own. 
 
 Is he compared to wine or bread ? 
 Dear Lord, our souls would thus be fed 
 That flesh, that dying blood of thine, 
 Is bread of life, is heavenly wine. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 119 
 
 Is he a rose ? Not Sharon yields 
 Such fragrancy in all her fields : 
 Or if the lily he assume, 
 The vallies bless the rich perfume. 
 
 Is he a vine ? His heavenly root 
 Supplies the boughs with life and fruit ; 
 Oh ! may a lasting union join 
 My soul to Christ, the living Vine ! 
 
 Is he a fountain ? There I bathe, 
 And heal the plague of sin and death : 
 These waters all my soul renew, 
 And cleanse my spotted garments too. 
 
 Is he a rock? How firm he proves ! 
 The Rock of Ages never moves ; 
 Yet the sweet streams that from him flow^ 
 Attend us all the desert through. 
 
 Is he a way ? He leads to God, 
 The path is drawn in lines of blood ; 
 There would I walk with hope and zeal, 
 Till 1 arrive at Sion's hill. 
 
3 20 HYMNS. 
 
 Is he a star ? He breaks the night, 
 Piercing the shades with dawning light; 
 1 know his glories from afar, 
 I hail the bright, the Morning Star. 
 
 Is he a sun ? His beams are grace, 
 His course is joy and righteousness ; 
 Nations rejoice when he appears 
 To chase their clouds, and dry their tears. 
 
 Oh ! let me climb those higher skies, 
 Where storms and darkness never rise ! 
 There he displays his power abroad, 
 And shines and reigns th' incarnate God. 
 
 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, 
 Nor heaven his full resemblance bears ; 
 His beauties we can never trace, 
 Till we behold him face to face. 
 
 Watts. 
 
HYMNS. 121 
 
 HYMN LXXXIII. 
 
 How vast the treasure we possess ! 
 
 How rich thy bounty, King of grace ! 
 This world is our's, and worlds to come ; 
 
 Earth is our lodge, and heaven our home. 
 
 All things are our's, the gifts of God ; 
 
 The purchase of a Saviour's blood : 
 While the good Spirit shows us how 
 
 To use and to improve them too. 
 
 If peace and plenty crown my days, 
 
 They help me, Lord, to speak thy praise ; 
 
 If bread of sorrows be my food, 
 
 Those sorrows work my lasting good. 
 
 I would not change my blest estate 
 For all the world calls good or great : 
 
 And while my faith can keep her hold, 
 I envy not the sinner's gold. 
 
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122 HYMNS. 
 
 Father, I wait thy daily will ; 
 
 Thou shalt divide my portion still : 
 Grant me on earth what seems thee best, 
 
 Till death and heaven reveal the rest. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIV. 
 
 Is this the kind return, 
 
 And these the thanks we owe ? 
 Thus to abuse eternal love, 
 
 Whence all our blessings flow? 
 
 To what a stubborn frame 
 Has sin reduced our mind ! 
 
 What strange rebellious wretches we, 
 And God as strangely kind ! 
 
 On us he bids the sun 
 
 Shed his rsviving rays ; 
 For us the skies their circles run, 
 
 To lengthen out our days. 
 
HYMNS. 123 
 
 The brutes obey their God, 
 
 And bow their necks to men, 
 But we more base, more brutish things, 
 
 Reject his easy reign. 
 
 Turn, turn us, mighty God, 
 
 And mould our souls afresh ; 
 Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone, 
 
 And give us hearts of flesh. 
 
 Let past ingratitude 
 
 Provoke our weeping eyes, 
 And hourly, as new mercies fall, 
 
 Let hourly thanks arise. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN LXXXV. 
 
 Lord, what a wretched land is this, 
 
 That yields us no supply ; 
 No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees. 
 
 No streams of living joy ! 
 
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124 HYMNS. 
 
 But pricking thorns through all the ground, 
 
 And mortal poisons grow, 
 And all the rivers that are found, 
 
 With dangerous waters flow. 
 
 Yet the sure path to thine abode 
 
 Lies through this dreary land ; 
 Lord ! we would keep the heavenly road, 
 
 And run at thy command. 
 
 Long nights and darkness dwell below, 
 
 With scarce a twinkling ray ; 
 But the bright world to which we go 
 
 Is everlasting day. 
 
 By glimmering hopes and gloomy fears, 
 
 We trace the sacred road • 
 Through dismal deeps and dangerous snares, 
 
 We make our way to God. 
 
 Our journey is a (horny maze, 
 
 But we inarch upward still ; 
 Forget these troubles of the wav, 
 
 And reach at Zion's hill. 
 
HYMNS. 125 
 
 See the kind angels at the gates, 
 
 Inviting us to come ; 
 There, Jesus the forerunner waits, 
 
 To welcome travellers home. 
 
 Eternal glories to the King 
 
 That brought us safely through ; 
 
 Our tongues shall never cease to sing, 
 And endless praise renew. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVI. 
 
 Laden with guilt, and full of fears, 
 
 I fly to thee, my Lord ; 
 And not a glimpse of hope appears 
 
 But in thy written word. 
 
 The volume of my Father's grace, 
 Does all my griefs assuage ; 
 
 Here I behold my Saviour's face 
 Almost in every page. 
 
126 HYMNS. 
 
 This is the field where hidden lies 
 The pearl of price unknown ; 
 
 That merchant is divinely wise, 
 Who makes that pearl his own. 
 
 Here consecrated water flows 
 
 To quench my thirst of sin ; 
 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 
 
 Nor danger dwells therein. 
 
 This is the judge that ends the strife, 
 
 Where wit and reason fail ; 
 My guide to everlasting life, 
 
 Through all this gloomy vale. 
 
 O may thy counsels, mighty God, 
 
 My roving feet command ; 
 Nor I forsake the happy road 
 
 That leads to thy right hand. 
 
 Watts. 
 
HYMNS. 127 
 
 HYMN LXXXVII. 
 
 Plunged in a gulph of dark despair, 
 
 We wretched sinners lay, 
 Without one cheerful beam of hope, 
 
 Or spark of gliminring day. 
 
 With pitying eyes the Prince of Grace 
 
 Beheld our helpless grief; 
 He saw, and (Oh ! amazing love !) 
 
 He ran to our relief. 
 
 Down from the shining seats above, 
 
 With joyful haste he fled ; 
 Entered the grave in mortal flesh, 
 
 And dwelt among the dead. 
 
