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 Evangelical  Hymiffi 
 
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EXPLANATORY  NOTE. 
 
 The  name  on  top  of  the  hymn  signifies  the  tune,  and  the 
 one  at  the  end  the  author. 
 
 i;Anon."  signifies  anonymous  or  unknown.  The  simple  in- 
 ability to  trace  the  author  is  indicated  by  an  asterisk  (*). 
 
 The  numbers  used  in  the  indices  are  the  numbers  of  the 
 hymns.  The  announcement  of  hymns  by  the  number  of 
 the  page  ought  to  be  abandoned. 
 
TOPICAL  DsDEX. 
 
 The  Figures  refer  to  the  Number  of  the  Hymns. 
 
 I.  Being  axd  Attributes  of  God 1-78 
 
 1.  Existence  and  Works  of  God.: 1-12 
 
 2.  Eternity  of  God 13-19 
 
 3.  Spirituality  and  Omniscience  of  God 20-24 
 
 4.  Trinity  in  Unity  of  God 25-28 
 
 5.  Omnipotence 29-34 
 
 6.  Omnipresence 35—38 
 
 7.  Wisdom 39-43 
 
 8.  Holiness 44-48 
 
 9.  Justice 49-51 
 
 10.  Goodness 52-60 
 
 11.  Faithfulness 61-66 
 
 12.  Love  and  Mercy 67-78 
 
 II.  Relations  of  God 79-108 
 
 1.  God  our  Father 79-83 
 
 2.  "       "     Maker 84-85 
 
 3.  "       "     Preserver  (Providence) 86-100 
 
 4.  "       "     Sovereign 101-108 
 
 III.  The  Holy  Scpiptupes 109-128 
 
 IV.  Max— His  Fall  and  Deppayity 129-139 
 
 V.  Cheist— His    Atoxemext    axd    Rela- 
 tions  140-277 
 
 1.  Types  of  Christ 140-147 
 
 2.  Advent  of  Christ 148-164 
 
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TOPICAL   INDEX. 
 
 3.  Example  and  Teachings  of  Christ 165-173 
 
 4.  Sufferings  and  Death  of  Christ 174-198 
 
 5.  Resurrection  of  Christ 199-205 
 
 6.  Ascension  and  Intercession  of  Christ 206-223 
 
 7.  Work  and  Offices  of  Christ 224-233 
 
 8.  Relations  to  the  Believer 231-244 
 
 a  Jesus  our  Friend 234-236 
 
 b     "        "     Shepherd 237-239 
 
 c     "       Saviour  and  Guide .,.240-244 
 
 9.  Reign  of  Christ,  Missionary  Hymns 245-272 
 
 10.  Second  coming  of  Christ  (Millennial) 273-277 
 
 VI.  The  Holy  Spirit 278-292 
 
 VII.  Ministerial,  Pastoral,  and  Ordina- 
 tion  293-327 
 
 VIII.  Institutions  of  the  Gospel 328-410 
 
 1.  The  Church . 328-334 
 
 a  Admission  to  the  Church 335-342 
 
 b  Security  of  the  Church 343-349 
 
 2.  Baptism 350-365 
 
 3.  Lords  Supper 366-383 
 
 4.  Worship  of  God 384-396 
 
 5.  The  Sabbath 397-410 
 
 IX.  Process  of  Salvation 411-630 
 
 1.  Warning 411-419 
 
 2.  Expostulation 420-436 
 
 3.  Conviction 437-442 
 
 4.  Penitential 443-499 
 
 5.  Invitational 500-542 
 
 6.  Faith.     Its  Nature,  &c 543-559 
 
 7.  Justified  by  Faith.— Grace 560-577 
 
 8.  Regeneration  and  Adoption 578-590 
 
 9.  Witness  of  the  Spirit — Assurance 591-598 
 
 10.  Holiness  of  Heart  and  Life 599-616 
 
 11.  Christian  Perfection 617-630 
 
 X.  Christian  Duties ....631-841 
 
 1.  Prayer  and  Praise 631-679 
 
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TOPICAL   INDEX. 
 
 2.  Watchfulness 6S0-G83 
 
 3.  Warfare 689-709 
 
 4.  Professing  Christ 710-7 1  6 
 
 5.  Sell-Denial  and  Zeal 717-736 
 
 6.  Family  Religion  ami  Devotion 737—774 
 
 7.  Christian  Love  and  Fellowship 775-806 
 
 8.  Greeting  and  Parting 807-819 
 
 9.  Benevolence  and  Charity 820-841 
 
 XI.  Christian  Experience 842-99S 
 
 1.  Rejoicing  in  Hope 842-852 
 
 2.  Rejoicing     in     Christ — Communion     with 
 
 God v 853-890 
 
 3.  Seeking  closer  Communion  with  God 891-901 
 
 4.  Trusting  amid  Trials  and  Afflictions 902-922 
 
 5.  Christian  Graces 923-942 
 
 6.  The  Pilgrim  and  Stranger 943-974 
 
 7.  Religious     Declension  —  Backsliding     La- 
 
 mented  975-991 
 
 8.  Revival 992-998 
 
 XII.  Life,  Death,  and  Eternity 999-1140 
 
 1.  Brevity  of  Life 999-1010 
 
 2.  Death  contemplated 1011-1026 
 
 3.  Death  and  Funerals 1027-1057 
 
 4.  The  Grave 1058-1061 
 
 5.  Death  of  Children 1002-1072 
 
 6.  Resurrection 1073-1082 
 
 7.  Judgment 1083-1096 
 
 8.  Heaven  and  Eternal  Life 1097-1136 
 
 9.  Hell... 1137-1140 
 
 10.  Time  and  Eternity 1141-1147 
 
 £111.  Times  and  Seasons 1148-1173 
 
 1.  The  old  and  the  new  Year 1148-1158 
 
 2.  Spring  and  Summer. 1159-1164 
 
 3.  Autumn — Harvest 1165-1171 
 
 4.  Winter 1172-1173 
 
 KIV.  Special  Occasions 1174-1223 
 
 1.  Corner-Stone  Laying 1174-1180 
 
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TOPICAL  INDEX. 
 
 2.  Dedication  of  a  House  of  Worship 1181-1189 
 
 3.  S.  S.  Meetings  aud  Exercises 1190-1200 
 
 4.  Early  Piety 1201-1219 
 
 5.  Matrimonial 1220-1223 
 
 XV.  National  and  Patriotic 1224-1254 
 
 1.  Freedom 1224-1229 
 
 2.  Peace 1230-1235 
 
 3.  Thanksgiving 1236-1241 
 
 4.  Temperance 1242-1248 
 
 5.  Fast 1249-1254 
 
 XVI.  Doxologies 1255-1262 
 
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HYMNS. 
 
 BEING  AND  ATTRIBUTES  OF  GOD, 
 
 Existence  and  "Works  of  God. 
 
 1. 
 
 C.  M.  Geneva 
 
 The  Being  of  God. 
 
 THOU  didst,  0  mighty  God,  exist, 
 Ere  time  began  its  race: 
 Before  the  ample  elements 
 Filled  up  the  void  of  space. 
 
 2  Before  the  ponderous  earthly  globe 
 In  fluid  air  was  stayed ; 
 
 Before  the  ocean's  mighty  springs 
 Their  liquid  stores  displayed. 
 
 3  Ere  men  adored  or  angels  knew, 
 Or  praised  thy  wondrous  Xarne; 
 
 Thy  bliss,  (0  sacred  spring  of  life!) 
 And  glory  were  the  same. 
 
 4  And  when  the  pillars  of  the  world 
 With  sudden  ruin  break, 
 
 And  all  this  vast  and  goodly  frame 
 Sinks  in  the  mighty  wreck: 
 
 5  "When  from  her  orb  the  moon  shall  start, 
 Th'  astonished  sun  roll  back  ; 
 
 While  all  the  trembling  starry  lamps, 
 Their  ancient  course  forsake  : 
 A  2  9 
 
2,  3.]  existe:nx<e  and 
 
 6  For  ever  permanent  and  fixed, 
 
 From  agitation  free, 
 Unchanged  in  everlasting  years, 
 
 Shall  thy  existence  be.  Anon. 
 
 2G.  M.  Alida. 
 
 .  Existence  of  God. 
 
 T1TE  need  not  soar  above  the  skies, 
 
 y  y     Leave  suns  and  stars  below  ; 
 And  seek  thee  with  unclouded  eyes, 
 
 In  all  that  angels  know; — 
 The  very  breath  we  now  inhale, 
 
 The  pulse  in  every  heart, 
 Attest  with  force  that  can  not  fail, 
 
 Thou  art— 0  God  !  Thou  art ! 
 
 2  If,  'midst  the  everduring  songs 
 
 Of  universal  joy, — 
 The  chime  of  worlds  and  chant  of  tongues, — 
 
 The  praise  that  we  employ 
 May  breathe  its'  music  in  thine  ear, 
 
 Its  meaning  in  thy  heart ; 
 Our  glad  confession  deign  to  hear, 
 
 Thou  art — 0  God!  Thou  art!  Stockton. 
 
 cy  L.  M.  Olivet. 
 
 0»  From  Everlasting  to  Everlasting. 
 
 ERE  mountains  reared  their  forms  sublime, 
 Or  heaven  and  earth  in  order  stood, 
 Before  the  birth  of  ancient  time, 
 From  everlasting  thou  art  God. 
 
 2  A  thousand  ages,  in  their  flight, 
 With  thee  are  as  a  fleeting  day ; 
 
 Past,  present,  future,  to  thy  sight 
 At  once  their  various  scenes  display. 
 
 3  But  our  brief  life's  a  shadowy  dream, 
 A  passing  thought,  that  soon  is  o'er, — 
 
 That  fades  with  morning's  earliest  beam, 
 And  fills  the  musing  mind  no  more. 
 '      10 
 
WORKS   OF   GOD.  [4,  5. 
 
 4  To  us,  O  Lord,  the  wisdom  give, 
 
 Each  passing  moment  so  to  spend, 
 That  we  at  length  with  thee  may  live 
 
 Where  life  and  bliss  shall  never  end. 
 
 fijp.  of  the  Psalms. 
 
 *  L.  M.  Oberlix. 
 
 4.  God  is  seen  in  his   Works. 
 
 THERE  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks,     , 
 Through  earth,  and  air,  and  seas,  and  skies  ; 
 See,  from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks, 
 When  the  first  beams  of  morning  rise. 
 
 2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 
 Throughout  the  world's  extended  frame, 
 
 Inscribes,  in  characters  of  light, 
 His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 
 
 3  The  flow'ry  tribes  all  blooming  rise 
 Above  the  weak  attempts  of  art ; 
 
 The  smallest  worms,  the  meanest  flies, 
 Speak  sweet  conviction  to  the  heart. 
 
 4  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 
 And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 
 
 Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God, 
 
 Bow  down  before  him,  and  adore.  Steele. 
 
 (W  C.  It  Shiloh. 
 
 {J.    God  glorious  in  Creation  and  Redemption. 
 
 FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines! 
 How  high  thy  wonders  rise! 
 Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
 
 By  thousands  through  the  skies : 
 Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power : 
 
 Their  motions  speak  thy  skill : 
 And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
 We  read  thy  patience  still. 
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6  J  EXISTENCE   AND 
 
 2  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  stands 
 On  all  thy  creatures  writ, 
 
 They  show  the  labor  of  thy  hands, 
 
 Or  impress  of  thy  feet ; 
 But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 
 
 To  save  rebellious  worms, 
 Where  justice  and  compassion  join 
 
 In  their  divinest  forms : 
 
 3  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 
 Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 
 
 Which  of  the  glories  brighter  shone, 
 
 The  justice  or  the  grace ; 
 Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
 
 Adorn  the  heavenly  plains : 
 Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 
 
 And  try  their  choicest  strains. 
 
 4  Oh  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 
 In  that  immortal  song ! 
 
 Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
 
 And  love  command  my  tongue. 
 To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
 
 Who  sweetly  ail  agree 
 To  save  a  Avorld  of  sinners  ipst, 
 
 Eternal  glory  be.  Watts. 
 
 6. 
 
 L.  M.  Duane  Street. 
 
 Tfie  Heavens  declare  His  Glory. 
 
 THE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
 With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
 And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
 Their  great  Original  proclaim. 
 
 2  Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
 Doth  his  Creator's  power  display, 
 And  publishes  to  every  land, 
 The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 
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WORKS    OF    GOD.  [7. 
 
 3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
 The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
 And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
 Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth : 
 
 4  While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  bum, 
 And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
 Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
 
 And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 
 
 5  What  though,  in  solemn  silence,  all 
 Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ball? 
 What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
 Amid  the  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 
 
 6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
 And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice — 
 Forever  singing,  as  they  shine, 
 
 The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine.  Addison. 
 
 i 
 
 C.  M.  Bristol. 
 
 All  his  Works  praise  Him. 
 
 THEEE  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale, 
 A  tongue  in  every  flower, 
 Which  tells,  0  Lord,  the  wondrous  tale 
 
 Of  thy  Almighty  power ; 
 The  birds,  that  rise  on  quiv'ring  wing, 
 
 Proclaim  their  Maker's  praise, 
 And  all  the  mingling  soimds  of  spring 
 To  thee  an  anthein  raise. 
 
 2  Shall  I  be  mute,  great  God,  alone 
 
 'Midst  nature's  loud  acclaim  ? 
 Shall  not  my  heart,  with  answ'ring  tone, 
 
 Breathe  forth  thy  holy  name  ? 
 All  nature's  debt  is  small  to  mine, 
 
 Nature  shall  cease  to  be ; 
 Thou  gayest — proof  of  love  divine — 
 
 Immortal  life  to  me.  Mrs.  Opie. 
 
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8,  9.]  EXISTENCE   AND 
 
 8S.  M.  Butler. 
 
 #  His  Name  is  glorious. 
 
 A  LMIGHTY  Maker,  God, 
 XX.  How  glorious  is  thy  Kame ; 
 Thy  wonders  how  diffused  abroad, 
 Throughout  creation's  frame. 
 
 2  In  native  white  and  red 
 The  rose  and  lily  stand, 
 
 And,  free  from  pride,  their  beauties  spread, 
 To  show  thy  skillful  hand. 
 
 3  The  lark  mounts  up  the  sky, 
 With  unambitious  song; 
 
 And  bears  her  Maker's  praise  on  high, 
 Upon  her  artless  tongue. 
 
 4  Fain  would  I  rise  and  sing 
 Tjo  my  Creator  too ; 
 
 Fain  would  my  heart  adore  my  King, 
 And  give  him  praises  due. 
 
 5  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 
 The  remnant  of  my  days : 
 
 And  to  my  God  my  soul  ascend, 
 
 In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise.  Watts. 
 
 9C.  M.  Zerah. 
 
 ,      God  celebrated  in  his  Works  of  Creation. 
 
 SIXG  th'  Almighty  power  of  God, 
 That  made  the  mountains  rise ; 
 That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
 And  built  the  lofty  skies. 
 
 2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 
 The  sun  to  rule  the  day ; 
 
 The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
 And  all  the  stars  obey. 
 
 3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
 That  filled  the  earth  with  food  ; 
 
 He  formed  the  creatures  with  his  word, 
 And  then  pronounced  them  good. 
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WORKS    OF   GOD.  [10,   11. 
 
 4  Lord,  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed, 
 Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye! 
 
 If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
 Or  gaze  upon  the  sky. 
 
 5  There  'a  not  a  plant  or  flower  Mow, 
 But  makes  thy  glories  known ; 
 
 And  clouds  arise  and  tempests  blow, 
 
 By  order  from  thy  throne.  Watts. 
 
 10. 
 
 C.  M.  Arlington. 
 
 God  in  Creation. 
 
 VOW  let  a  spacious  world  ari.se, 
 ±1    Said  the  Creator  Lord : 
 At  once  th'  obedient  earth  and  skies 
 Rose  at  his  sovereign  word. 
 
 2  Dark  was  the  deep ;  the  waters  lay 
 Confused ;  and  drowned  the  land  : 
 
 He  called  the  light ;  the  new-born  day 
 Attends  on  his  command.    * 
 
 3  He  bade  the  clouds  ascend  on  high : 
 The  clouds  ascend,  and  bear 
 
 A  watery  treasure  to  the  sky, 
 And  float  on  softer  air. 
 
 4  Thus  glorious  in  the  Makers  eye, 
 The  young  creation  stood : 
 
 He  saw  the  building  from  on  high, 
 His  word  pronounced  it  good. 
 
 5  Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  stands, 
 Thy  praise  shall  fill  my  tongue ; 
 
 But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
 
 A  more  exalted  song.  Watts. 
 
 nC.  M.  Peterbobo. 
 
 •  God  of  Nature  and  of  Grace. 
 
 THE  God  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
 In  all  his  works  appears ; 
 His  goodness  through  the  earth  we  trace, 
 His  grandeur  in  the  spheres. 
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12.]  EXISTENCE   AND   WORKS   OF   GOD. 
 
 2  Behold  this  fair  and  fertile  globe, 
 By  him  in  wisdom  plann'd ; 
 
 ?T  was  he  who  girded,  like  a  robe, 
 The  ocean  round  the  land. 
 
 3  Lift  to  the  arch  of  heaven  your  eye — 
 Thither  his  path  pursue ; 
 
 His  glory,  boundless  as  the  sky, 
 O'erwhelms  the  wondering  view. 
 
 4  How  excellent,  O  Lord,  thy  name, 
 In  all  creation's  lines ! 
 
 Spread  through  eternity,  thy  fame 
 With  rising  lustre  shines. 
 
 5  These  lower  works  that  swell  thy  praise, 
 High  as  man's  thoughts  can  tower, 
 
 Are  but  a  portion  of  thy  ways, 
 
 The  hiding  of  thy  power.  Montgomery. 
 
 -j  q  C.  H.  M.    How  Calm  and  j 
 
 1  &.  The  Divine  Glory.  Beautiful.*  j 
 
 SIXCE  o'er  thy  footstool  here  below, 
 Such  radiant  gems  are  strown, 
 Oh,  what  magnificence  must  glow, 
 
 Great  God,  about  thy  throne ! 
 So  brilliant  here  these  drops  of  light — 
 There  the  full  ocean  rolls,  how  bright ! 
 
 2  If  night's  blue  curtain  of  the  sky — 
 With  thousand  stars  inwrought, 
 
 Hung  like  a  royal  canopy 
 
 With  glittering  diamonds  fraught — 
 Be,  Lord,  thy  temple's  outer  vail, 
 What  splendor  at  the  shrine  must  dwell ! 
 
 3  The  dazzling  sun  at  noon-day  hour — 
 Forth  from  his  flaming  vase, 
 
 Flinging  o'er  earth  the  golden  shower 
 
 Till  vale  and  mountain  blaze — 
 But  shows,  O  Lord,  one  beam  of  thine, 
 What,  then,  the  day  where  thou  dost  shine ! 
 
 *  Songs  for  Social  and  Ptiblic  Worship,  p.  294. 
 
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ETERNITY   OF   GOD.  [13,  14. 
 
 4  Oh,  how  shall  these  dim  eyes  endure 
 
 That  noon  of  living  rays ! 
 Or  how  our  spirits,  so  impure, 
 
 Upon  thy  glory  gaze ! 
 Anoint,  O  Lord,  anoint  our  sight, 
 And  fit  us  for  that  world  of  light.  Moore. 
 
 Eternity  of  God. 
 
 -j  cy  L-  M«  Jah.-The  Psalmist. 
 
 XO.  Perfections  of  God. 
 
 JEHOVAH  reigns ;  he  dwells  in  light, 
 Arrayed  in  majesty  and  might; 
 The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 
 Still  on  its  firm  foundation  stands. 
 
 2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
 Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 
 His  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
 Himself,  the  everlasting  God. 
 
 S  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rise, 
 And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies : 
 Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  so  high ; 
 At  his  rebuke  the  billows  die. 
 
 4  Forever  shall  his  throne  endure ; 
 
 His  promise  stands  forever  sure ; 
 
 And  everlasting  holiness 
 
 Becomes  the  dwellings  of  his  grace.  Watts. 
 
 14. 
 
 C.  M.  St.  :UArtix3. 
 
 God  our  Help. 
 
 OGOD !  our  help  in  ages  past, 
 Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
 Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
 And  our  eternal  home, — 
 
 2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 
 Still  may  we  dwell  secure ; 
 
 Suflicient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
 And  our  defense  is  sure. 
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15,  16.]  ETERNITY   OF   GOD. 
 
 3 '  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 
 
 Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
 From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
 
 To  endless  years  the  same. 
 
 4  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 
 
 Are  like  an  evening  gone ; 
 Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
 
 Before  the  rising  sun.  Watts. 
 
 -J   ^  C.    M.  NORTHFIELD. 
 
 XD.  The  Infinite  God. 
 
 GREAT  God!  how  infinite  art  thou! 
 What  worthless  worms  are  we ! 
 Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
 And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 
 
 2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
 Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made; 
 
 Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
 Were  all  the  nations  dead. 
 
 3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 
 Stands  present  in  thy  view ; 
 
 To  thee  there 's  nothing  old  appears : 
 To  thee  there 's  nothing  new. 
 
 4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 
 And  vexed  with  trifling  cares, 
 
 "While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on, 
 
 Thine  undisturbed  affairs.  Watts* 
 
 -J  {*  L.    M.  UXBRIDGE. 
 
 1_\)9  God  Infinitely  Good. 
 
 WHAT  is  our  God,  or  what  his  name, 
 Nor  men  can  learn,  nor  angels  teach ; 
 He  dwells  concealed  in  radiant  flame, 
 
 Where  neither  eyes  nor  thoughts  can  reach, 
 
 2  The  spacious  worlds  of  heavenly  light, 
 Compared  with  him,  how  short  they  fall ! 
 
 They  are  too  dark,  and  he  too  bright, 
 Nothing  are  they,  and  God  is  all. 
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ETERNITY    OF   GOD.  [17,   18. 
 
 3  He  spoke  the  wondrous  ward,  and  lo, 
 Creation  rose  at  his  command ; 
 
 Whirlwinds  and  seas  their  limits  know, 
 Bound  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand. 
 
 4  There  rests  the  earth,  there  roll  the  spheres, 
 There  nature  leans  and  feels  her  prop ; 
 
 But  his  own  self-sufhcienee  bears 
 
 The  weight  of  his  own  glories  up.  Watts* 
 
 nC.  BE  Marlow. 
 
 .  God's  Eternity. 
 
 RISE,  rise,  my  soul,  and  leave  the  ground, 
 Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, 
 And  rouse  up  every  tuneful  sound 
 To  praise  tlf  eternal  God. 
 
 2  Long  ere  the  lofty  skies  were  spread, 
 Jehovah  filled  his  throne  ; 
 
 Or  Adam  formed,  or  angels  made, 
 The  Maker  lived  alone. 
 
 3  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 
 The  present  and  the  past, 
 
 He  fills  his  own  immortal  now. 
 And  sees  our  ages  waste. 
 
 4  The  sea  and  sky  must  perish  too, 
 And  vast  destruction  come ! 
 
 The  creatures — look,  how  old  they  grow, 
 And  wait  then-  final  doom ! 
 
 5  Well,  let  the  sea  shrink  all  away, 
 And  flame  melt  down  the  skies, 
 
 My  God  shall  live  an  endless  day, 
 
 When  th'  old  creation  dies.  Anon, 
 
 iq  L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 
 
 JLO.  The  Eternal  Cause. 
 
 ETERNAL  God!  Almighty  Cause 
 Of  earth,  and  seas,  and  worlds  unknown ! 
 All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws ; 
 All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 
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19.]  ETERNITY   OF   GOD. 
 
 2  Thy  glorious  being  singly  stands, 
 Of  all  within  itself  possest ; 
 
 By  none  controlled  in  thy  commands, 
 And  in  thyself  completely  blest.. 
 
 3  To  thee  alone  ourselves  we  owe ; 
 
 Let  heaven  and  earth  due  homage  pay ; 
 All  other  gods  we  disavow, 
 
 Deny  their  claims,  renounce  their  sway. 
 
 4  Worship  to  thee  alone  belongs ; 
 Worship  to  thee  alone  we  give ; 
 
 Thine  be  our  hearts,  and  thine  our  songs, 
 
 And  to  thy  glory  let  us  live.  Browne. 
 
 19. 
 
 L.  M.  Elparan. 
 
 The  true  and  living  God. 
 
 TTTHEN  God — neglected  or  denied — 
 T  V    From  ancient  tribes  withdrew  his  grace, 
 How  soon  the  erring  myriads  strove 
 With  phantom  forms  to  fill  his  place ! 
 
 2  With  gods  for  every  foot  of  land, 
 And  every  pause  of  passing  time, 
 
 Ji\  life,  no  soothing  peace  they  found, 
 In  death,  no  heavenly  hope  sublime. 
 
 3  0  thou,  the  true  and  living  God ! 
 Maker  of  all  above — below, 
 
 Eternal — self-existent  One ! 
 
 How  blest  are  we  thy  name  to  know ! 
 
 4  One  God — enlightened  faith  adores ; 
 One  God — harmonious  nature  cries ; 
 
 One  God — our  common  Sire  and  Lord, 
 The  brotherhood  of  mind  replies. 
 
 5  To  thee — Supreme ! — to  thee  alone, 
 Be  hymns  of  highest  glory  sung ; 
 
 The  source  of  joy  to  every  heart, 
 
 The  theme  of  praise  to  every  tongue.  T.  H.  Stockton. 
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spirituality  and  omniscience  of  god.  [20,  21. 
 
 Spirituality  and  Omniscience  of  God. 
 
 fi/\  C.  M.  York. 
 
 /CU.  God  is  a  Spirit. 
 
 GOD  is  a  Spirit  just  and  wise — 
 He  sees  our  inmost  mind, 
 In  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries, 
 And  leave  our  souls  behind. 
 
 2  Xothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 
 With  honor  can  appear ; 
 
 The  painted  hypocrites  are  known, 
 Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 
 
 3  Their  lifted  eves  salute  the  skies, 
 Their  bended  knees  the  ground ; 
 
 But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice ; 
 Where  not  the  heart  is  foimd. 
 
 4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 
 And  make  my  soul  sincere ; 
 
 Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
 
 And  find  acceptance  there.  Watts. 
 
 ^v-j  C.  M.  Scott. 
 
 /vJL.  God  everywhere. 
 
 GREAT  God,  thy  penetrating  eye  . 
 Pervades  my  inmost  powers ; 
 With  awe  profound,  my  wandering  soul 
 Falls  prostrate,  and  adores. 
 
 2  To  be  encompassed  round  with  God, 
 The  holy  and  the  just, 
 
 Armed  with  Omnipotence  to  save, 
 Or  crumble  me  to  dust  ; 
 
 3  Oh,  how  tremendous  is  the  thought ! 
 Deep  may  it  be  impress'd ; 
 
 And  may  thy  Spirit  firmly  grave 
 This  truth  within  my  breast. 
 
 4  Begirt  with  thee,  my  fearless  soul 
 The  gloomy  vale  shall  tread ; 
 
 And  thou  wilt  bind  th'  immortal  crown 
 
 Of  glory  on  my  head.  Sail. 
 
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22,  23.]  SPIRITUALITY   AND    OMNISCIENCE   OF   GOD. 
 
 L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 
 
 //0«  God  round  about  as. 
 
 LORD,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  thro' ; 
 Thine  eve  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
 My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
 My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 
 
 2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
 Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known : 
 
 He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
 Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 
 
 3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand, 
 On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand ; 
 Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
 
 1  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 
 
 4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great ! 
 What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
 My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
 Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 
 
 5  Oh  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
 Where  'er  I  rove — where  'er  I  rest ; 
 
 Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
 
 Consent  to  sin — for  God  is  there.  Watts. 
 
 qq  C.  M.  Peterboro. 
 
 /0O»  The  all-seeing  Eye. 
 
 THE  eye  of  God  is  everywhere, 
 To  watch  the  sinner's  ways ; 
 He  sees  who  join  in  humble  prayer, 
 And  who  in  solemn  praise. 
 
 2  One  glance  of  thine,  eternal  Lord, 
 Can  pierce  and  search  us  through ; 
 
 Nor  heaven,  nor  earth,  nor  hell  afford 
 A  shelter  from  thy  view ! 
 
 3  The  universe,  in  every  part, 
 At  once  before  thee  lies ; 
 
 And  every  thought  of  every  heart 
 Is  open  to  thine  eyes. 
 
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TRINITY   IN   UNITY.  [24,  25. 
 
 4  Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  pray  and  praise, 
 
 With  fervent,  holy  love, 
 And  fit  us  by  thy  word  of  grace 
 
 To  worship  thee  above.  Village  Hymns. 
 
 fj  i  L.  M.  Rockingham. 
 
 /Cdc.  Whither  should  I  flee  from  iliy  Presence  f 
 
 COULD  I  so  false,  so  faithless  prove, 
 To  quit  thy  service  and  thy  love : 
 "Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  presence  shun, 
 Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 
 
 2  If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  flight, 
 
 'T  is  there  thou  dwell'st  enthroned  in  light ; 
 Or  dive  to  hell,  where  vengeance  reigns, 
 And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 
 
 3  If,  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 
 I  fly  beyond  the  western  sea  ; 
 
 Thy  swifter  hand  would  first  arrive, 
 And  there  arrest  thy  fugitive. 
 
 4  Or  should  I  try  to  shun  thy  sight 
 Beneath  the  spreading  vail  of  night ; 
 One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray, 
 Would  kindle  darkness  into  day. 
 
 5  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
 Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee; 
 Xot  death  can  hide  what  God  will  spy, 
 
 And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eve.  Watts. 
 
 Trinity  in  Lenity. 
 
 q  ~  19th  P.  M.     6s  &  4s.  Italian  Hymn. 
 
 /£•_/.  Invocation  of  the  Trinity. 
 
 COME,  thou  Almighty  King, 
 Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 
 Help  us  to  praise ! 
 Father  all  glorious, 
 O'er  all  victorious, 
 Come  and  reign  over  us, 
 Ancient  of  Da  vs. 
 
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26.]  TRINITY   IN   UNITY. 
 
 2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
 Scatter  our  enemies, 
 
 Now  make  them  fall ! 
 Let  thine  almighty  aid 
 Our  sure  defense  be  made, 
 Our  souls  on  thee  be  stayed, — 
 
 Lord,  hear  our  call ! 
 
 3  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
 Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword, 
 
 Our  prayer  attend ! 
 Come,  and*  thy  people  bless, 
 Come,  give  thy  word  success ; 
 Spirit  of  holiness, 
 
 On  us  descend ! 
 
 4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
 Thy  sacred  witness  bear 
 
 In  this  glad  hour ! 
 Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
 Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
 And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 
 
 Spirit  of  power. 
 
 5  To  thee,  great  One  in  Three, 
 The  highest  praises  be, 
 
 Hence  evermore ! 
 Thy  sovereign  majesty 
 May  we  in  glory  see, 
 And  to  eternity 
 
 Love  and  adore !  DobtlVs  Coll. 
 
 A/i  C.  M.  Stamfoed. 
 
 /vO*  Praise  to  the  Trinity. 
 
 FATHEK  of  glory!  to  thy  name 
 Immortal  praise  we  give, 
 Who  dost  an  act  of  grace  proclaim, 
 
 And  bid  us  rebels  live. 
 2  Immortal  honor  to  the  Son, 
 
 Who  makes  thine  anger  cease ; 
 Our  lives  he  ransomed  with  his  own, 
 And  died  to  make  our  peace. 
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TRINITY   Off   UNITY.  [27,  28. 
 
 3  To  thy  almighty  Spirit  be 
 Immortal  glory  given, 
 
 Whose  influence  brings  us  near  to  thee, 
 And  trains  us  up  for  heaven. 
 
 4  Let  men,  with  their  united  voice, 
 Adore  th'  eternal  God, 
 
 And  spread  his  honors — and  their  joys, 
 Through  nations  far  abroad. 
 
 5  Let  faith  and  love  and  duty  join, 
 One  general  song  to  raise ; 
 
 Let  saints  in  earth  and  heaven  combine, 
 
 In  harmony  and  praise.  Watts. 
 
 £yy  S.  M.  Lisbon. 
 
 iC  9  •  Worship  of  the  Trinity. 
 
 FATHER,  in  whom  we  live, 
 In  whom  we  are  and  move, 
 All  glory,  power  and  praise,  receive, 
 For  thy  creating  love. 
 
 2  0  thou  incarnate  Word, 
 Let  all  thy  ransomed  race 
 
 Unite  in  thanks,  with  one  accord, 
 For  thy  redeeming  grace. 
 
 3  Spirit  of  holiness, 
 
 Let  all  thy  saints  adore 
 Thy  sacred  gifts,  and  join  to  bless 
 Thy  heart-renewing  power. 
 
 4  The  grace  on  man  bestowed, 
 Ye  heavenly  choirs,  proclaim, 
 
 And  cry  "  Salvation  to  our  God  ! 
 
 Salvation  to  the  Lamb !  "  C.  Wesley. 
 
 2q  L.  M.  Elpakan. 
 
 O.  Address  to  the  Trinity. 
 
 FATHER  of  all,  whose  love  profound 
 A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
 Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
 To  us  thy  pardoning  love  extend. 
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29.]  OMNIPOTENCE   OF   GOD. 
 
 2  Almighty  Son,  incarnate  Word, 
 Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord, 
 Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
 To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 
 
 3  Eternal  Spirit,  by  whose  breath 
 The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
 Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
 To  us  thy  quickening  power  extend. 
 
 4  Jehovah!  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 
 Mysterious  Godhead,  Three  in  One ! 
 Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
 
 Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend.  Bicker steth. 
 
 29. 
 
 Omnipotence  of  God. 
 
 L.  M.  Paxola. 
 
 Power  and  Dominion  of  God. 
 
 THE  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns 
 In  robes  of  majesty  arrayed ; 
 His  rule  Omnipotence  sustains, 
 And  guides  the  worlds  his  hands  have  made. 
 
 2  Ere  rolling  worlds  began  to  move, 
 
 Or  ere  the  heavens  were  stretched  abroad, 
 Thy  awful  throne  was  fixed  above ; 
 From  everlasting  thou  art  God. 
 
 3  The  swelling  floods  tumultuous  rise, 
 Aloud  the  angry  tempests  roar ; 
 
 Lift  their  proud  billows  to  the  skies, 
 And  foam  and  lash  the  trembling  shore. 
 
 4  The  Lord,  the  mighty  God  on  high, 
 Controls  the  fiercely  raging  seas ; 
 
 He  speaks — and  noise  and  tempest  fly, 
 The  waves  sink  down  in  gentle  peace. 
 
 5  Thy  sovereign  laws  are  ever  sure, 
 Eternal  holiness  is  thine ; 
 
 And  Lord,  thy  people  shall  be  pure, 
 And  in  thy  blest  resemblance  shine.  Mrs.  Steele. 
 
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30. 
 
 OMNIPOTENCE   OF   GOD.  [30,  31. 
 
 3d  P.  M.  6s  &  8s.  Lenox. 
 
 Greatness  and  Condescension. 
 
 THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
 His  throne  is  built  on  high ; 
 The  garments  he  assumes 
 Are  light  and  majesty : 
 His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright, 
 Xo  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 
 
 2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 
 Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe ; 
 
 His  wrath  and  justice  stand 
 
 To  guard  his  holy  law ; 
 And  where  his  love  resolves  to  bless, 
 His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 
 
 3  Through  all  his  mighty  works 
 Amazing  wisdom  shines ; 
 
 Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 
 And  all  their  dark  designs  ; 
 Strong  is  his  arm,  and  shall  fulfill 
 His  great  decrees  and  sovereign  will. 
 
 4  And  will  this  sovereign  King 
 Of  glory  condescend; — 
 
 And  will  he  write  his  name, 
 
 My  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
 I  love  his  name,  I  love  his  word ; 
 Join  all  my  powers  to  praise  the  Lord.  Watts, 
 
 q-j  C.  M.  BalePvMA. 
 
 OX»  Majesty  and  Power. 
 
 THE  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might, 
 The  winds  obey  his  will  ; 
 He  speaks,  and  in  his  heavenly  height 
 The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 
 
 2  Eebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 
 
 With  threatening  aspect  roar  ; 
 The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 
 
 And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 
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32.]  OMNIPOTENCE    OF   GOD. 
 
 3  Ye  winds  of  night,  your  force  combine ; 
 Without  his  high  behest, 
 
 Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain-pine, 
 Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 
 
 4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar ; 
 In  distant  peals  it  dies ;  • 
 
 He  yokes  the  whirlwind  to  his  car, 
 And  swee})s  the  howling  skies. 
 
 5  Ye  sons  of  earth,  in  reverence  bend ; 
 Ye  nations,  wait  his  nod ; 
 
 And  let  unceasing  praise  ascend 
 
 In  honor  of  our  God.  II.  K.  White. 
 
 3q  1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.        Saunders. 
 
 (yj%  Omnipotence. 
 
 TT7HEN  Israel  out  of  Egypt  came, 
 V  T     And  left  the  proud  oppressor's  land, 
 Supported  by  the  great  I  AM, 
 
 Safe  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand, 
 The  Lord  in  Israel  reigned  alone, 
 And  Judah  was  his  favorite  throne. 
 
 2  The  sea  beheld  his  power,  and  fled, 
 Disparted  by  the  wondrous  rod ; 
 
 Jordan  ran  backward  to  its  head, 
 
 And  Sinai  felt  th'  incumbent  God ; 
 The  mountains  skipped  like  frightened  rams, 
 The  hills  leaped  after  them  as  lambs. 
 
 3  What  ailed  thee,  O  thou  trembling  sea? 
 What  horror  turned  the  river  back? 
 
 Was  nature's  God  displeased  with  thee? 
 
 And  why  should  hills  or  mountains  shake  ? 
 Ye  mountains  huge,  that  skipped  like  rams? 
 Ye  hills,  that  leaped  as  frightened  lambs? 
 
 4  Creation,  governed  by  his  hand, 
 Th'  Omnipotent  Jehovah  knows ; 
 
 The  sea  is  turned  to  solid  land, 
 
 The  rock  into  a  fountain  flows : 
 And  all  things,  as  they  change,  proclaim 
 The  Lord  eternally  .the  same.  C.  Wesley. 
 
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OMNIPOTENCE    OF   GOD.  [33,  34. 
 
 qq  L.  M.     Loving  Kindness. 
 
 (){)•  Omnipotence  and  Wisdom. 
 
 COME,  0  my  soul,  in  sacred  lays, 
 And  sing  thy  great  Creator's  praise : 
 But  oh,  what  tongue  can  speak  his  fame  ? 
 What  mortal  verse  can  reach  the  theme  ? 
 
 2  Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres, 
 He  glory  like  a  garment  wears ; 
 
 To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine, 
 
 Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine. 
 
 3  In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs, 
 Omnipotence  with  wisdom  shines ; 
 
 His  works,  through  all  this  wondrous  frame, 
 Declare  the  glory  of  his  name. 
 
 4  Eaised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
 Do  thou,  my  soul,  his  glory  sing ; 
 And  let  his  praise  employ  thy  tongue, 
 
 Till  list'ning  worlds  shall  join  the  song.        Blachlocl:. 
 
 Q   i  L.    M.  KOCKINGHA}!. 
 
 04t.  God  is  Almighty. 
 
 GIVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 
 Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power; 
 Ascribe  due  honors  to  his  name, 
 And  his  eternal  might  adore. 
 
 2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud, 
 Over  the  ocean  and  the  land  ; 
 
 His  voice  divides  the  watery  cloud, 
 And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 
 
 3  He  speaks — and  tempest,  hail,  and  wind, 
 Lay  the  wide  forest  bare  around ; 
 
 The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind 
 Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  sound. 
 
 4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
 And  lo !  the  stately  cedars  break ; 
 
 The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noise, 
 The  valleys  roar,  the  deserts  quake. 
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35,  36.]  OMNIPRESENCE    OF   GOD. 
 
 5  The  Lord  sits  Sovereign  on  the  flood, 
 The  Thunderer  reigns  forever  King ; 
 
 But  makes  his  Church  his  blessed  abode, 
 Where  we  his  awful  glories  sing. 
 
 6  In  gentler  language  there  the  Lord 
 The  counsels  of  his  grace  imparts ; 
 
 Amidst  the  raging  storm  his  word 
 
 Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts.         Watts 
 
 Omnipresence  of  God. 
 
 q£  C.  M.  St.  Anns. 
 
 t)t)»   Omnipresence  and  Omniscience  of  God. 
 
 LORD !  Thou,  with  an  unerring  beam, 
 Surveyest  all  my  powers ; 
 My  rising  steps  are  watched  by  thee, 
 By  thqe  my  resting  hours. 
 
 2  My  thoughts,  scarce  struggling  into  birth, 
 Great  God,  are  known  to  thee ; 
 
 Abroad,  at  home,  still  I  'm  inclosed 
 With  thine  immensity. 
 
 3  To  thee  the  labyrinths  of  life 
 In  open  view  appear ; 
 
 Nor  steals  a  whisper  from  my  lips 
 Without  thy  listening  ear. 
 
 4  Behind  I  glance,  and  thou  art  there, 
 Before  me  shines  thy  name ; 
 
 And  'tis  thy  strong  almighty  hand 
 Sustains  my  tender  frame. 
 
 5  Such  knowledge  mocks  the  vain  essay 
 Of  my  astonished  mind ; 
 
 Nor  can  my  reason's  soaring  eye 
 
 Its  towering  summit  find.  Blachlocl\ 
 
 C%p  L.  M.  Warren. 
 
 00»      True  Worship  everywhere  accepted. 
 
 OTHOU,  to  whom,  in  ancient  time, 
 The  psalmist's  sacred  harp  was  strung, 
 Whom  kings  adored  in  song  sublime, 
 
 And  prophets  praised  with  glowing  tongue : — 
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OMNIPRESENCE    OF    GOD.  [37,  38. 
 
 2  Not  now  on  Zion's  height  alone 
 The  favored  worshiper  may  dwell, 
 
 Nor  where,  at  sultry  noon,  thy  Son 
 
 Sat  weary  by  the  patriarch's  well. 
 
 3  From  every  place  below  the  skies, 
 The  grateful  song,  the  fervent  prayer, 
 
 The  incense  of  the  heart,  may  rise 
 To  heaven,  and  find  acceptance  there. 
 
 4  0  Thou,  to  whom,  in  ancient  time, 
 The  holy  prophet's  harp  was  strung ; 
 
 To  thee,  at  last,  in  every  clime 
 
 Shall  temples  rise,  and  praise  be  sung.      Pierpont. 
 
 3ry  C.  M.  Maklow. 
 
 i  ,         Consciousness  of  Goa-s  Presence. 
 
 BEYOND,  beyond  that  boundless  sea, 
 Above  that  dome  of  sky, 
 Farther  than  thought  itself  can  flee, 
 Thy  dwelling  is  on  high. 
 
 2  We  hear  thy  voice,  when  thunders  roll 
 Through  the  wild  fields  of  air ; 
 
 The  waves  obey  thy  dread  control ; 
 Yet  still  thou  art  not  there : 
 
 3  These  speak  of  thee  with  loud  acclaim ; 
 They  thunder  forth  thy  praise — 
 
 The  glorious  honor  of  thy  name, 
 The  wonders  of  thy  ways. 
 
 4  Oh !  not  in  circling  depth  or  height, 
 But  in  the  conscious  breast. 
 
 Present  to  faith,  though  vailed  from  sight, 
 
 There  doth  thy  Spirit  rest.  Conder. 
 
 38. 
 
 L.  M*  Luther. 
 
 All  Places  alike  to  the  Believer. 
 
 i  LL  scenes  alike  engaging  prove 
 j\_  To  souls  impressed  with  sacred  love ! 
 ^Where'er  they  dwell,  they  dwell  with  thee ; 
 In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 
 
39.]  WISDOM   OF   GOD. 
 
 2  To  me  remains  nor  place  nor  time ; 
 My  country  is  in  every  clime : 
 
 I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
 On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 
 
 3  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun. 
 The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none ; 
 
 But  with  a  God  to  guide  my  way, 
 Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 
 
 4  Could  I  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 
 That  were,  indeed,  a  dreadful  lot ; 
 But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
 
 Secure  of  finding  God  in  all.  Guy  on. 
 
 Wisdom  of  God. 
 
 3r\  C.  M.  Peterboro. 
 
 V  •         Wisdom  displayed  in  Creation. 
 
 ETERNAL  Wisdom !  Thee  we  praise, 
 Thee  thy  creation  sings : 
 With  thy  loved  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas, 
 And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 
 
 2  Thy  hand,  how  wide  it  spreads  the  sky, 
 How  glorious  to  behold ! 
 
 Tinged  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
 And  starred  with  sparkling  gold. 
 
 3  There  thou  hast  bid  the  globes  of  light 
 Their  endless  circuits  run ; 
 
 There  the  pale  planet  rules  the  night; 
 There  day  obeys  the  sun. 
 
 4  On  the  thin  air,  without  a  prop, 
 Hang  fruitful  showers  around ; 
 
 At  thy  command  they  sink,  and  drop 
 Their  fatness  on  the  ground. 
 
 5  Infinite  strength  and  equal  skill 
 Shine  through  thy  works  abroad ! 
 
 Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
 And  speak  the  builder,  God ! 
 
WISDOM    OF    GOD.  [40,  41. 
 
 But  the  mild  glories  of  thy  grace 
 Our  softer  passions  move: 
 Pity  divine  in  Jesus'  face 
 
 We  see,  adore,  and  love.  Waits. 
 
 L.  M.  %     Elpaiiax. 
 
 To  the  Source  of  Wisdom. 
 
 40. 
 
 4  WAKE,  my  tongue,  thy  tribute  bring 
 ^TL  To  Him,  who  gave  thee  power  to  sing; 
 Praise  Him,  who  is  all  praise  above, 
 The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 
 
 2  How  vast  his  knowledge!  how  profound! 
 
 A  depth  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned ! 
 The  stars  he  numbers — and  their  names 
 He  gives  to  all  those  heavenly  flames. 
 
 3  Through  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
 Ten  thousand  thousand  charms  unfold : 
 Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine 
 
 To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 
 
 4  But  in  redemption — oh  what  grace ! 
 Its  wonders — oh  what  thought  can  trace ! 
 Here  wisdom  shines  forever  bright — 
 
 Praise  Him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight.     Needham. 
 
 a  -j  L.  M.  Teell. 
 
 dtX.       Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 
 
 WAIT,  0  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will; 
 T  ?     Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still ! 
 Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise ; 
 His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 
 
 2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
 Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals ; 
 But,  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
 Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 
 
 3  In  heaven  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 
 He  executes  his  firm  decrees ; 
 
 And,  by  his  saints,  it  stands  confest, 
 That  what  he  does,  is  ever  best. 
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42,  43.]  WISDOM    OF   GOD. 
 
 4  Wait,  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
 
 Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat, 
 
 And  'midst  the  terror  of  his  rod, 
 
 Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God.  Beddome. 
 
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 C.  M.  Arundel. 
 
 ;/£/..  Wisdom  and  Skill  everywhere. 
 
 THERE  \S  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round, 
 In  ocean  deep,  or  air, 
 Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found, 
 For  God  is  everywhere. 
 
 2  Around,  within,  below,  above, 
 Wherever  space  extends, 
 
 There  Heaven  displays  its  boundless  love, 
 And  power  with  mercy  blends. 
 
 3  Then  rise,  my  soul,  and  sing  his  name, 
 And  all  his  praise  rehearse, 
 
 Who  spread  abroad  earth's  wondrous  frame, 
 And  built  the  universe. 
 
 4  Where'er  thine  earthly  lot  is  cast, 
 His  power  and  love  declare ; 
 
 Nor  think  the  mighty  theme  too  vast, 
 
 For  God  is  everywhere.  Anon. 
 
 4q  S.  M.  Shirland. 
 
 O.    Let  Saints  praise  the  Wisdom  of  God. 
 
 TO  God,  the  only  wise, 
 Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
 Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies, 
 Their  humble  praises  bring. 
 
 2  'T  is  his  almighty  love, 
 His  counsel  and  his  care, 
 
 Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
 And  every  hurtful  snare. 
 
 3  He  will  present  our  souls, 
 Unblemished  and  complete, 
 
 Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
 With  joys  divinely,  great. 
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HOLINESS   OF   GOD.  [44,  45. 
 
 4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 
 
 Shall  meet  around  the  throne; 
 Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
 
 And  make  his  wonders  known.  Watts. 
 
 Holiness  of  God. 
 
 a   a  L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 
 
 44.  Holiness  of  God. 
 
 HOLY  as  thou,  O  Lord,  is  none ! 
 Thy  holiness  is  all  thy  own ; 
 A  drop  of  that  unbounded  sea 
 Is  ours,  a  drop  derived  from  thee. 
 
 2  And  when  thy  purity  we  share, 
 Thy  only  glory  we  declare ; 
 
 And  humbled  into  nothing'  own, 
 Holy  and  pure  is  God  alone. 
 
 3  Sole,  self-existing  God  and  Lord, 
 By  all  thy  heavenly  hosts  adored ; 
 Let  all  on  earth  bow  down  to  thee, 
 And  own  thy  peerless  majesty : 
 
 4  Thy  power  unparalleled  confess, 
 Established  on  the  Eock  of  peace ; 
 The  Rock  that  never  shall  remove, 
 
 The  Eock  of  pure,  almighty  love.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 4  m  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 
 
 t)m      Holiness,  Justice  and  Mercy  united. 
 
 IXFIXITE  grace !  and  can  it  be 
 That  heaven's  Supreme  should  stoop  so  low ! 
 To  visit  one  so  vile  as  I, 
 One  who  has  been  his  bitt'rest  foe ! 
 
 2  Can  holiness  and  wisdom  join, 
 
 With  truth,  with  justice,  and  with  grace, 
 To  make  eternal  blessings  mine, 
 And  sin,  with  all  its  guilt  erase  ? 
 
 3  O  love !  beyond  conception  great, 
 That  formed  the  vast,  stupendous  plan ! 
 
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46.]  HOLINESS    OF    GOD. 
 
 Where  all  divine  perfections  meet 
 To  reconcile  rebellious  man ! 
 
 4  There  wisdom  shines  in  fullest  blaze, 
 And  justice  all  her  rights  maintains ! 
 Astonished  angels  stoop  to  gaze, 
 While  mercy  o'er  the  guilty  reigns. 
 
 5  Yes,  mercy  reigns,  and  justice  too — 
 In  Christ  harmoniously  they  meet : 
 He  paid  to  justice  all  her  due, 
 
 And  now  he  fills  the  mercy-seat. 
 
 6  Such  are  the  wonders  of  our  God, 
 And  such  th'  amazing  depth  of  grace, 
 To  save  from  wrath's  vindictive  rod, 
 The  sons  of  Adam's  fallen  race. 
 
 7  With  grateful  songs,  then  let  our  souls 
 Surround  our  gracious  Father's  throne : 
 And  all  between  the  distant  poles 
 
 His  truth  and  mercy  ever  own. 
 
 a  p  C.  M.  Devizes. 
 
 4tO«  Revering  his  Holiness. 
 
 HOLY  and  reverend  is  the  name 
 Of  our  eternal  King ; 
 "  Thrice  holy,  Lord,"  the  angels  cry — ■ 
 "Thrice  holy,"  let  us  sing! 
 
 2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 
 Pay,  O  my  soul,  to  God ; 
 
 Lift,  with  thy  hands,  a  holy  heart 
 To  his  sublime  abode. 
 
 3  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  his  name, 
 Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach ; 
 
 A  contrite  heart  shall  please  him  more 
 Than  noblest  forms  of  speech. 
 
 4  Thou  holy  God !  preserve  my  soul 
 From  all  pollution  free ; 
 
 The  pure  in  heart  are  thy  delight, 
 
 And  they  thy  face -shall  see.  Needham. 
 
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HOLINESS    OF   GOD.  [47,  48. 
 
 ,  -,  8s  &  7s.  Mehul. 
 
 47.  Holy  Lord. 
 
 LORD,,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven ; 
 Earth  is  with  ite  fullness  stored ; 
 Unto  thee  be  glory  given, 
 Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord. 
 Heaven  is  still  with  anthems  ringing ; 
 
 Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
 Holy,  holy,  holy,  singing, 
 
 Lord  of  hosts,  thou  Lord  most  high. 
 
 2  Ever  thus  in  God's  high  praises, 
 Brethren,  let  our  tongues  unite, 
 
 While  our  thoughts  his  greatness  raises, 
 
 And  our  love  nis  gifts  excite. 
 With  his  seraph  train  before  him, 
 
 With  his  holy  Church  below, 
 Thus  unite  we  to  adore  him, 
 
 Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow. 
 
 3  Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven ; 
 Earth  is  with  its  fullness  stored ; 
 
 Unto  thee  be  glory  given, 
 
 Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord. 
 Thus  thy  glorious  name  confessing, 
 
 We  adopt  the  angels'  cry, 
 Holy,  holy,  holy,  blessing 
 
 Thee,  the  Lord  our  God  most  high.  Ancient  Hymns. 
 
 4q  S.  M.  Cra>~erook. 
 
 O.  A  holy  God  worshiped  with  Reverence. 
 
 EXALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
 And  worship  at  his  feet ; 
 His  nature  is  all  holiness, 
 And  mercy  is  his  seat. 
 
 2  When  Israel  was  his  Church, 
 
 When  Aaron  was  his  priest, 
 When  Moses  cried,  when  Samuel  prayed, 
 
 He  gave  his  people  rest. 
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49.]  JUSTICE   OF   GOD. 
 
 3  Oft  he  forgave  their  sins, 
 Nor  would  destroy  their  race  ; 
 
 And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known 
 When  they  abused  his  grace. 
 
 4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
 Whose  grace  is  still  the  same, 
 
 Still  he 's  a  God  of  holiness, 
 
 And  jealous  of  his  name.  Watts. 
 
 Justice  of  God. 
 
 A  f\  L.    M.  UXBRIDGE. 
 
 4t»J«  The  Justice  of  God, 
 
 ETEEXAL  King !  the  greatest,  best, 
 Forever  glorious,  ever  blest  ; 
 The  great  I  AM,  Jehovah,  Lord, 
 By  seraphim  and  saints  adored. 
 
 2  Justice  the  firm  foundation  lays 
 Of  all  thy  laws,  thy  works  and  ways ; 
 Obedient  souls  will  ever  find 
 
 A  God  that's  faithful,  loving,  kind. 
 
 3  But  he  who  sins  becomes  accursed, 
 Or  God  would  be  no  longer  just ; 
 Cursed  is  the  man  who  dares  withdraw 
 Obedience  from  thy  holy  law. 
 
 4  Where  then,  great  God,  or  how  shall  we 
 Approach  thy  dreadful  majesty ! 
 
 Thy  sacred  law  we  oft  have  broke, 
 And  stand  obnoxious  to  thy  stroke. 
 
 5  But,  O  thou  Holy,  Just  and  True ! 
 Though  justice  must  have  all  its  due, 
 Thou  canst  be  just,  yet  justify 
 
 The  soul  that  doth  on  Christ  rely. 
 
 6  We  plead  the  sufferings  of  thy  Son ; 
 We  plead  his  righteousness  alone ; 
 
 He  bore  the  curse,  hence  thou  art  just 
 In  pard'ning  those  who  were  accursed.  * 
 
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JUSTICE    OF   GOD.  [50,  51. 
 
 C.  M.  Laxesboeo'. 
 
 An  impartially  Just  God. 
 
 TT^ITH  eye  impartial,  heaven's  high  King 
 T  T     Surveys  each  human  tribe ; 
 No  earthly  pomp  his  eyes  can  charm, 
 Nor  wealth  his  favor  bribe. 
 
 2  The  rich  and  poor,  of  equal  clay, 
 His  powerful  hand  did  frame; 
 
 All  souls  are  his,  and  him  alike 
 Their  common  Parent  claim. 
 
 3  Ye  sons  of  men  of  high  degree, 
 Your  great  Superior  own ; 
 
 Praise  him  for  all  his  gifts,  and  pay  . 
 
 Your  homage  at  his  throne. 
 
 4  Trust  in  the  Lord,  ye  humble  poor, 
 And  banish  every  fear ; 
 
 The  God  you  serve  will  ne'er  forsake 
 
 The  man  of  heart  sincere.  Luth.  Coll. 
 
 w-j  L.  31.  Rockingham, 
 
 fj  X  e    Go  d's  Government  p  rocla  im  s  h  is  Just  ice. 
 
 GREAT  God,  my  Maker  and  my  Kins:, 
 Of  thee  I'll  speak,  of  thee  I'll  sing; 
 All  thou  hast  done,  and  all  thou  dost, 
 Declare  thee  good,  proclaim  thee  just : 
 
 2  Thy  ancient  thoughts  and  firm  decrees, 
 Thy  threatenings  and  thy  promises — 
 The  joys  of  heaven,  the  pains  of  hell, 
 What  angels  taste,  what  devils  feel : 
 
 3  Thy  terrors  and  thine  acts  of  grace, 
 Thy  threatening  rod  and  smiling  face — 
 Thy  wounding  and  thy  healing  word, 
 A  world  undone,  a  world  restored : 
 
 4  While  these  excite  my  fear  and  joy, 
 TVhile  these  my  tuneful  lips  employ, 
 Accept,  O  Lord,  the  humble  song, 
 
 The  tribute  of  a  trembling  tongue.  Beddome. 
 
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52,  53.]  goodness  of  god. 
 
 Goodness  of  God. 
 
 C.  M.  Howard. 
 
 I  fj%  The  Wonders  of  his  Love. 
 
 T7E  humble  souls,  approach  your  God, 
 1    With  songs  of  sacred  praise  ; 
 For  he  is  good,  immensely  good, 
 And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 
 
 2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care — 
 In  him  we  live  and  move ; 
 
 But  nobler  benefits  declare 
 The  wonders  of  his  love. 
 
 3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 
 To  ransom  rebel  worms ; 
 
 'T  is  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known, 
 In  its  diviner  forms. 
 
 4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come — 
 'T  is  here  our  hope  relies ; 
 
 A  safe  defense,  a  peaceful  home, 
 When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 
 
 5  Great  God,  to  thy  almighty  love 
 What  honors  shall  we  raise? 
 
 Not  all  the  raptured  songs  above 
 
 Can  render  equal  praise.  Steele. 
 
 5q  C.  M.  Olmstead. 
 
 0.  Goodness  of  God's  Providence. 
 
 LET  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 
 Thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all, 
 Thy  strengthening  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
 And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 
 
 2  When  sorrows  bow  the  spirit  down, 
 When  virtue  lies  distressed ; 
 
 Beneath  the  proud  oppressor's  frown, 
 Thou  giv'st  the  mourner  rest. 
 
 3  Thou  know'st  the  pains  thy  servants  feel, 
 Thou  hear'st  thy  children's  cry ; 
 
 And  their  best  wishes  to  fulfill, 
 Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 
 
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GOODNESS    OF   GOD.  [54,  55. 
 
 4  Thy  mercy  never  shall  remove 
 From  men  of  heart  sincere : 
 
 Thou  savst  the  souls  whose  humble  love 
 Is  joined  with  holy  fear. 
 
 5  My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  thy  praise, 
 And  spread  thy  fame  abroad ; 
 
 Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 
 
 The  honors  of  their  God.  Watts. 
 
 fw  a  L.  M.  Medway. 
 
 fjtt.      Perfections  and  Providence  of  God. 
 
 HIGH  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 
 Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines ; 
 Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
 That  vails  thy  just  and  wise  designs. 
 
 2  Forever  fimi  thy  justice  stands, 
 
 As  mountains  their  foundations  keep ; 
 Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
 Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 
 
 3  O  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace ! 
 ^Whence  all  our  hope,  our  comfort  springs, 
 
 The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 
 Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 
 
 4  Life,  like  a  fountain,  rich  and  free, 
 Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord ; 
 
 And  in  thy  light  our  soids  shall  see 
 
 The  glories  promised  in  thy  word.  Watts. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.  Hexdox. 
 
 Hail,  Celesticd  Goodness! 
 
 HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
 Be  thy  glorious  name  adored ; 
 Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
 Hail,  Celestial  Goodness,  hail. 
 
 2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  thine  ear, 
 Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear ; 
 Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
 When  around  thy  throne  we  sing. 
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oQ,  57.] 
 
 GOODNESS    OF    GOD. 
 
 3  There  no  tongue  shall  silent  be ; 
 All  shall  join  in  harmony ; 
 
 That,  through  heaven's  capacious  round, 
 Praise  to  thee  may  ever  sound. 
 
 4  Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail  ; 
 Hail,  Celestial  Goodness,  hail ; 
 Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
 
 Be  thy  glorious  name  adored. 
 
 Salisbury  Coll. 
 
 L.  M.  Olivet. 
 
 Praising  God's  Goodness. 
 
 T^E  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record 
 JL    The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord ; 
 And  let  his  power  and  goodness  sound 
 Through  all  your  tribes,  the  earth  around. 
 
 2  Let  the  high  heavens  your  songs  invite, 
 Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light ; 
 Where  sun,  and  moon,  and  planets  roll, 
 And  stars  that  shine  from  pole  to  pole. 
 
 3  But  oh !  that  brighter  world  above, 
 Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  love ! 
 God's  only  Son  in  flesh  arrayed, 
 
 For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made. 
 
 4  Thither,  my  soul,  with  rapture  soar; 
 There  in  the  world  of  praise  adore ; 
 This  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay, 
 
 Demands  an  everlasting  day.  Doddridge. 
 
 Mry  C.  M.  Joyful  Sound. 
 
 k)  I  •  Infinite  Goodness. 
 
 THY  ceaseless,  unexhausted  love, 
 Unmerited  and  free, 
 Delights  our  evil  to  remove, 
 
 And  help  our  misery. 
 2  Thou  waitest  to  be  gracious  still, 
 
 Thou  dost  with  sinners  bear ; 
 That,  saved,  we  may  thy  goodness  feel, 
 And  all  thy  oTace  declare. 
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GOODNESS   OF   GOD.  [58. 
 
 3  Thy  goodness  and  thy  truth  to  me, 
 To  every  soul  abound ; 
 
 A  vast,  unfathomable  sea, 
 
 Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned. 
 
 4  Its  streams  the  whole  creation  reach, 
 So  plenteous  is  the  store ; 
 
 Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 
 Enough  for  evermore. 
 
 5  Faithful,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are ! 
 A  rock  that  can  not  move : 
 
 A  thousand  promises  declare 
 Thy  constancy  of  love. 
 
 6  Throughout  the  universe  it  reigns, 
 Unalterably  sure ; 
 
 And  while  the  truth  of  God  remains, 
 
 His  goodness  must  endure.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 ~q  3rd  P.  orH.  I£ 
 
 tjO*  God's  Goodness  and  Truth. 
 
 OIXG  to  the  Lord  most  high : 
 
 KJ  Let  every  land  adore ; 
 
 With  grateful  voice  make  known, 
 
 His  goodness  and  his  power ; 
 With  cheerful  songs  declare  his  ways, 
 And  let  his  praise  inspire  your  tongues. 
 
 2  Enter  his  courts  with  joy; 
 With  fear  address  the  Lord ; 
 
 He  formed  us  with  his  hand, 
 
 And  quickened  by  his  word ; 
 With  wide  command,  he  spreads  his  sway 
 O'er  every  sea  and  every  land. 
 
 3  His  hands  provide  our  food, 
 And  every  blessing  give ; 
 
 We  feed  upon  his  care, 
 
 And  in  his  pastures  live : 
 With  cheerful  songs  declare  his  ways, 
 And  let  his  praise  inspire  vour  tongues. 
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 BURNHAM. 
 
59,  60.]  GOODNESS    OF   GOD. 
 
 4  Good  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
 
 His  truth  and  mercy  sure, 
 While  earth  and  heaven  shall  last, 
 
 His  promises  endure : 
 With  wide  command,  he  spreads  his  sway 
 O'er  every  sea  and  every  land.  Dwight. 
 
 1st  P.  M.  Gratitude. 
 
 Goodness. 
 
 0GOD,  my  hope,  my  heavenly  rest, 
 My  all  of  happiness  below, 
 Grant  my  importunate  request, 
 
 To  me,  to  me,  thy  goodness  show ; 
 Thy  beatific  face  display, 
 The  brightness  of  eternal  day. 
 
 2  Before  my  faith's  enlightened  eyes, 
 
 Make  all  thy  gracious  goodness  pass ; 
 Thy  goodness  is  the  sight  I  prize ; 
 
 Oh  may  I  see  thy  smiling  face ! 
 Thy  nature  in  my  soul  proclaim, 
 Reveal  thy  love,  thy  glorious  name.  * 
 
 pr\  C.  M.  Isbvt  Haven. 
 
 OU»  Wisdom  and  Goodness. 
 
 BLEST  be  our  everlasting  Lord, 
 Our  Father,  God,  and  King ! 
 Thy  sovereign  goodness  we  record, 
 Thy  glorious  power  Ave  sing. 
 
 2  By  thee  the  victory  is  given : 
 The  majesty  divine, 
 
 Wisdom  and  might,  and  earth  and  heaven, 
 And  all  therein,  are  thine. 
 
 3  The  kingdom,  Lord,  is  thine  alone, 
 Who  dost  thy  right  maintain, 
 
 And,  high  on  thy  eternal  throne, 
 O'er  men  and  angels  reign. 
 44 
 
FAITHFULNESS    OF    GOD.  [61. 
 
 4  Riches,  as  seemeth  good  to  thee, 
 Thou  dost,  and  honor  give ; 
 
 And  kings  their  power  and  dignity 
 Out  of  thy  hand  receive. 
 
 5  Thou  hast  on  us  the  grace  bestowed, 
 Thy  greatness  to  proclaim ; 
 
 And  therefore  now  we  thank  our  God, 
 And  praise  thy  glorious  name. 
 
 6  Thy  glorious  name,  thy  nature's  powers, 
 Thou  dost  to  us  make  known ; 
 
 And  all  the  Deity  is  ours, 
 
 Through  thy  incarnate  Son.  (7.  Wesley 
 
 Faithfulness  of  God. 
 
 r*~t  C.  M.  Lutze>\ 
 
 OJL.  Praise  to  his  Faithfulness, 
 
 BEGIN",  my  soul,  some  heavenly  theme, 
 Awake,  my  voice,  and  sing 
 The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name, 
 Of  our  eternal  King. 
 
 2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulness, 
 And  sound  his  power  abroad, 
 
 Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 
 And  the  performing  God. 
 
 3  His  every  word  of  grace  is  strong, 
 As  that  which  built  the  skies ; 
 
 The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along, 
 Speaks  all  the  promises. 
 
 4  Oh !  might  I  hear  thy  heavenly  tongue 
 But  whisper,  "Thou  art  mme!" 
 
 Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song 
 To  notes  almost  divine. 
 
 5  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice, 
 And  think  my  heaven  secure ! 
 
 I  trust  the  all-creating  voice, 
 
 And  faith  desires  no  more.  Watts 
 
 45 
 
62,  63.]  FAITHFULNESS    OF   GOD. 
 
 p^\  L.  M.  Effingham. 
 
 Urv.  God's  Faithfulness. 
 
 P RAISE,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 
 To  him  that  earth's  foundation  laid 
 Praise  to  the  God,  whose  strong  decrees 
 Sway  the  creation  as  he  please. 
 
 2  Praise  to  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
 Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word ; 
 And  there,  as  strong  as  his  decrees, 
 He  sets  his  kindest  promises. 
 
 3  Firm  are  the  words  his  prophets  give, 
 Sweet  words,  on  which  his  children  live; 
 Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
 Who  spoke,  and  spread  the  skies  abroad. 
 
 4  Each  of  them  powerful  as  that  sound, 
 That  bid  the  new-made  world  go  round, 
 And  stronger  than  the  solid  poles, 
 
 On  which  the  wheel  of  nature  rolls. 
 
 5  Whence  then  should  doubts  and  fears  arise  ? 
 Why  trickling  sorrows  drown  our  eyes  ? 
 Slowly,  alas !  our  mind  receives 
 
 The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 
 
 6  Oh  for  a  strong  and  lasting  faith 
 To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  saith ! 
 T'  embrace  the  message  of  his  Son, 
 
 And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own.  Watts* 
 
 r*Q  S.  M.  Westminster. 
 
 DO.  Love  and  Mercy. 
 
 GEEAT  God,  accept  a  heart 
 That  pants  to  sing  thy  praise ; 
 Thou,  who  without  beginning  art, 
 
 And  without  end  of  days : 
 Thy  goodness  is  displayed, 
 
 On  all  thy  works  impressed ; 
 Thou  lovest  all  thy  hands  have  made, 
 But  man  thou  lovest  best, 
 •      46 
 
FAITHFULNESS    OF    GOD.  [64,  65. 
 
 2  Gracious  art  thou  to  all 
 
 Who  truly  turn  to  thee ; 
 Oh  hear  me,  then,  for  pardon  call, 
 
 And  show  thy  grace  to  me ; 
 Through  mercy  reconciled, 
 
 For  Jesus'  sake  forgiven ; 
 Receive,  0  Lord,  thy  favored  child, 
 
 To  sing  thy  praise  hi  heaven.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 n  a  10th  P.  M.  8  lines  8s.    Eton's  Isle. 
 
 b-i.  God's  Faithfulness. 
 
 THIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 
 Our  faithful,  unchangeable  friend, 
 Whose  love  is  as  great  as  his  power, 
 
 And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end : 
 T  is  Jesus,  the  first  and  the  last. 
 
 Whose  spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home ; 
 We  '11  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
 
 And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come.  * 
 
 3rd  P.  or  H.  M.  Warsaw. 
 
 The  Surety  of  GocVs  Promises. 
 
 THE  promises  I  sing, 
 Which  sovereign  love  hath  spoke ; 
 Nor  will  th'  eternal  King 
 
 His  words  of  grace  revoke : 
 They  stand  secure  and  steadfast  still ; 
 Not  Zion's  hill  abides  more  sure. 
 
 2  The  mountains  melt  away, 
 When  once  the  Judge  appears ; 
 
 And  sun  and  moon  decay, 
 
 That  measure  mortal  years  ; 
 But  still  the  same,  in  radiant  lines, 
 
 The  promise  shines  through  all  the  flame. 
 
 3  Their  harmony  shall  sound 
 Through  my  attentive  ears, 
 
 When  thunders  cleave  the  ground, 
 
 And  dissipate  the  spheres ; 
 'Mid  all  the  shock  of  that  dread  scene, 
 I  stand  serene ;  thy  word,  mv  rock.  * 
 
66,  67.]  LOVE    AND   MERCY    OF   GOD. 
 
 6 /a  C.  M.  Stamford. 
 
 U,  Faithfulness  of  God 
 
 THE  truth  of  God  shall  still  endure, 
 And  firm  his  promise  stand ; 
 Believing  souls  may  rest  secure 
 In  his  almighty  hand. 
 
 2  Should  earth  and  hell  their  forces  join, 
 He  would  contemn  their  rage, 
 
 And  render  fruitless  their  design 
 Against  his  heritage. 
 
 3  The  rainbow  round  about  his  throne 
 Proclaims  his  faithfulness, 
 
 He. will  his  purposes  perform, 
 His  promises  of  grace. 
 
 4  The  hills  and  mountains  melt  away ; 
 But  he  is  still  the  same : 
 
 Let  saints  to  him  their  homage  pay, 
 
 And  magnify  his  name.  Beddome. 
 
 Love  and  Mercy  of  God. 
 
 gry  9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.  Zell. 
 
 0  i  •  God  is  Love, 
 
 GOD  is  love ;  his  mercy  brightens 
 All  the  path  in  which  we  rove ; 
 Bliss  he  wakes,  and  woe  he  lightens ; 
 God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 
 
 2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever ; 
 Man  decays,  and  ages  move ; 
 
 But  his  mercy  waneth  never ; 
 God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 
 
 3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 
 Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove ; 
 
 From  the  gloom  his  brightness  streameth ; 
 God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 
 
 4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 
 Hope  and  comfort  from  above : 
 
 Everywhere  his  glory  shineth ; 
 
 God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love.  Bowring. 
 
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LOVE    AND   MERCY    OF   GOD.  [68,  69. 
 
 ~~  C.  M.  Woodstock. 
 
 UO«  God  is  Love. 
 
 CjOME,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 
 I  And  lift  your  souls  above ; 
 Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 
 To  sing,  that  God  is  love. 
 
 2  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 
 And  all  his  mercies  prove ; 
 
 While  Christ,  th'  atoning  Lamb,  appears, 
 To  show,  that  God  is  love. 
 
 3  Behold  his  loving-kindness  waits 
 For  .those  who  from  him  rove. 
 
 And  calls  of  mercy  reach  their  hearts, 
 To  teach  them,  God  is  love. 
 
 4  And  oh !  that  you,  whose  hardened  hearts 
 Xo  fears  of  hell  can  move, 
 
 May  hear  the  gospel's  milder  voice, 
 That  tells  you,  God  is  love ! 
 
 5  Oh,  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 
 This  best  of  blessings  prove ; 
 
 Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
 
 Shall  shout,  that  God  is  love.  G.  Burder. 
 
 69. 
 
 0 
 
 3rd  P.  or  H.  M.  Warsaw. 
 
 God's  wondrous  Love. 
 
 H  for  a  shout  of  jov, 
 
 Loud  as  the  theme  we  sing! 
 To  this  divine  employ 
 
 Your  hearts  and  voices  bring ; 
 Sound,  sound,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
 The  love,  th'  eternal  love,  of  God. 
 
 2  Unnumbered  myriads  stand, 
 
 Of  seraphs  bright  and  fair, 
 Or  bow  at  his  right  hand, 
 And  pay  their  homage  there ; 
 But  strive  in  vain,  with  loudest  chord, 
 To  sound  the  wondrous  love  of  God. 
 C  49 
 
70.]  LOVE    AND    MERCY   OF   GOD. 
 
 3  Yet  sinners  saved  by  grace, 
 In  songs  of  lower  key, 
 
 In  every  age  and  place, 
 Have  sung  the  mystery  ; 
 Have  told,  in  strains  of  sweet  accord, 
 The  love,  the  sovereign  love,  of  God. 
 
 4  Though  earth  and  hell  assail, 
 And  doubts  and  fears  arise, 
 
 The  weakest  shall  prevail, 
 
 And  grasp  the  heavenly  prize, 
 And  through  an  endless  age  record 
 The  love,  th'  unchanging  love,  of  God. 
 
 5  Oh  for  a  shout  of  joy, 
 Loud  as  the  theme  we  sing ! 
 
 To  this  divine  employ 
 
 Your  hearts  and  voices  bring ; 
 Sound,  sound,  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
 The  love,  th'  eternal  love,  of  God.  J.  Young \ 
 
 C.  M.  Lanesbouo'. 
 
 70. 
 
 God  is  Love. 
 
 G1REAT  God!  to  me  the  sight  afford, 
 J"  To  him  of  old  allowed ; 
 And  let  my  faith  behold  its  Lord, 
 Descending  in  a  cloud. 
 
 2  In  thy  revealing  Spirit  come, 
 Thine  attributes  proclaim, 
 
 And  to  my  inmost  soul  make  known 
 The  glories  of  thy  name. 
 
 3  Jehovah,  Christ,  I  thee  adore, 
 Who  gav'st  my  soul  to  be ; 
 
 Fountain  of  being  and  of  power, 
 And  great  hi  majesty. 
 
 4  The  Lord,  the  mighty  God,  thou  art, 
 But  let  me  rather  prove 
 
 That  name  inspoken  to  my  heart, 
 That  favorite  name  of  Love. 
 50 
 
LOVE   AND    MERCY  OF    GOD.  [71. 
 
 5  Merciful  God,  thyself  proclaim 
 In  this  polluted  breath  ; 
 
 Mercy  is  thy  distinguished  name, 
 
 And  suits  the  sinner  be    . 
 
 6  Our  misery  doth  for  pity  call, 
 Our  sin  implores  thy  grace ; 
 
 And  thou  art  merciful  to  all 
 
 Our  lost,  apostate  race.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 ^  4th  P.  M.        Sjiexbouexe  or 
 
 II.  The  Love  of  God.       Cunton. 
 
 MY  God,  thy  boundle-s  love  I  praise : 
 How  bright  on  high  its  glories  blaze ! 
 How  sweetly  bloom  below ! 
 It  streams  from  thine  eternal  throne ; 
 Through  heaven  its  joys  forever  rim, 
 And  o'er  the  earth  they  flow. 
 
 2  'T  is  love  that  paints  the  purple  morn, 
 And  bids  the  clouds,  in  air  upborne, 
 
 Their  genial  drops  distill ; 
 In  every  vernal  beam  it  glows, 
 It  breathes  in  every  gale  that  blows, 
 
 And  glides  in  every  rill. 
 
 3  It  robes  in  cheerful  green  the  ground, 
 And  pours  its  flowery  beauties  round, 
 
 Whose  sweets  perfume  the  gale ; 
 Its  bounties  richly  spread  the  plain, 
 The  blushing  fruit,  the  golden  grain, 
 
 And  smiles  on  every  vale. 
 
 4  But  in  thy  word  I  see  it  shine 
 With  grace  and  glories  more  divine, 
 
 Proclaiming  sins  forgiven ; 
 There  faith,  bright  cherub,  points  the  way 
 To  realms  of  everlasting  day, 
 
 And  opens  all  her  heaven. 
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72,  73.]  LOVE   AND   MERCY   OF   GOD. 
 
 5  Then  let  the  love  that  makes  me  blest 
 With  cheerful  praise  inspire  my  breast, 
 
 And  ardent  gratitude, 
 And  all  my  thoughts  and  passions  tend 
 To  thee,  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 
 
 My  soul's  eternal  good.  H.  Moore. 
 
 ry^j  10s  &  lis.  Lyons. 
 
 I/O.  God  glorious. 
 
 OH  worship  the  King,  all  glorious  above, 
 And  gratefully  sing  his  wonderful  love ; 
 Our  Shield  and  Defender,  the  Ancient  of  Days, 
 Pavilioned  in  splendor,  and  girded  with  praise. 
 
 2  Thy  bountiful  care,  what  tongue  can  recite  ? 
 It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the  light ; 
 
 It  streams  from  the  hills,  it  descends  to  the  plain, 
 And  sweetly  distills  in  the  dew  and  the  ram. 
 
 3  Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail, 
 In  thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  thee  to  fail ; 
 Thy  mercies  how  tender !  how  firm  to  the  end ! 
 Our  Maker,  Defender,  Redeemer,  and  Friend. 
 
 4  Father  Almighty,  how  faithful  thy  love ! 
 While  angels  delight  to  hymn  thee  above, 
 The  humbler  creation,  though  feeble  their  lays, 
 With  true  adoration  shall  lisp  to  thy  praise.      Grant. 
 
 rvQ  L.  M.  Cathedral. 
 
 I  0#  Praise  for  his  Mercies. 
 
 I  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high ; 
 At  thy  command  diseases  fly ; 
 Who,  but  a  God,  can  speak  and  save 
 From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 
 
 2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  saints,  and  prove 
 How  large  his  grace — how  kind  his  love ; 
 Let  all  your  powers  rejoice,  and  trace 
 The  wondrous  records  of  his  grace. 
 
 52  ° 
 
LOVE   AND   MERCY   OF   GOD.         [74,   75. 
 
 3  His  anger  but  a  moment  stays ; 
 
 His  love  is  life,  and  length  of  days ; 
 
 Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
 
 The  morning  star  restores  the  joy.  Watts. 
 
 rv  i  S.  M.  Ardor. 
 
 |  ■i.        Spiritual  and  temporal  Mercies. 
 
 OH  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ; 
 Let  all  within  me  join. 
 And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  Ins  name, 
 Whose  favors  are  divine. 
 
 2  Oh  bless  the  Lord  my  soul ; 
 Xor  let  his  mercies  lie 
 
 Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
 And  without  praises  die. 
 
 3  JT  is  he  forgives  thy  sins ; 
 'T  is  he  relieves  thy  pain ; 
 
 ?T  is  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
 And  makes  thee  young  again. 
 
 4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
 When  ransomed  from  the  grave : 
 
 He  that  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
 Hath  sovereign. power  to  save. 
 
 5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good ; 
 He  gives  the  sufferers  rest ; 
 
 The  Lord  hath  judgment  for  the  proud, 
 And  justice  for  th'  oppressed. 
 
 6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 
 He  made  by  Moses  known ; 
 
 But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace, 
 
 By  his  beloved  Son.  Watts. 
 
 rv  ^  S.  M.  St.  Thomas. 
 
 i  fj.       Mercies  in  the  Midst  of  Judgment. 
 
 MY  soul,  repeat  his  praise, 
 Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 
 Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
 So  readv  to  abate. 
 
76.]  LOVE   AND   MERCY   OF   GOD. 
 
 2  God  will  not  always  chide ; 
 And  when  his  strokes  are  felt, 
 
 His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
 And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 
 
 3  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 
 Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
 
 So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
 Our  highest  thoughts  exceed^ 
 
 4  His  power  subdues  our  sins ; 
 And  his  forgiving  love 
 
 Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west 
 
 Doth  all  our  guilt  remove.  Watts. 
 
 ry/  C.  M.  LuTZES. 
 
 rv/a 
 
 Ik. 
 
 God's  Love  displayed  in  Creation. 
 
 HAIL,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good ! 
 To  thee  our  songs  we  raise ; 
 Nature,  through  all  her  various  scenes, 
 Invites  us  to  thy  praise. 
 
 2  At  morning,  noon,  and  evening  mild, 
 Fresh  wonders  strike  our  view ; 
 
 And  while  we  gaze,  our  hearts  exult, 
 With  transports  ever  new. 
 
 3  Thy  glory  beams  in  every  star, 
 Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night ; 
 
 And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn 
 With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 
 
 4  The  lofty  hill,  the  humble  lawn, 
 With  countless  beauties  shine : 
 
 The  silent  grove,  the  awful  shade, 
 Proclaim  thy  power  divine. 
 
 5  Great  nature's  God !  still  may  these  scenes 
 Our  serious  hours  engage ! 
 
 Still  may  our  grateful  hearts  consult 
 Thy  work's  instructive  page ! 
 
LOVE    AND    MERCY   OF    GOD.  [77,  78. 
 
 G  And  while  in  all  thy  wondrous  works, 
 
 Thy  varied  love  we  see ; 
 Still  may  the  contemplation  lead 
 
 Our  hearts,  O  God,  to  thee!  Luth.  Coll. 
 
 f%  r%j  S.  M.  Boylstox. 
 
 i   i  ,  Kindness  to  our  Frailty. 
 
 THE  pity  of  the  Lord 
 To  those  that  fear  his  name, 
 Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
 He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 
 
 2  He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 
 Scattered  with  every  breath ; 
 
 His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
 Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 
 
 3  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 
 Or  like  the  morning  flower ; 
 
 If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
 It  withers  in  an  hour. 
 
 4  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 
 To  endless  years  endure ; 
 
 And  children's  children  ever  find 
 
 Thy  words  of  promise  sure.  Watts. 
 
 fVQ  C.  M.  Geneva, 
 
 78 
 
 Gratitude. 
 
 TT7HEN  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God, 
 y  y     My  rising  soul  surveys, 
 Transported  with  the  view,  I  hn  lost 
 In  wonder,  love  and  praise. 
 
 2  Unnumbered  comforts  on  my  soul 
 Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
 
 Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
 From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 
 
 3  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 
 With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
 
 Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
 And  led  me  up  to  man. 
 
 55 
 
79,  80.] 
 
 GOD    OUR   FATHER. 
 
 4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 
 My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
 
 Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart 
 That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 
 
 5  Through  every  period  of  my  life 
 Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue, 
 
 And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
 The  glorious  theme  reneAv. 
 
 Addison. 
 
 RELATIONS  OF  GOD. 
 
 God  our  Father. 
 
 79. 
 
 C.  M. 
 
 Our  Father — God, 
 
 r Y  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name ! 
 Oh,  may  I  call  thee  mine  ? 
 May  I  with  sweet  assurance  claim 
 A  portion  so  divine  ? 
 
 2  This  only  can  my  fears  control, 
 And  bid  my  sorrows  fly : 
 
 What  harm  can  ever  reach  my  soul, 
 Beneath  my  Father's  eye  ? 
 
 3  Whate'er  thy  providence  denies, 
 I  calmly  would  resign  ; 
 
 For  thou  art  good  and  just  and  wise ; 
 Oh  bend  my  will  to  thine. 
 
 4  Whate'er  thy  sacred  will  ordains, 
 Oh  give  me  strength  to  bear ; 
 
 And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 
 And  trust  his  tender  care. 
 
 Cambridge. 
 
 80. 
 
 S.  M. 
 Abba,  Father. 
 
 BEHOLD,  wdiat  wondrous  grace 
 The  Father  has  bestowed, 
 On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
 To  call  them  sons  of  God ! 
 .      56 
 
 Mrs.  Steele. 
 
 St.  Thomas. 
 
GOD    OUPw   FATHER.  [81. 
 
 2  Xor  doth  it  vet  appear, 
 How  great  we  must  be  made ; 
 
 For  when  we  see  our  Saviour  there, 
 ^Ye  shall  be  like  our  Head. 
 
 3  A  hope  so  much  divine 
 May  trials  well  endure ; 
 
 May  purify  our  souls  from  sin, 
 As  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 
 
 4  If  in  my  Father's  love 
 I  share  a  filial  part, 
 
 Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
 To  rest  upon  my  heart. 
 
 5  AVe  would  no  longer  lie 
 
 Like  slaves  beneath  thy  throne ; 
 Our  faith  shall  Abba,  Father,  cry, 
 
 And  thou  the  kindred  own.  Watts. 
 
 ^-1  C.  M.  Farewell. 
 
 OJL.  The  Sovereign  Father. 
 
 nOVEEEIGN  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 
 Yj  Allow  my  humble  claim ; 
 Nor,  when  I  raise  my  guilty  head, 
 Disdain  a  father's  name. 
 
 2  My  Father — God  !  how  sweet  the  sound ! 
 How  tender  and  how  dear! 
 
 Not  all  the  harmony  of  heaven 
 Could  so  delight  the  ear. 
 
 3  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  seal  the  name 
 On  my  expanding  heart ; 
 
 And  show  that  in  Jehovah's  grace 
 I  share  a  filial  part. 
 
 4  Cheered  by  a  signal  so  divine, 
 Unwavering  I  believe ; 
 
 And  Abba,  Father,  humbly  cry ; 
 
 Nor  can  the  sign  deceive.  Doddridge. 
 
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82,  83.]  GOD    OUR   FATHER. 
 
 C.    M.  LlNGIIAM. 
 
 )  £j9  God  oar  Father. 
 
 COME,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace, 
 And  sing  the  Saviour's  love  ; 
 Soon  shall  you  join  the  glorious  theme, 
 In  loftier  strains,  above. 
 
 2  God,  the  eternal,  mighty  God, 
 To  dearer  names  descends ; 
 
 Calls  you  his  treasure  and  his  joy, 
 His  children  and  his  friends. 
 
 3  My  Father,  God !  and  may  these  lips 
 Pronounce  a  name  so  dear? 
 
 Kot  thus  could  heaven's  sweet  harmony 
 Delight  my  listening  ear. 
 
 4  Thanks  to  my  God  for  every  gift 
 His  bounteous  hands  bestow  ; 
 
 And  thanks  eternal  for  that  love 
 Whence  all  those  comforts  flow. 
 
 5  Forever  let  my  grateful  heart 
 His  boundless  grace  adore, 
 
 Which  gives  ten  thousand  blessings  now, 
 
 And  bids  me  hope  for  more.  Heginhotham. 
 
 83. 
 
 C.  M.  Douglas. 
 
 TJie  Author  of  every  good  Gift. 
 
 FATHER,  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift ; 
 My  soul  on  thee  depends  ; 
 Convinced  that  every  perfect  gift 
 From  thee  alone  descends. 
 
 2  Mercy  and  grace  are  thine  alone, 
 And  power  and  wisdom  too : 
 
 Without  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
 We  nothing  good  can  do. 
 
 3  We  can  not  speak  one  useful  word, 
 One  holy  thought  conceive, 
 
 Unless,  in  answer  to  our  Lord, 
 Thyself  the  blessing  give. 
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GOD    OUR   MAKER.  [84,  85. 
 
 4  His  blood  demands  the  purchased  grace : 
 
 His  blood's  availing  plea 
 Obtained  the  help  for  all  our  race, 
 
 And  sends  it  down  to  me.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 God  our  Maker. 
 
 q  i  S.  M.  Shirlakd. 
 
 Otc«  God  our  Maker. 
 
 MY  Maker  and  my  King, 
 To  thee  my  all  I  owe ; 
 Thy  sovereign  bounty  is  the  spring 
 Whence  all  my  blessings  flow. 
 
 2  Thou  ever  good  and  kind ! 
 A  thousand  reasons  move, 
 
 A  thousand  obligations  bind 
 My  heart  to  grateful  love. 
 
 3  The  creature  of  thy  hand, 
 On  thee  alone  I  live ; 
 
 My  God,  thy  benefits  demand 
 More  praise  than  I  can  give. 
 