 He spoiled the powers of darkness thus, 
 
 And brake our iron chains : 
 Jesus has freed our captive souls 
 
 From everlasting pains. 
 
128 HYMNS. 
 
 Oh ! for this love, let rocks and hills 
 
 Their lasting silence break ; 
 And all harmonious human tongues 
 
 Their Saviour's praises speak. 
 
 Angels, assist our mighty joys, 
 Strike all your harps of gold ! 
 
 But when you raise your highest notes, 
 His love can ne'er be told. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVIII. 
 
 There is a land of pure delight, 
 Where saints immortal reign ; 
 
 Infinite day excludes the night, 
 And pleasures banish pain. 
 
 There, everlasting spring abides, 
 And never-withering flowers : 
 
 Death like a narrow sea divides 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 
HYMNS. 1 29 
 
 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 
 
 Stand dressed in living green : 
 So to the Jews fair Canaan stood, 
 
 While Jordan rolled between. 
 
 But, timorous mortals start and shrink, 
 
 To cross this narrow sea ; 
 And linger, shivering on the brink, 
 
 And fear to launch away. 
 
 Oh ! could we make our doubts remove, 
 
 These gloomy doubts that rise, 
 And see the Canaan that we love, 
 
 With unbeclouded eyes ; 
 
 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 
 
 And view the landscape o'er, 
 Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 
 
 Should fright us from the shore. 
 
 Wafts. 
 
130 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIX. 
 
 While I am banished from thy house, 
 
 I mourn in secret, Lord ; 
 " When shall I come and pay my vows, 
 
 a And hear thy holy word ?" 
 
 So, while I dwell in bonds of clay, 
 Methinks my soul shall groan, 
 
 u When shall I wing my heavenly way, 
 " And stand before thy throne ?" 
 
 i love to see my Lord below, 
 His church displays his grace ; 
 
 But upper worlds his glory know, 
 And view him face to face. 
 
 i love to worship at his feet, 
 Though sin attack me there : 
 
 But saints exalted near his seat, 
 Have no assaults to fear. 
 
HYMNS. 131 
 
 I 'm pleased to meet him in his court, 
 
 And taste his heavenly love ; 
 But still I think his visits short, 
 
 Or I too soon remove. 
 
 He shines, and I am all delight, 
 
 He hides, and all is pain : 
 When will he Hk me in his sight, 
 
 And ne'er depart again? 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN XC. 
 
 What happy men, or angels, these, 
 That all their robes are spotless white ? 
 
 Whence did this glorious troop arrive 
 At the pure realms of heavenly light? 
 
 From torturing rocks and burning fires, 
 And seas of their own blood they came; 
 
 But nobler blood has washed their robes, 
 Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb. 
 
132 HYMNS. 
 
 Now they approach th' Almighty throne 
 With loud hosannas, night and day, 
 
 Sweet anthems to the great Three One, 
 Measure their blest eternity. 
 
 No more shall hunger pain their souls, 
 He bids their parching thirst be gone, 
 
 And spreads the shadow of his wings, 
 To screen them from the scorching sun. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN XCI. 
 
 When I can read my title clear 
 
 To mansions in the skies, 
 I bid farewell to every fear, 
 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
 Should earth against my soul engage. 
 And hellish darts be hurled, 
 
 Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
HVMNS. 133 
 
 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 
 
 And storms of sorrow fall, 
 May I but safely reach my home, 
 
 My God, my heaven, my all. 
 
 There shall I bathe my weary soul 
 
 In seas of heavenly rest, 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 
 Across my peaceful breast. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN XC1I. 
 
 Early, my God, without delay, 
 I haste to seek thy face ; 
 
 My thirsty spirit faints away, 
 Without thy cheering grace. 
 
 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, 
 
 Beneath a burning sky, 
 Long for a cooling stream at hand, 
 
 And they must drink or die. 
 
134 HYMNS. 
 
 Pve seen thy glory and thy power 
 Through all thy temple shine ; 
 
 My God, repeat that heavenly hour, 
 That vision so divine. 
 
 Not all the blessings of a feast, 
 Can please my soul so well, 
 
 As when thy richer grace I taste, 
 And in thy presence dwell. 
 
 Not life itself, with all its joys, 
 Can my best passions move \ 
 
 Or raise so high my cheerful voice 
 As thy forgiving love. 
 
 Waits 
 
 HYMN XCIIL 
 
 When I survey the wondrous cross, 
 On which the Prince of Glory died, 
 
 My richest gain I count but loss, 
 And pour contempt on all my pride. 
 
HYMNS. 135 
 
 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 
 Save in the death of Christ my God ; 
 
 All the vain things that charm me most, 
 I sacrifice them to his blood. 
 
 See from his head, his hands, his feet, 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled down ; 
 
 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
 Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 
 
 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
 That were a present far too small ; 
 
 Love so amazing, so divine, 
 
 Demands my soul, my life, my all ! 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN XCIV. 
 
 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims 
 
 For all the pious dead ; 
 .Sweet is the savour of their names, 
 
 And soft their sleeping bed. 
 
136 HYMNS. 
 
 They die in Jesus, and are blessed ; • 
 How calm their slumbers are ! 
 
 From sufferings and from sins released, 
 And freed from every snare. 
 
 Far from this world of toil and strife, 
 They're present with the Lord ; 
 
 The labours of their mortal life 
 End in a large reward. 
 
 Watts, 
 
 HYMN XCV. 
 
 Up to the fields where angels lie, 
 And living waters gently roll, 
 
 Fain would my ardent spirit fly, 
 But sin hangs heavy on my soul. 
 
 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ! 
 
 Can make this load of guilt remove ; 
 And thou canst bear me where thou fly'st, 
 
 On thy kind wings, celestial Dove ! 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 137 
 
 Oh ! might I once mount up and see 
 
 Th' glories of th' eternal skies, 
 What little things these worlds would be ! 
 
 How despicable to my eyes ! 
 
 Had I a glance of thee, my God, 
 
 Kingdoms and men would vanish soon, 
 
 Vanish, as though I saw them not, 
 As a dim candle dies at noon. 
 
 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave, 
 I should perceive the noise no more 
 
 Than we can hear a shaking leaf, 
 
 While rattling thunders round us roar. 
 
 Great All in All, eternal King, 
 Let me but view thy lovely face, 
 
 And all my powers shall bow, and sing 
 Thine endless grandeur and thy grace. 
 
 Watts. 
 
138 HYMNS 
 
 HYMN XCVL 
 
 Awake, my zeal, awake, my love, 
 To serve my Saviour here below, 
 
 In works which perfect saints above, 
 And holy angels cannot do. 
 