 4  Lord,  what  can  I  impart,  * 
 When  all  is  thine  before  ? 
 
 Thy  love  demands  a  thankful  heart ; 
 The  gift,  alas !  how  poor  ! 
 
 5  Shall  I  withhold  thy  due  ? 
 And  shall  my  passions  rove  ? 
 
 Lord,  form  this  wretched  heart  anew, 
 And  fill  it  with  thy  love. 
 
 6  Oh  !  let  thy  grace  inspire 
 My  soul  with  strength  divine ; 
 
 Let  all  my  powers  to  thee  aspire, 
 
 And  all  my  days  be  thine.  Steele. 
 
 w  C.  M.  Woodstock. 
 
 0.  The  Glories  of  God. 
 
 THE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 
 My  joyful  voice  shall  sing, 
 And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
 Their  Former  and  their  King. 
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86,  87.]  GOD    OUR   PRESERVER. 
 
 2  'T  was  his  right  hand  that  shaped  our  clay, 
 And  wrought  this  human  frame ; 
 
 But  from  his  own  immediate  breath 
 Our  nobler  spirits  came. 
 
 3  We  bring  our  mortal  powers  to  God,  • 
 And  worship  with  our  tongues ; 
 
 We  claim  some  kindred  with  the  skies, 
 And  join  th'  angelic  songs. 
 
 4  The  brightness  of  our  Makers  name, 
 The  wide  creation  fills, 
 
 And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies 
 
 Beyond  the  heavenly  hills.  Watts. 
 
 86. 
 
 God  our  Preserver. 
 
 C.  M  St.  Martin's. 
 
 God  our  Keeper. 
 
 TO  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
 There  all  my  hopes  are  laid : 
 The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  skies, 
 Is  my  perpetual  aid. 
 
 2  Their  steadfast  feet  shall  never  fall, 
 Whom  he  designs  to  keep ; 
 
 His  ear  attends  the  softest  call  ; 
 His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 
 
 3  He  wiH  sustain  our  weakest  powers 
 With  his  almighty  arm, 
 
 And  watch  our  most  unguarded  hours 
 Against  surprising  harm. 
 
 4  Israel,  rejoice  and  rest  secure, 
 Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord ; 
 
 His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
 
 For  thine  eternal  guard.  Watts. 
 
 Qry  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 
 
 O  I  .  Providence. 
 
 THY  ways,  O  Lord !  with  wise  design, 
 Are  framed  upon  thy  throne  above, 
 And  every  dark  and  bending  line 
 Meets  in  the  centre  of  thy  love. 
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GOD    OUB   PRESERVER.  [88. 
 
 2  With  feeble  light,  and  half  obscure, 
 Poor  mortals  thine  arrangements  view; 
 
 Not  knowing  that  the  least  are  .-are, 
 And  the  mysterious  just  and  true. 
 
 3  Thy  flock,  thine  own  peculiar  care, 
 Though  now  they  seem  to  roam  uneyecl, 
 Are  led  or  driven  only  where 
 
 They  best  and  safest  may  abide. 
 
 4  They  neither  know  nor  trace  the  way : 
 But  whilst  they  trust  the  guardian  eye, 
 Their  feet  shall  ne'er  to  ruin  stray, 
 
 Nor  shall  the  weakest  tail  or  die. 
 
 5  My  favored  Soul  shall  meekly  learn 
 To  lay  her  reason  at  thy  throne ; 
 
 Too  weak  thy  secrets  to  discern, 
 
 I'll  trust  thee  for  my  guide  alone.      HoUowcr/s  Coll. 
 
 qq  C.  St  Cowper. 
 
 00«  Dark  Providence. 
 
 THY  way,  0  God,  is  in  the  sea, 
 Thy  path  I  can  not  trace, 
 Nor  comprehend  the  mystery  \ 
 
 Of  thine  unbounded  grace. 
 
 2  Here  the  dark  vails  of  flesh  and  sense 
 My  captive  soul  surround  ; 
 
 Mysterious  deeps  of  providence 
 My  wond'ring  thoughts  confound. 
 
 3  As  through  a  glass,  I  dimly  see 
 The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
 
 How  little  do  I  know  of  thee, 
 Or  of  the  joys  above  ! 
 
 4  Tis  but  in  part  I  know  thy  will, 
 I  bless  thee  for  the  sight ; 
 
 When  will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal, 
 In  glory's  clearer  light  ? 
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89,  90.]  GOD   OUR  PRESERVER. 
 
 5  With  raptures  shall  I  then  survey 
 
 Thy  providence  and  grace ; 
 And  spend  an  everlasting  day 
 
 In  wonder,  love,  and  praise.  Fawcett. 
 
 qa  S.  M.  Elmswood. 
 
 ©*/•  Safety  in  trusting  the  Lord. 
 
 COMMIT  thou  all  thy  griefs 
 \J  And  ways  into  his  hands, — 
 To  his  sure  trust  and  tender  care 
 
 Who  earth  and  heaven  commands, 
 Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 
 
 Whom  winds  and  seas  obey : 
 He  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet, — 
 
 He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 
 
 2  Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 
 So,  safe,  shalt  thou  go  on ; 
 
 Fix  on  his  work  thy  steadfast  eye, 
 
 So  shall  thy  work  be  done. 
 2so  profit  canst  thou  gain 
 
 By  self-consuming  care ; 
 To  him  commend  thy  cause, — his  ear 
 
 Attends  the  softest  prayer. 
 
 3  Thy  everlasting  truth, 
 Father,  thy  ceaseless  love, 
 
 Sees  all  thy  children's  wants,  and  knows 
 
 What  best  for  each  will  prove. 
 When  thou  arisest,  Lord, 
 
 What  shall  thy  work  withstand? 
 Whate'er  thy  children  want  thou  giv'st ; 
 
 And  who  shall  stay  thy  hand  ?  J.  We 
 
 p.^  L.  M.  Drayton. 
 
 t)\j9  Security  in  Jesus. 
 
 OD  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power, 
 J  Through  varied  death,  my  soul  hath  led ; 
 Or  turned  aside  the  fatal  hour, 
 Or  lifted  ud  my  sinking  head! 
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GOD  OUR  PRESERVER  [91. 
 
 2  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own, 
 Thy  ruling  providence  I  see: 
 
 Assist  me  .-till  my  course  to  run, 
 And  still  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 
 
 3  Whither,  oh  whither  should  I  fly! 
 
 But  Uj  my  loving  Saviours  breast : 
 Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie, 
 
 And  safe  beneath  thy  wings  to  rest. 
 
 4  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun, 
 But  thou,  O  Chris: !  my  wisdom  art : 
 
 I  ever 'into  ruin  run, 
 
 But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart.         C.  Wesley. 
 
 ^v-  C.  M.  Stephens. 
 
 s7JL.  Mysteries  of  Providence. 
 
 GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
 His  wonders  to  perform ; 
 He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
 And  rides  upon  the  storm. 
 
 2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
 Of  never-failing  skill, 
 
 He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
 And  works  his  sovereign  will. 
 
 3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take — 
 The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
 
 Are  big  with  mercy,  and  'will  break 
 In  blessings  on  your  head. 
 
 4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  .sense, 
 But  trust  him  for  his  grace; 
 
 Behind  a  frowning  providence, 
 He  hides  a  smiling  face. 
 
 5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 
 Unfolding  every  hour ; 
 
 The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
 But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 
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92,  93.]  GOD    OUR  PRESERVER. 
 
 6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
 
 And  scan  his  work  in  vain ; 
 God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
 
 And  he  will  make  it  plain.  Couper. 
 
 C.  M.  Clarendon. 
 
 f/0.     Are  they  not  all  Ministering  Spirits? 
 
 WHICH  of  the  monarchs  of  the  earth 
 Can  boast  a  guard  like  ours, — 
 Encircled  from  our  second  birth 
 With  all  the  heavenly  powers  ? 
 
 2  Myriads  of  bright,  cherubic  bands, 
 Sent  by  the  King  of  kings, 
 
 Rejoice  to  bear  us  in  their  hands, 
 And  shade  us  with  their  wings. 
 
 3  Angels,  where'er  we  go,  attend 
 Our  steps,  whate'er  betide ; 
 
 With  watchful  care  their  charge  defend, 
 And  evil  turn  aside. 
 
 4  Our  lives  those  holy  angels  keep 
 From  every  hostile  power ; 
 
 And,  unconcerned,  we  sweetly  sleep, 
 As  Adam  in  his  bower. 
 
 5  And  when  our  spirits  we  resign, 
 On  outstretched  wings  they  bear, 
 
 And  lodge  us  in  the  arms  divine, 
 
 And  leave  us  ever  there.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 9f\  S.  M.  Lisbon. 
 
 0.  The  Lord  our  Shepherd. 
 
 THE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
 I  shall  be  well  supplied ; 
 Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  his, 
 
 What  can  I  want  beside  ? 
 2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 
 
 Where  heavenly  pasture  grows ; 
 Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
 And  full  salvation  flows. 
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GOD   OUR   PRESERVES.  [94. 
 
 3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 
 
 He  doth  my  soul  reclaim ; 
 And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
 For  his  most  holy  name. 
 
 4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
 I  can  not  yield  to  fear ; 
 
 Tho'  I  should  walk  thro'  death's  dark  shade, 
 My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 
 
 5  Amid  surrounding  foes 
 
 Thou  dost  my  table  spread : 
 My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
 And  joy  exalts  my  head. 
 
 6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 
 Shall  crown  my  future  days : 
 
 Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
 
 Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise.  Watts. 
 
 91 
 
 3rd  P.  or  H.  M.  Lenox. 
 
 God  our  Preserver* 
 
 TO  God  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
 From  him  is  all  my  aid ; 
 The  God  that  built  the  skies, 
 
 And  earth  and  nature  made ; 
 God  is  the  tower  to  which  I  fly ; 
 His  grace  is  nigh  in  every  hour. 
 
 2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 
 And  fall  in  fatal  snares ; 
 
 Since  God.  my  guard  and  guide, 
 
 Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
 Those  wakeful  eyes  that  never  sleep, 
 Shall  Israel  keep  when  dangers  rise. 
 
 3  Xo  burning  heats  by  day, 
 Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
 
 Shall  take  my  health  away, 
 If  God  be  with  me  there  : 
 Thou  art  my  sun,  and  thou  my  shade, 
 To  guard  my  head,  by  night  or  noon. 
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95,   96.]  GOD    OUR   PRESERVER. 
 
 4  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word, 
 
 To  save  my  soul  from  death? 
 And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
 
 To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 
 1 11  go  and  come,  nor  fear  to  die. 
 Till  from  on  high  thou  call  me  home.  Watts. 
 
 r\  £  L.  M.  Hebro>\ 
 
 J/{J«    Consolatory  Reflections  on  Providence, 
 
 -orp  IS  wisdom,  mercy,  love  divine, 
 
 JL    Which  mingles  blessings  with  our  cares ; 
 And  shall  our  thankless  heart  repine 
 That  we  obtain  not  all  our  prayers  ? 
 
 2  From  want  of  faith  our  sorrows  flow, 
 Short-sighted  mortals,  weak  and  blind, 
 Bend  down  their  eyes  to  earth  and  woe, 
 And  doubt  if  Providence  be  kind. 
 
 3  Should  heaven  with  every  wish  comply, 
 Say.  would  the  grant  relieve  the  care  i 
 Perhaps  the  good  for  which  we  sigh 
 Might  change  its  name  and  prove  a  snare. 
 
 4  Were  once  our  vain  desires  subdued, 
 The  will  resigned,  the  heart  at  rest ; 
 In  every  scene  we  should  conclude 
 
 The  will  ol  heaven  is  right,  is  best.  Steele. 
 
 Q£  S.    M.  HOBART. 
 
 JO.  Be  ndeth  all  Thing*  well. 
 
 GIVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears ; 
 Hope,  and  be  undismayed ; 
 God  hears  thy  sighs  and  counts  thy  tears, 
 God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 
 
 2  Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 
 
 He  gently  clears  thy  way : 
 Wait  thou  his  time,  so  shall  this  night 
 
 Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 
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GOD   OUR  PRESERVER.  [97. 
 
 3  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? 
 
 Still  sink  thy  spirits  down? 
 Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 
 
 Bid  every  care  begone. 
 
 4  What  though  thou  rulest  not  ? 
 Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
 
 Proclaim,  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 
 And  ruleth  all  things  well. 
 
 5  Leave  to  his  sovereign  sway, 
 To  choose  and  to  command ; 
 
 So  shalt  thou,  wondering,  own  his  way, 
 How  wise,  how  strong  his  hand ! 
 
 6  Far,  for  above  thy  thought 
 His  counsel  shall  appear, 
 
 When  fully  he  the  work  hath  wrought, 
 
 That  caused  thy  needless  fear.  J.   Wesley. 
 
 qv  1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.  Eakem. 
 
 fj  i  o  Jesus  the  Refuge  of  Believers. 
 
 THOU  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose, 
 Thou  all-sufficient  Love  divine, 
 My  help  and  refuge  from  my-  foes, 
 
 Secure  I  am  if  thou  art  mine  : 
 And  lo!  from  sin,  and  grief,  and  shame, 
 I  hide  me,  Jesus,  in  thy  name. 
 
 2  Thy  mighty  name  salvation  is, 
 And  keeps  my  happy  soul  above : 
 
 Comfort  it  brings,  and  power,  and  peace, 
 
 And  joy.  and  everlasting  love : 
 To  me,  with  thy  great  name  are  given, 
 Pardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 
 
 3  Jesus,  my  all  in  all  thou  art,        , 
 My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain; 
 
 The  medicine  of  my  broken  heart : 
 
 In  war,  my  peace ;  in  loss,  my  gain ; 
 My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown ; 
 In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown. 
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98,  99.]  GOD   OUR  PRESERVER. 
 
 4  In  want,  my  plentiful  supply ; 
 
 In  weakness,  my  almighty  power; 
 In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty, 
 
 My  light,  in  Satan's  darkest  hour ; 
 In  grief,  my  joy  unspeakable ;  . 
 
 My  life  in  death,  my  all  in  all.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 9q  S.  M.  Hebron. 
 
 0»  Reliance  upon  the  Promises. 
 
 AWAY,  my  needless  fears, 
 And  doubts  no  longer  mine ; 
 A  ray  of  heavenly  light  appears, 
 A  messenger  divine. 
 
 2  Thrice  comfortable  hope, 
 That  calms  my  troubled  breast, 
 
 My  father's  hand  prepares  the  cup, 
 And  what  he  wills,  is  best. 
 
 3  If  what  I  wish  is  good, 
 And  suits  the  Will  Divine  ; 
 
 By  earth  and  hell  in  vain  withstood, 
 I  know  it  shall  be  mine. 
 
 4  Still  let  them  counsel  take, 
 To  frustrate  his  decree, 
 
 They  can  not  keep  a  blessing  back, 
 
 By  heaven  designed  for  me.  C  Wesley. 
 
 r\f\  1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.  Beed. 
 
 ijij*  The  Good  Shepherd. 
 
 THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
 And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care ;  ' 
 His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
 And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye ; 
 My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
 And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 
 2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
 Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
 To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads, 
 My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads, 
 Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
 Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 
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GOD    OUR   PRESERVER.  [100. 
 
 3  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
 Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
 Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile, 
 The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 
 With  sudden  green  and  herbage  crowned, 
 And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 
 
 4  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
 With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
 
 My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
 
 For  thou,  0  Lord,  art  with  me  still : 
 
 Thy  friendly  erook  shall  give  me  aid, 
 
 And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade.   Addison. 
 
 -|  aa  13th  P.  &L     Confidence  or  Wes. 
 
 1UU.       The  Lord  will  provide.     Psalmist,  p.  71. 
 
 THOUGH  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright, 
 Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all  unite, 
 Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide, 
 The  promise  assures  us, — The  Lord  will  provide. 
 
 2  The  birds,  without  barn  or  storehouse,  are  fed ; 
 From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our  bread : 
 His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
 So  long  as  'tis  written, — The  Lord  will  provide. 
 
 3  When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
 And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith ; 
 
 He  can  not  take  from  us  (though  oft  he  has  tried) 
 The  heart-cheering  promise, — The  Lord  will  provide. 
 
 4  He  tells  us  we  're  weak, — our  hope  is  in  vain ; 
 The  good  that  we  seek  we  ne'er  shall  obtain ; 
 But  when  such  suggestions  our  graces  have  tried, 
 This  answers  all  questions, — The  Lord  will  provide. 
 
 5  Xo  strength  of  our  own,  nor  goodness  we  claim : 
 Our  trust  is  all  thrown  on  Jesus's  name : 
 
 In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we  hide ; 
 The  Lord  is  our  power, — The  Lord  will  provide. 
 
 6  When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
 The  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us  through : 
 Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our  side, 
 We  hope  to  die  shouting, — The  Lord  will  provide. 
 
 Newton, 
 
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101,  102.]  GOD   OUR   SOVEREIGN. 
 
 L.  M.  Azzah. 
 
 Christ  ian  Co  nfidence. 
 FjHHE  graceful  lilies  of  the  field 
 X   Do  neither  spin,  nor  reap,  nor  sow, 
 Yet  royal  splendors  can  not  yield 
 
 The  beauties  those  small  flowers  show. 
 
 2  The  birds  that  daily  wing  the  air, 
 
 The  lark  which  mounts  the  morning*  sky ; 
 The  beasts  reposing  in  their  lair, 
 To  each  he  gives  a  full  supply. 
 
 3  And  thou,  my  soul,  of  little  faith, 
 
 Thy  hairs  are  numbered,  though  so  small, 
 And  God  unto  his  angels  saith, 
 
 "  Attend  him,  lest  he  chance  to  fall.'* 
 
 4  Could  I  all  human  souls  combine, 
 Those  souls  I  would  present  my  Lord ; 
 
 And  angels  at  the  sight  should  join 
 
 Their  minstrel  choir  with  sweet  accord. 
 
 5  My  heart  abounds  with  grateful  songs, 
 And  overflows  with  streams  of  love ; 
 
 To  God  alone  all  praise  belongs, 
 By  all  below  and  all  above. 
 
 6  Glory  to  God !  all  souls  shall  cheer  : 
 From  shore  to  shore,  from  pole  to  pole. 
 
 From  orb  to  orb,  from  sphere  to  sphere, 
 
 Glory  shall  unobstructed  roll.  Rusling. 
 
 God  our  Sovereign. 
 
 2. 
 
 L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 
 
 Praise  the  Universal  King. 
 
 BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
 Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy : 
 Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone; 
 He  can  create — and  he  destroy. 
 2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
 Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men : 
 And  when  like  wandering  sheep  we  strayed, 
 He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
 70 
 
GOD   OUR   SOVEREIGN.  [103,  104. 
 
 3  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
 High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise ; 
 
 And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
 Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 
 
 4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command ; 
 Vast  as  eternity  thy  love ; 
 
 Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand, 
 
 When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move.  Watts, 
 
 JLvfJ.  Jehovah  Reign*. 
 
 JEHOVAH  reigns — his  throne  is  high, 
 His  robes  are  light  and  majesty ; 
 
 His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
 No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 
 
 2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe ; 
 His  justice  guards  his  holy  law ; 
 His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face, 
 
 His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 
 
 3  Through  all  his  works  his  wisdom  shines, 
 
 And  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs  : 
 His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulfill 
 The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 
 
 4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  descend 
 To  be  my  father  and  my  friend  ? 
 Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join ; 
 
 Heaven  is  secure,  if  God  be  mine.  Watte. 
 
 in  |  B.  M.  Cp.axbeook. 
 
 Xv/tt.  God's  Universal  Dominion. 
 
 THE  Lord,  the  sovereign  King, 
 Hath  fixed  his  throne  on  high ; 
 O'er  all  the  heavenly  world  he  rules, 
 And  all  beneath  the  sky. 
 
 2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 
 
 And  swift  to  do  his  will, 
 Bless  ye  the  Lord,  whose  voice  ye  hear, 
 
 Whose  pleasure  ye  fulfill. 
 
 71 
 
105,  106.]  GOD    OUR   SOVEREIGN. 
 
 3  Let  the  bright  hosts  who  wait 
 The  orders  of  their  King, 
 
 And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
 Join  in  the  praise  they  sing. 
 
 4  While  all  his  wondrous  works, 
 Through  his  vast  kingdom,  show 
 
 Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  soul, 
 
 Shalt  sing  his  graces  too.  Watts, 
 
 L.  M.  Eothwell. 
 
 The  King  of  Kings. 
 
 KINGDOMS  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
 Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song ; 
 His  wondrous  names  and  powers  rehearse ; 
 His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 
 
 2  He  shakes  the  heavens  with  loud  alarms ; 
 How  terrible  is  God  in  arms ! 
 
 In  Israel  are  his  mercies  known ; 
 Israel  is  his  peculiar  throne. 
 
 3  He  breaks  the  captives'  heavy  chain, 
 And  prisoners  see  the  light  again ; 
 But  rebels,  who  dispute  his  will, 
 Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darkness  still. 
 
 4  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  blessed ; 
 He's  your  defense,  your  joy,  your  rest; 
 When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 
 
 God  is  the  strength  of  every  saint.  * 
 
 3rd  P.  or  H.  M.      Carmarthen, 
 Rejoice  in  the  Lord, 
 
 REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King, 
 Your  God  and  King  adore ; 
 Mortals,  give  thanks,  and  sing, 
 
 And  triumph  evermore : 
 Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
 Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 
 72 
 
GOD    OUR  SOVEREIGN.  [107. 
 
 2  Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns, 
 The  God  of  truth  and. love; 
 
 When  he  had  purged  our  stains. 
 
 He  took  his  seat  above.     Lift  up,  &c. 
 
 3  His  kingdom  can  not  fail, 
 
 He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven ; 
 The  keys  of  death  and  hell 
 
 Are  to  our  Jesus  given.     Lift  up,  &c. 
 
 4  He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 
 Shall  all  our  sins  destroy, 
 
 And  every  bosom  swell 
 
 With  pure  seraphic  joy.     Lift  up,  &c. 
 
 5  Eejoice  in  glorious  hope ; 
 Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come 
 
 And  take  his  servants  up 
 To  their  eternal  home. 
 We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
 The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  Rejoice !         Rxiopoiu 
 
 -j  /\ry  14th  P.  M.  10s,  lis.     Walworth. 
 
 JLU  I  •  The  Lord  Reigneth. 
 
 THE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high, 
 His  robes  of  state  are  strength  and  majesty ; 
 This  wide  creation  rose  at  his  command, 
 Built  by  his  word,  and  'stablished  by  his  hand : 
 Long  stood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
 And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 
 
 2  God  is  th'  eternal  King :  thy  foes  in  vain 
 Raise  their  rebellion,  to  confound  thy  reign: 
 In  vain  the  storms,  in  vain  the  floods  arise, 
 And  roar,  and  toss  their  waves  against  the  skies ; 
 Foaming  at  heaven,  they  rage  with  wild  commotion ; 
 But  heaven's  high  arches  scorn  the  swelling  ocean. 
 
 3  Ye  tempests,  rage  no  more ;  ye  floods,  be  still ; 
 And  the  mad  world,  obedient  to  his  will : 
 
 Built  on  his  truth,  his  church  must  ever  stand : 
 Firm  are  his  promises,  and  strong  his  hand : 
 See  his  own  sons,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
 Bow  at  his  footstool,  and  with  fear  adore  him.     Watts. 
 D  73 
 
108.]  GOD   OUR   SOVEREIGN. 
 
 i  AQ  P.  M.  D  Alston. 
 
 lUO.  The  Majesty  of  God. 
 
 THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
 And  royal  state  maintains; 
 His  head  with  awful  glories  crowned ; 
 Arrayed  in  robes  of  light, 
 Begirt  with  sovereign  might, 
 And  rays  of  majesty  around. 
 
 2  Upheld  by  thy  commands, 
 The  world  securely  stands, 
 
 And  skies  and  stars  obey  thy  word : 
 
 Thy  throne  was  fixed  on  high, 
 
 Before  the  starry  sky : 
 Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 
 
 3  In  vain  the  noisy  crowd, 
 Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 
 
 Against  thine  empire  rage  and  roar ; 
 
 In  vain  with  angry  spite 
 
 The  surly  nations  fight, 
 And  dash  like  waves  against  the  shore. 
 
 4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
 And  all  their  powers  engage ; 
 
 Let  swelling  tides  assault  the  sky : 
 
 The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
 
 Shall  beat  their  madness  down ; 
 Thy  throne  forever  stands  on  high. 
 
 5  Thy  promises  are  true, 
 Thy  grace  is  ever  new ; 
 
 There  fixed,  thy  church  shall  ne'er  remove : 
 
 Thy  saints,  with  holy  fear, 
 
 Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
 And  sing  thine  everlastiug  love.  Watts. 
 
 74 
 
[109,  110. 
 THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 
 
 -j  /\r\  C.  M.  Balerma. 
 
 JLUeJ.  Preciousness  of  the  Inspired  Word. 
 
 HOW  precious  is  the  Book  Divine, 
 By  inspiration  given ! 
 Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
 To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 
 
 2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts 
 In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
 
 Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 
 And  quells  our  rising  fears. 
 
 3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 
 Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
 
 Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
 
 Of  an  eternal  day.  Rippon. 
 
 -|  -j  r\  P.  M-        Charles  Street. 
 
 JLJLlJ.  Love  for   God's  Word. 
 
 I  LOVE  the  volumes  of  thy  word ; 
 What  light  and  joy  these  leaves  afford 
 To  souls  benighted  and  distrest ! 
 Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
 Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 
 Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 
 
 2  From  the  discoveries  of  thy  law, 
 The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw ; 
 
 These  are  my  study  and  delight ; 
 Kot  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
 Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  passed, 
 
 Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 
 
 3  Thy  threat'niugs  wake  my  slumbering  eyes, 
 And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies ; 
 
 But  'tis  thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord, 
 That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
 Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 
 
 And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward ! 
 75 
 
Ill,  112.]         THE    HOLY   SCRIPTURES. 
 
 4  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
 Sly  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults, 
 
 And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain ; 
 Accept  my  poor  attempts  at  praise, 
 That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 
 
 And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain.  Watts. 
 
 in. 
 
 L.    M.  ,  WlNSHELSEA. 
 
 Inspiration  of  Serxi^ture. 
 
 1JT\  WAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 
 
 JL   The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word ; 
 His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire, 
 And  warmed  their  hearts  with  heavenly  fire. 
 
 2  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wrought, 
 Confirmed  the  messages  they  brought ! 
 
 The  prophet's  pen  succeeds  his  breath, 
 To  save  the  holy  words  from  death. 
 
 3  Great  God !  mine  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
 On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  Book ; 
 
 There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  see, 
 And  read  his  name  who  died  for  me. 
 
 4  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 
 Be  lost  and  vanish  in  the  wind ; 
 Here  I  can  fix  my  hopes  secure, 
 
 This  is  thy  word,  and  must  endure.  Watts. 
 
 112. 
 
 L.  M.  Ward,  or  in 
 
 Sweet  Singer,  p.  73. 
 
 The  sacred  Stream. 
 
 THERE  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 
 Supplies  the  city  of  our  God : 
 Life,  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  through, 
 And  watering  our  divine  abode. 
 
 2  That  sacred  stream,  God's  holy  word, 
 Supports  our  faith,  our  fears  controls : 
 
 Sweet  peace  its  promises  afford, 
 
 And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 
 76 
 
THE   HOLY   SCRIPTURES.         [113,  114. 
 
 ^  q  C.  M.  Peteeboro\ 
 
 JL  J_0.   The  Spirit's  enlightening  Influences. 
 
 COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire ; 
 Let  us  thine  influence  prove; — 
 Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire ; 
 Fountain  of  life  and  love. 
 
 2  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  moved  by  thee 
 The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke  : 
 
 Unlock  the  truth,  thyself  the  key  ; 
 Unseal  the  sacred  book. 
 
 3  Expand  thy  wings,  Celestial  Dove ; 
 Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night ; 
 
 On  our  disordered  spirits  move, 
 And  let  there  now  be  light. 
 
 4  God,  through  himself,  we  then  shall  know, 
 If  thou  within  us  shine  ; 
 
 And  sound,  with  all  thy  saints  below, 
 
 The  depths  of  love  divine.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 m5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s.      Lam  artixe. 
 #  The  precious  Bible. 
 
 HOLY  Bible!  book  divine!  I 
 
 Precious  treasure !  thou  art  mine ! 
 Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  I  came ; 
 Mine,  to  teach  me  what  I  am. 
 
 2  Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I  rove  ; 
 Mine,  to  show  a  Saviours  love ; 
 Mine  art  thou  to  guide  my  feet, 
 Mine,  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 
 
 3  Mine,  to  comfort  in  distress, 
 If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless ; 
 Mine,  to  show  by  living  faith 
 Man  can  triumph  over  death. 
 
 4  Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
 And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom ; 
 O  thou  precious  book  divine! 
 
 Precious  treasure  !  thou  art  mine !  * 
 
 77 
 
115,  116.]         THE   HOLY   SCRIPTURES. 
 
 ~j  -t  m  C.  ML  Cambridge. 
 
 XxcJ.  Glories  of  His  Word. 
 
 FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
 What  endless  glory  shines ! 
 Forever  be  thy  name  adored 
 For  these  celestial  lines ! 
 
 2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 
 Exhaustless  riches  find ; 
 
 Riches,  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
 And  lasting  as  the  mind. 
 
 3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
 And  yields  a  sweet  repast ; 
 
 Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows, 
 Invite  the  longing  taste. 
 
 4  Here  springs  of  consolation  rise 
 To  cheer  the  fainting  mind ; 
 
 And  thirsty  souls  receive  supplies, 
 And  sweet  refreshment  find. 
 
 5  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 
 Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 
 
 And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
 Attend  the  blissful  sound. 
 
 6  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 
 Be  thou  forever  near ; 
 
 Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
 
 And  view  my  Saviour  there !  Steele. 
 
 n/a  9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.  Golden  Cexser, 
 
 0.  Blessed  Bible.  P-  42. 
 
 BLESSED  Bible!  how  I  love  it! 
 How  it  doth  my  bosom  cheer ! 
 "What  on  earth  like  this  to  covet? 
 
 Oh,  what  stores  of  wealth  are  here ! 
 Man  was  lost  and  doomed  to  sorrow, 
 
 Kot  one  ray  of  light  or  bliss 
 Could  he  from  earth's  treasures  borrow, 
 
 Till  his  way  was  cheered  bv  this. 
 Blessed  Bible,  blessed  Bible/ 
 How  thou  dost  my  spirit  cheer. 
 78 
 
THE   HOLY  SCRIPTURES.  [117. 
 
 2  Yes,  I'll  to  my  bosom  press  thee; 
 Precious  Word,  I'll  hide  thee  here, 
 
 Sure  my  very  heart  will  bless  thee, 
 
 For  thou  ever  say'st  "Good  cheer!" 
 Speak,  poor  heart,  and  tell  thy  ponderings, 
 
 Tell  how  far  thy  rovinga  led, 
 When  this  book  brought  bade  thy  wanderings, 
 
 Speaking  life  as. from  the  dead. 
 Blessed  Bible !  &c. 
 
 3  Yes,  sweet  Bible !  I  will  hide  thee 
 Dee}) — yes,  deeper  in  this  heart ; 
 
 Thou  through  all  my  life  wilt  guide  me, 
 
 And  in  death  we  will  not  part. 
 Part  in  death  ?  no,  never !  never ! 
 
 Through  death's  vale  I  '11  lean  on  thee ; 
 Then  in  worlds  above,  forever, 
 
 Sweeter  still  thy  truths  shall  be. 
 
 Blessed  Bible!  <fcc.  3Irs.  P.  Palmer. 
 
 n 
 
 v  L.  M.  Park  Street. 
 
 i  .  His  Glory  in  his  Works  and  Word. 
 
 THE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord ; 
 In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines ; 
 But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
 We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 
 
 2  The  rolling  sun.  the  changing  light, 
 And  nights  and  days,  thy  power  confess ; 
 
 But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ, 
 Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 
 
 3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 
 Bound  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand; 
 
 So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
 
 It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 
 
 4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 
 
 Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run ; 
 Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 
 
 That  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun.  Watts. 
 
 79 
 
118,  119.]         THE   HOLY   SCRIPTURES. 
 
 ~|  -|  Q  C.    M.  DURHAM. 
 
 J_JLO«     Thy  Word  a  Comfort  in  Distress. 
 
 LADEX  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
 I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord : 
 And  not  a  ray  of  hope  appears, 
 But  in  thy  written  word. 
 
 2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 
 Does  all  my  griefs  assuage ; 
 
 Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
 Almost  in  every  page. 
 
 3  This  is  the  field,  where  hidden  lies 
 The  pearl  of  price  unknown ; 
 
 That  merchant  is  divinely  wise, 
 Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 
 
 4  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife, 
 Where  wit  and  reason  fail ; 
 
 My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 
 Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 
 
 5  Oh  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God! 
 My  roving  feet  command  ; 
 
 Xor  I  forsake  the  happv  road, 
 
 That  leads  to  thy  right  hand.  Watt*. 
 
 iiA  C.  M.  Howard. 
 
 J_  JL  J'.  All-sufficiency  of  the  Bible. 
 
 THE  counsels  of  redeeming  grace 
 The  sacred  leaves  unfold, 
 And  here  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
 Our  raptured  eyes  behold. 
 
 2  Here  light  descending  from  above, 
 Directs  our  doubtful  feet ; 
 
 Here  promises  of  heavenly  love 
 Our  ardent  wishes  meet. 
 
 3  Our  num'rous  griefs  are  here  redrest, 
 And  all  our  wants  supplied : 
 
 Naught  we  can  ask  to  make  us  blest, 
 Is  in  tins  book  denied. 
 
 .        80 
 
THE   HOLY   SCRIPTURES.  [120,  121. 
 
 4  For  these  inestimable  gains, 
 
 That  so  enrich  the  mind, 
 Oh  may  we  search  with  eager  pains, 
 
 Assured  that  we  shall  find. 
 
 Stennett. 
 
 1-20. 
 
 C.  M. 
 
 Lanesbobo'. 
 
 Imploring  the  Spirit's  Light. 
 
 THE  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 
 And  brings  the  truth  to  sight; 
 Precepts  and  promises  afford 
 A  sanctifying  light. 
 
 2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 
 Majestic  like  the  sun; 
 
 It  gives  a  light  to  every  age, 
 It  gives — but  borrows  none. 
 
 3  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 
 The  gracious  light  and  heat : 
 
 His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
 They  rise,  but  never  set. 
 
 4  Lord,  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 
 For  such  a  bright  display, 
 
 As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine, 
 With  beams  of  heavenly  dav. 
 
 Cowper. 
 
 mC.  M.  Warwick 
 
 .  Perfection  of  the  Law  and  Testimony. 
 
 THY  law  is  perfect,  Lord  of  light ! 
 Thy  testimonies  sure ; 
 The  statutes  of  thy  realm  are  right, 
 And  thy  commandments  pure. 
 
 2  Let  these,  O  God,  my  soul  convert, 
 And  make  thy  servant  wise ; 
 
 Let  these  be  gladness  to  my  heart, 
 The  day-spring  to  mine  eyes. 
 
 3  By  these  may  I  be  warned  betimes ; 
 Who  knows  the  guile  within? 
 
 Lord,  save  me  from  presumptuous  crimes; 
 Cleanse  me  from  secret  sin. 
 D2  81 
 
122,  123.]         THE   HOLY   SCRIPTURES. 
 
 4  So  may  the  words  my  lips  express, — 
 The  thoughts  that  throng  my  mind, — 
 
 O  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
 
 "With  thee  acceptance  find.  Montgomery. 
 
 -j  £\^\  L.    M.  WlXSHELSEA. 
 
 JL/W/W«       The  Counsels  of  God  revealed. 
 
 GOD,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
 Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known ; 
 Where  love  in  all  its  glory  shines, 
 And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 
 
 2  Here  sinners  of  a  humble  frame 
 May  taste  his  grace  and  learn  his  name ; 
 May  read,  in  characters  of  blood, 
 
 The  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  of  God. 
 
 3  The  prisoner  here  may  break  his  chains, 
 The  weary  rest  from  all  his  pains, 
 
 The  captive  feel  his  bondage  cease, 
 The  mourner  find  the  way  of  peace. 
 
 4  Here  faith  reveals  to  mortal  eyes 
 A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies  ; 
 
 Here  shines  the  light  which  guides  our  way 
 From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 
 
 5  Oh  grant  us  grace,  Almighty  Lord ! 
 To  read  and  mark  thy  holy  word ; 
 Its  truth  with  meekness  to  receive, 
 
 And  by  its  holy  precepts  live.  Beddome. 
 
 1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.      Monmouth. 
 
 Delight  in  the   Word. 
 
 T^HEX  quiet  in  my  house  I  sit, 
 I T     Thy  book  be  my  companion  still ; 
 My  joy  thy  sayings  to  repeat, — 
 
 Talk  o'er  the  records  of  thy  will, 
 And  search  the  oracles  divine, 
 Till  every  heartfelt  word  be  mine. 
 ft2 
 
THE    HOLY    SCRIPTURE?.  [124, 
 
 2  Oh  may  the  gracious  words  divine, 
 
 Subject  of  all  my  converse  be; 
 So  will  the  Lord  his  follower  join. 
 
 And  walk  and  talk  himself  with  me : 
 So  shall  my  heart  his  presence  prove, 
 And  burn  with  everlasting  love. 
 
 3  Oft  as  I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
 Oh  may  the  reconciling  word 
 
 Sweetly  compose  my  weary  breast : 
 While  on  the  bosom  of  my  Lord 
 
 1  >:nk  in  blissful  dreams  away, 
 And  visions  of  eternal  day. 
 
 4  Rising  to  sing  my  Saviour's  praise, 
 Thee  may  I  publish  all  day  long ; 
 
 And  let  thy  precious  word  of  grace 
 
 Flow  from  my  heart,  and  rill  my  tongue  : 
 Fill  all  my  life  with  purest  love 
 And  join  me  to  the  church  above.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 mist  P.  M.  6  lines  *$.        Sounders. 
 .  The  Divine  Interpreter. 
 
 QPIEIT  of  Truth,  essential  God, 
 
 \ J  Who  didst  thine  ancient  saints  inspire, 
 
 Shed  in  their  hearts  thy  love  abroad, 
 
 And  touch  their  hallowed  lips  with  fire : 
 Our  God  from  all  eternity, 
 World  without  end  we  worship  thee. 
 
 2  Still  we  believe,  Almighty  Lord, 
 
 Whose  presence  fills  both  earth  and  heaven, 
 The  meaning  of  the  written  word 
 
 Is  by  thy  inspiration  given  ; 
 Thou  only  dost  thyself  explain 
 The  secret  mind  of  God  to  man. 
 
 3  Come,  then,  divine  Interpreter,— 
 The  Scriptures  to  our  hearts  apply ; 
 
 And,  taught  by  thee,  we  God  revere; 
 
 Him  in  three  persons  magnify : 
 And  still  the  triune  God  adore, 
 
 Who  was,  and  is,  for  evermore.  C.   We*7  *\ 
 
 83 
 
125,  126.]  THE   HOLY   SCRIPTURES. 
 
 -j  £\  w  S.  M.  Westminster. 
 
 J_/CfJ#  The  Word  of  God,  quick  and  powerful. 
 
 THY  word,  Almighty  Lord, 
 Where  'er  it  enters  in, 
 Is  sharper  than  a  two-edged  sword, 
 To  slay  the  man  of  sin. 
 
 2  Thy  word  is  power  and  life ; 
 It  bids  confusion  cease, 
 
 And  changes  envy,  hatred,  strife, 
 To  love,  and  joy,  and  peace. 
 
 3  Then  let  our  hearts  obey 
 The  gospel's  glorious  sound ; 
 
 And  all  its  fruits,  from  day  to  day, 
 
 Be  in  us  and  abound.  Montgomery. 
 
 -j  q  p  C.  M.  Laxesboro'. 
 
 jL/vO.        The  Superiority  of  the  Bible. 
 
 LET  all  the  heathen  writers  join, 
 To  form  one  perfect  book  : 
 Great  God !  if  once  compared  with  thine. 
 How  mean  their  writings  look ! 
 
 2  Not  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave 
 Could  show  one  sin  forgiven, 
 
 Nor  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave : 
 But  thine  conduct  to  heaven. 
 
 3  Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
 My  lasting  heritage ; 
 
 There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
 My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 
 
 4  I  '11  read  the  hist'ries  of  thy  love, 
 And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight, 
 
 While  through  thy  promises  I  rove 
 With  ever  fresh  delight. 
 
 5  'T  is  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 
 Where  springs  of  life  arise, 
 
 Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
 
 And  hidden  glory  lies.  Watts. 
 
 84 
 
THE    HOLY    SCRIPTURES.  [127,   128. 
 
 mC.  M.  St.  Ann's. 
 
 .         Light  upon  the  narrow  Path. 
 
 BRIGHT  was  the  guiding  star  that  led, 
 With  mild,  benignant  ray, 
 The  Gentiles  to  the  lowly  shed 
 Where  the  Redeemer  lay. 
 
 2  But  lo !  the  Scriptures'  clearer  light 
 Now  points  to  his  abode; 
 
 It  shines  through  sin  and  sorrow's  night, 
 To  guide  us  to  our  God. 
 
 3  Oh  let  us  tread  the  narrow  path, 
 While  light  and  grace  are  given ; 
 
 And  thus  escape  the  coming  wrath, 
 
 And  reign  with  him  in  heaven.  Lyte. 
 
 -j  £\r\  L.  M.  Eventide. 
 
 1  lo.  The  Power  of  the  Gospel 
 
 THIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
 Sent  to  the  nations  from  above ; 
 Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
 What  his  alinkrhtv  grace  can  do. 
 
 2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find, 
 To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind ; 
 
 This  sovereign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
 Restore  the  ruined  creature,  man. 
 
 8  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive ; 
 Sinners  obey  the  voice  and  live  ; 
 Dry  bones  are  raised  and  clothed  afresh, 
 And  hearts  of  stone  are  turned  to  flesh. 
 
 4  Where  Satan  reigned  in  shades  of  night, 
 The  gospel  strikes  a  heavenly  light ; 
 
 Its  wondrous  power  our  lust  controls, 
 And  calms  the  rage  of  angrv  souls. 
 
 5  Lions  and  beasts  of  savage  name 
 Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb ; 
 While  the  wide  world  esteem  it  strange, 
 
 Gaze  and  adniire,  and  hate  the  change.  Watte. 
 
 85 
 
129,  130.] 
 
 MAX— HIS  FALL  AXD  DEPRAVITY. 
 
 -t  £\r\  L.  M.  Duke  Steeet. 
 
 JLrCiJ  •  The  Vision  of  Dry  Bones, 
 
 LOOK  down,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
 See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie; 
 Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
 And  scatters  slaughtered  heaps  around. 
 
 2  And  can  these  mould'ring  corpses  live  ? 
 And  can  these  perished  bones  revive? 
 That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known ; 
 That  wondrous  work  is  all  thine  own. 
 
 3  Hopeless  of  life  and  very  dry, 
 Disordered  and  confused  they  lie ; 
 Are  not  our  passions,  reason,  will, 
 So  dead  in  sin,  more  hopeless  still  ? 
 
 4  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain, 
 To  prophesy  upon  the  slain ; 
 
 In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
 Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 
 
 5  But  if  thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe, 
 
 Life  spreads  through  all  the  realms  of  death, 
 
 Dry  bones  obey  thy  powerful  voice ; 
 
 They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice.         Doddridge. 
 
 1f\r\  L.  M.  Ope. 
 
 Ol/i  Man  by  Nature  vile, 
 
 LORD,  we  are  vile,  conceived  in  sin, 
 And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 
 Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
 Corrupts  his  race,  and  taints  us  all. 
 
 2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
 The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death ; 
 Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart, 
 But  we  're  defiled  in  every  part. 
 .       '86 
 
MAX — HIS   FALL    AND   DEPRAVITY.         [131. 
 
 3  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face; 
 My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace ; 
 
 No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean; 
 The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 
 
 4  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
 Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
 Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
 Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 
 
 5  Jesus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
 Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone ; 
 
 Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow ; 
 No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 
 
 6  Great  God,  create  my  fyeart  anew, 
 And  form  my  spirit  pure  and  true; 
 Oh  make  me  wise  betimes  to  see 
 
 My  danger  and  my  remedy.  Watts. 
 
 131. 
 
 C.  M.  Balerma. 
 
 Sin  a  venomous  Disease. 
 
 SYS,  like  a  venomous  disease, 
 Infects  our  vital  blood  ; 
 The  only  help  is  sovereign  grace, 
 And  the  physician,  God. 
 
 2  Our  beauty  and  our  strength  are  fled, 
 And  we  draw  near  to  death ; 
 
 But  Christ,  the  Lord,  recalls  the  dead, 
 With  his  almighty  breath. 
 
 3  Madness  by  nature  reigns  within, 
 The  passions  burn  and  rage, 
 
 Till  God's  own  Son,  with  skill  divine, 
 The  inward  fire  assuage. 
 
 4  We  lick  the  dust,  we  grasp  the  wind, 
 And  solid  good  despise ; 
 
 Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
 Till  Jesus  makes  us  wise. 
 87 
 
132,   133.]    MAX — HIS   FALL  AND    DEPRAVITY. 
 
 5  We  give  our  souls  the  wounds  they  feel, 
 We  drink  the  poisonous  gall, 
 
 And  rush  with  fury  down  to  hell ; 
 Save  grace  prevent  the  fall. 
 
 6  The  man,  possessed  among  the  tombs, 
 Cute  his  own  flesh  and  cries ; 
 
 He  foams  and  raves  till  Jesus  comes, 
 
 And  the  foul  spirit  flies.  Watts* 
 
 13 
 
 0 
 
 hJu  Tlie  Contagion  of  Sin 
 
 C.  M.  Duoteb. 
 
 TTTHEX  Adam  sinned  through  all  his  race 
 T  i     The  dire  contagion  spread ; — 
 Sickness,  and  death,  and  de%p  disgrace, 
 Sprang  from  our  fallen  head. 
 
 2  From  God  and  happiness  we  fly, 
 To  earth  and  sense  confined; 
 
 Lost  in  a  maze  of  misery, 
 Yet  to  our  misery  blind. 
 
 3  Corruption  flows  through  all  our  veins, 
 Our  moral  beauty's  gone: 
 
 The  gold  is  fled,  the  dross  remains: 
 O  sin,  what  hast  thou  done? 
 
 4  Jesus,  reveal  thy  pardoning  grace, 
 And  draw  our  souls  to  thee: 
 
 Thou  art  the  only  hiding  place 
 
 Where  ruined  souls  can  flee.  Beddome. 
 
 i  qq  C.  1£  Coventry. 
 
 JL 00.  The  Deceitfulness  of  Sin. 
 
 SIX  has  a  thousand  treacherous  arts 
 To  practice  on  the  mind  ; 
 With  flattering  looks  it  tempts  our  hearts, 
 
 But  leaves  a  sting  behind. 
 2  With  names  of  virtue  it  deceives 
 
 The  aged  and  the  young ; 
 And  while  the  heedless  wretch  believes, 
 It  makes  his  fetters  strong. 
 88 
 
MAX — HIS   FALL   AJSD  DEPRAVITY.   [134,  135. 
 
 3  It  pleads  for  all  the  joy  it  brings, 
 And  gives  a  fair  pretense  ; 
 
 But  cheats  the  soul  of  heavenly  things, 
 And  chains  it  down  to  sense. 
 
 4  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair 
 Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 
 
 Our  mother  took  the  poison  there, 
 
 And  tainted  all  her  blood.  Watts* 
 
 mL.  M.  Forest. 
 
 .  TJie  inbred  Leprosy. 
 
 JESUS,  a  word,  a  look  from  thee, 
 Can  turn  my  heart,  and  make  it  clean ; 
 Purge  out  the  inbred  leprosy, 
 
 And  save  me  from  my  bosom  sin. 
 
 2  Lord,  if  thou  wilt,  I  do  believe 
 Thou  canst  the  saving  grace  impart  ; 
 
 Thou  canst  this  instant  now  forgive, 
 And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 
 
 3  My  heart,  which  now  to  thee  I  raise, 
 
 I  know  thou  canst  this  moment  cleanse ; 
 The  deepest  stains  of  sin  efface, 
 And  drive  the  evil  spirit  hence. 
 
 4  Be  it  according  to  thy  word  ; 
 Accomplish  now  thy  work  in  me  ; 
 
 And  let  my  soul,  to  health  restored, 
 
 Devote  its  deathless  powers  to  thee.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 1q  ^  L.  M.  Quito. 
 
 Of/i  Balm  in  Gilead,  and  a  good  Physician. 
 
 DEEP  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made ; 
 AYhere  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure  ? 
 In  vain,  alas  !  is  nature's  aid  ; 
 The  work  exceeds  her  utmost  power. 
 
 2  But  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found, 
 And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh, 
 To  ease  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound, 
 Ere  life  and  hope  forever  fly  ? 
 89 
 
136,  137.]    MAN — HIS  FALL  AND  DEPRAVITY. 
 
 3  There  is  a  great  physician  near ; 
 Look  up,  O  fainting  soul,  and  live : 
 See,  in  his  heavenly  smiles  appear 
 Such  help  as  nature  can  not  give. 
 
 4  See,  in  the  Saviours  dying  blood, 
 Life,  health,  and  blies,  abundant  flow; 
 And  in  that  sacrificial  flood 
 
 A  balm  for  all  thy  grief  and  woe.  Steele. 
 
 IQ/1  C.  M.  Barby. 
 
 JLOO.  Without  God  in  the  World. 
 
 GOD  is  in  this  and  every  place ; 
 But  oh,  how  dark  and  void 
 To  me  ! — 'tis  one  great  wilderness, 
 This  earth  without  my  God. 
 
 2  Empty  of  him  who  all  things  fills, 
 Till  he  his  light  impart, — 
 
 Till  he  his  glorious  self  reveals, — 
 The  vail  is  on  my  heart. 
 
 3  O   thou  who  seest  and  kncw'st  my  grief, 
 Thyself  unseen,  unknovv'n, 
 
 Pity  my  helpless  unbelief, 
 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
 4  Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye ; 
 The  long-sought  blessing  give  ; 
 
 And  bid  me,  unto  sin  to  die, 
 
 Behold  thy  face  and  live.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 137. 
 
 C.  M.  St.  Olaves. 
 
 The  Leper. 
 
 JESUS,  if  still  thou  art  to-day, 
 As  yesterday,  the  same, — 
 Present  to  heal, — in  me  display 
 The  virtue  of  thy  name. 
 
 2  Now,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  call, 
 
 Thy  miracles  repeat ; 
 With  pitying  eyes  behold  me  fall 
 
 A  leper  at  thy  feet. 
 
 90 
 
MAN — HIS   FALL  AND   DEPRAVITY.    [138,  139. 
 
 3  Loathsome,  and  vile,  and  self- abhorred, 
 
 I  sink  beneath  my  sin  ; 
 But,  if  thou  wilt,  a  gracious  word 
 
 Of  thine  can  make  me  clean.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 -j  qq  C.  M.  Caswell. 
 
 JLOO.  Deliverance  from  the  Slavery  of  Sin. 
 
 HOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  ! 
 Our  sin,  how  deep  it  stains! 
 And  Satan  binds  our  captive  souls, 
 Fast  in  his  galling  chains. 
 
 2  But  there 's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace, 
 Sounds  from  the  sacred  word : 
 
 Ho !  ye  despairing  sinners  come, 
 And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 
 
 3  My  soul  obeys  the  gracious  call, 
 And  runs  to  this  relief; 
 
 1  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord ! 
 
 Oh  !  help  my  unbelief. 
 
 4  To  the  blest  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
 Incarnate  God,  I  fly ; 
 
 Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
 From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 
 
 5  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 
 Into  thy  arms  I  fall ; 
 
 Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
 
 My  Jesus,  and  my  ail.  Watts. 
 
 1QA  L.  M.  Lockwood. 
 
 1°JJ.  Christ,  the  good  Physician. 
 
 TESUS,  thy  far-extended  fame 
 My  drooping  soul  exults  to  hear ; 
 Thy  name,  thy  all-restoring  name, 
 Is  music  in  a  sinner's  ear. 
 
 2  Sinners  of  old  thou  didst  receive 
 With  comfortable  words,  and  kind ; 
 
 Their  sorrows  cheer,  their  wants  relieve, 
 Heal  the  diseased  and  cure  the  blind. 
 91 
 
140,]  TYPES   PREFIGURING 
 
 3  And  art  thou  not  the  Saviour  still, 
 In  every  place  and  age  the  same  ? 
 
 Hast  thou  forgot  thy  gracious  skill, 
 Or  lost  the  virtue  of  thy  name  ? 
 
 4  Faith  in  thy  changeless  name  I  have : 
 The  good,  the  kind  Physician,  thou 
 
 Art  able  now  our  souls  to  save, 
 
 Art  willing  to  restore  them  now.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 CHRIST— HIS  RELATIONS  AND  ATONEMENT. 
 
 Types  of  Christ. 
 
 ■*   a  r\  L.  M.  Reliance. 
 
 JLtr VJ  •    Christ  the  true  Offering  for  Sin. 
 
 0THOU,  whose  offering  on  the  tree 
 The  legal  offerings  ail  foreshowed, 
 Borrowed  their  whole  effect  from  thee, 
 And  drew  their  virtue  from  thy  blood ; 
 
 2  The  blood  of  goats,  and  bullocks  slain, 
 
 Could  never  for  one  sin  atone ; 
 To  purge  the  guilty  offerer's  stain, 
 
 Thine  was  the  work,  and  thine  alone. 
 
 8  Vain  in  themselves  their  duties  were  ; 
 
 Their  services  could  never  please, 
 Till  joined  with  thine,  and  made  to  share 
 
 The  merits  of  thy  righteousness. 
 
 4  Forward  they  cast  a  faithful  look 
 On  thy  approaching  sacrifice ; 
 
 And  thence  their  pleasing  savor  took, 
 And  rose  accepted  in  the  skies. 
 
 5  Those  feeble  types,  and  shadows  old, 
 Are  all  in  thee,  the  Truth,  fulfilled : 
 
 We  in  thy  sacrifice  behold 
 
 The  substance  of  those  rites  revealed.      C.  Wesley. 
 92 
 
CHRIST,   TIIE   MESSIAH.  [141,  142. 
 
 mS.  M.  Augusta. 
 
 ,  The  true  Paschal  Lamb. 
 
 THOU,  very  Paschal  Lamb, 
 Whose  blood  for  us  was  shed, 
 Through  whom  we  out  of  Egypt  came, 
 Thy  ransomed  people  led. 
 
 2  Angel  of  gospel  grace, 
 Fulfill  thy  character ; 
 
 To  guard  and  feed  the  chosen  race, 
 In  Israel's  camp  appear. 
 
 3  Throughout  the  desert  way, 
 Conduct  us  by  thy  light ; 
 
 Be  thou  a  cooling  cloud  by  day, 
 A  cheering  fire  by  night. 
 
 4  Our  fainting  souls  sustain 
 With  blessings  from  above  ; 
 
 And  ever  on  thy  people  rain 
 
 The  manna  of  thy  love.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 C.  M.  Burford. 
 
 As  Moses  lifted  up  a  Serpent,  &e. 
 
 TTTHEX  poison  spreading  through  their  veins, 
 y  1     Made  Israel  mourn  their  sin, 
 Eternal  mercy  eased  their  pains, 
 And  healed  the  grief  within. 
 
 2  A  brazen  serpent  high  was  raised, 
 Salvation  to  procure ; 
 
 The  wounded  looked,  the  living  praised, 
 The  dying  found  a  cure. 
 
 3  Sinners  who  feel  the  deadly  sting, 
 And  mourn  their  follies  past, 
 
 May  now  their  sins  and  sorrows  bring, 
 And  free  salvation  taste. 
 
 4  See  Jesus  crucified  and  slain, 
 Behold  him  raised  on  high, 
 
 One  look  will  save  from  endless  pain, — 
 
 Oh  look !  and  never  die !  Beddome 
 
 93 
 
143,  144.]  TYPES   PREFIGURING 
 
 1  i  9  s-  M- 
 IttfJ.                    Art  of  God, 
 
 LIKE  Noah's  weary  dove, 
 That  soared  the  earth  around, 
 But  not  a  resting-place  above, 
 The  cheerless  waters  found ; 
 
 2  Oh  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 
 On  restless  wing  to  roam ! 
 
 All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
 Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 
 
 3  Behold  the  Ark  of  God! 
 Behold  the  open  door ! 
 
 Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
 And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 
 
 4  There,  safe,  thou  shalt  abide, 
 There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
 
 And  every  longing  satisfied, 
 With  full  salvation  blest. 
 
 5  And  when  the  waves  of  ire 
 Again  the  earth  shall  fill, 
 
 The  Ark  shall  ride  the  sea  of  fire, 
 Then  rest  on  Zion's  hill. 
 
 Alabaster, 
 PI.  Coll.  200. 
 
 1  a   a  C.  M.  St.  Martins. 
 14:4:.       Doing  the  Will  of  his  Father. 
 
 IS  duties  and  in  sufferings  too, 
 Thy  path,  my  Lord,  I'd  trace; 
 As  thou  hast  done,  so  would  I  do, 
 
 Dej^ending  on  thy  grace. 
 
 2  Inflamed  with  zeal,  't  was  thy  delight 
 To  do  thy  Father's  will ; 
 
 Oh  !  may  that  zeal  my  soul  excite, 
 Thy  precepts  to  fulfill. 
 
 3  Meekness,  humility,  and  love 
 Through  all  thy  conduct  shine ; 
 
 Oh  !  may  my  whole  deportment  prove 
 
 A  copv,  Lord,  of  thine.  Beddome. 
 
 .      94 
 
145 
 
 CHRIST,    THE   MESSIAH.  [145,  146. 
 
 C.   M.  Tallis. 
 
 n        Christ  the  Fulfiller  of  the  Law. 
 
 THE  true  Messiah  now  appears, 
 The  types  are  all  withdrawn ; 
 So  fly  the  shadows  and  the  stars 
 Before  the  rising  dawn. 
 
 2  Xo  smoking  sweets,  nor  bleeding  lambs, 
 Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  slain ; 
 
 Incense  and  spice  of  costly  names, 
 Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 
 
 3  He  took  our  mortal  flesh  to  show 
 The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 
 
 For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 
 And  prays  for  us  above. 
 
 4  " Father,"  he  cries,  "forgive  their  sins, 
 For  I  myself  have  died ;  *■ 
 
 And  then  he  shows  his  open  veins, 
 
 And  pleads  his  wounded  side.  Watts. 
 
 P.  M.  4  lines  lis.  Lea. 
 
 Jacob's  Ladder. 
 
 AS  Jacob  was  wearied  by  travel  one  day, 
 At  night  on  a  stone  for  a  pillow  he  lay, 
 A  vision  appeared — a  ladder  so  high, 
 With  its  foot  on  the  earth  and  its  top  in  the  sky. 
 Chorus.     Hallelujah  to  Jesus  who  died  on  the  tree, 
 To  raise  up  this  ladder  of  mercy  for  me. 
 
 2  The  sight  was  so  pleasing,  the  angelic  throng 
 With  delight  to  ascend  and  descend  thereon, 
 And  God  rich  in  mercy,  who  stands  at  the  top, 
 T'  embrace  all  the  ransomed  who  safely  get  up. 
 
 3  This  ladder  is  long,  it  is  strong  and  well  made, 
 It  stood  thousands  of  years  and  is  not  yet  decayed ; 
 It  'a  so  free  of  access,  all  the  world  may  get  up, 
 And  angels  will  guard  them  from  bottom  to  top. 
 
 4  This  ladder  is  Jesus  the  glorious  God-man, 
 Whose  blood  richly  streaming  from  Calvary  ran, 
 On  his  perfect  atonement  to  heaven  we  rise, 
 And  sing  in  the  mansions  prepared  in  the  skies.  , 
 
 95 
 
 146. 
 
147.]  TYPES   PREFIGURING,   ETC. 
 
 5  Come,  let  us  ascend,  be  bold,  never  fear, 
 It  stood  every  tempest  and  always  will  bear, 
 
 For  millions  have  tried  it,  and  reached  Zion's  hill, 
 And  thousands  by  faith  are  yet  climbing  it  still. 
 
 6  Our  fathers  upon  it  have  mounted  to  God, 
 Have  finished  their  labors  and  reached  their  abode, 
 And  we're  climbing  after  and  soon  shall  be  there, 
 To  join  in  their  rapture,  their  happiness  share.    Anon, 
 
 -I    i  ry  C.  M.  Heber. 
 
 i4r  I  •    Prayer  j or  that  which  ivas  typified. 
 
 FATHER  of  me  and  all  mankind, 
 And  all  the  hosts  above, 
 Let  every  understanding  mind 
 Unite  to  praise  thy  love ! 
 
 2  To  know  thy  nature  and  thy  name, 
 One  God  in  persons  Three ; 
 
 And  glorify  the  great  I  AM, 
 Through  all  eternity. 
 
 3  Thy  kingdom  come,  with  power  and  grace, 
 To  every  heart  of  man : 
 
 Thy  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteousness 
 In  all  our  bosoms  reign. 
 
 4  Thy  righteousness  our  sins  keep  down, 
 Thy  peace  our  passions  bind  ; 
 
 And  let  us,  in  thy  joy  unknown, 
 The  first  dominion  find. 
 
 5  The  righteousness  that  never  ends, 
 But  makes  an  end  of  sin ; 
 
 The  joy  that  human  thought  transcends, 
 Into  our  souls  bring  in. 
 
 6  The  kingdom  of  established  peace, 
 Which  can  no  more  remove ; 
 
 The  perfect  power  of  godliness, 
 
 Th'  omnipotence  of  love.  C.  Wesley 
 
 96 
 
COMING   OF   CHRIST,   ETC.       [148,   149. 
 
 Advent  of  Christ. 
 
 i   jq  L.  If.  Luton. 
 
 14o.  Birth  of  Christ. 
 
 TO  us  a  child  is  born  from  heaven ; 
 To  us  the  Son  of  God  is  given ; 
 The  government  of  worlds  he  made, 
 Upon  his  shoulders  shall  be  laid. 
 
 2  His  name,  the  Wonderful  shall  be ; 
 His  wonders  heaven  and  earth  shall  see ; 
 The  Counselor  of  truth  and  graee, 
 Who  leads  in  paths  of  righteousness. 
 
 3  The  Mighty  God,  that  glorious  name, 
 His  works  and  word  join  to  proclaim ; 
 The  everlasting  Father,  He, 
 
 And  the  whole  church  his  family. 
 
 4  The  Prince  of  peace,  on  David's  throne, 
 And  nations  yet  unborn,  shall  own 
 
 His  sovereign  and  his  gracious  sway ; 
 Glad  of  the  honor  to  obey. 
 
 5  Justice  and  judgment  he'll  maintain; 
 To  everlasting  ages  reign ; 
 
 And  his  blest  empire  shall  increase, 
 
 Till  time  with  all  its  movements  cease.  Anon. 
 
 C.  If.  Asttioch. 
 
 Christ  comes  to  destroy  Sin* 
 
 JOY  to  the  world ;  the  Lord  is  come  !  * 
 Let  earth  receive  her  King : 
 Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
 And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 
 
 2  Joy  to  the  earth  ;  the  Saviour  reigns, 
 Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 
 
 While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains, 
 Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 
 
 3  Xo  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 
 Xor  thorns  infest  the  ground ; 
 
 He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
 Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 
 E  97 
 
150.]  COMING   OF   CHRIST — 
 
 4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
 
 And  makes  the  nations  prove 
 The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
 
 And  wonders  of  his  love.  Watts. 
 
 150. 
 
 C.  M.  Chemsford. 
 
 The  Advent  of  Christ. 
 
 MORTALS  awake,  with  angels  join, 
 And  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 
 Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine, 
 To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 
 
 2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 
 While  sweet  seraphic  fire 
 
 Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
 And  tuned  the  golden  lyre. 
 
 3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 
 And  loud  the  echo  rolled  ; 
 
 The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new ; 
 'T  was  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 
 
 4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 
 The  impetuous  torrent  ran  : 
 
 And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
 To  bear  the  news  to  man. 
 
 5  Wrapt  in  the  silence  of  the  night 
 Lay  all  the  eastern  world, 
 
 When  bursting  glorious,  heavenly  light 
 The  wondrous  scene  unfurled. 
 
 6  Hark !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 
 And  glory  leads  the  song ! 
 
 Good-will,  and  peace,  are  heard  throughout 
 Th'  harmonious,  heavenly  throng. 
 
 7  Hail  Prince  of  life,  forever  hail ! 
 Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend! 
 
 Tho'  earth,  and  time,  and  life  shall  fail, 
 
 Thy  praise  shall  never  end.  Medley. 
 
 98 
 
GIFT   OF   THE   SON.  [151,  152. 
 
 mS.    M.  BOYLSTON. 
 
 The  mighty  God. 
 
 I)EJOICE  in  Jesus'  birth  — 
 \i  To  us  a  Son  is  given ; 
 To  us  a  child  is  born  on  earth, 
 
 Who  made  both  earth  and  heaven. 
 
 2  He  reigns  above  the  sky, — 
 This  universe  sustains; — 
 
 The  God  supreme,  the  Lord  most  high, 
 The  king  Messiah  reigns. 
 
 3  The  mighty  God  is  he, 
 Author  of  heavenly  bliss ; 
 
 The  Father  of  eternity, 
 
 The  glorious  Prince  of  peace. 
 
 4  His  government  shall  grow, 
 From  strength  to  strength  proceed : 
 
 His  righteousness  the  church  o'erflow, 
 
 And  all  the  earth  o'erspread.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 -j  ^^\  L.  M.  Luton. 
 
 JL^//v.         Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 
 
 TO  us  a  child,  of  royal  birth, 
 End  of  the  promises,  is  given  ; 
 Th'  Invisible  appears  on  earth, — 
 
 The  Son  of  man,  the  God  of  heaven. 
 
 2  A  Saviour  born,  in  love  supreme, 
 He  comes,  our  fallen  souls  to  raise ; 
 
 He  comes,  his  people  to  redeem, 
 With  all  his  plenitude  of  grace. 
 
 3  The  Christ,  by  raptured  seers  foretold, 
 Filled  with  the  Holy  Spirit's  power, 
 
 prophet,  and  Priest,  and  King,  behold ; 
 And  Lord  of  all  the  world  adore. 
 
 4  The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  God  most  high, 
 Who  quits  his  throne,  on  earth  to  live, 
 
 With  joy  we  welcome  from  the  sky, 
 
 With  faith  into  our  hearts  receive.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 99 
 
153,  154.]  COMING   OF    CHRIST — 
 
 -|  m  q  5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s.  Estes 
 
 JLfjO.  Wonderful  Counselor. 
 
 BRIGHT  and  joyful  is  the  morn, 
 For  to  us  a  child  is  born ;. 
 From  the  highest  realms  of  heaven, 
 Unto  us  a  Son  is  given. 
 
 2  On  his  shoulder  he  shall  bear 
 Power  and  majesty,  and  wear, 
 On  his  vesture  and  his  thigh, 
 Names  most  awful,  names  most  high. 
 
 3  Wonderful  in  counsel  he, 
 Christ,  th'  incarnate  Deity ; 
 Sire  of  ages,  ne'er  to  cease ; 
 
 King  of  kings,  and  Prince  of  peace. 
 
 4  Come  and  worship  at  his  feet ; 
 Yield  to  him  the  homage  meet ; 
 From  the  manger  to  the  throne, 
 
 Homage  due  to  God  alone.  Montgomery. 
 
 C.  M.  Shiloh. 
 
 The  Prince  of  Peace. 
 
 TO  us  a  child  of  hope  is  born, 
 To  us  a  Son  is  given : 
 Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
 Him,  ail  the  hosts  of  heaven. 
 
 2  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  peace, 
 For  evermore  adored, — 
 
 The  Wonderful,  the  Counselor, 
 The  great  and  mighty  Lord. 
 
 3  His  power,  increasing,  still  shall  spread ; 
 His  reign  no  end  shall  know ; 
 
 Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above,  9 
 
 And  peace  abound  below. 
 
 4  To  us  a  child  of  hope  is  born ; 
 To  us  a  Son  is  given — 
 
 The  Wonderful,  the  Counselor, 
 
 The  mighty  Lord  of  heaven.  Montgomery. 
 
 100 
 
GIFT    OF   THE    SON.  [155,  156. 
 
 -*  m  /w  L.  ML  Effingham:. 
 
 JLOfJ.         Christ  equal  with  the  Father. 
 
 BRIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God! 
 Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  seat, 
 To  thee  we  lift  a  humble  thought, 
 And  worship  at  thine  awful  feet. 
 
 2  A  thousand  seraphs,  strong  and  bright, 
 Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity  ; 
 
 But  who  among  the  sons  of  light 
 Pretends  comparison  with  thee  ? 
 
 3  Yet  there  is  one  of  human  frame, 
 Jesus,  arrayed  in  flesh  and  blood, 
 
 Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
 A  full  equality  with  God. 
 
 4  Their  glory  shines  with  equal  beams ; 
 Their  essence  is  forever  one, 
 
 Though  they  are  known  by  different  names, 
 The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 
 
 5  Then  let  the  name  of  Christ  our  King, 
 AVith  equal  honors  be  adored ; 
 
 His  praise  let  every  angel  sing, 
 
 And  all  the  nations  own  their  Lord.  * 
 
 i  w/>  CM.  Christmas. 
 
 JLfJO.  Incarnation  of  Christ. 
 
 WHILE  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night, 
 All  seated  on  the  ground, 
 The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down-, 
 And  glory  shone  around. 
 
 2  "Fear  not,"  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 
 Had  seized  their  troubled  mind,) 
 
 "  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
 To  you  and  all  mankind. 
 
 3  "To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 
 Is  born  of  David's  line, 
 
 The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord ; 
 And  this  shall  be  the  sign : 
 101 
 
157.]  COMING    OF   CHRIST — 
 
 4  "The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find 
 To  human  view  displayed, 
 
 All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands, 
 And  in  a  manger  laid." 
 
 5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 
 Appeared  a  shining  throng 
 
 Of  angels  praising  God  on  high, 
 And  thus  addressed  their  song : 
 
 6  "All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
 And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
 
 Good  will  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men, 
 
 Begin  and  never  cease."  Tate  cfc  Brady. 
 
 -|  £rv  C   M.  Pamphylia. 
 
 _lfj  I  ,  Divinity  of  Christ. 
 
 THEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Word ! 
 The  Father's  equal  Son ; 
 By  heaven's  obedient  hosts  adored, 
 Ere  time  its  course  begun. 
 
 2  The  first  creation  has  displayed 
 Thine  energy  divine  ; 
 
 For  not  a  single  thing  was  made 
 By  other  hands  than  thine. 
 
 3  But  ransomed  sinners,  with  delight, 
 Sublimer  facts  survey, — 
 
 The  all-creating  Word  unites 
 Himself  to  dust  and  clay.    ■ 
 
 4  Creation's  Author  now  assumes 
 A  creature's  humble  form : 
 
 A  man  of  grief  and  woe  becomes, 
 And  trod  on  like  a  worm. 
 
 5  The  Lord  of  glory  bears  the  shame 
 To  vile  transgressors  due; 
 
 Justice  the  prince  of  life  condemns 
 To  die  in  anguish  too. — 
 
 6  God  over  all,  forever  blest, 
 The  righteous  curse  endures ; 
 
 And  thus,  to  souls  with  sin  distrest, 
 Eternal  bliss  insures. 
 
 102 
 
GIFT    OF   THE    SON.  [158,   159. 
 
 7  What  wonders  in  thy  person  meet, 
 My  Saviour,  all  divine ! 
 
 1  fall  with  rapture  at  thy  feet. 
 
 And  would  be  wholly  thine.  Watts. 
 
 1w  q  5th  P.  Ml  7s.    Pleyel's  Hymn. 
 
 fJO»  Birth  of  the  Saviour. 
 
 HARK,  the  herald  angels  sing, 
 "Glory  to  the  new-born  King! 
 Peaee  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
 God  and  sinners  reconciled." 
 
 2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations  rise, 
 Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies  ; 
 With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim, 
 
 "Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 
 
 • 
 
 3  Vailed  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see, 
 Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity ; 
 
 Pleased  as  man  with  men  f  appear — 
 Jesus  our  Immanuel  here. 
 
 4  Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  peace ; 
 Hail  the  Sun  of  righteousness  ! 
 
 Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
 Risen  with  healing  in  his  wings. 
 
 5  Mild  he  laid  his  glory  by — 
 
 Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die ; 
 
 Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth ; 
 
 Born  to  give  them  second  birth.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 159. 
 
 L.  M.  Azzah. 
 
 Christmas. 
 
 AIL  happy  day !  when  Christ  the  Son 
 His  pilgrimage  on  earth  begun  ; 
 This  world  of  ours  made  his  abode, 
 The  dwelling-place  of  man  and  God. 
 
 2  How  happy  were  the  shepherd  swains 
 Who  heard  the  high  angelic  strains ! 
 And  greatly  wondering,  learned  from  them 
 That  Christ  was  born  in  Bethlehem. 
 103 
 
160.]  COMING   OF   CHRIST— 
 
 3  Happy  the  man  whose  heavenward  eye 
 Beheld  the  star  new-lit  on  high ; 
 
 And  hasted,  with  imweary  feet, 
 David's  immortal  Son  to  greet. 
 
 4  Oh !  happy  she,  the  virgin  fair, 
 Who  nursed  him  with  a  mother's  care ; 
 And,  pondering  o'er  the  mystery,  pressed 
 Her  Son — her  Saviour — to  her  breast. 
 
 5  But  happier  we— himself  has  shown — 
 Who  see  him  now  by  faith  alone : 
 More  blest  are  they  who  keep  his  word, 
 Than  she  who  bore  and  nursed  the  Lord. 
 
 6  Our  willing  honors  then  we  pay 
 To  him  whose  is  this  festal  day ; 
 Before  his  feet  rejoicing  fall, 
 
 And  crown  him  King  and  Lord  of  all.  *  Anon. 
 
 -i  r*r\  C.  M.    Happy  Voices,  p.  14. 
 
 JLOU»  Sis  Humiliation. 
 
 AND  did  the  Holy  and  the  Just, — 
 The  Sovereign  of  the  skies, — 
 Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust, 
 That  guilty  man  might  rise  ? 
 
 2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 
 His  radiant  throne  on  high — 
 
 Surprising  mercy !  love  unknown ! — 
 To  suffer,  bleed,  and  die. 
 
 3  To  dwell  with  misery  here  below, 
 The  Saviour  left  the  skies, 
 
 And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  woe, 
 That  worthless  man  might  rise. 
 
 4  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place, 
 And  suffered  in  his  stead ; 
 
 For  sinful  man — oh  wondrous  grace ! 
 For  sinful  man  he  bled. 
 
 5  O  Lord,  what  heavenly  wronders  dwell 
 In  thine  atoning  blood ! 
 
 By  this  are  sinners  saved  from  hell, 
 
 And  rebels  brought  to  God.  Steele. 
 
 104 
 
GIFT   OF   THE    SON.  [161,  162. 
 
 _-  ^_j  9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.    Sicilian  Hymn. 
 
 JLOJL.  Heavenly  Voices. 
 
 HARK! — what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
 Sweetly  Bounding  through  the  skies'' 
 Lo !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices  ; 
 Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 
 Hear  them  tell  the  wondrous  story, 
 
 Hear  them  chant,  in  hymns  of  joy, 
 "Glory  in  the  highest — glory! 
 Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! " 
 
 2  Peace  on  earth — good  will  from  heaven, 
 Reaching  far  a.s  man  is  found. 
 
 "Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven/' 
 
 Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 
 Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  ; 
 
 Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing! 
 Oh,  receive  from  God  appointed 
 
 For  your  Prophet,  Priest  and  Kong. 
 
 3  Haste,  ye  mortals,  to  adore  him ; 
 Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy  ; 
 
 Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, 
 
 Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! 
 Haste,  ye  mortals,  to  adore  him; 
 
 Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy ; 
 Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, 
 
 Glory  be  to  God  most  high  !  Cawood. 
 
 C.  M.  Victory. 
 
 The  Saviour  Comes. 
 
 HARK,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes, 
 The  Saviour  promised  long ; 
 Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
 And  every  voice  a  song. 
 
 2  On  him  the  Spirit  largely  poured, 
 
 Exerts  his  sacred  fire ; 
 Wisdom,  and  might,  and  zeal,  and  love, 
 
 His  holy  breast  inspire. 
 E2  105 
 
163.]  COMING    OF    CHRIST,  ETC. 
 
 3  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release, 
 In  Satan's  bondage  held  : 
 
 The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
 The  iron  fetters  yield. 
 
 4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 
 The  wounded  soul  to  cure, 
 
 And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
 
 T'  enrich  the  humble  poor.  Doddridge. 
 
 163. 
 
 7s&lls.     Gd.  Chain,  p.  144. 
 
 Tlie  Angels'  Song. 
 
 THERE 'S  a  song  the  angels  sing, 
 And  its  notes  with  rapture  ring, 
 At  His  throne  whose  radiance  fills  the  heavens  above, 
 Shepherds  heard  the  distant  strain, 
 Watching  on  Judea's  plain, 
 "  Glory  be  to  God,  to  men  be  peace  and  love." 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Through  the  earth  and  through  the  sky, 
 
 Let  the  anthem  ever  fly,  , 
 
 Glory  be  to  God  again, 
 
 Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men. 
 
 2  T  is  a  song  for  Christians  too  ; 
 To  the  Saviour  't  is  their  due  ; 
 
 Let  its  grateful  notes  ascend  to  him  again  ; 
 
 Join  with  angels  in  their  song, 
 
 And  the  heavenly  strain  prolong, 
 "Glory  be  to  God,  good  will  and  peace  to  men." 
 
 3  Soon  around  that  throne  may  we 
 With  those  happy  angels  be, 
 
 Striking  harps  to  strains  that  nevermore  shall  cease : 
 Mingling  love  with  loftiest  praise, 
 Still  the  chorus  there  we'll  raise, 
 "  Glory  be  to  God,  to  men  good  will  and  peace." 
 
 Anon, 
 106 
 
LIFE,    EXAMPLE,    ETC.  [164,  165. 
 
 -j  p  i        8  linos  8s.    Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  110. 
 JLO~r«    Rejoicing  at  the  Birth  of  Christ 
 
 OH  happy  the  day  he  was  born, 
 When  th'  angels  rejoiced  in  the  skies : 
 The  joy  of  that  festival  morn 
 By  far  every  other  outvies. 
 Oh,  bright  was  the  glory  that  shone 
 
 From  mercy's  broad  banner  unfurled, 
 When  Gabriel  came  down  from  the  throne 
 To  publish  the  news  to  our  world. 
 
 2  ' '  Lo !  tidings  of  gladness  I  bring 
 To  you  and  to  all  upon  earth ; 
 
 Rejoice  at  the  birth  of  your  King, 
 
 The  Son  of  the  Highest  hath  birth. 
 He  comes  of  the  prophets  foretold, 
 
 Whose  kingdom  shall  ever  increase ; 
 The  Son  of  King  David  of  old, 
 
 The  Prince  and  the  Author  of  peace." 
 
 3  Thus  spake  the  archangel ;  and  throngs 
 Of  glorified  spirits  on  high 
 
 Exulted  in  rapturous  songs, 
 
 And  filled  with  sweet  music  the  sky. 
 All  glory  and  honor  be  given, 
 
 To  Father,  and  Spirit,  and  Son; 
 On  earth  is  the  kingdom  of  Heaven, 
 
 The  reign  of  Messiah  be^un.  W,  H. 
 
 Life,  Example  axd  Teachings  of  Christ. 
 
 -i  p  h  C.  M.  Howard. 
 
 J_UfJ«       Jesus  went  about  doing  Good. 
 
 BEHOLD,  where  in  a  mortal  form 
 Appears  each  grace  divine ! 
 The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
 
 With  mildest  radiance  shine. 
 2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 
 
 To  give  the  mourner  joy; 
 To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
 Was  his  divine  employ. 
 
 ^107 
 
166.]  LIFE,    EXAMPLE    AND 
 
 3  Lowly  in  heart,  to  all  his  friends 
 A  friend  and  servant  found, 
 
 He  washed  their  feet,  he  wiped  their  tears, 
 And  healed  each  bleeding  wound. 
 
 4  'Midst  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 
 Patient  and  meek  he  stood, 
 
 His  foes  ungrateful,  sought  his  life ; 
 He  labored  for  their  good. 
 
 5  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 
 Before  his  Fathers  throne, 
 
 With  soul  resigned  he  bowed  and  said, 
 "  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !  " 
 
 6  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide ! 
 His  image  may  we  bear ; 
 
 Oh  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, 
 His  joy  and  glory  share  ! 
 
 166. 
 
 L.  M.  Prague. 
 
 Christ  our  Pattern. 
 
 MY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord ! 
 I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word : 
 But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
 Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 
 
 2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
 Such  def 'rence  to  thy  Fathers  will, 
 Thy  love  and  meekness  so  divine, 
 I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 
 
 8  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air, 
 AVitnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer : 
 The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
 Thy  conflict  and  thy  victory  too ! 
 
 4  Be  thou  my  pattern ;  let  me  bear 
 More  of  thy  gracious  image  here, 
 Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
 Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 
 108 
 
TEACHINGS    OF    CHRIST.  [167,  168. 
 
 -j  s*r%d  L.  It  Duke  Street. 
 
 10  I.  Behold  the  Man. 
 
 BEHOLD  the  "Sinn  !  how  glorious  he ! 
 Before  his  foes  he  stands  una  wed, 
 And  without  wrong  or  blasphemy, 
 He  claims  equality  with  God. 
 
 2  Behold  the  Man !  by  all  condemned, 
 Assaulted  by  a  host  of  foes  ; 
 
 His  person  and  his  claims  contemned, 
 A  Man  of  sufferings  and  of  woes. 
 
 3  Behold  the  Man !  he  stands  alone. 
 His  foes  are  ready  to  devour ; 
 
 Not  one  of  all  his  friends  will  own 
 Their  Master  in  his  trying  hour. 
 
 4  Behold  the  Man !  though  scorned  below, 
 He  bears  the  greatest  name  above ; 
 
 The  angels  at  his  footstool  bow, 
 
 And  all  his  royal  claims  approve.  Watts. 
 
 -j  /iq  27th  P.  M.  lis.  Kedrqn. 
 
 JLUO.  Garden  of  Olivet. 
 
 THOU  sweet  gliding  Kedron,  by  thy  silver  stream, 
 Our  Saviour  oft  lingered  in  moonlight's  soft  beam ; 
 And  by  thy  bright  waters  till  midnight  would  stay, 
 And  lose  in  thy  murmurs  the  toils  of  the  day. 
 
 2  How  damp  were  the  vapors  that  fell  on  his  head ! 
 How  hard  was  his  pillow,  how  humble  his  bed ! 
 The  angels,  astonished,  grew  sad  at  the  sight, 
 And  followed  their  Master  with  solemn  delight. 
 
 3  0  garden  of  Olivet,  thou  dear  honored  spot, 
 The  fame  of  thy  wonder  shall  ne'er  be  forgot ; 
 The  theme  most  transporting  to  seraphs  above ; 
 The  triumph  of  sorrow,  the  triumph  of  love ! 
 
 4  Come,  saints,  and  adore  him ;  come,  bow  at  his  feet! 
 Oh,  give  him  the  glory ,  the  praise  that  is  meet ; 
 Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
 
 .  And  join  the  full  chorus,  that  gladdens  the  skies. 
 
 De  Fleury. 
 
 109 
 
169,   170.]  LIFE,   EXAMPLE   AXD 
 
 169. 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s. 
 /  want  to  he  like  Jesus. 
 
 I  WANT  to  be  like  Jesus, 
 So  lowly  and  so  meek; 
 For  no  one  marked  an  angry  word 
 That  ever  heard  him  speak. 
 
 2  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 
 So  frequently  in  prayer ; 
 
 Alone  upon  the  mountain-top 
 He  met  his  Father  there. 
 
 3  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus ;  . 
 I  never,  never  find 
 
 That  he,  though  persecuted,  was 
 To  any  one  unkind. 
 
 4  I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 
 
 Engaged  in  doing  good, 
 So  that  of  me  it  may  be  said, 
 
 "She  hath  done  what  she  could." 
 
 5  Alas !  I  'm  not  like  Jesus, 
 As  any  one  may  see  ; 
 
 O  gentle  Saviour !  send  thy  grace, 
 And  make  me  like  to  thee. 
 
 Watcher. 
 
 L.  M. 
 
 See,  how  He  loved. 
 
 170. 
 
 u  QEE,  how  he  loved !  "  exclaimed  the  Jews, 
 O  As  tender  tears  from  Jesus  fell ; 
 
 My  grateful  heart  the  thought  pursues, 
 And  on  the  theme  delights  to  dwell. 
 
 2  "See,  how  he  loved,"  who  traveled  on, 
 Teaching  the  doctrine  from  the  skies; 
 
 Who  bade  disease  and  pain  begone, 
 And  called  the  sleeping  dead  to  rise. 
 
 3  "  See,  how  he  loved,"  who  never  shrank 
 From  toil  or  danger,  pain  or  death ; 
 
 Who  all  the  cup  of  sorrow  drank, 
 And  meekly  yielded  up  his  breath. 
 110 
 
 Malvern. 
 
TEACHINGS    OF   CHRIST.  [171,  172. 
 
 4  Such  love  can  we  unmoved  survey  ? 
 
 Oh  may  our  breasts  with  ardor  glow, 
 To  tread  his  steps,  his  laws  obey, 
 
 And  thus  our  warm  affections  show.  JBache. 
 
 Iry-j  L.  M.  Trell. 
 
 I  JL  •  Looking  on  Jesus. 
 
 ANEj  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love? 
 So  let  our  conversation  be ; 
 The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 
 Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity.  y 
 
 2  Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 
 
 And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 
 On  Jesus  let  us  fix  our  eyes, 
 
 Bright  Pattern  of  the  Christian  life ! 
 
 3  Oh  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 
 How  mild !  how  ready  to  forgive ! 
 
 Be  his  the  temper  of  our  mind, 
 And  his  the  rule  by  which  we  live. 
 
 4  To  do  his  heavenly  Father  s  will, 
 Was  his  employment  and  delight; 
 
 Humility  and  holy  zeal 
 
 Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright. 
 
 5  Dispensing  good  where  *er  he  came, 
 The  labors  of  his  life  were  love  ; 
 
 If  then  we  love  our  Saviour's  name, 
 
 By  his  example  let  us  move.  Steele. 
 
 -i  \y{\  L.  ML  Duke  Street. 
 
 X  I  hJ  m  Oh,  who  is  like  Thee  ! 
 
 OH,  who  like  thee — so  calm,  so  brig'ht, 
 So  pure,  so  made  to  live  in  light  ? 
 Oh,  who  like  thee  did  ever  go 
 So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 
 
 2  Oh,  who  like  thee  so  humbly  bore 
 The  scorn,  the  scoffs  of  men,  before  ? 
 .  So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high, 
 So  glorious  in  humility  ? 
 
 Ill 
 
173,  174.]  SUFFERING   AND 
 
 3  The  bending  angels  stooped  to  see 
 The  lisping  infant  clasp  thy  knee, 
 And  smile,  as  in  a  father's  eye, 
 Upon  thy  mild  divinity. 
 
 4  And  death,  which  sets  the  prisoner  free, 
 Was  pang,  and  scoff,  and  scorn  to  thee ; 
 Yet  love  "through  all  thy  torture  glowed, 
 And  mercy  with  thy  life-blood  flowed. 
 
 5  Oh,  in  thy  light  be  mine  to  go, 
 Illuming  all  my  way  of  woe ; 
 And  give  me  ever  on  the  road 
 
 To  trace  thy  footsteps,  Son  of  God.  A.  C.  Coxe. 
 
 -,  ryo  16th  P.  M.  lis  &  12s.         Ebro,  or 
 
 1  §  O.  Shout  the  glad  Tidings.         Stevens. 
 
 ZIOX !  the  marvelous  story  be  telling, 
 The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  his  birth ! 
 The  brightest  of  heaven  in  glory  excelling, 
 He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns  upon  earth. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 
 Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 
 
 2  Tell  how  he  cometh  from  nation  to  nation, 
 The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo  round. 
 How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salvation, 
 How  his  people  with  joy  everlasting  are  crowned. 
 
 3  Mortals !  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing, 
 And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosannas  arise ; 
 
 Ye  angels !  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing, 
 
 One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth  and  the  skies.   * 
 
 Suffering  and  Death  of  Christ. 
 
 mC.  M.  Cupar. 
 
 #       Christ's  Agony  in  the  Garden. 
 DARK  was  the  night  and  cold  the  ground 
 On  which  the  Lord  was  laid, 
 His  sweat  like  drops  of  blood  ran  down, 
 In  agony  he  prayed. — 
 
 112 
 
DEATH    OF    CHRIST.  [175,  176. 
 