 Awake, my charity, to feed 
 
 The hungry soul, and clothe the poor ; 
 In heaven are found no sons of need, 
 
 There all these duties are no more. 
 
 Subdue thy passions, Oh my soul ! 
 
 Maintain the fight, thy work pursue, 
 Daily thy rising sins control, 
 
 And be thy victories ever new. 
 
 The land of triumph lies on high, 
 There are no foes V encounter there ; 
 
 Lord, I would conquer till I die, 
 And finish all the glorious war. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 139 
 
 Let every flying hoar confess 
 I gain thy gospel fresh renown ; 
 
 And when my life and labours cease, 
 May I possess the promised crown ! 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN XCVIT. 
 
 What vain desires, and passions vain, 
 
 Attend this mortal clay ! 
 Oft have they pierced my soul with pain, 
 
 And drawn my heart astray. 
 
 How have I wandered from my God, 
 And, following sin and shame, 
 
 In this vile world of flesh and blood, 
 Defiled my nobler frame. 
 
 For ever blessed be the grace 
 
 That formed my soul anew, 
 And made it of an heaven-born race, 
 
 Thy glory to pursue. 
 
140 
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 My spirit holds perpetual war, 
 And wrestles and complains ; 
 
 But views the happy moment near 
 That shall dissolve its chains. 
 
 Cheerful in death I close my eyes, 
 
 To part with every lust ; 
 And charge my flesh whene'er it rise, 
 
 To leave them in the dust. 
 
 My purer spirit shall not fear 
 
 To put this body on : 
 Its tempting powers no more are there, 
 
 Its sinful passions gone. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN XCVIII. 
 
 Adam, our father and our head, 
 Transgressed, and justice doomed us dead; 
 The fiery law speaks all despair, 
 There's no reprieve nor pardon there. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 141 
 
 Call a bright council in the skies ; 
 te Seraphs ! the mighty and the wise 
 " Say, what expedient can ye give, 
 " To punish sin while sinners live? 
 
 " Speak — are you strong to bear the load, 
 " The weighty vengeance of a God ? 
 " Which of you loves our wretched race, 
 ft Or dares to venture in our place V* 
 
 In vain we ask; for all around 
 Stand silent through the heavenly ground : 
 There 's not a glorious mind above 
 Has half the strength, or half the love. 
 
 But oh ! unutterable grace ! 
 Th' eternal Son takes Adam's place ; 
 Down to our world the Saviour flies, 
 Stretches his sacred arms, and dies ! 
 
 Justice was pleased to bruise the God, 
 And pay its wrongs with heavenly blood ; 
 What unknown racks and pangs he bore ! 
 Then rose ; the law could ask no more. 
 
142 HYMNS. 
 
 Amazing work! look down, ye skies, 
 Gaze on the scene with glad surprise ; 
 Ye heavenly powers, stoop from above, 
 And bow to this mysterious love. 
 
 Now they are struck with deep amaze, 
 Each with his wings conceals his face ; 
 Now clap their sounding plumes, and cry, 
 The wisdom of a Deity ! 
 
 Lo ! they adore th' incarnate Son, 
 And sing the glories he hath won ; 
 Sing how he broke our iron chains, 
 How deep he sunk, how high he reigns. 
 
 Triumph and reign, victorious Lord ! 
 By all the flaming hosts adored ; 
 And say, blest Conqueror, say how long, 
 Ere we shall rise to join their song ? 
 
 Send down a chariot from on high, 
 With fiery wheels, that cleave the sky ; 
 Raise me beyond th ? ethereal blue, 
 To sing and love as angels do. 
 
 Watts. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 143 
 
 HYMN XCIX. 
 
 Come, we that love the Lord, 
 
 And let our joys be known; 
 Join in a song with sweet accord, 
 
 And thus surround the throne. 
 
 Let those refuse to sing, 
 
 Who never knew our God ; 
 But children of the Heavenly King 
 
 May speak their joys abroad. 
 
 The God who rules on high, 
 And thunders when he please, 
 
 Who rides upon the stormy sky, 
 And manages the seas : 
 
 This awful God is ours, 
 
 Our Father, and our love ; 
 He shall send dow r n his heavenly powers, 
 
 To carry us above. 
 
144 HYMNS. 
 
 Then we shall see his face, 
 
 And never, never sin; 
 There, from the rivers of his grace, 
 
 Drink endless pleasures in. 
 
 Yes, and before we rise 
 
 To that immortal state, 
 The thoughts of such amazing bliss, 
 
 Should constant joys create. 
 
 The hill of Zion yields 
 
 A thousand sacred sweets, 
 Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
 
 Or walk the golden streets. 
 
 Then let our songs abound, 
 
 And every tear be dry ; 
 We're marching through ImmanueKs ground, 
 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 
 Watts. 
 
HYMNS. 145 
 
 HYMN C. 
 
 With joy we meditate the grace 
 
 Of our High Priest above ; 
 His heart is made of tenderness, 
 
 His chosen name is Love. 
 
 Touched with a sympathy within, 
 He knows our feeble frame ; 
 
 He knows what sore temptations mean, 
 For he has felt the same. 
 
 But spotless, innocent, and pure, 
 The great Redeemer stood, 
 
 While Satan's fiery darts he bore, 
 And did resist to blood. 
 
 He, in the days of feeble flesh, 
 Poured out his cries and tears ; 
 
 And in his measure feels afresh 
 What every member bears. 
 
 H 
 
146 HYMNS. 
 
 He'll never quench the smoking flax, 
 
 But raise it to a flame ; 
 The bruised reed he never breaks, 
 
 Nor scorns the meanest name. 
 
 Then let our humble faith address, 
 
 His mercy and his power ; 
 We shall obtain delivering grace 
 
 In the decisive hour. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN CI. 
 
 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
 Does his successive journeys run ; 
 His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
 Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 
 
 To him shall endless prayer be made, 
 And praises throng to crown his head ; 
 His name like sweet perfume shall rise, 
 With every morning sacrifice. 
 
HYMNS. 147 
 
 People and realms of every tongue, 
 Dwell on his love with sweetest song; 
 And infant voices shall proclaim 
 Their early blessings on his name. 
 
 Blessings abound where'er he reigns, 
 The prisoner leaps to lose his chains ; 
 The weary find eternal rest ; 
 And all the sons of want are blest. 
 
 Where he displays his healing power, 
 Death and the curse are known no more ; 
 In him the tribes of Adam boast 
 More blessings than their father lost. 
 