 2  "Father!  remove  this  bitter  cup, 
 If  such  thy  sacred  will ; 
 
 If  not,  content  to  drink  it  up, 
 Thy  pleasure  I  fulfill  I  " 
 
 3  Go  to  the  garden,  sinner!  see 
 Those  precious  drops  that  flow : 
 
 The  heavy  load  he  bore  for  thee — 
 For  thee  he  lies  so  low ! 
 
 4  Then  learn  of  him  the  cross  to  bear, 
 Thy  Father's  will  obey ; 
 
 And  when  temptations  press  thee  near, 
 
 Awake,  to  watch  and  pray.  Haiveis. 
 
 i 
 
 rv-.w  L.  M.  Alton. 
 
 1  0*  Christ  in  the  Garden. 
 
 5fTl  IS  midnight — and,  on  Olive's  brow, 
 
 _L    The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone ; 
 TT  is  midnight — in  the  garden  now 
 The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 
 
 2  'Tis  midnight — and,  from  all  removed, 
 Immanuel  wrestles  lone,  with  fears ; 
 
 E'en  the  disciple  that  he  loved, 
 
 Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 
 
 3  'Tis  midnight — and  for  others'  guilt 
 The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood ; 
 
 Yet  he,  who  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 
 Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 
 
 4  T  is  midnight — and  from  ether-plains, 
 Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know ; 
 
 Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
 That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 
 
 Wm.  B.  Tappan. 
 
 1ry/j  C.  M.    Golden  Censer,  87. 
 
 i  0.  The  loving  Lamb. 
 
 IX  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
 Unawed  by  shame  or  fear  ; 
 Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
 And  stopt  my  wild  career. 
 113 
 
177.  J  SUFFERING   AND 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 Oh  the  Lamb,  the  loving  Lamb, 
 
 The  Lamb  on  Calvary ; 
 The  Lamb  that  was  slain  and  liveth  again, 
 
 To  intercede  for  me., 
 
 2  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 
 In  agonies  and  blood, 
 
 Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
 As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 
 
 3  Sure  never  to  my  latest  breath, 
 Can  I  forget  that  look  : 
 
 It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
 Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 
 
 4  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 
 And  plunged  me  in  despair ; 
 
 1  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
 And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 
 
 5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
 ' '  I  freely  all  forgive ; 
 
 This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid : 
 I  die  that  thou  may'st  live.7' 
 
 6  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy, 
 My  spirit  now  is  filled ; 
 
 That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
 
 Yet  live  by  him  I  killed.  Newton, 
 
 moth  P.  M.  7s.  Halle. 
 
 #    Agonies  of  Christ  in  the  Garden. 
 ~A  I"  ANY  woes  had  Christ  endured, 
 111.  Many  sore  temptations  met, 
 Patient  and  to  pains  inured  ; 
 
 But  the  sorest  trial  yet 
 Was  to  be  sustained  in  thee, 
 Gloomy,  sad  Gethsemane. 
 
 2  Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night ; 
 Vengeance,  with  its  iron  rod, 
 
 Stood,  and  with  collected  might, 
 
 Bruised  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God : 
 See,  my  soul,  my  Saviour  see, 
 Prostrate  in  Gethsemane. 
 
 114 
 
DEATH    OF    CHRIST.  [178. 
 
 3  There  my  God  bore  all  my  gliilt ; 
 This,  through  grace,  can  be  believed ; 
 
 But  the  horrors  which  he  felt 
 
 Are  too  vast  to  be  conceived  : 
 None  can  penetrate  through  thee, 
 Doleful,  dark  Gethsemane. 
 
 4  Here's  my  claim,  and  here  alone; 
 None  a  Saviour  more  can  need ; 
 
 Deeds  of  righteousness  I've  none; 
 
 No,  not  one  good  work  to  plead : 
 Not  a  glimpse  of  hope  for  me, 
 Only  in  Gethsemane.  Hart. 
 
 ^  v.  .~  C.  M.    Suffering  Saviour. 
 
 JL  i  O.         TJie  Suffering  of  the  Saviour. 
 
 ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
 And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
 AVould  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
 For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 
 
 2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 
 He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
 
 Amazing  pity !  grace  unknown  ! 
 And  love  beyond  degree ! 
 
 3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
 And  shut  his  glories  in, 
 
 When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
 For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 
 
 4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 
 While  his  dear  cross  appears ; 
 
 Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
 And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 
 
 5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
 The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 
 
 Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
 
 Tis  all  that  I  can  do.  Watts. 
 
 115 
 
179, 180.] 
 
 SUFFERING   AXD 
 
 179. 
 
 P-  V*  Ge^xeseret  or 
 
 Gethsemane.  Wes.  Psalmist,  p.  80. 
 
 YI7HILE  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness  to  rest, 
 W    The  last  beam  of  daylight  shone   dim  in  the  west, 
 In  deep  meditation  I  wandered  my  feet 
 O'er  fields,  by  pale  moonlight,  in  lonely  retreat. 
 
 2  While  passing  a  garden  I  paused  to  hear, 
 
 A  voice  faint  and  plaintive,  from  one  that  was  there; 
 The  voice  of  the  sufferer  affected  my  heart, 
 While  pleading  in  anguish  the  poor  sinner's  part. 
 
 3  I  listened  a  moment,  then  turned  me  to  see 
 What  man  of  compassion  this  stranger  might  be! 
 I  saw  him,  low,  kneeling  upon  the  cold  ground, 
 The  loveliest  Being  that  ever  was  found. 
 
 4  So  deep  were  his  sorrows,  so  fervent  his  prayers. 
 That  over  his  bosom  rolled  sweat,  blood,  and  tears! 
 I  wept  to  behold  him  ! — I  asked  him  his  name, 
 
 He  answered  U'T is  Jesus!  from  heaven  I  came! 
 
 5  I  am  thy  Redeemer!  For  thee  I  must  die; 
 The  cup  is  most  bitter,  but  can  not  pass  by  ! 
 The  sins,  like  a  mountain,  are  laid  upon  me  ; 
 And  all  this  deep  anguish  I  suffer  for  thee." 
 
 6  How  sweet  was  that  moment  he  bade  me  rejoice  ! 
 His  smile,  oh  how  pleasant !  how  cheering  his  voice  ! 
 I  flew  from  the  garden  to  spread  it  abroad, 
 
 I  shouted  Salvation!  and  Glory  to  God! 
 
 180. 
 
 L.  M. 
 
 A  Saviour's  dying  Love. 
 
 "\T7HEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 
 ?  f     On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
 My  richest  gain,  I  count  but  loss, 
 And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 
 
 2  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. 
 
 3  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 ! 
 116 
 
 Olivet. 
 
DEATH   OF   CHRIST.  [181,  182. 
 
 4  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. 
 
 -j  Q-i  L.  M.  Windham. 
 
 JLOjl.         TJie  Friend  of  Sinners  dies. 
 
 HE  dies !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies ! 
 Lo !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around ; 
 A  solemn  darkness  vails  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. 
 
 2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
 The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man ! 
 
 But  lo !  what  sudden  joys  we  see : 
 
 Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again ! 
 The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ; 
 
 In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise : 
 Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
 
 And  shout  him  "  Welcome  to  the  skies !  n 
 
 3  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
 How  high  your  great  Deliverer  reigns : 
 
 Sing  how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
 
 And  led  the  monster  death  in  chains ! 
 Say,  '  \  Live  forever,  wondrous  King ! 
 
 Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save ! " 
 Then  ask  the  monster,  "  Where's  thy  sting? 
 
 And,  "  Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave?" 
 
 I  Qi)  8th  P.  M.  8,  7,  4.  Zion. 
 
 JLO/v#  The  Voice  of  Calvary. 
 
 HARK !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
 Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ! 
 See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 
 Shakes  the  earth  and  vails  the  sky! 
 
 "It  is  finished!* 
 Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry.     » 
 
 117 
 
183.]  SUFFERING   AND 
 
 2  It  is  finished ! — Oh  what  pleasure 
 Do  these  precious  words  afford ! 
 
 Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
 Flow  to  us  from  Christ,  the  Lord ; 
 
 It  is  finished ! 
 Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 
 
 3  Finished  all  the  types  and  shadows 
 Of  the  ceremonial  law ; 
 
 Finished  all  that  God  had  promised, 
 Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe : 
 
 It  is  finished ! — 
 Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  draw. 
 
 4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 
 Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme ; 
 
 All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
 Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name : 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb !  Francis. 
 
 183. 
 
 C.  M.  Arlington. 
 
 The  expiring  Saviour. 
 
 YONDER — amazing  sight!  I  see 
 Th'  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
 Expiring  on  th'  accursed  tree, 
 And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 
 
 2  Behold  a  purple  torrent  run 
 Down  from  his  hands  and  head : 
 
 The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun ! 
 His  groans  awake  the  dead. 
 
 3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darkened  sky 
 Proclaim  the  truth  aloud ; 
 
 And  with  th'  amazed  centurion  cry, 
 "  This  is  the  Son  of  God." 
 
 4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice 
 May  well  my  hopes  revive : 
 
 If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
 The  sinner  sure  may  live. 
 118 
 
DEATH   OF    CHRIST.  [184,  185. 
 
 5  Oh  that  these  cords  of  love  divine, 
 
 Might  draw  me,  Lord,  to  thee! 
 Thou  hast  my  heart,  it  shall  be  thine ; 
 
 Thine  it  shall  ever  be !  Anon. 
 
 1q  i  L.  M.  Olivet. 
 
 0"i.    Nature  convulsed  when  Jesus  died. 
 OTHOU  dear  suffering  Son  of  God, 
 How  doth  thy  heart  to  sinners  move, 
 Help  me  to  catch  thy  precious  blood ; 
 Help  me  to  taste  thy  dying  love ! 
 
 2  Who  can  conceive  thy  agonies, 
 When  no  one  thee  could  aid  afford : 
 
 I  fain  with  thee  would  sympathize, 
 And  share  the  sufferings  of  my  Lord. 
 
 3  The  earth  could  to  her  center  quake, 
 Convulsed,  while  her  Creator  died ; 
 
 Oh  let  my  inmost  nature  shake, 
 And  die  with  Jesus  crucified ! 
 
 4  At  thy  last  gasp  the  graves  displayed 
 Their  horrors  to  the  upper  skies ; 
 
 Oh  that  my  soul  might  burst  the  shade, 
 And,  quickened  by  thy  death,  arise ! 
 
 5  The  rocks  could  feel  thy  powerful  death, 
 And  tremble,  and  asunder  part : 
 
 Oh  rend,  with  thine  expiring  breath, 
 
 The  harder  marble  of  mv  heart!  Anon. 
 
 185. 
 
 P.  M.  Wes.  Ps.  64. 
 
 On  the  Passion. 
 
 SAW  ye  my  Saviour !  saw  ye  my  Saviour ! 
 Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God  ? 
 Ah !  he  died  on  Calvary, 
 To  atone  for  you  and  me, 
 
 And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 
 2  He  was  extended  !  he  was  extended ! 
 Shamefully  nailed  to  the  cross : 
 
 Oh !  he  bowed  his  head  and  died ! 
 
 Thus  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
 To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 
 119 
 
186.]  SUFFERING   A:ST> 
 
 3  Jesus  hung  bleeding !  Jesus  hung  bleeding ! 
 Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain : 
 
 Oli !  the  sun  refused  to  shine, 
 When  his  majesty  divine, 
 Was  derided,  insulted  and  slain. 
 
 4  Darkness  prevailed !  Darkness  prevailed  ! 
 Darkness  prevailed  o'er  the  land : 
 
 Oh !  the  solid  rocks  were  rent, 
 Through  creation's  vast  extent, 
 When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God-man. 
 
 5  When  it  was  finished,  when  it  was  finished, 
 And  the  atonement  was  made ; 
 
 He  was  taken  by  the  great, 
 And  embalmed  in  spices  sweet, 
 And  into  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 
 
 6  Hail,  mighty  Saviour !  Hail,  mighty  Saviour 
 Prince — and  the  author  of  peace  ! 
 
 Oh !  he  burst  the  bands  of  death, 
 And  triumphant  through  the  east, 
 He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 
 
 7  Now  interceding !  Now  interceding ! 
 Pleading  that  sinners  may  live ; 
 
 Crying,  Father,  I  have  died ! 
 Oh  behold  my  hands  and  side, 
 To  redeem  them: — I  pray  thee,  forgive. 
 
 8  I  will  forgive  them !  I  will  forgive  them ! 
 If  they  '11  repent  and  believe : 
 
 Let  them  now  return  to  me, 
 And  be  reconciled  to  thee, 
 And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive.  Anon. 
 
 186. 
 
 S.  M.  Stat?  Street. 
 
 Our  Ransom  paid. 
 
 OUR  sins  on  Christ  were  laid ; 
 He  bore  the  mighty  load ; 
 Our  ransom-price  he  fully  paid 
 In  groans,  and  tears,  and  blood. 
 120 
 
DEATH   OF    CHRIST.  [187. 
 
 2  To  save  a  world,  he  dies  : 
 Sinners,  behold  the  Lamb! 
 
 To  him  lift  up  your  longing  eyes ; 
 Seek  mercy  in  his  name. 
 
 3  Pardon  and  peace  abound  ; 
 He  will  your  sins  forgive ; 
 
 Salvation  in  his  name  is  found, — 
 He  bids  the  sinner  live. 
 
 4  Jesus,  we  look  to  thee; — 
 Where  else  can  sinners  go  ? 
 
 Thy  boundless  love  shall  set  us  free 
 
 From  wretchedness  and  woe.  Faiccett. 
 
 181 
 
 L.  M.  Alton. 
 
 The  dying  Saviour. 
 
 STRETCHED  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies ; 
 Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise  ! 
 See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
 Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide ! 
 
 2  But  life  attends  the  dreadful  sound, 
 And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound ; 
 The  vital  stream  how  free  it  flows, 
 
 To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes ! 
 
 3  And  didst  thou  bleed, — for  sinners  bleed ! 
 And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 
 
 No ;  he  withdrew  his  shining  ray, 
 And  darkness  vailed  the  mourning  day. 
 
 4  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  woe, 
 Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow, 
 And  yet  my  heart  unmoved  remain, 
 Insensible  to  love  or  pain  ? 
 
 5  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart, 
 To  warm  this  cold,  unfeeling  heart ; 
 Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move, 
 
 In  melting  grief,  and  ardent  love.  *  Steele. 
 
 ?    ^  *  121 
 
188,  189.]  BUFFERING  AtfD 
 
 1QQ  C.  ML  Fkeeland. 
 
 OOi        The  Love  of  a  dying  Saviour. 
 
 BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
 Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree ! 
 How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
 To  bleed  and  die  for  thee ! 
 
 2  Hark,  how  he  groans !  while  nature  shakes 
 And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend ! 
 
 The  temple's  vail  in  sunder  breaks, 
 The  solid  marbles  rend. 
 
 3  'Tis  done  !  the  precious  ransom's  paid ! 
 "  Receive  my  soul !  "  he  cries : 
 
 See  where  lie  bows  his  sacred  head ; 
 He  bows  his  head,  and  dies ! 
 
 4  But  soon  he  '11  break  death's  envious  chain, 
 And  in  full  glory  shine ; 
 
 O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
 
 "Was  ever  love  like  thine !  &.  Wesley,  9i\ 
 
 1qs\  C.  ML  Elwood. 
 
 UtJ  •        Effica  cy  of  th  e  a  ton  in  g  Blood. 
 
 THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
 Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins ; 
 And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
 Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 
 
 Chorus.     I  do  believe,  I  now  believe, 
 That  Jesus  died  for  me, 
 And  by  his  blood,  his  precious  blood, 
 I  am  from  sin  set  free. 
 
 2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
 That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
 
 And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
 Wash  all  my  sins  away. 
 
 3  Thou  dying  Lamb !  thy  precious  blood 
 Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
 
 Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
 Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 
 122 
 
DEATH   OF    CHRIST.  [100,  191. 
 
 4  E'er  since,  by  faith.  I  saw  the  stream 
 Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
 
 Redeeming  love  lias  been  my  theme, 
 And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 
 
 5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
 I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
 
 When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 
 
 Lies  silent  in  the  grave.  Coivper. 
 
 -|  aa  L.  M.  Refuge. 
 
 _L  JU .    The  Hidings  of  the  Father  s  Face, 
 
 FROM  Calvary  a  ciy  was  heard, — 
 A  bitter  and  heart-rending  cry ; 
 My  Saviour!  every  mournful  word 
 Bespeaks  thy  soul's  deep  agony. 
 
 2  A  horror  of  great  darkne.—  fell 
 On  thee,  thou  spotless,  holy  One ! 
 And  all  the  swarming  hosts  of  hell 
 Conspired  to  tempt  God's  only  Son. 
 
 3  The  scourge,  the  thorns,  the  deep  disgrace, 
 These  thou  couldst  bear,  nor  once  repine ; 
 But  when  Jehovah  vailed  his  face, 
 Unutterable  pangs  were  thine. 
 
 4  Let  the  dumb  world  its  silence  break ; 
 Let  pealing  anthems  rend  the  sky ; 
 Awake,  my  sluggish  soul,  awake ! 
 
 He  died,  that  we  might  never  die. 
 
 5  Lord !  on  thy  cross  I  fix  mine  eye ; 
 If  e'er  I  lose  its  strong  control, 
 
 Oh,  let  that  dying,  piercing  cry, 
 
 Melt  and  reclaim  my  wandering  soul.      Cunningham. 
 
 L.  M.  Lockwood. 
 
 The  Atonement  completed. 
 
 191. 
 
 'HP  IS  finished  !  the  Messiah  dies — 
 
 JL    Cut  oil'  for  sins,  but  not  his  own  : 
 
 Accomplished  is  the  sacrifice, — 
 The  great  redeeming  work  is  d<  >ue. 
 123 
 
192.]  SUFFERING   AXD 
 
 2  Tis  finished!  all  the  debt  is  paid; 
 Justice  divine  is  satisfied ; 
 
 The  grand  and  full  atonement  made, 
 Christ  for  a  guilty  world  hath  died. 
 
 3  The  vail  is  rent ;  in  him  alone 
 The  living  way  to  heaven  is  seen ; 
 The  middle  wall  is  broken  down, 
 And  all  mankind  may  enter  in. 
 
 4  The  types  and  figures  are  fulfilled ; 
 Exacted  is  the  legal  pain ; 
 
 The  precious  promises  are  sealed ; 
 The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  is  slain. 
 
 5  Death,  hell,  and  sin,  are  now  subdued ; 
 All  grace  is  now  to  sinners  given ; 
 
 And,  lo !  I  plead  th'  atoning  blood, 
 
 And  in  thy  right  I  claim  my  heaven.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 100        26th P.M.  7s & 6s.    Gol.  Shower, p. 28. 
 
 JL  X)  hJ •  To  the  8a v lour  crucified. 
 
 OS  ACRED  Head,  now  wounded. 
 With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down ; 
 Now  scornfully  surrounded 
 
 "With  thorns,  thy  only  crown ; 
 0  sacred  head,  what  glory, 
 
 What  bliss  till  now  was  thine  ! 
 Yet,  though  despised  and  gory, 
 I  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 
 
 2  0  noblest  brow  and  dearest, 
 
 In  other  days  the  world 
 All  feared  when  thou  appearedst, 
 
 What  shame  on  thee  is  hurled ! 
 How  art  thou  pale  with  anguish, 
 
 With  sore  abuse  and  scorn ; 
 How  does  that  visage  languish 
 
 Which  once  was  bright  as  morn ! 
 ^  124 
 
DEATH   OF   CHRIST. 
 
 [193. 
 
 3  What  language  shall  I  borrow 
 To  thank  thee,  dearest  Friend, 
 
 For  this  thy  dying  sorrow, 
 Thy  pity  without  end } 
 
 Oh  make  me  thine  forever; 
 
 And  should  I  fainting  be, 
 Lord,  let  me  never,  never 
 
 Outlive  my  love  to  thee. 
 
 4  Be  near  when  I  am  dying ; 
 Oh  show  thy  cross  to  me, 
 
 And  for  my  succor  flying, 
 Come,  Lord,  to  set  me  free. 
 
 These  eye^  new  faith  receiving, 
 From  Jesus  shall  not  move ; 
 
 For  he  who  dies  believing, 
 Dies  safelv,  through  thv  love 
 
 19 
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 Q 
 
 L.  M. 
 
 Prayer  to  the  crucified  Saviour, 
 
 THOU  that  hangedst  on  the  tree, 
 Our  curse  and  sufferings  to  remove, 
 Pity  the  souls  that  look  to  thee, 
 And  save  us  by  thy  dying  love. 
 
 2  We  have  no  outward  righteousness, 
 No  merits  or  good  works,  to  plead ; 
 
 We  only  can  be  saved  by  grace, 
 Thy  grace  will  here  be  free  indeed. 
 
 3  Save  us  by  grace,  through  faith  alone, 
 A  faith  thou  must  thyself  impart; 
 
 A  faith  that  would  by  works  be  shown, 
 A  faith  that  purifies  the  heart. 
 
 4  A  faith  that  doth  the  mountains  move, 
 A  faith  that  shows  our  sins  forgiven, 
 
 A  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 
 And  ascertains  our  claim  to  heaven. 
 
 5  This  is  the  faith  we  humbly  seek, 
 The  faith  in  thy  all-cleansing  blood ; 
 
 That  faith  which  doth  for  sinners  speak, 
 Oh  let  it  speak  us  up  to  Go  1 ! 
 125 
 
 J.  Wesley. 
 Retreat. 
 
 * 
 
SUFFERING   AND 
 
 L.  M. 
 
 WlNDHAM 
 
 Expiring  on  the  Cross. 
 
 # 
 
 194, 195.] 
 
 194. 
 
 EXTENDED  on  a  cursed  tree, 
 Covered  with  dust,  and  sweat,  and  blood, 
 See  there,  the  King  of  glory  see ! 
 Sinks  and  expires  the  Son  of  God. 
 
 2  Who,  who,  my  Saviour,  this  hath  done? 
 Who  could  thy  sacred  body  wound  ? 
 
 No  guilt  thy  spotless  heart  hath  known, — 
 Xo  guile  hath  in  thy  lips  been  found. 
 
 3  I,  I  alone  have  done  the  deed ; 
 'T  is  I  thy  sacred  flesh  have  torn ; 
 
 My  sins  have  caused  thee,  Lord,  to  bleed, — 
 Pointed  the  nail,  and  fixed  the  thorn. 
 
 4  For  nie  the  burden  to  sustain, 
 
 Too  great,  on  thee,  my  Lord,  was  laid : 
 To  heal  me,  thou  hast  borne  the  pain  ; 
 To  bless  me,  thou  a  curse  wast  made. 
 
 5  My  Saviour,  how  shall  I  proclaim, 
 How  pay,  the  mighty  debt  I  owe  ? 
 
 Let  all  I  have,  and  all  I  am, 
 
 Ceaseless,  to  all,  thy  glory  show\ 
 
 6  Still  let  thy  tears,  thy  groans,  thy  sighs, 
 O'erflow  my  eyes,  and  heave  my  breast, 
 
 Till,  loosed  from  flesh  and  earth,  I  rise, 
 
 And  ever  in  thy  bosom  rest.  J.  Wesley. 
 
 195. 
 
 1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.       Monmouth. 
 His  universal,  everlasting  Love. 
 
 Y^OULD  Jesus  have  the  sinner  die  ? 
 }  T     Why  hangs  he  then  on  yonder  tree  ? 
 What  means  that  strange  expiring  cry? 
 (Sinners,  he  prays  for  you  and  me ;) 
 Forgive  them,  Father,  oh  forgive ! 
 Thev  know  not  that  by  me  they  live. 
 126 
 
DEATH   OF   CHRIST.  [196. 
 
 2  Jesus,  descended  from  above, 
 Our  loss  of  Eden  to  retrieve, 
 
 Great  God  of  universal  love, 
 
 If  all  the  world  through  thee  may  live, 
 In  us  a  quickening-  spirit  be, 
 And  witness  thou  hast  died  for  me. 
 
 3  Thou  loving,  all-atoning  Lamb, — 
 Thee,  by  thy  painful  agony, 
 
 Thy  bloody  sweat,  thy  grief  and  shame, 
 
 Thy  cross  and  passion  on  the  tree, 
 Thy  precious  death  and  life — I  pray 
 Take  all,  take  all  my  sins  away. 
 
 4  Oh  let  thy  love  my  heart  constrain, — 
 Thy  love,  for  every  sinner  free, — 
 
 That  every  fallen  son  of  man 
 
 May  taste  the  grace  that  found  out  me; 
 That  all  mankind  with  me  may  prove 
 Thy  sovereign,  everlasting  love.  C.   We- ley. 
 
 196. 
 
 P.  M.     Musical  Leaves,  p.  49. 
 The  Lamb  that  was  slain. 
 
 TX  the  far  better  land  of  glory  and  light, 
 
 1  The  ransomed  are  singing  in  garments  of  white ; 
 The  harpers  are  harping,  and  all  the  bright  train 
 
 Sing  the  song  of  redemption, 
 
 "The  Lamb  that  was  slain."' 
 The  Lamb  that  was  slain,  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
 The  Lamb  that  was  slain.  Sing  the  song  of  redemption, 
 
 "  The  Lamb  that  was  slain." 
 
 2  Like  the  sound  of  the  sea  swells  their  chorus  of  praise 
 Round  the  star-circled  crown  of  the  Ancient  of  Days  ; 
 And  thrones  and  dominions  reecho  the  strain 
 
 Of  "  Glory  eternal  to  him  that  was  slain." 
 To  him  that  was  slain,  etc. 
 
 3  Dear  Saviour,  may  we  with  our  voices  so  faint. 
 Sing  the  chorus  celestial  with  angel  and  saint  ? 
 Yes!  yes!  we  will  join  them,  thine  ear  we  will  gain 
 
 With  the  song  of  redemption, 
 "The  Lamb  that  was  slain/"'  etc. 
 127 
 
197.]  BUFFERING   AXD 
 
 4  Xow,  parents  and  children  and  friends,  all  unite 
 In  a  loud  hallelujah  with  the  ransomed  in  -light ; 
 We'll  sing  to  our  Saviour  the  soul-stirring  strain, 
 
 The  song  of  redemption, 
 
 'k  The  Lamb  that  was  slain,"  etc.  O'Kane. 
 
 -j  q^/  26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.  Webb. 
 
 Jl?J  i  .  The  Blood  that  speaketh.    Heb.  xii:  24. 
 
 THE  sprinkled  blood  is  speaking 
 Before  the  Father's  throne, 
 The  Spirit's  power  is  seeking 
 
 To  make  its  virtues  known, 
 The  sprinkled  blood  is  telling 
 
 Jehovah's  love  to  man, 
 While  heavenly  harps  are  swelling 
 Sweet  notes  to  mercy's  plan. 
 
 2  The  sprinkled  blood  is  speaking 
 Forgiveness  full  and  free, 
 
 Its  wondrous  power  is  breaking 
 
 Each  bond  of  guilt  for  me. 
 The  sprinkled  blood's  revealing 
 
 A  Father's  smiling  face, 
 While  Jesus'  love  is  sealing 
 
 Each  monument  of  grace. 
 
 3  The  sprinkled  blood  is  pleading 
 Its  virtue  as  my  own, 
 
 And  there  my  soul  is  reading 
 
 Her  title  to  thy  throne. 
 The  sprinkled  blood  is  owning 
 
 The  weak  one's  feeblest  plea  ; 
 'Mid  sighs,  and  tears,  and  groaning, 
 
 It  pleads,  O  Lord,  with  thee. 
 
 4  The  sprinkled  blood  is  shedding 
 Its  fragrance  all  around ; 
 
 It  gilds  the  path  we  're  treading, 
 
 It  makes  our  joys  abound. 
 The  sprinkled  blood  is  forming 
 
 Those  mansions  bright  and  fair, 
 Where  saints  in  heaven  adoring, 
 
 Shall  serve  our  Jesus  there. 
 128 
 
DEATH   OF   CHRIST. 
 
 4  Oh  wondrous  power  that  seeketh 
 
 From  sin  to  set  me  free ! 
 All,  precious  blood  that  speaketh ! 
 
 Should  I  not  value  thee  ? 
 O  bleeding  One,  I  love  thee, 
 
 I  love  thy  atoning  stream  ; 
 Lord,  make  its  power  constrain  me, 
 
 Let  Christ  be  all  my  theme ! 
 
 [198. 
 
 British  Her. 
 
 198. 
 
 4th  P.  M.  8s  &  6. 
 
 The  Man  on  Calvary. 
 
 APwTHLOXE. 
 
 OTHOL^  who  hast  our  sorrows  borne, 
 Help  us  to  look  on  thee,  and  mourn, 
 On  thee,  whom  we  have  slain  : — 
 Have  pierced  a  thousand,  thousand  times, 
 And  by  reiterated  crimes 
 Renewed  thy  sacred  pain. 
 
 2  Oh  give  us  eyes  of  faith  to  see 
 The  Man  transfixed  on  Calvary, — 
 
 To  know  thee  who  thou  art ; 
 The  One  Eternal  God  and  True ! 
 And  let  the  sight  affect,  subdue, 
 
 And  break  my  stubborn  heart. 
 
 3  Lover  of  souls, — to  rescue  mine, 
 Reveal  the  charity  divine, 
 
 That  suffered  in  my  stead  : — 
 That  made  thy  soul  a  sacrifice, 
 And  quenched  in  death  those  flaming  eyes, 
 
 And  bowed  that  sacred  head. 
 
 4  The  vail  of  unbelief  remove ; 
 And  by  thy  manifested  love, 
 
 And  by  thy  sprinkled  blood, 
 Destroy  the  love  of  sin  in  me, 
 And  get  thyself  the  victory, 
 
 And  bring  me  back  to  God.      N  C.  Wesley. 
 
 F2°  129 
 
199,  200.]    resurrection  of  christ. 
 Resurrection  of  Christ. 
 
 1 0O  ^  ^*  ^*  ^s*       Ellenthorpe. 
 
 1-tJ  <J  •  The  triumphant  Saviour. 
 
 MORXIXG  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 
 Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom ; 
 Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies — 
 See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise  ! 
 
 2  Ye,  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
 Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade ; 
 Drive  your  anxious  cares  away ; 
 See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay ! 
 
 3  Christian  !  dry  your  flowing  tears, 
 Chase  your  unbelieving  fears ; 
 Look  on  his  deserted  grave ; 
 
 Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save.  Colly  er. 
 
 QAA  5th  P.  M.  7s.       Ellenthorpe. 
 
 /C\J\J,    Christ's  Resurrection  and  Ascension. 
 
 AXGELS,  roll  the  rock  away ! 
 Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey ! 
 See,  the  Saviour  quits  the  tomb, 
 Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 
 
 2  Shout,  ye  seraphs ;   Gabriel ,  raise 
 Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise ; 
 Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
 Echo  to  the  blissful  sound. 
 
 3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
 See  the  Conqu'ror  mount  the  skies ; 
 Troops  of  angels  on  the  road 
 Hail,  and  sing  th'  incarnate  God. 
 
 4  Heaven  unfolds  its  portals  wide, 
 Glorious  Hero,  through  them  ride  ; 
 King  of  glory,  mount  thy  throne, 
 Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 
 
 5  Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs, 
 Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres ; 
 Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs, 
 From  ten  thousand,  thousand  tongues. 
 
 130 
 
RESURRECTION   OF   CHRIST.  [201. 
 
 6  Every  note  to  rapture  swell : 
 Sing  the  powers  of  death  and  hell 
 
 gged  in  chain-  behind  his  wheels, 
 Each  the  wreck  eternal  feels. 
 
 7  Let  Immanuel  be  adored, 
 Ransom,  Mediator,  Lord; 
 To  en  ation's  utmost  bound 
 
 Let  th'  immortal  praise  resound.  * 
 
 201. 
 
 3rd  P..  or  H.  M.  LenoK. 
 
 The  risen  Saviour. 
 
 "I7ES,  the  Redeemer  rose  : 
 
 JL    The  Saviour  left  the  dead! 
 
 And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 
 
 High  raised  his  conquering  head. 
 
 In  wild  dismay  the  guards  around 
 Fall  on  the  ground  and  .-ink  away. 
 
 2  Lo !  the  angelic  bands 
 In  full  assembly  meet, 
 
 To  wait  his  high  commands. 
 
 And  worship  at  his  feet ! 
 Joyful  they  come,  and  wing  their  way, 
 From  realms  of  day.  to  Jesus'  tomb. 
 
 3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 
 The  joyful  news  to  bear: 
 
 Hark !   as  they  soar  on  high, 
 What  music  tills  the  air ! 
 Their  anthems  say.  "Jesus,  who  bled, 
 Hath  left  the  dead:  he  rose  to-day/' 
 
 4  Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound — 
 Kedeemed  by  him  from  hell, 
 
 And  send  the  echo  round 
 
 The  globe  on  which  you  dwell ; 
 Transported  cry.  ,k  Jesus  who  bled, 
 Hath  left  the  dead,  no  more  to  die.'1 
 131 
 
202,  203.]      RESURRECTION   OF  CHRIST. 
 
 5  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 
 
 Who  savest  us  with  thy  blood ! 
 Wide  be  thy  name  adored, 
 
 Thou  rising,  reigning  God ! 
 With  thee  we  rise,  with  thee  we  reign, 
 And  empires  gain  beyond  the  skies.  Doddridge. 
 
 C.  M.  Marlow. 
 
 Resurrection  of  Christ. 
 
 BLESS'D  morning,  whose  young  dawning  rays 
 Beheld  our  rising  God ; 
 That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
 And  leaye  his  last  abode. 
 
 2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb 
 The  great  Redeemer  lay, 
 
 Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
 The  third — th'  appointed  day. 
 
 3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 
 To  hold  our  Lord  in  vain ; 
 
 The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose, 
 And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 
 
 4  To  thy  great  name,  Almighty  Lord, 
 These  sacred  hours  we  pay ; 
 
 And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
 The  triumph  of  the  day. 
 
 5  Salvation  and  immortal  praise 
 To  our  victorious  King ! 
 
 Let  heaven  and  earth  and  rocks  and  seas 
 
 With  glad  hosannas  ring.  Watte. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.    Telleman's  Chant. 
 Resurrection  of  Christ. 
 
 "  riHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to  day !  " 
 
 \J  Sons  of  men  and  angels  say ; 
 Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  : 
 Sing,  ye  heayens,  thou  earth,  reply. 
 132 
 
RESURRECTION   OF   CHRIST.  [204. 
 
 2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done ; 
 Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won ; 
 Lo !  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er ; 
 
 Lo !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more ! 
 
 3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, — 
 Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
 Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise; 
 
 Christ  hath  opened  Paradise. 
 
 4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King ! 
 Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
 Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save ; 
 Where  \s  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ? 
 
 5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
 Following  our  exalted  Head ; 
 
 Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise, 
 Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 
 
 6  King  of  glory  !   Soul  of  bliss  ! 
 Everlasting  life  is  this — 
 
 Thee  to  know,  thy  power  to  prove, 
 
 Thus  to  sing,  and  thus  to  love.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 r\f\  a  S.  M.     Franklin  Square. 
 
 /Wdt.  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed:'  Luke  24,  34. 
 
 "mHE  Lord  is  risen  indeed." 
 
 _L    And  are  the  tidings  true  ? 
 Yes,  we  beheld  the  Saviour  bleed, 
 
 And  saw  him  living  too. 
 
 2  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed." 
 Then  Justice  asks  no  more ; 
 
 Mercy  and  Truth  are  now  agreed, 
 Who  stood  opposed  before. 
 
 3  "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed." 
 Then  is  his  work  performed  ; 
 
 The  captive  surely  now  is  freed, 
 And  death,  our  foe,  disarmed. 
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205.]  RESURRECTION   OF   CHRIST. 
 
 4  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed," 
 Attending  angels  hear ; 
 
 Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed, 
 The  joyful  tidings  bear. 
 
 5  Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 
 And  strike  each  cheerful  chord, 
 
 Join  all  the  bright  celestial  choirs, 
 
 To  sing  our  risen  Lord.  Kelley, 
 
 205. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.  Martyx. 
 
 Mary  at  the  Saviour's  Tomb. 
 
 MARY  to  her  Saviour's  tomb, 
 Hasted  at  the  early  dawn  : 
 Spice  she  brought,  and  sweet  perfume, 
 
 But  the  Lord  she  loved  was  gone. 
 For  awhile  she  weeping  stood, 
 
 Struck  with  sorrow  and  surprise, 
 Shedding  tears,  a  plenteous  flood, 
 For  her  heart  supplied  her  eyes. 
 
 2  Grief  and  sighing  quickly  fled 
 When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice : 
 
 Just  before,  she  thought  him  dead, 
 
 Now  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice : 
 What  a  change  his  word  can  make, 
 
 Turning  darkness  into  day! 
 Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake, 
 
 He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 
 
 3  He  who  came  to  comfort  her, 
 When  she  thought  her  all  was  lost, 
 
 Will  for  your  relief  appear, 
 
 Though  you  now  are  tempest-tossed : 
 On  his  word  your  burden  cast, 
 
 On  his  love  your  thoughts  employ : 
 Weeping  for  awhile  may  last, 
 
 But  the  morning  brings  the  joy.  Keivton. 
 
 134 
 
ascension  and  intercession,  ktc.    [206,  207. 
 Ascension  and  Intercession  of  Christ.      ' 
 
 206. 
 
 8th  P.  If.  8s,  7s  &  4s.     Hallelujah, 
 Jesus  crowned.         op*,  Wesley. 
 
 IOOK,  ye  saints !  the  sight  is  glorious ; 
 1  See  the  Man  of  Sorrows  now; 
 From  the  fight  returned  victorious, 
 Every  knee-to  him  shall  bow. 
 
 d  him,  crown  him ! 
 Crowns  become  the  Victor's  brow. 
 
 2  Crown  the  Saviour,  angels  crown  him ! 
 Rich  til'-  trophies  Jesus  brings, 
 
 In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  him, 
 
 While  the  heavenly  concert  rings, 
 Crown  him,  crown  him ! 
 
 Crown  the  Saviour  King  of  kings ! 
 
 3  Sinners  in  derison  crowned  him, 
 Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim ; 
 
 Saints  and  angels  crowd  around  him, 
 
 Own  his  title,  praise  his  name. 
 Crown  him,  crown  him  ! 
 
 Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame ! 
 
 4  Hark !  those  bursts  of  acclamation ; 
 Hark !  those  loud,  triumphant  chord? ; 
 
 Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  ; 
 Oh  what  joy  the  sight  affords ! 
 
 Crown  him,  crown  him, 
 
 King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords !  Kelley. 
 
 C)C\y  35th  R  M-  te*  '*-  Walker, 
 
 <OU  •  •  Jesus  reigns,     or  Harvard  St. 
 
 HARK !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
 Sound  the  notes  of  praise  above  ; 
 Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices ; 
 
 Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love. 
 See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne ; 
 Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 
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208.]  ASCENSION   AND 
 
 2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  glory  brightens, 
 All  above,  and  gives  it  worth, 
 
 Lord  of  life,  thy  smile  enlightens, 
 
 Cheers  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth! 
 When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
 Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 
 
 3  King  of  Glory,  reign  forever ; ' 
 Thine  an  everlasting  crown ! 
 
 Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 
 
 Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own ; 
 Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
 Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 
 
 4  Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing ; 
 Bring,  oh  bring  the  glorious  day, 
 
 When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 
 
 Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away! 
 Then,  with  golden  harps,  we'll  sing, 
 "  Glory,  glory  to  our  King."  Kelley. 
 
 (\r\Q  C.  M.        Henry.  P.  C.  86. 
 
 /vv/O.     The  glorified  Redeemer  our  Joy. 
 
 THE  head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns 
 Is  crowned  with  glory  now ; 
 A  royal  diadem  adorns 
 The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 
 
 2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords, 
 Is  his  by  sovereign  right; 
 
 The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
 He  reigns  in  glory  bright ; 
 
 3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 
 The  joy  of  all  below, 
 
 To  whom  he  manifests  his  love, 
 And  grants  his  name  to  know. 
 
 4  To  them,  the  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 
 With  all  its  grace  is  given ; 
 
 Their  name,  an  everlasting  name, 
 Their  jov,  the  joy  of  heaven. 
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INTERCESSION   OF   CHRIST.       [209,  210. 
 
 5  They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below, 
 
 They  reign  with  him  above; 
 Their  profit  and  their  joy  to  know 
 
 The  mystery  of  his  love.  * 
 
 OAO  '^  ^'  ^*  ~*'  Efkesus. 
 
 n*\) *)•  The  King  of  Glory. 
 
 HAIL  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise, 
 Ravished  from  our  wishful  eyes ! 
 Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
 Re-aseends  his  native  heaven. 
 
 2  There  the  pompous  triumph  waits, 
 "Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates; 
 Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene ; 
 Take  the  King  of  glory  in ! 
 
 3  Circled  round  with  angel  powers, 
 Their  triumphant  Lord,  and  ours, 
 Conqueror  over  death  and  sin ; 
 Take  the  King  of  glory  in  !  v 
 
 4  Him  though  highest  heaven  receives, 
 Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves ; 
 Though  returning  to  his  throne, 
 
 Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 f\i  r\  CM.  *  Devizes. 
 
 rCJLU.     Jesus  would  have  Sinners  saved. 
 
 THE  Lord  of  life,  with  glory  crowned, 
 On  heaven's  exalted  throne, 
 Forgets  not  those,  for  whom-  on  earth 
 He  heaved  his  dying  groan. 
 
 2  His  greatness  now  no  tongue  of  man 
 Or  seraph  bright  can  tell ; 
 
 Yet  still  the  chief  of  all  his  joys, 
 That  souls  are  saved  from  hell. 
 
 3  For  this  he  taught,  and  toiled,  and  bled ; 
 For  this  his  life  was  given ; 
 
 For  this  he  fought,  and  vanquished  death  ; 
 For  this  he  reigns  in  heaven. 
 
 0< 
 
211,  212.]  ASCENSION   AND 
 
 4  Join,  all  ye  saints  beneath  the  sky, 
 
 Your  grateful  praise  to  give ; 
 Sing  loud  hosannas  to  his  name, 
 
 With  whom  you  too  shall  live.  * 
 
 01  1  L.  M.  Antigua. 
 IVY.               The  King  of  Glory. 
 
 OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead — 
 Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
 The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
 
 Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky ; 
 There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
 
 And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : 
 "Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
 Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way ! 
 
 2  i  '  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
 And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  scene, 
 
 He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right, 
 
 Receive  the  King  of  giorv  in !  " 
 "  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ? J  '— "  Who  ? 
 
 The  Lord  that  all  our  foes  o'ercame ; 
 The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew: 
 
 And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name." 
 
 3  Lo !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
 And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
 
 ' '  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
 
 Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way ! " 
 "  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?  "— "  Who? 
 
 The  Lord  of  glorious  power  possessed ; 
 The  King  of  saints,  and  angels  too ; 
 
 God  over  all,  forever  bless'd!"  C.  Wesley. 
 
 r\~t  r\  C.  M.  Lanesboro. 
 
 hJJLhJm    Christ  adored  by  the  heavenly  Host. 
 
 OH  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys, 
 The  glories  of  the  place, 
 Where  Jesus  sheds  the  brightest  beams 
 Of  his  o'erflowing  grace ! 
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INTERCESSION  OF    CUEIST.  [213. 
 
 2  Sweet  majesty  and  awful  love 
 Sir  smiling  on  his  brow ; 
 
 And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above 
 At  humble  distance  bow. 
 
 3  Prince's  to  his  imperial  name 
 Bend  their  bright  scepters  down ; 
 
 Dominions,  thrones,  and  powers  rejoice, 
 T<  >  see  him  wear  the  crown. 
 
 4  Archangels  sound  his  lofty  praise, 
 Through  every  heavenly  street ; 
 
 And  lay  their  highest  honors  down, 
 Sul) missive  at  his  feet. 
 
 o  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 
 
 Let  mortals  learn  their  strain-  : 
 Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  sing ; 
 
 O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns.  Watts. 
 
 213. 
 
 9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.         ^VlNGROVE. 
 Hail,  Jesus! 
 
 HAIL,  thou  once  despised  Jesus ! 
 Hail,  thou  everlasting  King  ! 
 Thou  didst  surfer  to  release  us : 
 
 Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 
 Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 
 
 Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame ! 
 By  thy  merits  we  find  favor ; 
 Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 
 
 2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 
 
 All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid ; 
 By  almighty  love  anointed, 
 
 Thou  hast  full  atonement  made : 
 All  thy  people  are  forgiven, 
 
 Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood 
 Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven : 
 
 Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 
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214.]  ASCENSION  AND 
 
 3  Jesus,  hail !  enthroned  in  glory, 
 
 There  forever  to  abide ; 
 All  the  heavenly  host  adore  thee, 
 
 Seated  at  thy  Father's  side :  A 
 
 There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 
 
 There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare ; 
 Ever  for  us  interceding, 
 
 Till  in  glory  we  appear.  BahewelL 
 
 Q1  \  R  K  7s  &  6s-    Golden  Shower. 
 
 /0l4t.  A  faithfulFriend.  p.  29. 
 
 'FT1  IS  a  blessed  thought  to  know, 
 
 X    When  our  follies  grieve  us, 
 And  the  sins  of  all  the  past, 
 
 Rise  and  will  not  leave  us, 
 That  before  the  Father's  throne, 
 
 Pleading  in  our  favor, 
 Making  all  our  cause  his  own, 
 
 Stands  our  precious  Saviour. 
 
 Chorus  :  Jesus  is  a  faithful  friend, 
 He  '11  forsake  us  never, 
 Jesus  is  a  faithful  friend, 
 Love  and  serve  him  ever. 
 
 2  Jesus  owns  our  worthless  names 
 At  the  court  of  heaven ; 
 
 Stands  and  pleads  that  for  his  sake 
 
 We  may  be  forgiven ; 
 Pleads  by  that  lone  night  of  woe, 
 
 Spent  in  sad  Gethsemane, 
 And  the  precious  blood  he  shed 
 
 On  the  Cross  of  Calvary. 
 
 3  Though  we  long  have  turned  aside 
 From  his  gentle  warning, 
 
 Treated  all  his  love  with  pride, 
 
 And  his  words  with  scorning ; 
 Still  his  love  abides  the  same, 
 
 Faithful,  true  and  tender ; 
 Still  he  stands  at  God's  right  hand, 
 
 Ever  our  Defender.  3Iiss  Jane  Hamilton. 
 
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INTERCESSION   OF   CHRIST.       [215,  216. 
 
 £\-i  w  C.  M.  Coventry. 
 
 /^JLO.  God  reconciled  in  Christ, 
 
 DEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
 My  Jesus  and  my  God, 
 AVho  can  resist  thy  heavenly  love, 
 Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  f 
 
 2  'T  is  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
 The  Father  smiles  again ; 
 
 'T  is  by  thine  interceding  breath 
 The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 
 
 3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 
 My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  ; 
 
 The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three, 
 Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 
 
 4  But  if  Immanuers  face  appear, 
 My  hope,  my  joy  begins ; 
 
 His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear, 
 His  grace  removes  my  sins. 
 
 5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 
 And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
 
 I  love  th'  incarnate  mystery, 
 
 And  there  I  fix  my  trust.  Waits. 
 
 Q-i  £  C.  M.        Chil.  Hos.  p.  98. 
 
 /CXO.       Lift  up  your  Heads,  ye  Gates. 
 
 LIFT  up,  lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates, 
 Ye  everlasting  doors ; 
 A  royal  company  awaits 
 
 To  tread  your  golden  floors. 
 "And  who  is  he  that  bids  unfold 
 
 The  portals  of  the  sky, 
 And  lift  the  everlasting  doors, 
 Fur  such  a  company  ? n 
 
 Chorus : 
 The  Lord,  the  Lord,  the  eonqu'ring  King ! 
 
 With  all  his  glorious  train ; 
 He  comes,  and  he  shall  enter  in, 
 For  evermore  to  reign. 
 
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217.]  ASCENSION   AND 
 
 2  The  Lord,  the  Lord,  the  Conqu'ring  King ! 
 Bright  crowns  his  pathway  pave ; 
 
 Both  death  and  hell  have  yielded  up 
 
 Their  captives  from  the  grave. 
 Lift  up,  lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates ; 
 
 Ye  doors  be  lifted  high ; 
 The  King  of  glory  shall  come  in, 
 
 With  all  his  company. 
 
 3  "  Who  is  this  King  of  glory — who, 
 That  would  come  in  to  reign  ?  " 
 
 The  Lord,  the  Lord,  the  mighty  God, 
 
 With  his  attending  train. 
 All  flowing  like  a  robe  of  light, 
 
 The  raiment  white  they  wear, 
 In  graceful  folds  across  the  breast, 
 
 Clasped  with  the  morning  star. 
 
 4  This  glorious  throng,  alike  the  Lamb, 
 "A  name,"  and  the  white  stone, 
 
 Of  hidden  manna  they  shall  eat, 
 
 And  with  him  share  the  throne. 
 Clouds  of  sweet  incense  round  them  float, 
 
 And  music  fills  the  air ; 
 With  harps  and  songs  and  palms  they  come, 
 
 And  crowns  of  life  they  wear.  * 
 
 q-i  rv  L.  M.  Winchester. 
 
 tCl.  i  .  The  Saviour  lives. 
 
 HE  lives — the  great  Redeemer  lives ! 
 What  joy  the  bless'd  assurance  gives ! 
 And  now,  before  his  Father  God, 
 Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 
 
 2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 
 And  justice  armed  with  frowns  appears; 
 But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
 
 Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 
 
 3  Hence  then,  ye  black  despairing  thoughts ; 
 Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 
 
 His  powerful  intercessions  rise ; 
 And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 
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INTERCESSION   OF    CHRIST.  [218. 
 
 4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
 When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
 Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart — 
 That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 
 
 5  Great  Advocate,  Almighty  Friend ! 
 On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend ; 
 Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
 
 For  Jesus  pleads  and  must  prevail.  Waits. 
 
 218. 
 
 C.  M.     Archdale  or  Psalmist. 
 
 The  Redeemer  praised  by  Angels. 
 
 BEYOXD  the  glittering  starry  skies, 
 Far  as  th'  eternal  hills, 
 There,  in  the  boundless  worlds  of  light, 
 Our  dear  Redeemer  dwells. 
 
 2  Legions  of  angels  round  his  throne 
 In  countless  armies  shine ; 
 
 At  his  right  hand,  with  golden  harps, 
 They  offer  ^ong>:  divine. 
 
 3  "Hail,  glorious  Prince  of  peace,"  they  cry, 
 1  ■  Whose  unexampled  love 
 
 Moved  thee  to  quit  those  blissful  realm?, 
 And  royalties  above." 
 
 4  Through  all  his  travels  here  below, 
 They  did  his  steps  attend ; 
 
 Oft  wondering,  how,  or  where,  at  last, 
 This  mystic  scene  woidd  end. 
 
 5  They  saw  his  heart  transfixed  with  wounds, 
 And  viewed  the  crimson  gore ; 
 
 They  saw  him  break  the  bars  of  death, 
 AVhich  none  e'er  broke  before. 
 
 G  They  brought  his  chariot  from  above, 
 
 To  bear  him  to  his  throne ; 
 Clapped  their  triumphant  wings,  and  cried, 
 
 "  The  glorious  work  is  done." 
 143 
 
219,  220.] 
 
 ASCENSION   AND 
 
 219. 
 
 9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.  Talmak. 
 
 His  speaking  Blood. 
 
 FATHER,  hear  the  blood  of  Jesus, 
 Speaking  in  thine  ears  above : 
 From  impending  wrath  release  us ; 
 Manifest  thy  parcelling  love. 
 
 2  Oh  receive  us  to  thy  favor, — 
 For  his  only  sake  receive ; 
 
 Give  us  to  the  bleeding  Saviour, — 
 Let  us  by  his  dying  live. 
 
 3  To  thy  pard'ning  grace  receive  them, — 
 Once  he  prayed  upon  the  tree ; 
 
 Still  his  blood  cries  out — Forgive  them ; 
 All  their  sins  were  laid  on  me. 
 
 4  Still  our  Advocate  in  heaven, 
 Prays  the  prayer  on  earth  begun, — 
 
 Father,  show  their  sins  forgiven ; 
 
 Father,  glorify  thy  Son !  C.  Wesley. 
 
 Qf)A  L-    M.  KOLLAND. 
 
 hJ  hAj •      An  Advocate  with  the  Father. 
 
 JESUS,  my  Advocate  above, 
 My  Friend  before  the  throne  of  love, 
 If  now  for  me  prevails  thy  prayer, 
 If  now  I  find  thee  pleading  there, — 
 
 2  If  thou  the  secret  wish  convey, 
 And  sweetly  prompt  my  heart  to  pray, — - 
 Hear,  and  my  weak  petitions  join, 
 Almighty  Advocate,  to  thine. 
 
 8  Jesus,  my  heart's  desire  obtain ; 
 My  earnest  suit  present,  and  gain : 
 My  fullness  of  corruption  show ; 
 The  knowledge  of  myself  bestow. 
 
 4  Save  me  from  death ;  from  hell  set  free 
 Death,  hell  are  but  the  want  of  thee : 
 My  life,  my  only  heaven  thou  art ; — 
 Oh  might  I  feel  thee  in  my  heart.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 144 
 
INTERCESSION"   OF   CHRIST.       [221',  222. 
 
 £-v -\-|  1st  P.  B£  Brighton. 
 
 (L  ^X.  Atpnt  menL 
 
 T7TCTTM  Divine  !  thy  grace  we  claim, 
 
 \     While  thus  thy  precious  death  we  show, 
 Once  offered  up,  a  spotless  Lamb, 
 hi  thy  great  temple  here  below ; 
 Thou  didst  for  all  mankind  atone, 
 
 And  Btandest  now  before  thy  throne. 
 
 2  Thou  Btandest  in  thy  holy  place, 
 As  now  for  guilty  sinners  slain ; 
 
 The  blood  of  sprinkling  speaks,  and  prays, 
 
 All-prevalent  for  helpless  man  : 
 Thy  blood  is  still  our  ransom  found, 
 And  speaks  salvation  all  around. 
 
 3  The  smoke  of  thy  atonement  here 
 Darkened  the  sun,  and  rent  the  vail, 
 
 Made  the  new  way  to  heaven  appear, 
 
 And  showed  the  great  Invisible ; 
 Well  pleased  in  thee  our  God  looks  down, 
 And  calls  his  rebels  to  a  crown. 
 
 4  He  still  respects  thy  sacrifice ; 
 
 Its  savor  sweet  doth  always  please ; 
 The  offering  smokes  through  earth  and  skies, 
 
 Diffusing  life,  and  joy,  and  peace  ; 
 To  these  thy  lower  courts  it  comes, 
 And  fills  them  with  divine  perfumes. 
 
 5  We  need  not  now  go  up  to  heaven, 
 
 To  bring  the  long-sought  Saviour  down : 
 Thou  art  to  all  already  given. 
 
 Thou  dost  e'en  now  thy  banquet  crown : 
 To  every  faithful  soul  appear, 
 And  show  thy  real  presence  here.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 DOO  C«    M-  COBONATKHT. 
 
 hJbJhJ%  Crown  him  Lord  of  alL 
 
 4  LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 
 1 \  Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
 Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
 And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 
 G  145 
 
223.]  ASCENSION,   ETC. 
 
 2  Let  high-born  seraphs  tune  the  lyre, 
 And  as  they  tune  it,  fall 
 
 Before  his  face,  who  tunes  their  choir, 
 And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 
 
 3  Crown  him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 
 Who  fixed  this  floating  ball : 
 
 Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 
 And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 
 
 4  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 
 Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
 
 Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
 And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 
 
 5  Ye  seed  of  Israel's  chosen  race, 
 Ye  ransomed  of  the  fall : 
 
 Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
 And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 
 
 6  Sinners !  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget, 
 The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
 
 Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
 
 And  crown  him — Lord  of  all.  Perronet. 
 
 QOO  33d  R  M*   6s*  ROBERTS. 
 
 /C/CO*  Ch rist,  the  First-fndts. 
 
 PjLSTG  praise  !  the  tomb  is  void 
 kJ  Where  the  Redeemer  lay ; 
 Sing  of  our  bonds  destroyed, 
 Our  darkness  turned  to  day. 
 
 2  Weep  for  your  dead  no  more ; 
 Friends,  be  of  joyful  cheer; 
 
 Our  Star  moves  on  before,* 
 Our  narrow  path  shines  clear. 
 
 3  He  who,  so  patiently, 
 
 The  crown  of  thorns  did  wear, — 
 He  hath  gone  up  on  high ; 
 Our  hope  is  with  him  there. 
 
 4  Now  is  his  truth  revealed, 
 His  majesty,  and  might ; 
 
 The  grave  lias  been  unsealed ; 
 Christ  is  our  life  and  light. 
 146 
 
WORK    AND    OFFICES    OF   CHRIST.      [224,  225. 
 
 5  He  who  for  man  did  weep, 
 
 Suffer,  and  bleed,  and  die, — 
 First-fruits  of  them  that  sleep, — 
 
 Christ  has  gone  up  on  high. 
 G  His  vict'ry  hath  destroyed 
 
 The  shafts  that  onee  could  slay : 
 Sing  praise  !  the  tomb  is  void 
 
 Where  the  Redeemer  lav.  Anon. 
 
 Woek  and  Offices  of  Cheist. 
 
 £\^\  a  C.  M.  Woodland. 
 
 /VrC"i«       Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest. 
 IT^ITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
 \  T     Of  our  High  Priest  above ; 
 His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
 His  bowels  melt  with  love. 
 
 2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 
 He  knows  our  feeble  frame ; 
 
 He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
 For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 
 
 3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 
 Poured  out  strong  cries  and  tears, 
 
 And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
 What  every  member  bears. 
 
 4  He  11  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 
 But  raise  it  to  a  flame : 
 
 The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
 Xor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 
 
 5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 
 His  mercy  and  his  power ; 
 
 We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
 
 In  every  trying  hour.  Watts. 
 
 C.  M.  Peterboro\ 
 
 ,D.  Offices  of  Christ. 
 
 YT^E  bless  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord, 
 T  T    Who  comes  with  truth  and  grace ; 
 Jesus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word 
 .    Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 
 147 
 
226.]       work  a:nt)  offices  of  christ. 
 
 2  We  rev'rence  our  High  Priest  above, 
 Who  offered  up  his  blood, 
 
 And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 
 By  pleading  with  our  God. 
 
 3  We  honor  our  exalted  King, 
 How  sweet  are  his  commands ! 
 
 He  guards  our  souls  from  hell  and  sin, 
 By  his  almighty  hands. 
 
 4  Hosanna  to  his  blessed  name, 
 Who  saves  by  glorious  ways ; 
 
 Th'  anointed  Saviour  has  a  claim 
 
 To  our  immortal  praise.  Watts, 
 
 226. 
 
 C.  M.  Arcadia. 
 
 Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 
 
 PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
 We  wretched  sinners  lay ; 
 Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
 Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 
 
 2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 
 Beheld  our  helpless  grief: 
 
 He  saw,  and  (oh  amazing  love !) 
 He  ran  to  our  relief. 
 
 3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 
 With  joyful  haste  he  tied ; 
 
 Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
 And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
 
 4  Oh  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 
 Their  lasting  silence  break ! 
 
 And  all  harmonious  human  tongues, 
 The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 
 
 5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys ; 
 Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 
 
 But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
 
 His  love  can  ne'er  be  told !  WatU. 
 
 148 
 
WORK   AND    OFFICES    OF    CHRIST.      [227,  22?. 
 
 227. 
 
 3rd  P.,  or  H.  M.     Ausficious  Mosff, 
 Our  great  High  Priest. 
 
 SEE, where  our  great  High  P. 
 Before  the  Lord  appeals, 
 And  on  his  loving  breast 
 The  tribes  of  Israel  bears ; 
 Never  without  his  people  seen, 
 The  head  of  all  believing  men. 
 
 2  With  him,  the  Corner-stone, 
 The  living  stones  conjoin ; 
 
 Christ  and  his  Church  are  one, — 
 One  body  and  one  vine  ; 
 For  us  he  uses  all  his  powers. 
 And  all  he  has,  or  is,  is  ours. 
 
 3  The  path  of  Christ  our  Head 
 The  members  all  pursue, 
 
 By  his  good  Spirit  led 
 To  act  and  suffer  too : 
 Like  him,  the  toil,  the  cross,  sustain, 
 Till,  glorious  all,  like  him  we  reign.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 rt^vQ  3rd  P..  or  H.  M.  Warsaw. 
 
 /W/wOi  Praises  to  our  Prophet,  Priest  and  King, 
 
 JOYS  all  the  glorious  names 
 Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
 That  ever  mortals  knew, 
 Or  angels  ever  bore  : 
 All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth, — 
 Too  mean  to  set  the  Saviour  forth. 
 
 2  Great  Prophet  of  our  God, 
 
 Our  tongues  shall  bless  thy  Xame ; 
 By  thee  the  joyful  news 
 Of  our  salvation  came, — 
 The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
 Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 
 149 
 
229.]  WORK   AND    OFFICES    OF    CHRIST. 
 
 3  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
 Has  shed  his  blood  and  died ; 
 
 The  guilty  conscience  needs 
 jSo  sacrifice  beside  : 
 His  precious  blood  did  once  atone, 
 And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 
 
 4  Oh  thou  Almighty  Lord, 
 Our  Conqueror  and  King, 
 
 Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 
 Thy  reigning  grace,  we  sing : 
 Thine  is  the  power ;  behold  we  sit 
 In  willing  bonds  beneath  thy  feet.  Watts. 
 
 21st  P.  M.  6s,  8s  &  4s.    John  Street. 
 ImmanueVs  Praise. 
 
 PROCLAIM  the  lofty  praise 
 Of  Him  who  once  was  slain, 
 But  now  is  risen,  through  endless  days 
 
 To  live  and  reign : 
 He  lives  and  reigns  on  high, 
 
 Who  bought  us  with  his  blood, — 
 Enthroned  above  the  farthest  sky, 
 Our  Saviour  God. 
 
 2  All  honor,  power,  and  praise, 
 To  Jesus'  name  belong ; 
 
 With  hosts  seraphic,  glad  we  raise 
 
 The  sacred  song : 
 Worthy  the  Lamb,  they  cry, 
 
 That  on  the  cross  was  slain; 
 But  now,  ascended  up  on  high, 
 
 He  lives  to  reign. 
 
 3  He  lives  to  bless  and  save 
 The  souls  redeemed  by  grace, 
 
 And  rescue  from  the  dreary  grave 
 
 The  fallen  race ; 
 And  soon  we  hope,  above, 
 
 A  louder  strain  to  sing, — 
 With  all  our  powers  to  praise  and  love 
 
 Our  Saviour  King.  Baptist  Coll. 
 
 150 
 
WORK    AND    OFFICES    OF    CHRIST.      [230,  231. 
 
 L.  ML  Duke  Street. 
 
 Christ's  Mixtion  attested. 
 
 BEHOLD,  the  blind  their  eight  receive! 
 Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live ! 
 The  dumb  -peak  wonder-,  and  the  lame 
 Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name. 
 
 2  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
 And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Son ; 
 The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 
 While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crops. 
 
 3  He  dies ;  the  heavens  in  mourning  stood : 
 He  rises,  and  appears  as  God, 
 
 Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high 
 No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 
 
 4  Hence,  and  forever,  from  my  heart 
 I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
 And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 
 
 Which  bear  credentials  so  divine.  * 
 
 qq-j  20th  P.  M.  6s  &  7s.  Calais. 
 
 /COjL.  The  willing  Captive. 
 
 JESUS,  thou  an  our  King ! 
 To  me  thy  succor  bring ; 
 Christ  the  mighty  one  art  thou ; 
 
 Help  for  all  on  thee  is  laid : 
 This  the  word ;  I  claim  it  now  ; 
 Send  me  now  the  promised  aid. 
 
 2  High  on  thy  Father's  throne, 
 Oh  look  with  pity  down ! 
 
 Help,  oh  help,  attend  my  call ; 
 
 Captive  lead  captivity : 
 King  of  glory.  Lord  of  all, 
 
 Christ,  the  Lord,  be  King  to  me ! 
 
 3  I  now  would  feel  thy  sway, 
 And  only  thee  obey  ; 
 
 Thee  my  spirit  pants  to  meet : 
 
 This  my  one,  my  ceaseless  prayer, 
 Make,  oh  make  my  heart  thy  seat ; 
 
 Oh  set  up  thy  kingdom  there ! 
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232,  233.]     W0EK   AND    OFFICES    OF    CHRIST. 
 
 4  Triumph  and  reign  in  me, 
 
 And  spread  thy  victory ; 
 Hell,  and  death,  and  sin  control ; 
 
 Pride,  and  wrath,  and  every  foe, 
 All  subdue ;  through  all  my  soul, 
 
 Conquering  and  to  conquer  go. 
 
 C.  Wesley. 
 Ortonville. 
 
 C.  M. 
 
 0£.   The  Way,  the  Truth,  and  the  Life. 
 
 THOU  art  the  Way :  to  thee  alone, 
 From  sin  and  death  we  flee ; 
 And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
 Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 
 
 2  Thou  art  the  Truth :  thy  word  alone 
 True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
 
 Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 
 And  purify  the  heart. 
 
 3  Thou  art  the  Life :  the  rending  tomb 
 Proclaims  thy  conqu'ring  arm  ; 
 
 x\.nd  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
 Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 
 
 4  Thou  art  the  Way— the  Truth— the  Life ; 
 Grant  us  that  way  to  know — 
 
 That  truth  to  keep — that  life  to  win — 
 
 Whose  joys  eternal  flow.  Doane. 
 
 OOO  lst  P*  **'  6  lines  ?s*  Selena. 
 
 /COO.         Sis  everlasting  Priesthood. 
 
 OTHOU  eternal  Victim,  slain 
 A  sacrifice  for  guilty  man, 
 By  the  eternal  Spirit  made 
 
 An  off  ring  in  the  sinner's  stead, — 
 Our  everlasting  Priest  art  thou, 
 Pleading  thy  death  for  sinners  now. 
 2  Thy  off 'ring  still  continues  new ; 
 Thy  vesture  keeps  its  crimson  hue ; 
 Thou  art  the  ever-slaughter'd  Lamb, 
 Thy  priesthood  still  remains  the  same ; 
 Thy  years,  O  Lord,  can  never  fail ; 
 Thy  goodness  is  unchangeable. 
 152 
 
RELATIONS    OF   CHRIST,    ETC.  [234. 
 
 3  Oh  that  our  faith  may  never  move, 
 But  stand  unshaken  as  thy  love: 
 
 Sure  evidence  of  things  unseen, 
 
 Passing  the  years  that  intervene, 
 Now  let  it  view  upon  the  tree 
 The  Lord,  who  bleeds  and  dies  for  me.        C.  Wesley. 
 
 RELATIONS  OF  CHRIST  TO  THE  BELIEVER. 
 
 Jesus  our  Friend. 
 
 234. 
 
 6  lines  8s  &  7s.     Welcome,  P.  G.  208. 
 A  Friend  above  all  others. 
 
 ONE  there  is,  above  all  others, 
 Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 
 His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
 
 Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end : 
 They  who  once  his  kindness  prove, 
 Find  it  everlasting  love. 
 
 2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 
 Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
 
 But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
 Reconciled  in  him  to  God : 
 This  was  boundless  love  indeed ; 
 Jesus  is  a  friend  in  need ! 
 
 3  "When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 
 Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name : 
 
 Now  above  all  glory  raised, 
 He  rejoices  in  the  same : 
 Still  he  calls  them  "brethren,  friends," 
 And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 
 
 4  Oh  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 
 Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love ; 
 
 We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 
 
 What  a  friend  we  have  above ; 
 But  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 
 We  will  love  thee  as  we  ought.  Newton. 
 
 G  2  153 
 
235,  236.]  RELATIONS    OF    CHRIST 
 
 L.  M.  Warren. 
 
 For  the  Spirits  Guidance. 
 
 JESUS,  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
 On  whom  I  cast  my  every  care, 
 On  whom  for  all  things  I  depend, — 
 Inspire,  and  then  accept,  my  prayer. 
 
 2  If  I  have  tasted  of  thy  grace, — 
 The  grace  that  sure  salvation  brings ; 
 
 If  with  me  now  thy  Spirit  stays, 
 
 And,  hovering,  hides  me  in  his  wings ; 
 
 3  Still  let  him  with  my  weakness  stay, 
 Nor  for  a  moment's  space  depart ; 
 
 Evil  and  danger  turn  away, 
 
 And  keep,  till  he  renews,  my  heart. 
 
 4  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 
 His  voice  behind  me  may  I  hear, 
 
 Return,  and  walk  in  Christ,  thy  way  ; 
 
 Fly  back  to  Christ,  for  sin  is  near !  C.  Wesley, 
 
 236. 
 
 9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.    Goldex 'Chain,  106. 
 
 Sticketh  closer  than  a  Brother. 
 
 THOUGH  the  days  are  dark  with  trouble, 
 And  thy  heart  is  filled  with  fear, 
 There  is  One  that  sees  thee  ever, 
 
 And  will  hold  thee  near  and  dear. 
 Cheerful  hearts  and  smiling  faces 
 
 Often  make  thee  happy  here ; 
 Yet  no  one  was  e'er  so  happy 
 
 But  sometimes  the  clouds  appear. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 There 's  a  friend  that 's  ever  near,  never  fear, 
 He  is  ever  near,  never,  never  fear. 
 There 's  a  friend  that 's  ever  near,  never  fear, 
 He  is  ever  near,  never  fear. 
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TO    THE    BELIEVER.  [237. 
 
 2  All  thy  prospects  will  seem  brighter 
 When  the  shadow  leaves  the  heart, 
 
 And  the  steps  of  time  heat  lighter 
 When  the  gloomy  clouds  depart. 
 
 Many  days  have  dawned  serenely, 
 While  the  birds  sang  with  delight, 
 
 But  the  skies  were  dark  and  gloomy 
 Ere  the  sun  had  reached  its  height. 
 
 3  Soon  will  dawn  a  brighter  morning, 
 On  a  blessed,  tranquil  shore; 
 
 Sighs  will  then  give  place  to  singing, 
 Tears  to  bliss  for  evermore. 
 
 Thou  shalt  see  a  world  of  glory, 
 And  eternal  joy  and  bliss  : 
 
 Let  not.  then,  thy  soul  be  moaning 
 O'er  the  woes  and  cares  of  this. 
 
 Jesus  our  Shepherd. 
 
 00*7  k-  M-  Corso. 
 
 (CtJ  I  •        For  the  Peace  of  Jerusalem. 
 
 OTHOU,  our  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
 Behold  a  cloud  of  incense  rise ; 
 The  prayers  of  saints  to  heaven  ascend, 
 Grateful,  accepted  sacrifice. 
 
 2  Regard  our  prayers  for  Zion's  peace ; 
 Shed  in  our  hearts  thy  love  abroad ; 
 
 Thy  gifts  abundantly  increase ; 
 Enlarge,  and  fill  us  all  with  God. 
 
 3  Before  thy  sheep,  great  Shepherd,  go, 
 And  guide  into  thy  perfect  will ; 
 
 Cause  us  thy  hallowed  name  to  know ; 
 The  work  of  faith  in  us  fulfill. 
 
 4  Help  us  to  make  our  calling  sure ; 
 Oh  let  us  all  be  saints  indeed, 
 
 And  pure,  as  thou  thyself  art  pure, 
 Conformed  in  all  things  to  our  Head. 
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238,239.]  RELATIONS    OF  CHRIST 
 
 5  Take  the  clear  purchase  of  thy  blood; — 
 Thy  blood  shall  wash  us  white  as  snow : 
 
 Present  us  sanctified  to  God, 
 
 And  perfected  in  love  below.  C.   )Yeslcy. 
 
 OQQ  2  R  M:  8s' 7s  &  4s*  GoLDEy  Chaix>  p-  9-*. 
 
 /COO.    Saviour,  like  a  Shepherd  lead  us. 
 
 SAVIOUR,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us : 
 Much  we  need  thy  tender  care ; 
 In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us, 
 For  our  use  thy  folds  prepare. 
 
 Blessed  Jesus ! 
 Thou  hast  bought  us,  thine  we  are. 
 
 2  TTe  are  thine :  do  thou  befriend  us, 
 Be  the  guardian  of  our  way ; 
 
 Keep  thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 
 Seek  us  when  we  go  astray. 
 
 Blessed  Jesus ! 
 Hear  thy  children  when  they  pray. 
 
 3  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 
 Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be ; 
 
 Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 
 
 Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free. 
 
 Blessed  Jesus ! 
 Let  us  early  turn  to  thee. 
 
 4  Early  let  us  seek  thy  flavor, 
 Early  let  us  do  thy  will ; 
 
 Holy  Lord,  our  only  Saviour, 
 With  thy  grace  our  bosom  fill. 
 
 Blessed  Jesus! 
 Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still. 
 
 aqa  C.  M.  Dundee. 
 
 rvOi/.  Jesus  our  Refuge. 
 
 JESUS,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
 To  thee  for  help  we  fly : 
 Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep, 
 For,  oh !  the  wolf  is  nigh  ; 
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TO    THE    BELIEVER.  [240. 
 
 2  He  comes,  of  hellish  malice  full, 
 To  scatter,  tear,  an  J  slay ; 
 
 He  seizes  every  straggling  soul, 
 As  his  own  lawful  prey. 
 
 3  Us  into  thy  protection  take, 
 And  gather  with  thy  arm  ; 
 
 Unless  the  fold  we  first  forsake, 
 The  wolf  can  never  harm. 
 
 4  We  laugh  to  scorn  his  cruel  power, 
 While  by  our  Shepherd's  side; 
 
 The  sheep  he  never  can  devour, 
 Unless  he  first  divide. 
 
 5  Oh  do  not  suffer  him  to  part 
 The  souls  that  here  agree : 
 
 But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart, 
 And  keep  us  one  in  thee ! 
 
 6  Together  let  us  sweetly  live, 
 Together  let  us  die ; 
 
 And  each  a  starry  crown  receive, 
 
 And  reign  above  the  sky.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 Jesus  our  Saviour,  Guide,  etc. 
 
 O  <  A  C-  "•  Elwood. 
 
 /C~i:\J 9  Believing  on  Jesus. 
 
 HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
 In  a  believer  s  ear ! 
 It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
 And  drives  away  his  fear. 
 
 Chorus  :  I  do  believe,  I  now  believe, 
 That  Jesus  died  for  me ; 
 And  by  his  blood,  his  precious  blood, 
 I  shall  from  sin  be  free. 
 
 2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
 
 And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
 'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
 
 And  to  the  weary  rest. 
 
 157 
 
241.]  RELATIONS    OF    CHRIST 
 
 3  Dear  name !  the  Rock  on  which  I  build ; 
 My  shield  and  hiding-place ; 
 
 My  never-foiling  treasure,  filled 
 With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 
 
 4  Jesus !  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 
 My  prophet,  priest,  and  king ; 
 
 My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
 Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 
 
 5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
 And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
 
 But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
 
 111  praise  thee  as  I  ought 
 C  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
 
 With  every  fleeting  breath : 
 And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
 
 Eefresh  my  soul  in  death.  Newton. 
 
 * 
 £\  ii  C.  M.  Devizes. 
 
 ^t:J_.  The  charming  2\ame. 
 
 JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  Name, 
 'T  is  music  to  mine  ear  ; 
 Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
 That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 
 
 2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 
 My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
 
 Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
 And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 
 
 3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 
 In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
 
 Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
 Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 
 
 4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 
 And  shed  its  fragrance  there ; 
 
 The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
 The  cordial  of  its  care. 
 
 5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  Name, 
 With  my  last  lab'ring  breath  ; 
 
 And,  dying,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
 
 The  antidote  of  death.  .  Doddridge. 
 
 158 
 
TO    THE    BELIEVER.  [242,  243. 
 
 S.  ML  Hobaivt. 
 
 Victory  on  the  Lord's  Side. 
 
 A  EISE,  ye  saints,  arise ! 
 J\_  The  Lord  our  Leader  is ; 
 The  foe  before  his  banner  flies, 
 And  victory  is  his. 
 
 2  We  follow  thee,  our  Guide, 
 Our  Saviour,  and  our  King ; 
 
 We  follow  thee,  through  grace  supplied 
 From  heaven's  eternal  spring. 
 
 3  We  soon  shall  see  the  day, 
 When  all  our  toils  shall  cease ; 
 
 When  we  shall  cast  our  arms  away, 
 And  dwell  in  endless  peace. 
 
 4  Then,  of  the  prize  possessed, 
 We  hear  of  war  no  more ; 
 
 And  ever  with  our  Leader  rest, 
 On  yonder  peaceful  shore. 
 
 5  This  hope  supports  us  here ; 
 It  makes  our  burdens  light : 
 
 9T  will  serve  our  drooping  hearts  to  cheer, 
 
 Till  faith  shall  end  in  sight.  Anon, 
 
 q  4  q  C.  M.  Howard. 
 
 /CiO.    Christ  our  Guide  and  Shepherd. 
 
 THE  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord, 
 Vouchsafes  to  be  my  Guide ; 
 The  Shepherd,  by  whose  constant  care 
 My  wants  are  all  supplied. 
 
 2  In  tender  grass  he  lets  me  feed, 
 And  gently  there  repose  ; 
 
 Then  leads  me  to  cool  shades,  and  where 
 Refreshing  water  flows. 
 
 3  He  does  my  wand'ring  soul  reclaim, 
 And,  to  his  endless  praise, 
 
 Instruct  with  humble  zeal  to  walk 
 In  his  most  righteous  ways. 
 159 
 
244,  245.] 
 
 REIGN    OF    CHRIST 
 
 4  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
 From  fear  and  danger  free  ; 
 
 For  there  his  aiding  rod  and  staff 
 Defend  and  comfort  me. 
 
 q  a   a  S.  M.  Thatcher. 
 
 /£4t4L.  Jesus  my  AIL 
 
 JESUS,  my  Truth,  my  Way, 
 My  sure  unerring  Light, 
 On  thee  my  feeble  steps  I  stay, 
 Which  thou  wilt  guide  aright. 
 
 2  My  Wisdom  and  my  Guide, 
 My  Counselor  thou  art ; 
 
 Oh  never  let  me  leave  thy  side, 
 Or  from  thy  paths  depart. 
 
 3  Never  will  I  remove 
 
 Out  of  thy  hands  my  cause, 
 But  rest  in  thy  redeeming  love, 
 And  hang  upon  thy  cross. 
 
 4  Oh  make  me  all  like  thee, 
 Before  I  hence  remove  ! 
 
 Settle,  confirm,  and  'stablish  me, 
 And  build  me  up  in  love. 
 
 5  Let  me  thy  witness  live, 
 When  sin  is  all  destroyed  ; 
 
 And  then  my  spotless  soul  receive, 
 
 And  take  me  home  to  God.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 MISSIONARY  HYMXS. 
 
 9AK        ■       L'M- 
 
 /Ct:<L/«       Christ  shall  reign  universally. 
 
 JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
 Does  his  successive  journeys  run ; 
 His  kingdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
 Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more* 
 160 
 
 Okland. 
 
MISSIONARY.  [246. 
 
 2  From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet, 
 To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet ; 
 "While  western  empires  own  their  Lord, 
 And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word. 
 
 3  To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
 And  endless  praises  crown  his  head ; 
 His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
 With  every  morning  sacrifice. 
 
 4  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue, 
 Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song, 
 And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
 
 Their  early  blessings  on  his  name.  Watts. 
 
 m. 
 
 C.    M.  KOETHFIELD. 
 
 Prayer  for  the  Belgn  of  Christ. 
 
 JESUS,  immortal  King,  arise  ! 
 Rise  and  assert  thy  sway ; 
 Till  earth,  subdued,  its  tribute  brings, 
 And  distant  lands  obey. 
 
 2  Eide  forth,  victorious  Conqu'ror,  ride, 
 Till  all  thy  foes  submit, 
 
 And  all  the  powers  of  hell  resign 
 Their  trophies  at  thy  feet ! 
 
 3  Send  forth  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly 
 This  spacious  earth  around ; 
 
 Till  every  soul  beneath  the  sky 
 Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound ! 
 
 4  Oh  may  the  great  Redeemer's  name 
 Through  every  clime  be  known ! 
 
 And  heathen  gods,  like  Dagon,  fall, 
 And  Jesus  reign  alone. 
 
 5  From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 
 May  Jesus  be  adored ! 
 
 And  earth  with  all  her  millions  shout, 
 
 Hosanna  to  the  Lord.  Burdcr. 
 
 161 
 
247,  248.]  PwEigx  of  Christ, 
 
 r\  i\y  S.  M;  Watchman. 
 
 /vi  I  .  The  Reign  of  Jesus. 
 
 JESUS,  the  Conqu'ror,  reigns, 
 In  glorious  strength  arrayed : 
 His  kingdom  over  all  maintains, 
 
 And  bids  the  earth  be  glad ; 
 Ye  sons  of  men,  rejoice 
 
 In  Jesus'  mighty  love : 
 Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
 To  him  that  rules  above. 
 
 2  Extol  his  kingly  power, 
 Kiss  the  exalted  Son, 
 
 Who  died,  and  lives  to  die  no  more, 
 
 High  on  his  Father's  throne : 
 Our  Advocate  with  God, 
 
 He  undertakes  our  cause, 
 And  spreads  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
 
 The  vict'ry  of  his  cross. 
 
 3  That  bloody  banner- see, 
 And,  in  your  Captain's  sight, 
 
 Fight  the  good  fight  of  faith  with  me, 
 
 My  fellow-soldiers,  fight : 
 In  mighty  phalanx  joined, 
 
 To  battle  all  proceed ; 
 Armed  with  th'  unconquerable  mind, 
 
 Which  was  in  Christ,  your  Head.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 C.  M.  St.  Anns. 
 
 Christ's  first  and  second  Coming. 
 
 248. 
 
 SIXG  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands. 
 Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue; 
 His  newT-discovered  grace  demands 
 A  new  and  nobler  song. 
 
 2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 
 God's  own  Almighty  Son ; 
 
 His  power  the  shaking  world  sustains, 
 And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 
 162 
 
MISSIONARY.  [249,  250. 
 
 3  Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  clay, 
 Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen; 
 
 Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
 And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 
 
 4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  skies, 
 His  glorious  train  display ; 
 
 Ye  mountains  sink,  ye  valleys  rise, 
 Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 
 
 5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  bless 
 The  nations  as  their  God; 
 
 To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
 
 And  send  his  truth  abroad.  Watts. 
 
 a  ja  Ii.  M.  Mexdo>~. 
 
 /C*i«i/»  The  Song  of  Triumph. 
 
 QOOX  may  the  last  glad  song  arise, 
 kj  Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies — 
 That  song  of  triumph  which  records 
 That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's. 
 
 2  Let  thrones,  and  powers,  and  kingdoms  be 
 Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  thee ; 
 
 And  over  land,  and  stream,  and  main 
 Xow  wave  the  sceptre  of  thy  reign. 
 
 3  Oh  let  that  glorious  anthem  swell ; 
 Let  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell, 
 Till  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 
 
 But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns.  Pratt's  Coll. 
 
 O  WA  26th  P-  M-  7s  *  6s-  Harvest. 
 
 tCOyJ •  All  Knees  shall  bow  before  Him. 
 
 ARABIA'S  desert-ranger, 
 To  him  shall  bow  the  knee, 
 The  Ethiopian  stranger 
 
 His  glory  come  to  see : 
 With  offerings  of  devotion, 
 
 Ships  from  the  isles  shall  meet, 
 To  pour  the  wealth  of  ocean 
 In  tribute  at  his  feet. 
 
 163 
 
251.]  REIGX   OF   CHRIST, 
 
 ■ 
 
 2  Kings  shall  fall  down  before  him, 
 And  gold  and  incense  bring ; 
 
 All  nations  shall  adore  him, 
 
 His  praise  all  people  sing; 
 For  he  shall  have  dominion 
 
 O'er  river,  sea  and  shore, 
 Far  as  the  eagle's  pinion, 
 
 Or  dove's,  light  wing  can  soar. 
 
 3  To  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 
 And  daily  vows,  ascend ; 
 
 His  kingdom  still  increasing, 
 
 A  kingdom  without  end : 
 The  mountain  dews  shall  nourish 
 
 A  seed  in  weakness  sown, 
 Whose  fruit  shall  spread  and  flourish, 
 
 And  shake  like  Lebanon. 
 
 4  O'er  every  foe  victorious, 
 
 He  on  his  throne  shall  rest, 
 From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 
 
 All-blessing  and  all-blest ; 
 The  tide  of  time  shall  never 
 
 His  covenant  remove ; 
 His  name  shall  stand  forever; 
 
 That  name  to  us  is — Love.  Montgomery. 
 
 q  £  -j  C.  M.  Winter. 
 
 /vOl«  The  Earth  renewed  in  Righteousness. 
 
 A  LMIGHTY  Spirit,  now  behold 
 XX  A  world  by  sin  destroyed : 
 Creating  Spirit,  as  of  old, 
 Move  on  the  formless  void. 
 
 2  Give  thou  the  word :  that  healing  sound 
 Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife ; 
 
 And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned, 
 Bring  forth  the  tree  of  life. 
 
 3  If  sang  the  morning  stars  for  joy, 
 When  nature  rose  to  view, 
 
 What  strains  will  angel-harps  employ, 
 When  thou  shalt  all  renew ! 
 164 
 
MISSIONARY.  [252. 
 
 4  And  if  the  sons  of  God  rejoice 
 To  hear  a  Saviour's  name, 
 
 How  will  the  ransomed  raise  their  voice, 
 To  whom  the  Saviour  came ! 
 
 5  Lo,  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
 Assembling  round  the  throne, 
 
 The  new  creation  shall  ascribe 
 
 To  sovereign  love  alone.  Montgomery. 
 
 S.  M.  Elmswood. 
 
 I  will  gather  all  Nations. 
 
 FATHER  of  boundless  grace, 
 Thou  hast  in  part  fulfilled 
 Thy  promise  made  to  Adam's  race, 
 
 In  God  incarnate  sealed. 
 A  few  from  every  land 
 
 At  first  to  Salem  came, 
 And  saw  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
 And  saw  the  tongues  of  flame. 
 
 2  Yet,  still  we  wait  the  end, 
 The  coming  of  our  Lord  ; 
 
 The  full  accomplishment  attend 
 
 Of  thy  prophetic  word. 
 Thy  promise  deeper  lies, 
 
 In  unexhausted  grace ; 
 And  new-discovered  worlds  arise 
 
 To  sing  their  Saviour's  praise. 
 
 3  Beloved  for  Jesus'  sake, 
 By  him  redeemed  of  old, 
 
 All  nations  must  come  in,  and  make 
 
 One  undivided  fold  : 
 While  gathered  in  by  thee, 
 
 And  perfected  in  one, 
 They  all  at  once  thy  glory  see 
 
 In  thy  beloved  Son.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 165 
 
253,  254.]  REIGN   OF    CHRIST, 
 
 O^O  L.  M.  Bridgewtater. 
 
 /£?j(j»  The  Restoration  of  Israel. 
 
 ARISE,  great  God !  and  let  thy  grace 
 Shed  its  glad  beams  on  Jacob's  race ; 
 Restore  the  long-lost,  scattered  band, 
 And  call  them  to  their  native  land. 
 
 2  Their  mis'ry  let  thy  mercy  heal ; 
 Their  trespass  hide,  their  pardon  seal ; 
 O  God  of  Israel !  hear  our  prayer, 
 And  grant  them  still  thy  love  to  share. 
 
 3  How  long  shall  Jacob's  offspring  prove 
 The  sad  suspension  of  thy  love  ? 
 
 Lord,  shall  thy  wrath  forever  burn? 
 And  will  thy  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 
 
 4  Thy  quick'ning  Spirit  now  impart, 
 And  wake  to  joy  each  grateful  heart; 
 While  Israel's  rescued  tribes  in  thee 
 
 Their  bliss  and  full  salvation  see.  Merrick. 
 
 £\  v  a  C.  M.  Laxesboro. 
 
 hJ*)j£»        The  Harvest-Fields  are  white. 
 
 LOOK  up,  the  harvest  fields  are  YvThite, 
 And  bends  the  rip'ning  grain ; 
 Go  forth  and  reap,  lest  fall  the  night, 
 And  day  be  giv'n  in  vain. 
 
 2  See  India,  from  her  jeweled  throne, 
 Bows  down  the  listening  ear, 
 
 And  her  unnumbered  thousands  own 
 The  dawn  of  mercy  near. 
 
 3  A  slanting  ray  of  freedom's  sun 
 Has  glanced  on  Afric's  shore ; 
 
 Swiftly  and  wide  the  tidings  run, 
 That  darkness  reigns  no  more. 
 