 Let every creature rise and bring 
 Peculiar honours to our King ; 
 Angels descend with songs again, 
 And earth repeat the long " Amen." 
 
 Watts. 
 
 h2 
 
148 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN CII. 
 
 Lord, we adore thy vast designs, 
 TV obscure abyss of Providence ; 
 
 Too deep to sound by mortal lines, 
 Too dark to view with feeble sense. 
 
 Now thou arrayest thine awful face, 
 In angry frowns without a smile ; 
 
 We through the cloud believe thy grace ; 
 Secure of thy compassion still. 
 
 Through seas and storms of deep distress, 
 We sail by faith, and not by sight ; 
 
 Faith guides us in the wilderness, 
 Through all the briars, and the night. 
 
 Dear Father ! if thy lifted rod, 
 Resolve to scourge us here below, 
 
 Still we must lean upon our God, 
 
 Thine arm shall bear us safely through. 
 
 Watts. 
 
HYMNS. 149 
 
 HYMN CHI. 
 
 He dies ! the Friend of Sinners dies ! 
 
 Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around ! 
 A solemn darkness veils the skies ! 
 
 A sudden trembling shakes the ground ! 
 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two 
 
 For Him, who groaned beneath your load 
 He shed a thousand drops for you, 
 
 A thousand drops of richer blood ! 
 
 Here \s love and grief, beyond degree ; 
 
 The Lord of Glory dies for men ; 
 But, lo ! what sudden joys we see, 
 
 Jesus, though dead, revives again. 
 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! 
 
 Up to his Father's court he flies ! 
 Cherubic legions guard him home, 
 
 And shout him — welcome to the skies ! 
 
 Cease then to weep, ye saints; and tell 
 How high our great Deliverer reigns ! 
 
 Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, 
 And led the monster Death in chains ! 
 
150 HYMNS. 
 
 Say, " Live for ever, wondrous King ! 
 
 " Born to redeem, and strong to save !" 
 Then ask the monster, " Where's thy sting? 
 
 And where *s thy victory, boasting grave ?" 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN CIV, 
 
 I send the joys of earth away, 
 Away, ye tempters of the mind ! 
 
 False as the smooth deceitful sea, 
 And empty as the whistling wind. 
 
 Your streams were floating me along, 
 Down to the gulph of black despair, 
 
 And whilst I listened to your song, 
 
 Your streams had e'en conveyed me there. 
 
 Lord ! I adore thy matchless grace, 
 That warned me of that dark abyss, 
 
 That drew me from those treacherous seas, 
 And bid me seek superior bliss. 
 
HYMNS. 151 
 
 Now to the shining realms above, 
 
 I stretch my hand, and glance mine eyes ; 
 
 Oh ! for the pinions of a dove, 
 To bear me to the upper skies. 
 
 There, from the bosom of my God, 
 
 Oceans of endless pleasure roll ; 
 There would I fix my last abode, 
 
 And drown the sorrows of my soul. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN CV. 
 
 The Lord our God is Lord of all, 
 His station who can find ? 
 
 I hear him in the waterfall ! 
 I hear him in the wind ! 
 
 If in the gloom of night he shroud 
 
 His face, 1 cannot fly ; 
 I see him in the evening cloud, 
 
 And in the morning sky. 
 
152 HYMNS. 
 
 He lives, he reigns in every land, 
 From Greenland's polar snows, 
 
 To where, across the burning sand, 
 The flashing meteor glows. 
 
 He smiles, we live ; he frowns, we die ; 
 
 We hang upon his word; 
 He rears his red right arm on high, 
 
 And bares his flaming sword. 
 
 He bids his blasts the fields deform, 
 Then, when his thunders cease, 
 
 Sits like an angel 'mid the storm, 
 And smiles the winds to peace ! 
 
 H. K. White. 
 
 HYMN CVI. 
 
 Much in sorrow, oft' in woe, 
 Onward, Christians, onward go, 
 Fight the fight, and worn with strife, 
 Sleep with tears the bread of life. 
 
HYMNS. 153 
 
 Onward, Christians, onward go, 
 Join the war, and face the foe : 
 Faint not ! much doth yet remain, 
 Dreary is the long campaign. 
 
 Shrink not, Christians; will ye yield? 
 Will ye quit the painful field ? 
 Will ye flee in danger's hour, 
 Know ye not your Captain's power? 
 
 Let your drooping hearts be glad, 
 March, in heavenly armour clad ; 
 Fight, nor think the battle long, 
 Victory soon shall tune your song. 
 
 Let not sorrow dim your eye, 
 Soon shall every tear be dry ; 
 Let not woe your course impede, 
 Great your strength, if great your need. 
 
 Onward then to battle move, 
 More than conquerors ye shall prove ; 
 Though opposed by many a foe, 
 Christian soldiers, onward go. 
 
 H. K. White. 
 
 h 5 Finished by F. S. F. M. 
 
154 HYMNS 
 
 HYMN CVII. 
 
 When marshalled on the nightly plain, 
 The glittering host bestud the sky ; 
 
 One star alone of all the train, 
 
 Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 
 
 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, 
 From every host, from every gem ; 
 
 But one alone, the Saviour, speaks, 
 It is the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 Once on the raging seas I rode, 
 
 The storm was loud, the night was dark : 
 
 The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed 
 
 The wind, that tossed my foundering bark. 
 
 Deep horror, then my vitals froze, 
 
 Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem : 
 
 When suddenly a star arose, 
 It was the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
HYMNS. 155 
 
 It was my guide, my light, my all ; 
 
 It bade my dark forebodings cease ; 
 And through the storm of danger's thrall, 
 
 It led me to the port of peace. 
 
 Now safely moored, my perils o'er, 
 I'll sing, first in night's diadem, 
 
 For ever and for ever more, 
 
 The Star ! the Star of Bethlehem ! 
 
 H. K. White. 
 
APPENDIX 
 
 HYMN I. 
 
 Zech. xiii. 6. 
 
 " And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds 
 in thy hands ? And he shall answer, Those with which 
 I was wounded in the house of my friends." 
 
 Whence these sorrows, Saviour say ? 
 
 Why so darksome is thy way ? 
 
 Wherefore does a crimson stain 
 
 On thy wounded hands remain ? 
 
 Hands which came a world to aid, 
 
 Hands which once heaven's sceptre swayed? 
 