 4  Go  forth — the  lamp  of  truth  is  bright — 
 And  bid  its  heavenly  ray 
 
 Dispel  the  lingering  shades  of  night, 
 And  chase  their  gloom  away. 
 166 
 
MISSIONARY.  [255,  256. 
 
 5  We  plant  thy  cross ;  but,  Lord,  thy  breath 
 
 Alone  has  power  to  raise, 
 From  the  dark  silent  shade  of  death, 
 
 An  army  to  thy  praise.  * 
 
 £\  w  w  L.  M.  Luton. 
 
 {CitJtJm  The  latter-day  Glory. 
 
 BEHOLD,  the  heathen  waits  to  know 
 The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow ; 
 The  exiled  captive  to  receive 
 The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 
 
 2  Come,  let  us,  with  a  grateful  heart, 
 In  this  blest  labor  share  a  part ; 
 
 Our  prayers  and  ofFrings  gladly  bring 
 To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 
 
 3  Our  hearts  exult  in  songs  of  praise, 
 That  we  have  seen  these  latter  days, 
 When  our  Redeemer  shall  be  known, 
 Where  Satan  long  hath  held  his  throne. 
 
 4  Where'er  his  hand  hath  spread  the  skies, 
 Sweet  incense  to  his  name  shall  rise  ; 
 
 And  slave  and  freeman,  Greek  and  Jew, 
 
 By  sovereign  grace  be  formed  anew.  Yoke, 
 
 L.  11  Peace. 
 
 Jlfiss  ton  a  ry  Meet  in  g . 
 
 4  SSEMBLED  at  thy  great  command, 
 l\.  Before  thy  face,  dread  King,  we  stand  : 
 The  voice  that  marshaled  every  star, 
 Has  called  thy  people  from  afar. 
 
 2  We  meet  through  distant  lands  to  spread 
 The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled ; 
 Along  the  line — to  either  pole — 
 
 The  anthem  of  thy  praise  to  roll — 
 
 3  Our  prayers  assist :  accept  our  praise ; 
 Our  hopes  revive  ;  our  courage  raise ; 
 Our  counsels  aid  ; — to  each  impart 
 
 The  single  eve,  the  faithful  heart. 
 167 
 
257.  258.]  REIGN   OF    CHRIST, 
 
 4  Forth  with  thy  chosen  heralds  come ; 
 
 Kecall  the  wand'ring  spirits  home ; 
 
 From  Zion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound, 
 
 To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around.  Collyer. 
 
 257. 
 
 L.  M.  Gonda. 
 
 The  glorious  Prediction. 
 
 THE  Law  and  Prophets  all  foretold 
 That  Christ  should  die,  and  leave  the  grave ; 
 Gather  the  world  into  his  fold, 
 
 The  Church  of  Jews  and  Gentiles  save. 
 
 2  Yet,  by  the  prince  of  darkness  bound, 
 The  nations  still  are  wrapt  in  night : 
 
 They  never  heard  the  joyful  sound; 
 They  never  saw  the  gospel  light. 
 
 3  Light  of  the  world,  again  appear, 
 In  mildest  majesty  of  grace, 
 
 And  bring  the  great  salvation  near, 
 
 And  claim  our  whole  apostate  race.         C.  Wesley. 
 
 L.  M.  Duke  Street. 
 
 Beauty  for  Ashes. 
 
 TRIUMPHANT  Zion!  lift  thy  head 
 From  dust  and  darkness,  and  the  dead ! 
 Though  humbled  long — awake  at  length, 
 And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength ! 
 
 2  Put  ail  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
 And  let  thy  excellence  be  known ; 
 Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
 The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess. 
 
 3  God,  from  on  high,  has  heard  thy  prayer; 
 His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair ; 
 
 Xor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
 To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace.  Doddridge. 
 
 168 
 
259. 
 
 MISSIONARY.  [259,  260. 
 
 8th  P.  M.  8s,  7s  &  4s.  Trinity. 
 
 Arise  and  shine. 
 
 O'ER  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness 
 Let  the  eve  of  pity  gaze ; 
 See  the  kindreds  of  the  people, 
 Lost  in  sin's  bewild'ring  maze ; 
 
 Darkness  brooding 
 O'er  the  face  of  all  the  earth. 
 
 2  Light  of  them  that  sit  in  darkness, 
 Rise  and  shine  :  thy  blessing  bring ; 
 
 Light  to  lighten  all  the  Gentiles, 
 Rise,  with  healing  in  thy  wing : 
 
 To  thy  brightness 
 Let  all  kings  and  nations  come. 
 
 3  May  the  heathen,  now  adoring 
 Idol  gods  of  wood  and  stone, 
 
 Come,  and,  worshiping  before  him, 
 Serve  the  living  God  alone : 
 
 Let  thy  glory 
 Fill  the  earth  as  floods  the  sea. 
 
 4  Thou  to  whom  all  power  is  given, 
 Speak  the  word ;  at  thy  command, 
 
 Let  the  company  of  heralds 
 
 Spread  thy  name  from  land  to  land ; 
 
 Lord,  be  with  them, 
 Alway,  to  the  end  of  time.  CotterelL 
 
 9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.  Obestes. 
 
 Who  will  go? 
 
 TTTHO  will  go  to  rear  the  standard 
 T  f     Of  the  cross  in  heathen  lands, 
 Where  the  people  sit  in  darkness, 
 Bound  by  superstition's  bands? 
 Who  will  leave  their  friends  and  country, 
 
 Bid  adieu  to  earthly  bliss, 
 Yield  their  lives  a  willing  ofFring, 
 To  so  great  a  work  as  this  ? 
 H  169 
 
261.]  REIGN   OF    CHRIST, 
 
 2  Who  will  go  to  Afric's  center, 
 Tell  the  iEthiop  there 's  a  God, 
 
 Point  him  to  the  crimson  fountain 
 Of  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood? 
 
 Who  will  climb  the  Rocky  Mountains, 
 Through  the  western  forests  stray, 
 
 Where  thick  gloom  and  pagan  darkness 
 Long  have  held  unrivaled  sway  ? 
 
 3  Oh !  for  Paul's  denying  spirit, 
 For  his  missionary  zeal ; 
 
 And  the  perfect  love  of  Jesus, 
 Every  Christian  heart  to  nil : 
 
 Then  the  earth  would  soon  be  covered 
 With  the  knowledge  of  the  Lord, 
 
 And  the  far-off  isles  of  ocean 
 Soon  would  all  receive  his  word. 
 
 261. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s.  Hendon. 
 
 The  Banner  of  the  Cross. 
 
 GO,  ye  messengers  of  God ; 
 Like  the  beams  of  morning,  fly ; 
 Take  the  wonder-working  rod  ; 
 Wave  the  banner-cross  on  high. 
 
 2  Go  to  many  a  tropic  isle 
 In  the  bosom  of  the  deep, 
 
 Where  the  skies  forever  smile, 
 And  th'  oppressed  forever  weep. 
 
 3  O'er  the  pagan's  night  of  care 
 Pour  the  living  light  of  heaven  ; 
 
 Chase  away  his  wild  despair ; 
 Bid  him  hope  to  be  forgiven. 
 
 4  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day 
 Open  on  the  palmy  East, 
 
 High  the  bleeding  cross  display ; 
 
 Spread  the  gospel's  richest  feast  Marsdcn. 
 
 170 
 
missionary.  [262,  203. 
 
 q /iq  T.  M.  G  lines  10s.    Gol.  Chain,  p.  41. 
 
 b  0  tL '  •       The  Ilea  then  wa  it  ing  fo  r  Day. 
 
 OVER  the  ocean  wave,  far,  far  away, 
 There  the  poor  heathen  live,  waiting  for  day : 
 Groping  in  ignorance,  dark  as  the  night, 
 Ko  blessed  Bible  to  give  them  the  light. 
 Chorus. 
 Pity  them,  pity  them)  Christians  at  home, 
 Haste  with  the  bread  of  life,  hasten  and  come. 
 
 2  Bowing  to  idol  gods,  daily  they  pray, 
 "Pity  us,  Juggernaut!  we've  given  away 
 Lives  of  our  children  dear,  thee  to  appease, 
 Give  to  us,  give  to  us,  tokens  of  peace." 
 
 3  Here,  in  this  happy  land,  we  have  the  light 
 Shining  from  God's  own  word,  free,  pure  and  bright ; 
 Shall  we  not  send  to  them  Bibles  to  read, 
 Teachers,  and  preachers,  and  all  that  they  need  ? 
 
 4  Then  while  the  mission  ships  glad  tidings  bring, 
 List !  as  that  heathen  band  joyfully  sing, 
 
 "  Over  the  ocean  wave,  oh!  see  them  come, 
 Brineim*  the  bread  of  life,  guiding:  us  home."  * 
 
 O        O  'CO 
 
 O/^O  ^'  ^  ~s  *  '^s#  Rocky  ale. 
 
 iC\){).    Onward  speed  thy  conquering  Flight. 
 
 ONWARD  speed  thy  conquering  flight ; 
 Angel,  onward  speed  ; 
 Cast  abroad  thy  radiant  light, 
 
 Bid  the  shades  recede ; 
 Tread  the  idols  in  the  dust, 
 
 Heathen  fanes  destroy, 
 Spread  the  gospel's  holy  trust, 
 
 Spread  the  gospel's  joy. 
 2  Onward  speed  thy  conquering  flight ; 
 
 Angel,  onward  haste ; 
 Quickly  on  each  mountain's  height 
 
 Be  thy  standard  placed ; 
 Let  the  blissful  tidings  float 
 
 Far  o'er  vale  and  hill, 
 Till  the  sweetly-echoing  note 
 
 Every  bosom  thrill. 
 
 171 
 
264.]  REIGN   OF   CHRIST, 
 
 3  Onward  speed  thy  conquering  flight 
 Angel,  onward  fly; 
 
 Long  has  been  the  reign  of  night ; 
 
 Brinsr  the  morning  nigh  : 
 'T  is  to  thee  the  heathen  lift 
 
 Their  imploring  wail ; 
 Bear  them  heaven's  holy  gift 
 
 Ere  their  courage  fail. 
 
 4  Onward  speed  thy  conquering  flight ; 
 Angel,  onward  speed : 
 
 Morning  bursts  upon  our  sight — 
 
 'T  is  the  time  decreed : 
 Jesus  now  his  kingdom  takes, 
 
 Thrones  and  empires  fall, 
 And  the  joyous  song  awakes, 
 
 "  God  is  all  in  all."  8.  F.  Smith. 
 
 264. 
 
 8th  P.  M.  8s,  7s  &  4s.         Angola. 
 Hoping  for  the  Gospel  Day. 
 
 \7ES !  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking, 
 JL    Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand ; 
 God — the  mighty  God — is  speaking 
 
 By  his  word,  in  every  land ; 
 When  he  chooses, 
 
 Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 
 
 2  Oh,  'tis  pleasant,  'tis  reviving 
 To  our  hearts,  to  hear,  each  day, 
 
 Joyful  news  from  far  arriving, 
 How  the  gospel  wins  its  way, 
 
 Those  enlightening 
 Who  in  death  and  darkness  lay. 
 
 3  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious, 
 Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand ; 
 
 Let  the  gospel  be  victorious 
 
 Through  the  world,  in  every  land ; 
 
 Then  shall  idols 
 Perish,  Lord,  at  thy  command.  Kelly. 
 
 172 
 
MISSIONARY.  [265, 266. 
 
 7th  P.  M.  8  lines  7s.  Robesd. 
 
 Watchman!  what  of  the  Night  f 
 
 1T7ATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
 
 }  )     What  irs  signs  of  promise  are  : 
 Traveler!  o'er  yon  mountains  height, 
 
 Bee  that  glory-beaming  star ! 
 Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 
 
 Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell? 
 Trav'ler !  yes ;  it  brings  the  day — 
 
 Promised  day  of  Israel. 
 
 2  Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
 Higher  yet  that  star  aseends  : 
 
 Trav'ler !  blessedness  and  light, 
 
 Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
 Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 
 
 Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
 Trav'ler !  ages  are  its  own, 
 
 See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 
 
 3  "Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
 For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn ; 
 
 Trav'ler !  darkness  takes  its  flight ; 
 
 Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn : 
 Watchman !  let  thy  wand'rings  cease, 
 
 Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home  ; 
 Trav'ler,  lo !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
 
 Lo,  the  Son  of  God  is  come.  Boxcring. 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.     Miss.  Hymn. 
 
 )9    The  Heathen's  Cry  for  Deliverance. 
 
 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. 
 173 
 
267.]  REIGN    OF   CTIPJST, 
 
 2  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  strown ; 
 The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 
 
 Bows  down  to  wood  a.nd  stone ! 
 
 3  Shall  vre,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
 With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
 
 Shall  we  to  men  benighted 
 
 The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
 Salvation, oh  Salvation! 
 
 The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
 Till  each  remotest  nation 
 
 Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 
 
 4  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. 
 
 q  /*ry  8th  P.  M.  8s,  7s  &  4s.  Zion. 
 
 h*\)  %  9     TJie  Messenger  of  glad   Tidings. 
 
 OX  the  mountain  top  appearing, 
 Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
 Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
 Zion  long  in  hostile  lands. 
 
 Mourning  captive, 
 God  himself  shall  loose  thy  bands. 
 
 2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 
 
 Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 
 Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
 By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved? 
 
 Cease  thy  mourning ; 
 Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 
 174 
 
MISSIONARY.  [268. 
 
 3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee; 
 He  himself  appears  thy  friend: 
 
 All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee  ; 
 Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end ; 
 
 Great  deliverance 
 Zion's  King  will  surely  send. 
 
 4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee  ; 
 All  thy  warfare  now  is  past ; 
 
 God  thy  Saviour  will  defend  thee ; 
 Victory  is  thine  at  last ; 
 
 All  thy  conflicts 
 End  in  everlasting  rest.  Kelly, 
 
 19th  P.  M.  6s  &  4s.         Guidance. 
 
 &.  Lei  there  be  Light. 
 
 THOU,  whose  almighty  word 
 Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 
 And  took  their  flight, 
 Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
 And  where  the  gospel  day 
 Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 
 Let  there  be  light. 
 
 2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring, 
 On  thy  redeeming  'wing, 
 
 Healing  and  sight, — 
 Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
 Sight  to  the  inly  blind, — 
 Oh  now,  to  all  mankind, 
 
 Let  there  be  light. 
 
 • 
 
 3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love 
 Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 
 
 Speed  forth  thy  flight ; 
 Move  on  the  waters'  face, 
 Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace ; 
 And  in  earth's  darkest  place, 
 
 Let  there  be  light  Marriott. 
 
 175 
 
269,  270.]  REIGN   OF   CHRIST, 
 
 269. 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.  Happy  Voices, 
 
 The  Gospel  Banner.  128. 
 
 \TOW  be  the  gospel  banner 
 1\    In  every  land  unfurled, 
 And  be  the  shout  Hosanna 
 
 Ke-echoed  thro'  the  world: 
 Till  every  isle  and  nation, 
 
 Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 
 Receive  the  great  salvation, 
 
 And  join  the  happy  throng. 
 
 2  What  though  th'  embattled  legions 
 Of  earth  and  hell  combine, 
 
 His  arm  throughout  their  regions 
 
 Shall  soon  resplendent  shine : 
 Ride  on,  O  Lord,  victorious ! 
 
 Immanuel,  Prince  of  Peace ! 
 Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious ; 
 
 Thy  empire  still  increase. 
 
 3  Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  forever, 
 0  Jesus,  King  of  kings  ! 
 
 Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor 
 
 Each  ransomed  captive  sings : 
 The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 
 
 The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 
 The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 
 
 The  song  responsive  raise.  Hastings. 
 
 270. 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.     Webb,  G.  Chain, 
 Light  breaking.  p.  104. 
 
 THE  morning  light  is  breaking, 
 The  darkness  disappears ; 
 The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 
 
 To  penitential  tears : 
 Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 
 
 Brings  tidings  from  afar 
 Of  nations  hi  commotion 
 Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 
 176 
 
MISSIONARY.  [271. 
 
 2  Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us, 
 In  many  a  gentle  shower, 
 
 And  brighter  scenes  before  us 
 
 Are  opening  every  hour: 
 Each  cry  to  heaven  going 
 
 Abundant  answer  brings, 
 And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing 
 
 With  peace  upon  their  wings. . 
 
 3  See  heathen  nations  bending 
 Before  the  God  of  love, 
 
 And  thousand  hearts  ascending 
 
 In  gratitude  above : 
 While  sinners,  now  confessing, 
 
 The  gospel's  call  obey, 
 And  seek  a  Saviour's  blessing, 
 
 A  nation  in  a  day. 
 
 4  Blest  River  of  salvation, 
 Pursue  thy  onward  way  : 
 
 Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 
 
 Xor  in  thy  richness  stay : 
 Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 
 
 Triumphant  reach  their  home, 
 Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 
 
 Proclaim  the  Lord  is  come.  S.  F.  Smith. 
 
 2ry-j  8th  P.  M.  8s,  7s  &  4s.         Angola. 
 
 I  X,  Missionary's  Departure. 
 
 V'ES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee; 
 X    All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well : 
 Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
 
 Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ? 
 Can  I  leave  you, 
 
 Far  in  distant  lands  to  dwell  ? 
 
 2  Home,  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely, 
 
 Joys  no  stranger's  heart  can  tell ; 
 Happy  home,  't  is  sure  I  love  thee, 
 Can  I,  can  I  say  farewell  ? 
 
 Can  I  leave  thee, 
 Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ?    * 
 H2  177 
 
272. J  REIGN    OF    CHRIST,   ETC. 
 
 3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 
 Holy  days  and  Sabbath  bell ; 
 
 Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure, 
 Can  I  say  a  last  farewell  ? 
 
 Can  I  leave  you, 
 Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 
 
 4  Yes,  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 
 From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well, 
 
 Far  away,  ye  billows  bear  me ; 
 Lovely  native  land,  farewell ! 
 
 Pleased  I  leave  thee — 
 Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 
 
 5  In  the  desert  let  me  labor, 
 On  the  mountain  let  me  tell 
 
 How  he  died,  the  blessed  Saviour, 
 To  redeem  a  world  from  hell ! 
 
 Let  me  hasten, 
 Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 
 
 6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean, 
 Let  the  winds  my  canvas  swell ; 
 
 Heaves  my  heart  Avith  warm  emotion, 
 While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell  ; 
 
 Glad  I  leave  thee, 
 Xative  land,  farewell !  farewell !  * 
 
 Q^Q  8th  P.  M.  8s,  7s  &  4s.     Ziox,  P.  C.  314. 
 
 hJ%hJm      Bring  the  glorious  Gospel  Day. 
 
 O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
 Cheered  by  no  celestial  ray, 
 Sun  of  righteousness,  arising, 
 
 Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day ! 
 
 Send  the  gospel 
 To  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 
 
 2  Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 
 Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 
 And,  from  th'  eastern  coast  to  western, 
 May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 
 
 And  redemption, 
 Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 
 178 
 
SECOND    COMING    OF    CHRIST.       [273,  274. 
 
 3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel! 
 
 Win  and  conquer,  never  cease ; 
 May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
 
 Multiply  and  still  increase; 
 
 Sway  thy  scepter, 
 Saviour!  all  the  world  around  !  P.   Williams. 
 
 Second  Coming  of  Christ. 
 
 2^V)  26th  P.  M,  7s  &  6s.  Eomaine. 
 
 i  O.  The  universal  Anthem. 
 
 TTTHEN  shall  the  voice  of  singing 
 M     Flow  joyfully  along? 
 When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 
 
 With  one  triumphant  song, 
 Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 
 
 And  him  who  once  was  slain, 
 Again  to  earth  descended, 
 
 In  righteousness  to  reign. 
 2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 
 
 The  sacred  shout  shall  fly  ; 
 And  shady  vales  and  fountains 
 
 Shall  echo  the  reply. 
 High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 
 
 Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
 All  hallelujah  swelling. 
 
 In  one  eternal  sound !  Pratt*  Coll. 
 
 2-y  a  C.  M.  Transport. 
 
 I  *±,  Arise,  shine,  for  thy  Light  is  come. 
 THAT  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh, 
 When  Zion's  light  shall  shine ; 
 She  shall  arise  and  shine  on  high, 
 Bright  as  the  morning  sun. 
 
 2  The  north  and  south  their  sons  resign, 
 And  earth's  foundation  bend  ; 
 
 Adorned  a  bride,  Jerusalem 
 All  glorious  shall  descend. 
 
 3  The  king  that  wears  the  golden  crown, 
 The  azure  flaming  bow, 
 
 The  holy  city  shall  bring  down, 
 To  bless  his  saints  below. 
 179 
 
275.]  SECOND    COMING   OF  CHRIST. 
 
 4  When  Zions  bleeding,  conquering  King, 
 Shall  sin  and  death  destroy, 
 
 The  morning  stars  together  sing, 
 And  Zion  shout  for  joy. 
 
 5  The  holy,  bright,  musician  band, 
 Who  play  on  harps  of  gold, 
 
 In  holy  order  see  they  stand, 
 
 Fair  Salem  to  behold.  * 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.  Webb. 
 
 The  Bridegroom  cometh. 
 
 REJOICE,  all  ye  believers, 
 And  let  your  lights  appear, 
 The  evening  is  advancing, 
 
 And  midnight  now  is  near : 
 The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 
 
 And  soon  he  draweth  nigh : 
 
 Up,  up,  and  watch,  and  wrestle, 
 
 At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 
 
 Chokus  :  Rejoice,  all  ye  believers, 
 
 And  let  your  lights  appear, 
 The  evening  is  advancing, 
 And  midnight  now  is  near. 
 
 2  See  that  your  lamps  are  burning, 
 Replenish  them  with  oil, 
 
 And  wait  for  your  salvation — 
 
 The  end  of  earthly  toil. 
 The  watchers  on  the  mountain 
 
 Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near  : 
 Go  meet  him,  as  he  cometh, 
 
 With  hallelujahs  clear. 
 
 3  Ye  wise  and  holy  virgins, 
 Now  raise  your  voices  higher, 
 
 Till,  in  the  songs  of  Jubilee, 
 
 They  meet  the  angel  choir. 
 The  marriage  feast  is  waiting, 
 
 The  doors  wide  open  stand, 
 Be  ready,  then,  to  meet  him, 
 
 The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 
 180 
 
SECOND    COMING    OF   CHRIST.  [276. 
 
 4  Ye  saints  who  here  in  patience 
 Your  cross  and  suff 'rings  bore, 
 
 Shall  live  and  reign  forever, 
 When  sorrow  is  no  more. 
 
 Around  the  throne  of  glory, 
 The  Lamb  ye  shall  behold, 
 
 In  triumph  east  before  him 
 Your  diadems  of  gold  ! 
 
 5  Our  Hope  and  Expectation, 
 O  Jesus  !  now  appear  ; 
 
 Arise,  thou  Sun,  so  longed  for, 
 O'er  this  benighted  sphere  ! 
 
 With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 
 We  plead,  O  Lord,  to  see 
 
 The  day  of  earth's  redemption, 
 That  brings  us  unto  thee ! 
 
 276. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s.         Edyfield. 
 
 Christ's  universal  Reign. 
 
 HASTEN,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 
 When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
 Every  nation,  every  clime, 
 Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 
 
 2  Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own  ; 
 Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore ; 
 
 Satan  and  his  host  o'erthrown, 
 
 Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 
 
 3  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease; 
 Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain ; 
 
 Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
 Undisturbed,  shall  ever  reign. 
 
 4  Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord ; 
 Ever  praise  his  glorious  name ; 
 
 All  his  mighty  acts  record, — 
 
 .    All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim.  Lyte. 
 
 181 
 
277.] 
 
 SECOND    COMING    OF    CHRIST. 
 
 277. 
 
 3rd  P.  or  H.  M. 
 
 The  wise  Virgins  arising. 
 
 T^E  virgin  souls,  arise ! 
 
 1    With  all  the  dead  awake, 
 Unto  salvation  wise, 
 
 Oil  from  your  vessels  take. 
 Upstarting  at  the  midnight-cry 
 Behold  your  heavenly  Bridegroom  nigh. 
 
 2  He  comes,  he  comes,  to  call 
 The  nations  to  his  bar, 
 
 And  takes  to  glory  all 
 
 Who  meet  for  glory  are ; 
 Make  ready  for  your  free  reward — 
 Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord. 
 
 3  Go,  meet  him  in  the  sky, 
 Your  everlasting  Friend ; 
 
 Your  Head  to  glorify, 
 
 With  all  his  saints  ascend : 
 Ye  pure  in  heart,  obtain  the  grace ; 
 To  see,  without  a  vail,  his  face. 
 
 4  Ye  that  have  here  received 
 The  unction  from  above, 
 
 And  in  his  Spirit  lived, 
 
 And  thirsted  for  his  love — 
 Jesus  shall  claim  you  for  his  bride. 
 Rejoice  with  all  the  sanctified. 
 
 5  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope 
 
 Of  that  great  day  unknown, 
 When  you  shall  be  caught  up 
 
 To  stand  before  his  throne ; 
 Called  to  partake  the  marriage  feast, 
 And  lean  on  our  Immanuel's  breast. 
 
 6  The  everlasting  doors 
 
 Shall  soon  the  saints  receive, 
 Above  with  angel  powers 
 
 In  glorious  joy  to  live : 
 Far  from  a  world  of  grief  and  sin, 
 With  God  eternally  shut  in. 
 182 
 
 Lexox. 
 
THE   HOLY   SPIRIT.  [278,  279. 
 
 7  Then  let  us  wait  to  hear 
 The  trumpet's  welcome  Bound; 
 
 To  see  our  Lord  appear — 
 May  we  be  watching  found, 
 
 Enrobed  in  righteousness  divine, 
 
 In  which  the  bride  shall  ever  shine. 
 
 THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 
 
 ^\  ^  q  B.   M.  Thatcher. 
 
 <£  i  (J.   Who  vjorleth  in  you  both  to  will  and.  to  do. 
 
 nW\  IS  God  the  Spirit  leads 
 X   In  paths  before  unknown  ; 
 
 The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 
 The  strength  is  all  his  own. 
 
 2  Supported  by  his  grace, 
 We  still  pursue  our  way, 
 
 And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize, 
 Secure  in  endless  day. 
 
 3  'T  is  he  that  works  to  will, 
 7Tis  he  that  works  to  do, 
 
 This  is  the  power  by  which  to  act. 
 
 This  is  the  glory  too.  Beddome. 
 
 fityf\  L-    "vf-  ROTHWELL. 
 
 n*  I  t;  *   The  Spirit  enlightens  and  renews. 
 
 ETERXAL  Spirit,  we  confess 
 And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace ; 
 Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down, 
 From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 
 
 2  Enlightened  by  thy  heavenly  ray, 
 Our  shades  and  darkn ess  turn  to  day ; 
 Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know, 
 Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 
 
 3  Thy  power  and  glory  w<_>rk  within, 
 And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin ; 
 Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 
 
 And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 
 183 
 
280,  281.]  THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 
 
 4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice ; 
 
 Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys ; 
 
 Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
 
 And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind.  Watts. 
 
 QQA  L.  M.  Elparan. 
 
 £o\).  The  Spirit's  Power. 
 
 COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
 With  light  and  comfort  from  above, 
 Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide  ; 
 O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 
 
 2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 
 From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare ; 
 Lead  to  thy  word,  that  rules  must  give, 
 And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 
 
 3  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 
 That  we  may  know  and  love  thy  way ; 
 Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
 
 That  we  from  thee  may  ne'er  depart. 
 
 4  Lead  us  to  righteousness,  the  road 
 That  we  must  take,  to  dwell  with  God : 
 Lead  us  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
 
 Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is.  * 
 
 OQ1  L.  M.  Effingham. 
 
 /COjL»     Prayer  for  penteeostal  Showers. 
 
 C10ME,  Holy  Spirit,  raise  our  songs 
 I  To  reach  the  wonders  of  the  day, 
 When  with  the  fiery  cloven  tongues 
 
 Thou  didst  those  glorious  scenes  display. 
 
 2  Oh  't  was  a  most  auspicious  hour, 
 Season  of  grace  and  sweet  delight, 
 
 When  thou  didst  come  with  mighty  power, 
 And  light  of  truth  divinely  bright. 
 
 3  By  this  the  blest  disciples  knew 
 Their  risen  Head  had  entered  heaven ; 
 
 Had  now  obtained  the  promise  due, 
 Fully  by  God  the  Father  given. 
 184 
 
the  holy  srirjT.  [282,  283. 
 
 4  Lord,  we  believe  to  us  and  ours 
 The  apostolic  promise  given ; 
 
 We  want  the  pentecostal  powers, 
 
 The  Holy  Ghost  sent  down  from  heaven. 
 
 5  If  every  one  that  asks  may  find, 
 If  still  thou  dost  on  sinners  fall, 
 
 Come  as  a  mighty  rushing  wind ; 
 
 Great  grace  be  now  upon  us  all.  * 
 
 S.  M.  Olmutz. 
 
 )/0m    Prayer  for  the  Spirits  Influence. 
 
 pOME,  Holy  Spirit,  come ; 
 
 \J  .Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
 Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
 The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 
 
 2  Convince  us  of  our  sin ; 
 
 Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
 And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
 The  mercies  of  our  God. 
 
 3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 
 Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
 
 And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
 Of  never-dying  love. 
 
 4  'T  is  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 
 To  sanctify-  the  soul, 
 
 To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
 And  new-create  the  whole. 
 
 5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come ; 
 Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
 
 Then  shall  we  know  and  praise  and  love 
 
 The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee.  Hart. 
 
 4lOO.  Offices  of  the  Spirit. 
 
 POWER  from  on  high,  0  God,  impart — 
 Power  in  thy  gospel  to  believe, 
 Power  to  surrender  our  whole  heart, 
 Power  all  thy  mercy  to  receive. j 
 
 185 
 
284.]  THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 
 
 2  The  word  to  us  in  vain  were  given, 
 We  hear,  we  read,  we  learn  in  vain, 
 
 In  vain  thy  Son  came  down  from  heaven, 
 If  thou  the  Spirit's  might  restrain. 
 
 3  Here  be  his  sacred  influence  felt, 
 
 With  searching,  cleansing,  quickening  force, 
 Till  souls  of  mill-stone  hardness  melt, 
 And  flow  like  waters  from  their  source. 
 
 4  Convinced  and  humbled  in  the  dust, 
 Beneath  the  burden  of  our  guilt, 
 
 We  own  thy  law's  dread  sentence  just, 
 But  plead  the  blood  of 'pardon  spilt. 
 
 5  Thy  Spirit  witness  with  that  blood, 
 And  Christ,  our  Saviour,  glorify — 
 
 While  we,  as  children  born  of  God, 
 YTirh  rapture,  "Abba!  Father ! n  cry. 
 
 Montgomery. 
 
 2q  i  9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.       Bartimeus 
 
 bJio         For  the  Gift  of  the  Spirit     or  KlPLEY- 
 
 HOLY  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness, 
 Pierce  the  clouds  of  sinful  night ; 
 Come,  thou  source  of  sweetest  gladness, 
 Breathe  thy  life  and  spread  thy  light  ; 
 Rest  upon  this  congregation : 
 
 Loving  Spirit,  God  of  peace, 
 Hear,  oh  !  hear  our  supplication, 
 Great  Distributor  of  grace. 
 
 2  From  that  height  which  knows  no  measure, 
 
 As  a  gracious  shower  descend : 
 Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 
 
 Man  can  wish,  or  God  can  send. 
 Grant  us  thy  illumination ; 
 
 O  Thou  Glory,  shining  down, 
 Rest  on  all  this  congregation, 
 
 From  the  Father  and  the  Son. 
 186 
 
THE   HOLY   SPIRIT.  [285,  286. 
 
 3  Come,  thou  best  of  all  donations 
 God  can  give,  or  we  implore ; 
 
 Hiving  thy  sweet  consolations, 
 
 We  need  wish  for  nothing  more; 
 ■n  all  this  congregation, 
 
 Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
 Make  our  hearts  thy  habitation, 
 
 Come  upon  us  from  above.  Burden? 's  Coll. 
 
 ^)Q*~'  L.    M.  PlLESGROVE. 
 
 rvO'J.  The  premised  Comforter. 
 
 LORD,  we  believe  to  us  and  ours 
 The  apostolic  promise  given ; 
 We  wait  the  pentecostal  powers, — 
 
 The  Holy  Ghost  sent  down  from  heaven, 
 
 2  Assembled  here  with  one  accord, 
 Calmly  we  wait  the  promised  grace, — 
 
 The  purchase  of  our  dying  Lord ; 
 
 Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  fill  the  place. 
 
 3  If  every  one  that  asks  may  find, — 
 If  still  thou  dost  on  sinners  fall, — 
 
 Come  as  a  mighty  rushing  wind ; 
 Great  grace  be  now  upon  us  ail. 
 
 4-  Ah !  leave  us  not  to  mourn  below, 
 
 Or  long  for  thy  return  to  pine ; 
 ZSTow,  Lord,  the  Comforter  bestow, 
 
 And  fix  in  us  the  Guest  divine.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 00 /-a  C.  M.  Coronation. 
 
 ^00.  Life,  Light,  and  Love. 
 
 EXTHROXED  on  high,  Almighty  Lord, 
 The  Holy  Ghost  send  down ; 
 Fulfill  in  us  thy  faithful  word, 
 And  all  thy  mercies  crown. 
 
 2  Though  on  our  heads  no  tongues  of  fire 
 
 Their  wondrous  powers  impart, 
 Grant,  Saviour,  what  we  more  desire, — 
 
 Thy  Spirit  in  our  heart. 
 
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287.]  THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 
 
 3  Spirit  of  life,  and  light,  and  love, 
 Thy  heavenly  influence  give  ; 
 
 Quicken  our  souls,  our  guilt  remove, 
 That  we  in  Christ  may  live. 
 
 4  To  our  benighted  minds  reveal 
 The  glories  of  his  grace, 
 
 And  bring  us  where  no  clouds  conceal 
 The  brightness  of  his  face. 
 
 5  His  love  within  us  shed  abroad, — 
 Life's  ever-springing  well : 
 
 Till  God  in  us,  and  we  in  God, 
 
 In  love  eternal  dwell.  Humphries. 
 
 QQry  S.  M.  Lisbon. 
 
 ZO  I  .  The  Day  of  Pentecost 
 
 LOED  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 
 In  this  accepted  hour, 
 As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
 Descend  in  all  thy  power. 
 
 2  We  meet  with  one  accord 
 In  our  appointed  place, 
 
 And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, — 
 The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 
 
 3  Like  mighty  rushing  wind 
 Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
 
 Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind ; 
 One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe. 
 
 4  The  young,  the  old,  inspire 
 "With  wisdom  from  above ; 
 
 And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire, 
 To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 
 
 5  Spirit  of  light,  explore, 
 
 And  chase  our  gloom  away, — 
 With  luster  shining  more  and  more, 
 Unto  the  perfect  day. 
 
 6  Spirit  of  truth,  be  thou, 
 
 In  life  and  death,  our  guide; 
 0  Spirit  of  adoption,  now 
 
 M ay  we  be  sanctified.  Montgomery. 
 
 188 
 
288 
 
 THE  HOLY   SPIRIT.  [288,  289. 
 
 --)  S.  M.  Smitiifield. 
 
 The  revealing  and  witnessing  Spirit* 
 
 QPIRIT  of  faith,  come  down, 
 
 lO  Reveal  the  things  of  God ; 
 
 And  make  to  us  the  Godhead  known, 
 
 And  witness  with  the  blood : 
 ?T  is  thine  the  blood  t'  apply, 
 
 And  give  as  eyes  to  see, 
 That  he  who  did  for  sinners  die, 
 
 Hath  surely  died  for  me. 
 
 2  No  man  can  truly  say 
 That  Jesus  is  the  Lord, 
 
 Unless  thou  take  the  vail  away, 
 
 And  breathe  the  living  word : 
 Then,  only  then,  we  feel 
 
 Our  interest  in  his  blood ; 
 And  cry,  with  joy  unspeakable, — 
 
 Thou  art  my  Lord,  my  God ! 
 
 3  Oh  that  the  world  might  know 
 The  all-atoning  Lamb ! 
 
 Spirit  of  faith,  descend  and  show 
 
 The  virtue  of  his  name  : 
 The  grace  which  all  may  find, 
 
 The  saving  power  impart : 
 And  testify  to  all  mankind, 
 
 And  speak  in  every  heart.  C  Wesley. 
 
 OOCk  ^'  ^  Cowpeb. 
 
 tC  0  •/  •         Fea r  of  grie vin g  the  Sp iriL 
 
 i  ND  shall  I  still  the  Spirit  grieve, 
 XJl  And  still  reject  his  call  ? 
 Oh,  will  he  not  the  rebel  leave 
 In  sin's  dark  way  to  fall? 
 
 2  Shall  I  the  heavenly  Friend  refuse, 
 
 And  drive  him  from  my  heart  ? 
 Kis  warnings  and  his  love  abuse, 
 
 And  bid  him  hence  depart  ? 
 189 
 
290,  291.] 
 
 THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 
 
 3  Will  lie  not  justly  give  me  o'er, 
 Though  ready  now  to  save  ? 
 
 Will  he  not  bar  the  heavenly  door, 
 When  I  his  pity  crave  ? 
 
 4  "  Depart"— will  he  at  last  reply? 
 Oh,  may  I  now  attend ; 
 
 Xow  to  the  cross  for  mercy  fly, 
 And  make  my  God  my  friend. 
 
 Pres.  Coll. 
 
 S.  M.  Shirland. 
 
 Prayer  to  the  Soli/  Spirit. 
 
 BLEST  Comforter  divine  ! 
 Whose  rays  of  heavenly  love 
 Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
 And  point  our  souls  above. 
 
 2  Thou — who  with  "still  small  voice," 
 Dost  stop  the  sinner's  way, 
 
 And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 
 Though  earthly  joys  decay: 
 
 3  Thou — whose  inspiring  breath 
 Can  make  the  cloud  of  care, 
 
 And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death 
 A  smile  of  glory  wear. 
 
 4  Thou — who  dost  fill  the  heart 
 With  love  to  all  our  race, 
 
 Blest  Comforter ! — to  us  impart 
 
 The  blessings  of  thy  grace.  Pres.  Coll. 
 
 *ld\.Beh 
 
 3d  P.  or  H.  M, 
 
 Huron. 
 
 olcing  in  the  Fulfillment  of  the  Promise. 
 
 DINNERS,  lift  up  your  hearts, 
 O  The  promise  to  receive  ; 
 Jesus  himself  imparts, — 
 He  comes  in  man  to  live : 
 
 The  Holy  Ghost  to  man  is  given, 
 Iiejoice  in  God  sent  down  from  heaven. 
 190 
 
THE    HOLY    SPIRIT.  [292. 
 
 2  Jesus  iS  glorified, 
 
 And  gives  the  Comforter, 
 His  Spirit,  to  reside 
 
 In  all  his  members  here ; 
 The  Holy  ( rhost  to  man  is  given ; 
 Rejoice  in  God  sent  down  from  heaven. 
 
 3  To  make  an  end  of  sin, 
 And  Satan's  works  destroy, 
 
 He  brings  his  kingdom  in, — 
 
 Peace,  righteousness,  and  joy  : 
 The  Holy  Ghost  to  man  is  given; 
 Rejoice  in  God  sent  down  from  heaven. 
 
 4  From  heaven  he  shall  once  more 
 Triumphantly  descend, 
 
 And  all  bis  saints  restore 
 To  joys  that  never  end  : 
 Then,  then,  when  all  our  joys  are  given, 
 Rejoice  in  God,  rejoice  in  heaven.  C.  Wesley* 
 
 OAO  G.  M.  Woopi*A2ro. 
 
 hJfj hJ%  Source  of  Light  and  Joy. 
 
 G1EEAT  Spirit,  by  whose  mighty  power 
 K  All  creatures  live  and  move, 
 On  as  thy  benediction  shower; 
 Inspire  our  souls  with  love. 
 
 2  Hail.  Source  of  light  1  arise  and  shine; 
 All  gloom  and  doubt  dispel ; 
 
 Give  peace  and  joy,  for  we  are  thine  ; 
 In  us  forever  dwell. 
 
 3  From  death  to  life  our  spirits  raise, 
 And  full  redemption  bring ; 
 
 New  tongues  impart  to  speak  the  praise 
 Of  Christ,  our  God  and  King. 
 
 4  Thine  inward  witness  bear,  unknown 
 To  all  the  world  beside ; 
 
 With  joy  we  then  shall  feel  and  own 
 
 Our  Saviour  glorified.  Haueis. 
 
 191 
 
293,  294.J 
 
 MINISTERIAL,  PASTOEAL  AND  ORDINATION. 
 
 29° 
 
 L.  M.  All  Saints, 
 
 0«  The  Coming  of  a  Pastor. 
 
 1T7E  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 
 
 V  ?     Of  Jesus,  our  exalted  Head ; 
 Come  as  a  servant :  so  He  came ; 
 And  we  receive  thee  in  his  stead. 
 
 2  Come  as  a  shepherd :  guard  and  keep 
 This  fold  from  Satan  and  from  sin  : 
 
 Nourish  the  lambs,  and  feed  the  sheep : 
 The  wounded  heal,  the  lost  bring  in. 
 
 3  Come  as  a  watchman :  take  thy  stand 
 Upon  thy  tower  on  Zion's  height ; 
 
 And  when  the  sword  comes  on  the  land, 
 Warn  us  to  flee,  or  teach  to  fight. 
 
 4  Come  as  an  angel,  hence  to  guide 
 A  band  of  pilgrims  on  their  way ; 
 
 That,  safely  walking  at  thy  side, 
 We  never  fail,  nor  faint,  nor  stray. 
 
 5  Come  as  a  teacher  sent  from  God, 
 Charged  his  whole  counsel  to  declare ; 
 
 Lift  o'er  our  ranks  the  prophet's  rod, 
 
 While  we  uphold  thy  hands  with  prayer. 
 
 6  Come  as  a  messenger  of  peace, 
 Filled  with  the  Spirit,  fired  with  love ; 
 
 Live  to  behold  our  large  increase, 
 
 And  die  to  meet  us  all  above.  Montgomery. 
 
 294. 
 
 L.  M.  Duke  Street. 
 
 Christ's  constraining  Love. 
 
 SAVIOUR  of  men,  thy  searching  eye 
 Doth  all  mine  inmost  thoughts  descry : 
 Doth  aught  on  earth  my  wishes  raise, 
 Or  the  world's  pleasure,  or  its  praise  ? 
 192 
 
MINISTERIAL   AND    TASTORAL.  [295. 
 
 2  The  love  of  Christ  doth  me  constrain 
 To  seek  the  wandering  souls  of  men ; 
 With  cries,  entreaties,  tears,  to  save, — 
 To  snatch  them  from  the  gaping  grave. 
 
 3  For  this  let  men  revile  my  name ; 
 No  cross  I  shun,  I  fear  no  shame : 
 
 All  hail,  reproach  ;  and  welcome,  pain; 
 Only  thy  terrors,  Lord,  restrain. 
 
 4  My  life,  my  blood,  I  here  present, 
 If  for  thy  truth  they  may  be  spent ; 
 Fulfill  thy  sovereign  counsel,  Lord ; 
 Thy  will  be  done,  thy  name  adored. 
 
 5  Give  me  thy  strength,  O  God  of  power: 
 Then  let  winds  blow,  or  thunders  roar, 
 Thy  faithful  witness  will  I  be  : 
 
 'T  is  fixed ;  I  can  do  all  through  thee.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 L.  11  Old  Hundred. 
 
 The  great  Commission. 
 
 >Hn  "WAS  Jesus'  last  and  great  command, 
 X    "  Go,  preach  my  word  in  ever}'  land, 
 To  all  be  my  salvation  shown, 
 To  even-  creature  make  it  known. 
 
 2  While  thus  employed,  expect  my  grace, 
 Attending  you  from  place  to  place ; 
 Where'er  you  meet  expect  me  there, 
 
 In  church,  or  house,  or  open  air." 
 
 3  Commissioned  thus,  we  come  abroad, 
 To  preach  the  gospel  of  our  God ; 
 The  love  of  God  in  Christ  to  tell, 
 The  love  that  saves  from  sin  and  hell. 
 
 4  Jesus,  our  Lord,  thy  word  fulfill, 
 Thy  Spirit's  power  be  with  us  still ; 
 May  all  our  souls  thy  blessings  share, 
 
 Accept  our  praise  and  hear  our  prayer.  * 
 
 I  193 
 
296,  297.]  MINISTERIAL   AND 
 
 C)f\f*  &   M.  BOTLSTON. 
 
 (C*)\)*  Soiv  beside  all  Waters. 
 
 SOW  in  the  morn  thy  seed ; 
 At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand ; 
 To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, — 
 Broad-cast  it  o'er  the  land. 
 
 2  Thou  know'st  not  which  shall  thrive, — 
 The  late  or  early  sown; 
 
 Grace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 
 When  and  wherever  strown : 
 
 3  And  duly  shall  appear, 
 
 In  vendure,  beauty,  strength, 
 The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
 And  the  full  corn  at  length. 
 
 4  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain : 
 Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 
 
 Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
 For  garners  in  the  sky. 
 
 5  Then  when  the  glorious  end, 
 The  day  of  God,  is  come, 
 
 The  angel  reapers  shall  descend 
 
 And  shout  the  "  Harvest-home !  "        Montgomery. 
 
 OfYv  C.  M.  Lanesboro. 
 
 (yjSu  I  i  Encouraging  the  Gospel  Messenger. 
 
 GO,  and  the  Saviour's  grace  proclaim, 
 Ye  messengers  of  God ; 
 Go,  publish  through  Immanuers  name, 
 Salvation  bought  with  blood. 
 
 2  "What  though  your  arduous  task  may  lie 
 Through  regions  dark  as  death  ; 
 
 What  though  your  faith  and  zeal  to  try, 
 Perils  beset  your  path  ? 
 
 3  Yet  with  determined  courage  go, 
 And  armed  with  power  divine, 
 
 Your  God  will  needful  aid  bestow, 
 And  on  your  labors  shine. 
 194 
 
TASTORAL.  [298. 
 
 4  Ho  who  has  called  you  to  the  war, 
 Will  recompense  your  pains; 
 
 Before  Messiah's  conquering  car, 
 Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains. 
 
 5  Shrink  not,  though  earth  and  hell  oppose, 
 But  plead  your  Master's  cause  : 
 
 Nor  doubt  that  e'en  your  mighty  foes, 
 
 Shall  bow  before  his  cross.  * 
 
 298, 
 
 S.  M.  Silver  Street. 
 
 How  beautiful  upon  the  3fountai?i" 
 
 HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
 Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ; 
 That  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
 And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 
 
 2  How  charming  is  their  voice, 
 So  sweet  the  tidings  are ; 
 
 "  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King  ; 
 He  reigns  and  triumphs  here !  " 
 
 3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
 That  hear  the  joyful  sound, 
 
 Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
 And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 
 
 4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 
 That  see  tins  heavenly  light ; 
 
 Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
 But  died  without  the  sight ! 
 
 5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
 And  tuneful  notes  employ ; 
 
 Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
 And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 
 
 6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
 Through  all  the  earth  abroad : 
 
 Let  every  nation  now  behold 
 
 Their  Saviour  and  their  God.  Waits, 
 
 195 
 
299,  300.]  MINISTERIAL   AND 
 
 OQQ  C.  M.  Coventry. 
 
 h**J*J9         God's  Blessing  on  the  Word. 
 
 MOW,  Lord,  fulfill  thy  faithful  word,— 
 1 1    Thy  servants'  labors  bless  ; 
 Now  let  the  prayer  of  faith  be  heard, 
 And  grant  them  full  success. 
 
 2  Long  have  they  in  thy  vineyard  wrought, 
 And  with  unwearied  toil ; 
 
 Alas !  they  spend  their  strength  for  naught, 
 L'pon  a  sterile  soil. 
 
 3  Arise,  O  God,  exert  thy  power ; 
 Thy  people's  hopes  sustain : 
 
 And  richly  on  thy  vineyard  shower 
 The  first  and  latter  rain. 
 
 4  Lord,  we  commend  the  work  to  thee ; 
 Thy  servants  guide  and  bless ; 
 
 Thy  guidance  gives  security, — 
 
 Thy  blessing, — full  success.  West. 
 
 QAA  L.  M.  Ltjtzen. 
 
 OUU.  The  Ministry  instituted. 
 
 THE  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose, 
 In  splendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes, 
 Scattered  his  gifts  on  men  below, 
 And  still  his  royal  bounties  flow. 
 
 2  Hence  sprang  th'  apostles'  honored  name, 
 Sacred  beyond  heroic  fame : 
 
 In  humbler  forms,  before  our  eyes, 
 Pastors  and  teachers  hence  arise. 
 
 3  From  Christ  they  all  their  gifts  derive, 
 And,  fed  by  Christ,  their  graces  live : 
 While,  guarded  by  his  mighty  hand, 
 'Midst  all  the  rage  of  hell  they  stand. 
 
 4  So  shall  the  bright  succession  run 
 Through  all  the  courses  of  the  sun ; 
 While  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 
 Shall  rise  and  flourish  large  and  fair. 
 
 196 
 
 i 
 
PASTORAL.  [301,  302. 
 
 5  Jesus,  now  teach  our  hearts  to  know 
 
 The  spring  whence  all  these  blessings  flow ; 
 
 Pastors  and  people  shout  thy  praise, 
 
 Through  the  long  round  of  endless  days.    Doddridge. 
 
 Cifyi  C.  M.  Victory. 
 
 OUJL.       The  Minister's  only  Business. 
 
 JESUS,  the  Xame  high  over  all, 
 In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky ; 
 Angels  and  men  before  it  fall, 
 And  devils  fear  and  fly. 
 
 2  Jesus,  the  name  to  sinners  dear, 
 The  name  to  sinners  given  ! 
 
 It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear ; 
 It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 
 
 3  Jesus  the  prisoner's  fetters  breaks, 
 And  bruises  Satan's  he-ad  ; 
 
 Power  into  strengthless  souls  he  speaks, 
 ,    And  life  into  the  dead. 
 
 4  Oh  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see, 
 The  riches  of  his  grace : 
 
 The  arms  of  li>ve  that  compass  me 
 Would  all  mankind  embrace. 
 
 5  His  only  righteousness  I  show, 
 His  saving  truth  proclaim  : 
 
 'T  is  all  my  business  here  below, 
 To  cry  "  Behold  the  Lamb." 
 
 6  Happy,  if  with  my  latest  breath 
 I  may  but  gasp  his  name ! 
 
 Preach  him  to  all,  and  cry  in  death, 
 
 "  Behold,  behold  the  Lamb ! "  C.  Wesley. 
 
 QAO  ^'  "  Lisbon. 
 
 01/,-v'i  Laborers  in  the  Vineyard  of  the  Lord. 
 
 AND  let  our  bodies  part, — 
 To  diffrent  climes  repair; 
 Inseparably  joined  in  heart 
 The  friends  of  Jesus  are. 
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303.] 
 
 MINISTERIAL   AND 
 
 2  Oh  let  us  still  proceed 
 In  Jesus'  work  below; 
 
 And,  following  our  triumphant  Head, 
 To  further  conquest  go. 
 
 3  The  vineyard  of  the  Lord 
 Before  his  laborers  lies ; 
 
 And  lo !  wre  see  the  vast  reward 
 Which  waits  us  in  the  skies. 
 
 4  Oh  let  our  heart  and  mind 
 Continually  ascend, 
 
 That  haven  of  repose  to  find, 
 Where  all  our  labors  end ; 
 
 5  Where  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 
 Our  suffering  and  our  pain : 
 
 Who  meet  on  that  eternal  shore, 
 Shall  never  part  again. 
 
 a  Wesley. 
 
 303. 
 
 L.  M. 
 
 The  Minister's  Prayer. 
 
 GONDA. 
 
 QHALL  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  man,       # 
 O  The  Spirit's  course  in  me  restrain? 
 Or,  undismayed  in  deed  and  word, 
 Be  a  true  witness  of  my  Lord  ? 
 
 2  Awed  by  a  mortal's  frown,  shall  I 
 Conceal  the  word  of  God  Most  High ! 
 How  then  before  thee  shall  I  dare 
 To  stand,  or  how  thine  anger  bear  ? 
 
 3  Shall  I,  to  soothe  th'  unholy  throng, 
 Soften  thy  truth,  or  smooth  my  tongue, 
 To  gain  earth's  gilded  toys, — or  flee 
 The  cross  endured,  my  Lord,  by  thee  ? 
 
 4  What  then  is  he  whose  scorn  I  dread 
 Whose  wrath  or  hate  makes  me  afraid  ? 
 A  man !  an  heir  of  death  !  a  slave 
 
 To  sin !  a  bubble  on  the  wave ! 
 198 
 
 J.  Wesley. 
 
PASTORAL.  [304,  305. 
 
 q/\  i  C.  M.  Marlow. 
 
 OUt:.  Let  thy  Priests  be  clothed  with  Salvation. 
 
 JESUS,  the  word  of  mercy  give, 
 And  let  it  swiftly  run  ; 
 
 And  let  the  priests  themselves  believe, 
 And  put  salvation  on. 
 
 2  Clothed  with  the  Spirit  of  Holiness, 
 May  all  thy  people  prove 
 
 The  plenitude  of  gospel  grace, 
 The  joy  of  perfect  love. 
 
 3  Jesus,  let  all  thy  lovers  shine, 
 Illustrious  as  the  sub, 
 
 And  bright  with  borrowed  rays  divine, 
 Their  glorious  circuit  run. 
 
 4  Beyond  the  reach  of  mortals,  spread 
 Their  light  where'er  they  go ; 
 
 And  heavenly  influences  shed 
 On  all  the  world  below. 
 
 5  As  giants  may  they  run  their  race, 
 Exulting  on  their  might ; 
 
 As  burning  luminaries  chase 
 The  gloom  of  hellish  night. 
 
 6  As  the  bright  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
 Their  healing  wings  display ; 
 
 And  let  their  luster  still  increase 
 
 Unto  the  perfect  day.  C.  Wcs!>.y. 
 
 .QAw  C.    ML  CHPwISTM^S. 
 
 OUO.  The  p'tatoral  Omce. 
 
 LET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake 
 And  take  th'  alarm  they  give, 
 X ow  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God, 
 Their  solemn  charge  receive. 
 
 2  T  is  not  a  cause  of  small  import, 
 
 The  pastor's  care  demands : 
 But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
 
 And  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 
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306.]  MINISTERIAL   AND 
 
 3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 
 Did  heavenly  bliss  forego ! 
 
 For  souls,  which  must  forever  live, 
 In  raptures,  or  in  woe. 
 
 4  And  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 
 Th'  account  to  render  there ; 
 
 And  shouldst  thou  strictly  mark  our  faults, 
 Lord,  where  should  we  appear! 
 
 5  May  they  that  Jesus,  whom  they  preach, 
 Their  own  Redeemer  see, 
 
 And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
 
 That  they  may  watch  for  thee.  Doddridge, 
 
 306. 
 
 L.  M,  Warren. 
 
 Prepare  ye  the  Way  of  the  Lord. 
 
 C10MFOET,  ye  ministers  of  grace, 
 /  Comfort  the  people  of  your  Lord ; 
 Oh  lift  ye  up  the  fallen  race, 
 
 And  cheer  them  by  the  gospel  word. 
 
 2  Go  into  every  nation,  go, 
 
 Speak  to  their  trembling  hearts,  and  cry : 
 Glad  tidings  unto  all  we  show ; 
 Jerusalem,  thy  God  is  nigh. 
 
 3  Hark !  in  the  wilderness  a  cry, 
 
 A  voice  that  loudly  calls,  Prepare! 
 Prepare  your  hearts,  for  God  is  nigh, 
 And  means  to  make  his  entrance  there ! 
 
 4  The  Lord  shall  clear  his  way  through  all, 
 Whate'er  obstructs,  obstructs  in  vain ; 
 
 The  vale  shall  rise,  the  mountain  fall, 
 Crooked  be  straight,  and  rugged  plain. 
 
 5  The  glory  of  the  Lord  displayed 
 Shall  all  mankind  together  view, 
 
 And  what  his  mouth  in  truth  hath  said, 
 
 His  own  almighty  hand  shall  do.  C  Wesley. 
 
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TASTORAL.  [307,  308. 
 
 OA!y  ^*  ^  Duke  Street. 
 
 OU  I  •  Freedom  to  the  Captives. 
 
 GO  forth,  ye  heralds,  and  proclaim 
 The  wonders  of  a  Saviour's  name ; 
 Proclaim  the  year  of  jubilee, 
 And  bid  the  captives  now  go  free. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Oh  hallelujah  !  grace  is  free : 
 There 's  enough  for  each,  enougk  for  all, 
 Enough  for  evermore. 
 
 2  Go  spread  the  victory  of  his  cross, 
 And  reckon  all  things  else  but  loss ; 
 Waft  the  glad  sound  from  sea  to  sea, 
 And  bid  the  captives  now  go  free. 
 
 3  Go  tell  poor  sinners  all  around, 
 The  dead  may  live,  the  lost  be  found ; 
 Show  what  he  purchased  on  the  tree, 
 And  bid  the  captives  now  go  free. 
 
 4  Proclaim  the  gospel  news  around, 
 That  all  may  know  the  joyful  sound ; 
 Go  sound  the  trump  of  jubilee, 
 And  bid  the  captives  now  go  free. 
 
 5  The  great  commission !  make  it  known; 
 Let  bleeding  love  to  all  be  shown ; 
 
 The  deaf  may  hear,  the  blind  may  see, 
 And  every  captive  soul  go  free. 
 
 6  'T  is  blessed  news  !  ye  heralds,  run ; 
 Soon  will  your  day  of  toil  be  done ; 
 'T  is  grace,  free  grace  and  liberty, 
 
 And  captives  all  may  now  go  free.  * 
 
 OAQ  ^*  ^'  Sherland. 
 
 OUO.     Tfie  Servant  to  follow  his  Master. 
 
 *\TE  messengers  of  Christ, 
 JL    His  sovereign  voice  obey ; 
 Arise !  and  follow  where  he  leads, 
 And  peace  attend  your  wav. 
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309.]  MINISTERIAL  AND 
 
 2  The  Master  whom  you  serve, 
 Will  needful  strength  bestow ; 
 
 Depending  on  his  promised  aid, 
 With  sacred  courage  go. 
 
 3  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 
 And  hell  in  vain  oppose : 
 
 The  cause  is  God's,  and  must  prevail, 
 In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 
 
 4  Go,  spread  the  Saviour's  fame, 
 And  tell  his  matchless  grace, 
 
 To  the  most  guilty  and  depraved 
 Of  Adam's  num'rous  race. 
 
 5  We  wish  you  in  his  name, 
 Great  courage  and  success ; 
 
 Assured  that  he  who  sends  you  forth, 
 
 •    Will  your  endeavors  bless.  Yoke. 
 
 OAQ  8th  P.  M.  8s,  7s  &  4s.       Oliphant. 
 
 Ol/t/»  After  receiving  Appointments  at  Conf. 
 
 EiST  of  God,  go,  take  your  stations : 
 Darkness  reigns  throughout  the  earth ; 
 Go,  proclaim  among  the  nations, 
 Joyful  news  of  heavenly  birth : 
 Bear  the  tidings 
 Of  the  Saviour's  matchless  wTorth. 
 
 2  Of  his  gospel  not  ashamed, 
 
 As  "the  power  of  God  to  save," 
 Go  where  Christ  wras  never  named ; 
 
 Publish  freedom  to  the  slave ! 
 Blessed  freedom ! 
 Such  as  Zion's  children  have. 
 
 3  What,  though  earth  and  hell  united, 
 Should  oppose  our  Saviour's  plan? 
 
 Plead  his  cause,  nor  be  affrighted : 
 Fear  ye  not  the  face  of  man : 
 Vain  their  tumult ; 
 Hurt  his  work  they  never  can. 
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TASTORAL.  [310. 
 
 4  When  exposed  to  fearful  dangers, 
 
 Jesus  will  his  own  defend  ; 
 Borne  afar  midst  foes  and  strangers, 
 
 Jesus  will  appear  your  friend : 
 And  his  presence 
 
 Shall  be  with  you  to  the  end.  * 
 
 Q1  A  4th  P.  M.  Bremen. 
 
 OJ-Ut  At  a  Conference. 
 
 EXCEPT  the  Lord  conduct  the  plan, 
 The  best  concerted  schemes  are  vain ; 
 And  never  can  succeed  ; 
 We  spend  our  wretched  strength  for  naught, 
 But  if  our  works  in  thee  be  wrought, 
 They  shall  be  blest  indeed. 
 
 2  Lord,  if  thou  didst  thyself  inspire 
 Our  souls  with  this  intense  desire, 
 
 Thy  goodness  to  proclaim  ; 
 Thy  glory  if  we  now  intend, 
 Oh,  let  our  deeds  begin  and  end, 
 
 Complete  in  Jesus'  name. 
 
 3  In  Jesus'  name  behold  we  meet, 
 Far  from  an  evil  world  retreat, 
 
 And  all  its  frantic  ways ; 
 Only  one  thing  resolved  to  know, 
 And  square  our  useful  lives  below, 
 
 By  reason  and  by  grace. 
 
 4  Now,  Jesus,  now  thy  love  impart, 
 To  govern  each  devoted  heart, 
 
 And  fit  us  for  thy  will ! 
 Deep  founded  in  the  truth  of  grace, 
 Build  up  thy  rising  Church,  and  place 
 
 The  city  on  the  hill. 
 
 5  Oh  let  our  love  and  faith  abound  I 
 Oh  let  our  lives  to  all  around, 
 
 With  purest  luster  shine ; 
 That  all  around  our  works  may  see, 
 And  give  the  glory,  Lord,  to  thee, 
 
 The  heavenly  light  divine !  C.  Wesley. 
 
 203 
 
311,  312.]  MINISTERIAL   AND 
 
 r\-t  -i  C.  M.  Devizes. 
 
 OjLX.  God  giveth  the  Increase. 
 
 HIS  master  taken  from  his  head, 
 Elisha  saw  him  go ; 
 And  in  desponding  accents  said, 
 "Ah!  what  must  Israel  do?" 
 
 2  But  he  forgot  the  Lord,  who  lifts 
 The  beggar  to  the  throne, 
 
 Nor  knew  that  all  Elijah's  gifts, 
 Would  soon  be  made  his  own. 
 
 3  What — when  a  *Paul  has  run  his  course, 
 Or  when  Apollos  dies — 
 
 Is  Israel  left  without  resource  ? 
 And  have  we  no  supplies  ? 
 
 ■4  Yes,  while  the  dear  Redeemer  lives, 
 
 We  have  a  boundless  store ; 
 And  shall  be  fed  with  what  he  gives 
 
 Who  lives  for  evermore.  * 
 
 C.  M.  Warwick. 
 
 For  a  Blessing  on  the  Word. 
 
 4  LMIGHTY  God,  thy  word  is  cast, 
 A.  Like  seed,  into  the  ground ; 
 Now  let  the  dew  of  heaven  descend, 
 And  righteous  fruits  abound. 
 
 2  Let  not  the  world's  deceitful  cares 
 The  rising  plant  destroy ; 
 
 But  let  it  yield  a  hundred-fold 
 The  fruits  of  peace  and  joy. 
 
 3  Xor  let  thy  word,  so  kindly  sent 
 To  raise  us  to  thy  throne, 
 
 Return  to  thee,  and  sadly  tell 
 That  we  reject  thy  Son. 
 
 i  Oft  as  the  precious  seed  is  sown, 
 
 Thy  quickening  grace  bestow, 
 That  all  whose  souls  the  truth  receive, 
 
 Its  saving  power  may  know.  Chr.  Psalmist. 
 
 *   .204 
 
313. 
 
 PASTORAL.  [313,  314. 
 
 8th  P.  M.  8s,  7s  &  4s.        Okolona. 
 Bless  the  Sower  and  the  Seed, 
 
 C10ME,  thou  soul-transforming  Spirit, 
 /  Bless  the  sower  and  the  seed ; 
 Let  each  heart  thy  grace  inherit ; 
 Raise  the  weak,  the  hungry  feed ; 
 
 From  the  gospel 
 Now  supply  thy  people's  need. 
 
 2  Oh,  may  all  enjoy  the  blessing 
 
 Which  thy  word 's  designed  to  give ; 
 Let  us  all,  thy  love  possessing, 
 
 Joyfully  the  truth  receive ; 
 And  forever 
 
 To  thy  praise  and  glory  live.  Bippon'a  ColL 
 
 qi   i  C.  M.         Elizabethtowx. 
 
 Oi-^fc.  The  great  effectual  I)qqi\ 
 
 JESUS,  thou  all-redeeming  Lord, 
 Thy  blessing  we  implore  ; 
 Open  the  door  to  preach  thy  word, 
 The  great,  effectual  door. 
 
 2  Gather  the  outcasts  in,  and  save 
 From  sin  and  Satan's  power ; 
 
 And  let  them  now  acceptance  have, 
 And  know  their  gracious  hour. 
 
 3  Lover  of  souls !  thou  know'st  to  prize 
 What  thou  hast  bought  so  dear : 
 
 Come,  then,  and,  in  thy  people's  eyes, 
 With  all  thy  wounds  appear ! 
 
 4  Appear  as  when  of  old  confest, 
 The  suffering  Son  of  God : 
 
 And  let  them  see  thee  in  thy  vest, 
 But  newly  dipped  in  blood. 
 
 5  The  hardness  from  their  hearts  remove, 
 Thou  who  for  all  hast  died  : 
 
 Show  them  the  tokens  of  thy  love, 
 Thy  feet,  thy  hands,  thy  side. 
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315,  316.]  MINISTERIAL   AND 
 
 6  Thy  side  an  open  fountain  is, 
 
 Where  all  may  freely  go, 
 And  drink  the  living  stream  of  bliss, 
 
 And  wash  them  white  as  snow.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 Q-t  £  C.  M.  Hanover. 
 
 Oi.0 •       The  Hammer  of  God's  Word. 
 
 COME,  O  thou  all-victorious  Lord, 
 Thy  power  to  us  make  known ; 
 Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 
 And  break  these  hearts  of  stone. 
 
 2  Speak  with  the  voice  which  wakes  the  dead, 
 And  bid  the  sleeper  rise ; 
 
 And  let  each  guilty  conscience  dread 
 The  death  that  never  dies. 
 
 3  To  them  a  sense  of  guilt  impart, 
 And  then  remove  the  load ; 
 
 Quicken,  and  wash  the  troubled  heart 
 In  thine  atoning  blood. 
 
 4  Their  desp'rate  state  through  sin  declare, 
 And  speak  their  sins  forgiven  ; 
 
 By  daily  growth  in  grace  prepare, 
 
 Then  take  them  up  to  heaven.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 3-j  r*  L.    M.  PlLESGROVE. 
 
 10.  God's  Presence  invoiced. 
 
 THY  presence,  gracious  God,  afford, 
 Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word ; 
 Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
 And  faith  be  mixed  with  what  we  hear. 
 
 2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
 And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above ; 
 With  food  divine  may  we  be  fed, 
 
 And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 
 
 3  To  us  thy  sacred  word  apply, 
 AVith  sovereign  power  and  energy, 
 And  may  we,  in  thy  faith  and  fear, 
 
 lieduce  to  practice  what  we  hear.  Fawcett. 
 
 206 
 
PASTORAL.  [317,  318,  319. 
 
 q-|  ry  5th  P.  M.  7s. 
 
 f)  JL  I  •  "He  that  hath  Ears  to  hear  let  him  hear" 
 
 GRACIOUS  Father,  gracious  Lord, 
 Give  us  ears  to  hear  thy  word ; 
 Give  us  hearts  to  love  and  fear, 
 Give  us  now  to  find  thee  near. 
 
 2  Let  us  know  and  praise  thee  more, 
 Let  us  live  on  mercy's  store, 
 
 Let  us  sing  our  Saviour's  love, 
 Till  we  join  the  saints  above. 
 
 3  Then  we  '11  praise  thee  and  adore, 
 On  the  happy  blissful  shore; 
 Praise,  with  all  the  heavenly  host, 
 
 Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost.  * 
 
 Q-j  Q  C.  It  Tappan. 
 
 OXw.        The  Lord  giveth  the  Increase. 
 
 VOW,  Lord,  the  heavenly  seed  is  sown, 
 ll    Be  it  thy  servant's  care, 
 Thy  heavenly  blessings  to  bring  down, 
 By  humble,  fervent  prayer. 
 
 2  In  vain  we  plant  without  thine  aid, 
 And  water,  too,  in  vain ; 
 
 Lord  of  the  harvest,  God  of  grace, 
 Send  down  thy  heavenly  rain. 
 
 3  Then  shall  our  cheerful  hearts  and  tongues 
 Begin  this  song  divine — 
 
 "  Thou,  Lord,  hast  giv'n  the  rich  increase, 
 And  be  the  glory  thine  I "  * 
 
 Q-j  r\  C.  M.  Christmas. 
 
 OX*/.  Proclaiming  Christ  among  his  Foes. 
 
 JESUS,  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
 My  Saviour  and  my  King, 
 Triumphantly  thy  name  I  bless, 
 Thy  conquering  name  I  sing. 
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320.]  MINISTERIAL,   ETC. 
 
 2  Thou,  Lord,  hast  magnified  thy  name, 
 Thou  hast  maintained  thy  cause, 
 
 And  I  enjoy  the  glorious  shame, 
 The  scandal  of  thy  cross. 
 
 3  Thou  gavest  me  to  speak  thy  word, 
 In  the  appointed  hour : 
 
 I  have  proclaimed  my  dying  Lord, 
 And  felt  thy  Spirit's  power. 
 
 4  Superior  to  my  foes  I  stood 
 Above  their  smile  or  frown : 
 
 On  all  the  strangers  to  thy  blood 
 AVith  pitying  love  looked  down. 
 
 5  Oh  let  me  have  thy  presence  still, 
 Set  as  a  flint  my  face, 
 
 To  show  the  counsel  of  thy  will, 
 Which  saves  a  world  by  grace. 
 
 6  Oh  let  me  never  blush  to  own 
 The  glorious  gospel  word ; 
 
 Which  saves  a  world  through  faith  alone, 
 
 Faith  in  a  dying  Lord !  C.  Wesley. 
 
 L.  M.  Mekdon. 
 
 He  giveth  the  Increase. 
 
 HIGH  on  his  everlasting  throne, 
 The  King  of  saints  his  work  surveys ; 
 Marks  the  dear  souls  he  calls  his  own, 
 And  smiles  on  the  peculiar  race. 
 
 2  He  rests  well  pleased  their  toils  to  see ; 
 Beneath  his  easy  yoke  they  move ; 
 
 With  all  their  hearts  and  strength  agree 
 In  the  sweet  labor  of  his  love. 
 
 3  See  where  the  servants  of  the  Lord, 
 A  busy  multitude,  appear : 
 
 For  Jesus  day  and  night  employed, 
 His  heritage  they  toil  to  clear. 
 
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ORDINATION.  [321. 
 
 4  The  love  of  Christ  their  hearts  constrains, 
 And  strengthens  their  unwearied  hands; 
 
 They  spend  their  sweat,  and  blood,  and  pains, 
 To  cultivate  Inimanuel's  lands. 
 
 5  Jesus  their  toil  delighted  see^. 
 Their  industry  vouchsafes  to  crown ; 
 
 He  kindly  gives  the  wished  increase, 
 
 And  sends  the  promised  blessing  down.     J.  Wesley. 
 
 OEDIXATIOX. 
 
 321.  ■• 
 
 L.  ML  Migdol. 
 
 Freely  ye  have  received,  freely  give" 
 
 THUS  spake  the  Saviour,  when  he  sent 
 His  ministers  to  preach  his  word ; 
 They  through  the  world  obedient  went, 
 Amd  spread  the  gospel  of  their  Lord. 
 
 2  "Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name; 
 Bid  the  whole  world  my  grace  receive ; 
 
 The  gospel  jubilee  proclaim, 
 
 And  call  them  to  repent  and  live. 
 
 3  "  The  joyful  news  to  all  impart, 
 And  teach  them  where  salvation  lies ; 
 
 Bind  up  the  broken,  bleeding  heart, 
 And  wipe  the  tear  from  weeping  eyes. 
 
 4  "  Be  wise  as  serpents  where  you  go, 
 But  harmless  as  the  peaceful  clove ; 
 
 And  let  your  heaven-taught  conduct  show, 
 That  you  're  commissioned  from  above. 
 
 5  ' '  Freely  from  me  ye  have  received  ; 
 Freely  in  love  to  others  give ; 
 
 Thus  shall  your  doctrines  be  believed, 
 And  by  your  labors  sinners  live." 
 209 
 
322,  323.]  ORDINATION. 
 
 6  Happy  those  servants  of  the  Lord, 
 Who  thus  their  Master's  will  obey ! 
 
 How  rich,  how  full  is  their  reward, 
 Reserved  until  the  final  day ! 
 
 L.  M.  Duke  Street. 
 
 TJie  Lord  a  Defense  for  his  Servant. 
 
 TT7ITH  heavenly  power,  O  Lord,  defend 
 }  I     Him  whom  we  now  to  thee  commend ; 
 His  person  bless,  his  soul  secure,  ; 
 And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 
 
 2  Gird  him  with  all-sufficient  grace ; 
 Direct  his  feet  in  paths  of  peace : 
 Thy  truth  and  faithfulness  fulfill, 
 And  help  him  to  obey  thy  will. 
 
 3  Before  him  thy  protection  send ; 
 Oh  love  him,  save  him  to  the  end ; 
 ]STor  let  him,  as  thy  pilgrim,  rove 
 Without  the  convoy  of  thy  love. 
 
 4  Enlarge,  inflame,  and  fill  his  heart; 
 In  him  thy  mighty  power  exert ; 
 That  thousands  yet  unborn  may  praise 
 
 The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace.  * 
 
 OOO  ^'  St-  Burtox. 
 
 (j  n*0.        TJie  Angels  of  the  Churches. 
 
 DRAW  near,  0  Son  of  God,  draw  near ! 
 Us  with  thy  flaming  eye  behold ; 
 Still  in  thy  church  do  thou  appear, 
 And  let  our  candlestick  be  gold. 
 
 2  Still  hold  the  stars  in  thy  right  hand, 
 And  let  them  in  thy  luster  glow, 
 
 The  light  of  a  benighted  land, 
 The  angels  of  thy  Church  below. 
 
 3  Make  good  their  apostolic  boast, 
 Their  high  commission  let  them  prove ; 
 
 Be  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghost, 
 
 And  filled  with  faith,  and  hope,  and  love. 
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ORDINATION".  [324, 325, 
 
 4  Their  hearts  from  things  of  earth  remove, 
 Sprinkle  tliem,  Lord,  from  sin  and  fear; 
 
 Fix  their  affections  all  above, 
 
 And  lay  up  all  their  treasures  there. 
 
 5  Give  them  an  ear  to  hear  thy  word ; 
 Thou  speakest  to  the  churches  now ; 
 
 And  let  all  tongues  confess  their  Lord, 
 
 Let  every  knee  to  Jesus  bow.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 C\^\  a  L.  M.  Hebron. 
 
 0^"t.       Pleading  for  faithful  Pastors. 
 
 OHEPHERD  of  Israel,  thou  dost  keep 
 kJ  With  constant  care  thy  humble  sheep ; 
 By  thee  our  faithful  pastors  rise 
 To  feed  our  souls,  and  bless  our  eyes. 
 
 2  To  all  thy  churches  such  impart, 
 Resembling  thy  own  gracious  heart, 
 Whose  courage,  watchfulness,  and  love, 
 Men  may  attest,  and  God  approve. 
 
 3  Fed  by  their  active,  tender  care, 
 Healthful  may  all  thy  sheep  appear ; 
 And  by  their  fair  example  led, 
 
 The  way  to  Zion's  pastures  tread ! 
 
 4  Here  hast  thou  listened  to  our  vows, 
 And  scattered  blessings  on  thy  house ; 
 Thy  saints  are  succored,  and  no  more 
 As  sheep  without  a  guide  deplore. 
 
 5  Completely  heal  each  former  stroke, 
 And  bless  the  shepherd,  and  the  flock  ; 
 Confirm  the  hopes,  thy  mercies  raise, 
 And  own  this  tribute  of  our  praise. 
 
 S.  ML  Concord. 
 
 The  watchful  Servant. 
 
 T^E  servants  of  the  Lord, 
 1_    Each  in  his  office  wait : 
 Observant  of  his  heavenly  word, 
 And  watchful  at  his  gate. 
 211 
 
326.]  ORDINATION. 
 
 2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
 And  trim  the  golden  flame ; 
 
 Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  his  sight, 
 For  awful  is  his  name. 
 
 3  Watch,  'tis  your  Lord's  command; 
 And  while  we  speak,  he's  near; 
 
 Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
 And  ready  all  appear. 
 
 4  Oh  happy  servant  he, 
 In  such  a  posture  found : 
 
 He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
 And  be  with  honor  crowned. 
 
 5  Christ  shall  the  banquet  spread, 
 With  his  own  bounteous  hand, 
 
 And  raise  that  favorite  servant's  head, 
 
 Amidst  th'  angelic  band.  Doddridge. 
 
 S.  M.  Light. 
 
 Hie  Laborers  are  few. 
 
 LORD  of  the  harvest,  hear 
 Thy  needy  servants'  cry ; 
 Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 
 And  all  our  wants  supply. 
 
 2  On  thee  we  humbly  wait, 
 Our  wants  are  in  thy  view ; 
 
 The  harvest  truly,  Lord,  is  great, 
 The  laborers  are  few. 
 
 3  Convert,  and  send  forth  more 
 Into  thy  church  abroad, 
 
 And  let  them  speak  thy  word  of  power, 
 As  workers  with  their  God. 
 
 4  Give  the  pure  gospel  word, 
 The  word  of  general  grace ; 
 
 Then  let  them  preach  the  common  Lord, 
 Saviour  of  human  race. 
 
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ORDINATION.  [327. 
 
 5  Oh  let  them  spread  thy  name, 
 
 Their  mission  fully  prove : 
 Thy  universal  grace  proclaim, 
 
 I'hine  all-redeeming  love  !  C  Wesley. 
 
 QQ'Y  L.  1C  Azzah. 
 
 OrC  I  •      Pastors  after  thine  own  Heart. 
 
 JESUS,  thy  wandering  sheep  behold  ! 
 See,  Lord,  with  yearning  bowels,  see, 
 Poor  souls  that  can  not  find  the  fold, 
 Till  sought  and  gathered  in  by  thee. 
 
 2  Lost  are  they  now,  and  scattered  wide, 
 In  pain,  and  weariness,  and  want : 
 
 With  no  kind  shepherd  near,  to  guide 
 The  sick,  and  spiritless,  and  faint. 
 
 3  Thou,  only  thou,  the  kind  and  good, 
 And  sheep-redeeming  Shepherd  art ; 
 
 Collect  thy  flock,  and  give  them  food, 
 And  pastors  after  thine  own  heart. 
 
 4  Open  their  mouths,  and  utterance  give, 
 Give  them  a  trumpet  voice  to  call 
 
 A  world,  who  all  may  turn  and  live, 
 Through  faith  in  Him  who  died  for  all. 
 
 5  In  every  messenger  reveal 
 
 The  grace  they  preach  divinely  free ; 
 That  each  may  by  thy  Spirit  tell, 
 u  He  died  for  all,  who  died  for  me." 
 
 6  A  double  portion  from  above, 
 
 Of  that  all-quick'ning  Spirit  impart ; 
 Shed  forth  thy  universal  love 
 
 In  every  faithful  pastor's  heart.  C  Wesley. 
 
 213 
 
328,  329.] 
 
 INSTITUTIONS  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 
 
 The  Church. 
 
 328. 
 
 L.  M.  Litchfield. 
 
 TJie  heavenly  Zion. 
 
 A  KM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake ! 
 Thine  own  immortal  strength  put  on, 
 With  terror  clothed,  hell's  kingdom  shake, 
 And  cast  thy  foes  with  fury  down. 
 
 2  As  in  the  ancient  days  appear ! 
 (The  sacred  annals  speak  thy  fame ;) 
 
 Be  now  omnipotently  near, 
 To  endless  ages  still  the  same. 
 
 3  By  death  and  hell  pursued  in  vain, 
 To  thee  the  ransomed  seed  shall  come : 
 
 Shouting,  their  heavenly  Zion  gain, 
 
 And  pass  through  death  triumphant  home. 
 
 4  The  pain  of  life  shall  then  be  o'er, 
 The  anguish  and  distracting  care ; 
 
 There  sighing  grief  shall  weep  no  more, 
 
 And  sin  shall  never  enter  there.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 Q  O  Q  CM.  Heber. 
 
 0  hJ  <u .  Founded  on  a  Boch 
 
 YJTITH  stately  towers  and  bulwarks  strong, 
 V  V    Unrivaled  and  alone, 
 Loved  theme  of  many  a  sacred  song, 
 God's  holy  city  shone. 
 
 2  Thus  fair  was  Zion's  chosen  seat, 
 The  glory  of  all  lands ; 
 
 Yet  fairer,  and  in  strength  complete, 
 The  Christian  temple  stands ! 
 
 3  The  faithful  of  each  clime  and  age, 
 This  glorious  church  compose ; 
 
 Built  on  a  rock,  with  idle  rage 
 The  threatening  tempest  blows. 
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the  church.  [330,  331. 
 
 4  In  vain  may  hostile  bands  alarm. 
 
 For  God  is  her  defense ; 
 How  weak,  how  powerless  each  arm, 
 
 Against  Omnipotence !  Watts, 
 
 QQA  S.  M.  Luther, 
 
 OOU.  Love  for  Zion. 
 
 I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
 The  honse  of  thine  abode, 
 The  church  our  blest  Kedeemer  saved 
 With  his  own  precious  blood. 
 
 2  I  love  thy  church,  0  God ! 
 Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
 
 Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
 And  graven  on  thy  hand. 
 
 3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 
 For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
 
 To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
 Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 
 
 4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 
 
 I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
 Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
 Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 
 
 5  Jesus,  thou  friend  divine, 
 Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
 
 Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
 Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 
 
 6  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 
 To  Zion  shall  be  given 
 
 The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
 
 And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven.  D height. 
 
 QQ1  L.  M.  Wells. 
 
 OOi_«  TJie  Remembrance  of  Zion. 
 
 0ZIOX !  when  I  think  on  thee, 
 I  wish  for  pinions  like  the  dove, 
 And  mourn  to  think  that  I  should  be 
 So  distant  from  the  place  1  love. 
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332.]  THE   CHURCH. 
 
 2  A  captive  here,  and  far  from  home, 
 For  Zion's  sacred  walls  I  sigh : 
 
 Thither  the  ransomed  nations  come, 
 And  see  the  Saviour  eye  to  eye. 
 
 • 
 
 3  While  here  I  walk  on  hostile  ground 
 The  few  that  I  can  call  my  friends, 
 
 Are  like  myself  with  fetters  bound, 
 And  weariness  our  steps  attends. 
 
 4  But  we  shall  yet  behold  the  day 
 When  Zion's  children  shall  return ; 
 
 Our  sorrows  then  shall  flee  away, 
 And  we  shall  never,  never  mourn. 
 
 5  The  hope  that  such  a  day  will  come, 
 Makes  e'en  the  captives'  portion  sweet; 
 
 Though  now  we  wander  far  from  home, 
 In  Zion  soon  we  all  shall  meet. 
 
 00/v»  The  Church  God's  chosen  Residence. 
 
 GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
 Zion,  city  of  our  God ! 
 He  whose  words  can  not  be  broken, 
 
 Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode : 
 On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 
 
 What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose? 
 With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
 Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 
 
 2  See !  the  streams  of  living  waters, 
 
 Springing  from  eternal  love, 
 Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 
 
 And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 
 Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 
 
 Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage : 
 Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  giver,  . 
 
 Never  fails  from  age  to  age  ? 
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THE  CHURCH.  [333,  334. 
 
 3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 
 
 See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear ! 
 For  a  glory  and  a  covering. 
 
 Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near ; 
 Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 
 
 Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day  ; 
 Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 
 
 Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray.         Xeirton. 
 
 •  Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  40. 
 OOO  k-    M«  UXBEIDGE. 
 
 0O0«    The  Pleasure  of  public  Worship, 
 
 HOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
 0  Lord  of  Hosts,  thy  dwellings  are ! 
 With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 
 To  meet  tn  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 
 
 2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode, 
 My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God ; 
 My  God  !  my  King !  why  should  I  be 
 So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee? 
 
 3  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
 Around  the  throne  of  majesty ; 
 
 Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
 And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 
 
 4  Blest  are  the  souls  who  find  a  place 
 Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace ; 
 There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
 And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 
 
 5  Cheerful  they  walk,  with  growing  strength, 
 Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length — 
 Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
 
 And  join  in  nobler  worship  there.  Waits, 
 
 QQ  j  L.  M.  Ahaz. 
 
 004,  The  Church  is  God's  House  and  Care. 
 
 PRAISE  ye  the  Lord ;  exalt  his  name, 
 While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  wait, 
 Ye  saints  who  to  his  house  belong, 
 Or  stand  attending  at  his  gate. 
 K  217 
 
335.]  THE    CHURCH. 
 
 2  Praise  ye  the  Lord ;  the  Lord  is  good  ; 
 To  praise  his  name  is  sweet  employ ; 
 
 Israel  he  chose  of  old,  and  still 
 His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 
 
 3  The  Lord  himself  will  judge  his  saints ; 
 He  treats  his  servants  as  his  friends : 
 
 And,  when  he  hears  their  sore  complaints, 
 Kepents  the  sorrows  that  he  sends. 
 
 4  Through  every  age  the  Lord  declares 
 His  name,  and  breaks  th'  oppressor's  rod ; 
 
 He  gives  his  suff 'ring  servants  rest, 
 And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 
 
 5  Bless  him,  all  ye  who  taste  his  love ; 
 People  and  priests,  exalt  his  name : 
 
 Among  his  saints  he  ever  dwells ; 
 
 His  church  is  his  Jerusalem.  Watts. 
 
 Admission  into  the  Church. 
 
 3q  «w  C.  M.  Zerah. 
 
 00«        Joy  on  entering  the  Church. 
 
 HAIL  church  of  Christ,  bought  with  his  blood, 
 The  world  I  freely  leave, 
 Ye  children  of  the  living  God, 
 Me  in  your  tents  receive. 
 
 2  Bride  of  the  Lamb,  I'm  one  in  heart, 
 With  thee  through  boundless  grace, 
 
 And  I  will  never  from  thee  part — 
 This  bond  shall  never  cease. 
 
 3  And  am  I,  Jesus,  one  of  those 
 Who  in  thy  fold  have  place, 
 
 Who,  gathered  round  th'  erected  cross, 
 Enjoy  redeeming  grace  ? 
 
 4  Oh  yes,  nor  would  I  change  my  lot 
 For  all  this  world  can  give ; 
 
 By  grace  I  '11  keep  the  place  I  've  got, 
 
 And  only  to  thee  cleave.  Moravian  Hymn, 
 
 ■   218 
 
 l 
 
ADMISSION   TO   THE    CHURCH.    [336,  337. 
 
 3q/?  L.  M.  Peterboro'. 
 
 OU.  Witnesses  for  Jesus. 
 
 OH !  might  my  lot  be  cast  with  thee, 
 The  least  of  Jesus'  witnesses ; 
 Oh  that  my  Lord  would  count  me  meet, 
 To  wash  his  dear  disciples'  feet ! 
 
 2  This  only  thing  do  I  require : 
 Thou  know'st  't  is  all  my  heart's  desire, 
 Freely  what  I  receive  to  give, — 
 
 The  servant  of  thy  Church  to  live  : — 
 
 3  After  my  lowly  Lord  to  go, 
 And  wait  upon  thy  saints  below ; 
 Enjoy  the  grace  to  angels  given, 
 And  serve  the  royal  heirs  of  heaven. 
 
 4  Lord,  if  I  now  thy  drawings  feel, 
 And  ask  according  to  thy  will, 
 Confirm  the  prayer,  the  seal  impart, 
 And  speak  the  answer  to  my  heart. 
 
 5  Tell  me,  or  thou  shalt  never  go, — 
 Thy  prayer  is  heard ;  it  shall  be  so  : 
 The  word  hath  passed  thy  lips,  and  I 
 
 Shall  with  thy  people  live  and  die.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 QQT  L.  It  Eepextaxce. 
 
 00  I  •  A  Welcome  to  Christian  Fellowship. 
 
 pOME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord ! 
 \J  Oh !  come  in  Jesus'  precious  name ; 
 We  welcome  thee,  with  one  accord, 
 And  trust  the  Saviour  does  the  same. 
 
 2  Those  joys  which  earth  can  not  afford, 
 We'll  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove, 
 
 Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
 Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 
 
 3  And,  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 
 We  '11  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known ; 
 
 We  '11  share  each  other's  hopes  and  fears, 
 And  count  a  brother's  cares  our  own. 
 219 
 
338,  339.]   ADMISSION  TO  the   church. 
 
 4  Once  more,  our  welcome  we  repeat ; 
 
 Receive  assurance  of  our  love ; 
 Oh !  may  we  all  together  meet 
 
 Around  the  throne  of  God  above.        Montgomery. 
 
 338. 
 
 C.  M.  Arlington. 
 
 Self-Dedication. 
 
 WHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
 For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 
 My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
 My  songs  address  thy  throne. 
 
 2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thy  house, 
 My  offering  shall  by  paid ; 
 
 There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
 My  soul  in  anguish  made. 
 
 3  Xow  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 
 Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
 
 Thy  hand  hath  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
 And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 
 
 4  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
 And  thy  rich  grace  record : 
 
 Witness,  ve  saints  that  hear  me  now, 
 
 If  I  forsake  the  Lord.  Watts. 
 
 339. 
 
 L.  M. 
 
 Entire  Consecration. 
 
 Rockingham. 
 
 VOW  I  resolve,  with  all  my  heart, 
 ll    With  all  my  power  to  serve  the  Lord ; 
 Nor  from  his  ways  will  I  depart, 
 Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 
 
 2  Oh  be  this  service  all  my  joy ! 
 Around  let  my  example  shine, 
 
 Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 
 And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 
 
 3  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 
 My  solemn,  my  determined  choice, 
 
 To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 
 And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 
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 I 
 
ADMISSION  TO  THE   CHURCII.     [340,  341. 
 
 4  Oh  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 
 
 X<>r,  wand'ring,  leave  his  sacred  ways ; 
 
 Great  God !  accept  my  soul's  desire, 
 
 And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise.  * 
 
 q  i  r\  C.  M.  Chimes. 
 
 0*±U.  Uniting  with  the  Church. 
 
 T^E  men  and  angels,  witness  now, 
 X    Before  the  Lord  we  speak ; 
 To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
 A  vow  we  may  not  break, — 
 
 2  That  long  as  fife  itself  shall  last, 
 Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield ; 
 
 Xor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
 Nor  ever  quit  the  field. 
 
 3  We  trust  not  our  unaided  strength, 
 But  on  his  grace  rely : 
 
 May  he,  with  our  returning  wants, 
 All  needful  wants  supply. 
 
 4  Oh  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 
 And  keep  us  in  thy  ways  ; 
 
 And  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
 
 Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise.  Beddome. 
 
 q  ji  5th  P.  M.  7s.  He>-do>~. 
 
 OdcJL.      The  new  Member  s  Declaration. 
 
 PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 
 I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
 Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 
 
 Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 
 
 2  Xow  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 
 Turns  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
 
 Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
 Oh  receive  me  into  rest! 
 
 3  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 
 
 Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave ; 
 Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
 Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 
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342,  343.]    ADMISSION  TO  the  church. 
 
 4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore ; 
 Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine ; 
 
 Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 
 Every  idol  I  resign. 
 
 5  Tell  me  not  of  gain  and  loss, 
 Ease,  enjoyment,  pomp  and  power; 
 
 Welcome,  poverty  and  cross, 
 
 Shame,  reproach,  affliction's  power. 
 
 6  ' '  Follow  me !  "  I  know  thy  voice ; 
 Jesus,  Lord,  thy  steps  I  see : 
 
 Now  I  take  thy  yoke  by  choice, 
 
 Light 's  thy  burden  now  to  me.  Montgomery. 
 
 Security  of  the  Church. 
 
 3  4  q  C.  M.      Moravian  Hymn. 
 
 -jt^.  Not  ashamed  of  Christ 
 
 I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
 Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
 Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
 The  glory  of  his  cross. 
 
 2  Jesus,  my  God ! — I  know  his  name — 
 His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
 
 Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
 Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 
 
 3  Firm  as  his  throne — his  promise  stands, 
 And  he  can  well  secure 
 
 What  I  Ve  committed  to  his  hands, 
 Till  the  decisive  hour. 
 
 4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 
 Before  his  Father's  face, 
 
 And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
 
 Appoint  my  soul  a  place.  Watts. 
 
 Oia  C.  M.  Peterboro'. 
 
 O4:0L  The  Church. 
 
 SAY  who  is  she  that  looks  abroad 
 Like  the  sweet  blushing  dawn, 
 When  with  her  living  light  she  paints 
 The  dew-drops  of  the  lawn  ? 
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SECURITY   OF   THE    CnURCH.  [344. 
 
 2  Fair  as  the  moon,  when  in  the  skies 
 Serene  her  throne  she  guides, 
 
 And  o'er  the  twinkling  stars  supreme 
 In  full-orbed  glory  ride-. 
 
 3  Clear  as  the  sun,  when  from  the  east 
 Without  a  cloud  he  springs, 
 
 And  scatters  boundless  life  and  heat 
 From  his  resplendent  wings ; 
 
 4  Tremendous  as  a  host  that  moves 
 Majestically  slow, 
 
 With  banners  wide  displayed,  all  armed, 
 All  ardent  for  the  foe ! 
 
 5  This  is  the  church,  by  heaven  arrayed 
 With  strength  and  grace  divine, 
 
 Thus  shall  she  strike  her  foes  with  dread, 
 
 And  thus  her  glories  shine.  * 
 
 3ii  S.  M.  Dennis. 
 
 ^LtL.    Christ  in  you,  the  Hope  of  Glory, 
 
 WHERE  is  the  Hebrews'  God, 
 I  T     Who  kept  them  night  and  day  ? 
 Where  is  the  heavenly  fire  and  cloud, 
 Which  showed  thy  Church  their  way  ? 
 
 2  No  symbol  visible 
 
 We  of  thy  presence  find ; 
 Yet  all  who  would  obey  thy  will 
 Shall  know  their  Father's  mind. 
 
 3  Yes,  Lord,  thou  still  dost  lead 
 The  children  of  thy  grace, 
 
 The  chosen,  the  believing  seed, 
 Through  this  vast  wilderness. 
 
 4  Our  chart,  thy  written  word ; 
 The  Holy  Ghost  our  guide ; 
 
 And  Christ,  our  glorious  risen  Lord, 
 
 Doth  in  our  hearts  reside.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 223 
 
345,  346.]      SECURITY  OF  the  church. 
 
 q  i  v  11  th  P.  M.  7s&6s.     Amsterdam. 
 
 Ott0»  Security  and  Safety. 
 
 SEE  the  gospel  Church  secure, 
 And  founded  on  a  rock ; 
 All  her  promises  are  sure ; 
 
 Her  bulwarks  who  can  shock? 
 Count  her  every  precious  shrine ; 
 
 Tell,  to  after-ages  tell — 
 Fortified  by  power  divine, 
 The  Church  can  never  fail. 
 
 2  Zion's  God  is  all  our  own, 
 
 Who  on  his  love  rely ; 
 We  his  pard'ning  love  have  known, 
 
 And  live  to  Christ,  and  die : 
 To  the  New  Jerusalem 
 
 He  our  faithful  guide  shall  be ; 
 Him  we  claim,  and  rest  in  him, 
 
 Through  all  eternity.  (7.  Wesley. 
 
 346. 
 
 C.  M.  Chelmsford. 
 
 Returning  to  Zion  with  Songs  of  Joy. 
 
 DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 
 Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
 Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust — 
 He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 
 
 2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 
 Thy  beautiful  array ; 
 
 The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, — 
 The  Lord's  appointed  day. 
 
 3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 
 And  send  thy  heralds  forth ; 
 
 Say  to  the  South, — Give  up  thy  charge! 
 And, — Keep  not  back,  O  North ! 
 
 4  They  come,  they  come :  thine  exiled  bands, 
 Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
 
 Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
 And  hasten  to  their  home. 
 '224 
 
SECURITY  OF  THE   CHURCH.      [347,  348. 
 
 5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 
 
 And  God  his  works  destroy, 
 With  Bongs  thy  ransomed  shall  return, 
 
 And  everlasting  joy.  Montgomery, 
 
 ^,(y  L.    M.  MJLLVEKN. 
 
 fJ-±  i  •    The  Church's  Safety  and  Triumph. 
 
 Gi  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 
 f  When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade ; 
 Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
 Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 
 
 2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurled 
 Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there ; 
 
 Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world, 
 Oar  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 
 
 3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar ; 
 In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 
 
 While  every  nation,  every  shore 
 
 Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 
 
 4  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
 Secure  against  a  threatening  hour ; 
 
 Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 
 
 Built  on  his  truth,  and  armed  with  power.     Watts. 
 
 w 
 
 S.  ML  Firth. 
 
 Her  Confidence  and  Security. 
 ^HO  in  the  Lord  confide, 
 
 318. 
 
 And  feel  his  sprinkled  Wood, 
 In  storms  and  hurricanes  abide 
 Firm  as  the  mount  of  God : 
 Steadfast,  and  fixed,  and  sure, 
 
 His  Zion  can  not  move ; 
 His  faithful  people  stand  secure 
 In  Jesus'  guardian  love. 
 K  2  225 
 
349,  350.]    s  baptism. 
 
 2  As  round  Jerusalem 
 
 The  hilly  bulwarks  rise, 
 So  God  protects  and  covers  them 
 
 From  all  their  enemies. 
 On  every  side  he  stands, 
 
 And  for  his  Israel  cares ; 
 And  safe  in  his  almighty  hands 
 
 Their  souls  forever  bears.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 3i  q  8th  P.  M.  8s,  7s  &  4s.       Harwell. 
 
 -±£/»  Her  Enemies  confounded. 
 
 ZIOX  stands  with  hills  surrounded, 
 Zion,  kept  by  power  divine  : 
 All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded, 
 Though  the  world  in  arms  combine : 
 
 Happy  Zion, — 
 "What  a  favored  lot  is  thine ! 
 
 2  Every  human  tie  may  perish  ; 
 Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove ; 
 
 Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish  ; 
 Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove ; 
 
 But  no  changes 
 Can  attend  Jehovah's  love. 
 
 3  In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 
 Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright, 
 
 But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee ; 
 Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight : 
 
 God  is  with  thee, — 
 God,  thine  everlasting  light.  Kelly. 
 
 Baptism. 
 
 3  m  r\  C.  M.  Cambridge 
 
 tjXj  •  Design  of  the  Sacraments. 
 
 THE  sacraments  are  holy  signs, 
 And  precious  gospel  seals  : 
 They  'xhibit  what  the  Lord  designs, 
 And  what  his  word  reveals. 
 
BAPTISM.  [351. 
 
 2  But  these  are  not  themselves  the  grace, 
 Which  signs  and  seals  set  forth ; 
 
 The  supper's  not  the  sacrifice, 
 Not  water  the  new  birth. 
 
 3  The  sacraments  were  never  meant 
 A  substitute  for  grace, 
 
 They  're  not  the  truths  they  represent, 
 Nor  must  they  take  their  place. 
 
 4  Sinners  may  publicly  profess, 
 And  signs  and  seals  receive, 
 
 Of  what  they  never  did  possess, 
 Of  what  they  do  n't  believe. 
 
 5  But  Christ,  by  his  own  powerful  blood, 
 Ascends  above  the  skies  ; 
 
 And,  in  the  presence  of  our  God, 
 Shows  his  own  sacrifice. 
 
 351. 
 
 L.  M.  Duke  Street. 
 
 Baptism. 
 
 *rp  WAS  the  commission  of  our  Lord, — 
 
 JL    Go,  teach  the  nations  and  baptize : 
 The  nations  have  received  the  word, 
 Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 
 
 2  He  sits  upon  tlr3  eternal  hills, 
 With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
 And  sends  his  covenant  with  his  seals, 
 To  bless  the  distant  heathen  lands. 
 
 3  Eepent  and  be  baptized,  he  saith,        , 
 For  the  remission  of  your  sins ; 
 
 And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 
 And  shows  us  what  his  gospel  means. 
 
 4  Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 
 As  water  makes  the  body  clean ; 
 And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God     » 
 Descends  like  purifying  ram. 
 
 "   227 
 
352,  353.1  baptism. 
 
 5  Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee, 
 
 And  seal  our  covenant  with  the  Lord ; 
 
 Oh  may  the  great  eternal  Three 
 
 In  heaven  our  solemn  vows  record !  Watts. 
 
 3mq  L.  M.  Old  HuxdPwEd. 
 
 t)hJ»  The  sacramental  Seal. 
 
 COME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
 Honor  the  means  ordained  by  thee ; 
 Make  good  our  apostolic  boast, 
 And  own  thy  glorious  ministry. 
 
 2  We  now  thy  promised  presence  claim ; 
 Sent  to  disciple  all  mankind ; 
 
 Sent  to  baptize  into  thy  name : 
 
 We  now  thy  promised  presence  find. 
 
 3  Father,  in  these  reveal  thy  Son : 
 In  these  for  whom  we  seek  thy  face ; 
 
 The  hidden  mystery  make  known, 
 The  inward,  pure,  baptizing  grace. 
 
 4  Jesus,  with  us  thou  always  art, 
 Effectual  make  the  sacred  sign, 
 
 The  gift  unspeakable  impart, 
 And  bless  the  ordinance  divine. 
 
 5  Eternal  Spirit,  from  on  high, 
 Baptizer  of  our  spirits  thou ! 
 
 The  sacramental  seal  apply, 
 
 And  witness  with  the  water  now ! 
 
 6  Oh  that  the  souls  baptized  herein, 
 May  now  thy  truth  and  mercy  feel ; 
 
 May  rise  and  wash  away  their  sin : 
 
 Come,  Hcjy  Ghost,  their  pardon  seal !  C.  W. 
 
 Q  ^  <f)  C.  M.  Mektox. 
 
 OOO.  The  Water  and  the  Spirit 
 
 CELESTIAL  Dove,  descend  from  high, 
 And  on  the  water  brood : 
 Come,  with  thy  quickening  power  apply 
 The  water  and  the  blood. 
 '228 
 
 * 
 
bafxibk.  [354, 
 
 2  I  love  the  Lord  that  stoops  so  low, 
 To  give  his  word  a  seal : 
 
 But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  bestow, 
 Exoee  Is  the  figure  still. 
 
 3  Almighty  God,  for  thee  we  call, 
 And  our  request  renew : 
 
 Accept  in  Christ,  and  bless  withal, 
 
 The  work  we  have  to  do.  * 
 
 3w  i  C.  M.     Zerah,  or  A>~tioch. 
 
 0~jz%  Proclaiming  Grace. 
 
 PEOCLADI,  saith  Christ,  my  wondrous  grace 
 To  all  the  sons  of  men ; 
 He  that  believes  and  is  baptized, 
 J^  Salvation  shall  obtain. 
 
 2  Let  plenteous  grace  descend  on  those, 
 Who,  hoping  in  thy  word, 
 
 This  day  have  publicly  declared, 
 That  Jesus  is  their  Lord. 
 
 3  With  cheerful  feet  may  they  advance, 
 And  run  the  Christian  race ; 
 
 And,  in  the  troubles  of  the  way, 
 Find  all-sufficient  grace. 
 
 4  And  when  the  awful  message  comes, 
 To  call  their  souls  away, 
 
 May  they  be  found  prepared  to  live 
 
 Li  realms  of  endless  day.  * 
 
 q  m  m  S.  M.  Labax. 
 
 OOO •         The  Saviours  pierced  Side. 
 
 [Y  Saviour's  pierced  side 
 Poured  out  a  double  flood : 
 By  water  we  are  purified, 
 
 And  pardoned  by  his  blood. 
 2  Called  from  above,  I  rise, 
 And  wash  away  my  sin ; 
 The  stream  to  which  my  spirit  flies, 
 Can  make  the  foulest  clean. 
 229 
 
356,  357.]  baptism. 
 
 3  It  run?  "divinely  clear, 
 A  fountain  deep  and  wide : 
 
 'T  was  opened  by  the  soldier's  spear, 
 In  my  Redeemer's  side ! 
 
 O  **■  /*  L.  M.  Ahaz. 
 
 OvO.     Tead      U  N<  ti    u  and  baptize. 
 
 *•  fiO,  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize!  " 
 
 \T  Aloud  th'  ascending  Jesus  erics ; 
 His  glad  apostles  took  the  word. 
 
 An  i  round  the  nations  preached  their  Lord. 
 
 2  Commissioned  thus,  by  Zion's  King, 
 
 We  to  this  water  now  do  bring 
 
 These  happy  c  nv<  rts,  who  have  known 
 
 And  trusted  in  his  grace  alone. 
 
 3  Lord',  in  thy  house  they  seel:  thy  face, 
 Oh  bless  them  with  peculiar  gra  3e  : 
 Refresh  their  souls  with  love  divine ; 
 
 Let  beams  of  glory  round  them  shine.  * 
 
 3 
 
 ^  <x/  3rd  P.  or  EL  Bt  Haddam. 
 
 O  i  ,  Baptized  in  the  Name  of  the  triune  God. 
 
 BAPTIZED  into  thy  name. 
 Mysterious  One  in  Three. 
 Our  souls  and  bodies  claim 
 
 A  sacrifice  to  thee : 
 And  let  us  live  our  faith  to  prove, 
 The  faith  which  works  by  humble  love. 
 
 2  Oh  that  our  light  may  shine, 
 
 And  ail  our  lives  express 
 The  character  divine, 
 
 The  real  holiness; 
 And  then  receive  us  up  f  adore 
 The  triune  God  for  evermore.  C.  Wesley* 
 
 230 
 
BAPTISM  OF  INFANTS.      [358,  359,  360. 
 
 S.  M.  Lisbon. 
 
 TJie  Child  consecrated. 
 
 TO  Thee,  O  God  in  heaven, 
 This  little  one  we  bring, 
 Giving  to  thee  what  thou  hast  given — 
 Our  dearest  offering. 
 
 2  Into  a  world  of  toil, 
 These  little  feet  will  roam, 
 
 Where  sin  its  purity  may  soil, 
 AVhere  care  and  grief  may  come. 
 
 3  Oh,  then,  let  thy  pure  love, 
 With  influence  serene, 
 
 Come  down,  like  water,  from  above, 
 
 To  comfort  and  make  clean.  Clarke. 
 
 f)wA  S.  M.  Dennis. 
 
 Of/t/«  Suffer  them  to  come  to  me. 
 
 THE  Saviour  kindly  calls 
 Our  children  to  his  breast ; 
 He  holds  them  in  his  gracious  arrns ; — 
 Himself  declares  them  blest. 
 
 2  "  Let  them  approach,"  he  cries, 
 "  Xor  scorn  their  humble  claim  ; 
 
 The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these, — 
 For  such  as  these  I  came." 
 
 3  With  joy  we  bring  them,  Lord  ! 
 Devoting  them  to  thee, 
 
 Imploring  that,  as  we  are  thine, 
 
 Thine  may  our  offspring  be.  Episcopal  Coll. 
 
 3r*r\  8.  M.  Gerar. 
 
 OIJ.  Far  unto  you  and  your  Children. 
 
 LORD  !  what  our  ears  have  heard, 
 Our  eyes  delight  to  trace ; 
 Thy  love  in  long  succession  shown 
 To  every  virtuous  race. 
 
 231 
 
361. J  BAPTISM   OF   INFANTS. 
 
 2  Our  children  tliou  dost  claim, 
 And  mark  them  out  for  thine : 
 
 Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name 
 For  goodness  so  divine ! 
 
 3  Thy  covenant  may  they  keep, 
 And  bless  the  happy  bands, 
 
 Which  closer  still  engage  their  hearts 
 To  honor  thy  commands. 
 
 4  How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord ! 
 How  plenteous  is  thy  grace, 
 
 Which  in  the  promise  of  thy  love 
 Includes  our  rising  race ! 
 
 5  Our  offspring,  still  thy  care, 
 Shall  own  their  fathers'  God, 
 
 To  latest  times  thy  blessing  share, 
 And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 
 
 C.  M.  Fountain. 
 
 The  Shepherd  of  the  Lambs. 
 
 361. 
 
 SEE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 
 With  all-engaging  charms ; 
 Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
 And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 
 
 2  "Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 
 "  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name, 
 
 For  't  was  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
 The  Lord  of  glory  came." 
 
 3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 
 And  yield  them  up  to  thee ; 
 
 Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
 Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 
 
 4  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 
 Thy  guardian  care  we  trust ; 
 
 That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  hearts, 
 
 If  weeping  o'er  their  dust.  Doddridge* 
 
 232 
 
BAPTISM   OF  INFANTS 
 
 [362,  363. 
 
 hJ. 
 
 8.  M. 
 
 A  Blessing  on  the  Infant, 
 
 SlIIRLAXD. 
 
 GREAT  God,  now  condescend 
 To  bless  our  rising  race ; 
 Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend 
 To  thy  victorious  grace. 
 
 2  Oh  what  a  pure  delight, 
 Their  happiness  to  see ! 
 
 Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite, 
 To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 
 
 3  Now  bless,  thou  God  of  love, 
 This  ordinance  divine ; 
 
 Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
 And  make  these  children  thine. 
 
 Fellows. 
 
 363. 
 
 C.  31.  Palermo. 
 
 The  Covenant  with  Abraham 
 
 HOW  large  the  promise,  how  divine, 
 To  Abraham  and  his  seed, — 
 
 1  am  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
 
 Supplying  all  their  need. 
 
 2  The  words  of  his  unbounded  love, 
 From  age  to  age  endure ; 
 
 The  Angel  of  the  Covenant  proves 
 And  seals  the  blessing  sure. 
 
 3  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 
 To  our  great  father  given ; 
 
 He  takes  our  children  to  his  arms, 
 And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 
 
 4  O  God,  how  faithful  are  thy  ways ! 
 Thy  love 'endures  the  same; 
 
 Hot  from  the  promise  of  thy  grace 
 
 Blots  out  our  children's  name.  Watts. 
 
 233 
 
364,  365,  366.]     lord's  supper. 
 
 Q/i    A  S.    M.  HOLBROOK. 
 
 O04fc«  GocVs  gracious  Promises. 
 
 UR  children  thou  dost  claim, 
 
 O  Lord  our  God,  as  thine : 
 
 Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name, 
 
 For  goodness  so  divine. 
 
 2  Thee  let  the  fathers  own, 
 Thee  let  the  sons  adore ; 
 
 Joined  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vows, 
 To  be  forgot  no  more. 
 
 3  How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord ! 
 How  plenteous  is  thy  grace, 
 
 Which,  in  the  promise  of  thy  love, 
 Includes  our  rising  race. 
 
 4  Our  offspring,  still  thy  care, 
 Shall  own  their  fathers'  God ; 
 
 To  latest  times  thy  blessings  share, 
 
 And  sound  thy  praise  abroad.  Cong.  H.  B. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s.        St.  Louis. 
 Little  Ones  brought  to  Jesus. 
 
 JESUS,  kind,  inviting  Lord, 
 We  with  joy  obey  thy  word, 
 And  in  earliest  infancy 
 Bring  our  little  ones  to  thee. 
 2  Born  they  are,  as  we,  in  sin ; 
 Make  th'  unconscious  lepers  clean ; 
 Purchase  of  thy  blood  they  are, — 
 Let  them  in  thy  glory  share.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 Lord's  Supper. 
 
 3/a/i  6th  P.  M.  6  lines  7s.  Essex. 
 
 00.  Communion. 
 
 OWING  'neath  the  mercy  seat, 
 Kneeling  at  the  Saviour's  feet, 
 Gazing  on  the  purple  tide 
 Flowing  from  his  bleeding  side — 
 Father !  hear  thy  children's  cry — 
 Bend  on  us  a  pitying  eye. 
 234 
 
lord's  supper.  [367. 
 
 2  Blessed  Jesus !  't  was  thy  grace 
 Spread  for  us  the  sacred  feast; 
 
 T  was  for  us  thy  blood  was  shed — 
 For  our  sins  thy  guiltless  head 
 Bowed  beneath  the  Father's  rod, 
 All  forsaken  of  thy  God. 
 
 3  For  our  sins  Gethsemane 
 Witnessed  thy  great  agony — 
 Saw  thy  throbbing  temples  wet 
 With  the  bloody  drops  of  sweat — 
 'T  was  for  us  the  Saviour  died — 
 Christ,  the  Lord,  was  crucified. 
 
 4  Come  we  to  thy  table  now, 
 Low  in  penitence  we  bow, 
 Seeking  not  our  guilt  to  hide, 
 Trusting  in  ' '  the  Crucified  " — ■ 
 Let  this  feast  our  souls  refresh 
 
 Through  a  Saviour's  righteousness.  * 
 
 q  r*<yj  1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.  Forsyth. 
 
 OU  I  The  Supper  instituted. 
 
 IX  that  sad,  memorable  night, 
 When  Jesus  was  for  us  betrayed, 
 He  left  his  death-recording  rite  ; 
 
 He  took,  and  blessed,  and  brake  the  bread ; 
 And  gave  his  own  their  last  bequest, 
 And  thus  his  love's  intent  expressed. 
 
 2  '  *'  Take,  eat,  this  is  my  body,  given 
 To  purchase  life  and  peace  for  you, 
 
 Pardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven ; 
 Do  this,  my  dying  love  to  show ; 
 Accept  your  precious  legacy, 
 And  thus,  my  friends,  remember  me." 
 
 3  He  took  into  his  hands  the  cup, 
 To  crown  the  sacramental  feast, 
 
 And  full  of  kind  concern  looked  up, 
 
 And  gave  to  them  what  he  had  blest : 
 And— "Drink  ye  all  of  this,"  (he  said) 
 In  solemn  mem'rv  of  the  dead. 
 235 
 
368,  369.]  lord's  supper. 
 
 4  "  This  is  my  blood,"  which  seals  the  new, 
 
 Eternal  covenant  of  my  grace ; 
 My  blood  so  freely  shed  for  you, 
 
 For  you  and  all  the  sinful  race ; 
 My  blood,  that  speaks  your  sins  forgiven, 
 And  justifies  your  claim  to  heaven.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 O/^O  -k.  M.  Old  Hundred. 
 
 000.  The  Emblems. 
 
 THE  broken  bread,  the  blessed  cup, 
 On  which  we  now  are  called  to  sup, 
 Without  thy  help  and  grace  divine, 
 Will  prove  no  more  than  bread  and  wine.  t 
 
 2  But  come,  great  Master  of  the  feast, 
 Dispense  thy  grace  to  every  guest ; 
 Direct  our  views  to  Calvary, 
 
 And  help  us  to  remember  thee. 
 
 3  Let  us  with  light  and  truth  be  blest, 
 That  on  thy  bosom  we  may  rest ; 
 And  at  thy  supper  each  may  learn, 
 Thy  broken  body  to  discern. 
 
 4  Oh  that  our  souls  may  now  be  fed 
 With  Christ  himself,  the  living  bread ; 
 That  we  the  covenant  may  renew 
 
 And  to  our  vows  be  rendered  true  !  * 
 
 3pr\  S.  M.  Golden  Hill. 
 
 Oe/  •  Our  Paschal  Lamb. 
 
 LET  all  who  truly  bear 
 The  bleeding  Saviour's  name, 
 Their  faithful  hearts  with  us  prepare, 
 
 And  eat  the  Paschal  Lamb ! 
 Our  passover  was  slain 
 
 At  Salem's  hallowed  place, 
 Yet  we  who  in  our  tents  remain 
 Shall  gain  his  largest  grace. 
 236 
 
lord's  supper.  [370. 
 
 2  This  eucharistic  feast 
 Our  every  want  supplies, 
 
 And  still  we  by  his  death  are  blest, 
 
 And  share  his  sacrifice : 
 By  faith  his  flesh  we  eat, 
 
 Who  here  his  passions  show, 
 And  God  out  of  his  holy  seat 
 
 Shall  all  his  gifts  bestow. 
 
 3  Who  thus  our  faith  employ 
 His  sufferings  to  record, 
 
 E'en  now  we  mournfully  enjoy 
 
 Communion  with  our  Lord ; 
 As  though  we  every  one 
 
 Beneath  his  cross  had  stood, 
 And  seen  him  heave,  and  heard  him  groan, 
 
 And  felt  his  gushing  blood. 
 
 4  0  God!  'tis  finished  now! 
 The  mortal  pang  is  past ! 
 
 By  faith  his  head  we  see  him  bow, 
 
 And  hear  him  breathe  his  last. 
 We,  too,  with  him  are  dead, 
 
 And  shall  with  him  arise : 
 The  cross  on  which  he  bows  his  head, 
 
 Shall  lift  us  to  the  skies.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 3ry/\  C.  M.  Woodland. 
 
 i  U.    Meeting  at  the  Table  of  the  Lord. 
 
 HERE  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet, 
 To  feed  on  food  divine : 
 Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
 Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 
 
 2  He,  who  prepares  this  rich  repast, 
 Himself  comes  down  and  dies ; 
 
 And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
 Upon  the  sacrifice. 
 
 3  Here  peace  and  pardon  sweetlv  flow; 
 Oh  what  delightful  food ! 
 
 We.  eat  the  bread — and  drink  the  wine — 
 But  think  on  nobler  good. 
 237 
 
371,  372.]  lord's  supper 
 
 4  Deep  was  the  suffering  He  endured 
 Upon  th'  accursed  tree — 
 
 For  me — each  welcome  guest  may  say — 
 'T  was  all  endured  for  me. 
 
 5  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free — 
 Dear  Saviour — so  divine  ! 
 
 Well  thou  mayst  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
 
 Which  owes  so  much  to  thine.  Stennett. 
 
 3™-t  L.  M.  Bowrixg. 
 
 i  ±9  His  dying  Cry. 
 
 •*  rp  IS  finished ! " — so  the  Saviour  cried, 
 
 JL   And  meekly  bowed  his  head  and  died , 
 T  is  finished — yes,  the  race  is  rim, 
 The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won. 
 
 2  'T  is  finished ! — all  that  heaven  decreed, 
 And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said, 
 
 Is  now  fulfilled,  as  was  designed, 
 In  thee,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 
 
 3  'T  is  finished ! — Aaron  now  no  more 
 Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore ; 
 The  sacred  vail  is  rent  in  twain, 
 
 And  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 
 
 4  'T  is  finished ! — man  is  reconciled 
 
 To  God,  and  powers  of  darkness  spoiled ; 
 Peace,  love,  and  happiness  again 
 Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 
 
 5  'Tis  finished  ! — let  the  joyful  sound 
 Be  heard  thro'  all  the  nations  round ; 
 'T  is  finished ! — let  the  echo  fly 
 
 Thro'  heaven  and  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky  !     Stennett. 
 
 279 
 
 L.  M.  Luxox. 
 
 01  r^!.  Figure  and  Means  of  saving   Grace. 
 
 AUTHOR  of  our  salvation,  thee, 
 With  lowly,  thankful  hearts,  we  praise ; 
 Author  of  this  great  mystery, — 
 Figure  and  means  of  saving  grace. 
 238 
 
lord's  supper.  [373,  374. 
 
 2  The  sacred,  true,  effectual  sign, 
 Thy  body  and  thy  blood,  it  shows; 
 
 The  glorious  instrument  divine, 
 
 Thy  mercy  and  thy  strength  bestows. 
 
 3  We  see  the  blood  that  seals  our  peace ; 
 Thy  pard'ning  mercy  we  receive ; 
 
 The  bread  doth  visibly  express 
 
 The  strength  through  which  our  spirits  live. 
 
 4  Our  spirits  drink  a  fresh  supply, 
 And  eat  the  bread  so  freely  given, 
 
 Till,  borne  on  eagles'  wings,  we  fly, 
 
 And  banquet  with  our  Lord  in  heaven.      C.  Wesley. 
 
 3ryQ  8.  M.     Franklin  Square. 
 
 IO.        Universal  Gladness  and  Joy. 
 
 GLORY  to  God  on  high 
 Our  peace  is  made  with  Heaven ; 
 The  Son  of  God  came  down  to  die, 
 That  we  mijrht  be  forgiven. 
 
 2  His  precious  blood  was  shed, 
 His  body  bruised  for  sin ; 
 
 Remember  this  in  eating  bread, 
 Ajid  that  in  drinking  wine. 
 
 3  Approach  his  royal  board, 
 In  his  rich  garments  clad ; 
 
 Join  every  tongue  to  praise  the  Lord, 
 And  every  heart  be  glad. 
 
 4  The  Father  gives  the  Son ; 
 The  Son,  his  flesh  and  blood  : 
 
 The  Spirit  seals,  and  faith  puts  on 
 
 The  righteousness  of  God.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 3rv  i  C.  M.  Believer. 
 
 i  "x.  Grateful  Remembrance. 
 
 ACCORDING  to  thy  gracious  word, 
 In  meek  humility, 
 This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, — 
 I  will  remember  thee. 
 
 239 
 
375.]  lord's  supper. 
 
 2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 
 My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be ; 
 
 Thy  testamentaJ  cup  I  take, 
 And  thus  remember  thee. 
 
 3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget? 
 Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 
 
 Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
 And  not  remember  thee  ? 
 
 4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 
 And  rest  on  Calvary, 
 
 O  Lamb  of  God,  my  Sacrifice, 
 I  must  remember  thee ! 
 
 5  Remember  thee  and  all  thy  pains, 
 And  all  thy  love  to  me  ; 
 
 Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
 Will  I  remember  thee. 
 
 6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 
 And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
 
 When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 
 
 Jesus,  remember  me.  Montgomery. 
 
 3ry^  C.  M.  Colchester. 
 
 %  t)o  Approaching  the  Table. 
 
 JESUS,  at  whose  supreme  command 
 We  now  approach  to  God, 
 Before  us  in  thy  vesture  stand, 
 
 Thy  vesture  dipped  in  blood. 
 Obedient  to  thy  gracious  word, 
 
 We  break  the  hallowed  bread, 
 Commem'rate  thee,  our  dying  Lord, 
 
 And  trust  on  thee  to  feed. 
 2  Xow,  Saviour,  now,  thyself  reveal, 
 
 And  make  thy  nature  known, 
 Affix  thy  blessed  Spirit's  seal, 
 
 And  stamp  us  for  thy  own. 
 The  tokens  of  thy  dying  love, 
 
 Oh  let  us  all  receive, 
 And  feel  the  quickening  Spirit  move, 
 
 And  sensibly  believe ! 
 
 .    240 
 
LORDS    SUPPER. 
 
 [376,  31 
 
 3  The  cup  of  blessing,  blessed  by  thee, 
 Let  it  thy  blood  impart ; 
 
 The  bread  thy  mystic  body  be, 
 
 And  cheer  each  languid  heart. 
 The  grace  which  sure  salvation  brings, 
 
 Let  us  herewith  receive  ; 
 Satiate  the  hungry  with  good  things, 
 
 The  hidden  manna  give. 
 
 4  The  living  bread  sent  down  from  heaven, 
 In  us  vouchsafe  to  be ; 
 
 Thy  flesh  for  all  the  world  is  given, 
 
 And  all  may  live  by  thee. 
 Now,  Lord,  on  us  thy  flesh  bestow, 
 
 And  let  us  drink  thy  blood, 
 Till  all  our  souls  are  filled  below, 
 
 With  all  the  life  of  God.  fit  Wesley. 
 
 376. 
 
 S.  M. 
 
 The  opened  Fountain. 
 
 CjALLED  from  above,  I  rise, 
 /  And  wash  away  my  sin ; 
 The  stream  to  which  my  spirit  flies, 
 Can  make  the  foulest  clean. 
 
 2  It  rums  divinely  clear, 
 A  fountain  deep  and  wide : 
 
 T  was  opened  by  the  soldier's  spear, 
 In  my  Redeemer's  side. 
 
 OZREM. 
 
 377. 
 
 C.  M. 
 
 Gratitude  and  Love. 
 
 IF  human  kindness  meets  return, 
 And  owns  the  grateful  tie ; — 
 If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn 
 To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh ; — 
 
 2  Oh  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 
 
 The  gratitude  we  owe 
 To  Him  who  died  our  fears  to  quell, 
 
 And  save  from  endless  woe  ? 
 L  241 
 
 C.  Wesley. 
 Palermo. 
 
378,  379.]  lord's  supper. 
 
 3  While  yet  in  anguish  he  surveyed 
 Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee, 
 
 What  love  his  latest  words  displayed ! — 
 Meet  and  remember  me. 
 
 4  Remember  thee !  thy  death,  thy  shame, 
 The  griefs  which  thou  didst  bear ! 
 
 O  memory,  leave  no  other  name 
 
 So  deeply  graven  there.  Nod  Coll. 
 
 3ryQ  C.  M.  Rochester. 
 
 I  0.  Its  Design. 
 
 THAT  doleful  night  before  his  death, 
 The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
 Did  almost  with  his  dying  breath 
 This  solemn  feast  ordain. 
 
 2  To  keep  the  feast,  Lord,  we  have  met, 
 And  to  remember  thee  : 
 
 Help  each  poor  trembler  to  repeat, — 
 For  me  he  died,  for  me ! 
 
 3  Thy  sufferings,  Lord,  each  sacred  sign 
 To  our  remembrance  brings : 
 
 We  eat  the  bread,  and  drink  the  wine, 
 But  think  on  nobler  things. 
 
 4  Oh  tune  our  tongues,  and  set  in  frame 
 Each  heart  that  pants  for  thee, 
 
 To  sing, — Hosanna  to  the  Lamb, 
 
 The  Lamb  that  died  for  me !  Hart. 
 
 3rvA  L.  M.  Retreat. 
 
 i  O \  Rejoicing  at  the  Table,  with  godly  Sorrow. 
 
 TO  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord, 
 The  name  by  heaven  and  earth  adored, 
 Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
 A  cheerful  song  of  sacred  praise. 
 
 2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know, 
 Are  weak,  and  languishing,  and  low ; 
 Far,  far  above  our  humble  songs, 
 The  theme  demands  immortal  tongue3. 
 242 
 
lord's  supper.  [380,  381. 
 
 3  Yet  while  around  this  board  we  meet, 
 And  humbly  worship  at  his  feet, 
 
 Oh  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
 In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love  ! 
 
 4  Let  humble,  penitential  woe, 
 In  tears  of  godly  sorrow  flow  ; 
 And  thy  forgiving  smiles  impart 
 
 Life,  hope,  and  joy,  to  every  heart.  Steele. 
 
 3q  r\  5th  P.  ML  4  lines  7s.         St.  Louis. 
 
 KjXjm        Discerning  the  Lord's  Body. 
 
 JESUS,  all-redeeming  Lord,  * 
 Magnify  thy  dying  word ; 
 In  thine  ordinance  appear  ; 
 Come,  and  meet  thy  followers  here. 
 
 2  In  the  rite  thou  hast  enjoined, 
 Let  us  now  our  Saviour  find ; 
 Drink  thy  blood  for  sinners  shed, 
 Taste  thee  in  the  broken  bread. 
 
 3  Thou  our  faithful  hearts  prepare ; 
 Thou  thy  pardoning  grace  declare  : 
 Thou  that  hast  for  sinners  died, 
 Show  thyself  the  Crucified  ! 
 
 4  All  the  power  of  sin  remove ; 
 Fill  us  with  thy  perfect  love ; 
 Stamp  us  with  the  stamp  olivine ; 
 
 Seal  our  souls  forever  thine.        ,  C.  Wesley. 
 
 3q-|  C.  M.  St.  Ahw& 
 
 OJL.  Strength  renewed. 
 
 0GOD,  unseen,  yet  ever  near, 
 Thy  presence  may  we  feel ; 
 And  thus,  inspired  with  holy  fear, 
 Before  thy  table  kneel. 
 
 2  Here  may  thy  faithful  people  know 
 
 The  blessings  of  thy  love  ; 
 The  streams  that  through  the  desert  flow, — 
 
 The  manna  from  above. 
 243 
 
382,  383.]  lord's  supper. 
 
 3  We  come,  obedient  to  thy  word, 
 To  feast  on  heavenly  food ; 
 
 Our  meat,  the  body  of  the  Lord, 
 Our  drink,  his  precious  blood. 
 
 4  Thus  may  we  all  thy  words  obey ; 
 For  we,  O  God,  are  thine ; 
 
 And  go  rejoicing  on  our  way, 
 
 Kenewed  with  strength  divine.  Anon. 
 
 3q-\  S.  M*  Luther. 
 
 0-*.  The  Supper  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 THEE,  King  of  saints,  we  praise 
 For  this  our  living  bread ; 
 Nourished  by  thy  preserving  grace, 
 And  at  thy  table  fed. 
 
 2  Yet  still  a  higher  seat 
 We  in  thy  kingdom  claim, 
 
 Who  here  begin  by  faith  to  eat 
 The  supper  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 3  That  glorious,  heavenly  prize 
 We  surely  shall  attain, 
 
 And,  in  the  palace  of  the  skies, 
 
 With  thee  forever  reign.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 QQQ  S.  M.  Athol. 
 
 000.  Obeying  the  Command. 
 
 JE>L^S,  we  thus  obey 
 Thy  last  and  kindest  word ; 
 Here,  in  thine  own  appointed  way, 
 We  come  to  meet  our  Lord. 
 
 2  The  way  thou  hast  enjoined, 
 Thou  wilt  therein  appear ; 
 
 We  come  with  confidence  to  find 
 Thy  special  presence  here. 
 
 3  Whate'er  th'  Almighty  can 
 To  pardoned  sinners  give, 
 
 The  fullness  of  our  God-made  man, 
 
 We  here  with  Christ  receive.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 .  244 
 
worship  of  god.  [384,  3s5. 
 
 Worship  of  God. 
 
 Out.  Glory  begun  below. 
 
 C10ME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
 /     And  let  your  joys  be  known; 
 Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
 While  ye  surround  his  throne. 
 
 2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 
 
 Who  never  knew  our  God  : 
 But  servants  of  the  heavenly  king 
 May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 
 
 3  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 
 
 That  all  the  earth  surveys, 
 
 That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 
 
 And  calms  the  roaring  seas. 
 
 4  This  awful  God  is  ours, 
 
 Our  Father  and  our  Love; 
 He  will  send  down  his  heavenly  powers, 
 To  carry  us  above. 
 
 5  There  we  shall  see  his  face, 
 
 And  never,  never  sin  ; 
 There  from  the  rivers  'of  his  grace 
 Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 
 
 6  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
 
 And  every  tear  be  dry : 
 We  're  marching  through  Immanuers  ground, 
 To  fairer  worlds  on  hierh. 
 
 3q  m  L.  M.  Manoah. 
 
 OO.  Invocation. 
 
 COME,  Holy  Spirit !  calm  my  mind, 
 And  fit  me  to  approach  my  God  ; 
 .Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought, 
 And  lead  me  to  thy  blest  abode. 
 245 
 
386,  387.]  worship  of  god. 
 
 2  Hast  thou  imparted  to  my  soul 
 A  living  spark  of  holy  fire  ? 
 
 Oh !  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame  ; 
 Make  me  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 
 
 3  A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 
 And  let  me  now  my  Saviour  see ; 
 
 Oh  !  soothe  and  cheer  my  burdened  heart, 
 
 And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  thee.  * 
 
 3QiQ  C.    M.  SWAXWICK. 
 
 OU.  Adore  the  Lord. 
 
 RISE,  ye  people,  and  adore; 
 Exulting  strike  the  chord ; 
 Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 
 Confess  th'  Almighty  Lord. 
 
 2  Glad  shouts  aloud,  wide  echoing  round, 
 Th'  ascending  God  proclaim ; 
 
 Th'  angelic  choir  respond  the  sound, 
 And  shake  creation's  frame. 
 
 3  They  sing  of  death  and  hell  o'erthrown 
 In  that  triumphant  hour ; 
 
 And  God  exalts  his  conquering  Son 
 To  his  right  hand  of  power. 
 
 4  Oh  shout,  ye  people,  and  adore ; 
 Exulting  strike  the  chord ; 
 
 Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 
 
 Confess  th'  Almighty  Lord.  Lyte. 
 
 3Q\y  C.  M.  Shenley. 
 
 Oli  Joyful  Anticipation  of  public  Worship. 
 
 OH,  'twas  a  joyful  sound  to  hear 
 Our  tribes  devoutly  say, 
 Up,  Israel,  to  the  temple  haste, 
 
 And  keep  your  festal  day ! 
 2  At  Salem's  courts  we  must  appear, 
 
 With  our  assembled  powers, 
 In  strong  and  beauteous  order  ranged 
 Like  her  united  towers. 
 
 246 
 
WORSHIP   OF   GOD.  [388. 
 
 3  'T  is  thither,  by  divine  command, 
 The  tribes  of  God  repair, 
 
 Before  his  ark  to  celebrate 
 
 His  Xame  with  praise  and  prayer. 
 
 4  Oh,  ever  pray  for  Salem's  peace ; 
 For  they  shall  prosperous  be. 
 
 Thou  holy  ciry  of  our  God, 
 Who  bear  true  love  to  thee. 
 
 5  May  peace  within  thy  sacred  walls 
 A  constant  guest  be  found : 
 
 "With  plenty  and  prosperity 
 Thy  palaces  be  crowned. 
 
 6  For  my  dear  brethren's  sake,  and  friends 
 Xo  less  than  brethren  dear, 
 
 I  '11  pray — May  peace  in  Salem's  towers 
 A  constant  guest  appear. 
 
 7  But  most  of  all  I'll  seek  thy  good, 
 And  ever  wish  thee  well, 
 
 For  Zion  and  the  temple's  sake, 
 
 Where  God  vouchsafes  to  dwell,  * 
 
 ^r\/~\  L.  JML  Adoeatiox. 
 
 OOO.  The  Souse  of  God. 
 
 I  LOVE  thy  tabernacle,  Lord, 
 I  love  to  meet  thy  people  there ; 
 To  hear  and  feel  thy  holy  word, 
 
 And  mingle  holy  praise  with  prayer. 
 
 2  I  love  to  hear  the  voice  of  praise 
 When  Zion  strikes  her  tuneful  lyre, 
 
 The  soul-inspiring  rapturous  lays, 
 
 And  soft  symphonious  sounding  choir. 
 
 3  How  sweet  the  audience  divine, 
 
 While  beams  of  light  from  heaven  descend : 
 Where  peace  and  love  their  charms  combine, 
 And  saints  in  holy  reverence  bend. 
 247 
 
389.]  WORSHIP   OF   GOD. 
 
 4  I  love  the  feeling,  melting  shower, 
 So  gently  pouring  from  above ; 
 
 The  cloud  of  mercy  standing  o'er, 
 Fresh  from  the  fount  of  Jesus'  love. 
 
 5  Here,  the  aggrieved  a  solace  find, 
 The  poor  are  blessed,  the  hungry  fed ; 
 
 The  pleasures  heaven  for  man  designed, 
 Are  all  in  rich  profusion  spread. 
 
 6  This  above  all  I  most  desire — 
 
 ' '  The  beauty  of  the  Lord  to  view, 
 Within  his  temple  to  inquire," 
 
 And  heaven  with  constant  step  pursue. 
 
 3Qy-x  L.  ML  Bredgewater. 
 
 OJ»  Joy  of  pub  lie  Worsh  ip . 
 
 GEE  AT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings 
 The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs ; 
 To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
 Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 
 
 2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
 Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace ; 
 Not  tents  of  ease,  or  thrones  of  power, 
 Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 
 
 3  God  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  day ; 
 God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way 
 From  all  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
 From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 
 
 4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
 And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too ; 
 He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
 No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 
 
 5  0  God  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
 The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey, 
 
 And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee, 
 Blest  is  the  man  that  trusts  in  thee.  Watts. 
 
 248 
 
woEsnip  of  god.  [390,  391. 
 
 C.  M.  Woodland. 
 
 God's  Pavilion. 
 
 GRANT  me  within  thy  courts  a  place, 
 Among  thy  saints  a  seat, 
 Forever  to  behold  thy  face, 
 And  worship  at  thy  feet : — 
 
 2  In  thy  pavilion  to  abide, 
 When  storms  of  trouble  blow, 
 
 And  in  thy  tabernacle  hide, 
 Secure  from  every  foe. 
 
 3  Seek  ye  my  face ; — without  delay, 
 When  thus  I  hear  thee  speak, 
 
 My  heart  would  leap  for  joy,  and  say, — 
 Thy  face,  Lord,  will  I  seek. 
 
 4  Then  leave  me  not  when  griefs  assail, 
 And  earthly  comforts  flee  : 
 
 When  father,  mother,  kindred  fail, 
 
 My  God!  remember  me.  Montgomery 
 
 391. 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.    Missionary  Hymx, 
 Worship  inspired  by  Nature* 
 
 IX  thy  great  solemn  temple — 
 Grand  arch-way  of  the  skies— 
 From  every  heart,  an  altar, 
 Let  grateful  incense  rise ; 
 Whilst  all  thy  works  are  telling 
 
 The  wisdom  that  is  thine, 
 And  all  their  voices  swelling 
 The  symphonies  divine : 
 
 2  The  deep  bass  notes  of  ocean, 
 
 The  under-tones  of  seas, 
 The  play  of  wind's  commotion, 
 
 Woods  rustling  to  the  breeze ; 
 The  water-falls  with  fountains 
 
 The  flowing  strains  prolong, 
 Birds  carol  from  the  mountains, 
 
 Vales  echo  sweetest  sone ; 
 L  2  249 
 
392.]  WORSHIP    OF   GOD. 
 
 3  While  comes  a  silent  harmony, 
 From  countless  moving  spheres, 
 
 That  light  the  fields  of  ether, 
 
 And  measure  days  and  }rears ; 
 And  souls — a  starry  system, 
 
 Around  the  Sun  of  love, — 
 Fill,  with  their  noiseless  music, 
 
 The  world  of  light,  above. 
 
 4  Let  all  the  people,  bringing 
 Vows  to  the  Lord  of  all, 
 
 Their  lofty  anthems  singing 
 
 To  the  Great  "All  in  all," 
 In  chorus  join  (emotion 
 
 Aid  vocal  praise  and  prayer), 
 And  worship,  with  devotion, 
 
 Jehovah — everywhere.  Harris  Howard. 
 
 C.  M.      Praise,  P.O.,  176. 
 
 Looking  upward. 
 
 COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
 Up  to  the  courts  above, 
 And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 
 Upon  a  throne  of  love. 
 
 2  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 
 And  venture  near  the  Lord ; 
 
 ]S~o  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat, 
 Nor  double-flaming  sword. 
 
 3  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 
 Are  opened  by  the  Son ; 
 
 High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
 And  reach  the  mighty  throne. 
 
 4  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 
 Great  Advocate  on  high ; 
 
 And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King, 
 
 Who  lavs  his  anger  by.  Watts. 
 
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WORSniP    OF   GOD. 
 
 [393,  394. 
 
 ^AO  L.  M.  Shoel. 
 
 Ot/O.  Where  two  or  three  are  met  in  my  Name. 
 
 WHERE  two,  or  three,  with  sweet  accord,. 
 Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 
 Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
 And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise  ;  r 
 
 2  "There,"  says  the  Saviour,  "will  I  be 
 Amid  that  little  company ; 
 
 To  them  unvail  my  smiling  face, 
 And  shed  my  glory  round  the  place." 
 
 3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
 Relying  on  thy  faithful  word : 
 
 Oh  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
 
 And  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love.       S.  Stennett. 
 
 394. 
 
 L.  M. 
 
 Praise  to  liU  Holiness. 
 
 Adoration. 
 
 OHOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
 Thou  God  of  hosts  by  all  adored ; 
 The  earth  and  heavens  are  full  of  thee, 
 Thy  light,  thy  power,  thy  majesty. 
 
 2  Loud  hallelujahs  to  thy  name 
 Angels  and  seraphim  proclaim : 
 
 By  all  the  powers  and  thrones  in  heaven 
 Eternal  praise  to  thee  be  given. 
 
 3  Apostles  join  the  glorious  throng, 
 And  swell  the  loud,  triumphant  song ; 
 Prophets  and  martyrs  hear  the  sound, 
 And  spread  the  hallelujahs  round. 
 
 4  Glory  to  thee,  O  God  most  high ! 
 Father,  we  praise  thy  majesty ; 
 The  Son,  the  Spirit  we  adore — 
 One  Godhead,  blest  for  evermore.  * 
 
 251 
 
 Conder. 
 
395,  396.]  worship  of  god. 
 
 S.  P.  M.  Peters. 
 
 Delight  in  going  to  Church. 
 
 HOW  pleased  and  blest  was  I 
 To.  hear  the  people  cry, 
 "  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day! 
 Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 
 We  haste  to  Zion's  hill  ; 
 And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 
 
 2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
 Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 
 
 And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round : 
 
 In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 
 
 To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 
 The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 
 
 3  Here  David's  greater  Son 
 Has  fixed  his  royal  throne ; 
 
 He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  here: 
 
 He  bids  the  saints  be  glad, 
 
 He  makes  the  sinners  Scid, 
 And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 
 
 4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
 And  joy  within  thee  wait, 
 
 To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest : 
 
 The  man  who  seeks  thy  peace, 
 
 And  wishes  thine  increase, 
 A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 
 
 5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
 ' '  Peace  to  this  sacred  house ! " 
 
 For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell : 
 
 And  since  my  glorious  God 
 
 Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 
 My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well.  Watts. 
 
 3q  /*  5th  P.  M.  7s.  Hendo>\ 
 
 t/\)9  Prayer  for  a  Blessing  on  public  Worship. 
 
 TO  thy  temple  I  repair ; 
 Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there, 
 When  within  the  vail  I  meet 
 Christ  before  the  mercy  seat. 
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THE    SABBATH. 
 
 [397,  398. 
 
 2  While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
 Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue, 
 That  my  joyful  soul  may  bli 
 Thee,  the  Lord  my  righteousness. 
 
 3  While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
 God  of  love,  to  mine  attend ; 
 
 Hear  me,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads; 
 Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 
 
 4  While  I  hearken  to  thy  law, 
 Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe, 
 Till  thy  gospel  brings  to  me 
 Life  and  immortality. 
 
 5  From  thy  house  when  I  return, 
 May  my  heart  within  me  burn, 
 And  at  evening  let  me  say, 
 
 "I  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 
 
 Montgomery. 
 
 The  Sabbath. 
 
 m 
 
 C.  M.  Mablow. 
 
 Oey  I  •  Give  me  thy  Heart. 
 
 TT^HEX,  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 
 }  T     Man  comes  to  meet  his  God, 
 What  rites — what  honors  shall  he  pay  ? 
 '    How  spread  his  praise  abroad  ? 
 
 2  From  marble  domes  and  gilded  spires 
 Shall  clouds  of  incense  rise  ? 
 
 And  gems,  and  gold,  and  garlands  deck 
 The  costly  sacrifice  ? 
 
 3  Vain,  sinful  man ! — creation's  Lord 
 Thine  offerings  well  may  spare ; 
 
 But  give  thy  heart — and  thou  slialt  find, 
 
 That  God  will  hear  thy  prayer.  Barbauld. 
 
 C.  It  Howabd. 
 
 The  Blessing  of  the  Sabbath. 
 
 BLEST  day  of  God!  most  calm,  most  bright, 
 The  first  and  best  of  days  ; 
 The  laborer's  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
 The  day  of  prayer  and  praise. 
 253 
 
 398. 
 
399.]  THE  SABBATH. 
 
 2  My  Saviour's  face  made  thee  to  shine : 
 His  rising  thee  did  raise ; 
 
 And  made  thee  heavenly  and  divine, 
 Beyond  all  other  days. 
 
 3  The  first-fruits  of  a  blessing  prove 
 To  all  the  sheaves  behind ; 
 
 And  they  who  do  the  Sabbath  love, 
 A  happy  week  will  find. 
 
 4  This  day  I  must  to  God  appear ; 
 For,  Lord,  the  day  is  thine ; 
 
 Help  me  to  spend  it  in  thy  fear, 
 
 And  thus  to  make  it  mine.  Codmaiis    Coll. 
 
 399. 
 
 L.  M.  Zephyr. 
 
 Self-Dedication  to  the  Lord. 
 
 RETURN,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
 Improve  the  day  that  God  has  blest, 
 Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
 Another  Sabbath  is  begun. 
 
 2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
 So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds, 
 Provides  a  blest  foretaste  of  heaven, 
 
 On  this  day  more  than  all  the  seven. 
 
 3  Oh  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
 As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  : 
 
 And  draw  from  Christ  that  sweet  repose, 
 Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 
 
 4  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast, 
 Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
 "Which  for  the  Church  of  God  remains, 
 The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 
 
 5  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
 In  holy  comforts,  pass  away ; 
 
 How  sweet  !  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
 In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end.  Montgomery. 
 
 254 
 
THE    SABBATH.  [400,  401. 
 
 i  A  A  OL  M.     Eastpoet,  P.  C.  10. 
 
 ttUU.        Beginning  of  another  Week, 
 
 AXD  now  another  week  begins ; 
 This  day  we  call  the  Lord's : 
 Tli is  day  he  rose,  who  bore  our  sins ; 
 For  so  his  word  records. 
 
 2  Hark !  how  the  angels  sweetly  sing ! 
 Their  voices  fill  the  sky  ; 
 
 They  hail  their  great  victorious  King, 
 And  welcome  him  on  high. 
 
 3  We  '11  catch  their  note  of  lofty  praise ; 
 May  we  their  rapture  feel ; 
 
 Our  thankful  songs  with  theirs  we  '11  raise, 
 And  emulate  their  zeal. 
 
 4  Come,  then,  ye  saints,  and  grateful  sing 
 Of  Christ,  our  risen  Lord ; 
 
 Of  Christ,  the  everlasting  King, 
 Of  Christ,  th'  incarnate  Word. 
 
 5  Hail,  mighty  Saviour !  Thee  we  hail ! 
 High  on  thy  throne  above ; 
 
 Till  heart  and  flesh  together  fail, 
 
 We  '11  sing  thy  matchless  love  !  Kelbj. 
 
 MC.    M.  LAyESBORO', 
 
 #     Tlte  Morning  of  the  Lord's  Day. 
 
 EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
 I  haste  to  seek  thy  face ; 
 My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
 Without  thy  cheering  grace. 
 
 2  So  pilgrims,  on  the  scorching  sand, 
 Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
 
 Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand ; 
 And  they  must  drink  or  die. 
 
 3  I  Ye  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 
 Through  all  thy  temple  shine ; 
 
 My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
 That  vision  so  divine. 
 
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402.]  THE   SABBATH. 
 
 4  Xot  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 
 Can  please  my  soul  so  well 
 
 As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 
 And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 
 
 5  Xot  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 
 Can  my  best  passions  move, 
 
 Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
 As  thy  forgiving  love. 
 
 6  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 
 I  '11  bless  my  God  and  King  ; 
 
 Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
 
 And  tune  my  lips  to  sing.  Watts. 
 
 a  aa  26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.  Webb, 
 
 4r\JrC'«  Sabbath  Morning  Hymn. 
 
 THE  rosy  light  is  dawning 
 Upon  the  mountain's  brow; 
 It  is  the  Sabbath  morning, 
 Arise  and  pay  thy  vow. 
 Lift  up  thy  voice  to  heaven 
 
 In  sacred  praise  and  prayer,  ,- 
 While  unto  thee  is  given 
 The  light  of  life  to  share. 
 
 2  The  landscape,  lately  shrouded 
 By  evening's  paler  ray, 
 
 Smiles  beauteous  and  unclouded 
 
 Before  the  eye  of  day. 
 So  let  our  souls,  benighted 
 
 Too  long  in  folly's  shade, 
 Lord,  by  thy  smiles  be  lighted 
 
 To  joys  that  never  fade. 
 
 3  Oh  see  those  waters  streaming 
 In  crystal  purity, 
 
 While  earth,  with  verdure  teeming, 
 
 Gives  rapture  to  the  eye. 
 Let  rivers  of  salvation 
 
 In  larger  currents  flow, 
 Till  every  tribe  and  nation 
 
 Their  healing  virtues  know. 
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THE    SABBATH.  [403,  404. 
 
 1  r\Q  L.    M.  EOCKINGHAM. 
 
 trUO*    Prayer  for  the  Spirit*  Influence. 
 
 C10ME,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day, 
 /  Come,  bear  our  thoughts  from  earth  away ; 
 Now  let  our  noblest  passions  rise, 
 With  ardor  to  their  native  skies. 
 
 2  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 
 With  rays  of  light  upon  us  shine, 
 And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blest, 
 On  this  sweet  day  of  sacred  rest. 
 
 3  Oh  may  our  prayers  and  praises  rise, 
 As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies, 
 
 And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose, 
 Which  none  but  he  who  feels  it  knows. 
 
 4  Then  when  our  Sabbaths  here  are  o'er, 
 And  we  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore, 
 With  all  the  ransomed  we  shall  spend 
 
 A  Sabbath  which  shall  never  end.  * 
 
 Af\\  L.  VL  Wabe. 
 
 4fcU"i«    Sabbath  Evening :  Thy  Kingdom  come. 
 
 MILLIONS  within  thy  courts  have  met, 
 Millions  this  day  before  thee  bowed : 
 Their  faces  Zionward  were  set, — 
 
 Vows  with  their  lips  to  thee  they  vowed. 
 
 2  But  thou,  soul-searching  God !  hast  known 
 The  hearts  of  all  that  bent  the  knee ; 
 
 And  hast  accepted  those  alone, 
 Who  in  the  spirit  worshiped  thee. 
 
 3  People  of  many  a  tribe  and  tongue, 
 Of  various  languages  and  lands, 
 
 Have  heard  thy  truth,  thy  glory  sung, 
 And  offered  prayer  with  holy  hands. 
 
 4  And  not  a  prayer,  a  tear,  a  sigh, 
 Hath  failed  this  day  some  suit  to  gain ; 
 
 To  those  in  trouble  thou  wast  nigh ; 
 
 Not  one  hath  sought  thv  face  in  vain.    Montgomery. 
 257 
 
405,  406.] 
 
 THE   SABBATH. 
 
 i  r\  m  C.  M.  Chimes. 
 
 4fcUO.         Evening  of  the  LorcVs  Day. 
 
 FREQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns, 
 To  shed  its  quick'ning  beams, 
 And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns, 
 How  languid  are  its  flames ! 
 
 2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love ; 
 Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive  ; 
 
 We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
 And  }:)raise  thee  while  we  live. 
 
 3  Increase,  O  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 
 And  fit  us  to  ascend, 
 
 Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
 And  Sabbaths  never  end. 
 
 4  There  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 
 With  heavenly  luster  shine ; 
 
 Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
 
 And  feast  on  love  divine.  Brown. 
 
 a  f\p  5th  P.  M.  7s.  Horton. 
 
 trUO.  Sabbath  Evening. 
 
 SOFTLY  fades  the  twilight  ray 
 Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day ; 
 Gently  as  life's  setting  sun 
 "When  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 
 
 2  Xight  her  solemn  mantle  spreads 
 O'er  the  earth,  as  daylight  fades ; 
 All  things  tell  of  calm  repose 
 
 At  the  holy  Sabbath's  close. 
 
 3  Still  the  Spirit  lingers  near 
 Where  the  evening  worshiper 
 Seeks  communion  with  the  skies, 
 Pressing  onward  to  the  prize. 
 
 4  Saviour,  may  our  Sabbaths  be 
 Days  of  peace  and  joy  in  Thee, 
 Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose, 
 
 Where  the  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  close.        S.  F.  Smith. 
 258 
 
TUE    SABBATH.  [407,  408. 
 
 j  /yy  L-  JL  Alway. 
 
 4tU  •  •     Praising  God  u  sweet  Employ. 
 
 SWEET  is  the  work,  roy  God,  my  King, 
 To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing, 
 To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
 And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  by  night. 
 
 2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 
 
 No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast; 
 Oh  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
 Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound ! 
 
 3  When  grace  has  purified  my  heart, 
 Then  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part : 
 And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  be  shed 
 Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 
 
 4  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
 All  I  desired  or  wished  below  ; 
 
 And  every  hour  find  sweet  employ, 
 
 In  that  eternal  world  of  joy.  Watts. 
 
 a  /\q  L.  M.  Bukton. 
 
 4tv/0.  Anticijjating  the  heavenly  Sabbath. 
 
 LORD  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  us  pray, 
 In  this  thy  house,  on  this  thy  day ; 
 And  own,  as  grateful  sacrifice, 
 The  songs  which  from  thy  servants  rise. 
 
 2  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
 But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above ; 
 
 To  that  our  lab'ring  souls  aspire, 
 With  ardent  hope,  and  strong  desire. 
 
 3  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
 Nor  sin  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place : 
 No  sighs  shall  mingle  with  the  songs, 
 Winch  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 
 
 4  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes  ; 
 No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose ; 
 No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun : 
 But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 
 
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409,  410.] 
 
 THE   SABBATH. 
 
 5  O  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. 
 
 |aq  S.  M.  Lisbon. 
 
 4tU*y«  Delight  on  Ordinances. 
 
 WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
 That  saw  the  Lord  arise ; 
 Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
 And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 
 
 2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 
 And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
 
 Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
 And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 
 
 3  One  day  in  such  a  place 
 Where  thou,  my  God,  art  seen, 
 
 Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
 Of  pleasurable  sin. 
 
 4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
 In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
 
 And  sit,  and  sing  herself  away 
 
 To  everlasting  bliss.  Watts. 
 
 a  -j  r\  3d  P.  or  H.  M.  Haddam. 
 
 4rJLU«       Rejoicing  on  the  Lord's  Day. 
 
 CHILDREN  of  God,  awake, 
 \J  And  hail  this  sacred  day ; 
 In  loftiest  songs  of  praise 
 
 Your  grateful  homage  pay ; 
 Come,  bless  the  day  that  God  hath  blest, 
 The  type  of  heaven's  eternal  rest. 
 
 2  On  this  auspicious  morn 
 
 The  Lord  of  life  arose ; 
 He  burst  the  bars  of  death, 
 
 And  vanquished  all  our  foes ; 
 And  now  he  pleads  our  cause  above,. 
 And  reaps  the  fruits  of  all  his  love. 
 260 
 
WARNING.  [411. 
 
 3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  ! 
 
 Heaven  with  hosannas  rings, 
 And  earth,  with  humbler  strains, 
 
 Thy  praise  responsive  sings ; 
 1  'Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  skin, 
 Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign ! " 
 
 PROCESS  OF  SALVATION. 
 
 "Warning. 
 
 i  -j  -j  L.  M.  D.    Duane  Street. 
 
 411.  "Prepare"— "Not  yd."— 
 
 TEX  thousand  times  the  sound  "  Prepare!' 
 Struck  on  the  sinner's  heart  of  steel ; 
 And  starting  from  the  world  of  care, 
 
 He  strove  his  sorrow  to  conceal ; 
 He  rushed  amid  the  glittering  throng, 
 
 Where  giddy  hearts  for  pleasure  met, " 
 The  warning  came  mid  wine  and  song — ■ 
 Mid  wine  and  song  he  sighed,  "  Not  yet" 
 
 2  Among  the  multitudes  he  bowed, 
 Eager  in  search  of  wealth  and  fame ; 
 
 "Wealth  soon  was  his — the  waiting  crowd 
 
 Gave  willing  honors  to  his  name : 
 One  thought  of  Heaven's  broken  laws 
 
 Made  him  his  years  of  sin  regret ; 
 He  hurried  from  the. world's  applause, 
 
 And  told  his  God,  "Nof  yet,  not  yet." 
 
 3  Blanched  by  disease,  the  smitten  lay, 
 A  sinner  on  his  couch  of  pain ; 
 
 And  wealth  and  fame,  oh  what  are  they 
 
 His  wasted  moments  to  regain  ? 
 Death's  messenger  was  at  his  side, 
 
 His  seal  upon  his  heart  was  set ; 
 11  Too  late,  alas !  too  late  !  "  he  cried ; 
 
 ' '  Not  yet,  not  vet,  0  Death !  not  yet ! "  * 
 
 261 
 
412, 413.]  wakstxg. 
 
 a  -  r\  C.  It  Litchfield. 
 
 t:±,4.  Voice  of  Repentance. 
 
 REPENT,  the  voice  celestial  cries, 
 Nor  longer  dare  delay ; 
 The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
 And  meets  a  fiery  day. 
 
 2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 
 O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men ; 
 
 His  heralds  are  dispatched  abroad 
 To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 
 
 3  Together  in  his  presence  bow, 
 And  all  your  guilt  confess; 
 
 Accept  the  offered  Saviour  now, 
 Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 
 
 4  Bow  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 
 And  call  you  to  his  bar ; 
 
 For  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bound, 
 
 And  turns  to  vengeance  there.  Doddridge. 
 
 413. 
 
 C.  M.     Duxlap's  Creek,  P.  C.  106. 
 The  Coming  of  the  Day 
 
 THE  day  approacheth,  0  my  soul ! 
 The  great  decisive  day, 
 Which  from  the  verge  of  mortal  life 
 Shall  bear  thee  far  away. 
 
 2  Another  day,  more  awful,  dawns ; 
 And,  lo  !  the  Judge  appears  ; 
 
 Ye  heavens  retire  before  his  face, 
 And  sink  ye  darkened  stars ! 
 
 3  Yet  does  one  short,  preparing  hour, 
 One  precious  hour  remain; 
 
 Rouse  thee,  my  soul,  with  all  thy  power, 
 
 Nor  let  it  pass  in  vain.  Doddridge. 
 
 .    262 
 
414. 
 
 WARNING.  [414. 
 
 8th  P.  M.  8s,  7s  &  4s.     Golden  Chain, 
 An  Appeal  to  the  Sinner.  P-  9* 
 
 STOP,  poor  sinner,  and  look  yonder, 
 See  your  sins  like  mountains  rise, 
 Oh  !  astonishing  the  number, 
 Higher  mounting  than  the  skies ; 
 
 CO  ' 
 
 Cry  for  mercy, 
 Dread  the  death  that  never  dies. 
 
 2  On  the  crumbling  banks  of  ruin, 
 How  can  you  securely  dwell  ? 
 
 Sinners,  vengeance  is  pursuing, 
 And  will  sweep  you  down  to  hell, 
 Then  to  heaven 
 Finally  you'll  bid  farewell. 
 
 3  Wrapt  in  sheets  of  black  damnation, 
 There  the  curling  flames  surround, 
 
 Torments  endless,  no  cessation. 
 Mercy  there  can  not  be  found ; 
 Dismal  veilings 
 In  those  lower  realms  abound. 
 
 4  See  yon  sim  how  swift  he  hasteth 
 Through  the  circuit  of  the  skies : 
 
 How  your  golden  moment  wasteth  ; 
 Sinners  pray,  at  length  be  wise ; 
 Oh  he 's  setting, 
 And  may  set  no  more  to  rise. 
 
 5  ZSTow  's  the  time  for  preparation ! 
 While  the  vital  air  you  breathe : 
 
 God  is  offering  you  salvation, 
 Calls  you  yet  to  turn  and  live ; 
 Boundless  mercy; 
 All  who  come  he  will  receive. 
 
 6  See  the  precious  blood  of  Jesus, 
 Streaming  from  the  cursed  tree  ! 
 
 Will  net  this  suffice  to  grieve  us  ? 
 Jesus  spilt  his  blood  for  me ! 
 Come  then,  sinners, 
 And  his  great  salvation  see. 
 263 
 
415,  416.]  warning. 
 
 a  -j  m         C.  M.  The  Hiding-place.     Minstrel 
 trJLQ.  Flee  from  the  Wrath,     of  Zion,  p.  84. 
 
 SINNERS,  the  city  where  you  dwell 
 Is  doomed  to  fearful  woe ; 
 Those  dark,  impending  clouds  foretell 
 The  quick  descending  blow. 
 
 Chorus  :  Sinners,  the  hiding-place  is  nigh ; 
 The  Saviour  calls — away ! 
 He  is  the  only  refuge — fly ! 
 There 's  danger  in  delay. 
 
 2  Beneath  you  shall  the  trembling  ground 
 Quake  with  the  wrath  of  God ; 
 
 While  all  above  you  and  around 
 Shall  roll  the  fiery  flood. 
 
 3  Haste  from  your  revels  and  your  mirth 
 And  all  your  carnal  joys ; 
 
 The  day  of  wrath  is  bursting  forth ; 
 Oh !  hasten  to  be  wise. 
 
 4  Fly  to  the  mountain,  quickly  fly ; 
 Nor  will  your  flight  be  vain ; 
 
 'T  is  God's  own  house,  and  heaven  is  nigh ; 
 Stay  not  in  all  the  plain. 
 
 5  Angel?,  sweet  messengers  of  love, 
 Lend  you  their  rapid  wing  ; 
 
 And  thou  good  Spirit  from  above, 
 All  needful  succors  bring. 
 
 6  Why  do  you  tarry,  trembling  souls  ? 
 Haste  ere  the  lightnings  blaze ; 
 
 Fly  ere  the  rumbling  thunder  rolls, 
 
 Fly  to  the  hiding-place.  IT.  Hunter. 
 
 a  -j  /i  S.  M.  Olmutz. 
 
 trXU.     The  Horrors  of  the  second  Death.  . 
 
 OH  where  shall  rest  be  found, — 
 Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
 'T  were  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 
 Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 
 
 264 
 
WARNING.  [417. 
 
 2  The  world  can  never  give 
 The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
 
 T  is  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
 Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 
 
 3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
 There  is  a  life  above, 
 
 Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years ; 
 And  all  that  life  is  love. 
 
 4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 
 Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
 
 Oh,  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
 Around  the  second  death  ! 
 
 5  Thou  God  of  truth  and  grace ! 
 Teach  us  that  death  to  shun : 
 
 Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
 
 For  evermore  undone.  Montgomery. 
 
 417. 
 
 C.  M.  Chixa. 
 
 Sin  kills  beyond  the  Tomb. 
 
 TTAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear — 
 V     Repent — thy  end  is  nigh  ! 
 Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far, 
 Oh,  think — before  thou  die  ! 
 
 2  Reflect — thou  hast  a  soul  to  save, 
 Thy  sins — how  high  they  mount ! 
 
 What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave- 
 How  stands  that  dread  account  ? 
 
 3  Death  enters — and  there's  no  defense 
 His  time,  there's  none  can  tell: 
 
 He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
 To  heaven  or  down  to  hell ! 
 
 4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  greatest  care, 
 Shall  crawling  worms  consume ; 
 
 But  ah  !  destruction  stops  not  there — 
 Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 
 M  265 
 
418,  419.]  warxixg. 
 
 5  To-day  the  Gospel  calls,  to-day, 
 
 Sinner,  it  speaks  to  you  ; 
 Let  every  one  forsake  his  way, 
 
 And  mercy  will  ensue.  Hart. 
 
 418. 
 
 L.  M.  Session. 
 
 Why  will  ye  die  f 
 
 SCsXER,  oh  why  so  thoughtless  grown, 
 Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die  ? 
 Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown 
 Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly  ? 
 
 2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 
 Urged  on  by  sin's  fantastic  dreams : 
 
 Madly  attempt  th'  infernal  gate, 
 
 And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames? 
 
 3  Stay,  sinner,  on  the  gospel  plains, 
 Behold  the  God  of  love  unfold 
 
 The  glories  of  his  dying  pains, 
 
 Forever  telling,  yet  untold.  * 
 
 C.  IM.  Chimes. 
 
 419. 
 
 Time  is  short. 
 
 THE  time  is  short !  the  season  near, 
 When  death  will  us  remove, 
 To  leave  our  friends,  however  dear, 
 And  all  we  fondly  love. 
 
 2  The  time  is  short !  sinners  beware, 
 Nor  trifle  time  away ; 
 
 The  word  of  your  salvation  hear, 
 While  it  is  called  to-day. 
 
 3  The  time  is  short !  ye  rebels  now 
 To  Christ,  the  Lord,  submit ; 
 
 To  mercy's  golden  scepter  bow, 
 And  fell  at  Jesus'  feet. 
 
 4  The  time  is  short !  ye  saints  rejoice, 
 The  Lord  will  quickly  come, 
 
 Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 
 To  call  you  to  your  home. 
 266 
 
WARNING.  [420. 
 
 5  The  lime  is  short !  it  swiftly  flies — 
 The  hour  is  just  at  hand. 
 
 When  we  shall  mount  above  the  skies, 
 And  reach  the  wished-for  land. 
 
 6  The  time  i-  short !  the  moment  near, 
 When  we  shall  dwell  above ; 
 
 And  be  forever  happy  there, 
 A  Villi  Jesus,  whom  we  love. 
 
 Expostulation. 
 
 420. 
 
 L.  M.  Caknelian, 
 
 P.  C.  98. 
 
 The  Saviour  at  the  Door, 
 
 BEHOLD  a  Stranger  at  the  door ! 
 He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before, 
 Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still ; 
 You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 
 
 2  Oh  lovely  attitude  ! — he  stands 
 With  melting  heart,  and  loaded  hands, 
 Oh  matchless  kindness  ! — and  he  shows 
 This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes ! 
 
 3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
 He  will — the  very  friend  you  need ; 
 The  friend  of  sinners — yes.  'tis  he, 
 With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 
 
 4  Eise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
 Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, — 
 That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, — 
 And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 
 
 5  Admit  him  ere  his  anger  burn. — 
 His  feet,  departed,  ne'er  return  : 
 Admit  him.  or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
 
 You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand.  Gregg. 
 
 267 
 
421.]  EXPOSTULATION. 
 
 421. 
 
 Trh  P.  M.  8  lines  7s.  Eobend. 
 
 Why  u'ill  ye  diet 
 
 SINNERS,  Turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
 God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  ? 
 God,  who  did  your  being  give. 
 Made  you  with  himself  to  live ; 
 He  the  fatal  cause  demands ; 
 Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands ; 
 Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
 Will  you  cross  his  love,  and  die? 
 
 2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
 
 v our  Saviour,  asks  you  why  ? 
 Christ,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
 Died  himself  that  ye  might  live. 
 WiD  you  let  him  die  in  vain? 
 Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
 Why.  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
 Will  ye  slight  his  grace,,  and  die  ? 
 
 3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
 God.  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why? 
 He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
 Urged  you  to  embrace  his  love : 
 Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  1 
 AVell  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
 Why,  you  long-sought  sinners,  why 
 Will  you  grieve  your  God,  and  die? 
 
 4  Dead  already,  dead  within, 
 Spiritually  dead  in  sin : 
 
 I  to  God,  while  here  you  breathe ; 
 Pant  you  after  second  death  ? 
 Will  you  still  in  sin  remain, 
 
 ly  of  eternal  pain  ? 
 O  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
 
 Why  will  ye  forever  die  ?  C.  Wesley* 
 
 •  * 
 
 268 
 
EXPOSTULATION.  [422,  423. 
 
 C.  11  Malden. 
 
 No  Peace  to  the  Wicked. 
 
 SIXXERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard ; 
 T  is  mercy  speaks  to-day  : 
 He  calls  you  by  his  sacred  word 
 From  sin's  destructive  way. 
 
 2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  can  not  rest, 
 You  live,  devoid  of  peace  : 
 
 A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
 Deprive  your  souls  oi  ease. 
 
 3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  death  ; 
 Why  will  you  persevere  ? 
 
 Can  you  in  endless  torments  breathe, 
 Shut  up  in  black  despair  ? 
 
 4  Why  will  you  in  the  naked  ways 
 Of  sin  and  folly  go ! 
 
 In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
 To  reach  eternal  woe. 
 
 5  But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live, 
 Through  Iris  abounding  grace : 
 
 His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive, 
 Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 
 
 6  Bow  to  the  scepter  of  his  word, 
 Renouncing  every  sin ; 
 
 Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
 
 And  learn  his  will  divine.  Faxccett. 
 
 S.  ML  Densib. 
 
 Return  and  come  to  God. 
 
 RETURN  and  come  to  God ; 
 Cast  all  your  sins  away : 
 Seek  ye  the  Saviour's  cleansing  blood; 
 Repent,  believe,  obey. 
 
 2  Say  not  ye  can  not  come  ; 
 
 For  Jesus  bled  and  died, 
 That  none  who  ask  in  humble  faith 
 
 Should  ever  be  denied. 
 
 269 
 
424,  425.]  EXPOSTULATION. 
 
 3  Say  not  ye  will  not  come : 
 'T  is  God  vouchsafes  to  call ; 
 
 And  fearful  will  their  end  be  found, 
 On  whom  his  wrath  shall  fall. 
 
 4  Come  then,  whoever  will, 
 Come  while  *t  is  called  to-day ; 
 
 Flee  to  the  Saviour's  cleansing  blood ; 
 
 Repent,  believe,  obey.  * 
 
 a  a  j  L.  M.  Ope. 
 
 yt.^-J:.  The  Joys  of  Penitence. 
 
 C10ME,  O  ye  sinners,  to  the  Lord, 
 /  In  Christ  to  paradise  restored : 
 His  proffered  benefits  embrace, — 
 The  plenitude  of  gospel  grace : — 
 
 2  Pardon  written  with  his  blood  ; 
 The  favor  and  the  peace  of  God ; 
 The  seeing  eye,  the  feeling  sense, 
 The  mystic  joys  of  penitence : — 
 
 3  The  godly  fear,  the  pleasing  smart, 
 The  meltings  of  a  broken  heart : 
 The  tears  that  tell  your  sins  forgiven ; 
 The  sighs  that  waft  your  souls  to  heaven : 
 
 4  The  guiltless  shame,  the  sweet  distress, 
 
 Th'  unutterable  tenderness ; 
 
 The  genuine,  meek  humility ; 
 
 The  wonder,  why  such  love  to  me  : — 
 
 5  Th'  overwhelming  power  of  saving  grace, 
 The  sight  that  vails  the  seraph's  face ; 
 The  speechless  awe  that  dares  not  move, 
 
 And  all  the  silent  heaven  of  love.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 4q  w  C.  M.  Marlow. 
 
 .^^J.     TJie  bleeding  Saviour's  Blessings. 
 
 AMAZING  sight,  the  Saviour  stands 
 And  knocks  at  every  door  I 
 Ten  thousand  blessings  in  Ins  hands 
 To  satisfy  the  poor. 
 
 .  270 
 
EXPOSTULATION.  [426. 
 
 2  "Behold,"  he  saith,  "  I  bleed  and  die 
 To  bring  you  to  my  rest : — 
 
 Hear  sinners,  while  I'm  passing  by, 
 And  be  forever  blest. 
 
 3  Will  you  despise  my  bleeding  love, 
 
 And  choose  the  way  to  hell  ? 
 
 Or  in  the  glorious  realms  above, 
 With  me  forever  dwell ? 
 
 4  Not  to  condemn  your  wretched  race 
 Have  I  in  judgment  come  ; 
 
 But  to  display  unbounded  grace, 
 And  bring  lost  sinners  home. 
 
 5  Will  you  go  down  to  en  Hess  night, 
 And  bear  eternal  pain? 
 
 Or  in  the  glorious  realms  of  light 
 With  me  forever  reign  ? 
 
 6  Say — will  you  hear  my  gracious  voice, 
 And  have  your  sins  fbKgtven  ? 
 
 Or  will  you  make  that  wretched  choice, 
 
 And  bar  yourselves  from  heaven? n  Hymns  of  Zion. 
 
 i  ^p  S.  31.  Shirlaxd. 
 
 4^U.  The  Call  of  Grace. 
 
 HINBERS,  the  call  obey, 
 \j  The  latest  call  of  grace  : 
 The  day  is  come,  the  vengeful  day 
 Of  a  devoted  race. 
 
 2  Devils  and  men  combine 
 To  plague  the  faithless  seed, 
 
 And  phials  full  of  wrath  divine, 
 Are  bursting  on  your  head. 
 
 3  Enter  into  the  Rock, 
 
 Ye  trembling  slaves  of  sin, 
 The  Bock  of  your  salvation,  struck, 
 And  cleft  to  take  vou  in. 
 271 
 
427,  428.]  EXPOSTULATION. 
 
 4  To  shelter  the  distressed, 
 He  did  the  cross  endure ; 
 
 Enter  into  the  clefts,  and  rest 
 In  Jesus'  wounds  secure. 
 
 5  Jesus,  to  thee  we  fly, 
 From  the  devouring  sword ; 
 
 Our  city  of  defense  is  nigh ; 
 Our  help  is  in  the  Lord. 
 
 6  Or,  if  the  scourge  o'erflow, 
 And  laugh  at  innocence, 
 
 Thine  everlasting  arms  we  know, 
 
 Shall  be  our  souls'  defense.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 i  f)ry     ■  CM.  Woodland. 
 
 4t  /£  I  9  He  justifies  the  Ungodly. 
 
 LOVERS  of  pleasure  more  than  God, 
 For  you  he  suffered  pain ; 
 For  you  the  Saviour  spilt  his  blood : 
 And  shall  he  bleed  in  vain  ? 
 
 2  Sinners,  his  life  for  you  he  paid ; 
 Your  basest  crimes  he  bore ; 
 
 Your  sins  were  all  on  Jesus  laid, 
 That  you  might  sin  no  more. 
 
 3  To  earth  the  great  Redeemer  came, 
 That  you  might  come  to  heaven ; 
 
 Believe,  believe  in  Jesus'  name, 
 And  all  your  sin 's  forgiven. 
 
 4  Believe  in  him  who  died  for  thee ; 
 And,  sure  as  he  hath  died, 
 
 Thy  debt  is  paid,  thy  soul  is  free, 
 
 And  thou  art  justified.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 l  q  q  L.  M.  Rockingham. 
 
 4t/vO.  The  one  Thing  needful. 
 
 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. 
 .272 
 
EXPOSTULATION.  [429. 
 
 2  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. 
 
 3  TV  eternal  God  calls  from  above, 
 And  Jesus  pleads  his  bleeding  love; 
 Awakened  conscience  gives  you  pain, 
 And  shall  they  join  their  pleas  in  vain? 
 
 4  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. 
 
 5  Almighty  God,  thy  power  impart, 
 To  fix  conviction  on  the  heart, 
 Thy  power  unvails  the  blindest  eyes, 
 And  makes  the  haughtiest  scorner  wise. 
 
 429. 
 
 C.  M.  Walsal. 
 
 He  waiteth  to  be  gracious. 
 
 JES17S,  Eedeemer  of  mankind, 
 Display  thy  saving  power ; 
 Thy  mercy  let  the  sinner  find, 
 And  know  his  gracious  hour. 
 
 2  Who  thee  beneath  their  feet  have  trod, 
 And  crucified  afresh, 
 
 Touch  with  thine  all-victorious  blood, 
 And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 
 
 3  Open  their  eyes  thy  cross  to  see, — 
 Their  ears,  to  hear  thy  cries ; 
 
 Sinner,  thy  Saviour  weeps  for  thee : 
 For  thee  he  weeps  and  dies. 
 
 4  All  the  day  long  he  meekly  stands, 
 His  rebels  to  receive ; 
 
 And  shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  Ins  hands, 
 And  bids  you  turn  and  live. 
 M  2  *  273 
 
430,  431.]  EXPOSTULATION. 
 
 5  Turn,  and  your  sins  of  deepest  dye 
 
 He  will  with  blood  efface ; 
 E'en  now  he  waits  the  blood  t'  apply. — 
 
 Be  saved,  be  saved  by  grace.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 4QA       <^  -k.  M.  Duke  Street, 
 
 0\J9  One  Thing  needful. 
 
 ONE  thing  is  needful,  one  alone ; 
 If  this  be  ours,  all  is  our  own  : 
 'T  is  needful  now,  't  will  needful  be 
 In  death,  and  through  eternity. 
 
 2  Without  it  we  are  all  undone, 
 Though  we  may  call  the  world  our  own ; 
 Not  all  the  joys  of  time  and  sense 
 
 Can  countervail  the  loss  immense. 
 
 3  Great  God !  that  powerful  grace  of  thine, 
 Which  roused  a  soul  so  dead  as  mine, 
 
 Can  rouse  these  thoughtless  sinners  too, 
 
 The  one  thing  needful  to  pursue.  * 
 
 4Q-J  L.  M.  Moriah. 
 
 OJL.        The  Object  of  our  Creation. 
 
 TT7HY  have  we  lips,  if  not  to  sing 
 \  ?     The  praises  of  our  heavenly  King  ? 
 Why  have  we  hearts,  if  not  to  love 
 Our  Father  and  our  Friend  above  ? 
 
 2  Why  were  our  curious  bodies  made, 
 And  every  part  in  order  laid  ? 
 
 Why  ?  but  that  each  of  us  might  stand 
 A  living  wonder  from  his  hand. 
 
 3  Why  have  we  souls,  if  not  to  know 
 The  God  from  whom  our  mercies  flow  ? 
 Sure  this  can  never  be  our  lot, 
 
 Like  senseless  brutes,  to  know  him  not. 
 
 4  Why  have  we  life  ? — if  not  to  gain 
 Immortal  life,  yi  is  worse  than  vain  : 
 This  is  the  end  for  which  ?t  was  given— 
 We  live  on  earth,  to  live  in  heaven. 
 
 274 
 
EXPOSTULATION.  [432,  433. 
 
 5  Why  did  the  Saviour  leave  the  sky, 
 Hang  on  a  cross,  and  bleed,  and  die  ? 
 And  why  are  kind  persuasions  sent 
 To  call  and  win  us  to  repent? — 
 
 6  Surely  it  is — that  robed  in  white, 
 And  made  well-pleasing  in  his  sight, 
 Our  souls  may  join  the  happy  throng, 
 
 And  sing  the  everlasting  song.  * 
 
 L.  M.  Wells. 
 
 I  £j •  Inward   Wh isp e vs. 
 