 "'Twas no foe this insult dared, 
 
 (i Him, my vengeance had not spared 
 
158 APPENDIX. 
 
 u Not the Roman soldiers cried 
 
 " c Let the Lord be crucified ;' 
 
 iC Judah's children, Abram's seed, 
 
 " Caused my hands and heart to bleed." 
 
 Lord ! each word my bosom rends ; 
 Wert thou wounded by thy friends? 
 Traitors were the chosen few, 
 Those who best thy glories knew ; 
 Tenfold anguish ! Oh, 'twere bliss, 
 Had an enemy done this ! 
 
 Friends of Jesus ! fear with me, 
 Lest yourselves the traitors be ; 
 Let us venture near his seat, 
 Bathe with tears his sacred feet ; 
 While our contrite spirits cry 
 Blessed Saviour, is it I ? 
 
 Anonymous. 
 
APPENDIX. 159 
 
 HYMN II. 
 
 Mark viii. 24. 
 I see men as trees walking. 
 
 Shrouded once in blackest night, 
 Not a ray of heavenly light 
 Pierced the gloom, nor could I see 
 Aught of beauty, Lord ! in thee. 
 
 Dreaming still, I fancied near 
 Every joy to nature dear; 
 Vainly thought to seize a crown, 
 Honour, pleasure, wealth, renown. 
 
 Now, my opening eyes behold 
 Paradise, its gates unfold ; 
 Glad I trace the narrow way 
 Leading to that land of day. 
 
160 APPENDIX. 
 
 But how weak my anxious gaze ! 
 Dazzled by the radiant blaze ; 
 Objects near I dimly view, 
 Falsely judge their form and hue. 
 
 Hasten, Lord ! that blissful day 
 When, each shadow chased away, 
 Those who win the Christian race, 
 See their Saviour face to face ! 
 
 Anonymous. 
 
 HYMN III. 
 
 HYMN OF A HINDOO CONVERT: 
 
 Put into verse, after hearing the sentiments in prose from 
 the mouth of the Rev. Eustace Carey, of Calcutta. 
 
 Be steady, be steady, Oh, my soul, 
 For the sea is come, and the billows roll ; 
 With the help of my God, and none beside, 
 I shall safely pass the roaring tide. 
 
APPENDIX. 161 
 
 Jesu- Jehovah, be my stay 
 Over the dark and troublous way; 
 Embarked in him, I shall feel no fear, 
 Though the storm, the trial of strength be near. 
 
 Forget him not! Oh, my soul, remove 
 All thoughts that breathe not of Jesu's love; 
 His wondrous love, who freely gave 
 His innocent life, thy life to save. 
 
 Oh ! let the dear remembrance be, 
 Laid up in thine inmost treasury ; 
 There it shall brighten more and more. 
 The most precious pearl in that secret store. 
 
 C. S. B. 
 
 HYMN IV. 
 
 There is no other name. 
 
 I stood beside the dark death-bed, 
 My arm sustained the sufferer's head, 
 That sinking head, and glazing eye, 
 Proclaimed the King of Terrors nigh, 
 
162 APPENDIX. 
 
 Yet, tyrant ! in that final hour 
 Thou still shalt own a mightier power : 
 I named the name of Christ, and lo! 
 It checked thy hand, and staid the blow. 
 
 Oh ! name, to every Christian dear, 
 But sweetest in the dying ear; 
 That name, when other sounds were vain, 
 Could raise that sinking head again. 
 
 That glazing eye, so dull, that e'en 
 Our streaming tears fell all unseen, 
 Caught at the word a parting ray, 
 Herald of Heav'ns approaching day. 
 
 A smile of speechless joy that told — 
 Relumed those features pale and cold ; 
 Rallied the tongue, its powers once more 
 Re-echoed " Christ !" and all was o'er ! 
 
 a s. b. 
 
APPENDIX. 163 
 
 HYMN V. 
 
 Mark xi. 9, 10. 
 
 " And they that went before, and they that followed, 
 cried, saying, Hosanna, blessed is he that cometh in the 
 name of the Lord." 
 
 What day is this of joy and pride ? 
 Throw, Salem, all thy portals wide ; 
 Receive thy Lord, give honour due, 
 The dust with costliest garments strew. 
 
 Thou kingly one ! thy head is bare, 
 No diadem is glittering there ; 
 But on thy brow, and in thine eye 
 Dwells more than mortal royalty. 
 
 A shade is on that brow's expanse, 
 A dim suffusion in that glance : 
 Whilst round thee rise hosannas glad, 
 Say, mighty Leader, art thou sad ? 
 
J 64 APPENDIX. 
 
 Ah, see ! his eye is turning still, 
 To rest on Calvary's lonely hill ; 
 And when, o'er Judah's sons it strays, 
 A moment's shudder marks the gaze ! 
 
 Few, few the suns shall rise and set, 
 Ere Calvary with his blood be wet ; 
 His prescience scans that countless train, 
 Their hands are red, they bear the stain. 
 
 Lord ! what is man, that thou canst view 
 This orb unscathed, its path pursue? 
 Couldst thou, for faithless race like this, 
 Desert the starry realms of bliss ? 
 
 Oh ! depth of wisdom ! here, e'en here, 
 Love found its noblest theatre ; 
 Thy hour of triumph, pity, name, 
 'Tis that which saw our deepest shame. 
 
 Lord ! meekly, silently we bow, 
 Our trembling hearts allegiance vow ; 
 Oh ! let our lives, transformed by thee, 
 Thy true hosannas, Saviour, be ! 
 
 C. S. B. 
 
APPENDIX. 165 
 
 HYMN VI. 
 
 Mark iii. 5. 
 
 " Jesus saith unto the men, Stretch forth thy hand. And 
 he stretched it out ; and his hand was restored whole as the 
 other." 
 
 As in deep shades, the parent dove 
 Broods o'er her young in silent love, 
 Sweet nourishment and strength supplies, 
 Then calls them forth to tempt the skies ; 
 
 So, Lord, thy Spirit in the heart, 
 Silent and still perforins its part : 
 Then, at thy word, " Arise ! be free \" 
 We bound to life and liberty. 
 
 That word is sounding still to all, 
 But strangers will not heed the call; 
 Faith's quickened ear, and her's alone, 
 Discerns the Saviour's welcome tone. 
 
166 APPENDIX. 
 
 What is it, Lord, thou bidst us do? 
 " Stretch forth the withered hand anew?" 
 Is this indeed thy will, thy voice ? 
 'Tis done ! we tremble, but rejoice. 
 