 SAY,  sinner !  hath  a  voice  within 
 Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul  ; 
 Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
 And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 
 
 2  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice, — 
 It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call ; 
 
 It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
 And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 
 
 3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 
 Regard,  in  time,  the  warning  kind  ; 
 
 That  call  thou  mayst  not  always  slight, 
 And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 
 
 4  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 
 With  hardened,  self-destroying  man; 
 
 Ye  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
 May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 
 
 5  Sinner !  perhaps  this  very  day 
 Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be  ; 
 
 Oh,  should st  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
 
 Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee.  Hyde. 
 
 433. 
 
 S.  M.  Bladen. 
 
 The  accepted  Time. 
 
 VOW  is  th'  accepted  time, 
 lN    Now  is  the  clay  of  grace ; 
 Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay, 
 And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 
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434.]  EXPOSTULATION. 
 
 2  Now  is  tlv  accepted  time, 
 The  Saviour  calls  to-day ; 
 
 To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late, 
 Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 
 
 3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 
 The  gospel  bids  you  come ; 
 
 And  every  promise  in  his  word 
 Declares  there  yet  is  room. 
 
 4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 
 And  feast  them  with  thy  love, 
 
 Then  will  the  angels  clap  their  wing-, 
 
 And  bear  the  news  above.  Dobell 
 
 m. 
 
 C.  M.  St.  Olaves, 
 
 Boast  not  thyself  of  to-morrou\ 
 
 TT^HY  should  we  boast  of  time  to  come, 
 
 T  T     Though  but  a  single  day  ? 
 This  hour  may  fix  our  final  doom, 
 Though  strong,  and  young,  and  gay. 
 
 2  The  present  we  should  now  redeem ; 
 This  only  is  our  own ; 
 
 The  past,  alas !  is  all  a  dream ; 
 The  future  is  unknown. 
 
 3  Oh  think  what  vast  concerns  depend 
 Upon  a  moment's  space, 
 
 When  life  and  all  its  cares  shall  end 
 In  vengeance  or  in  grace : 
 
 4  Oh  for  that  power  which  melts  the  heart, 
 And  lifts  the  soul  on  high, 
 
 Where  sin,  and  grief,  and  death  depart, 
 And  pleasures  never  die. 
 
 5  There  we  with  ecstasy  shall  fall 
 Before  Immanuers  feet : 
 
 And  hail  him  as  our  All  in  all, 
 In  happiness  complete.  M.  Wilkes. 
 
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EXPOSTULATION.  [435,  436. 
 
 i  q  w  C.  M.  Howard. 
 
 4tOfJ«        Love  constraining  the  Sinner. 
 
 CIO  ME,  sinners,  you  whose  hardened  hearts 
 ;  No  fears  of  hell  can  move, 
 Come,  hear  the  gospel's  mildest  voice, 
 That  tells  you,  "God  is  love." 
 
 2  Thousands,  once  vile  and  base  as  you, 
 Surround  the  throne  above ; 
 
 The  grace  that  changed  has  turned  their  hearts, 
 To  sing  that  ;'  God  is  love." 
 
 3  Oh  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 
 This  best  of  blessings  prove  ; 
 
 Till  warmer  hearts  in  brighter  worlds, 
 
 Proclaim  that  "God  is  love."  * 
 
 4  0a  L.  Bf.  Mercer. 
 
 OU«  Choose  ye  this  Day. 
 
 KNOW,  sinner,  every  one  is  free 
 To  choose  his  course  and  what  he  '11  be  ; 
 For  this  eternal  truth  is  given, 
 That  God  will  force  no  man  to  heaven. 
 
 2  Hell  draw,  persuade,  direct  aright, 
 Bless  us  with  wisdom,  love,  and  light; 
 In  nameless  ways  be  good  and  kind, 
 But  never  farce  the  human  mind. 
 
 3  Freedom  and  reason  make  us  men ; 
 Take  these  away,  what  are  we  then  ? 
 Mere  animals,  and  just  as  well 
 
 E'en  brutes  might  think  of  heaven  or  hell. 
 
 4  Oh  then  no  more  your  powers  abuse, 
 But  ways  of  truth  and  goodness  choose ! 
 Our  God  is  pleased  when  we  improve 
 His  grace,  and  seek  the  worlds  above. 
 
 5  But  if  you  take  the  downward  road, 
 And  make  in  hell  your  last  abode ; 
 Our  God  is  clear,  and  you  shall  know, 
 You  plunged  yourself  in  endless  woe. 
 
 277 
 
437,  438.]  conviction. 
 
 Conviction. 
 
 i  qiv  L.  M.  Ware. 
 
 44:0  i  •  Melt  this  frozen  Heart 
 
 OH  !  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
 To  take  this  stubborn  heart  away ; 
 And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
 This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine ! 
 
 2  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 ! 
 
 3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
 O  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt : 
 But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
 And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine. 
 
 4  Thy  judgments,  too,  unmoved  I  hear, 
 (Amazing  thought!)  which  devils  fear: 
 Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine, 
 To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 
 
 5  But  something  yet  can  do  the  deed, 
 And  that  blest  something  much  I  need : 
 Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 
 
 And  melt  and  change  this  heart  of  mine.  Hart. 
 
 4qq  L.  M.  Rockingham. 
 
 00»        Blessed  are  they  that  mourn. 
 
 OH  give  me,  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn, 
 My  sins  which  have  thy  body  torn ; 
 Give  me  with  broken  heart  to  see, 
 Thy  last  tremendous  agony. 
 
 2  Oh  could  I  gain  the  mountain's  height, 
 And  gaze  upon  that  wondrous  sight, 
 
 Oh  that,  with  Salem's  daughters,  I 
 Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die ! 
 
 3  I'd  hang  around  his  feet  and  cry, 
 Lord,  save  a  soul  condemned  to  die, 
 And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
 To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
 
 278 
 
conviction.  [439,  440. 
 
 4  Father  of  mercy !  drop  thy  frown, 
 And  give  me  shelter  in  thy  San ; 
 And  with  my  broken  heart  comply : 
 Oh  give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die ! 
 
 5  O  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
 If  thou  wouldst  ease  me  of  my  guilt ; 
 Good  Lord,  in  mercy  hear  me  cry, 
 And  give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 
 
 6  Oh  save  my  soul  from  gaping  hell, 
 Or  else  with  devils  I  must  dwell ; 
 Oh  might  I  enter,  now  I  'm  come, 
 
 Lord  Jesus,  save  me,  or  I  'in  gone.  * 
 
 jqa  C.  M.  Peterboro. 
 
 4rO*y  •        Prayer  for  a  Heart  of  Flesh. 
 
 OH  for  that  tenderness  of  heart,  % 
 
 Which  bows  before  the  Lord  ; 
 Acknowledging  how  just  thou  art, 
 And  trembling  at  thy  word ! 
 
 2  Oh  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears, 
 "Which  from  repentance  flow  : 
 
 That  consciousness  of  guilt,  which  fears 
 The  long-suspended  blow ! 
 
 3  Saviour,  to  me,  in  pity,  give 
 The  sensible  distress : 
 
 The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive, 
 And  bid  me  die  in  peace : 
 
 4  Wilt  from  the  dreadful  day  remove, 
 Before  the  evil  come  ; 
 
 My  spirit  hide  with  saints  above, 
 
 My  body  in  the  tomb.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 4   a  r\  S.  M.  Aylesbury 
 
 tfc-ilj.  Prayer  for  Repentance. 
 
 OH  that  I  could  repent, 
 With  all  my  idols  part ; 
 And  to  thy  gracious  eye  present 
 A  humble,  contrite  heart ! 
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441 .  ]  CONVICTION. 
 
 2  A  heart  with  grief  opprest, 
 For  having  grieved  my  God  ; 
 
 A  troubled  heart  that  can  not  rest 
 Till  sprinkled  with  thy  blood. 
 
 3  Jesus,  on  me  bestow 
 The  penitent  desire : 
 
 With  true  sincerity  of  woe 
 My  aching  breast  inspire. 
 
 4  With  softening  pity  look, 
 And  melt  my  hardness  down ; 
 
 Strike  with  thy  love's  resistless  stroke, 
 
 And  break  this  heart  of  stone !  C.  Wesley. 
 
 i   t-i  S.  M.    Little  Marlborough. 
 
 ^t-dcJL.       Oh  break  this  Heart  of  Stone. 
 
 OH  that  I  could  revere 
 My  much-offended  God ! 
 Oh  that  I  ?ould  but  stand  in  fear 
 Of  thy  afflicting  rod ! 
 
 2  If  mercy  can  not  draw, 
 Thou  by  thy  threatening  move ; 
 
 And  keep  an  abject  soul  in  awe, 
 That  will  not  yield  to  love. 
 
 3  Show  me  the  naked  sword 
 Impending  o'er  my  head : 
 
 Oh  let  me  tremble  at  thy  word, 
 And  to  my  ways  take  heed ! 
 
 4  With  sacred  horror  fly 
 From  every  sinful  snare  : 
 
 Nor  ever  in  my  Judge's  eye 
 My  Judge's  anger  dare. 
 
 5  Thou  great  tremendous  God, 
 The  conscious  awe  impart ; 
 
 The  grace  be  now  on  me  bestowed, 
 The  tender  fleshy  heart. 
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CONVICTION.  [442. 
 
 6  For  Jesus'  sake  alone, 
 
 The  stony  heart  remove ; 
 And  melt  at  last,  oh  melt  me  down, 
 
 Into  the  mold  of  love.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 442 
 
 S.  M.  Dover. 
 
 rC,       The  warning  Voice  of  Jesus. 
 
 GRACIOUS  Redeemer,  shake 
 This  slumber  from  my  soul ! 
 Say  to  me  now,  "Awake,  awake; 
 And  Christ  shall  make  thee  whole." 
 
 2  Lay  to  thy  mighty  hand, 
 Alarm  me  in  this  hour ; 
 
 And  make  me  fully  understand 
 The  thunder  of  thy  power. 
 
 3  Give  me  on  thee  to  call, 
 Always  to  watch  and  pray, 
 
 Lest  I  into  temptation  fall, 
 And  cast  my  shield  away. 
 
 4  For  each  assault  prepared 
 And  ready  may  I  be, 
 
 Forever  standing  on  my  guard, 
 And  looking  up  to  thee. 
 
 5  Oh  do  thou  always  warn 
 My  soul  of  evil  near ! 
 
 If  to  the  right    or  left  I  turn, 
 Thy  voice  still  let  me  hear  : 
 
 6  "  Come  back ;  this  is  the  way ! 
 Come  back ;  and  walk  therein  !  n 
 
 Oh  may  I  hearken  and  obey, 
 
 And  shun  the  paths  of  sin !  C.  Wesley. 
 
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443.]  penitential. 
 
 Penitential. 
 
 443. 
 
 12th  P.  M.  7s,  6s  &  8s.     Penitence. 
 
 Humility  and  Contrition. 
 
 JESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
 Call  back  a  wand'ring  sheep : 
 False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 
 
 Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 
 Let  me  be  by  grace  restored : 
 
 On  me  be  all  long-suff'ring  shown ; 
 Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
 2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 
 Repentance  to  impart, 
 
 Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love 
 The  humble,  contrite  heart : 
 
 Give  me,  what  I  have  long  implored, 
 True  penitence  for  sins  unknown: 
 
 Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
 3  For  thine  own  compassion's  sake, 
 The  gracious  wonder  show  ; 
 
 Cast  my  sins  behind  thy  back, 
 And  wash  me  white  as  snow ; 
 
 If  thy  bowels  now  be  stirred ; 
 If  I  now  myself  bemoan, 
 
 Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
 4  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 
 Nor  suffer  me  to  die ! 
 
 Life,  and  happiness,  and  love 
 Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye : 
 
 Speak  the  reconciling  word, 
 
 And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down ; 
 
 Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
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TEXITENTIAL.  [444. 
 
 5  Look,  as  when  thine  eye  pursued 
 The  first  apostate  man ; 
 
 Saw  him  weltering  in  his  blood, 
 
 And  bade  him  rise  again : 
 Speak  my  paradise  restored, 
 
 Redeem  me  by  thy  grace  alone : 
 Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
 6  Look,  as  when  thy  languid  eye 
 Was  closed  that  we  might  live : 
 
 "Father,"  (at  the  point  to  die 
 
 My  Saviour  gasped,)  "forgive." 
 Surely  with  that  dying  word, 
 
 He  turns,  and  looks,  and  cries,  "Tis  done!" 
 O  my  bleeding,  loving  Lord, 
 
 Thou  break'st  my  heart  of  stone.  * 
 
 Ail  C.  M.        Duxlap's  Creek. 
 
 4t*i"x.  Pleading  to  be  restored  to  Divine  Favor. 
 
 JESUS,  the  all-restoring  Word, 
 My  fallen  spirit's  hope  ; 
 After  thy  lovely  likeness,  Lord, 
 Ah,  when  shall  I  wake  up  ? 
 
 2  Thou,  O  my  God,  thou  onlv  art 
 The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way ; 
 
 Quicken  my  soul,  instruct  my  heart, 
 My  sinking  footsteps  stay. 
 
 3  Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  below, 
 In  heaven  above  to  give, 
 
 Give  me  thy  only  love  to  know, 
 In  thee  to  walk  and  live. 
 
 4  Fill  me  with  all  the  life  of  love ; 
 In  mystic  union  join 
 
 Me  to  thyself,  and  let  me  prove 
 The  fellowship  divine. 
 
 5  Open  the  intercourse  between 
 My  longing  soul  and  thee, 
 
 Never  to  be  broke  off  again 
 To  all  eternitv. 
 
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445,  446.]  PENITENTIAL. 
 
 C.  M.  Heber. 
 
 Repentance  at  the  Cross. 
 
 OH  !  if  my  soul  but  felt  its  woe, 
 How  would  I  vent  my  sighs ! 
 Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow, 
 From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 
 
 2  T  was  for  my  sins  my  dearest  Lord 
 Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
 
 And  groaned  away  his  dying  life, 
 For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 
 
 3  Oh  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine 
 That  crucified  my  Lord  ; 
 
 Those  sins  that  pierced  and  nailed  his  flesh 
 Fast  to  the  fatal  wood. 
 
 4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die, 
 My  heart  hath  so  decreed : 
 
 Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
 
 That  made  my  Saviour  bleed.  Watts. 
 
 a   a  ri  S.  M.  Olmutz. 
 
 4t"iO«        The  Day-Star  from  on  high. 
 
 MY  former  hopes  are  fled, 
 My  terror  now  begins  ; 
 
 1  feel,  alas !  that  I  am  dead 
 
 In  trespasses  and  sins. 
 
 2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly? 
 I  hear  the  thunder  roar  ; 
 
 The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
 And  vengeance  at  the  door. 
 
 3  When  I  review  my  ways, 
 I  dread  impending  doom  ; 
 
 But  sure  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
 "  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come ! " 
 
 4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 
 
 A  glimmering  from  afar  ; 
 A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me, 
 To  save  me  from  despair. 
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penitential.  [447,  44S. 
 
 5  Forerunner  of  the  sun, 
 
 It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way ; 
 I  '11  gaze  upou  it  while  I  run, 
 
 And  watch  the  rising  day.  Coicper, 
 
 447, 
 
 C.  It  Ahaz. 
 
 Sin  revived  and  I  died. 
 
 LORD,  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 
 And  left  no  inward  dread ! 
 
 1  was  alive  without  the  law, 
 
 And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 
 
 2  My  hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and  bright ; 
 But  since  the  precept  came 
 
 With  a  convicting  power  and  light, 
 I  find  how  vile  I  am. 
 
 3  My  guilt  appeared  but  small  before, 
 Till  terribly  I  saw 
 
 How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure, 
 Is  thine  eternal  law. 
 
 4  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load ; 
 My  sins  revived  again  ; 
 
 1  had  provoked  a  dreadful  God, 
 
 And  all  my  hopes  were  slain. 
 
 5  My  God,  I  cay  with  every  breath 
 For  some  kind  power  to  save  ; 
 
 To  break  the  bonds  of  sin  and  death, 
 
 And  thus  redeem  the  slave.  Watts. 
 
 j   jQ  S.  ML  Boylstok, 
 
 44:0.  "Behold,  lam  vile."     Job  40,  4. 
 
 0LOED,  how  vile  am  I, 
 Unholy  and  unclean ! 
 How  can  I  dare  to  venture  nigh 
 With  such  a  load  of  sin  ? 
 
 2  Is  this  polluted  heart 
 A  dwelling  fit  for  thee  ? 
 
 Swarming,  alas !  in  every  part, 
 What  evils  do  I  see ! 
 
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449.]  PENITENTIAL. 
 
 3  If  I  attempt  to  pray, 
 And  lisp  thy  holy  name, 
 
 My  thoughts  are  hurried  soon  away,      ^ 
 My  soul  is  put  to  shame. 
 
 4  If  in  thy  word  I  look, 
 Such  darkness  fills  my  mind, 
 
 I  only  read  a  sealed  book, 
 But  no  relief  can  find. 
 
 5  And  must  I  then  indeed 
 Sink  in  despair  and  die  ? 
 
 Lord,  I  believe  that  thou  didst  bleed 
 For  such  a  wretch  as  I. 
 
 6  Low  at  thy  feet  I  bow ; 
 Oh  pity  and  forgive  ; 
 
 Here  will  I  lie  and  wait  till  thou 
 
 Shalt  bid  me  rise  and  live.  Newton. 
 
 449. 
 
 C.  M.  Peterboro\ 
 
 Sin  lamented. 
 
 WITH  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 
 Here  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 
 My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 
 And  vile  ingratitude. 
 
 2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base, 
 So  false  as  mine  has  been ; 
 
 So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
 So  prone  to  every  sin. 
 
 3  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feel 
 These  struggles  in  my  breast  ? 
 
 When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
 And  give  my  conscience  rest  ? 
 
 4  Break,  sovereign  grace,  oh  break  the  charm. 
 And  set  the  captive  free  : 
 
 Reveal,  Almighty  God,  thy  arm, 
 
 And  haste  to  rescue  me.  Stet  ieH 
 
 286 
 
TEXITEXTIAL.  [450,  431. 
 
 A  wa  C.  M.  Cowfer. 
 
 4tfjU.     Humble  and  earnest  Entreaties. 
 
 HEAR,  gracious  God,  my  humble  prayer ; 
 To  thee  I  breathe  my  sighs ; 
 When  Avill  the  cheering  morn  appear? 
 And  when  my  joys  arise  ? 
 
 2  My  God !  oh  could  I  make  the  claim — 
 My  Father  and  my  Friend ; 
 
 And  call  thee  mine,  by  every  name 
 On  which  thy  saints  depend; — 
 
 3  By  every  name  of  power  and  love, 
 I  would  thy  grace  entreat : 
 
 Nor  should  my  humble  hopes  remove, 
 Nor  leave  thy  mercy-seat. 
 
 4  Yet,  though  my  soul  in  darkness  mourns, 
 Thy  word  is  all  my  stay ; 
 
 Here  would  I  rest  till  light  returns  : 
 Thy  presence  makes  my  day. 
 
 5  Speak,  Lord,  and  bid  celestial  peace 
 Eelieve  my  aching  heart ; 
 
 Oh  make  my  heavy  sorrows  cease, 
 And  all  the  gloom  depart. 
 
 6  Then  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise, 
 
 And  bless  thy  healing  rays ; 
 And  change  these  deep,  complaining  sighs, 
 
 For  songs  of  sacred  praise.  Mrs.  Steele. 
 
 a  n-i |  10th  P.  M.  4  lines  Ss.  Noe. 
 
 4tO±.  The  Bock  that  is  higher  than  L     Ps.  77,  7. 
 
 ENCOMPASSED  with  clouds  of  distress, 
 And  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 
 
 1  long  for  thy  light  and  thy  grace : 
 
 O  God,  will  they  never  be  mine  ? 
 
 2  If  sometimes  I  strive,  as  I  mourn, 
 My  hold  on  thy  promise  to  keep, 
 
 The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 
 And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep. 
 287 
 
452,  453.]  PENITENTIAL. 
 
 3  Appear,  and  my  sorrow  shall  cease ; 
 The  blood  of  atonement  apply ; 
 
 And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 
 The  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 
 
 4  Oh  enter  this  desolate  heart, — 
 
 Then  rule  o'er  the  heart  thou  hast  won ; 
 Nor  again  in  thine  anger  depart, 
 
 But  make  it  forever  thy  throne.  Toplady, 
 
 L.  M.  Cathedral. 
 
 Seeking  Deliverance  and  Best. 
 
 ATTAKED  from  sin's  delusive  sleep, 
 My  heavy  guilt  I  feel,  and  weep  : 
 Beneath  a  weight  of  woes  oppressed, 
 
 1  come  to  thee,  my  Lord,  for  rest. 
 
 2  Xow,  from  thy  throne  of  grace  above, 
 Look  down  upon  my  soul  in  love; — 
 That  smile  shall  sweeten  all  my  pain, 
 And  make  my  soul  rejoice  again. 
 
 3  By  thy  divine,  transforming  power, 
 My  ruined  nature  now  restore ; 
 And  let  my  life  and  temper  shine, 
 In  blest  resemblance,  Lord,  to  thine.  * 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.    Pleyel's  Hymn. 
 
 Mercy  with  Thee. 
 
 QOVEREIGN  Ruler,  Lord  of  all, 
 U  Prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
 Hear,  oh  hear  the  sinner's  cry, 
 Frown  not  lest  I  faint  and  die. 
 
 2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men, 
 Worst  of  rebels  I  have  been : 
 Oft  abused  thee  to  thy  face, 
 Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace. 
 
 3  Justly  might  thy  vengeful  dart 
 Pierce  this  bleeding,  broken  heart; 
 Justly  might  thy  kindled  ire  .    • 
 Blast  me  in  eternal  fire. 
 
 288 
 
PENITENTIAL.  [454,  455. 
 
 4  But  with  thee  there  'a  mercy  found, 
 
 Balm  to  heal  my  every  wound; 
 
 Soothe,  oh  soothe  the  troubled  breast, 
 
 Give  the  weary  wanderer  rest.  Raffles. 
 
 a  ^  a  L.  M.  Retreat. 
 
 *ifJ-±.  Seek  ye  my  Face. 
 
 LORD,  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall, 
 Opprest  with  fears,  to  thee  I  call, 
 Reveal  thy  pardoning  love  to  me, 
 And  set  my  captive  spirit  free. 
 
 2  Hast  thou  not  said,  "  Seek  ye  my  face  ? " 
 The  invitation  I  embrace  ; 
 
 1  '11  seek  thy  face,  thy  Spirit  give ! 
 Oh  !  let  me  see  thy  lace  and  live. 
 
 3  I  '11  seek  thy  face  with  cries  and  tears, 
 With  secret  sighs  and  fervent  prayers ; 
 And  if  not  heard  I  '11  waiting  sit, 
 
 And  perish  at  my  Saviour's  feet. 
 
 4  But  canst  thou,  Lord,  behold  my  pain, 
 And  bid  me  seek  thy  face  in  vain ! 
 Thou  wilt  not,  canst  not  me  deceive, 
 
 The  soul  that  seeks  thy  face  shall  live.  * 
 
 a  n '  ^  L.  M.  Wells. 
 
 ^±00 •  TJie  Sinners  only  Hope. 
 
 \y HEREWITH,  o  Lord,  shall  I  draw  near, 
 
 V  T     And  bow  myself  before  thy  face  ? 
 How  in  thy  purer  eyes  appear? 
 
 What  shall  I  bring  to  gain  thy  grace  ? 
 
 2  Will  gifts  delight  the  Lord  Most  High  ? 
 Will  multiplied  oblations  please  ? 
 
 Thousands  of  rams  his  favor  buy, 
 Or  slaughtered  hecatombs  appease? 
 
 3  Can  these  avert  the  wrath  of  God  ? 
 
 Can  these  wash  out  my  sruilty  stain  ? 
 Rivers  of  oil,  and  seas  of  blood, 
 Alas !  they  all  must  flow  in  vain. 
 N  289 
 
456,  457.]  PENITENTIAL. 
 
 4  "Who  would  himself  to  thee  approve, 
 Must  take  the  path  thyself  hast  showed  ; 
 
 Justice  pursue,  and  mercy  love, 
 
 And  humbly  walk  by  faith  with  God. 
 
 5  But  though  my  life  henceforth  be  thine, 
 Present  for  past  can  ne'er  atone : 
 
 Though  I  to  thee  the  whole  resign, 
 I  only  give  thee  back  thine  own. 
 
 6  Guilty  I  stand  before  thy  face  ; 
 On  me  I  feel  thy  wrath  abide ; 
 
 'Tis  just  the  sentence  should  take  place ; 
 
 'T  is  just, — but  oh,  thy  Son  hath  died !      C.  Wesley. 
 
 Apff*  C.  M.  Arlington. 
 
 tiOO.  The  Blood  of  Sprinkling. 
 
 MY  God,  my  God,  to  thee  I  cry  : 
 Thee  only  would  I  know ; 
 Thy  purifying  blood  apply, 
 And  wash  me  wrhite  as  snow. 
 
 2  Touch  me,  and  make  the  leper  clean, 
 Purge  my  iniquity : 
 
 Unless  thou  wash  my  soul  from  sin, 
 I  have  no  part  in  thee. 
 
 3  But  art  thou  not  already  mine  ? 
 Answer,  if  mine  thou  art ! 
 
 Whisper  within,  thou  Love  divine, 
 And  cheer  my  broken  heart. 
 
 4  Behold,  for  me  the  victim  bleeds, 
 His  wounds  are  open  wide  ; 
 
 For  me  the  blood  of  sprinkling  pleads,  . 
 
 And  speaks  me  justified.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 a  £ry  L.  M.  Windham. 
 
 4tcJ  I  •  Condemned  but  pleading  the  Promise. 
 
 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  ? 
 •  290 
 
PENITENTIAL.  [458. 
 
 2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
 The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace ; 
 Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
 So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 
 
 3  Oh  wash  my  soul  from  ever}'  sin, 
 And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
 Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
 And  past  offenses  pain  mine  eyes. 
 
 4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sin  confess, 
 Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
 Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe 
 I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 
 
 5  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
 Whose  hope  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
 Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
 
 Some  sure  support  against  despair.  Watts* 
 
 S.  M.  Huntington. 
 
 To  whom  should  ice  go? 
 
 AH !  whither  should  I  go, 
 Burdened,  and  sick,  and  faint? 
 To  whom  should  I  my  troubles  show, 
 And  pour  out  my  complaint? 
 
 2  My  Saviour  bids  me  come, 
 Ah !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
 
 He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 
 And  yet  from  him  I  stay ! 
 
 3  What  is  it  keeps  me  back 
 From  which  I  can  not  part  ? 
 
 Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 
 Possession  of  my  heart  ? 
 
 4  Some  cursed  thing  unknown 
 Must  surely  lurk  within  ; 
 
 Some  idol  which  I  will  not  own, 
 Some  secret  bosom-sin. 
 
 291 
 
459.]  PENITENTIAL. 
 
 5  Jesus,  the  hinderance  show, 
 Which  I  have  feared  to  see : 
 
 And  let  me  now  consent  to  know, 
 What  keeps  me  back  from  thee. 
 
 6  I  now  believe  in  thee, 
 Compassion  reigns  alone ; 
 
 According  to  my  faith,  to  me 
 
 Oh  let  it,  Lord,  be  done !  C.  Wesley. 
 
 P.  M.  7s  &  6s.  Utica. 
 
 Come  unto  Me. 
 
 DROOPING  souls,  no  longer  grieve, 
 Heaven  is  propitious — 
 If  you  do  in  Christ  believe, 
 
 You  will  find  him  precious ; 
 Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 
 
 And  he  calls  you  to  him ; 
 He  has  died  for  you  and  me, 
 Oh,  then  come  and  view  him. 
 
 2  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
 Flows  the  healing  fountain ; 
 
 See  the  purple  swelling  tide, 
 
 Boundless  as  the  ocean — 
 See  the  living  waters  move, 
 
 For  the  sick  and  dying ; 
 Now  resolve  to  gain  his  love, 
 
 Or  to  perish  trying. 
 
 3  Now  methinks,  I  hear  one  say, 
 I  will  go  and  prove  him  ; 
 
 If  he  takes  my  sins  away, 
 
 Surely  I  will  love  him. 
 Come,  my  Saviour,  come  and  smile, 
 
 Smiling  moves  my  burden ; 
 I  am  guilty,  poor,  and  vile, 
 
 Yet  thou  canst  me  pardon. 
 •      292 
 
texitential.  [460. 
 
 4  Streams  of  mercy,  how  they  flow ! 
 
 Surely  now  I  feel  it : 
 Half  has  never  yet  been  told — 
 
 Oh  could  I  reveal  it ! 
 Jesus'  blood  has  healed  my  wound, 
 
 Oh  the  wondrous  story] 
 I  was  lost,  but  now  I'm  found, 
 
 Glory,  glory,  glory ! 
 
 460. 
 
 C.  M.  Martyrs. 
 
 The  Mercy-Seat. 
 
 APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
 Where  Jesus  answers  prayer ; 
 There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
 For  none  can  perish  there. 
 
 2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 
 With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 
 
 Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
 And  such,  0  Lord,  am  I. 
 
 3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 
 By  Satan  sorely  pressed ; 
 
 By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 
 I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 
 
 4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 
 That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
 
 I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face. 
 And  tell  him  "thou  hast  died." 
 
 5  Oh  wondrous  loye  !  to  bleed  and  die, 
 To  bear  the  cross  and  sham§; 
 
 That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
 Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 
 
 6  "Poor  tempest-tossed  soul,  be  still, 
 My  promised  grace  receiye  ;  " 
 
 Tis  Jesus  speaks,  I  must,  I  will, 
 
 I  can,  I  do  belieye.  Newton. 
 
 293 
 
461,  462.]  PENITENTIAL. 
 
 a  r*  -i  L.  M.  Sessions. 
 
 tiUJL.      The  Sacrifice  of  a  broken  Heart 
 
 THOUGH  I  have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
 Thy  help  and  comfort  still  afford ; 
 And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
 To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
 
 2  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
 Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring ; 
 
 Thou  God  of  grace,  wilt  thou  despise 
 A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice  ? 
 
 3  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
 And  owns  the  dreadful  sentence  just: 
 Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
 
 And  save  a  soul  condemned  to  die.  Watts. 
 
 L.    M.  PiOCKINGHAM. 
 
 Just  as  I  am. 
 
 JUST  as  I  am  ;  without  one  plea, 
 But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me ; 
 And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 
 O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come. 
 
 2  Just  as  I  am ;  and  waiting  not 
 To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot — 
 To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot 
 O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come. 
 
 3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
 With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
 With  fears  within,  and  foes  without — 
 O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come. 
 
 4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind : 
 Sight,  riches,  healing  qf  the  mind, 
 Yea,  all  I  need  in  thee  to  find, 
 O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come. 
 
 5  Just  as  I  am,  thou  wilt  receive, 
 "Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
 Because  thy  promise  I  believe — 
 O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come.  Elliot. 
 
 294 
 
463. 
 
 PENITENTIAL.  [463. 
 
 12th  P.  M.  7s,  6s  &  8s.      Rockfort. 
 
 Take  me  to  thy  Breast. 
 
 LAMB  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
 To  thee  I  humbly  pray ; 
 Heal  me  of  my  grief  and  pain, 
 
 Oh  take  my  sins  away. 
 From   his  bondage,  Lord,  release ; 
 No  longer  let  me  be  oppressed  ; 
 Jesus,  Master,  seal  my  peace, 
 And  take  me  to  thy  breast ! 
 
 2  "Wilt  thou  east  a  sinner  out, 
 Who  humbly  comes  to  thee? 
 
 No,  my  God,  I  can  not  doubt, 
 
 Thy  mercy  is  for  me ; 
 Let  me  then  obtain  the  grace, 
 
 And  be  of  paradise  possessed : 
 Jesus,  Master,  seal  my  peace, 
 
 And  take  me  to  thy  breast ! 
 
 3  Worldly  good  I  do  not  want : 
 Be  that  to  others  given : 
 
 Only  for  thy  love  I  pant ; 
 •  My  all  in  earth  or  heaven ; 
 This  is  the  crown  I  fain  would  seize, 
 
 The  good  wherewith  I  would  be  blest; 
 Jesus,  Master,  seal  my  peace, 
 
 And  take  me  to  thy  breast ! 
 
 4  This  delight  I  fain  would  prove, 
 And  then  resign  my  breath ! 
 
 Join  the  happy  few  whose  love 
 Was  mightier  than  death ! 
 
 Let  it  not  my  Lord  displease, 
 
 That  I  would  die  to  be  thy  guest ! 
 
 Jesus,  Master,  seal  my  peace, 
 .  And  take  me  to  thy  breast ! 
 
 295 
 
464,  465.]  PENITENTIAL. 
 
 a  r*  i  6th  P.  M.  6  lines  7s.  Toplady. 
 
 ^LOtc.         Rock  of  Ages.     Sacked  Lute,  p.  195. 
 
 ROCK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
 Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee : 
 Let  the  water  and  the  blood 
 From  thy  wounded  side  that  flowed 
 Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure, 
 Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 
 
 2  Should  my  tears  forever  flow, 
 Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
 This  for  sin  could  not  atone ; 
 Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone : 
 In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
 Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 
 
 3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
 When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death, 
 When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
 And  behold  thee  on  the  throne, 
 Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
 
 Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee !  Toplady. 
 
 L.  M.  Windham. 
 
 Grieve  not  the  Spirit. 
 
 STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay ! 
 Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite, 
 Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
 Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 
 
 2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 
 Of  all  whoe'er  thy  grace  received ; 
 
 Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
 Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved ; 
 
 3  Yet,  oh  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
 In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest ! 
 
 Nor,  in  thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
 I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 
 
 4  O  Lord,  my  wreary  soul  release, 
 And  raise  me  by  thy  gracious  hand ; 
 
 Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
 
 And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land.  C.  W. 
 
 296 
 
PENITENTIAL.  [466,  467. 
 
 a  np  9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.        Bartimeus, 
 
 4bO.  Pleading  for  Mercy.  P-  G  204. 
 
 "  1TERCY,  O  thou  Son  of  David!" 
 
 J  L  Thus  the  blind  Bartimeus  prayed 
 "Others  by  thy  word  are  saved, 
 Xow  to  me  afford  thine  aid !  " 
 
 2  Many  for  his  crying  chid  him  ; 
 But  he  called  the  louder  still ; 
 
 Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him 
 
 "  Come,  and  ask  Me  what  you  will." 
 
 3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 
 Though  by  begging  used  to  live ! 
 
 But  he  asked,  and  Jesus  granted, 
 Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give. 
 
 4  "Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness; 
 Let  my  Qje^  behold  the  day  !  * 
 
 Straight  he  saw,  and,  won  by  kindness, 
 Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 
 
 5  Oh,  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, ' 
 Publishing  to  all  around : 
 
 "Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing? 
 What  a  Saviour  I  have  found ! 
 
 6  "Oh,  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 
 And  would  be  advised  by  me  ! 
 
 Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him ; 
 
 He  would  cause  them  all  to  see."  Cowper. 
 
 a  ftry  S.  M.  Zion's  Hell. 
 
 4fcO  I  •  For  perfect  Peace. 
 
 JESUS,  my  Lord,  attend 
 Thy  feeble  creature's  cry ; 
 And  show  thyself  the  sinner's  friend, 
 And  set  me  up  on  high. 
 
 2  From  hell's  oppressive  power, 
 
 My  struggling  soul  release ; 
 And  to  thy  Father's  grace  restore, 
 
 And  to  thy  perfect  peace. 
 N  2  297 
 
468.]  PENITENTIAL. 
 
 3  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 
 I  make  my  only  plea ; 
 
 My  present  and  eternal  peace, 
 Are  both  derived  from  thee. 
 
 4  Rivers  of  life  divine 
 
 From  thee,  their  fountain,  flow ; 
 And  all  who  know  that  love  of  thine, 
 The  joy  of  angels  know. 
 
 5  Come,  then,  impute,  impart 
 To  me  thy  righteousness  ; 
 
 And  let  me  taste  how  good  thou  art, 
 How  full  of  truth  and  grace. 
 
 6  That  thou  canst  here  forgive, 
 Grant  me  to  testify ; 
 
 And  justified  by  faith  to  live, 
 
 And  in  that  faith  to  die.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 468. 
 
 C.  M.  Freelato. 
 
 Bern  ember  me. 
 
 JESUS  !  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend, 
 As  such  I  look  to  thee ; 
 Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 
 O  Lord  !  remember  me. 
 
 Chorus  :  Remember  me,  remember  me, 
 O  Lord,  remember  me  : 
 Remember,  Lord,  thy  dying  groans, 
 And  then  remember  me. 
 
 2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 
 Remember  Calvary ; 
 
 Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
 And  then  remember  me. 
 
 3  I  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 
 Yet  thy  salvation 's  free  ; 
 
 Then,  in  thy  all-abounding  grace, 
 O  Lord,  remember  me. 
 
 ■  298 
 
PENITENTIAL.  [469. 
 
 4  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distressed, 
 Howe'er  oppressed  I  be, 
 
 Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 
 Do  thou  remember  me. 
 
 5  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God ! 
 I  yield  myself  to  thee  ; 
 
 While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
 
 0  Lord,  remember  me. 
 
 G  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 
 
 And  creature  helps  all  flee, 
 Then  oh,  my  great  Redeemer,  God ! 
 
 1  pray  remember  me.  * 
 
 a  ar\  7th  P.  M.  8  lines  7s.  Martyn. 
 
 4uJ.  The  only  Refuge. 
 
 JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
 Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
 While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 
 
 While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 
 Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
 Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
 Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
 Oh  receive  my  soul  at  last. 
 
 2  Other  refuge  have  I.  none  ; 
 Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 
 
 Leave,  oh  leave  me  not  alone ; 
 
 Still  support  and  comfort  me : 
 All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed ; 
 
 All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
 Cover  my  defenseless  head 
 
 With  "the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 
 
 3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want : 
 More  than  all  in  thee  I  find : 
 
 Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
 
 Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
 Just  and  holy  is  thy  name ; 
 
 I  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
 False,  and  full  of  sin  I  am  ; 
 
 Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 
 299 
 
170,  471.]  PENITENTIAL. 
 
 I  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 
 
 Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin : 
 Let  the  healing  streams  abound ; 
 
 Make  and  keep  me.  pure  within. 
 Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 
 
 Freely  let  me  take  of  thee : 
 Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 
 
 Rise  to  all  eternity.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 i  ry  a  C.  M.  Hanover. 
 
 -±  I  U.  The  Sun  of  Righteousness. 
 
 OSUN  of  righteousness,  arise 
 With  healing  in  thy  wing ; 
 To  my  diseased,  my  fainting  soul, 
 Life  and  salvation  bring. 
 
 2  These  clouds  of  pride  and  sin  dispel, 
 By  thine  all-piercing  beam  : 
 
 Lighten  mine  eyes  with  faith ;  my  heart 
 With  holy  hope  inflame. 
 
 3  My  mind,  by  thy  all-quickening  power, 
 From  low  desires  set  free ; 
 
 L^nite  my  scattered  thoughts,  and  fix 
 My  love  entire  on  thee. 
 
 4  Father,  thy  long-lost  son  receive : 
 Saviour,  thy  purchase  own ; 
 
 Blest  Comforter,  with  peace  and  joy 
 Thy  new-made  creature  crown. 
 
 5  Eternal,  undivided  Lord, 
 Co-equal  One  in  Three, — 
 
 On  thee  all  faith,  all  hope  be  placed ; 
 All  love  be  paid  to  thee.  J.  Wesley. 
 
 irv-j  L.  M.  Reliance. 
 
 I  JL«  Calling  upon  the  Saviour 
 
 Y  suff'rings  all  to  thee  are  known, 
 Tempted  in  every  point  like  me ; 
 Regard  my  grief,  regard  thy  own  ; 
 Jesus,  remember  Calvary ! 
 .300 
 
PENITENTIAL.  [472. 
 
 2  Oh  call  to  mind  thy  earnest  prayers ! 
 Thy  agony  and  sweat  of  blood ! 
 
 Thy  strong  and  bitter  cries  and  tears ! 
 
 Thy  mortal  groan,  "  My  God !  my  God!  " 
 
 3  For  whom  didst  thou  the  cross  endure  ? 
 AVho  nailed  thy  body  to  the  tree  ? 
 
 Did  not  thy  death  my  life  procure? 
 Oh  let  thy  mercy  answer  me  ! 
 
 4  Art  thou  not  touched  with  human  woe? 
 Hath  pity  left  the  Son  of  man  ? 
 
 Dost  thou  not  all  my  sorrows  know, 
 And  claim  a  share  in  ail  my  pain  ? 
 
 5  Have  I  not  heard,  haye  I  not  known, 
 That  thou,  the  eyerlasting  Lord, 
 
 Whom  heayen  and  earth  their  Maker  own, 
 
 Art  always  faithful  to  thy  word  ?  * 
 
 472. 
 
 S.  M.  Kentucky. 
 
 lie-store  my  Peace. 
 
 AXD  wilt  thou  yet  be  found, 
 And  may  I  still  draw  near  ? 
 Then  listen  to  the  plaintive  sound 
 Of  a  poor  sinner's  prayer. 
 
 2  Jesus,  thine  aid  afford, 
 
 If  still  the  same  thou  art, 
 To  thee  I  look,  to  thee,  my  Lord ! 
 Lift  up  a  helpless  heart. 
 
 3  Thou  seest  my  troubled  breast, 
 The  struggling  of  my  will, 
 
 The  foes  that  interrupt  my  rest, 
 The  agonies  I  feel. 
 
 4  The  daily  death  I  proye, 
 Sayiour,  to  thee  is  known  : 
 
 'T  is  worse  than  death  my  God  to  loye, 
 And  not  my  God  alone. 
 301 
 
473,  474.]  PENITEXTTAJL. 
 
 5  O  my  offended  Lord, 
 Restore  my  inward  peaee  ; 
 
 1  know  thou  canst :  pronounce  the  word, 
 
 And  bid  the  tempest  cease. 
 
 6  I  long  to  see  thy  nice, 
 Thy  Spirit  I  implore, 
 
 The  living  water  of  thy  grace, 
 
 That  I  may  thirst  no  more.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 a  ryo  C.  M.  Rochester 
 
 4t  I  0.  Prisoner  of  Hope. 
 
 LET  the  redeemed  give  thanks  and  praise 
 To  a  forgiving  God  ; 
 My  feeble  voice  I  can  not  raise, 
 Till  washed  in  Jesus'  blood : 
 
 2  Till,  at  thy  coming  from  above, 
 My  mountain  sin  depart, 
 
 And  fear  give  place  to  filial  love, 
 And  peace  o'erflow  my  heart. 
 
 3  Prisoner  of  hope,  I  still  attend 
 Th'  appearance  of  my  Lord, 
 
 These  endless  doubts  and  fears  to  end, 
 And  speak  my  soul  restored :  — 
 
 4  Restored  by  reconciling  grace  ; 
 
 With  pleasant  pardon  blest ;  * 
 And  fitted  by  true  holiness 
 For  my  eternal  rest. 
 
 5  The  peace  which  man  can  ne'er  conceive, 
 The  love  and  joy  unknown, 
 
 Now,  Father,  to  thy  servant  give, 
 
 And  claim  me  for  thine  own.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 4rv  i  L.  M.  Reliance. 
 
 (  4.  The  only  Plea. 
 
 JESUS,  the  sinner's  friend,  to  thee, 
 Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee : 
 Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin ; 
 Open  thine  arms,  and  take  me  in. 
 302 
 
TEXITEXTIAL.  [475. 
 
 2  Pity  and  heal  my  sin-sick  soul ; 
 Tis  thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole; 
 Fall'n,  till  in  me  thine  image  shine, 
 And  lost  I  am  till  thou  art  mine. 
 
 3  Awake,  the  woman's  conqu'ring  Seed, 
 Awake,  and  bruise  the  serpent's  head ! 
 Tread  down  thy  foes,  with  power  control 
 The  beast  and  devil  in  my  soul. 
 
 4  The  mansion  for  thyself  prepare, 
 Dispose  my  heart  by  ent'ring  there ! 
 ?T  is  this  alone  can  make  me  clean ; 
 ?T  is  this  alone  can  cast  out  sin. 
 
 5  At  last  I  own  it  can  not  be, 
 That  I  should  fit  myself  for  thee : 
 Here,  then,  to  thee  I  all  resign ; 
 Thine  is  the  work,  and  only  thine. 
 
 6  What  shall  I  say  thy  grace  to  move ! 
 Lord,  I  am  sin — but  thou  art  love : 
 
 I  give  up  every  plea  beside, 
 
 4 -Lord,  I  am  lost — but  thou  hast  died."     C.  Wesley. 
 
 475. 
 
 C.  M.  Hague. 
 
 Knocking  at  the  Door  of  Mercy. 
 
 LORD,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie, 
 And  knock  at  mercy's  door ; 
 With  heavy  heart,  and  downcast  eye, 
 Thy  favor  we  implore. 
 
 2  Without  thy  grace,  we  sink,  oppressed, 
 Down  to  the  gates  of  hell ; 
 
 Oh  give  our  troubled  spirits  rest, — 
 Our  gloomy  fears  dispel. 
 
 3  'T  is  mercy,  mercy,  now  we  plead  ; 
 Let  thy  compassion  move  ; 
 
 Mercy,  that  led  thee  once  to  bleed, 
 In  tenderness  and  love. 
 
 303 
 
476,  477.]  PENITENTIAL. 
 
 4  In  mercy,  now,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
 
 O  God,  our  sins  forgive ; 
 Thy  grace  our  stubborn  hearts  can  break, 
 
 And,  breaking,  bid  us  live.  Brown. 
 
 . 
 a  ry/i  C.    M.  (VaLSAL. 
 
 4t  I  0.  Timely  Penitence. 
 
 TT^HEN  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 
 V  V    O'erwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
 
 1  view  my  Maker  face  to  face, — 
 
 Oh  how  shall  I  appear  ? 
 
 2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 
 And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
 
 My  soul  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
 And  trembles  at  the  thought : 
 
 3  When  thou,  O  Lord,  shalt  stand  disclosed 
 In  majesty  severe, 
 
 And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, — 
 Oh  how  shall  I  appear? 
 
 4  Oh  may  my  broken,  contrite  heart, 
 Timely  my  sins  lament ; 
 
 And  early,  with  repentant  tears, 
 Eternal  woe  prevent. 
 
 5  Behold  the  sorrows  of  my  heart, 
 Ere  }ret  it  be  too  late ; 
 
 And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groan, 
 To  give  those  sorrows  wTeight. 
 
 6  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 
 Her  pardon  to  secure, 
 
 Who  knows  thine  only  Son  hath  died 
 
 To  make  that  pardon  sure.  Addison. 
 
 a  ryry  G    M.       Wes.  Psalmist,  8. 
 
 4r  I   I  •  The  Prodigal 's  Return. 
 
 AFFLICTIONS,  tho'  they  seem  severe, 
 In  mercy  oft  are  sent, 
 They  stopped  the  prodigal's  career. 
 And  caused  him  to  repent. 
 304 
 
rEXITENTIAL.  [477. 
 
 Cnonus : 
 
 I'll  starve  no  more  for  bread, 
 
 I'll  starve  no  more  for  bread,  he  cried, 
 
 Nor  die  in  foreign  lands, 
 
 My  father's  house  has  large  supplies, 
 
 And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 
 
 2  Although  he  no  relenting  felt, 
 Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 
 
 His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt, 
 "When  famine  pinched  him  sore. 
 
 3  "  What  have  I  gained  by  sin,"  he  said, 
 m  But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear  ? 
 
 My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 
 While  I  am  starving  here. 
 
 4  "I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 
 Fall  down  before  his  face ; 
 
 Unworthy  to  be  called  his  son, 
 I'll  seek  a  servant's  place." 
 
 5  His  father  saw  him  coming  back, 
 He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smiled ; 
 
 Then  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
 Of  his  rebellious  child. 
 
 6  "  Father,  I've  sinned,  but  oh  !  forgive" 
 ' '  Enough,"  the  father  said  ; 
 
 11 Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive, 
 For  whom  I  mourned  as  dead. 
 
 7  "  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain ; 
 Go,  spread  the  news  around, 
 
 My  son  was  dead  but  lives  again, 
 Was  lost,  but  now  is  found." 
 
 8  'T  is  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 
 To  call  poor  sinners  home ; 
 
 More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 
 
 And  welcomes  all  that  come.  * 
 
 305 
 
478,  479.]  PENITENTIAL. 
 
 AWQ  C.  M.  Naomi. 
 
 4:  I  O.  The  Sin-sick  Soul. 
 
 PHYSICIAN  of  the  sin-sick  soul, 
 To  thee  I  bring  my  case ; 
 My  raging  malady  control, 
 And  heal  me  by  thy  grace. 
 
 2  I  would  disclose  my  whole  complaint ; 
 But  where  shall  I  begin  ? 
 
 No  words  of  mine  can  fully  paint 
 That  worst  distemper — sin. 
 
 3  Pity  the  anguish  I  endure, 
 And  save  by  power  divine ; 
 
 For  never  can  I  find  a  cure 
 From  any  hand  but  thine. 
 
 4  Thou  great  Physician,  hear  my  cry, 
 And  set  my  spirit  free ; 
 
 Thou  wilt  not  let  the  sinner  die, 
 
 Who  longs  to  live  to  thee.  * 
 
 4ryrv  S.  M.  Lebanon. 
 
 I  i) .  Tlie  great  Physician. 
 
 BESIDE  the  gospel  pool, 
 Appointed  for  the  poor, 
 From  year  to  year  a  sinful  soul 
 Had  waited  for  a  cure. 
 
 2  The  voice  of  one  unknown, 
 Advancing  where  he  lay, 
 
 Bespoke  him  in  a  gentle  tone, 
 And  thus  it  seemed  to  say : 
 
 3  "Poor,  sinful,  dying  soul, 
 Why  linger  here  and  die  ? 
 
 Only  consent  to  be  made  whole, 
 You  need  no  longer  lie. 
 
 4  The  Saviour,  passing  by, 
 AVell  knows  your  sinking  state, 
 
 And  while  the  Saviour  is  so  nigh, 
 The  sinner  need  not  wait." 
 306 
 
PENITENTIAL.  [480,  481. 
 
 5  That  voice  dispelled  the  charm, 
 His  fatal  slumbers  broke ; 
 
 He  saw  his  sins  with  fresh  alarm, 
 And  feared  the  vengeful  stroke. 
 
 6  Unable  to  endure, 
 
 He  called  for  aid  divine — 
 The  great  Physician  wrought  the  cure , 
 
 That  guilty  soul  was  mine.  * 
 
 jqa  L.  M.  Pelesgrove. 
 
 4tOU.  Shut  up  in  Unbelief. 
 
 LIGHT  of  the  Gentile  world,  appear ; 
 Command  the  blind  thy  rays  to  see : 
 Our  darkness  chase,  our  sorrows  cheer, 
 And  set  the  plaintive  prisoner  free. 
 
 2  Me,  me,  who  still  in  darkness  sit, 
 Shut  up  in  sin  and  unbelief, 
 
 Deliver  from  this  gloomy  pit, — 
 This  dungeon  of  despairing  grief. 
 
 3  Open  mine  eyes  the  Lamb  to  know, 
 Who  bears  the  general  sin  away ; 
 
 And  to  my  ransomed  spirit  show 
 
 The  glories  of  eternal  day.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 4q-|         1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.     Sac.  Mel.  p.  483. 
 01.  I  will  not  let  Thee  go. 
 
 C10ME,  0  thou  Traveler  unknown, 
 /  Whom  still  I  hold,  but  can  not  see ! 
 My  company  before  is  gone, 
 
 And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee : 
 With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
 And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 
 
 2  I  need  not  tell  thee  who  t  am  ; 
 
 My  misery  and  sin  declare ; 
 Thyself  hast  called  me  by  my  name, 
 
 Look  on  thy  hands,  and  read  it  there : 
 But  who,  I  ask  thee,  who  art  thou  ? 
 Tell  me  thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 
 307 
 
482.]  TENITENTIAL. 
 
 3  In  vain  thou  struggles!  to  get  free, 
 I  never  will  unloose  my  hold  ; 
 
 Art  thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me  ? 
 
 The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold : 
 Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
 Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 
 
 4  Wilt  thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 
 Thy  new,  unutterable  name? 
 
 Tell  me,  I  still  beseech  thee,  tell ; 
 To  know  it  now  resolved  I  am : 
 Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
 Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 
 
 5  What,  though  my  shrinking  flesh  complain, 
 And  murmur  to  contend  so  long : 
 
 I  rise  superior  to  my  pain : 
 
 When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong ! 
 And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 
 I  shall  with  the  God-Man  prevail.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 482. 
 
 1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.  Kakem. 
 
 Second  Part. 
 I  will  not  let  Thee  go. 
 
 YIELD  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak, 
 But  confident  in  self-despair; 
 Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessing  speak ; 
 Be  conquered  by  my  instant  prayer  : 
 Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
 And  tell  me  if  thy  name  be  Love. 
 
 2  T  is  love !  't  is  love !  thou  diedst  for  me  ! 
 
 I  hear  thy  whisper  in  my  heart ; 
 The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee, 
 
 Pure  universal  love  thou  art : 
 To  me,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move, 
 Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 
 308 
 
PENITENTIAL.  [483. 
 
 3  My  prayer  hath  power  with  God  ;  the  grace 
 Unspeakable  I  now  receive ; 
 
 Through  faith  I  see  thee  face  to  face ; 
 
 I  see  thee  face  to  face,  and  live ! 
 In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove ; 
 Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 
 
 4  I  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, 
 Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  friend  : 
 
 Xor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart, 
 But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end : 
 Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove, 
 Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 
 
 5  The  Sun  of  righteousness  on  me 
 Hath  rose  with  healing  in  his  wings ; 
 
 Withered  by  nature's  strength,  from  thee 
 
 My  soul  its  life  and  succor  brings ; 
 My  help  is  all  laid  up  above  : 
 Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 
 
 6  Contented  now  upon  my  thigh 
 
 I  halt,  till  life's  short  journey  end ; 
 All  helplessness,  all  weakness,  I 
 
 On  thee  alone  for  strength  depend ; 
 Xor  have  I  power  from  thee  to  move ; 
 Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 
 
 7  Lame  as  I  am,  I  take  the  prey : 
 
 Hell,  earth,  and  sin,  with  ease  o'ercome ; 
 I  leap  for  joy,  pursue  my  way, 
 
 And,  as  a  bounding  hart,  fly  home; 
 Through  all  eternity  to  prove. 
 Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 P.  M.  Moscheles,  Child.  Hos.  p.  102. 
 Jesus,  full  of  all  Compassion. 
 
 JESUS,  fall  of  all  compassion, 
 Hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry  ; 
 Oh,  let  me  know  thy  great  salvation, 
 See,  I  languish,  faint,  and  die ! 
 Oh  !  see  I  languish,  faint,  and  die  ! 
 309 
 
484.]  PENITENTIAL. 
 
 2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 
 Overwhelmed  with  helpless  grief, 
 
 With  sorrow  at  thy  feet  repenting, 
 Send,  oh  send  me  quick  relief! 
 Now  send,  oh  send  me  quick  relief! 
 
 3  Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flying, 
 But  to  him  who  comfort  gives  ? 
 
 Say,  whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 
 But  to  him  who  ever  lives  ? 
 Only  to  him  who  ever  lives ! 
 
 4  Saved,  the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 
 Thro'  the  shining  realms  above  ; 
 
 Hark,  angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 
 All  enraptured  with  thy  love. 
 JT  is  all  enraptured  with  thy  love.  * 
 
 AQi  L.  M.  Forest. 
 
 4fcOyt»  Sighing  for  Deliverance. 
 
 OH  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ! 
 Oh  that  I  could  at  last  submit, 
 At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down ! 
 To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 
 
 2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find : 
 Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
 Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
 And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 
 
 3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
 And  fully  set  my  spirit  free ; 
 
 I  can  not  rest  till  pure  within, 
 Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 
 
 4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 
 Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove  ; 
 
 The  cross  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 
 The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 
 
 5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power; 
 My  heart  from  every  sin  release ; 
 
 Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
 And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 
 310 
 
PENITENTIAL.  [485. 
 
 6  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 
 
 Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay : 
 
 Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear! 
 
 My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 i  Q  w       26th  P.  M.  7a  &  6s.     Child.  Hos.  p.  76. 
 40»J,  I  icant  to  be  a  Christian. 
 
 T  WANT  to  be  a  Christian, 
 JL  And  be  from  sin  set  free — 
 To  feel  that  Jesus'  precious  blood 
 
 Was  shed  indeed  for  me. 
 I'd  rather  be  a  Christian, 
 
 And  bear  the  rude  world's  frown, 
 Than  dwell  in  courts  of  pleasure, 
 
 And  wear  a  regal  crown. 
 
 2  I  want  to  be  a  Christian, 
 And  in  my  Saviour  trust ; 
 
 That  when  this  body  lies  in  death, 
 
 And  turns  again  to  dust, 
 My  soul  may  be  with  Jesus, 
 
 In  that  bright  world  above, 
 Where  grief  comes  not,  nor  sorrow, 
 
 But  all  is  joy  and  love. 
 
 3  I  want  to  be  a  Christian, 
 And  as  a  Christian  live  ; 
 
 And  pray  that  God  would  unto  me 
 
 His  Holy  Spirit  give, 
 To  lead  me  in  the  pathway, 
 
 Which  my  Redeemer  trod  ; 
 And  so,  by  following  Jesus, 
 
 Prepare  to  meet  my  God. 
 
 4  I  want  to  be  a  Christian, 
 And  die  the  Christian's  death, 
 
 To  whisper  Jesus'  sacred  name 
 
 With  my  expiring  breath  ; 
 And  then  in  realms  of  glory, 
 
 To  heaven's  Eternal  King, 
 I  would  with  powers  immortal 
 
 Loud  hallelujahs  sing.  # 
 
 311 
 
486,  487.]  PENITENTIAL. 
 
 4q /i  C.  M.     Children  in  Heaven. 
 
 OO.  The  Penitent     Gd.  Censer,  115. 
 
 PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 
 A  guilty  rebel  lies, 
 And  upward  to  the  mercy-seat 
 Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 Crying,  Save  me,  save  me ! 
 
 Save  me,  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb ! 
 
 2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 
 To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
 
 Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
 In  ceaseless  torrent  flow. — 
 
 3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 
 To  expiate  my  guilt  ; 
 
 No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed — 
 
 No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. — 
 
 • 
 
 4  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord ! 
 And  all  my  sins  forgive ! 
 
 Justice  will  well  approve  the  word 
 
 That  bids  the  sinner  live. —  * 
 
 487. 
 0 
 
 L.  M.  Bowring. 
 
 For  Mourners  in  Zion. 
 
 H  let  the  prisoners'  mournful  cries 
 As  incense  in  thy  sight  appear : 
 Their  humble  wailings  pierce  the  skies, 
 If  haply  they  may  feel  thee  near. 
 
 2  The  captive  exiles  make  their  moans, 
 From  sin  impatient  to  be  free : 
 
 Call  home,  call  home  thy  banished  ones ; 
 Lead  captive  their  captivity. 
 
 3  Show  them  the  blood  that  bought  their  peace, 
 The  anchor  of  their  steadfast  hope, 
 
 And  bid  their  guilty  terrors  cease, 
 
 And  bring  the  ransomed  prisoners  up. 
 312 
 
penitential.  [488,  489. 
 
 4  Oat  of  the  deep,  regard  their  cries; 
 The  fallen  rai.se,  the  mourners  cheer : 
 
 0  Sun  of  righteousness  arise, 
 
 And  scatter  all  their  doubt  and  fear. 
 
 5  Pity  the  day  of  feeble  things ; 
 Oh,  gather  every  halting  soul ; 
 
 And  drop  salvation  from  thy  wings, 
 
 And  make  the  contrite  sinner  whole.        C.   Wesley. 
 
 4qq  S.  M.  Golden  Hill. 
 
 OUi  Oh  for  penitential  Tears! 
 
 DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
 And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
 Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
 Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 
 
 2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 
 The  wondering  angels  see ! 
 
 Be  thou  astonished,  0  my  soul ! 
 He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 
 
 3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep — 
 Each  sin  demands  a  tear ; 
 
 In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
 
 And  there's  no  weeping  there.  Beddome. 
 
 4qq  S.  M.  Aylesbury. 
 
 O^/.      Light  dawning  upon  the  Soul. 
 
 OUT  of  the  depths  of  woe, 
 To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  cry; 
 Darkness  surrounds  me,  but  I  know 
 That  thou  art  ever  nigh. 
 
 2  Humbly  on  thee  I  wait, 
 Confessing  all  my  sin ; 
 
 Lord,  I  am  knocking  at  the  gate ; 
 Open,  and  take  me  in. 
 
 3  Oh  hearken  to  my  voice, — 
 Give  ear  to  my  complaint ; 
 
 Thou  bidd'st  the  mourning  soul  rejoice, 
 Thou  comfortest  the  faint. 
 O  313 
 
490,  491.] 
 
 PENITENTIAL. 
 
 4  Glory  to  God  above, — 
 The  waters  soon  will  cease ; 
 
 For,  lo !  the  swift  returning  dove 
 Brings  home  the  sign  of  peace. 
 
 5  Though  storms  his  face  obscure, 
 And  dangers  threaten  loud ; 
 
 Jehovah's  covenant  is  sure, — 
 
 His  bow  is  in  the  cloud.  Montgomery, 
 
 iAA  S.    M.  BOYLSTON. 
 
 4re/U.  Waiting  at  the  Cross. 
 
 FATHER,  I  dare  believe 
 Thee  merciful  and  true : 
 Thou  wilt  my  guilty  soul  forgive, — 
 My  fallen  soul  renew. 
 
 2  Come  then,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
 And  bid  my  heart  be  clean ; 
 
 An  end  of  all  my  troubles  make, — 
 An  end  of  all  my  sin. 
 
 3  I  can  not  wash  my  heart, 
 But  by  believing  thee, 
 
 And  waiting  for  thy  blood  t'  impart 
 The  spotless  purity. 
 
 4  While  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 
 Jesus,  the  grace  bestow ; 
 
 ]STow  thy  all-cleansing  blood  apply, 
 
 And  I  am  white  as  snow.  C.  Weshy. 
 
 iryi  S.  M.  Athol. 
 
 tt  v  X  •  Groaning  for  Deliverance. 
 
 TTTHEX  shall  thy  love  constrain, 
 I  !     And  force  me  to  thy  breast ; 
 When  shall  my  soul  return  again 
 To  her  eternal  rest  ? 
 
 2  Ah !  what  avails  my  strife, 
 
 My  wandering  to  and  fro  ? 
 Thou  hast  the  words  of  endless  life : 
 
 Ah  !  whither  should  I  go  ? 
 314 
 
PENITENTIAL.  [492. 
 
 3  Thy  condescending  grace 
 To  "me  did  freely  move  : 
 
 It  calls  me  still  to  seek  thy  face, 
 And  stoops  to  ask  my  love. 
 
 4  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fall, 
 I  groan  to  be  set  free: 
 
 I  fain  would  now  obey  thy  call, 
 And  give  up  all  for  thee. 
 
 5  To  rescue  me  from  woe, 
 
 Thou  didst  with  all  things  part ; 
 Didst  lead  a  suffering  life  below, 
 To  gain  my  worthless  heart. 
 
 6  My  worthless  heart  to  gain, 
 The  God  of  all  that  breathe, 
 
 Was  found  in  fashion  as  a  man, 
 
 And  died  a  cursed  death.  0.  Wesley. 
 
 S.  M,  Aylesbury,. 
 
 I  yield,  I  yield. 
 
 4  XD  can  I  vet  delav, 
 A  My  little  all  to  give? 
 To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away, 
 For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 
 
 2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield ! 
 
 I  can  hold  out  no  more : 
 I  sink,  by  dying  love  compelled, 
 And  own  Thee  conqueror. 
 
 3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake, 
 My  friends,  my  all  resign ; 
 
 Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  oh  take, 
 And  seal  me  ever  thine ! 
 
 4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 
 ZSTor  hence  again  remove  : 
 
 Settle  and  fix  my  wavering  soul 
 With  all  thv  weight  of  love. 
 .    '  315 
 
493,  494.]  PENITENTIAL. 
 
 5  My  life,  my  portion  thou, 
 
 Thou  all-sufficient  art ; 
 My  hope,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now 
 
 Enter,  and  keep  my  heart.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 493. 
 
 4th  P.  M.  8s  &  6s.  Bremen. 
 
 Pleading  the  sacrificial  Death  of  Christ. 
 
 OLAMB  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
 I  plead  with  thee,  my  suit  to  gain, — 
 I  plead  what  thou  hast  done : 
 Didst  thou  not  die  the  death  for  me? 
 Jesus,  remember  Calvary, 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
 2  Receive  the  purchase  of  thy  blood, 
 My  friend  and  Advocate  with  God, — 
 
 My  ransom  and  my  peace : 
 My  Surety !  thou  my  debt  hast  paid, 
 For  all  my  sins  atonement  made, — 
 
 The  Lord  my  righteousness. 
 
 3  Oh  let  thy  Spirit  shed  abroad 
 The  love  of  my  redeeming  God, 
 
 In  this  cold  heart  of  mine : 
 Oh  might  he  now  descend,  and  rest 
 Forever  in  this  troubled  breast, 
 
 And  keep  me  ever  thine.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 494. 
 
 7th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.       Bartimetjs. 
 " 'Abide  in  me,  and  I  in  you" — John  15,  4. 
 
 COME  and  welcome,  blessed  Jesus ! 
 Though  our  hearts  are  black  with  sin, 
 Lord,  subdue  its  power  within  us, 
 Cast  it  out,  and  enter  in. 
 
 2  Dwell  with  us,  though  poor  and  lowly 
 Be  our  earthly  dwelling-place : 
 
 To  a  temple  high  and  holy 
 
 Thou  canst  change  it  by  thy  grace. 
 316 
 
PENITENTIAL.  [495. 
 
 3  Come  and  welcome !  Lord,  how  is  it 
 That  men  let  thee  knock  and  wait? 
 
 Is  not  thine  a  prince's  visit? 
 Is  not  theirs  a  prison  gate  ? 
 
 4  Come !  and  we  the  wondrous  story 
 Will  to  angels  yet  make  known, 
 
 That  the  King  of  grace  and  glory 
 Came  and  took  us  for  his  own ! 
 
 Extra  S.  S.  V.  Hymns. 
 
 495. 
 
 3d  P.  or  H.  M.  Lenox. 
 
 The  Saviour  invited. 
 
 COME,  my  Redeemer,  come, 
 And  deign  to  dwell  with  me ; 
 Come,  and  thy  right  assume, 
 
 And  bid  thy  rivals  flee ; 
 Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
 And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 
 
 2  Exert  thy  mighty  power, 
 And  banish  all  my  sin ; 
 
 In  this  auspicious  hour, 
 
 Bring  all  thy  graces  in  : 
 Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
 And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 
 
 3  Rule  thou  in  every  thought 
 And  passion  of  my  soul, 
 
 Till  all  my  powers  are  brought 
 
 Beneath  thy  full  control : 
 Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
 And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 
 
 4  Then  shall  my  days  be  thine, 
 And  all  my  heart  be  love, 
 
 And  joy  and  peace  be  mine, 
 Such  as  are  known  above : 
 Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
 And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 
 
 Extra  S.  S.  U.  Hymns. 
 317 
 
496,  497.] 
 
 rEXITENTIAL. 
 
 496. 
 
 S.  M. 
 The  struggling  Penitent, 
 
 I  WOULD  but  can  not  sing, 
 Guilt  has  untuned  my  voice, 
 The  serpent,  sin's  envenomed  sting, 
 Has  poisoned  all  my  joys. 
 
 2  I  know  the  Lord  is  nigh, 
 And  would,  but  can  not  pray, 
 
 For  Satan  meets  me  when  I  try, 
 And  frights  my  soul  away. 
 
 3  I  would,  but  can't  repent, 
 Though  I  endeavor  oft ; 
 
 This  stony  heart  can  ne'er  relent, 
 Till  Jesus  make  it  soft. 
 
 4  I  would,  but  can  not  love, 
 Though  wooed  by  love  divine  : 
 
 Xo  arguments  have  power  to  move 
 A  soul  so  base  as  mine. 
 
 5  I  would,  but  can  not  rest 
 In  God's  most  holy  will ; 
 
 I  know  what  he  appoints  is  best, 
 Yet  murmur  at  it  still. 
 
 6  Oh  could  I  but  believe ! 
 Then  all  would  easy  be  ; 
 
 I  would,  but  can  not — Lord,  relieve ; 
 My  help  must  come  from  thee ! 
 
 Olmutz. 
 
 497 
 
 5th  R  M.  6  lines  7s. 
 Help,  or  I  perish. 
 
 BY  thy  birth,  and  by  thy  tears ; 
 By  thy  human  griefs  and  fears ; 
 By  thy  conflict  in  the  hour 
 Of  the  subtle  tempter's  power, — 
 Saviour,  look  with  pitying  eye ; 
 Saviour,  help  me,  or  I  die. 
 318 
 
 Newton. 
 Orox. 
 
PENITENTIAL.  [498. 
 
 2  By  the  tenderness  that  wept 
 O'er  the  grave  where  Laz'rus  slept ; 
 By  the  bitter  tears  that  flowed 
 Over  Salem's  lost  abode, — 
 Saviour,  look  with  pitying  eye ; 
 Saviour,  help  me,  or  I  die. 
 
 3  By  thy  lonely  hour  of  prayer ; 
 By  the  fearful  conflict  there ; 
 By  thy  cross  and  dying  cries ; 
 By  thy  one  great  sacrifice, — 
 Saviour,  look  with  pitying  eye ; 
 Saviour,  help  me,  or  I  die. 
 
 4  By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave ; 
 By  thy  power  the  lost  to  save ; 
 By  thy  high  majestic  throne ; 
 
 By  the  empire  all  thine  own, — 
 Saviour,  look  with  pitying  eye  ; 
 Saviour,  help  me,  or  I  die.  Grant. 
 
 A(\Q  4th  P.   M.  8s  &  6s.  AlTHLONE. 
 
 4L  *70.       Languishing  for  Deliverance. 
 
 OH  conquer  this  rebellious  will ! 
 Willing  thou  art  and  ready  still ; 
 Thy  help  is  always  nigh  : 
 The  hardness  from  my  heart  remove, 
 And  give  me,  Lord,  oh  give  me  love, 
 Or  at  thy  feet  I  die. 
 
 2  To  thee  I  lift  my  mournful  eye ; 
 Why  am  I  thus?  Oh  tell  me  why 
 
 I  can  not  love  my  God  ? 
 The  hind'rance  must  be  all  in  me : 
 It  can  not  in  my  Saviour  be ; — 
 
 Witness  that  streaming  blood. 
 
 3  It  cost  thy  blood  my  heart  to  win, 
 To  buy  me  from  the  power  of  sin, 
 
 And  make  me  love  again : 
 Come,  then,  my  Lord,  thy  right  assert  ; 
 Take  to  thyself  my  ransomed  heart, 
 
 Nor  bleed  nor  die  in  vain.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 319 
 
499, 500.]  imitation. 
 
 i  r\r\  P.  M.     Golden  Shower,  p.  90. 
 
 4teJ  */•        Tfliat  shall  I  do  to  be  saved? 
 
 OH !  what  shall  I  do  to  be  saved 
 From  the  sorrows  that  burden  my  soul  ? 
 Like  the  waves  in  the  storm 
 When  the  winds  are  at  war, 
 Chilling  floods  of  distress  o'er  me  roll. 
 What  shall  I  do?  what  shall  I  do? 
 Oh !  what  shall  I  do  to  be  saved? 
 
 2  Oh !  what  shall  I  do  to  be  saved, 
 When  the  pleasures  of  youth  are  all  fled  ? 
 
 And  the  friends  I  have  loved, 
 
 From  the  earth  are  removed, 
 And  I  weep  o'er  the  graves  of  the  dead  ? 
 What  shall  I  do ?  what  shall  I  do? 
 
 Oh !  what  shall  I  do  to  be  saved  ? 
 
 3  Oh !  what  shall  I  do  to  be  saved, 
 When  sickness  my  strength  shall  subdue  ? 
 
 Or  the  world  in  a  day, 
 
 Like  a  cloud,  roll  away, 
 And  eternity  open  to  view  ? 
 What  shall  I  do?  what  shall  I  do? 
 
 Oh !  what  shall  I  do  to  be  saved  ? 
 
 4  0  Lord,  look  in  mercy  on  me, 
 
 Come,  oh  come  and  speak  peace  to  my  soul ; 
 
 Unto  whom  shall  I  flee, 
 
 Dearest  Lord,  but  to  thee, 
 Thou  canst  make  my  poor  broken  heart  whole. 
 That  will  I  do  !  that  will  I  do  ! 
 
 To  Jesus  1 11  go  and  be  saved.        Revival  Melodies- 
 
 Invitation. 
 
 NAA  C.    M-  KORTHFIEI 
 
 OUU.  Behold  the  Lamb. 
 
 LOOK  unto  Christ,  ye  nations ;  own 
 Your  God,  ye  fallen  race ; 
 Look,  and  be  saved  through  faith  alone, 
 Be  justified  by  grace. 
 
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INVITATION.  [501. 
 
 2  Pee  all  your  sins  on  Jesus  laid : 
 The  Lamb  of  God  was  slain ; 
 
 His  soul  was  once  an  offering  made 
 For  every  soul  of  man. 
 
 3  Awake  from  guilty  nature's  sleep, 
 And  Christ  shall  give  you  light; 
 
 Cast  all  your  sins  into  the  deep, 
 And  wash  the  Ethiop  white. 
 
 4  With  me,  your  chief,  ye  then  shall  know, 
 Shall  feel  your  sins  forgiven  ; 
 
 Anticipate  your  heaven  below, 
 
 And  own  that  love  is  heaven.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 501. 
 
 P.  M.    S.  S.  Hobaotta,  p.  28. 
 
 Faith  sees  the  Saviour. 
 
 BY  faith  I  view  my  Saviour  dying 
 On  the  tree ; 
 To  every  nation  he  is  crying, 
 
 Look  to  me ! 
 He  bids  the  guilty  now  draw  near, 
 Repent,  believe,  dismiss  their  fear : 
 Hark  !  hark  !  what  precious  words  I  hear ! 
 Mercy's  free !  mercy's  free  ! 
 
 2  Did  Christ,  when  I  was  sin  pursuing, 
 
 Pity  me  ? 
 And  did  he  snatch  my  soul  from  ruin? 
 
 Can  it  be? 
 Oh,  yes !  he  did  salvation  bring : 
 He  is  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King ; 
 And  now  my  happy  soul  can  sing, 
 Mercy's  free  !  mercy's  free ! 
 
 3  Jesus  my  weary  soul  refreshes ; 
 
 Mercy's  free ! 
 And  every  moment  Christ  is  precious 
 
 Unto  me. 
 None  can  describe  the  bliss  I  prove : 
 While  through  this  wilderness  I  rove ; 
 All  may  enjoy  the  Saviour's  love, 
 Mercy's  free !  mercy's  free ! 
 O  2  "  321 
 
502,  503.]  INVITATION. 
 
 4  Long  as  I  live,  I  '11  still  be  crying, 
 "Mercy's  free!" 
 
 And  this  shall  be  m)r  theme  when  dying, 
 
 "  Mercy's  free !  " 
 And  when  the  vale  of  death  I  We  passed, 
 When  lodged  above  the  stormy  blast, 
 
 1  '11  sing  when  endless  ages  last, 
 
 "  Mercy's  free !  mercy's  free !  "  Juices. 
 
 6th  P.  Mi  6  lines  7s.  Oron. 
 
 I/O*       Now  is  the  Day  of  Salvation. 
 
 TT7HY  not  now,  my  God,  my  God  ? 
 V  V    Ready  if  thou  always  art, 
 Make  in  me  thine  own  abode, — 
 Take  possession  of  my  heart : 
 If  thou  canst  so  greatly  bow, 
 Friend  of  sinners,  why  not  now  ? 
 
 2  God  of  love,  in  this  thy  day, 
 For  thyself  to  thee  I  cry : 
 
 Dying, — if  thou  still  delay, 
 
 Must  I  not  forever  die  ? 
 Enter  now  thy  poorest  home : 
 Now,  my  utmost  Saviour,  come.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 C.  M.      New  Lute,  p.  319. 
 The  good  Resolve. 
 
 COME,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
 A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
 Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
 And  make  this  last  resolve  : 
 
 2  ' '  I  '11  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
 Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
 
 I  know  his  courts ;  I  '11  enter  in, 
 Whatever  may  oppose. 
 
 3  " Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
 And  there  my  guilt  confess  : 
 
 I  '11  tell  him  I  'm  a  wretch  undone, 
 Without  his  sovereign  grace. 
 322 
 
INVITATION.  [504. 
 
 4  " I'll  to  my  gracious  King  approach, 
 Whose  scepter  pardon  gives  ; 
 
 Perhaps  he  may  command  a  touch, 
 And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 
 
 5  "  Perhaps  he  may  admit  my  plea, 
 Perhaps  he  '11  hear  my  prayer ; 
 
 But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
 And  perish  only  there. 
 
 G  "I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 
 
 I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
 For  if  I  stay  away.  I  know 
 
 I  must  forever  die."  Jones. 
 
 504. 
 
 C.  M.  Baeby. 
 
 Believe,  and  be  at  Peace. 
 
 OH  why  should  gloomy  thoughts  arise, 
 And  darkness  fill  the  mind? 
 Why  should  that  bosom  heave  with  sighs, 
 And  yet  no  refuge  find  ? 
 
 2  Hast  thou  not  heard  of  Gilead's  balm, 
 The  great  Physician  there, 
 
 Who  can  thine  every  fear  disarm, 
 And  save  thee  from  despair? 
 
 3  Still  art  thou  overwhelmed  with  grief, 
 And  filled  with  sore  dismay  ? 
 
 Still  looking  downward  for  relief, 
 Without  one  cheering  ray? 
 
 4  Lift  up  thy  streaming  eyes  to  heaven  ; 
 The  great  atonement  see  ; 
 
 And  all  thy  sins  shall  he  forgiven : 
 Believe,  and  thou  art  free. 
 
 5  For  thee  the  Saviour  suffered  shame, 
 And  shed  his  precious  blood : 
 
 Believe,  believe  in  Jesus'  name, 
 
 And  be  at  peace  with  God.  Hastings. 
 
 323 
 
505,  506.]  invitation. 
 
 L.  M.  Eetreat. 
 
 Look  and  live. 
 
 LADEX  with  guilt,  sinners  arise, 
 And  view  your  bleeding  sacrifice ; 
 Each  purple  drop  proclaims  there  'a  room, 
 And  bids  the  poor  and  needy  come. 
 
 2  Beneath  your  crimes  the  victim  stood, 
 Signed  your  acquittances  in  blood, 
 Hereby  stern  justice  is  appeased: 
 Sinners,  look  up  and  be  released. 
 
 3  Mercy,  and  truth,  and  righteousness, 
 Beam  from  the  Reconciler's  face ; 
 Here  look,  till  love  dissolves  your  heart, 
 And  bids  your  slavish  fears  depart. 
 
 4  Oh  quit  the  world's  delusive  charms, 
 And  quickly  fly  to  Jesus'  arms ; 
 Wrestle  until  your  God  is  known, 
 Till  you  can  call  the  Lord  your  own. 
 
 C.  ML  Avoir. 
 
 K  Then  shall  the  Blind  receive  their  Sight. 
 
 LIKE  Bartimeus,  we  are  blind, 
 Inwrapt  in  nature's  night ; 
 The  grossest  darkness  vails  our  mind, 
 For  sin  prevents  the  sight. 
 
 2  But  lo !  the  Lord  from  heaven  is  come 
 To  open  sinners'  eyes ; 
 
 To  make  his  wondrous  mercy  known, 
 And  heal  their  maladies. 
 
 3  Come  then,  ye  blind,  and  beg,  and  pray, 
 And  in  the  Lord  believe ; 
 
 For  who  can  tell  ?  perhaps  to-day 
 You  may  your  sight  receive. 
 
 4  Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by — 
 He  is  the  sinners'  friend ; 
 
 Call  on  his  name,  and  wait,  and  cry, 
 He  will  your  suit  attend. 
 324 
 
INVITATION.  [507. 
 
 5  Should  sinners  say,  ' '  Hold  ye  your  peace, 
 Nor  dare  to  make  so  free," 
 
 Then  cry  the  more,  and  never  cease, 
 4 'Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me." 
 
 6  Your  worthless  garments  leave  behind, 
 Go  to  the  Lord  of  light ; 
 
 Trust  in  his  name,  however  blind, 
 
 And  he  will  give  you  sight.    $  * 
 
 £/yv  C.  M.  Elwood. 
 
 t)\J  I  •  TJie  Wanderer  recalled. 
 
 RETURX,  0  wanderer,  return, 
 And  seek  thy  Father's  face ; 
 Those  new  desires  which  in  thee  burn 
 Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 Yes,  wanderer,  come !  return  and  seek 
 
 The  injured  Saviour's  face ; 
 His  bleeding  wounds,  his  loving  voice, 
 
 Assure  you  of  his  grace. 
 
 2  Return,  0  wanderer,  return: 
 He  hears  thy  humble  sigh  : 
 
 He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
 When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 
 
 3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return; 
 Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live  : 
 
 Come  to  his  cross,  and,  grateful,  learn 
 Howr  freely  he  11  forgive. 
 
 4  Return,  0  wanderer,  return ; 
 And  wipe  the  fallen  tear : 
 
 Thy  Father  calls — no  longer  mourn ; 
 'Tis  love  invites  thee  near. 
 
 5  Return,  0  wanderer,  return ; 
 Regain  thv  lon^-sou^ht  rest : 
 
 The  Saviour's  melting  mercies  yearn 
 
 To  clasp  thee  to  his  breast.  * 
 
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508,  509.]  INVITATION. 
 
 8. 
 
 P.  M.         Got.  Chain,  40, 
 The  royal  Proclamation. 
 
 YiKK  the  royal  proclamation, 
 The  glad  tidings  of  salvation ; 
 Published  now  to  every  creature, 
 To  the  ruined  sons  of  nature. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns, 
 Lo !  he  reigns,  he  reigns  victorious, 
 Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious, 
 Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns. 
 
 2  See  the  royal  banner  flying, 
 Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, 
 1 f  Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor 
 Now  is  offered  by  the  Saviour." 
 
 3  Ho !  ye  sons  of  wrath  and  ruin, 
 Who  have  wrought  your  own  undoing, 
 Here  are  life  and  free  salvation, 
 Offered  to  the  whole  creation. 
 
 4  Here  are  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey, 
 Come,  and  purchase  without  money ; 
 Mercy,  like  a  flowing  fountain, 
 Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain. 
 
 5  For  this  love  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
 Purling  streams  and  crystal  fountains, 
 Roaring  thunders,  lightning  blazes, 
 
 Shout  the  great  Messiah's  praises.  * 
 
 • 
 
 C.  M.  Chelmsfoio. 
 
 All-Sufficiency  of  the  Gospel. 
 
 THE  Gospel,  oh,  what  endless  charms 
 Dwell  in  that  blissful  sound  ; 
 Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
 And  spreads  delight  around. 
 2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joy  divine, 
 
 In  rich  effusion  flow, 
 For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin, 
 And  doomed  to  endless  Woe. 
 326 
 
INVITATION.  [510,  511. 
 
 3  TV  Almighty  Former  of  the  skies 
 Stoops  to  our  vile  abode ; 
 
 "While  angels  view  with  wondering  eyes, 
 And  hail  th'  incarnate  God. 
 
 4  How  rich  the  depths  of  love  divine ! 
 Of  bliss  a  boundless  store ! 
 
 Redeemer,  let  me  call  thee  mine, — 
 Thy  fullness  I  implore. 
 
 5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies ; 
 Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 
 
 My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
 
 My  Saviour,  and  my  all !  Steele. 
 
 ^-|  r\  L.  M.  Zephyr. 
 
 £J_LV/.    Come,  weary  Souls,  with  Sin  distressed. 
 
 C10ME,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed, 
 /  Come  and  accept  the  promised  rest ; 
 The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
 And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 
 
 2  Oppressed  with  guilt — a  painful  load — - 
 Oh,  come  and  bow  before  your  God ! 
 Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
 
 Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 
 
 3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 
 To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes ; 
 Pardon  and  life  and  endless  peace — 
 How  rich  the  gift ;  how  free  the  grace ! 
 
 4  Dear  Saviour !  let  thy  powerful  love 
 Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove ; 
 Oh  sweetly  reign  in  ever}'  breast, 
 
 And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest.  * 
 
 p^-l  -|  C.    M.      MlXSTREL  OF  ZlON,  42. 
 
 Oil.  The  Prodigal 
 
 YE  erring  souls  that  wildly  roam 
 From  heaven  and  bliss  astray, 
 Your  father's  voice  invites  you  home, 
 He  makes  a  feast  to-day. 
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512.] 
 
 INVITATION. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 Oh !  I  '11  not  die  here  with  want  severe, 
 
 And  starve  in  foreign  lands ; 
 In  my  father's  house  are  rich  supplies, 
 
 And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 
 
 2  And  thou  art  bidden,  weary  one, 
 With  wants  and  woes  opprest; 
 
 And  every  far-off  wandering  son, 
 May  be  a  welcome  guest. 
 
 3  Return,  thou  prodigal,  return, 
 Thy  father  bids  thee  come ; 
 
 He  doth  thy  needless  absence  mourn ; 
 Thou  erring  child,  come  home. 
 
 4  Come,  for  the  feast  already  waits, 
 The  fatlings  all  are  slain ; 
 
 Go,  seek  with  haste  his  palace-gates ; 
 Nor  shalt  thou  seek  in  vain. 
 
 5  The  father  stands  and  waits  to  greet 
 His  late  returning  son  ; 
 
 Go,  haste  thee,  child,  he  runs  to  meet, 
 
 And  kiss  thee  as  his  own.  TT.  Hunter. 
 
 512. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s. 
 Come  unto  Me. 
 
 Hendon 
 
 COME,  ye  weary  souls  opprest, 
 Find  in  Christ  the  promised  rest : 
 On  him  all  your  burdens  roll, 
 He  can  wound,  and  he  make  whole. 
 
 2  Ye  that  dread  the  wrath  of  God, 
 Come  and  wash  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
 To  the  Son  of  David  cry, 
 
 In  his  word  he 's  passing  by. 
 
 3  Naked,  guilty,  poor  and  blind, 
 All  your  wants  in  Jesus  find : 
 This  the  day  of  mercy  is, 
 
 Now  accept  the  proffered  bliss. 
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INVITATION.  [513,  514. 
 
 4  Debtor?,  who  have  naught  to  pay, 
 Come  to  Jesus,  haste  away ; 
 
 All  your  sins  on  him  were  laid, 
 All  your  debts  the  Surety  paid. 
 
 5  "It  is  finished,"  lo!  he  cries, 
 There  on  yonder  cross  he  dies ; 
 Oh  believe  the  record  true, 
 Jesus  died  for  such  as  you. 
 
 513. 
 
 30th  P.  M.     Come  ye  Disconsolate. 
 He  can  all  our  Sorrows  heal. 
 
 COME,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 
 Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ; 
 Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your  anguish, 
 Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  can  not  heal. 
 
 2  Joy  of  the  comfortless,  light  of  the  straying, 
 Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 
 Here  speaks  the  Comforter  in  mercy  saying, 
 Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  can  not  cure. 
 
 3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life ;  see  waters  flowing 
 Forth  from  the  throne  of  God  pure  from  above ; 
 Come  to  the  feast  prepared,  come,  ever  knowing, 
 Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heaven  can  remove.      Moore. 
 
 £-«   i  L.  M.  Retreat. 
 
 O-Ltc.  Come  to  the  Gospel  Feast 
 
 COME,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast, 
 Let  every  soul  be  Jesus'  guest ; 
 Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 
 For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 
 
 2  Come,  all  ye  souls  by  sin  opprest, 
 Ye  restless  wand'rers  after  rest ; 
 
 Ye  poor,  and  maimed,  and  halt,  and  blind, 
 In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 
 
 3  My  message  as  from  God  receive  ; 
 Ye  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live : 
 Oh  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain, 
 Nor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain ! 
 
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515.]  INVITATION. 
 
 4  His  love  is  mighty  to  compel ; 
 His  conqu'ring  love  consent  to  feel: 
 Yield  to  his  love's  almighty  power, 
 And  fight  against  your  God  no  more. 
 
 5  This  is  the  time,  no  more  delay ! 
 This  is  the  acceptable  day ; 
 Come  in  this  moment  at  his  call, 
 
 And  live  for  him  who  died  for  all.  C.  Wesley, 
 
 r-t  m  29th  P.  M.  Free  Grace. 
 
 fJXO.  The  Voice  of  free  Grace. 
 