 Spirit, that deign'st in us to dwell, 
 Complete the mighty miracle ; 
 Ne'er let the hand by thee restored, 
 Be madly raised against its Lord. 
 
 C. S. B. 
 
 HYMN VII. 
 
 ON 
 
 THE DEATH OF AN INFANT. 
 
 Cease here longer to detain me, 
 Fondest mother, drowned in woe 
 
 Now thy kind caresses pain me, 
 Day is breaking, let me go ! 
 
APPENDIX. 167 
 
 See yon orient streak appearing ! 
 
 Harbinger of endless day; 
 Hark ! a voice, the darkness cheering, 
 
 Calls my new-born soul away ! 
 
 Lately launched, a trembling stranger, 
 On the world's wild boist'rous flood ; 
 
 Pierced with sorrows, tossed with danger, 
 Gladly I return to God. 
 
 Now my cries shall cease to grieve thee, 
 Now my trembling heart find rest ; 
 
 Kinder arms than thine receive me ; 
 Softer pillow than thy breast. 
 
 Weep not o'er these eyes that languish, 
 Upward turning toward their home ; 
 
 Raptur'd they ? 11 forget all anguish, 
 While they wait to see thee come ! 
 
 There, my mother, pleasures centre ; 
 
 Weeping, parting, care or woe, 
 Ne'er our Father's house shall enter ; 
 
 Day is breaking, let me go ! 
 
168 APPENDIX. 
 
 As through this calm, this holy dawning 
 Silent glides my parting breath, 
 
 To an everlasting morning, 
 Gently close my eyes in death. 
 
 Blessings, endless, richest blessings, 
 Pour their streams upon thy heart! 
 
 (Though, no language yet possessing,) 
 Breathes my spirit ere we part. 
 
 Yet, to leave thee sorrowing, rends me, 
 Though again his voice I hear : 
 
 Rise ! may every grace attend thee, 
 Rise ! and seek to meet me there. 
 
 Cecil. 
 
APPENDIX. 169 
 
 HYMN VI11. 
 
 Original Lines by Cowper, to Mrs. Uxwrs, on her 
 becoming blind. 
 
 Mary ! oft my mind recalls thee, 
 
 Resting on the arm divine ; 
 Happy, whatsoe'er befalls thee, 
 
 Faith, the Christian's anchor thine ! 
 
 Though in outward darkness journeying, 
 Glorious light for thee is sown ; 
 
 Israel's pillar brightly burning, 
 Guides thee on to mercy's throne. 
 
 Worldly pomps no more attracting. 
 Half the Christian's conflicts cease ; 
 
 Worldly lights no more distracting, 
 Thou canst a trim thy lamp" in peace. 
 
170 APPENDIX. 
 
 Though the world may little heed thee, 
 Thou hast joys it knows not of; 
 
 For the Lord thy God doth lead thee 
 To the source of peace and love. 
 
 Mary ! think what lies before thee, 
 Think what first thine eyes shall see ; 
 
 Christ, the Lord of life and glory, 
 Crying, " Ephatha" to thee ! 
 
 Think how blessed thy condition, 
 
 Think what dawn shall chase thy night ; 
 
 Faith shall end in brightest vision, 
 Christ himself shall be thy Light ! 
 
 HYMN IX. 
 
 Lo ! we have left all and followed thee 
 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken, 
 All to leave and follow thee ; 
 
 Helpless, poor, despised, forsaken, 
 Thou from hence, my all shall be. 
 
APPENDIX. 171 
 
 Perish ev'ry fond ambition, 
 
 All I've sought, or hoped, or known; 
 Yet how rich is my condition, 
 
 God and heaven are still my own ! 
 
 Let the world despise and leave me ; 
 
 They have left my Saviour too ; 
 Human hearts and looks deceive me, 
 
 Thou art not like them, untrue : 
 I have called thee Abba, Father, 
 
 I have set my heart on thee, 
 Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, 
 
 All must work for good to me. 
 
 Man may trouble and distress me, 
 
 'Twill but drive me to thy breast ; 
 Life with trials hard may press me, 
 
 Heav'n will bring me sweeter rest. 
 Oh ! 'tis not in grief to harm me, 
 
 While thy love is left to me; 
 Oh ! 'twere not in joy to charm me, 
 
 Were that joy unmixed with thee. 
 
 i 2 
 
172 APPENDIX. 
 
 Know, my soul, thy full salvation, 
 
 Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care, 
 Joy to find in every station, 
 
 Something still to do or bear. 
 Think what spirit dwells within thee, 
 
 Think what Father's smiles are thine, 
 Think that Jesus died to save thee : 
 
 Child of heav'n canst thou repine ? 
 
 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 
 
 Armed by faith, and winged by prayer, 
 Heaven's eternal days before thee, 
 
 God's own hand shall guide thee there. 
 Soon shall close thine earthly mission, 
 
 Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days ; 
 Hope shall change to glad fruition, 
 
 Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 
 
 G. 
 
APPENDIX. 173 
 
 HYMN X. 
 
 2 Cor. iv. 18. 
 
 " While we look not at the things which are seen, but 
 at the things which are not seen ; for the things which are 
 seen, are temporal ; but the things which are not seen, are 
 eternal." 
 
 Farewell for ever ! earthly joy s, 
 Vain is each deceitful smile ; 
 
 Vain are all your glittering toys, 
 Vain your efforts to beguile : 
 
 Swift ye vanish from my sight, 
 
 Like the meteor of the night. 
 
 Earthly sorrows ! ye no more 
 Shall my fainting heart distress ; 
 
 All your tyranny is o'er, 
 
 Vain your efforts to oppress : 
 
 Before my eyes ye glide away, 
 
 Like shadows at the break of day. 
 
174 APPENDIX. 
 
 Sickness and disease ! in vain, 
 Ye my weary frame assail ; 
 
 Weak your power, light your pain ; 
 Vain your efforts to prevail : 
 
 Swiftly from my eyes ye pass 
 
 Like the dew upon the grass. 
 
 Life vainly spreads each varied charm ; 
 
 No longer now those charms I see ; 
 Death vainly rears his threatening arm, 
 
 That arm is impotent for me : 
 Life will perish like a flower, 
 Death will lose his fatal power. 
 
 Glories bright and ever new, 
 Yet unseen by mortal eyes, 
 
 Burst in vision on my view 
 From the region of the skies : 
 
 Earth and heaven pass away, 
 
 These shall never know decay. 
 