 THE  voice  of  free  grace, 
 Cries,  ' '  Escape  to  the  mountains ; 
 For  Adam's  lost  race 
 
 Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain ; 
 For  sin  and  uncleanness 
 
 And  every  transgression, 
 
 His  blood  flows  most  freely 
 
 In  streams  of  salvation." 
 
 Chorus  :  Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 
 
 Who  hath  bought  us  our  pardon; 
 We  '11  praise  him  again 
 When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 
 
 2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded, 
 To  Jesus  repair ; 
 
 He  calls  you  in  mercy — 
 
 And  can  you  forbear? 
 Though  your  sins  have  arisen 
 
 As  high  as  a  mountain, 
 His  blood  can  remove  them — 
 
 It  flows  from  the  fountain. 
 
 3  Blessed  Jesus,  thou  reignest 
 Exalted  and  glorious ; 
 
 O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell 
 
 Thou  art  ever  victorious ; 
 Thy  name  will  we  praise 
 
 In  the  great  congregation, 
 And  triumph,  ascribing 
 
 To  thee  our  salvation. 
 
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INVITATION. 
 
 [516,  517. 
 
 4  With  joy  shall  we  stand, 
 
 When  escaped  to  the  shore ; 
 With  harps  in  our  hands, 
 
 We  '11  praise  thee  the  more ; 
 We  II  range  the  sweet  plains 
 
 On  the  bank  of  the  river, 
 And  sing  our  salvation 
 
 Forever  and  ever.  TJmrsby. 
 
 f^-t  n  L.  M.  Drayton. 
 
 {JJLO.  All  Things  ready. 
 
 SINXERS,  obey  the  gospel  word ! 
 Haste  to  the  supper  of  your  Lord, 
 Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day, 
 All  things  are  ready,  come  away ! 
 
 2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
 And  kiss  his  late  returning  son  ; 
 Ready  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
 And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 
 
 3  Ready  the  Spirit  from  above, 
 To  fill  the  broken  heart  with  love, 
 
 T  apply,  and  witness  with  the  blood, 
 And  wash,  and  seal  the  sons  of  God. 
 
 4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
 To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate ; 
 Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praise 
 The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 
 
 5  The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
 Are  ready  with  their  shining  host : 
 All  heaven  is  ready  to  resound, 
 
 " The  dead's  alive!  the  lost  is  found ! "      C.  Wesley. 
 
 N"i  ry  C.  M.  Canaan. 
 
 tJ  JL  I  •  Sufficiency  and  Freeness  of  the  Gospel. 
 
 OH,  what  amazing  words  of  grace, 
 Are  in  the  gospel  found ! 
 Suited  to  every  sinner's  case, 
 Who  knows  the  joyful  sound. 
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518.]  INVITATION. 
 
 2  Poor,  sinful,  thirsty,  fainting  souls, 
 Are  freely  welcome  here  ; 
 
 Salvation,  like  a  river,  rolls, 
 Abundant,  free,  and  clear. 
 
 3  Come  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds, 
 Your  every  burden  bring ; 
 
 Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds, 
 A  deep,  celestial  spring. 
 
 4  Whoever  will,  (oh  gracious  word !) 
 Shall  of  this  stream  partake  ; 
 
 Come,  thirsty  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
 
 And  drink  for  Jesus'  sake. 
 - 
 
 5  Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 
 Have  here  found  life  and  peace : 
 
 Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
 
 And  drink,  adore,  and  bless.  Medley. 
 
 ^  -j  q        P.  M.  6s  &  5s.     Calvary's  Mountain. 
 
 fJXO.  Why  that  Look  of  Sadness  t 
 
 WHY  that  look  of  sadness  ? 
 Why  that  downcast  eye  ? 
 Can  no  thought  of  gladness 
 
 Lift  thy  soul  on  high  ? 
 0  thou  heir  of  heaven, 
 Think  of  Jesus'  love, 
 While  to  thee  is  given 
 All  his  grace  to  prove. 
 
 2  Is  thy  burdened  spirit 
 
 Agonized  for  sin  ? 
 Think  of  Jesus'  merit ; 
 
 He  can  make  thee  clean : 
 Think  of  Calory's  mountain, 
 
 Where  his  blood  was  spilt ; 
 In  that  precious  fountain, 
 
 Wash  away  thy  guilt. 
 
 332 
 
INVITATION.  [519,  520. 
 
 3  Is  thy  spirit  drooping  ? 
 
 Is  the  tempter  near  ? 
 Still  in  Jesus  hoping, 
 
 What  hast  thou  to  fear  ? 
 Set  the  prize  before  thee, 
 
 Gird  thy  armor  on ; 
 Heir  of  grace  and  glory, 
 
 Struggle  for  thy  crown.  * 
 
 w-j  j-v  S.    M.  HOBART, 
 
 Oil/.  And  yet  there  is  Room, 
 
 T^E  wretched,  starving  poor, 
 
 JL    Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
 "Where  mercy  spreads  her  boundless  store, 
 For  every  humble  guest. 
 
 2  See  Christ  with  open  arms ; 
 He  calls,  he  bids  you  come ! 
 
 Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms, 
 But  see,  there  yet  is  room ! 
 
 3  Oh  come,  and  with  us  taste 
 The  blessings  of  his  love : 
 
 While  hope  expects  the  sweet  repast 
 Of  nobler  joys  above. 
 
 4  There,  with  united  voice 
 Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
 
 Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice- 
 In  ecstasies  unknown. 
 
 5  Ten  thousand  thousand  more 
 Are  welcome  still  to  come ; 
 
 Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore, 
 
 Approach,  there  yet  is  room !  Steele. 
 
 ^*)f\  I*.  ML  Bowring. 
 
 O.-W.  Call  to  the  T/iirsty. 
 
 HO !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh ; 
 TC  is  God  invites  the  fallen  race  ; 
 Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy, 
 
 Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 
 333 
 
521.]  INVITATION. 
 
 2  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come ! 
 Sinners,  obey  your  Makers  call ; 
 
 "  Return,  ye  weary  wand'rers,  home, 
 And  find  my  grace  is  free  for  all." 
 
 3  See  from  the  Rock  a  fountain  rise ; 
 For  you  in  healing  streams  it  rolls ; 
 
 Money  ye  need  not  bring,  nor  price, 
 Ye  laboring,  burdened,  sin-sick  souls. 
 
 4  "Why  seek  ye  that  which  is  not  bread, 
 Nor  can  your  hungry  souls  sustain? 
 
 On  ashes,  husks,  and  air  ye  feed ; 
 Ye  spend  your  little  all  in  vain. 
 
 5  Hearken  to  me  with  earnest  care, 
 And  freely  eat  substantial  food ; 
 
 The  sweetness  of  my  mercy  share, 
 And  taste  that  I  alone  am  good. 
 
 6  I  bid  you  all  my  goodness  prove, 
 My  promises  for  all  are  free ; 
 
 Come,  taste  the  manna  of  my  love, 
 And  let  your  souls  delight  in  me. 
 
 7  Your  willing  ear  and  heart  incline, 
 My  words  believingly  receive ; 
 
 Quickened  your  souls  by  faith  divine, 
 
 An  everlasting  life  shall  have."  J".  Wesley. 
 
 521. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.  Holbbook, 
 
 The  Voice  of  Jesus.  or  Grace. 
 
 GOME !  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 
 Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choice ; 
 
 1  will  guide  you  to  your  home : 
 Weary  wanderer,  hither  come. 
 
 2  Thou,  who  homeless  and  forlorn, 
 Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn, 
 Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste,    . 
 Weary  wanderer,  hither  haste. 
 
 334 
 
INVITATION.  ['^22,  523. 
 
 3  Ye  who  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
 Seek  for  ease  but  seek  in  vain, 
 Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 
 
 In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn. 
 
 4  Hither  come,  for  here  is  found 
 Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound, 
 Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
 
 Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure.  Barbauld. 
 
 P.  M.  6s&4s.     S.  S.  Hos.,63. 
 To-Day  the  Saviour  Calls. 
 
 TO-DAY  the  Saviour  calls : 
 Ye  wand'rers,  come ! 
 O  ye  benighted  souls, 
 Why  longer  roam  ? 
 
 2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls ! 
 For  refuge  fly : 
 
 The  storm  of  vengeance  falls, 
 Kuin  is  nigh. 
 
 3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls ; 
 Oh,  listen  now ! 
 
 Within  these  sacred  walls 
 To  Jesus  bow. 
 
 4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day : 
 Yield  to  his  power; 
 
 Oh,  grieve  him  not  away ! 
 
 'T  is  mercy's  hour.  Hastings, 
 
 vqq  8th  P.  It  8s,  7s  &  4s.  Dublin. 
 
 t) /CO*       The  Poor  and  Needy  invited. 
 
 COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
 Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
 Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
 Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power  : 
 He  is  able, 
 He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 
 335 
 
524.]  INVITATION. 
 
 2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 
 God's  free  bounty  glorify : 
 
 True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
 Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 
 Without  money, 
 Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 
 
 3  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 
 Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
 
 If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
 You  will  never  come  at  all ; 
 Not  the  righteous, 
 Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 
 
 4  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 
 Your  Redeemer  prostrate  lies ! 
 
 On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him ! 
 Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
 "It  is  finished!" 
 Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 
 
 5  Lo !  th'  incarnate  God  ascending, 
 Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood ; 
 
 Venture  on  him,  venture  freely ; 
 Let  no  other  trust  intrude : 
 None  but  Jesus 
 Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 
 
 6  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 
 Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 
 
 While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
 Sweetly  echo  with  his  name. 
 Hallelujah! 
 Sinners  here  may  do  the  same.  Hart 
 
 524. 
 
 C.  M.  Majesty. 
 
 The  Gospel  Feast 
 
 LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
 And  every  heart  rejoice ! 
 The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
 With  an  inviting  voice. 
 
 336 
 
INVITATION.  [525. 
 
 2  Ho  I  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 
 Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 
 
 And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys, 
 To  fill  an  empty  mind. 
 
 3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 
 A  soul-reviving  fea-t, 
 
 And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
 The  rich  provision  taste. 
 
 4  Ho !  ye  who  pant  for  living  streams, 
 And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
 
 Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
 With  springs  that  never  dry. 
 
 5  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace, 
 Stand  open  all  the  day ; 
 
 Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
 
 And  drive  our  wants  away.  Watte. 
 
 525. 
 
 P.  M.      Shed  not  a  Tear. 
 The  Sinner  invited. 
 
 DO  you  remember  the  look  that  I  gave, 
 Long,  long  ago — long,  lone  ago  ? 
 When  there  was  none  that  could  pity  or  save, 
 
 Long,  long  ago — long  ago  ? 
 Then  you  were  wretched,  and  ruined,  and  bound, 
 Chains  of  destruction  encompassed  you  round ; 
 You  sought  a  Saviour,  but  none  could  be  found, 
 Long,  long  ago — long  ago. 
 
 2  Do  you  remember  the  tears  that  I  shed, 
 
 Long,  long  ago — long,  long  ago? 
 And  of  the  time  when  I  suffered  and  bled, 
 
 Long,  long  ago — long  ago? 
 How  I  was  mocked  and  endured  disdain, 
 And  hung  on  the  cross  upon  Calv'ry's  plain, 
 And  died  to  save  you  from  torture  and  pain, 
 
 Long,  long  ago — Ions:  ago  ? 
 P  ^337 
 
526.]  INVITATION. 
 
 3  Will  you  not  love  for  the  love  I  have  shown, 
 Long,  long  ago — long,  long  ago  ? 
 
 Have  I  not  sought  you  to  make  you  mine  own, 
 
 Long,  long  ago — long  ago? 
 All  the  day  long  I  have  called  you  to  come ; 
 Yet  you  are  heedless  and  blind,  deaf  and  dumb, 
 While  I  've  prepared  you  a  mansion,  a  home, 
 
 Long,  long  ago — long  ago. 
 
 4  ' '  Must  I  forsake  you  and  let  you  go  on  ? 
 No,  Saviour,  no — no,  Saviour,  no ; 
 
 "  Until  your  day  of  salvation  is  gone?" 
 
 No,  Saviour,  no — Saviour,  no. 
 1 '  AY  ill  you  in  sin  and  rebellion  remain  ? 
 Will  you  pursue  the  broad  road  down  to  pain  ? 
 Are  you  determined  hell's  torments  to  gain  ?  " 
 
 No,  Saviour,  no — Saviour,  no. 
 
 5  '  *  Will  you  repent,  and  believe  what  I  say  ?  * 
 Yes,  Saviour,  yes — yes,  Saviour,  yes ; 
 
 "  And  will  you  come  while 't is  called  to-day?" 
 
 Yes,  Saviour,  yes — Saviour,  yes. 
 "  Will  you  no  longer  against  me  rebel? 
 Cease  to  do  evil,  and  learn  to  do  well? 
 Then  you  shall  soon  of  my  happiness  tell ;" 
 
 Yes,  Saviour,  yes — Saviour,  yes. 
 
 6  Jesus,  I  love  thee  ;  my  soul  hath  found  rest, 
 Praise  ye  the  Lord — praise  ye  the  Lord ! 
 
 Joy  inexpressible  now  fills  my  breast, 
 Praise  ye  the  Lord — praise  the  Lord ! 
 
 NowT  I  remember  the  look  thou  didst  give ; 
 
 Tears  thou  didst  shed,  that  a  sinner  might  live ; 
 
 Love  that  inclined  thee  thy  glory  to  leave ; 
 Praise  ye  the  Lord — praise  the  Lord ! 
 
 C.  M.    Swteet  SrxGER,p.  67. 
 The  Saviour's  Call. 
 
 THE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 
 Attend  the  heavenly  sound ; 
 Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
 Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 
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INVITATION.  [527. 
 
 Chorus  :  Ye  sinners  come,  't  is  mercy's  voice, 
 The  gracious  call  obey ; 
 Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys — 
 And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 
 
 2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 
 Here  streams  of  bounty  flow ; 
 
 And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
 To  banish  mortal  woe. 
 
 3  Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise 
 To  ease  our  every  pain  : 
 
 (Immortal  fountain  !  full  supplies  !) 
 
 Nor  shall  vou  thirst  in  vain. 
 
 •  » 
 
 4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts, 
 To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
 
 And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
 
 And  drink  and  never  die.  Mrs.  Steele, 
 
 527. 
 
 L.  M.  Alle^*, 
 
 Come,  weary  Souls. 
 
 COME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 
 Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come  ; 
 
 1  '11  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
 
 And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 
 
 2  They  shall  find  rest,  who  learn  of  me ; 
 I  'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 
 
 But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
 And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 
 
 3  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. 
 
 4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command, 
 With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal ; 
 
 Kesign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 
 
 To  mold  and  guide  us  at  thv  will.  Watts. 
 
 339  * 
 
528. 
 
 528,  529.]  invitation. 
 
 35th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.  Walker. 
 
 The  opened  Fountain, 
 
 COME  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain, 
 Sinners  ruined  by  the  fall ; 
 Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 
 
 Flows  to  you,  to  me,  to  all, 
 In  a  full,  perpetual  tide, 
 Opened  when  our  Saviour  died. 
 
 2  Come  in  poverty  and  meanness, 
 Come  defiled,  without,  within; 
 
 From  infection  and  uncleanness, 
 
 From  the  leprosy  of  sin, 
 Wash  your  robes  and  make  them  white, 
 Ye  shall  walk  with  God  in  light. 
 
 3  Come,  in  sorrow  and  contrition, 
 Wounded,  impotent  and  blind; 
 
 ■Here  the  guilty,  free  remission, 
 
 Here  the  troubled,  peace  may  find ; 
 Health  this  fountain  will  restore, 
 He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more. 
 
 4  He  that  drinks  shall  live  forever; 
 'T  is  a  soul-renewing  flood  ; 
 
 God  is  faithful, — God  will  never 
 
 Break  his  covenant  in  blood, 
 Signed  when  our  Redeemer  died, 
 Sealed  when  he  was  glorified.  * 
 
 mf\         ^rc*  ^'  or  ^"  ^*    Fischer,  Car.  Sac. 
 t)  hJfJ  •  The  Gospel  Jubilee. 
 
 BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
 The  gladly  solemn  sound ; 
 Let  all  the  nations  know, 
 
 To  earth's  remotest  bound : 
 The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
 Iteturn,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
 .      340 
 
INVITATION.  [530. 
 
 2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
 Hath  full  atonement  made : 
 
 Ye  weary  spirits,  rest, 
 
 Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 
 The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
 Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
 
 3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 
 The  all-atoning  Lamb ; 
 
 Redemption  in  his  blood 
 
 Throughout  the  world  proclaim : 
 The  year  of  Juoilee  is  come ; 
 Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
 
 4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
 Your  liberty  receive, 
 
 And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
 
 And  blest  in  Jesus  live : 
 The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
 Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
 
 5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 
 Your  heritage  above, 
 
 Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 
 
 The  gift  of  Jesus'  love : 
 The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
 Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
 
 6  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
 The  news  of  heavenly  grace ; 
 
 And  saved  from  earth,  appear 
 Before  your  Saviour's  face  : 
 The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
 Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
 
 Altered  by  Toplady. 
 
 S.  ML     Angels'  Call,  P.  C.  108. 
 The  Spirit*  Whisper. 
 
 THE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 
 Is  whispering,  "  Sinner,  come  !  " 
 The  bride,  the  Church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
 To  all  his  children,  "Come!" 
 341 
 
531,  532.]  INVITATION. 
 
 2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 
 
 To  all  about  him,  "  Come  !  " 
 Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
 To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come ! 
 
 3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 
 Oh  let  him  freely  come, 
 
 And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life! 
 T  is  Jesus  bids  him  come. 
 
 4  Lo !  Jesus,  who  invites, 
 Declares,  ' '  I  quickly  come :  " 
 
 Lord,  even  so!  we  wait  thine  hour; 
 
 0  blest  Redeemer,  come  I  Ep.  Coll. 
 
 vq^  5th  P.  M.  7s.     Herold,  P.  C.  113. 
 
 fJO-L.  Haste ,  0  Sinner  I 
 
 HASTE,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise ! 
 Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
 Wisdom  warns  thee,  from  the  skies, 
 All  the  paths  of  death  to  shun. 
 
 2  Haste,  and  mercy  now  implore ; 
 Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
 
 Thy  probation  may  be  o'er 
 
 Ere  this  evening's  work  is  done. 
 
 3  Haste,  O  sinner,  now  return ! 
 Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
 
 Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn 
 Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 
 
 4  Haste,  while  yet  thou  canst  be  blest ; 
 Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
 
 Death  may  thy  poor  soul  arrest 
 
 Ere  the  morrow  is  begun.  Rippon's  Coll. 
 
 8th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.  Malucca. 
 
 Haste  to  Jesus. 
 
 HEAR,  O  sinner,  mercy  hails  you, 
 Now  with  sweetest  voice  he  calls ; 
 Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 
 Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls. 
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rsriTATiosr.  [533. 
 
 Chorus  :  Trust  in  Jesus,  Trust  in  Jesus ; 
 
 T  La  the  voice  of  mercy  calls : 
 
 Trust  in  Jesus.  Trust  in  Jesus ; 
 
 T  is  the  Voice  of  mercy  calls. 
 
 2  Haste,  O  sinner,  to  the  Saviour; 
 
 Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may, 
 Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over ; 
 Soon  your  life  will  pass  away. 
 
 Chorus  :  Haste  to  Jesus,  Haste  to  Jesus  ; 
 You  must  perish  if  you  stay : 
 
 Haste  to  Jesus,  Haste  to  Jesus, 
 You  must  perish  if  you  stay.  * 
 
 P.  M.  10s,  fc  &  4s.        Lvvitatiox. 
 
 Expostulation. 
 
 C1HILD  of  sin  and  sorrow,  filled  with  dismay, 
 /  Wait  not  for  to-morrow,  yield  thee  to-day ; 
 Heaven  bids  thee  come, 
 While  yet  there  \s  room, 
 Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
 Hear  and  obey. 
 
 2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  why  wilt  thou  die  ? 
 Come,  while  thou  canst  borrow  help  from  on  high : 
 
 Grieve  not  that  h>ve, 
 "Which  from  above, 
 Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
 Would  bring  thee  nigh. 
 
 3  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  where  wilt  thou  flee  ? 
 Through  that  long  to-morrow,  eternity, 
 
 Exiled  from  home, 
 Darkly  to  roam, 
 Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
 Where  wilt  thou  flee? 
 
 4  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  lift  up  thine  eye ! 
 Heirship  thou  canst  borrow  in  worlds  on  high! 
 
 In  that  high  home 
 Graven  thy  name ; 
 Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
 
 Swift  homeward  fly  !  Hastings. 
 
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534,  535.]  INVITATION. 
 
 j^^  i  C.  M.  Peculiar.  Return.  P.  C.  104. 
 
 {JOt:*  Return,  0  Wanderer. 
 
 RETURN,  O  wanderer,  to  thy  home ! 
 Thy  Father  calls  for  thee ; 
 No  longer  now  an  exile  roam 
 In  guilt  and  misery : 
 Return,  return ! 
 
 2  Return,  O  wanderer,  to  thy  home ! 
 'T  is  Jesus  calls  for  thee ; 
 
 The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  come : 
 Oh,  now  for  refuge  flee : 
 Return,  return! 
 
 3  Return,  O  wanderer,  to  thy  home ! 
 'T  is  madness  to  delay  ; 
 
 There  are  no  pardons  in  the  tomb, 
 And  brief  is  mercy's  day : 
 ,  Return,  return!  Hastings. 
 
 j*f\>^  C.  M.     Barby,  or  Springfield. 
 
 DOd.  The  Soul     Mark  viii,  36. 
 
 YtfHAT  *s  tne  thing  of  greatest  price, 
 I  V    The  whole  creation  round  ? — 
 That  which  was  lost  in  Paradise, 
 That  which  in  Christ  is  found : 
 
 2  The  soul  of  man — Jehovah's  breath — ■ 
 That  keeps  two  worlds  at  strife ; 
 
 Hell  moves  beneath  to  work  its  death, 
 Heaven  stoops  to  give  it  life. 
 
 3  God,  to  redeem  it,  did  not  spare 
 His  well-beloved  Son ; 
 
 Jesus,  to  save  it,  deigned  to  bear 
 The  sins  of  all  in  one. 
 
 4  And  is  this  treasure  borne  below, 
 In  earthen  vessels  frail  ? 
 
 Can  none  its  utmost  value  know, 
 Till  flesh  and  spirit  fail  ? 
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invitation.  [536,  537. 
 
 5  Then  let  us  gather  round  the  cross, 
 
 That  knowledge  to  obtain  ; 
 Not  by  the  soul's  eternal  loss, 
 
 But  everlasting  gain.  Montgomery, 
 
 P.  M.  6s  &  5s.  LONGBPwAKE. 
 
 K  The  bewildered  weeping  Heart  invited. 
 
 BEWILDERED  weeping  heart, 
 What  can  relieve  thee? 
 Come,  sinful  as  thou  art, 
 
 Christ  will  receive  thee : 
 Come,  though  with  woes  oppressed, 
 Soft  is  thy  Saviour's  breast, 
 There  mayst  thou  sweetly  rest, 
 There  naught  can  grieve  thee. 
 
 2  Come,  trembling,  timid  soul, 
 Why  this  delaying  ? 
 
 Thunders  that  o'er  thee  roll, 
 
 Fall  on  thee  straying ; 
 Turn  from  destruction's  ways, 
 Turn  to  the  throne  of  grace ; 
 There  seek  thy  Father's  face, 
 
 Weeping  and  praying, 
 
 3  Hence,  guilty  fear  and  doubt, 
 Leave  me  forever ; 
 
 Lord,  wilt  thou  cast  me  out? 
 
 Never,  oh  never : 
 From  unbelief  of  mind ; 
 From  thoughts  to  sin  inclined — 
 From  flesh  and  hell  combined, 
 
 Thou  wilt  deliver.  * 
 
 KQry  P.  M.        Musical  Leaves. 
 
 fJO  I  •  Go  and  tell  Jesus. 
 
 GO  and  tell  Jesus,  weary  sin-sick  soul : 
 He'll  ease  thee  of  thy  burden,  make  thee  whole; 
 Look  up  to  him,  he  only  can  forgive ; 
 Believe  on  him,  and  thou  shalt  surely  live. 
 P  2  345 
 
538.]  INVITATION. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 Go  and  tell  Jesus,  he  only  can  forgive  ; 
 Go  and  tell  Jesus,  oh  turn  to  him  and  live ! 
 Go  and  tell  Jesus,  go  and  tell  Jesus, 
 Go  and  tell  Jesus,  he  only  can  forgive. 
 
 2  Go  and  tell  Jesus,  when  your  sins  arise 
 Like  mountains  of  deep  guilt  before  your  eyes ; 
 His  blood  was  spilt,  his  precious  life  he  gave, 
 That  mercy,  peace,  and  pardon  you  might  have. 
 
 3  Go  and  tell  Jesus,  he  '11  dispel  thy  fears, 
 Will  calm  thy  doubts,  and  wipe  away  thy  tears ; 
 He  '11  take  thee  in  his  arm,  and  on  his  breast 
 
 Thou  mayst  be  happy  and  forever  rest.  * 
 
 P.  M.  Sweet  Singer. 
 
 Come  unto  Me. 
 
 TO  the  wand'ring  and  the  weary, 
 Everywhere,  on  land  and  sea, 
 Jesus  calls  in  tones  of  mercy, 
 
 Jesus  calls  in  tones  of  mercy, 
 "  Come  unto  me,  Come,  come  unto  me." 
 
 2  From  our  home,  our  household  altar, 
 Where  our  father  bends  the  knee, 
 
 Oft  we  hear  a  voice  inviting, 
 "  Come  unto  me." 
 
 3  When,  at  night,  upon  our  pillow, 
 We  have  prayed  our  prayer  to  thee, 
 
 Then  we  feel  the  word  unspoken, 
 "Come  unto  me." 
 
 4  Oft  when  holy  men  and  preachers 
 Speak  to  us  of  Calvary  ; 
 
 In  our  hearts  the  call  re-echoes, 
 "  Come  unto  me." 
 
 5  When  we  pass  death's  troubled  river, 
 Calm  and  peaceful  it  will  be 
 
 If  we  hear  our  Saviour  calling, 
 
 "  Come  unto  me."  * 
 
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539. 
 
 INVITATION.  [539. 
 
 P.  M.     Wesleyax  Psalmist,  p.  88. 
 The  Friend  above  all  others. 
 
 THERE'S  a  friend  above  all  others, 
 Oh  how  he  loves ! 
 His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
 
 Oh  how  he  loves ! 
 Earthly  friends  may  fail  and  leave  us, 
 This  day  kind,  the  next  bereave  us; 
 But  this  friend  will  ne'er  deceive  us, 
 Oh  how  he  loves ! 
 
 2  Blessed  Jesus !  wouldst  thou  know  him, 
 Oh  how  he  loves ! 
 
 Give  thyself  e'en  this  day  to  him, 
 
 Oh  how  he  loves ! 
 Is  it  sin  that  pains  and  grieves  thee, 
 Unbelief  and  trials  tease  thee  ? 
 Jesus  can  from  all  release  thee, 
 
 Oh  how  he  loves ! 
 
 3  Love  this  friend  who  longs  to  save  thee, 
 Oh  how  he  loves ! 
 
 Dost  thou  love  ?  he  will  not  leave  thee, 
 
 Oh  how  he  loves  ! 
 Think  no  more  then  of  to-morrow, 
 Take  his  easy  yoke  and  follow, 
 Jesus  carries  all  thy  sorrow, 
 
 Oh  how  he  loves  ! 
 
 4  All  thy  sins  shall  be  forgiven, 
 Oh  how  he  loves ! 
 
 Backward  all  thy  foes  be  driven, 
 
 Oh  how  he  loves ! 
 Best  of  blessings  he  '11  provide  thee, 
 Naught  but  good  shall  e'er  betide  thee, 
 Safe  to  glory  he  will  guide  thee, 
 
 Oh  how  he  loves ! 
 
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540.]  INVITATIOK. 
 
 5  Let  us  still  this  love  be  viewing, 
 
 Oh  how  he  loves ! 
 And  though  faint  keep  on  pursuing, 
 
 Oh  how  he  loves ! 
 He  will  strengthen  each  endeavor, 
 And  when  passed  o'er  Jordan's  river, 
 This  shall  be  our  song  forever, 
 
 Oh  how  he  loves !  * 
 
 P.  M.    Golden  Censer,  p.  70. 
 
 Just  now, 
 
 COME  to  Jesus,  Come  to  Jesus, 
 Come  to  Jesus  just  now ; 
 Just  nowr  come  to  Jesus, 
 Come  to  Jesus  just  now. 
 
 "  Come  unto  me,  all  ye  that  labor  and  are  heavy  laden, 
 and  I  will  give  you  rest." — Matt.  11  :  28. 
 
 2  He  will  save  you  just  now,  &c. 
 
 "  Believe  on  the  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  and  thou  shalt  be 
 saved."— Acts  16:  31. 
 
 3  Oh  believe  him  j  ust  now,  &c. 
 
 "  God  so  loved  the  world  that  he  gave  his  only-begotten 
 Son,  that  whosoever  believeth  in  him  should  not  perish,  but 
 have  everlasting  life." — John  3  :   16. 
 
 4  He  is  able,  &c. 
 
 "He  is  able  to  save  them  to  the  uttermost  that  come  unto 
 God  by  him,  seeing  he  ever  liveth  to  make  intercession  for 
 us."— Heb.  7:  25. 
 
 5  He  is  willing,  &c. 
 
 "  The  Lord  is  long-suffering  to  usward,  not  willing  that 
 any  should  perish,  but  that  all  should  come  to  repent- 
 ance."—2  Pet.  3 :  9. 
 
 6  He  '11  receive  you,  &c. 
 
 "Him  that  cometh  to  me,  I  will  in  nowise  cast 
 out."— John  6  :  37. 
 
 7  Then  flee  to  Jesus,  &c. 
 
 "Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come."— Matt.  3  :  7. 
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INVITATION.  [541. 
 
 8  Call  unto  him,  &c. 
 
 <;  Whosoever  shall  call  on  the  name  of  the  Lord  shall  ba 
 saved.'' — Acts  2:  21. 
 
 9  "  Mercy  on  me."  etc. 
 
 '•Jesus,  thou  Son  of  David,  have  mercy  on  me." — Mark 
 10:  47. 
 
 10  He  will  hear  you,  Ac 
 
 "And  Jesus  said  unto  him.  Go  thy  way,  thy  fahh  hath 
 made  thee  whole." — Mark  10:  5'2. 
 
 11  He'll  forgive  you,  &c. 
 
 MIf  we  confess  our  sins,  he  is  faithful  and  just  to  for* 
 give  us  our  sins." — 1  John  1 :  9. 
 
 12  He  will  cleanse  you,  Ac. 
 
 c;  The  blood  of  Jesus  Christ,  his  Son,  cleanseth  us  from 
 all  sin." — 1  John  1  :  7. 
 
 13  He'll  renew  you,  Ac. 
 
 "Therefore,  if  any  man  be  in  Christ,  he  is  a  new  crea- 
 ture."— 2  Cor.  5 :  17. 
 
 1-1  He  will  clothe  you,  etc. 
 £;He  that  overcometh,  the  same  shall  be  clothed  in  white 
 raiment." — Rev.  3  :  o. 
 
 15  Jesus  loves  you,  &c. 
 
 c; Greater  love    hath  no  man  than  this,   that  a  man  lay 
 down  his  life  for  his  friends." — John  1-5:  13. 
 
 16  Don't  reject  Him,  &c. 
 
 '-He  is  despised  and  rejected  of  men." — Isa.  53:  3. 
 
 17  Only  trust  Him,  &c. 
 
 '•He  that  hath  the  Son  hath  life." — 1  John  5  :  12. 
 
 v  i  -|  P.  M.      Sweet  Singer,  63. 
 
 C/~UL«  Linger  not. 
 
 LINGER  not,  linger  not ;   seek  thy  God  in  prayer  ; 
 Go  kneel  at  his  feet — he  will  meet  with  thee  there  ; 
 Go  ask,  for  his  sake,  that  thy  sins  be  forgiven; 
 Go  seek  for  his  merit — thy  title  to  heaven. 
 
 2  Linger  not,  linger  not ;  pause  not  for  this  world  ; 
 The  hosts  of  the  Lord  bear  a  banner  unfurled ; 
 Its  sign  is  the  Cross,  and  its  motto  must  be, 
 We  bear  this,  0  Saviour,  in  following  thee. 
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542, 543.1  faith. 
 
 3  Linger  not,  linger  not ;  earth  is  not  thy  rest ; 
 Thy  home  is  above,  'mid  the  ransomed  and  blest : 
 Toil  on  till  thy  work  of  probation  is  done : 
 The  crown  is  not  thine  till  the  victory  is  won.  * 
 
 L.  M.      Sweet  Singer,  20. 
 
 Just  as  thou  art 
 
 JUST  as  thou  art — without  one  trace 
 Of  love,  of  joy,  of  inward  grace, 
 Or  meetness  for  the  heavenly  place, 
 O  guilty  sinner,  come,  oh  come ! 
 
 2  Thy  sins  I  bore  on  Calvary's  tree ; 
 The  stripes,  thy  due,  were  laid  on  me, 
 
 That  peace  and  pardon  might  be  free — 
 O  wretched  sinner,  come,  oh  come ! 
 
 3  Burdened  with  guilt,  wouldst  thou  be  blest? 
 Trust  not  the  world,  it  gives  no  rest ; 
 
 I  bring  relief  to  hearts  oppressed — 
 0  weary  sinner,  come,  oh  come ! 
 
 4  Come,  leave  thy  burden  at  the  cross  ; 
 Count  all  thy  gains  but  empty  dross; 
 
 My  grace  repays  all  earthly  loss — 
 O  needy  sinner,  come,  oh  come ! 
 
 5  "  Come  hither;  bring  thy  boding  fears, 
 Thine  aching  heart,  thy  bursting  tears ; 
 
 'T  is  mercy's  voice  salutes  thine  ears — 
 O  trembling  sinner,  come,  oh  come! 
 
 6  ' '  The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Come  !  " 
 Rejoicing  saints  re-echo,  "  Come !  " 
 
 Who  faints,  who  thirsts,  who  will,  may  come, 
 
 The  Saviour  bids  thee  "  come,  oh  come!  "  * 
 
 Faith. 
 
 ^  i  q  L.  M.  Orlastd. 
 
 t/4fcO«        The  realizing  Light  of  Faith. 
 
 AUTHOR  of  faith,  eternal  Word, 
 Whose  Spirit  breathes  the  active  flame, 
 Faith,  like  its  finisher  and  Lord, 
 To-day,  as  yesterday,  the  same : 
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FAITH.  [544. 
 
 2  To  thee  our  humble  hearts  aspire, 
 And  ask  the  gift  unspeakable ; 
 Increase  in  us  the  kindled  fire, 
 
 In  us  the  work  of  faith  fulfill. 
 
 3  By  faith  we  know  thee  strong  to  save, 
 (Save  us,  a  present  Saviour  thou !) 
 Whate'er  we  hope,  by  faith  we  have; 
 Future  and  past  subsisting  now. 
 
 4  To  him  that  in  thy  name  believes, 
 Eternal  life  with  thee  is  given, 
 Into  himself  he  all  receives, 
 Pardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 
 
 5  The  things  unknown  to  feeble  sense, 
 Unseen  by  reason's  glimmering  ray, 
 With  strong  commanding  evidence, 
 Their  heavenly  origin  display. 
 
 6  Faith  lends  its  realizing  light, 
 The  clouds  disperse,  the  shadows  fly, 
 Th'  Invisible  appears  in  sight, 
 
 And  God  is  seen  by  mortal  eye.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 544. 
 
 S.  M.  Conflict. 
 
 Nature  of  true  Faith. 
 
 FAITH — 't  is  a  precious  grace, 
 Where'er  it  is  bestowed ; 
 It  boasts  a  high  celestial  birth, 
 And  is  the  gift  of  God. 
 
 2  Jesus  it  owns  as  King, 
 An  all-atoning  Priest ; 
 
 It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 
 But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 
 
 3  To  him  it  leads  the  soul, 
 When  filled  with  deep  distress ; 
 
 Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood, 
 And  trusts  his  righteousness. 
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545,  546.]  faith. 
 
 4  Since  'tis  thy  work  alone, 
 
 And  that  divinely  free, 
 Lord,  send  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
 
 To  work  this  faith  in  me.  Fairfield. 
 
 tfif*  C.  M.  Packard. 
 
 ^Jt:^/.  For  victorious  Faith. 
 
 OH !  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 
 Though  pressed  by  every  foe, 
 That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
 Of  any  earthly  woe  ; 
 
 2  That  will  not  murmur  or  complain 
 Beneath  the  chastening  rod, 
 
 But  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain 
 "Will  lean  upon  its  God  ; — 
 
 3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 
 When  tempests  rage  without ; 
 
 That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
 In  darkness  feels  no  doubt: — 
 
 4  That  bears  unmoved  the  world's  dread  frown, 
 Xor  heeds  its  scornful  smile ; 
 
 That  seas  of  trouble  can  not  drown, 
 Or  Satan's  arts  beguile ; 
 
 5  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 
 Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
 
 And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
 Illumes  a  dying  bed. 
 
 6  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 
 And  then  whate'er  may  come, 
 
 We'll  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
 
 Of  an  eternal  home.  Bathurd. 
 
 £>  a  r*  C.  M.  Chimes. 
 
 0"xU«  Faith  the  Substance  of  Things  hoped  for. 
 
 FAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 
 Of  things  beyond  our  sight ; 
 Breaks  through  the  clouds  of  flesh  and  sense, 
 And  dwells  in  heavenly  light. 
 352 
 
FAITH.  [547. 
 
 2  It  sets  times  past  in  present  view, 
 Brings  distant  prospects  home — 
 
 Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
 t      Or  thousand  years  to  come. 
 
 3  By  faith,  we  know,  the  worlds  were  made, 
 By  God's  almighty  word  ; 
 
 Abram,  to  unknown  countries  led, 
 By  faith  obeyed  the  Lord. 
 
 4  He  sought  a  city  fair  and  high, 
 Built  by  th'  eternal  hands ; 
 
 And  faith  assures  us,  though  we  die, 
 
 That  heavenly  building  stands.  Waits. 
 
 ■w  i  ry  10th  P.  ML  8  lines  8$.  Hope. 
 
 fJtr  l  «     Believe  and  thou  shalt  be  saved. 
 
 THE  moment  a  sinner  believes, 
 And  trusts  in  his  crucified  Lord, 
 His  pardon  at  once  he  receives — 
 
 Redemption  in  full  through  his  blood. 
 The  faith  that  unites  to  the  Lamb, 
 
 And  brings  such  salvation  as  this, 
 Is  more  than  mere  fancy,  or  name — 
 The  work  of  God's  Spirit  it  is. 
 
 2  It  treads  on  the  world  and  on  hell, 
 It  vanquishes  death  and  despair ; 
 
 And,  what  is  still  stranger  to  tell — 
 
 It  overcomes  heaven  by  prayer ; 
 Permits  a  vile  worm  of  the  dust, 
 
 With  God  to  commune  as  a  friend ; 
 His  promise  of  mercy  to  trust, 
 
 And  look  for  his  love  to  the  end. 
 
 3  It  says  to  the  mountains,  "Depart," 
 That  stand  between  God  and  the  soul ; 
 
 It  binds  up  the  broken  in  heart, 
 
 The  wounded  in  spirit  makes  whole ; 
 Bids  sins  of  a  crimson-like  dye, 
 
 Be  spotless  as  snow,  and  as  white ; 
 And  raises  the  sinner  on  high, 
 
 To  dwell  with  the  angels  of  light 
 °  353 
 
548, 549.]  faith. 
 
 |w  i  q  C.  M.       Communion  New. 
 
 t) *r O •  JVew  Ch a rms  of  Fa ith . 
 
 FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
 And  saves  me  from  its  snares ; 
 Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
 And  softens  all  my  cares. 
 
 2  Extinguishes  the  thirst  for  sins, 
 And  lights  the  sacred  fire 
 
 Of  love  to  God  and  heavenly  things, 
 And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 
 
 3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power, 
 The  healing  balm  to  give ; 
 
 That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
 And  make  the  dying  live. 
 
 4  Wide  it  unvails  celestial  worlds, 
 Where  deathless  pleasures  reign, 
 
 And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
 
 Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain.  Turne. 
 
 ^  ja  C.  M.  Phuyah. 
 
 0*±*7.       Faith  without  Works  is  dead. 
 
 MISTAKEN  souls  that  dream  of  heaven, 
 And  make  their  empty  boast 
 Of  inward  joys  and  sins  forgiven, 
 While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 
 
 2  Vain  are  our  fancy's  airy  flights, 
 If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  : 
 
 None  but  a  living  power  unites 
 To  Christ,  the  living  Head. 
 
 3  'T  is  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart ; 
 5T  is  faith  that  works  by  love ; 
 
 That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
 And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 
 
 4  T  is  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 
 By  a  celestial  power ; 
 
 This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 
 
 In  the  decisive  hour.  Watts. 
 
 354 
 
FAITH.  [550. 
 
 P.  Mi     Golden  Cexser,  p.  40. 
 Song  of  Faith. 
 
 HAD  I  but  the  faith  of  pious  Abel, 
 (Oh,  for  this  living  faith!) 
 Had  I  but  the  faith  of  pious  Abel, 
 Happy  would  I  be ; 
 
 For  the  sacrifice  he  brought, 
 By  simple  faith  was  given ; 
 It  gained  the  precious  boon  he  sought — 
 The  love,  the  smile  of  heaven. 
 
 2  Had  I  but  the  faith  of  holv  Enoch, 
 (Oh,  for  this  living  faith!) 
 
 Had  I  but  the  faith  of  holy  Enoch, 
 Happy  would  I  be  : 
 
 For  the  gloomy  vale  of  death 
 
 His  footsteps  never  trod ; 
 He  went  to  heaven  on  wings  of  faith, — 
 For  Enoch  walked  with  God. 
 
 3  Had  I  but  the  faith  of  good  old  Noah, 
 (Oh,  for  this  living  faith!) 
 
 Had  I  but  the  faith  of  good  old  Xoah, 
 Happy  would  I  be  : 
 
 *T  was  by  faith  he  built  the  ark, 
 And  though  by  tempest  tossed, 
 It  saved  him  from  the  waters  dark 
 When  all  the  world  was  lost. 
 
 4  Had  I  but  the  faith  of  faithful  Abraham, 
 (Oh,  for  this  living  faith!) 
 
 Had  I  but  the  faith  of  faithful  Abraham, 
 Happy  would  I  be : 
 
 For  he  left  his  native  plain, 
 
 And  sought  a  stranger  land  ; 
 His  only  son  he  would  have  slain, 
 By  faith  in  God's  command. 
 355 
 
551.]  FAITH. 
 
 5  Had  I  but  the  faith  and  meekness  of  Moses, 
 (Oh,  for  this  living  faith  !) 
 
 Had  I  but  the  faith  and  meekness  of  Moses, 
 Happy  would  I  be  : 
 
 Through  the  wilderness  he  trod, 
 
 He,  Israel's  chosen  guide  ; 
 
 Yet  never  lost  his  faith  in  God, 
 
 Though  oft  severely  tried. 
 
 6  Had  I  but  the  faith  of  praying  Joshua, 
 (Oh,  for  this  living  faith!)" 
 
 Had  I  but  the  faith  of  praying  Joshua, 
 Happy  would  I  be  : 
 
 T  was  by  faith  he  called  on  God, 
 
 In  battle  wild  and  shrill ; 
 And  in  the  valley,  at  his  word, 
 The  sun  and  moon  stood  still. 
 
 7  Had  I  but  the  faith  of  the  Christian  Martyrs, 
 (Oh,  fortius  living  faith!) 
 
 Had  I  but  the  faith  of  the  Christian  Martyrs, 
 Happy  would  I  be : 
 
 They  were  racked  with  torturing  pains, 
 
 Yet  brilliant  was  their  faith ; 
 It  shone  above  the  burning  flames, 
 Triumphant  over  death. 
 
 8  Had  I  but  the  faith  that  never  falters, 
 (Oh,  for  this  living  faith!) 
 
 Had  I  but  the  faith  that  never  falters, 
 Happy  would  I  be  : 
 
 Saviour,  may  thy  grace  divine 
 
 This  living  faith  impart ; 
 A  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love, 
 And  purifies  the  heart. 
 
 ££-1  L.  M.  Gonda. 
 
 ODJLt  Open  the  Eyes  of  Faith. 
 
 ESUS,  whose  glory's  streaming  rays, 
 Though  duteous  to  thy  high  command ! 
 Xot  seraphs  view  with  open  nice, 
 
 But  vailed  before  thv  presence  stand ! 
 356 
 
 j 
 
FAITH.  [552. 
 
 2  How  shall  weak  eves  of  flesh,  weighed  down 
 With  sin,  and  dim  with  error's  night, 
 
 Dare  to  behold  thy  awful  throne, 
 Or  view  thy  unapproached  light  ? 
 
 3  Restore  my  sight !  let  thy  free  grace 
 An  entrance  to  the  holiest  give ! 
 
 Open  mine  eyes  of  faith  !  thy  face 
 Bo  shall  I  see  :  yet  seeing  live. 
 
 4  The  golden  scepter  from  above 
 
 Eeach  forth  ;  see  my  whole  heart  I  bow ; 
 Say  to  my  soul,  "  Thou  art  my  love, 
 My  chosen  'midst  ten  thousand  thou!  " 
 
 5  0  Jesus,  full  of  grace  !  the  sighs 
 Of  a  sick  heart  with  pity  view ! 
 
 Hark,  how  my  silence  speaks — and  cries, 
 
 u  Mercy,  thou  God  of  mercy,  show !  n     J.  Wesley. 
 
 C.    M.  LlNGHAM. 
 
 fym      Charms  of  the  Saviour's  Xame. 
 
 THE  Saviour !  Oh  what  endless  charms 
 Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound ! 
 Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
 And  spreads  sweet  peace  around. 
 
 2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 
 In  rich  effusion  flow, 
 
 For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin, 
 And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 
 
 3  Oh  the  rich  depth  of  love  divine, 
 Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store ; 
 
 Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine, 
 I  can  not  wish  for  more. 
 
 4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 
 Beneath  the  cross  I  fall  ; 
 
 My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Sacrifice, 
 
 My  Saviour  and  my  all.  Steele. 
 
 357 
 
553,  554,  555.]  faith. 
 
 /w  *,  q  L.  M.  Sessions. 
 
 t/00«     By  the  Law  is  no  Man  justified. 
 
 "\[OT  by  the  law  of  innocence 
 11    Can  Adam's  sons  arrive  at  heaven ; 
 New  works  can  give  ns  no  pretense 
 To  have  our  ancient  sins  forgiven. 
 
 2  Xot  the  best  deeds  that  we  have  done, 
 Can  make  a  wounded  conscience  whole! 
 Faith  is  the  grace, — and  faith  alone, 
 That  flies  to  Christ,  and  saves  the  soul. 
 
 3  Lord,  I  believe  thy  heavenly  word ! 
 Fain  would  I  have  my  soul  renewed : 
 
 1  mourn  for  sin,  and  trust  the  Lord 
 To  have  it  pardoned  and  subdued. 
 
 4  Oh  may  thy  grace  its  power  display ! 
 Let  guilt  and  death  no  longer  reign ; 
 Save  me  in  thine  appointed  way, 
 
 Nor  let  my  humble  faith  be  vain !  * 
 
 £  jw  i  L.  M.  Gokda. 
 
 {JcJjc.  The  healing  and  cleansing  Fountain. 
 
 BY  faith  I  to  the  fountain  fly, 
 Opened  for  all  mankind  and  me, 
 To  purge  my  sins  of  deepest  dye, — 
 My  life  and  heart's  impurity. 
 
 2  From  Christ,  the  smitten  Eock,  it  flows, 
 The  purple  and  the  crystal  stream ; 
 
 Pardon  and  holiness  bestows, 
 
 And  both  I  gain  through  faith  in  him.     J.  Wesley. 
 
 ^  m  m  C.  M.  Chelmsfobd. 
 
 t)ud9  Victorious  Faith. 
 
 I  HOPE,  against  all  human  hope, 
 Self-desperate,  I  believe, — 
 Thy  quick'ning  word  shall  raise  me  up ; 
 Thou  wilt  thy  Spirit  give. 
 ~358 
 
FAixn.  [556. 
 
 2  The  thing  surpasses  all  my  thought ; 
 But  faithful  is  my  Lord : 
 
 Through  unbelief  I  stagger  not, 
 For  God  hath  spoke  the  word. 
 
 3  Faith,  mighty  faith,  the  promise  sees, 
 And  looks  to  that  alone ; 
 
 Laughs  at  impossibilities, 
 Aid  cries, — it  shall  be  done ! 
 
 4  To  thee  the  glory  of  thy  power 
 And  faithfulness  I  give  ; 
 
 I  shall  in  Christ,  at  that  glad  hour, 
 And  Christ  in  me  shall  live. 
 
 5  Obedient  faith,  that  waits  on  thee, 
 Thou  never  wilt  reprove  ; 
 
 But  thou  wilt  form  thy  Son  in  me, 
 
 And  perfect  me  in  love.  C.  Wesley, 
 
 1^  jw  n  I*.  M.  Wells. 
 
 {JfJU.       Faith  a  Substitute  for  Vision. 
 
 *rp  IS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 
 X    We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night : 
 
 ~7~  °  " 
 
 Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
 Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 
 
 2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies ; 
 She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
 
 Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
 And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 
 
 3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
 While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 
 
 Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
 And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 
 
 4  So  Abra'm,  by  divine  command, 
 Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God ; 
 
 His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
 
 And  cheered  him  on  his  toilsome  road.  Watts. 
 
 359 
 
557,  558.]  faith. 
 
 £^ry  S.  M.  Watchman. 
 
 00  I  .  Tlie  Lamb  of  God. 
 
 VTOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
 1 1    On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
 Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
 Or  wash  away  the  stain. 
 
 2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 
 Takes  all  our 'sins  away; 
 
 A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
 And  richer  blood  than  they. 
 
 3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
 On  that  dear  head  of  thine — 
 
 While  as  a  penitent  I  stand, 
 And  there  confess  my  sin. 
 
 4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 
 The  burden  thou  didst  bear, 
 
 When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 
 And  knows  her  guilt  was  there. 
 
 5  Believing,  we  rejoice 
 
 To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
 We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
 
 And  sing  his  bleeding  love.  Waits. 
 
 558. 
 
 P.  M.  10s  &  lis.   St.  Michaels.* 
 
 I  will  trust,  and  not  be  afraid. 
 
 BEGOXE  unbelief!  My  Saviour  is  near, 
 And  for  my  relief,  will  surely  appear ; 
 By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform ; 
 With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 
 2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide, 
 'T  is  mine  to  obey,  't  is  his  to  provide : 
 Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all  fail, 
 The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 
 8  His  love,  in  times  past,  forbids  me  to  think 
 He  '11  leave  me  at  last,  in  trouble  to  sink ; 
 Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review, 
 Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  help  me  quite  through, 
 
 *0r  Sweet  Singer,  p.  30. 
 
 360 
 
JUSTIFIED    EY    FAITH.  [559,  560. 
 
 4  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress, 
 Temptation  or  pain? — Pie  told  me  no  less ; 
 The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  his  word, 
 Thro'  much  tribulation  must  follow  their  Lord. 
 
 5  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
 The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine  food ; 
 
 Though  painful  at  present,  't  will  cease  before  long ; 
 And  then,  oh  how  pleasant,  the  conquerors  song.      * 
 
 C.  M.  Devizes. 
 
 I  fj .  Th  e  Po  we  r  of  Fa  ith . 
 
 FAITH  is  the  Spirit's  sweet  control, 
 From  which  assurance  springs; 
 Faith  is  the  pencil  of  the  soul, 
 That  pictures  heavenly  things  ; 
 
 2  Faith  is  the  throb  of  Love  that  makes 
 Man  rest  on  God  alone ; 
 
 Faith  is  the  wondrous  power  that  shakes 
 The  Tempter  on  his  throne ; 
 
 3  Faith  is  the  smile  that  plays  around 
 The  dying  Christian's  brow ; 
 
 Faith  was  the  light  by  which  he  found 
 The  hope  that  fills  him  now ; 
 
 4  Faith  is  the  lamp  that  burns  to  guide 
 Our  bark  when  tempest-driven ; 
 
 Faith  is  the  key  that  opens  wide 
 
 The  distant  gates  of  heaven.  Baptist  XoeL 
 
 Justified  by  Faith. 
 
 3rd  P.  or  H.  M.    Lenox,  or  Jubilee. 
 Abba,  Father. 
 A  RISE,  my  soul,  arise, 
 xjL  Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
 The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
 In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
 Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
 My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 
 Q  361 
 
561.]  JUSTIFIED   BY   FAITII. 
 
 2  He  ever  lives  above, 
 For  me  to  intercede, 
 His  all-redeeming  love, 
 
 His  precious  blood  to  plead ; 
 His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
 And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 
 
 3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 
 Received  on  Calvary ! 
 
 They  pour  effectual  prayers, 
 
 They  strongly  speak  for  me  : 
 Forgive  him,  oh  forgive,  they  cry, 
 Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die ! 
 
 4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 
 His  dear  anointed  One : 
 He  can  not  turn  away 
 The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
 
 His  Spirit  answers  to  the. blood, 
 And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 
 
 5  My  God  is  reconciled, 
 
 His  pardoning  voice  I  hear : 
 
 He  owns  me  for  his  child, 
 
 I  can  no  longer  fear ; 
 With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
 And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 561. 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s&6s.  Webb. 
 
 The  great  Physician. 
 
 HOW  lost  was  my  condition, 
 Till  Jesus  made  me  whole ! 
 There  is  but  one  Physician, 
 Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul ! 
 The  worst  of  all  diseases, 
 
 Is  light  compared  with  sin, 
 On  every  part  it  seizes, 
 But  rages  most  within. 
 
 362 
 
JUSTIFIED    BY    FAITH.  [562. 
 
 2  From  men  great  skill  professing, 
 I  thought  a  cure  to  gain  ; 
 
 But  this  proved  more  distressing, 
 
 And  added  to  my  pain — 
 Some  said  that  nothing  ailed  me, 
 
 Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
 Thus  every  refuge  failed  me, 
 
 And  all  my  hopes  were  crossed. 
 
 3  At  length  this  great  Physician — 
 How  matchless  is  his  grace  ! 
 
 Accepted  my  petition, 
 
 And  undertook  my  case — 
 Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 
 
 And  snatched  me  from  the  grave, 
 To  tell  to  all  around  me 
 
 His  wondrous  power  to  save. 
 
 4  A  slain,  but  risen  Jesus, 
 Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 
 
 At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 
 
 And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 
 Come  then  to  this  Physician, 
 
 His  help  he  '11  freely  give, 
 He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
 
 Tis  only — look  and  live.  Newton. 
 
 26th  P.  M.    Wesleya*  Ps.  p.  76. 
 
 The  Pearl  of  great  Price. 
 
 THE  pearl  that  worldlings  covet, 
 Is  not  the  pearl  for  me ; 
 Its  beauty  fades  as  quickly, 
 
 As  sunshine  on  the  sea ; 
 But  there's  a  pearl  sought  by  the  wise, 
 T  is  called  the  pearl  of  greatest  price, 
 Though  few  its  value  see : 
 Oh !  that 's  the  pearl  for  me. 
 363 
 
563.]  JUSTIFIED   BY   FAITH. 
 
 2  The  crown  that  decks  the  monarch, 
 Is  not  the  crown  for  me ; 
 
 It  dazzles  but  a  moment, 
 
 Its  brightness  soon  will  flee ; 
 But  there 's  a  crown  prepared  above, 
 For  all  wTho  wTalk  in  humble  love, 
 Forever  bright 't  will  be  : 
 Oh !  that 's  the  crown  for  me. 
 
 3  The  road  that  many  travel, 
 Is  not  the  road  for  me : 
 
 It  leads  to  death  and  sorrow ; 
 
 In  it  I  would  not  be. 
 But  there 's  a  road  that  leads  to  God, 
 'T  is  marked  by  Christ's  most  precious  blood ; 
 The  passage  there  is  free : 
 Oh  that 's  the  road  for  me. 
 
 4  The  hope  that  sinners  cherish, 
 Is  not  the  hope  for  me : 
 
 Most  surely  will  they  perish, 
 Unless  from  sin  made  free ; 
 But  there  's  a  hope  that  rests  in  God, 
 And  leads  the  soul  to  keep  his  Word, 
 And  sinful  pleasures  flee  : 
 Oh !  that 's  the  hope  for  me.  Rev.  S.  HoyL 
 
 f^/jQ  8*  ^*  Gerak. 
 
 ^JUO.  Blessed  Souls. 
 
 OH !  blessed  souls  are  they, 
 Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er ; 
 Divinely  blessed,  to  whom  the  Lord 
 Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 
 
 2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 
 And  keep  their  hearts  with  care ; 
 
 Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
 Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 
 
 3  While  I  concealed  my  guilt, 
 I  felt  the  fest'ring  wTound ; 
 
 Till  I  confessed  my  sins  to  thee, 
 And  ready  pardon  found. 
 364 
 
JUSTIFIED   BY   FAITH.  [564. 
 
 4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray  ; 
 
 Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne ; 
 Our  help,  in  times  of  deep  distress, 
 
 Is  found  in  God  alone.  Watts. 
 
 564 
 
 L.  ML  Happy  Day. 
 
 Voids  remembered  and  renewed. 
 
 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. 
 
 Chorus  :  Happy  day,  happy  day, 
 
 When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away. 
 He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray, 
 And  liye  rejoicing  every  day. 
 Happy  day,  happy  clay, 
 When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away. 
 
 2  Oh  happy  bond  that  seals  my  yows 
 To  him  who  merits  all  my  loye ; 
 
 Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
 AVhile  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  ruoye. 
 
 3  T  is  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  yoice  diyine. 
 
 4  Kow  rest,  my  long-diyided  heart ; 
 Fixed  on  this  blissful  center,  rest ; 
 
 K or  eyer  from  thy  Lord  depart : 
 With  him  of  every  good  possessed. 
 
 5  High  Heayen,  that  heard  the  solemn  yow, 
 That  yow  renewed  shall  daily  hear, 
 
 Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
 
 And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear.        Doddridge. 
 365 
 
565,  566.]        justified  by  faith. 
 
 £  /*  £  L.  M.  Edwards. 
 
 cJOf_)«       TJie  Lord  our  Righteousness. 
 
 LET  not  the  wise  their  wisdom  boast, 
 The  mighty  glory  in  their  might ; 
 The  rich  in  flattering  riches  trust, 
 Which  take  their  everlasting  flight. 
 
 2  The  rush  of  numerous  years  bears  down 
 The  most  gigantic  strength  of  man : 
 
 And  where  is  all  his  wisdom  gone, 
 AVhen,  dust,  he  turns  to  dust  again  ? 
 
 3  One  only  gift  can  justify 
 
 The  boasting  soul  that  knows  his  God ; 
 When  Jesus  doth  his  blood  apply, 
 I  glory  in  his  sprinkled  blood. 
 
 4  The  Lord  my  righteousness  I  praise, 
 I  triumph  in  the  love  divine ; 
 
 The  wisdom,  wealth  and  strength  of  grace, 
 
 In  Christ  to  endless  ages  mine.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.         Harwell. 
 
 Christ  the  Believer's  All. 
 
 LAMB  of  God,  we  fall  before  thee, 
 Humbly  trusting  in  thy  cross ; 
 That  alone  be  all  our  glory, 
 All  things  else  are  only  dross. 
 Thee  we  own  a  perfect  Saviour, 
 Only  source  of  all  that's  good. 
 Every  grace  and  every  favor 
 Comes  to  us  through  Jesus'  blood. 
 
 2  Jesus  gives  us  true  repentance, 
 By  his  Spirit  sent  from  heaven ; 
 Whispers  this  transporting  sentence, 
 "  Son,  thy  sins  are  all  forgiven." 
 Faith  he  grants  us  to  believe  it, 
 Grateful  hearts  his  love  to  prize : 
 Want  we  wisdom  ?  he  must  give  it ; 
 Hearing  ears,  and  seeing  eyes. 
 366 
 
JUSTIFIED  BY  FAITH.  [567,   508. 
 
 3  Jesus  gives  us  pure  affections. 
 
 Wills  to  do  what  he  requires ; 
 
 Hakes  us  follow  his  directions. 
 
 And  what  he  commands — inspires. 
 
 All  our  prayers,  and  all  our  praises, 
 
 Rightly  offered  in  his  name. 
 
 He  that  dictates  them  is  Jesus  ; 
 
 He  that  answers  is  the  same.  * 
 
 .^/ary  C.  M.  Windsor. 
 
 {JO  3  o  Justification  by  Faith,  not  by  Worts, 
 
 TTATN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 
 T  On  their  own  works  have  built  ; 
 Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
 
 And  all  their  actions  guilt. 
 
 2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouth, 
 Without  a  murm'ring  word, 
 
 And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 
 Guilt v  before  the  Lord. 
 
 3  In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law 
 To  justify  us  now, 
 
 Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn, 
 Is  all  the  law  can  do. 
 
 4  Jesus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace ! 
 When  in  thy  name  we  trust. 
 
 Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 
 
 That  makes  the  sinner  just.  Watts. 
 
 P.  M.  8s  &  7s.     Golden  Chain,,  U. 
 00.  The  dearest  Spot. 
 
 THERE  is  a  spot  to  me  more  dear 
 Than  native  vale  or  mountain  ; 
 A  spot  for  which  affection's  tear 
 
 Springs  grateful  from  its  fountain : 
 'T  is  not  where  kindred  souls  abound, 
 
 Though  that  is  almost  heaven  : 
 But  where  I  first  my  Saviour  found, 
 And  felt  my  sins  forgiven. 
 ~  367 
 
569.]  JUSTIFIED   BY   FAITH. 
 
 2  Hard  was  my  toil  to  reach  the  shore, 
 Long  tossed  upon  the  ocean ; 
 
 Above  me  was  the  thunder's  roar, 
 
 Beneath  the  wave's  commotion : 
 Darkly  the  pall  of  night  was  thrown 
 
 Around  me,  faint  with  terror : 
 In  that  dark  hour  how  did  my  groan 
 
 Ascend  for  years  of  error ! 
 
 3  Sinking  and  panting  as  for  breath, 
 I  knew  not  help  was  near  me  ; 
 
 And  cried,  "  Oh !  save  me,  Lord,  from  death, 
 
 Immortal  Jesus,  hear  me/' 
 Then  quick  as  thought  I  felt  him  mine, 
 
 My  Saviour  stood  before  me ; 
 I  saw  his  brightness  round  me  shine, 
 
 And  shouted,  "  Glory !  Glory ! " 
 
 4  O  sacred  hour !  0  hallowed  spot ! 
 Where  love  divine  first  found  me ; 
 
 Wherever  falls  my  distant  lot, 
 My  heart  shall  linger  round  thee ; 
 
 And  when  from  earth  I  rise  to  soar 
 Up  to  my  home  in  heaven, 
 
 Down  will  I  cast  my  eyes  once  more, 
 Where  I  was  first  forgiven. 
 
 *>fi/\  !*•  M.  Whittington. 
 
 t)\)tJ*     Jesus  has  done  all  Things  well. 
 
 NOW,  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise, 
 To  my  dear  Lord  my  voice  I  '11  raise, 
 With  all  the  saints  I  '11  join  to  tell, 
 My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 
 
 Chorus  :  Above  the  rest  this  note  shall  swell, 
 My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 
 
 2  All  worlds  his  glorious  power  confess ; 
 His  wisdom  all  his  works  express ; 
 But  oh  his  love,  what  tongue  can  tell! 
 My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 
 368 
 
JUSTIFIED   BY   FAITH.  [570. 
 
 3  I  spurned  his  grace — I  broke  his  laws, 
 But  yet  he  undertook  my  cause, 
 
 To  save  me  though  I  did  rebel ; 
 My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 
 
 4  At  last  my  soul  has  known  his  love, 
 What  mercy  has  he  made  me  prove ! 
 Mercy  which  doth  all  praise  excel; 
 My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 
 
 5  If  e'er  my  Saviour  and  my  God 
 Did  on  me  lay  his  chast'ning  rod, 
 I  knew  whatever  me  befell, 
 
 My  Jesus  would  do  all  things  well. 
 
 6  So  when  I  pass  the  vale  of  death, 
 And  in  his  arms  resign  my  breath, 
 Then,  then  my  happy  soul  shall  tell, 
 My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 
 
 7  And  when  to  that  bright  world  I  rise, 
 And  join  sweet  seraphs  in  the  skies, 
 Above  the  rest  this  note  shall  swell, 
 
 Mv  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well.  Anon, 
 
 570. 
 
 C.  M.     Bradford,  P.  C,  175. 
 He  brings  us  to  the  Light. 
 
 TT^HEX  God  revealed  his  gracious  name, 
 V  T     And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
 My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream, 
 The  grace  appeared  so  great. 
 
 2  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies ; 
 Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
 
 Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
 To  rivers  of  delight. 
 
 3  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait, 
 Till  the  fair  harvest  come  ; 
 
 They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
 And  shout  the  blessings  home. 
 Q2  ^369 
 
571,  572.]  JUSTIFIED   BY   FAITH. 
 
 4  Though  seed  lie  buried  long  in  dust, 
 
 T  will  not  deceive  their  hope : 
 The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lost, 
 
 For  grace  insures  the  crop.  Watts. 
 
 ^■(y-t  S   M.  PaddeN'GTON. 
 
 fj  I  JL#  Sin  slain  by  the  Cross. 
 
 SHALL  we  go  on  to  sin, 
 Because  that  grace  abounds? 
 Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
 And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 
 
 2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God ! 
 Is  or  let  it  e'er  be  said 
 
 That  we,  whose  sins  are  crucified, 
 Should  raise  them  from  the  dead. 
 
 3  We  will  be  slaves  no  more, 
 Since  Christ  has  made  us  free, 
 
 Has  nailed  our  tyrants  to  the  cross, 
 
 And  bought  our  liberty.  Waits. 
 
 jwrv/-w         S.  ML     Mattison's  Sac.  Mel.,  p.  156. 
 t)  •  Him  By  Grace  are  ye  saved. 
 
 I'M  glad  salvation's  free, 
 And  without  price  or  cost  ; 
 For  had  it  been  for  me  to  buy, 
 My  soul  must  have  been  lost. 
 
 Chorus  :  I  'm  glad  salvation 's  free ! 
 I  'm  glad  salvation 's  free  ! 
 Salvation 's  free  for  you  and  me, 
 I  'in  glad  salvation 's  free. 
 
 2  Once  I  was  blind  and  lost, 
 
 Of  sin  and  sorrow  full ; 
 But  now  I  'm  saved  through  Jesus'  blood : 
 
 I  feel  it  in  my  soul. 
 
 370 
 
JUSTIFIED    BY    FAITH.  [573,  574. 
 
 3  And  now  I'm  on  the  way 
 To  brighter  worlds  above  ; 
 
 1  hope  to  triumph  evermore 
 Through  the  Redeemer's  blood. 
 
 4  O  brethren,  help  me  sing 
 One  song  of  victory  ; 
 
 For  without  money,  without  price, 
 
 I've  found  salvation  free.  Anon, 
 
 f^rv'Q  S.  M.  Craxbrook, 
 
 0  1  O.  Grace. 
 
 G1RACE!  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
 T  Harmonious  to  the  ear  ; 
 Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
 And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 
 
 2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way, 
 To  save  rebellious  man ; 
 
 And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
 Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 
 
 3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 
 To  tread  the  heavenly  road, 
 
 And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
 While  pressing  on  to  God. 
 
 4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
 Through  everlasting  days  ; 
 
 It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
 
 And  well  deserves  our  praise.  Doddridge. 
 
 ^ry  i         10th  P.  M.  8  lines  8s.    Mattisox's  Sao 
 
 0  I  4.     He  spoke  Peace  to  my  Soul     -^EL->  P-  68 
 
 T"E  angels  who  mortals  attend, 
 A    And  minister  comfort  in  woe, 
 Come,  listen,  ye  heavenly  friends, 
 My  happier  story  to  know. 
 
 1  sing  of  a  theme  most  sublime, 
 
 Xo  sorrow  my  song  can  control — 
 I  sing  of  the  rapturous  time, 
 
 When  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 
 371 
 
575.]  JUSTIFIED   BY   FAITH. 
 
 2  When  guilt  my  poor  heart  did  assail 
 Because  I  had  wandered  from  God, 
 
 I  strove  my  sad  cause  to  bewail, 
 
 My  sins  were  a  cumbersome  load ; 
 O  Saviour,  have  mercy !  I  cried, 
 
 Oh  pardon  a  wretch  that's  so  vile ! 
 Then  quickly  his  blood  was  applied, 
 
 And  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 
 
 3  My  guilt,  like  the  cloud  of  the  morn 
 Was  chased  in  a  moment  away : 
 
 The  joy  of  my  soul,  newly  born, 
 
 Increased  like  the  dawning  of  day. 
 My  Saviour  redeemed  me  from  sin ; 
 
 He  saves  not  in  part  but  in  whole ; 
 He  writes  his  salvation  within, 
 
 For,  oh !  he  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 
 
 4  I  now  am  so  bless'd  with  his  love, 
 I  covet  not  earth's  greatest  store ; 
 
 He  visits  me  oft  from  above — 
 
 I  have  him,  I  want  nothing  more : 
 Resigned  to  his  pleasure  I'd  live, 
 
 Till  time's  latest  circle  shall  roll, 
 His  utmost  salvation  receive, 
 
 For,  oh !  he  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 
 
 5  Ye  angels  who  wait  while  I  sing, 
 And  patiently  hear  my  glad  song, 
 
 Come  bear  me  to  Jesus,  my  King, 
 
 To  join  with  the  heavenly  throng. 
 'T  is  there  I  '11  eternally  feast, 
 
 On  joys  that  enrapture  the  whole  ; 
 All  heaven  would  welcome  the  guest, 
 
 Since  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul.  * 
 
 ^ryw  C.  M.     Sweet  Singer,  32. 
 
 t)  i  0»  The  Mourner's  Tear. 
 
 OTHOU,  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear 
 How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
 If,  when  deceived  and  wounded  here, 
 We  could  not  fly  to  thee. 
 372 
 
JUSTIFIED    BY    FAITH.  [576. 
 
 2  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. 
 
 3  But  Christ  can  heal  that  broken  heart, 
 Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 
 
 Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part, 
 Breathes  sweetness  out  of  woe. 
 
 4  Oh  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 
 Did  not  his  wing  of  love 
 
 Come  brightly  waiting  through  the  gloom 
 Our  peace-branch  from  above. 
 
 5  Then  sorrow,  touched  by  him,  grows  bright, 
 With  more  than  rapture's  ray : 
 
 As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 
 
 We  never  saw  by  day.  Moore. 
 
 57b. 
 
 L.  M.  Brentwood, 
 
 Bis  Blood  p  revet  Us . 
 
 JESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
 My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress : 
 'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  arrayed, 
 With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 
 
 2  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  thy  great  day, 
 For  who  audit  to  my  charge  shall  lav? 
 Fully  absolved,  through  these,  I  am 
 From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 
 
 3  The  holy,  meek,  unspotted  Lamb, 
 Who  from  the  Father's  bosom  came, 
 Who  died  for  me,  e'en  me  t'  atone, 
 Now  for  my  Lord  and  God  I  own. 
 
 4  Lord,  I  believe  thy  precious  blood, 
 Which  at  the  mercy  seat  of  God 
 Forever  doth  for  sinners  plead, 
 
 For  me,  e'en  for  my  soul,  was  shed. 
 373 
 
577.]  JUSTIFIED   BY   FAITH. 
 
 5  Lord,  1  believe,  were  sinners  more 
 
 Than  sands  upon  the  ocean  shore, 
 
 Thou  hast-  for  all  a  ransom  paid, 
 
 For  all  a  full  atonement  made.  J.  Wesley. 
 
 jwryry  P.  M.        Golden  Cex.,  48. 
 
 t)  I  I  •  Bright  Mansions. 
 
 "  T  FEEL  like  singing  all  the  time," 
 A  My  heart  with  joy  is  ringing, 
 
 Since  Jesus  hath  my  sins  forgiven, 
 I  ;m  happiest  when  I  'm  singing. 
 
 Chorus  :  Oh  happy  they  who  reach  that  place 
 Where  sorrow  cometh  never ; 
 Who  rest  within  his  loving  arms 
 Forever  and  forever. 
 
 2  Since  I  have  found  a  Saviour's  love, 
 To  him  my  hopes  are  clinging ; 
 
 I  feel  so  happy  all  the  time, 
 My  heart  is  always  singing. 
 
 3  A  light  I  never  knew  before, 
 Around  my  path  is  breaking, 
 
 And  cheerful  songs  of  grateful  praise, 
 My  raptured  soul  is  waking. 
 
 4  I  see  in  heaven  some  mansions  bright, 
 The  noonday  sun  outshining; 
 
 For  those  who  feel  the  Saviours  love 
 Around  their  hearts  entwining. 
 
 5  "I  feel  like  singing  all  the  time," 
 I  have  no  thoughts  of  sadness ; 
 
 When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away, 
 He  tuned  my  heart  to  gladness. 
 
 6  Each  moment,  as  it  glides  away, 
 Some  new  delight  is  bringing, 
 
 Redeeming  love,  oh  blessed  theme ! 
 My  heart  is  always  singing. 
 374 
 
regeneration  and  adoption.     [578,  579. 
 
 Regeneration  and  Adoption. 
 
 r'(VQ  C.  Iff.  Marlow. 
 
 t)  I  0«  Ye  must  be  born  again. 
 
 SINNERS  !  this  solemn  truth  regard  ! 
 Hear  all  ye  sons  of  men  ; 
 For  Christ,  the  Saviour,  hath  declared, 
 "  Ye  must  be  born  again.'' 
 
 2  Whate'er  might  be  your  birth  or  blood, 
 The  sinner's  boast  is  vain ; 
 
 Thus  saith  the  glorious  Son  of  God, 
 "Ye  must  be  born  again." 
 
 3  Our  nature 's  totally  depraved, 
 The  heart  a  sink  of  sin  ; 
 
 Without  a  change  we  can't  be  saved, 
 uYe  must  be  born  again." 
 
 4  Spirit  of  life  !  thy  grace  impart, 
 And  breathe  on  sinners  slain  : 
 
 Bear  witness,  Lord,  with  every  heart, 
 That  we  are  born  again. 
 
 5  Dear  Saviour,  let  us  now  begin 
 To  trust  and  love  thy  word ; 
 
 And,  by  forsaking  every  sin, 
 
 Prove  we  are  born  of  God.  Haskins. 
 
 fry  A  CL  B£  Maplewood. 
 
 0  i  i) •  Amazing  Grace. 
 
 AMAZTNG  grace !  how  sweet  the  sound ! 
 That  saved  a  wretch  like  me ! 
 
 1  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found — 
 Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 
 
 2  'T  was  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 
 And  grace  my  fears  relieved ; 
 
 How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
 The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 
 
 3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares 
 I  have  already  come ; 
 
 T  was  grace  that  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
 And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 
 375 
 
580.]  REGENERATION 
 
 4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 
 His  word  my  hope  secures ; 
 
 He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
 As  long  as  life  endures. 
 
 5  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
 And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
 
 I  shall  possess  within  the  vail 
 A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 
 
 6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 
 The  sun  forbear  to  shine ; 
 
 But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 
 
 Will  be  forever  mine.  Newton. 
 
 580. 
 
 L.  M.  Rockingham. 
 
 Bom  of  God. 
 
 ASSIST  my  soul,  my  heavenly  King, 
 Thine  everlasting  love  to  sing  ; 
 And  joyful  spread  thy  praise  abroad, 
 As  one  through  grace  that's  born  of  God. 
 
 2  No,  it  was  not  the  will  of  man, 
 My  soul's  new  heavenly  birth  began, 
 Nor  will,  nor  power  of  flesh  and  blood, 
 That  turned  my  heart  from  sin  to  God. 
 
 3  Herein  let  self  be  all  abased, 
 And  heavenly  love  alone  confessed ; 
 This  be  my  song  through  all  the  road, 
 That  born  I  am,  and  born  of  God. 
 
 4  Oh  may  this  love  my  soul  constrain, 
 To  make  returns  of  love  again ; 
 
 That  I,  while  earth  is  my  abode, 
 May  live  like  one  that's  born  of  God. 
 
 5  And  when  th'  appointed  hour  shall  come, 
 And  thou  wilt  call  me  to  my  home, 
 Joyful  I '11  pass  the  chilling  flood, 
 
 And  sing  and  say,  I  'm  born  of  God. 
 376 
 
ASTD  ADOPTION. 
 
 [581,  582. 
 
 581. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  Horton. 
 
 Blessedness  of  Son  ship. 
 
 BLESSED  are  the  sons  of  God  ; 
 They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood, 
 They  are  ransomed  from  the  grave, 
 Life  eternal  they  shall  have. 
 
 2  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace 
 In  the  works  of  righteousness ! 
 Born  of  God,  they  hate  all  sin, 
 God's  pure  word  remains  within. 
 
 3  They  have  fellowship  with  God, 
 Through  the  Mediator's  blood ; 
 One  with  God,  through  Jesus  one, 
 Glory  is  in  them  begun. 
 
 4  Though  they  suffer  much  on  earth, 
 Strangers  to  the  worldling's  mirth, 
 Yet  they  have  an  inward  joy, 
 Pleasures  which  can  never  cloy. 
 
 5  They  alone  are  truly  blest — 
 Heirs  of  God,  joint  heirs  with  Christ ; 
 They  with  love  and  peace  are  filled, 
 
 They  are  by  his  Spirit  sealed.  Humphrey. 
 
 582. 
 
 C.  M. 
 
 Blessedness  of  Adoption. 
 
 AND  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high, 
 To  say, — My  Father,  God? 
 Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fain  would  lie, 
 And  learn  to  kiss  the  rod. 
 
 2  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 
 For  thou  art  good  and  wise ; 
 
 Let  each  rebellious  thought  be  still, 
 Nor  one  faint  murmivr  rise. 
 
 3  Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darkest  gloom, 
 And  bid  me  wait  serene, 
 
 Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 
 And  brighten  all  the  scene. 
 377 
 
 Orwell. 
 
583,  584.] 
 
 REGENERATION 
 
 4  My  Father,  God,  permit  my  heart 
 To  plead  her  humble  claim, 
 
 And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart, 
 In  my  Redeemer's  name. 
 
 Steele. 
 
 583. 
 
 L.  M.  Retreat. 
 
 Rejoicing  in  forgiving  Love. 
 
 "Y  soul,  with  humble  fervor  raise 
 To  God  the  voice  of  grateful  praise, 
 And  all  my  ransomed  powers  combine, 
 To  bless  his  attributes  divine. 
 
 2  Deep  on  my  heart  let  mem'ry  trace 
 His  acts  of  mercy  and  of  grace ; 
 Who,  with  a  Father's  tender  care, 
 Saved  me  when  sinking  in  despair ; 
 
 3  Gave  my  repentant  soul  to  prove, 
 The  joy  of  his  forgiving  love ; 
 Poured  balm  into  my  bleeding  breast, 
 
 And  led  my  weary  feet  to  rest.  Livingston. 
 
 L.  M. 
 
 O04fc»    The  Privileges  of  the  Sons  of  God, 
 
 ]\TOT  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth, 
 
 1 1    Who  boast  the  honors  of  their  birth, 
 
 Such  real  dignity  can  claim, 
 
 As  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name. 
 
 2  To  them  the  privilege  is  given, 
 To  be  the  sons  and  heirs  of  heaven ; 
 Sons  of  the  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
 And  heirs  of  joy  beyond  the  sky. 
 
 3  His  will  he  makes  them  early  know, 
 And  teaches  their  young  feet  to  go ; 
 Whispers  instruction  to  their  minds, 
 And  on  their  hearts  his  precepts  binds. 
 
 4  Their  daily  wants  his  hands  supply ; 
 Their  steps  he  guards  with  watchful  eye ; 
 Leads  them  from  earth  to  heaven  above ; 
 And  crowns  them  with  eternal  love. 
 
 378 
 
 Sessions. 
 
AND   ADOPTION.  [585,  586. 
 
 5  If  I've  the  honor,  Lord,  to  be 
 One  of  this  num'rous  family, 
 
 On  me  the  gracious  gift  bestow, 
 To  call  thee  Abba,  Father,  too. 
 
 6  So  may  my  conduct  ever  prove 
 My  filial  piety  and  love ! 
 
 Whilst  all  my  brethren  clearly  trace 
 
 Their  Father's  likeness  on  my  face.  Stennett. 
 
 ^  q  m  C.  M.  Litchfield. 
 
 fjO^J.  Not  Forms  but  the  Spirit. 
 
 A^OT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
 ii    Xor  rites  that  God  has  given, 
 Xor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
 Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 
 
 2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 
 Creates  us  heirs  of  grace ; 
 
 Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
 A  new,  peculiar  race. 
 
 3  The  Spirit,,  like  some  heavenly  wind, 
 Breathes  on  the  sons  of  flesh ; 
 
 New  models  all  the  carnal  mind, 
 And  forms  the  man  afresh. 
 
 4  Our  quickened  souls  awake  and  rise 
 From  the  long  sleep  of  death ; 
 
 On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 
 
 And  praise  employs  our  breath.  Watts. 
 
 ^Qf*  C    Mi  SlLOAM. 
 
 fJOU*  Divine  Power  must  do  it. 
 
 HOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
 Unconscious  of  its  load ! 
 The  heart,  unchanged,  can  never  rise 
 
 To  happiness  and  God. 
 2  Can  aught,  except  the  power  divine, 
 
 The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
 'T  is  thine,  Almighty  Saviour,  thine 
 To  form  the  heart  anew. 
 379 
 
587.]  REGENERATION 
 
 3  'T  is  thine  the  passions  to  recall, 
 And  upward  bid  them  rise, 
 
 And  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
 From  reason's  darkened  eyes. 
 
 4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 
 And  bid  the  sinner  live  ; 
 
 A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
 'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 
 
 5  Oh  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 
 And  give  them  life  divine  : 
 
 Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers. 
 
 Almighty  Lord,  be  thine.  Steele. 
 
 587. 
 
 C.  M.  Melbourn. 
 
 *Tu  of  Grace. 
 
 GRACE,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed, 
 Abides  and  reigns  within  ; 
 Immortal  principles  forbid 
 The  sons  of  God  to  sin. 
 
 2  Xot  by  the  terrors  of  a  slave, 
 Do  they  perform  his  will, 
 
 But  with  the  noblest  powers  they  have, 
 His  sweet  commands  fulfill. 
 
 3  They  find  access  at  even-  hour, 
 To  God  within  the  vail : 
 
 Hence  they  derive  a  quickening  power, 
 And  joys  that  never  fail. 
 
 4  Oh  happy  souls !  oh  glorious  state 
 Of  overflowing  grace ! 
 
 To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seat, 
 And  see  his  lovely  face ! 
 
 5  Lord,  I  address  thy  heavenly  throne  : 
 Call  me  a  child  of  thine ; 
 
 Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
 To  form  my  heart  divine. 
 380 
 
AND   ADOPTION.  [588,  589. 
 
 6  There  shed  thy  choicest  love  abroad, 
 
 And  make  my  comforts  strong  ; 
 Then  will  I  say,'  "My  Father  God," 
 
 With  an  unwav'ring  tongue.  * 
 
 f*r\r\  P.  M.     Children's  Hos.,  p.  70. 
 
 OOO.  Hove  Thee. 
 
 THOU,  Lord,  reign'st  in  this  bosom, 
 There,  there  hast  thou  thy  throne  ; 
 Thou,  thou  know'st  that  I  love  thee, 
 Am  I  not  surely  thine  own  ? 
 O  Lord,  my  God ! 
 Am  I  not  surely  thine  own  ? 
 
 2  Speak,  Lord,  speak,  I  implore  thee, 
 Say,  say  I  shall  be  thine ; 
 
 Thou,  thou  know'st  that  I  love  thee, 
 Say  but  that  thou  wilt  be  mine : 
 Jesus,  my  God ! 
 Say  but  that  thou  wilt  be  mine. 
 
 3  Faith,  faith  now  has  embraced  thee, 
 Hope,  hope  pierces  the  skies, 
 
 Joy,  joy  now  hath  o'erwhelmed  me, 
 On  wings  of  bright  glory  I  rise : 
 Glory!  Glory! 
 
 I  am  forever  thine  own.  Anon. 
 
 589.  r, 
 
 S.  M.  Rowson, 
 
 tal  Union  to  Christ  in  Be  generation. 
 
 DEAR  Saviour,  we  are  thine 
 By  everlasting  bands ; 
 Our  names,  our  hearts,  we  would  resign, 
 Our  souls  are  in  thy  hands. 
 
 2  To  thee  we  still  would  cleave 
 
 With  ever-growing  zeal ; 
 If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
 
 Oh  let  them  ne'er  prevail. 
 381 
 
590.]  REGENERATION   AND   ADOPTION. 
 
 3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 
 
 Oar  souls  to  thee,  our  Head; 
 
 Shall  form  us  to  thy  image  bright, 
 
 That  we  thy  paths  may  tread. 
 
 4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 
 From  these  abodes  of  clay ; 
 
 But  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side, 
 Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 
 
 5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 
 Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear  ? 
 
 If  he  in  heaven  hath  fixed  his  throne, 
 
 He'll  fix  his  members  there.  Doddridge. 
 
 £A  A  4th  P.  M.  Ganges. 
 
 tst)  U  •     The  Sinner  must  be  bom  again. 
 
 AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
 My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 
 Exposed  to  endless  woe  ; 
 Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
 The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
 Or  else  to  ruin  go. 
 
 2  Amazed  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell, 
 Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell ; 
 
 For  death  and  hell  drew  near. 
 I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain — 
 The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
 
 Still  sounded  in  mine  ear. 
 
 3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
 It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head ; 
 
 I  no  relief  could  find. 
 This  fearful  truth  increased  my  pains, 
 The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
 
 O'erwhelmed  my  tortured  mind. 
 
 4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
 And  guilt  lay  heavy  on,  my  soul, 
 
 A  vast  oppressive  load  : 
 Alas !  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
 The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
 
 Or  feel  the  wrath  of  God. 
 382 
 
WITNESS    OF    THE    SPIRIT.  [591. 
 
 5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell, 
 How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell, 
 
 And  broke  the  fowler's  snare ; 
 Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain : 
 The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
 
 I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 
 
 6  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
 Jesus  of  Xaz'reth  passed  this  way, 
 
 I  felt  his  pity  move. 
 The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
 Xow  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 
 
 And  siugs  redeeming  love. 
 
 7  To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
 The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew, 
 
 And  loftier  notes  did  raise  ; 
 All  hail  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
 Unnumbered  millions  born  again, 
 
 Will  shout  thine  endless  praise.  Occim. 
 
 Witness  of  the  Spirit,  etc. 
 
 w/-\-j  L.    M.  ACKWORTH. 
 
 fJt)  JL.  The  Bliss  of  Assurance. 
 
 LORD,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 
 Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardoned  sin ; 
 Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea, 
 Their  minds  have  heaven  and  peace  within. 
 
 2  The  day  glides  sweetly  o'er  their  heads, 
 Made  up  of  innocence  and  love ; 
 
 And  soft,  and  silent  as  the  shades, 
 Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 
 
 3  Quick  as  their  thoughts,  their  joys  come  on, 
 But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away : 
 
 Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
 And  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 
 
 4  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heavenly  hills, 
 Where  groves  of  living  pleasure  grow  ; 
 
 And  longing  hopes,  and  cheerful  smiles, 
 Bit  undisturbed  upon  their  brow. 
 383 
 
592,  593.]     witness  of  the  spirit. 
 
 5  They  scorn  to  seek  earth's  golden  toys, 
 But  spend  the  day,  and  share  the  night, 
 
 In  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys 
 
 That  heaven  prepares  for  their  delight.  Watts. 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.  Modena. 
 
 Comforts,  Gifts,  and  Graces  of  the  Spirit 
 
 GOD  of  all  consolation, 
 The  Holy  Ghost  thou  art ; 
 Thy  secret  inspiration 
 
 Hath  told  it  to  my  heart : 
 The  blessing  I  inherit, 
 
 Through  Jesus'  prayer  bestowed, 
 The  Comforter,  the  Spirit, 
 The  true  eternal  God. 
 
 2  With  God  the  Son  and  Saviour, 
 With  God  the  Father  one, 
 
 The  tokens  of  his  favor 
 
 Are  now  to  man  made  known ; 
 An  antepast  of  heaven 
 
 Thou  dost  in  me  reveal, 
 Attest  my  sins  forgiven, 
 
 And  my  salvation  seal. 
 