 Joys secure from pain or woe, 
 
 Knowledge that shall never cease, 
 
 Love that shall for ever glow, 
 Holiness, and perfect peace ; 
 
APPENDIX. 175 
 
 Be these, Lord, my souPs delight, 
 Till faith be swallowed up in sight. 
 
 G.H. 
 
 HYMN XL 
 
 FUNERAL HYMN. 
 
 The bell it has tolled, and the coffin of lead 
 
 From our eyes has enshrouded the corse of the 
 dead; 
 
 And arrayed in dark vestments we stand round 
 the bier 
 
 Of the friend who once charmed and instruct- 
 ed us here. 
 
 But why should we mourn for the spirit that s 
 
 flown ? 
 It has changed a dark prison of clay for a 
 
 throne : 
 
176 APPENDIX. 
 
 Its fetters are broken, 'twill sorrow no more, 
 But be present with Him, whom unseen we 
 adore. 
 
 Those doubts they are gone that once harass- 
 ed him here, 
 And his soul is no longer in bondage to fear ; 
 For his hope is now lost in fruition of joy, 
 And his love is made perfect without an alloy. 
 
 His eye maybe dim, and the valley, the stream, 
 The hamlet he lov'd, may have passed like a 
 
 dream; 
 But scenes more delightful his wonder excite, 
 For his objects of faith are now objects of 
 
 sight. 
 
 His ear may be dull, and the full-pealing 
 
 note 
 Of the organ in vain o'er his body may float ; 
 But more welcome the voice that invites him 
 
 to rest, 
 With the saints that inhabit the realms of the 
 
 blest. 
 
APPENDIX. 177 
 
 His tongue may be mute, and no longer may 
 
 raise 
 In our hallowed assembly the meek hymn of 
 
 praise ; 
 But he joins in a song more enrapturing above, 
 Such as seraphim chaunt to the God of their 
 
 love. 
 
 Though then we may weep as the grave closes 
 
 o'er 
 The mortal remains of the friend we deplore; 
 Let the dark cloud of sorrow be chased from 
 
 our brow, 
 As we think of the glories encircling him now. 
 
 And oh, blessed Lord ! may we ever incline 
 To tread in his footsteps as he followed thine ; 
 And when through this valley of tears we have 
 
 past, 
 To the arms of thy mercy receive us at last. 
 
 G. H. 
 
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178 APPENDIX, 
 
 HYMN XII. 
 
 THE TRANSFIGURATION. 
 
 " Jesus onlv." 
 
 Jesu-Jehovah ! put not on 
 
 Thy robe of light ! 
 What eye unblenched may gaze upon 
 
 The 'whelming sight ? 
 When in a flood of crystal streams, 
 The brightness of the Godhead gleams, 
 The waning sun, shorn of his beams 
 
 Sinks into night. 
 
 Jesu-Jehovah ! thou dost shine 
 
 Too piercing bright ! 
 The lightnings of thy face divine 
 
 Wither our sight ! 
 
APPENDIX. 1 79 
 
 While still his senses mortal be, 
 Man's sinful nature may not see 
 The glories of thy deity 
 Without affright. 
 
 Jesu- Jehovah ! who didst shade 
 
 In human guise, 
 The sapphire splendours that pervade 
 
 Th' Elysian skies ; 
 And, like a star serenely bright, 
 Sweet day-spring, mid the shades of night. 
 With healing on thy wings of light, 
 
 Didst softly rise ; 
 
 Jesu -Jehovah ! still resign 
 
 Thy brightest rays ; 
 And still in earthly mould enshrine 
 
 Thy glory's blaze : 
 Let her mild influence mercy shed 
 In calm effulgence o'er thee spread, 
 While all around thine uncrowned head 
 
 Soft radiance plays. 
 
180 APPENDIX. 
 
 Oh, Jesu ! for our brother, friend, 
 
 Still let us own thee ! 
 Let manhood with thy Godhead blend, 
 
 And still dethrone thee ! 
 Until thou set'st our spirits free 
 In mighty immortality, 
 Oh ! be to our infirmity 
 
 Still " Jesus only !" 
 
 /. 0. P. 
 
 HYMN XIII. 
 
 On seeing a Rainbow on a dark cloud, at the time of 
 thunder. 
 
 Seest thou the cloud which darkly lowers, 
 Whose deepening gloom the storm foretels? 
 Hear'st thou the peal of wrath which swells, 
 
 Announcing its destructive powers ? 
 
APPENDIX. 181 
 
 Feel'st thou the quick-descending rain, 
 
 Precursor of the tempest's ire ? 
 
 Fear'st thou the deadly flash of fire, 
 Which makes both flight and conflict vain? 
 
 Look yet again ; the cloud you dread 
 
 By heaven's blest arch of light is spanned ; 
 O'er the tempest's frown its hues expand, 
 
 'Mid thickest darkness brightest spread. 
 
 Oh, might I see on every cloud, 
 
 The token of my Father's love ; 
 
 My soul with fears should never move, 
 Though dark the shades, the thunder loud. 
 
 Though now unseen, my sun shall shine, 
 And glory kindle midst the gloom ; 
 And his light and love to my heart become 
 
 In deepest sadness most divine. 
 
 /. H. H. 
 
182 APPENDIX. 
 
 HYMN XIV. 
 
 On being called in derision, " A Saint. 
 
 " A saint !" Oh ! would that I could claim 
 Tiie privileged, the honoured name, 
 And confidently take my stand, 
 Though lowest in the saintly band ! 
 
 Would, though it were in scorn applied. 
 That term the test of truth could bide ! 
 Like kingly salutations given 
 Tn mockery to the King of Heaven. 
 
 A saint! and what imports the namt ■. 
 Thus bandied in derision's game ? 
 " Holy, and separate from sin ; 
 " To good, nay, even to God akin." 
 
 Is such tiie meaning of a name, 
 
 From which a Christian shrinks with shame? 
 
APPENDIX. 183 
 
 Yes, dazzled with the glorious sight, 
 He owns his crown is all too bright. 
 
 And ill might son of Adam dare 
 Alone such honour's weight to bear ; 
 But fearlessly he takes the load, 
 United to the Son of God. 
 
 A saint ! Oh ! give me but some sign, 
 Some seal to prove the title mine ; 
 And warmer thanks thou shalt command, 
 Than bringing kingdoms in thine hand. 
 
 Oh ! for an interest in that name, 
 When hell shall ope its jaws of flame ; 
 And scorners to their doom be hurled, 
 While scorned saints "shall judge the world." 
 
 How shall the name of saints be prized, 
 Though now neglected and despised, 
 When truth shall witness to the word, 
 That none but " saints shall see the Lord." 
 
 Marriott. 
 
184 APPENDIX. 
 
 HYMN XV. 
 
 The Christian anticipating the near approach of Death. 
 
 The hour of my departure's come ; 
 I hear the voice that calls me home ; 
 At last, O Lord ! let trouble cease, 
 And let thy servant die in peace. 
 The race appointed I have run ; • 
 The combat's o'er, the prize is won ; 
 And now my witness is on high, 
 And now my record's in the sky. 
 
 Not in mine innocence I trust, 
 I bow before thee in the dust ; 
 And through my Saviour's blood alone 
 I look for mercy at thy throne. 
 I leave the world without a tear, 
 Save for the friends I held so dear ; 
 To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend, 
 And to the friendless prove a friend. 
 
APPENDIX. 1 85 
 
 I come, I come, at thy command, 
 I give my spirit to thy hand ; 
 Stretch forth thine everlasting arms, 
 And shield me in the last alarms. 
 The hour of my departure's come, 
 I hear the voice that calls me home : 
 Now, Oh my God ! let trouble cease ; 
 Now let thy servant die in peace. 
 
 Anony?nous. 
 
INDEX 
 
 Page 
 
 A saint ! oh would that I could claim . . . 182 
 
 Adam our father and our head . . 140 
 
 Along my earthly way . . . . .53 
 
 As in deep shades the parent dove . . . 165 
 
 Awake my zeal, awake my love .... 138 
 
 Be steady, be steady, oh my soul . . . 160 
 
 Before thy cross, my Saviour I would stand . . IT 
 
 Behold I come, the Saviour cries . . 42 
 
 Behold the gloomy vale . . . . .52 
 
 Beset with snares on every hand . . 48 
 
 Bless'd morning, whose young dawning rays . .101 
 
 Blessed Redeemer, how divine . . 1 12 
 
 Brother, thou art gone before us . . . .73 
 
 By cares disturbed, oppress'd with grief . 64 
 
 Cease here longer to detain me .... 166 
 Come hither all ye weary souls . . . . 102 
 
188 
 
 INDEX, 
 
 Come, holy spirit heavenly Dove 
 Come let us join our cheerful songs . 
 Come we that love the Lord 
 
 Dear is the hallowed morn to me 
 Dearest of all the names above 
 Descend from heaven immortal Dove 
 Do not I love thee, Oh my Lord ? 
 
 Early my God, without delay 
 
 Far from the world O Lord, I flee 
 
 Farewell for ever earthly joys 
 
 For what shall I praise thee my God and my King 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains . 
 
 Give me the wings of faith to rise 
 Go worship at Immanuel's feet 
 God of my life through all its days . 
 God of my life to thee I call 
 God moves in a mysterious way 
 
 Hallelujah ! hark, on high 
 
 Happy the heart where graces reign . 
 
 He dies, the friend of sinners dies 
 
 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims . 
 
 Holy Lord God, I love thy truth . 
 
 How condescending and how kind 
 
 How sad our state by nature is 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
 
INDEX. 189 
 
 How vain are all things here below 
 How vast the treasure we possess 
 
 I asked the Lord that I might grow 
 
 I send the joys of earth away .... 
 
 I stood beside the dark death-bed 
 
 In deep affliction, Lord to thee 
 
 In trouble and in grief, O God 
 
 In vain my fancy strives to paint 
 
 Is this the kind return . . ... 
 
 Jesu-Jehovah ! put not on 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken 
 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
 
 Laden with guilt, and full of fears 
 
 Launched upon the stormy ocean 
 
 Let not your hearts with anxious thoughts 
 
 Let Pharisees of high esteem .... 
 
 Look back, my soul, with grateful love 
 
 Lord, I am thine, but thou wilt prove 
 
 Lord, we adore thy vast designs . 
 
 Lord, what a wretched land is this 
 
 Mary, oft my mind recalls thee . 
 
 Much in sorrow, oft in woe .... 
 
 My shepherd will supply my need 
 
 My times of sorrow and of joy 
 
 No longer I follow a sound . . . .26 
 
190 INDEX. 
 
 No more with trembling heart I try . 
 Not all the blood of beasts 
 
 Of all the starry regions round 
 
 Oh, for a closer walk with God 
 
 Oh, for a glance of heavenly day 
 
 O God, my heart within me faints 
 
 Oh, happy day that fixed my choice . 
 
 () Lord, I would delight in thee 
 
 O Lord, my best desire fulfil 
 
 Oh, that the Lord would guide my ways . 
 
 Oh thou, who driest the mourner's tear 
 
 Oh, would that my soul had the wings of a dove 
 
 Plunged in a gulph of dark despair . 
 
 Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds 
 Hock of Ages, cleft for me 
 
 Seest thou the cloud which darkly lowers 
 Show pity, Lord, O Lord forgive 
 Shrouded once in blackest night . 
 So did the Hebrew prophet raise 
 Soldiers, sworn to fight are we 
 
 The bell it has tolled, and the coffin of lead . 
 The billows swell, the winds are high 
 The Christian course when I survey 
 The hour of my departure's come 
 The Lord our God is Lord of all . 
 
INDEX 
 
 191 
 
 The Lord will happiness divine 
 
 There is a fountain rilled with blood 
 
 There is a land of pure delight 
 
 There is a sacred, hallowed spot . 
 
 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love . 
 
 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee 
 
 Thou whom my soul admires above 
 
 Thy gracious presence, oh, my God . 
 
 'Tis a point I long to know 
 
 To Jesus the crown of my hope 
 
 Travellers through a barren waste 
 
 Up to the fields where angels lie . 
 
 What day is this of joy and pride 
 
 What happy men, or angels these 
 
 What vain desires and passions vain . 
 
 When gathering clouds around I view 
 
 When I can read my title clear 
 
 When I survey the wondrous cross 
 
 When in the hours of lonely woe 
 
 When langour and disease invade 
 
 When lightnings flash on every side . 
 
 When, Lord, my former years 
 
 When marshalled on the nightly plain 
 
 When musing sorrow mourns the past 
 
 When struggling passions rage within 
 
 When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming 
 
 Whence these sorrows, Saviour, say . 
 
192 INDEX. 
 
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 While I am banished from thy house . . . 130 
 
 While on the verge of life I stand . . 45 
 
 Why will ye lavish out your years . . .41 
 
 With joy we meditate the grace . . . 145 
 
 THE END. 
 
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