 3  Th'  indubitable  witness 
 Of  thy  own  Deity, 
 
 Thou  giv'st  my  soul  its  fitness 
 
 Thy  glorious  face  to  see : 
 Thy  comforts,  gifts,  and  graces, 
 
 My  largest  thoughts  transcend, 
 And  challenge  endless  praises, 
 
 When  faith  in  sight  shall  end.  G  Wesley. 
 
 KOO  ^r(*  ^'  or  -^  ^  Rome. 
 
 DdtJ.  The  Witness  of  the  Spirit. 
 
 EARNEST  of  future  bliss, 
 Thee,  Holy  Ghost,  we  hail ; 
 Fountain  of  holiness, 
 
 Whose  comforts  never  fail ; 
 The  cleansing  gift  on  saints  bestowed, 
 The  witness  of  their  peace  with  God. 
 384 
 
ASSURANCE.  [594. 
 
 2  By  thee,  on  earth,  we  know, 
 Ourselves  in  Christ  renewed ; 
 
 Brought  bv  thy  grace  into 
 
 The  family  of  God  ; 
 Of  his  adopting  love  the  seal, 
 And  faithful  teacher  of  his  will. 
 
 3  Great  Comforter,  descend 
 In  gentle  breathings  down; 
 
 Preserve  us  to  the  end, 
 
 That  no  man  take  our  crown ; 
 Our  Guardian  still  vouchsafe  to  be, 
 Kor  surfer  us  to  go  from  thee.  Toplady. 
 
 rr\  4  6th  P.  M.  6  lines  7s.  Wood, 
 
 Ot/"i.    The  Spirit  of  God  divelleth  in  you. 
 
 ABBA,  Father,  hear  thy  child, 
 Late  in  Jesus  reconciled ; 
 Hear,  and  all  the  graces  shower, 
 All  the  joy,  and  peace,  and  power; 
 All  my  Saviour  asks  above, 
 All  the  life  and  heaven  of  love. 
 
 2  Lord,  I  will  not  let  thee  go 
 Till  the  blessing  thou  bestow ; 
 Hear  my  Advocate  divine  : 
 Lo  !  to  his  my  suit  I  join  : 
 Joined  to  his,  it  can  not  fail : 
 Bless  me ;  for  I  will  prevail. 
 
 3  Heavenly  Father,  life  divine, 
 Change  my  nature  into  thine ; 
 
 Move,  and  spread  throughout  my  soul, 
 
 Actuate,  and  fill  the  whole : 
 
 Be  it  I  no  longer  now 
 
 living  in  the  flesh,  but  thou.    • 
 
 4  Holy  Ghost,  no  more  delay; 
 Come,  and  in  thy  temple  stay : 
 Now  thine  inward  witness  bear, 
 Strong,  and  permanent,  and  clear : 
 Spring  of  life,  thyself  impart; 
 
 Rise  eternal  in  my  heart,  C.  Wesley. 
 
 K     .  385 
 
595,  596.]      witness  of  the  spirit. 
 
 ^r\^  S.  M.  Hob  art. 
 
 t)  t/fJ  •         Kno  wit  dge  of  Fo  rg  iven  e$3. 
 
 HOW  can  a  sinner  know 
 His  sins  on  earth  forgiven  ? 
 How  can  my  gracious  Saviour  show 
 3Iy  name  inscribed  in  heaven  f 
 
 2  What  we  have  felt  and  seen, 
 With  confidence  we  tell ; 
 
 And  publish  to  the  sons  of  men, 
 The  signs  infallible. 
 
 3  We  who  in  Christ  believe 
 That  he  for  us  hath  died, 
 
 We  all  his  unknown  peace  receive, 
 And  feel  his  blood  applied. 
 
 4  Exults  our  rising  soul, 
 Disburdened  of  her  load, 
 
 And  swells,  unutterably  full 
 Of  glory  and  of  God. 
 
 5  His  love,  surpassing  far 
 The  love  of  all  beneath, 
 
 We  find  within  our  hearts,  and  dare 
 The  pointless  darts  of  death. 
 
 6  Stronger  than  death  or  hell, 
 The  sacred  power  we  prove ; 
 
 And  conquerors  of  the  world,  we  dwell 
 
 In  heaven,  who  dwell  in  love.  C.  Wesley, 
 
 ^nr*  S.  M.  Silver  Street. 
 
 £j€/0«  ^ie  indwelling  Spirit. 
 
 TTTE  by  his  Spirit  prove, 
 T  ?     And  know  the  things  of  God — 
 The  things  which  freely  of  his  love 
 He  hath  on  us  bestowed. 
 
 2  His  Spirit,  which  he  gave, 
 
 Now  dwells  in  us,  we  know : 
 The  witness  in  ourselves  we  have, 
 
 And  all  its  fruits  we  show. 
 386 
 
ASSURANCE.  [597. 
 
 3  The  meek  and  lowly  heart, 
 That  in  our  Saviour  was, 
 
 To  us  his  Spirit  does  impart, 
 And  signs  us  with  his  cross. 
 
 4  Our  nature's  turned,  our  mind 
 Transformed  in  all  its  powers ; 
 
 And  both  the  witnesses  are  joined, — 
 Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  with  ours. 
 
 5  Whatfe'er  our  pard'ning  Lord 
 Commands,  we  gladly  do; 
 
 And,  guided  by  his  sacred  word, 
 We  all  his  steps  pursue. 
 
 6  His  glory  our  design, 
 
 We  live  our  God  to  please  ; 
 And  rise,  with  filial  fear  divine, 
 
 To  perfect  holiness.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 vrvry  lst  P-  ^  6  ^nes  8s-      St-  Helen's. 
 
 OtJ  i  •       The  Signature  of  divine  Love. 
 
 TTTHEX  shall  I  hear  the  inward  voice, 
 T I     Which  only  faithful  souls  can  hear  ? 
 Pardon,  and  peace,  and  heavenly  joys, 
 
 Attend  the  promised  Comforter  : 
 Oh  come,  and  righteousness  divine, 
 And  Christ,  and  all  with  Chjpt,  are  mine. 
 
 2  Oh  that  the  Comforter  would  come, 
 Xor  visit  as  a  transient  guest ; 
 
 But  fix  in  me  his  constant  home, 
 
 And  keep  possession  of  my  breast, 
 And  make  my  soid  his  loved  abode, 
 The  temple  of  indwelling  God. 
 
 3  C-ome,  Holy  Ghost,  my  heart  inspire ; 
 Attest  that  I  am  born  again ; 
 
 Come,  and  baptize  me  now  with  fire, 
 
 Xor  let  thy  former  gifts  be  vain : 
 I  can  not  rest  in  sins  forgiven ; 
 Where  is  the  earnest  of  my  heaven? 
 387 
 
598, 599.]  holiness 
 
 4  Where  is  that  sure  and  promised  seal, 
 
 Which  ascertains  the  kingdom  mine  ? 
 The  powerful  stamp  I  long  to  feel, — 
 
 The  signature  of  love  divine  ; 
 Oh  shed  it  in  my  heart  abroad, 
 Fullness  of  love,  of  heaven,  of  God !  C.  Wesley. 
 
 ^aq  CM.  Farewell. 
 
 tJiJvJ*   The  Earnest  and  Pledge  of  Joy  to  come. 
 
 TT7HY  should  the  children  of  a  King 
 
 T  f    Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
 Great  Comforter,  descend  and  bring 
 The  tokens  of  thy  grace. 
 
 2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints, 
 And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
 
 When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
 And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 
 
 3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 
 In  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 
 
 And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
 That  I  am  born  of  God. 
 
 4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, — 
 The  pledge  of  joys  to  come ; 
 
 May  thy  blest  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
 
 Safely  convey  me  home.  Watts. 
 
 Holiness  of  Heart  and  Life. 
 
 ^aa  3rd  P.  or  H.  M.  Burnham. 
 
 0*J?J9  We  shall  from  Sin  be  free. 
 
 T7E  ransomed  sinners,  hear, 
 X    The  pris 'ners  of  the  Lord : 
 And  wait  till  Christ  appear, 
 
 According  to  his  word  : 
 .Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
 We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 
 3.88 
 
OF  HEART  AND   LIFE.  [600. 
 
 2  Let  others  hug  their  chains, 
 For  sin  and  Satan  plead, 
 
 And  say,  from  sin's  remains 
 
 They  never  can  be  freed ; 
 Eejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
 
 We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 
 
 3  In  God  we  put  our  trust ; 
 If  we  our  sins  confess, 
 
 Faithful  is  he,  and  just, 
 
 From  all  unrighteousness 
 To  cleanse  us  all,  both  you  and  me, 
 
 We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 
 
 4  Who  Jesus'  suff 'rings  share, 
 My  fellow-pris'ners  now, 
 
 Ye  soon  the  wreath  shall  wear 
 On  your  triumphant  brow : 
 Eejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
 We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 
 
 5  The  word  of  God  is  sure, 
 And  never  can  remove  ; 
 
 We  shall  in  heart  be  pure, 
 
 And  perfected  in  love  : 
 Eejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
 
 We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 pr\r\  C.  M.  Warwick. 
 
 01/  \J .  Bought  with  a  Price. 
 
 LET  Him  to  whom  we  now  belong, 
 His  sovereign  right  assert ; 
 And  take  up  every  thankful  song, 
 And  every  loving  heart. 
 
 2  He  justly  claims  us  for  his  own, 
 Who  bought  us  with  a  price : 
 
 The  Christian  lives  to  Christ  alone, 
 To  Christ  alone  he  dies. 
 
 3  Jesus,  thine  own  at  last  receive, 
 Fulfill  our  heart's  desire  ; 
 
 And  let  us  to  thy  glory  live, 
 And  in  thy  cause  expire ! 
 389 
 
601,  602.]  HOLINESS 
 
 4  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign; 
 
 With  joy  we  render  thee 
 Our  all,  no  longer  ours,  but  thine 
 
 To  all  eternity.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 r*  a-|  C.  M.  Alida. 
 
 0 U  X  •       TJie  Hop e  of  on r  h  igh  Ca lling. 
 
 TT^HAT  is  our  calling's  glorious  .hope, 
 !  T     But  inward  holiness  ? 
 For  tins  to  Jesus  I  look  up ; 
 I  calmly  wait  for  this. 
 
 1  wait  till  he  shall  touch  me  clean, 
 
 Shall  life  and  power  impart ; 
 Give  me  the  faith  that  casts  out  sin, 
 And  purifies  the  heart. 
 
 2  This  is  the  dear  redeeming  grace, 
 For  every  sinner  free  ; 
 
 Surely  it  shall  on  me  take  place, 
 
 The  chief  of  sinners, — me. 
 From  all  iniquity,  from  all, 
 
 He  shall  my  soul  redeem ; 
 In  Jesus  I  believe,  and  shall 
 
 Believe  myself  to  him. 
 
 3  When  Jesus  makes  my  heart  his  home, 
 My  sin  shall  all  depart; — 
 
 And,  lo  !  he  saith,  I  quickly  come, 
 
 To  fill  and  rule  thy  heart. 
 Be  it  according  to  thy  word : 
 
 Redeem  me  from  all  sin  ; 
 My  heart  would  now  receive  thee,  Lord ; 
 
 Come  in,  my  Lord,  come  in !  C.  Wesley. 
 
 p[\£)  L.  M.  Reliance. 
 
 OU^.  Be  ye  holy! 
 
 HE  wills  that  I  should  holy  be ; 
 That  holiness  I  long  to  feel : 
 That  full,  divine  conformity 
 
 To  all  my  Saviour's  righteous  will. 
 ^390 
 
OF   HEART   AND    LIFE.  [603. 
 
 2  See,  Lord,  the  travail  of  thy  soul, 
 Accomplished  in  the  change  of  mine ; 
 
 And  plunge  me,  every  whit  made  whole, 
 In  all  the  depths  of  love  divine ! 
 
 3  On  thee,  O  God,  my  soul  is  stayed, 
 And  waits  to  prove  thine  utmost  will : 
 
 The  promise  by  thy  mercy  made, 
 Thou  canst,  thou  wilt  in  me  fulfill. 
 
 4  No  more  I  stagger  at  thy  power, 
 
 Or  doubt  thy  truth,  which  can  not  move : 
 Hasten  the  long-expected  hour, 
 
 And  bless  me  with  thy  perfect  love.         C.  Wesley. 
 
 C.  M.  "Woodland. 
 
 Prayer  for  the  refining  Fire. 
 Y  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine, 
 
 603. 
 M 
 
 And  will  not  quit  my  claim, 
 Till  all  I  have  is  lost  in  thine, 
 And  all  renewed  I  am. 
 
 2  I  hold  thee  with  a  trembling  hand, 
 And  will  not  let  thee  go, 
 
 Till  steadfastly  by  faith  I  stand, 
 And  all  thy  goodness  know. 
 
 3  Jesus,  thine  all-victorious  love 
 Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  : 
 
 Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
 Rooted  and  fixed  in  God. 
 
 4  Oh  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire 
 Might  now  begin  to  glow ! 
 
 Burn  up  the  dross  of  base  desire, 
 And  make  the  mountains  flow ! 
 
 5  Oh  that  it  now  from  heaven  might  fall, 
 And  all  my  sins  consume ! 
 
 Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  thee  I  call, 
 Spirit  of  burning,  come. 
 391 
 
604,  605.]  HOLINESS 
 
 6  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart, 
 
 Illuminate  my  soul ; 
 Scatter  thy  life  through  every  part, 
 
 And  sanctify  the  whole.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 . 
 
 pf\  A  C.  M.  Joyful  Sound. 
 
 OUtc.  Panting  for  the  full  Gospel  Blessing. 
 
 OH  joyful  sound  of  gospel  grace, 
 Christ  shall  in  me  appear ! 
 I,  even  I,  shall  see  his  face  ; 
 
 I  shall  be  holy  here. 
 The  glorious  crown  of  righteousness, 
 
 To  me  reached  out,  I  view ; 
 Conqu'ror  through  him  I  soon  shall  seize, 
 And  wear  it  as  my  due. 
 
 2  The  promised  land,  from  Pisgah's  top, 
 I  now  exult  to  see  : 
 
 My  hope  is  full  (oh  glorious  hope !) 
 
 Of  immortality. 
 With  me,  I  know,  I  feel  thou  art ; 
 
 But  this  can  not  suffice, 
 Unless  thou  plantest  in  my  heart 
 
 A  constant  paradise. 
 
 3  My  earth  thou  waterest  from  on  high, 
 But  make  it  all  a  pool : 
 
 Spring  up,  O  well,  I  ever  cry 
 
 Spring  up  within  my  soul ! 
 Come,  O  my  God,  thyself  reveal, 
 
 Fill  all  this  mighty  void  ; 
 Thou  only  canst  my  spirit  fill : 
 
 Come,  O  my  God,  my  God !  C.   Wesley. 
 
 S.  M.  Philips. 
 
 Write  thy  Law  upon  my  Heart 
 
 THE  thing  my  God  doth  hate, 
 That  I  no  more  may  do, 
 Thy  creature,  Lord,  again  create, 
 And  all  my  soul  renew. 
 
 392 
 
OF   HEART    AND   LIFE.  [606. 
 
 2  My  soul  shall  then,  like  thine, 
 Abhor  the  thing  unclean, 
 
 And,  sanctified  by  love  divine, 
 Forever  cease  from  sin. 
 
 3  That  blessed  law  of  thine, 
 Jesus,  to  me  impart ; 
 
 The  Spirit's  law  of  life  divine, 
 Oh  !  write  it  in  my  heart. 
 
 4  Implant  it  deep  within, 
 Whence  it  may  ne'er  remove, 
 
 The  law  of  liberty  from  sin, 
 The  perfect  law  of  love. 
 
 5  Thy  nature  be  my  law, 
 Thy  spotless  sanctity ; 
 
 And  sweetly  every  moment  draw 
 My  happy  soul  to  thee. 
 
 6  Soul  of  my  soul,  remain  ! 
 Who  didst  for  all  fulfill, 
 
 In  me,  O  Lord,  fulfill  again 
 
 Thy  heavenly  Father's  will.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 nr\rk  L.  M.  Devotion. 
 
 OUO.  Your  Life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God. 
 
 "\TE  faithful  souls,  who  Jesus  know, 
 _L  If  risen  indeed  with  him  ye  are, 
 Superior  to  the  joys  below, 
 
 His  resurrection's  power  declare. 
 
 2  Your  faith  by  holy  tempers  prove  : 
 By  actions  show  your  sins  forgiven : 
 
 And  seek  the  glorious  things  above, 
 
 And  follow  Christ  your  Head  to  heaven. 
 
 3  There  your  exalted  Saviour  see, 
 Seated  at  God's  right  hand  again, 
 
 In  all  his  Father's  majesty, 
 In  everlasting  pomp  to  reign. 
 E2  393 
 
607,  608.]  HOLINESS 
 
 4  To  him  continually  aspire, 
 Contending  for  }Tour  native  place ; 
 
 And  emulate  the  angel  choir, 
 And  only  live  to  love  and  praise. 
 
 5  For  who  by  faith  your  Lord  receive, 
 Ye  nothing  seek  or  want  beside ; 
 
 Dead  to  the  world  and  sin  ye  live ; 
 Your  creature-love  is  crucified. 
 
 6  Your  real  life,  with  Christ  concealed, 
 Deep  in  the  Father's  bosom  lies ; 
 
 And  glorious  as  your  Head  revealed, 
 
 Ye  soon  shall  meet  him  in  the  skies.        C.  Wesley. 
 
 607. 
 
 L.  M.  Aiken. 
 
 TJie  all-sufficient  Portion. 
 
 OLORD,  thy  sovereign  aid  impart, 
 And  guard  the  gift  thyself  hast  given : 
 My  portion,  thou,  my  treasure  art, 
 My  life,  and  happiness,  and  heaven. 
 
 2  Would  aught  on  earth  my  wishes  share  ? 
 Though  dear  as  life  the  idol  be, 
 
 The  idol  from  my  breast  I  '11  tear, 
 Resolved  to  seek  my  all  in  thee. 
 
 3  Whate'er  I  fondly  counted  mine, 
 To  thee,  my  Lord,  I  here  restore ; 
 
 Gladly  I  all  to  thee  resign  ; 
 
 Give  me  thyself,  I  ask  no  more.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 608. 
 
 1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.     Gloucester. 
 Circumspection. 
 
 WATCHED  by  the  world's  malignant  eye, 
 Who  load  us  with  reproach  and  shame, 
 As  servants  of  the  Lord  most  high, 
 As  zealous  for  his  glorious  name, 
 We  ought  in  all  his  paths  to  move 
 With  holy  fear  and  humble  love. 
 394 
 
OF   HEART   AND    LIFE.  [609,610, 
 
 2  That  wisdom,  Lord,  on  us  bestow, 
 
 From  every  evil  to  depart ; 
 To  stop  the  mouth  of  every  foe, 
 
 While,  upright  both  in  life  and  heart, 
 The  proofs  of  godly  fear  we  give, 
 And  show  them  how  the  Christians  live.      C.  Wesley. 
 
 609. 
 
 L.  M.  Oberlxn. 
 
 Waiting  for  the  Promise. 
 
 0  JESUS,  full  of  truth  and  grace ! 
 O  all-atoning  Lamb  of  God ! 
 
 1  wait  to  see  thy  glorious  face : 
 
 I  seek  redemption  in  thy  blood. 
 
 2  Thou  art  the  anchor  of  my  hope : 
 The  faithful  promise  I  receive : 
 
 Surely  thy  death  shall  raise  me  up, 
 For  thou  hast  died  that  I  might  live. 
 
 3  Satan,  with  all  his  arts,  no  more 
 Me  from  the  gospel  hope  can  move ; 
 
 I  shall  receive  the  gracious  power, 
 And  find  the  pearl  of  perfect  love. 
 
 4  My  flesh,  which  cries. — It  can  not  be, 
 Shall  silence  keep  before  the  Lord  ; 
 
 And  earth,  and  hell,  and  sin  shall  flee 
 
 At  Jesus'  everlasting  word.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 610. 
 
 1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.     Gloucester, 
 
 The  Promises  are  sure. 
 
 PRIS'KERS  of  hope,  be  strong,  be  bold; 
 Cast  off  your  doubts,  disdain  to  fear; 
 Dare  to  believe  ;  on  Christ  lay  hold ; 
 
 Wrestle  with  Christ  in  mighty  prayer; 
 Tell  him, — We  will  not  let  thee  go, 
 Till  we  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 
 395 
 
611.]  HOLINESS 
 
 2  Hast  thou  not  died  to  purge  our  sin, 
 And  risen,  thy  death  for  us  to  plead  ? 
 
 To  write  thy  law  of  love  within 
 
 Our  hearts,  and  make  us  free  indeed  ? 
 That  we  our  Eden  might  regain, 
 Thou  diedst,  and  couldst  not  die  in  vain. 
 
 3  The  promise  stands,  forever  sure, 
 And  we  shall  in  thine  image  shine, 
 
 Partakers  of  a  nature  pure, 
 Holy,  angelical,  divine  ; 
 In  Spirit  joined  to  thee,  the  Son, 
 As  thou  art  with  thy  Father  one.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 611. 
 
 C.  M.  Eehfeld. 
 
 Self-Dedication  to  the  Lord. 
 
 RETURN,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest ! 
 From  God  no  longer  roam ; 
 His  hand  hath  bountifully  blest ; 
 His  goodness  calls  thee  home. 
 
 2  What  shall  I  render  unto  thee, 
 My  Saviour  in  distress, 
 
 For  all  thy  benefits  to  me, 
 So  great  and  numberless  ? 
 
 3  This  will  I  do  for  thy  love's  sake. 
 And  thus  thy  power  proclaim  ; 
 
 The  cup  of  thy  salvation  take, 
 And  call  upon  thy  name. 
 
 4  Thou  God  of  covenanted  grace, 
 Hear  and  record  my  vow, 
 
 While  in  thy  courts  I  seek  thy  face, 
 And  at  thine  altar  bow  : — 
 
 5  Henceforth  to  thee  myself  I  give  ; 
 With  single  heart  and  eye 
 
 To  walk  before  thee  while  I  live, 
 
 And  bless  thee  when  I  die.  Montgomery. 
 
 396 
 
OF   HEART    AND    LIFE.  [612,  613. 
 
 p*  f\  C.  If.  Balerma. 
 
 OX/w«     Blessed  are  the  Pure  in  Heart. 
 
 OH  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
 A  heart  from  sin  set  free ! 
 A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
 So  freely  spilt  for  me. 
 
 2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 
 My  great  Redeemer's  throne  : 
 
 Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
 Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 
 
 3  Oh  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart ! 
 Believing,  true,  and  clean  ; 
 
 Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
 From  Him  that  dwells  within. 
 
 4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 
 And  full  of  love  divine ; 
 
 Perfect,,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
 A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 
 
 5  My  heart,  thou  know'st,  can  never  rest, 
 Till  thou  create  my  peace, 
 
 Till  of  my  Eden  repossessed, 
 From  every  sin  I  cease. 
 
 6  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 
 Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
 
 Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
 
 Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love.  C.  Wesley* 
 
 /iiQ  L.  M.  Edwards. 
 
 U-LO.  Pie-stored  to  thine  Image* 
 
 OGOD,  most  merciful  and  true, 
 Thy  nature  to  my  soul  impart, 
 '^tablish  with  me  the  cov  nant  new, 
 And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 
 
 2  To  real  holiness  restored, 
 
 Oh  let  me  gain  my  Saviour's  mind, 
 And  in  the  knowledge  of  my  Lord, 
 
 Fullness  of  life  eternal  find ! 
 397 
 
614.]  HOLINESS  ' 
 
 3  "Remember,  Lord,  my  sins  no  more, 
 That  them  I  may  no  more  forget : 
 
 But,  sunk  in  guiltless  shame,  adore 
 With  speechless  wonder  at  thy  feet. 
 
 4  O'erwhelmed  with  thy  stupendous  grace, 
 I  shall  not  in  thy  presence  move, 
 
 But  breathe  unutterable  praise, 
 
 And  rapt'rous  awe,  and  silent  love. 
 
 5  Then  every  murmuring  thought,  and  vain, 
 Expires,  in  sweet  confusion  lost : 
 
 I  can  not  of  my  cross  complain, 
 I  can  not  of  my  goodness  boast. 
 
 6  Pardoned  for  all  that  I  have  done, 
 My  mouth  as  in  the  dust  I  hide ; 
 
 And  glory  give  to  God  alone, 
 
 My  God  in  Jesus  pacified !  C.  Wesley. 
 
 614. 
 
 L.  M.  Alfreton. 
 
 Prayer  for  Holiness. 
 
 OTHOU,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
 The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
 Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee ; 
 Oh  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free ! 
 
 2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross, 
 Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross ; 
 Hallow  each  thought,  let  all  within 
 Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 
 
 3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 
 Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way ; 
 No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 
 
 Xo  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 
 
 4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
 When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
 Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 
 
 And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 
 398 
 
OF   HEART   AND   LIFE.  [615,  616. 
 
 5  Saviour,  where'er  thy  steps  I  see, 
 Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  thee, 
 Oh  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
 And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill ! 
 
 6  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
 My  strength  proportion  to  my  day ; 
 Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
 
 Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace.        J.  Wesley. 
 
 615. 
 
 L.  M.  Oblahd. 
 
 Thine  only  would  I  be. 
 
 C10ME,  Saviour,  Jesus,  from  above! 
 /Assist  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace ! 
 Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 
 And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place. 
 
 2  Oh  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill, 
 And  set  my  longing  spirit  free ; 
 
 Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 
 But  night  and  day  to  feast  on  thee. 
 
 3  That  path  with  humble  speed  I'll  seek, 
 In  which  my  Saviour's  footsteps  shine, 
 
 Xor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  speak, 
 Of  any  other  love  but  thine. 
 
 4  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 
 Divide  this  consecrated  soul ; 
 
 Possess  it  thou,  who  hast  the  right, 
 
 As  Lord  and  Master  of  the  whole.  J.  Wesley. 
 
 fi-t  n  L.  M.  Forest. 
 
 bit).  The  Well  of  living  Water. 
 
 JESUS,  the  gift  divine  I  know, 
 The  gift  divine  I  ask  of  thee  ; 
 The  living  water  now  bestow, 
 Thy  Spirit  and  thyself,  on  me. 
 399 
 
617.]  CHRISTIAN   PERFECTION. 
 
 2  For  thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 
 None  else  can  give  or  take  away; 
 
 Oh  may  I  find  it  in  my  heart, 
 And  with  me  may  it  ever  stay. 
 
 3  Thus  may  I  drink,  and  thirst  no  more 
 For  drops  of  finite  happiness ; 
 
 Spring  up,  O  well,  in  heavenly  power, 
 
 In  streams  of  pure  perennial  peace.         C.  Wesley. 
 
 617. 
 
 Christian  Perfection. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.  Prayer- 
 
 The  Mind  that  was  in  Christ 
 
 JESUS,  plant  and  root  in  me 
 All  the  mind  that  was  in  thee  ; 
 Settled  peace  I  then  shall  find ; 
 Jesus'  is  a  quiet  mind. 
 
 2  Anger  I  no  more  shall  feel, — 
 Always  even,  always  still ; 
 Meekly  on  my  God  reclined ; 
 Jesus'  is  a  gentle  mind. 
 
 3  I  shall  suffer  and  fulfill 
 
 All  my  Father's  gracious  will ; 
 Be  in  all  alike  resigned ; 
 Jesus'  is  a  patient  mind. 
 
 4  When  't  is  deeply  rooted  here, 
 Perfect  love  shall  cast  out  fear ; 
 Fear  doth  servile  spirits  bind ; 
 Jesus'  is  a  noble  mind. 
 
 5  I  shall  nothing  know  beside 
 Jesus,  and  him  crucified : 
 Perfectly  to  him  be  joined ; 
 Jesus'  is  a  loving  mind. 
 
 6  I  shall  triumph  evermore  ; 
 Gratefully  my  God  adore  ; 
 God  so  good,  so  true,  so  kind ; 
 Jesus'  is  a  thankful  mind. 
 
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CHRISTIAN   PERFECTION.         [618,  G19. 
 
 7  Lowly,  living,  meek  and  pure, 
 
 1  shall  to  the  end  endure : 
 Be  no  more  to  sin  inclined ; 
 Jesus'  is  a  constant  mind. 
 
 8  I  shall  fully  be  restored 
 To  the  image  of  my  Lord ; 
 Witnessing  to  all  mankind, 
 
 Jesus'  is  a  perfect  mind.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 n-t  q  C.  M.  Stephens. 
 
 U_LO.  Entire  Purification. 
 
 FOREVER  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
 Close  to  thy  bleeding  side ; 
 *T  is  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, — 
 For  me  the  Saviour  died. 
 
 2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 
 Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
 
 Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
 And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 
 
 3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own ; 
 Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art ; 
 
 Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, — 
 My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 
 
 4  TV  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 
 Till  faith  to  sight  improve ; 
 
 Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
 And  all  my  soul  be  love.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 /i-|  q  4th  P.  M.  8s  &  6s.  Bremen. 
 
 v)JL*/.  Panting  after  the  Fullness  of  Love. 
 
 OLO VE  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
 When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
 All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 
 I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
 The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, — 
 The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 
 401 
 
620.]  CHRISTIAN   PERFECTION. 
 
 2  Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell ; 
 Its  riches  are  unsearchable ; 
 
 The  first-born  sons  of  light 
 Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see ; 
 They  can  not  reach  the  mystery, 
 
 The  length,  the  breadth,  the  height. 
 
 3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God ; 
 Oh  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 
 
 In  this  poor  stony  heart : 
 For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine  ; 
 This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine ; 
 
 Be  mine  tins  better  part. 
 
 4  Oh  that  I  could  forever  sit 
 With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet ! 
 
 Be  this  my  happy  choice ; 
 My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
 My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this, 
 
 To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice.- 
 
 5  Oh  that  I  could,  with  favored  John, 
 Recline  my  weary  head  upon 
 
 The  dear  Redeemer's  breast: 
 From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
 Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 
 
 My  everlasting  rest.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 S.  M.  Elmswood. 
 
 &\J.  Do  all  Tilings  to  the  Glory  of  God. 
 
 GOD  of  almighty  love, 
 By  whose  sufficient  grace 
 I  lift  my  heart  to  things  above, 
 And  humbly  seek  thy  face  : 
 Through  Jesus  Christ,  the  Just, 
 
 My  faint  desires  receive, 
 And  let  me  in  thy  goodness  trust, 
 And  to  thy  glory  live. 
 
 402 
 
CHRISTIAN   PERFECTION.  [621. 
 
 2  Whatever  I  say  or  do, 
 
 Thy  glory  be  my  aim  ; 
 My  ofFrings  all  be  offered  through 
 
 The  ever-blessed  Xarne. 
 Jesus,  my  single  eye 
 
 Be  fixed  on  thee  alone : 
 Thy  name  be  praised  on  earth,  on  high ; 
 
 Thy  will  by  all  be  done.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 621. 
 
 S.  M.  Edinsboro. 
 
 For  entire  Consecration. 
 
 JESUS,  my  strength,  my  hope, 
 On  thee  I  cast  my  care  ; 
 With  humble  confidence  look  up, 
 
 And  know  thou  nearest  my  prayer. 
 Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 
 
 Till  I  can  all  things  do ; 
 On  thee, — almighty  to  create, 
 Almighty  to  renew. 
 
 2  I  want  a  sober  mind, 
 A  self-renouncing  will, 
 
 That  tramples  down,  and  casts  behind, 
 
 The  baits  of  pleasing  ill : 
 A  soul  inured  to  pain, 
 
 To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss  ; 
 Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain, 
 
 The  consecrated  cross. 
 
 3  I  want  a  godly  fear, 
 
 A  quick  discerning  eye, 
 That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 
 
 And  sees  the  tempter  fly  : 
 A  spirit  still  prepared, 
 
 And  armed  with  jealous  care ; 
 Forever  standing  on  its  guard; 
 
 And  watching  unto  prayer.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 403 
 
622,  623.]  CHRISTIAN   PERFECTION. 
 
 C.  M.  Dedham. 
 
 The  Believer  s  Rest. 
 
 LORD,  I  believe  a  rest  remains, 
 To  all  thy  people  known ; 
 A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
 And  thou  art  loved  alone : 
 
 2  A  rest  where  all  our  soul's  desire 
 Is  fixed  on  things  above  ; 
 
 "Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire, 
 Cast  out  by  perfect  love 
 
 3  Oh  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 
 Believe,  and  enter  in  : 
 
 Now,  Saviour,  now  the  power  bestow, 
 And  let  me  cease  from  sin. 
 
 4  Remove  this  hardness  from  my  heart ; 
 This  unbelief  remove : 
 
 To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, — 
 
 The  Sabbath  of  thy  love.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.  Prayer. 
 
 Jesus  will  perfect  in  Holiness. 
 
 JESUS  comes  with  all  his  grace, 
 Comes  to  save  a  fallen  race ; 
 Object  of  our  glorious  hope ; 
 Jesus  comes  to  lift  us  up ! 
 
 2  Let  the  living  stones  cry  out ; 
 Let  the  sons  of  Abrah'm  shout : 
 Praise  ye  all  our  lowly  King ; 
 Give  him  thanks:  rejoice,  and  sing. 
 
 3  He  hath  our  salvation  wrought ; 
 He  our  captive  souls  hath  bought: 
 He  hath  reconciled  to  God : 
 
 He  hath  washed  us  in  his  blood. 
 
 4  We  are  now  his  lawful  right ; 
 Walk  as  children  of  the  light : 
 We  shall  soon  obtain  the  grace, 
 Pure  in  heart,  to  see  his  face. 
 
 404 
 
CHRISTIAN   PERFECTION.         [624,  625. 
 
 5  We  shall  gain  our  calling's  prize  ; 
 
 After  God  we  all  shall  rise, 
 
 Filled  with  joy,  and  love,  and  peace, 
 
 Perfected  in  holiness.  d  Wesley. 
 
 r*{\  a  L.  M.  Duane  Street. 
 
 Orvi,    Thirsting  for  the  Fullness  of  Love. 
 
 T  THIRST,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God, 
 X  To  wash  me  in  thy  cleansing  blood  : 
 To  dwell  within  thy  wounds :  then  pain 
 Is  sweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 
 
 2  Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
 Forever  closed  to  all  but  thee : 
 
 Seal  thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
 That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 
 
 3  How  blest  are  they  who  still  abide 
 Close  sheltered  in  thy  bleeding  side ! 
 "Who  thence  their  life  and  strength  derive, 
 And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live. 
 
 4  What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  death, 
 Till  thou  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe  ? 
 Thou  giv'st  the  power  thy  grace  to  move ; 
 Oh  wondrous  grace!  oh  boundless  love! 
 
 5  How  can  it  be,  thou  heavenly  King, 
 That  thou  shouldst  us  to  glory  bring ; 
 Make  slaves  the  partners  of  thy  throne, 
 Decked  with  a  never-fading  crown  ? 
 
 6  Hence  our  hearts  melt,  our  eyes  o'erflow, 
 Our  words  are  lost,  nor  will  we  know, 
 Nor  will  we  think  of  aught  beside, — 
 
 My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 S.  It  Dikeman. 
 
 Glorious  Liberty. 
 
 OH  come,  and  dwell  in  me, 
 Spirit  of  power  within  : 
 And  bring  the  glorious  liberty 
 From  sorrow,  fear  and  sin ! 
 405 
 
626.]  CHRISTIAN   PERFECTION. 
 
 2  The  seed  of  sin's  disease, 
 Spirit  of  health,  remove, — ■ 
 
 Spirit  of  finished  holiness, 
 Spirit  of  perfect  love. 
 
 3  Hasten  the  joyful  day 
 Which  shall  my  sins  consume ; 
 
 When  old  things  shall  be  done  away, 
 And  all  things  new  become. 
 
 4  I  want  the  witness,  Lord, 
 That  all  I  do  is  right, — 
 
 According  to  thy  will  and  word, 
 Well  pleasing  in  thy  sight, — 
 
 5  I  ask  no  higher  state ; 
 Indulge  me  but  in  this, 
 
 And  soon  or  later  then  translate 
 
 To  my  eternal  bliss.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 n>r\p  CM.  Colchester. 
 
 O/^U.  Thy  Commandments  are  exceeding  broad. 
 
 DEEPEN  the  wound  thy  hands  have  made 
 In  this  weak,  helpless  soul: 
 Till  mercy,  with  its  balmy  aid, 
 Descend  to  make  me  whole. 
 
 2  The  sharpness  of  thy  two-edged  sword 
 Enable  me  t'  endure ; 
 
 Till  bold  to  say, — My  haU'wing  Lord 
 Hath  wrought  a  perfect  cure. 
 
 3  I  see  th'  exceeding  broad  command, 
 Which  all  contains  in  one : 
 
 Enlarge  my  heart  to  understand 
 The  mystery  unknown. 
 
 4  Oh  that,  with  all  thy  saints,  I  might 
 By  sweet  experience  prove, 
 
 What  is  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 
 
 And  depth  of  perfect  love.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 406 
 
CHRISTIAN  PEPwFECTION.      [627,  628,  629. 
 
 n(\iy  L.  M.  Retreat. 
 
 0/v  I  •  Christ  all  in  all. 
 
 HOLY,  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord, 
 I  wait  to  prove  thy  perfect  will : 
 Be  mindful  of  thy  gracious  word, 
 And  stamp  me  with  thy  Spirit's  seal. 
 
 2  Open  my  faith's  interior  eye ; 
 Display  thy  glory  from  above  ; 
 
 And  all  I  am  shall  sink  and  die, 
 Lost  in  astonishment  and  love. 
 
 3  Confound,  o'erpower  me  by  thy  grace ; 
 I  would  be  by  myself  abhorred ; 
 
 All  might,  all  majesty,  all  praise, 
 All  glory,  be  to  Christ  my  Lord. 
 
 4  Jsow  let  me  gain  perfection's  height ; 
 Now  let  me  into  nothing  fall, 
 
 As  less  than  nothing  in  thy  sight, 
 
 And  feel  that  Christ  is  all  in  all.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 628. 
 
 S.  M. 
 Purity  of  Heart. 
 
 BLEST  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
 For  they  shall  see  our  God ; 
 The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs ; 
 Their  soul  is  his  abode. 
 
 2  Still  to  the  lowly  soul 
 He  doth  himself  impart, 
 
 And  for  his  temple  and  his  throne 
 Selects  the  pure  in  heart. 
 
 Ozrem:. 
 
 Keble. 
 
 629. 
 
 L.  M.  Atlantic. 
 
 The  promised  Best. 
 
 GOD  of  all  power,  and  truth,  and  grace, 
 Which  shall  from  a^e  to  a^e  endure ; 
 \\  hose  word,  when  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass, 
 Remains  and  stands  forever  sure : — 
 407 
 
630.]  CHRISTIAN   PERFECTION. 
 
 2  That  I  thy  mercy  may  proclaim, 
 That  all  mankind  thy  truth  may  see, 
 
 Hallow  thy  great  and  glorious  name, 
 And  perfect  holiness  in  me. 
 
 3  Give  me  a  new,  a  perfect  heart, 
 From  doubt,  and  fear,  and  sorrow  free ; 
 
 The  mind  which  was  in  Christ  impart, 
 And  let  my  spirit  cleave  to  thee. 
 
 4  Oh  that  I  now,  from  sin  released, 
 Thy  word  may  to  the  utmost  prove ; 
 
 Enter  into  the  promised  rest, — 
 
 The  Canaan  of  thy  perfect  love.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 630. 
 
 C.  M.  Philips. 
 
 He  is  faithful  that  hath  promised. 
 
 JESUS,  the  sinner's  rest  thou  art, 
 From  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain ; 
 While  thou  art  absent  from  the  heart, 
 We  look  for  rest  in  vain. 
 
 2  Oh  when  wilt  thou  my  Saviour  be  ? 
 Oh  when  shall  I  be  clean  ? 
 
 The  true  eternal  Sabbath  see, — 
 A  perfect  rest  from  sin  ? 
 
 3  The  consolations  of  thy  word 
 My  soul  have  long  upheld ; 
 
 The  faithful  promise  of  the  Lord 
 Shall  surely  be  fulfilled. 
 
 4  I  look  to  my  incarnate  God 
 Till  he  his  work  begin ; 
 
 And  wait  till  his  redeeming  blood 
 Shall  cleanse  me  from  all  sin. 
 
 5  Oh  that  I  now  the  voice  might  hear, 
 That  speaks  my  sins  forgiven ; 
 
 Thy  word  is  passed  to  give  me  here 
 The  inward  pledge  of  heaven. 
 
 408 
 
PRAYER   AND    RRAISE.  [G31,  632. 
 
 6  Thy  blood  shall  over  all  prevail, 
 
 And  sanctity  th'  unclean ; 
 The  grace  that  saves  the  soul  from  hell, 
 
 Will  save  from  present  sin.  Toplady. 
 
 CHRISTIAN  DUTIES. 
 
 Prayer  and  Praise. 
 
 631. 
 
 S.  M.  Vesper. 
 
 The  Spirit  of  Prayer. 
 
 THE  praying  spirit  breathe  ! 
 The  watching  power  impart ; 
 From  all  entanglements  beneath, 
 
 Call  off  my  peaceful  heart ; 
 My  feeble  mind  sustain, 
 
 By  worldly  thoughts  oppressed ; 
 Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again 
 To  my  eternal  rest. 
 
 2  Swift  to  my  rescue  come ; 
 
 Thine  own  this  moment  seize ; 
 Gather  my  wand'ring  spirit  home, 
 
 And  keep  in  perfect  peace : 
 Suffered  no  more  to  rove 
 
 O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
 Arrest  the  pris'ner  of  thy  love, 
 
 And  shut  me  up  in  God.  (7.  Wesley. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.  Estes. 
 
 I£j9         Encouragements  to  Prayer. 
 
 COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare ; 
 Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer ; 
 He  himself  invites  thee  near, — 
 Bids  thee  ask  him,  waits  to  hear. 
 S  409 
 
633.]  PRAYER   AND   PRAISE. 
 
 2  With  my  burden  I  begin  ; 
 Lord  !  remove  this  load  of  sin  ! 
 Let  thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 
 Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 
 
 3  Lord !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
 Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
 There  thy  sovereign  right  maintain, 
 And  without  a  rival  reign. 
 
 4  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
 Every  hour  my  strength  renew; 
 Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 
 
 Let  me  die  thy  people's  death.  Neirton. 
 
 /iqq  C.  M.  Arlington. 
 
 UOO.  True  Prayer. 
 
 PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
 Uttered  or  unexpressed, 
 The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 
 That  trembles  in  the  breast. 
 
 2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 
 The  falling  of  a  tear ; 
 
 The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
 When  none  but  God  is  near. 
 
 3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech, 
 That  infant  lips  can  try ; 
 
 Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
 The  Majesty  on  high. 
 
 4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
 The  Christian's  native  air; 
 
 His  watchword  at  the  gate  of  death — 
 He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 
 
 5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 
 Returning  from  his  ways, 
 
 While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
 And  cry,  "  Behold  he  prays." 
 410* 
 
PRAYER   AND    PRAISE.  [634. 
 
 6  0  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
 
 The  life,  the  truth,  the  way, 
 The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod  : 
 
 ''Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray."  Montgomery. 
 
 net  4  P«  ML  b\s  4  7s. 
 
 00~x.     Tune,  0  Gott,  du  frommer  Gott. 
 
 OGOD,  thou  faithful  God ! 
 Thou  well-spring  of  all  blessing ! 
 In  whom  we  all  exist, 
 
 From  whom  we  're  all  possessing ! 
 Give  me  a  body  sound ; 
 
 And  in  it  builded  well, 
 Let  an  unblemished  soul 
 
 And  a  good  conscience  dwell. 
 
 2  Afford  me  will  and  strength 
 To  do  the  work  assigned  me ; 
 
 Whereto,  in  my  true  place, 
 
 Thy  law  may  call  and  find  me'. 
 Let  it  be  timely  done, 
 
 With  eager  readiness ; 
 And  what  is  done  in  thee 
 
 Have  ever  good  success. 
 
 3  Help  me  to  speak  but  that 
 Which  I  can  stand  maintaining, 
 
 And  banish  from  my  lips 
 
 The  word  that  \s  coarse  and  staining ; 
 And  when  the  duty  comes 
 
 To  speak  with  earnest  stress, 
 Then  grant  the  needed  force 
 
 L^nmixed  with  bitterness. 
 
 4  When  trouble  shall  break  in, 
 Let  me  not  turn  despairer : 
 
 But  give  a  steadfast  heart, 
 
 And  make  me  a  Cross-Bearer. 
 When  help  and  comfort  fail, 
 
 Send  to  my  side  the  Friend, 
 Who,  closer  than  a  brother, 
 Shall  watch  the  sorrow's  end. 
 
 From  the  German  hyFroth.ingh.am. 
 411 
 
635.]  PRAYER  A^D   PRAISE. 
 
 C.  M.  Believer. 
 
 The  Lords  Prayer — Paraphrase. 
 
 OUR  heavenly  Father !  let  thy  name 
 Be  hallowed  and  adored  ; 
 Thou  art  for  evermore  the  same 
 Indulgent,  Sovereign  Lord. 
 
 2  In  this  rebellious  realm,  let  sin 
 
 To  righteousness  give  place  ; 
 
 Thy  kingdom  in  all  hearts  begin, 
 
 The  reign  of  truth  and  grace. 
 
 3  Reclaim  us  from  our  sinful  fall ; 
 Let  quickening  grace  be  given  ; 
 
 Thy  will  be  done  in  earth,  by  all, 
 As  it  is  done  in  heaven. 
 
 4  In  thine  unfailing,  boundless  love, 
 Give  us  our  daily  bread ; 
 
 And  with  the  manna  from  above, 
 Oh,  let  our  souls  be  fed. 
 
 5  Who  can  discharge  the  mighty  debt, 
 We  to  thy  justice  owe? 
 
 Forgive  the  sins  that  we  commit, 
 As  we  forgiveness  show. 
 
 6  Permit  us  not  with  wayward  feet, 
 In  dangerous  paths  to  stray ; 
 
 But  with  preventing  influence  meet, 
 And  show  the  Living  Way. 
 
 7  Oh,  save  us  from  the  tempters  spite ! 
 .Satan  must  bow  to  thee  ; 
 
 For  thine  the  kingdom  and  the  might ; — 
 And  thine  the  glory  be. 
 
 8  Forever  be  thy  name  adored, 
 By  all  in  earth  and  heaven : — • 
 
 To  one  thrice  holy,  triune  Lord, 
 
 Be  glory  ever  given.  TT.  H. 
 
 412 
 
PRAYER  AND   PRAISE.  [636,  637. 
 
 ac\fi  S.  M.  Butler. 
 
 OOU.  The  Lord's  Prayer. 
 
 OUR  heavenly  Father,  hear 
 The  prayer  we  offer  now : 
 Thy  name  be  hallowed,  far  and  near, 
 To  thee  all  nations  bow. 
 
 2  Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  will 
 On  earth  be  done  hi  love, 
 
 As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfill 
 Thy  perfect  law  above. 
 
 3  Our  daily  bread  supply, 
 While  by  thy  word  we  live ; 
 
 The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
 Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 
 
 4  From  dark  temptation's  power, 
 From  Satan's  wiles  defend  ; 
 
 Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
 And  guide  us  to  the  end. 
 
 5  Thine,  then,  forever  be 
 Glory,  and  power  divine  ; 
 
 The  scepter,  throne,  and  majesty 
 Of  heaven  and  earth,  are  thine. 
 
 6  Thus  humbly  taught  to  pray, 
 By  thy  beloved  Son, 
 
 Through  him  we  come  to  thee,  and  say — 
 
 All  for  his  sake  be  done.  Montgomery. 
 
 L.  M.  Duanb  Street. 
 
 Prayer. 
 
 PRAYER  is  appointed  to  convey 
 The  blessings  God  designs  to  give ; 
 Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray, 
 For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 
 
 2  The  Christian's  prayer  't  is  God  indites, 
 
 He  speaks  as  prompted  from  within, 
 The  Spirit  his  petition  writes, 
 
 And  Christ  receives  and  gives  it  in. 
 413 
 
638.]  PRAYER  AND   PRAISE. 
 
 3  And  wilt  thou  in  dead  silence  lie, 
 
 When  Christ  stands  waiting  for  thy  prayer  ? 
 My  soul,  thou  hast  a  friend  on  high, 
 Arise  and  try  thy  interest  there. 
 
 4  If  pains  afflict,  if  wrongs  oppress, 
 If  cares  distract,  if  fears  dismay, 
 
 If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress, 
 The  remedy 's  before  thee,  pray. 
 
 5  It's  prayer  supports  the  soul  that 's  weak, 
 Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lame, 
 
 Pray,  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not  speak, 
 But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 
 
 6  Depend  on  him,  thou  canst  not  fail, 
 Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known ; 
 
 Fear  not,  his  merits  must  prevail : 
 
 Ask  what  thou  wilt,  it  shall  be  done.  Hart. 
 
 fi£\r\  C.  M.  St.  Olaye's. 
 
 DOG.  We  lift  our  Eyes  to  Thee. 
 
 FATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 
 No  other  help  I  know ; 
 If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
 Ah,  whither  shall  I  go  ? 
 
 2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 
 Before  I  drew  my  breath ! 
 
 What  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure 
 My  soul  from  endless  death  ! 
 
 3  O  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 
 I  now  should  feel  thy  power  : 
 
 Jsow  my  poor  soul  thou  wouldst  retrieve, 
 Kor  let  me  wait  one  hour. ; 
 
 4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 
 My  weary,  longing  eyes : 
 
 Oh  let  me  now  receive  that  gift, 
 My  soul  without  it  dies. 
 
 414 
 
TRAYER   AHD    TRAISE.  [639. 
 
 5  Surely  thou  canst  not  let  me  die : 
 Oh  speak,  and  I  shall  live  : 
 
 And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 
 Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 
 
 6  The  worst  of  sinners  would  rejoice* 
 Could  they  but  see  thy  face : 
 
 Oh  let  me  hear  thy  quickening  voice, 
 
 And  taste  thy  pardoning  grace  !  C.   Wesley. 
 
 n^\f\  C.  H.  M.  Solace. 
 
 \)OJ  •  Let  us  pray. 
 
 CIOME,  let  us  pray:  'tis  sweet  to  feel 
 '  That  God  himself  is  near  : 
 That,  while  we  at  his  footstool  kneel, 
 
 His  mercy  deigns  to  hear ; 
 Though  sorrows  cloud  life's  dreary  way, 
 This  is  our  solace — let  us  pray. 
 
 2  Come,  let  us  pray ;  the  burning  brow, 
 The 'heart  oppressed  with  care, 
 
 And  all  the  woes  that  throng  us  now 
 
 Will  be  relieved  by  prayer : 
 Jesus  will  smile  our  griefs  away ; 
 Oh,  glorious  thought! — come,  let  us  pray. 
 
 3  Come,  let  us  pray ;  the  sin-sick  soul 
 Her  weight  of  guilt  must  feel : 
 
 But,  hark  !  the  glorious  tidings  roll, 
 
 Whilst  here  we  humbly  kneel ; 
 Jesus  will  wash  that  guilt  away, 
 And  pardon  grant ;  then  let  us  pray. 
 
 4  Come,  let  us  pray ;  the  mercy-seat 
 Invites  the  fervent  prayer, 
 
 And  Jesus  ready  stands  to  greet 
 
 The  contrite  spirit  there : 
 Oh,  loiter  not,  nor  longer  stay 
 
 From  him  who  loves  us  ;  let  us  pray.  Anon. 
 
 415 
 
640,  641.]  PRAYER  AND   PRAISE. 
 
 p  a  r\  C.  M.      Bowdoin  Street. 
 
 0~±U.       Secret  Communion  with  God. 
 
 SWEET  is  the  prayer  whose  holy  stream 
 In  earnest  pleading  flows  ; 
 Devotion  dwells  upon  the  theme, 
 And  warm  and  warmer  glows. 
 
 2  Faith  grasps  the  blessing  she  desires ; 
 Hope  points  the  upward  gaze ; 
 
 And  Love,  celestial  Love,  inspires 
 The  eloquence  of  praise. 
 
 3  But  sweeter  for  the  still  small  voice, 
 Unheard  by  human  ear, 
 
 When  God  has  made  the  heart  rejoice, 
 And  dried  the  bitter  tear. 
 
 4  Xo  accents  flow,  no  words  ascend ; 
 All  utterance  faileth  there  ; 
 
 But  God  himself  doth  comprehend, 
 
 And  answer,  silent  prayer.  Anon. 
 
 r*  A-i  C.  M.  Brown. 
 
 Otr  X  •  Even  ing.  — Solitude, 
 
 ILOYE  to  steal  awhile  away 
 From  every  cumb'ring  care, 
 And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
 In  humble,  grateful,  prayer. 
 
 2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 
 The  penitential  tear, 
 
 And  all  his  promises  to  plead 
 Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 
 
 3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 
 And  future  good  implore, — 
 
 And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
 On  him  whom  I  adore. 
 
 4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 
 Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven ; 
 
 The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
 While  here  by  tempests  driven. 
 416 
 
PRAYER   AND   PRAISE. 
 
 [642,  643. 
 
 5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 
 
 May  its  departing  ray 
 Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
 
 And  lead  to  endless  day.  Mrs.  Brown. 
 
 n  a  CI  7th  P.  11  7s. 
 
 \)-±£.  The  Litany. 
 
 OAYIOUR,  when,  in  dust,  to  thee 
 O  Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee, — 
 When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
 Scarce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes, — 
 Oh,  by  all  thy  pain  and  woe 
 Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
 Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
 Hear  us  when  to  thee  we  cry. 
 
 2  By  thine  hour  of  dark  despair, 
 By  thine  agony  of  prayer ; 
 
 By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
 Piercing  spear,  and  tort 'ring  scorn  ; 
 By  the  gloom  that  vailed  the  skies 
 O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice, — 
 Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye  ; 
 Listen  to  our  humble  cry. 
 
 3  By  the  deep,  expiring  groan ; 
 By  the  sad,  sepulchral  stone  ; 
 By  the  vault  whose  dark  abode 
 Held  in  vain  the  rising  God, — 
 Oh,  from  earth  to  heaven  restored, 
 Mighty,  re-ascended  Lord, 
 Saviour,  Prince,  exalted  high, 
 Hear,  oh  hear,  our  humble  cry. 
 
 Essex. 
 
 &rant. 
 
 />  j  q  5th  P.  M.  7s.     Twtlight,  P.  C.  264. 
 
 O-iO.  My  Heart  shall  cleave  unto  the  Lord. 
 
 LORD  !  I  can  not  let  thee  go, 
 Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow ; 
 Do  not  turn  away  thy  face — 
 Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 
 S2  417 
 
644.]  PRAYER   AND   PRAISE. 
 
 2  Once,  a  sinner,  near  despair, 
 Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer ; 
 Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free — 
 Lord !  that  mercy  came  to  me. 
 
 3  Many  days  have  passed  since  then ; 
 Many  changes  I  have  seen ; 
 
 Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now : 
 Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou? 
 
 4  Thou  hast  helped  in  every  need — 
 This  emboldens  me  to  plead ; 
 After  so  much  mercy  past, 
 
 Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 
 
 5  No ;  I  must  maintain  my  hold ; 
 'T  is  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold ; 
 I  can  no  denial  take, 
 
 Since  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 
 
 nii  C.  M.  Avon. 
 
 Otit.  Invoicing  the  Spirit. 
 
 C10ME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove, 
 /  With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers ; 
 Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
 In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
 
 2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
 Fond  of  these  earthly  toys ; 
 
 Our  souls  how  heavily  they  go, 
 To  reach  eternal  joys! 
 
 3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 
 In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  : 
 
 Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
 And  our  devotion  dies. 
 
 4  Dear  Lord !  and  shall  we  ever  live 
 At  this  poor  dying  rate  ; 
 
 Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
 And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 
 418 
 
PRAYEK    AND   PRAISE.  [645,  646. 
 
 5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
 
 With  all  thy  quickening  powers ; 
 Come  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
 
 And  that  shall  kindle  ours.  Watts. 
 
 n  a  h  L.  M.  PaPwK  StPvEet. 
 
 U*ifJ.  Thou  art  our  God. 
 
 OGOD,  thou  art  my  God  alone, 
 Early  to  thee  my  soul  shall  cry, 
 A  pilgrim  in  a  land  unknown, 
 
 A  thirsty  land  whose  springs  are  dry. 
 
 2  Oh  that  it  were  as  it  hath  been, 
 When,  praying  in  the  holy  place, 
 
 Thy  power  and  glory  I  have  seen, 
 
 And  marked  the  footsteps  of  thy  grace ! 
 
 3  Yet,  through  this  rough  and  thorny  maze, 
 I  follow  hard  on  thee,  my  God ; 
 
 Thy  hand,  unseen,  upholds  my  ways, 
 I  safely  tread  where  thou  hast  trod. 
 
 4  Thee,  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
 Will  I  remember  on  my  bed ; 
 
 Thy  presence  makes  my  darkness  light, 
 Thy  guardian  wings  are  round  my  head. 
 
 5  Better  than  life  itself  thy  love, 
 Dearer  than  all  besides  to  me  ; 
 
 For  whom  have  I  in  heaven  above, 
 
 Or  what  on  earth,  compared  with  thee  ? 
 
 6  Praise  with  my  heart,  my  mind,  my  voice, 
 Will  I  for  all  thy  mercies  give ; 
 
 My  soul  shall  still  in  God  rejoice, 
 
 My  tongue  shall  bless  thee  while  I  live. 
 
 Montgomery. 
 
 (*  [  (*  0.  M.  Arlington. 
 
 UtU.     Prayer  for  Divine  Interposition. 
 
 VOW,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 
 1 1    And  make  thy  glory  known ; 
 K    "  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
 And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 
 419 
 
647.] 
 
 PRAYER   AND   PRAISE. 
 
 2  Help  us  to  venture  near  thy  throne 
 And  plead  a  Saviour's  name ; 
 
 For  all  that  we  can  call  our  own, 
 Is  vanity  and  shame. 
 
 3  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
 That  saints  may  love  thee  more, 
 
 And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love, 
 Who  never  loved  before. 
 
 4  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 
 In  our  eternal  home, 
 
 May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 
 And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 
 
 Newton, 
 
 647. 
 
 C.  M.  St.  Anns. 
 
 For  Deliverance  from  Temptation. 
 
 SHEPHERD  divine,  our  wants  relieve, 
 In  this  our  evil  day ; 
 To  all  thy  tempted  followers  give 
 The  power  to  watch  and  pray. 
 
 2  Long  as  our  fiery  trials  last, 
 Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, 
 
 Oh  let  our  souls  on  thee  be  cast 
 In  never-ceasing  prayer ! 
 
 3  The  Spirit  of  interceding  grace, 
 Give  us  in  faith  to  claim ; 
 
 To  wrestle  till  we  see  thy  face, 
 And  know  thy  hidden  name. 
 
 4  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart ; 
 Till  thou  thyself  bestow ; 
 
 Be  this  the  cry  of  every  heart, 
 I  will  not  let  thee  go. 
 
 5  I  will  not  let  thee  go,  unless 
 Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me ; 
 
 With  all  thy  great  salvation  bless, 
 And  make  me  all  like  thee. 
 420 
 
PRAYER   AND    TRAISE.  [G48,  649. 
 
 6  Then  let  me  on  the  mountain  top 
 
 Behold  thy  open  face ; 
 Where  faith  in  sight  is  swallowed  up, 
 
 And  prayer  and  endless  praise.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 p  a  q  L.  M.      Gol.  Chain,  p.  10. 
 
 0"J:O.  Sweet  Hour  of  Prayer. 
 
 SWEET  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 
 That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
 And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne 
 Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known : 
 In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
 My  soul  has  often  found  relief; 
 And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare 
 By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 
 
 2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  ! 
 Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear, 
 
 To  Him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness, 
 En£as:e  the  waiting  soul  to  bless ; 
 And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 
 Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
 1 11  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 
 And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 
 
 3  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 
 May  I  thy  consolation  share ; 
 
 Till,  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 
 
 I  view  my  home  and  take  my  flight : 
 
 This  robe  of  flesh  I  '11  drop,  and  rise 
 
 To  seize  the  everlasting  prize ; 
 
 And  shout,  wThile  passing  through  the  air, 
 
 Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer !  * 
 
 n  a  r\  C.  M.  Silo  am. 
 
 0"i  t/  •  Prayer-Meeting. 
 
 HERE,  in  the  presence  of  our  God, 
 We  've  met  to  seek  his  face : 
 Oh  let  us  feel  th'  eternal  Word, 
 And  feast  upon  thy  grace. 
 421 
 
650.]  PRAYER   AND   PRAISE. 
 
 2  Oli  may  this  be  a  happy  hour 
 To  every  mourning  soul ; 
 
 Display  thy  love,  make  known  thy  power, 
 And  make  the  wounded  whole. 
 
 3  Oh  may  a  spark  of  heavenly  fire, 
 Each  stupid  soul  inflame  : 
 
 And  sacred  love  our  hearts  inspire, 
 To  praise  thy  worthy  name. 
 
 4  Let  every  soul  the  Saviour  see, 
 And  taste  his  heavenly  love : 
 
 And  every  heart  forever  be 
 In  praise  to  thee  above. 
 
 5  And  when  our  mortal  days  are  o'er, 
 And  we  shall  hence  remove, 
 
 Help  us  to  thy  right  hand  to  soar, 
 Thine  endless  love  to  prove. 
 
 6^  r,  S.  M.  Shirland. 
 
 t)\J»         Come,  let  as  hieel  and  pray. 
 
 COME  at  the  morning  hour, 
 Come,  let  us  kneel  and  pray ; 
 Prayer  is  the  Christian  pilgrim's  staff 
 To  walk  with  God  all  day. 
 
 2  At  noon,  beneath  the  Rock 
 Of  Ages,  rest  and  pray ; 
 
 Sweet  is  that  shelter  from  the  sun 
 During  the  heat  of  day. 
 
 3  At  evening,  in  thy  home, 
 Around  its  altar,  pray ; 
 
 And  finding  there  the  house  of  God, 
 With  heaven  then  close  the  day. 
 
 4  When  midnight  vails  our  eyes, 
 Oh,  it  is  sweet  to  say, 
 
 I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh,  Lord, 
 
 With  thee  to  watch  and  pray !  Brigg's  Call. 
 
PRAYER   AND   PRAISE. 
 
 [651,  052 
 
 n^-t  S.  M.  St.  Philips. 
 
 bOli  The  Tlirone  of  Grace. 
 
 BEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace ; 
 The  promise  calls  us  near ; 
 There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
 And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 
 
 2  Thine  image,  Lord,  bestow, — 
 Thy  presence  and  thy  love, — • 
 
 That  we  may  serve  thee  here  below, 
 And  reign  with  thee  above. 
 
 3  Teach  us  to  live  by  faith, 
 Conform  our  wills  to  thine ; 
 
 Let  as  victorious  be  in  death, 
 And  then  in  glory  shine. 
 
 4  If  thou  these  blessings  give, 
 And  thou  our  portion  be, 
 
 All  worldly  joys  we'll  gladly  leave, 
 
 To  find  our  heaven  in  thee.  Newton. 
 
 L.  1£  Retreat. 
 
 The  Mercy -Seat. 
 
 FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
 From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
 There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
 'T  is  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 
 
 Chorus  :  The  mercy-seat,  the  mercy-seat, 
 •  The  blessed  mercy -seat, 
 
 The  mercy-seat,  the  mercy-seat, 
 The  blessed  mercy-seat. 
 
 2  There  is  a  place,  where  Jesus  sheds 
 The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads ; 
 
 A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, — 
 It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 
 
 3  There  is  a  scene,  where  spirits  blend, 
 
 Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
 Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
 Around  one  common  mercv-seat. 
 423 
 
653,  654.]  PRAYER   AND    PRAISE. 
 
 4  Ah !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
 When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed? 
 Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
 Had  suff'ring  saints  no  mercy-seat? 
 
 5  There,  there  on  eagle's  wings  we  soar, 
 And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more ; 
 
 And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
 While  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 
 
 StowelL 
 
 C.  M.  Whitney. 
 
 Remember  me, 
 
 OTHOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 
 I  lift  my  heart  to  thee ; 
 In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
 
 0  Lord,  remember  me. 
 
 Chorus  :  Remember  me,  Remember  me ! 
 O  Lord !  remember  me ! 
 Remember,  Lord,  thy  dying  groans, 
 And  then  remember  me ! 
 
 2  "When  with  a  broken,  contrite  heart, 
 
 1  lift  mine  eyes  to  thee ; 
 
 Thy  name  proclaim,  thyself  impart, 
 In  love  remember  me. 
 
 3  In  sore  temptations,  when  no  way 
 To  shun  the  ill  I  see, 
 
 My  strength  proportion  to  my  day, 
 And  then  remember  me. 
 
 4  And  when  I  tread  the  vale  of  death, 
 And  bow  at  thy  decree, 
 
 Then,  Saviour,  with  my  latest  breath, 
 
 I'll  cry,  remember  me. 
 
 C.  M. 
 
 Waiting  upon  the  Lord. 
 
 654. 
 
 >fT!IS  good  to  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
 
 JL   When  Christ  himself  draws  near, 
 And  every  heart  with  one  accord 
 Ascends  in  solemn  prayer. 
 424. 
 
 Humphreys. 
 Devizes. 
 
PRAYER   AND    TRAISE.  [655,  656. 
 
 2  While  thus  we  feel  the  Saviour's  love 
 In  heavenly  showers  descend, 
 
 Our  souls  commune  with  saints  above, 
 In  bliss  that  knows  no  end. 
 
 3  We  taste  the  precious  streams  of  grace ; 
 The  fountain  makes  them  sing  : 
 
 We  travel  through  the  wilderness — 
 They  sit  before  the  King. 
 
 4  We  pray  for  grace  to  hold  out  well, 
 The  conflict  but  begun ; 
 
 They  of  their  past  engagements  tell, 
 And  sing  the  conquests  won. 
 
 5  We  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord, 
 And  are  sometimes  cast  down ; 
 
 They  wield  no  more  the  warrior's  sword, 
 But  wear  the  conqu'ror's  crown. 
 
 655. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s. 
 
 Power  of  Religion. 
 
 *rp  IS  religion  that  can  give 
 
 JL   Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live ; 
 Tis  religion  must  supply 
 Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 
 
 2  After  death  its  joys  will  be 
 Lasting  as  eternity ! 
 Be  the  living  God  my  friend, 
 Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 
 
 656. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s. 
 
 Source  of  all  Comfort. 
 
 LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
 At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 
 Oh !  do  not  our  suit  disdain ; 
 Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 
 
 2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend  ; 
 In  compassion  now  descend  ; 
 Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
 Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 
 425 
 
 Hendon. 
 
 Anon. 
 
 WlLMOT. 
 
657.] 
 
 PRAYER   AND   PRAISE. 
 
 3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
 Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 
 Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
 Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 
 
 4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
 That  may  joy  and  peace  afford ; 
 
 Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 
 Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 
 
 5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
 Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 
 
 Those  that  are  cast  down  lift  up ; 
 Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 
 
 6  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find, 
 Thee  a  gracious  God  and  kind ; 
 Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free ; 
 Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 
 
 Hammon<< 
 
 1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.        Martillo. 
 Tlie  Poiver  of  Prayer. 
 H  wondrous  power  of  faithful  prayer ! 
 
 657 
 0 
 
 What  tongue  can  tell  th'  almighty  grace  ? 
 God's  hands  now  bound  then  open  are, 
 
 As  Moses  or  Elijah  prays: 
 Let  Moses  in  the  Spirit  groan, 
 And  God  cries  out, — Let  me  alone  !-— 
 
 2  Let  me  alone,  that  all  my  wrath 
 May  rise,  the  wicked  to  consume ; 
 
 While  justice  hears  thy  praying  faith, 
 
 It  can  not  seal  the  sinner's  doom : 
 My  Son  is  in  my  servant's  prayer, 
 And  Jesus  forces  me  to  spare. 
 
 3  Father,  we  ask  in  Jesus'  name ; 
 In  Jesus'  power  and  spirit  pray ; 
 
 Divert  thy  vengeful  thunder's  aim ; 
 
 Oh  turn  thy  threat'ning  wrath  away ! 
 Our  guilt  and  punishment  remove, 
 And  magnify  thy  pardoning  love. 
 426 
 
TRAYER   AND   PRAISE.  [658. 
 
 4  Father,  regard  thy  pleading  Son ; 
 
 Accept  his  all-availing  prayer; 
 And  send  a  peaceful  answer  down, 
 
 In  honor  of  our  Spokesman  there ; 
 Whose  blood  proclaims  our  sins  forgiven, 
 And  speaks  thy  rebels  up  to  heaven.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.      Monmouth. 
 Teach  us  to  pray. 
 
 JESUS,  thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all, 
 The  same  through  one  eternal  day, 
 Attend  thy  feeblest  follower's  call, 
 
 And  oh,  instruct  us  how  to  pray ! 
 Pour  out  the  supplicating  grace, 
 And  stir  us  up  to  seek  thy  face. 
 
 2  We  can  not  think  a  gracious  thought, 
 We  can  not  feel  a  good  desire, 
 
 Till  thou,  who  callest  worlds  from  naught, 
 
 The  power  into  our  hearts  inspire  ; 
 And  then  we  in  the  Spirit  groan, 
 And  then  we  give  thee  back  thine  own. 
 
 3  Jesus,  regard  the  joint  complaint 
 Of  all  thy  tempted  followers  here, 
 
 And  now  supply  the  common  want, 
 And  send  us  down  the  Comforter, 
 The  Spirit  of  ceaseless  prayer  impart, 
 And  fix  thy  Agent  in  our  heart. 
 
 4  Come  in  thy  pleading  Spirit  down, 
 To  us  who  for  thy  coming  stay ; 
 
 Of  all  thy  gifts  we  ask  but  one, 
 
 We  ask  the  constant  power  to  pray ; 
 Indulge  us,  Lord,  in  this  request, 
 Thou  canst  not  then  deny  the  rest.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 427 
 
659,  660.]  PRAYER  AND   PRAISE. 
 
 L.  M.  Lockwood. 
 
 Blessedness  of  Prayer. 
 
 TT^HAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
 M     In  coming  to  the  mercy-seat ! 
 Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 
 
 But  wishes  to  be.  often  there  ? 
 
 2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw ; 
 Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw; 
 
 Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love ; 
 Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 
 
 3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
 Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright : 
 And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
 
 The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 
 
 4  Have  you  no  words?  Ah,  think  again: 
 Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
 And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
 With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 
 
 5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
 To  heaven  in  supplication  sent,. 
 
 Your  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
 
 11  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me."       Coicper. 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.  Purity. 
 
 When  and  for  whom  to  pray. 
 O  when  the  morning  shineth, 
 
 660. 
 G 
 
 Go  when  the  moon  is  bright, 
 Go  when  the  eve  declineth, 
 Go  in  the  hush  of  night ; 
 Go  with  pure  mind  and  feeling  ; 
 
 Fling  earthly  thought  away, 
 And,  in  thy  closet  kneeling, 
 Do  thou  in  secret  prav. 
 
 *428 
 
PRAYER   AND   PRAISE.  [661. 
 
 2  Remember  all  who  love  thee, 
 All  who  are  loved  by  thee ; 
 
 Pray,  too,  for  those  who  hate  thee, 
 
 If  any  sueh  there  be  ; 
 Then  for  thyself,  in  meekness, 
 
 A  blessing  humbly  claim, 
 And  blend  with  each  petition 
 
 Thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 
 
 3  Or,  if  't  is  e'er  denied  thee 
 In  solitude  to  pray, 
 
 Should  holy  thoughts  come  o'er  thee 
 
 When  friends  are  round  thy  way, 
 E'en  then  the  silent  breathing 
 
 Thy  spirit  lifts  above, 
 Will  reach  his  throne  of  glory, 
 
 Where  dwells  eternal  love. 
 
 4  Oh,  not  a  joy  or  blessing 
 With  this  can  we  compare, — 
 
 The  grace  our  Father  gives  us, 
 
 To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer  ; 
 Whene'er  thou  art  in  sadness, 
 
 Before  his  footstool  fall ; 
 Remember,  too,  in  gladness, 
 
 His  love  who  gave  thee  all.  Edin.  Lit.  Rev. 
 
 661. 
 
 C.  M.  Bradford. 
 
 Salvation  nigh. 
 
 AWAKE,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 
 And  raise  your  voices  high  : 
 Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  grace, 
 That  shows  salvation  nigh. 
 
 2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies  ; 
 Each  moment  brings  it  near ; 
 
 Then  welcome  each  declining  day, 
 And  each  revolving  year. 
 
 3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 
 Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
 
 Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
 To  our  admiring  eves. 
 
 429 
 
662,  663.]  PRAYER   AND   PRAISE. 
 
 4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course ; 
 
 Ye  mortal  powers  decay ! 
 Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
 
 Ye  bring  eternal  day.  Doddridge. 
 
 f*f*£)  L.  M.  Mendon. 
 
 OD/O.  Praise  to  God. 
 
 PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  't  is  good  to  raise 
 Your  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise  : 
 His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
 To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 
 
 .2  He  formed  the  stars,  those  heavenly  flames 
 He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names ; 
 His  wisdom 's  vast,  and  knows  no  bound, 
 A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowTned. 
 
 3  Sing  to  the  Lord !  exalt  him  high, 
 Who  spreads  his  clouds  along  the  sky ; 
 There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
 Nor  lets  the  drops  descend  in  vain. 
 
 4  He  makes  the  grass  the  hills  adorn  ; 
 He  clothes  the  smiling  fields  with  corn : 
 The  beasts  with  food  his  hands  supply, 
 And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 
 
 5  What  is  the  creature's  skill  or  force  ? 
 The  sprightly  man,  or  war-like  horse  ? 
 The  piercing  wit,  the  active  limb  ? 
 All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 
 
 6  But  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight, 
 He  views  his  children  with  delight ; 
 He  sees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
 
 He  looks,  and  loves  his  image  there.  Watts. 
 
 f>PQ  L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 
 
 000.  Invitation  to  Praise. 
 
 FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
 Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise, 
 Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
 Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 
 430 
 
TRAYER   AND   TRAISE.  [664. 
 
 2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
 Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 
 
 Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
 Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 
 
 3  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring, 
 In  songs  of  praise  divinely  sing  : 
 
 The  great  salvation  loud  proclaim : 
 And  shout  for  joy  the  Saviours  name. 
 
 4  In  every  land  begin  the  song: 
 To  every  land  the  strains  belong ; 
 In  cheerful  sounds  all  voices  raise, 
 
 And  fill  the  world  with  loudest  praise.  Watts. 
 
 664. 
 
 S.  1£  Craxbrook. 
 
 "M  is  well" 
 
 "Say  ye  to  the  righteous,  that  it  shall  be  well  with  him."— 
 Isa.  3,  10. 
 
 TV  HAT  cheering  words  are  these! 
 1 V    Their  sweetness  who  can  tell  ? 
 In  time,  and  through  eternal  days, 
 T  is  with  the  righteous  well. 
 
 2  In  every  state  secure, 
 Kept  as  Jehovah's  eye  ; 
 
 JT  is  well  with  them  if  life  endure, 
 And  well  if  called  to  die ; 
 
 3  Well  when  they  see  his  face, 
 Or  sink  amidst  the  flood; 
 
 Well  in  affliction's  thorny  maze, 
 Or  on  the  mount  of  God ; 
 
 4  Well  when  the  gospel  yields 
 Pure  honey,  milk,  and  wine ; 
 
 "Well  when  the  soul  her  leanness  feels, 
 And  all  her  joys  decline. 
 
 5  'T  is  well  when  joys  arise, 
 
 'T  is  well  when  sorrows  flow ; 
 'T  is  well  when  darkness  vails  the  skies, 
 And  strong  temptations  blow. 
 
 431 
 
665.]  PRAYER  AND   PRAISE. 
 
 6  'Tis  well  when  at  his  throne 
 They  wrestle,  weep,  and  pray ; 
 
 'T  is  well  when  at  his  feet  they  groan, 
 Yet  bring  their  wants  away. 
 
 7  'T  is  well  if  they  can  sing, 
 
 As  sinners  washed  with  blood ; 
 And  when  they  touch  the  mournful  string, 
 And  mourn  an  absent  God. 
 
 8  'T  is  well  when  on  the  mount 
 They  feast  on  dying  love ; 
 
 And  'tis  as  well,  hi  God's  account, 
 When  they  the  furnace  prove. 
 
 9  'T  is  well  when  Jesus  calls, 
 ' '  From  earth  and  sin  arise, 
 
 Join  with  the  host  of  ransomed  souls 
 
 Made  to  salvation  wise."  Kent. 
 
 C.    M.  LlXGHAM. 
 
 Come,  let  us  tcorslup  and  bow  down. 
 
 SIXG  to  the  Lord,  Jehovah's  name, 
 And  in  his  strength  rejoice ; 
 When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 
 Exalted  be  our  voice. 
 
 2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 
 And  psalms  of  honor  sing ; 
 
 The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
 The  whole  creation's  King. 
 
 3  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore ; 
 Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
 
 Oh  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 
 Be  children  of  his  grace. 
 
 4  ZSTow  is  the  time  he  lends  Ins  ear, 
 And  waits  for  your  request  ; 
 
 Come,  lest  he  rouse  his  wrath  and  swear 
 
 "  Ye  shall  not  see  my  re^t."  Watts. 
 
 *  432 
 
PttAYER   AND   PRAISE.  [666,  667. 
 
 f)f*f*  L.  S£  Azzah. 
 
 OUU.  Her  Ways  are  Ways  of  Pleasantness. 
 
 HAPPY  the  man  that  finds  the  grace, 
 The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race, 
 The  wisdom  coming  from  above, 
 The  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 
 
 2  Happy,  beyond  description,  he 
 
 Who  knows  "  the  Saviour  died  for  me!  " 
 The  gift  unspeakable  obtains, 
 And  heavenly  understanding  gains. 
 
 3  Wisdom  divine  !  who  tells  the  price 
 Of  wisdom's  costly  merchandise  ? 
 Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer, 
 
 And  gold  is  dross  compared  to  her. 
 
 4  Her  hands  are  filled  with  length  of  days, 
 True  riches,  and  immortal  praise  : 
 Eiches  of  Christ,  on  all  bestowed, 
 
 And  honor  that  descends  from  God. 
 
 5  To  purest  joys  she  all  invites, 
 Chaste,  holy,  spiritual  delights ; 
 Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
 And  all  her  flow'ry  paths  are  peace. 
 
 6  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains : 
 Thrice  happy  who  his  guest  retains : 
 He  owns,  and  shall  forever  own, 
 
 Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  heaven,  are  one.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 /*/?ry  CM.         Baldwin  Place. 
 
 UU  i  •  Ingratitude  lamented. 
 
 DEAR  Saviour !  when  my  thoughts  recall 
 The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
 Low  at  thy  feet,  ashamed,  I  fall, 
 And  hide  this  wretched  face. 
 
 2  Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid  ? 
 
 Ah !  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! 
 By  earth's  low  cares  detained — betrayed 
 
 From  Jesus  to  depart : — 
 T  433 
 
668.]  PRAYER  AND  PRAISE, 
 
 3  From  Jesus — who  alone  can  give 
 True  pleasure,  peace  and  rest ; 
 
 When  absent  from  my  Lord,  I  live 
 Unsatisfied,  unblest 
 
 4  But  he,  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
 My  wand'ring  soul  restores : 
 
 He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
 The  pardon  it  implores. 
 
 5  Oh !  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
 The  humble  contrite  sigh, 
 
 Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 
 With  pity  in  thine  eye ! 
 
 6  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  thy  feet 
 Rejoice  to  see  thy  face ; 
 
 And,  grateful,  own  how  kind — how  sweet 
 
 Is  thy  forgiving  grace.  Steele. 
 
 pnry  8th  P.M.  Dublin. 
 
 ODO.  Angels  and  Men  unite  in  his  Praise. 
 
 OTHOU  God  of  my  salvation, 
 My  Redeemer  from  all  sin ; 
 Moved  by  thy  divine  compassion, 
 Who  hast  died  my  heart  to  win, 
 
 I  will  praise  thee : 
 Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin  ? 
 
 2  Though  unseen,  I  love  the  Saviour ; 
 He  hath  brought  salvation  near ; 
 
 Manifests  his  pardoning  favor ; 
 And  when  Jesus  doth  appear, 
 
 Soul  and  body 
 Shall  his  glorious  image  bear. 
 
 3  While  the  angel  choirs  are  crying, 
 Glory  to  the  great  I  AM ! 
 
 I  with  them  will  still  be  vying, 
 Glory !  glory  to  the  Lamb ! 
 
 Oh  how  precious 
 Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name ! 
 434 
 
PRAYER   AND   TRAISE.  [6G9. 
 
 4  Angels  now  are  hovering  round  us, 
 Unperoeived  amid  the  throng, 
 
 Wond'ring  at  the  love  that  crowned  us, 
 Glad  to  join  the  holy  song : 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong ! 
 
 5  Now  I  see  with  joy  and  wonder, 
 Whence  the  gracious  spring  arose ; 
 
 Angel  minds  are  lost  to  ponder, 
 Dying  love's  mysterious  cause ; 
 
 Yet  the  blessing 
 Down  to  all,  to  me  it  flows ! 
 
 6  Tins  hath  set  me  all  on  fire ; 
 Strongly  glows  the  flame  of  love ; 
 
 Higher  mounts  my  soul,  and  higher, 
 Struggles  for  its  swift  remove ; 
 
 Then  I  '11  praise  him, 
 In  a  nobler  strain  above !  C.  Wesley. 
 
 f>[*(\  C.  M.  Balerma. 
 
 but/.        God  the  Fount  of  all  Good. 
 
 Y  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys. 
 The  life  of  my  delights, 
 The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
 And  comfort  of  my  nights  ! 
 
 2  In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 
 My  dawning  is  begun ; 
 
 Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
 And  thou  my  rising  sun. 
 
 3  The  op'ning  heavens  around  me  shine, 
 With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
 
 If  Jesus  shows  his  mercy  mine, 
 And  whispers  I  am  his. 
 
 4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
 At  that  transporting  word, 
 
 Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
 To  see  and  praise  my  Lord. 
 435 
 
670,  671.]  GRAYER   AND   PRAISE. 
 
 5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
 I  'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
 
 The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith, 
 Would  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 
 
 0  ill.  Worship  and  Praise. 
 
 COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
 And  hymns  of  glory  sing ; 
 Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
 The  universal  King. 
 
 2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown, 
 He  gave  the  seas  their  bound ; 
 
 The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
 And  all  the  solid  ground. 
 
 3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 
 Come,  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
 
 We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own, 
 He  formed  us  by  his  word. 
 
 4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 
 Ivor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
 
 Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
 And  own  your  gracious  God. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 Preston. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 ar^-i  3rd  P.  or  H.  M.         Dunstable. 
 
 0  I  !.•  The  Lord  our  Deliverer. 
 
 AWAKE  thy  song,  0  earth ! 
 For  God  hath  heard  thy  cry : 
 A  glorious  day  hath  birth, 
 
 Its  star  is  in  the  sky ; 
 Though  long  thy  night,  and  deep  its  gloom, 
 Arise  !  arise  !  thy  light  has  come. 
 
 2  Amid  the  storm  of  wrath, 
 
 When  ruin's  deluge  reigned, 
 He  saw  the  direful  death, 
 
 And  bade  the  ruin  end. 
 Deliverance  came,  the  ark  was  reared, 
 And  o'er  the  flood  the  bow  appeared. 
 436 
 
PRAYER  AND   PRAISE.  [672. 
 
 3  What  though  thy  foe  be  strong, 
 And  ' '  legion"  his  dread  name — 
 
 Though  of  the  wrathful  throng 
 
 He  bear  the  loftiest  fame  ? 
 Thy  help  descends  from  yonder  throne, 
 And  victory  is  the  Lord's  alone. 
 
 4  'T  was  God  who  saw  thy  fears, 
 Who  heard  thy  thousandth  sigh, 
 
 When  thou,  abased  in  tears, 
 
 Scarce  hoped  that  help  was  nigh ; 
 He  dashed  the  cup  that  hell  had  given, 
 And  showered  the  crystal  stream  of  heaven.  * 
 
 ary(\  3rd  P.  or  H.  M.      Carmarthen. 
 
 0  I  £.  Give  TJmnks  to  God. 
 
 GIVE  thanks  to  God  most  high, 
 The  universal  Lord ; 
 The  sovereign  King  of  kings ; 
 
 And  be  his  grace  adored. 
 Thy  mercy,  Lord,  shall  still  endure, 
 And  ever  sure  abides  thy  word. 
 
 2  How  mighty  is  his  hand ! 
 What  wonders  hath  he  done ! 
 
 He  formed  the  earth  and  seas, 
 
 And  spread  the  heavens  alone. 
 His  power  and  grace  are  still  the  same ; 
 And  let  his  name  have  endless  praise. 
 
 3  He  saw  the  nations  lie, 
 All  perishing  in  sin, 
 
 And  pitied  the  sad  state 
 
 The  ruined  world  was  in. 
 Thy  mercy,  Lord,  shall  still  endure, 
 And  ever  sure  abides  thy  word. 
 
 4  He  sent  his  holy  Son 
 
 To  save  us  from  our  woe, 
 From  Satan,  sin,  and  death, 
 
 And  every  hurtfid  foe. 
 His  power  and  grace  are  still  the  same ; 
 And  let  his  name  have  endless  praise.  * 
 
 437 
 
673,  674.]  PRAYER   AST)   PRAISE. 
 
 5th  P.  M.     Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  121. 
 Songs  of  Praise. 
 
 SOXGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
 Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
 When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
 When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 
 
 2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
 When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born, 
 Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
 Captive  led  captivity. 
 
 3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
 Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  ; 
 God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, 
 Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 
 
 4  And  will  man  alone  be  dumb, 
 Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
 No — the  church  delights  to  raise 
 Psalms,  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 
 
 5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
 Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice ; 
 Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
 
 Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above.  Montgomery. 
 
 674. 
 
 C.    M.  PlSGAH. 
 
 Sacred  Joy. 
 
 OH  !  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
 To  God,  the  sovereign  King! 
 Let  every  land  its  tongues  employ, 
 And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 
 
 2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high ; 
 His  heavenly  guards  around 
 
 Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 
 With  trumpet's  joyful  sound. 
 
 3  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 
 Let  mortals  learn  their  strains ; 
 
 Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  sing ; 
 
 O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns.  Watte. 
 
 438 
 
TRAYER   AND   TRAISE.  [675,  676. 
 
 /^ry^  C.  M.  Cambridge. 
 
 0  I  0.  Sing  to  the  Lord. 
 
 SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
 Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue : 
 His  new  discovered  grace  demands 
 A  new  and  nobler  song. 
 
 2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 
 God's  own  almighty  Son : 
 
 His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
 And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 
 
 3  Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 
 Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen  ; 
 
 Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
 And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 
 
 4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  skies, 
 His  glorious  train  display ; 
 
 Ye  mountains  sink,  ye  valleys  rise, 
 Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 
 
 5  Behold  he  comes  to  bless 
 The  nations  as  their  God ; 
 
 To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
 
 And  send  his  truth  abroad.  Watts. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.    Pleyel's  Hymx. 
 Redeeming  Love. 
 
 TtTOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
 IN    Sing  aloud  to  Jesus'  name  ! 
 Ye  who  his  salvation  prove, 
 Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 
 
 2  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
 Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
 As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
 Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 
 
 3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears : 
 Banish  all  your  guilty  fears ; 
 
 See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
 Canceled  by  redeeming  love. 
 439 
 
677,  678.]  PRAYER   AND   PRAISE. 
 
 4  Ye,  alas !  who  long  have  been 
 Willing  slaves  to  death  and  sin, 
 Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
 Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 
 
 5  Welcome  all  by  sin  oppressed, 
 Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest: 
 Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
 
 Nothing  but  redeeming  love.  Langwood. 
 
 /^ryry  C  M.  Zerah. 
 
 Oil.  Worthy  the  Lamb. 
 
 COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
 With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
 Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
 But  all  their  joys  are  one. 
 
 2  Worthy  the  Lamb,  that  died,  they  cry, 
 To  be  exalted  thus : 
 
 Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 
 For  he  was  slam  for  us. 
 
 3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
 Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
 
 And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
 Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 
 
 4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
 To  bless  the  sacred  name 
 
 Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
 
 And  to  adore  the  Lamb.  * 
 
 fiWQ  L.  M.     Ware,  or  Wesl.  Ps.,  p.  68. 
 
 U  I  O.  The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
 
 WHEN,  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
 The  glittering  hosts  bestud  the  sky ; 
 One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 
 
 Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 
 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, 
 440 
 
PRAYER   AUD   PRAISE.  [679. 
 
 2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 
 
 The  storm  was  loud — the  night  was  dark, 
 The  wean  yawned — and  rudely  blowed 
 
 The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark; 
 Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 
 
 Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem; 
 When  suddenly  a  star  arose — 
 
 It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
 
 3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all — 
 It  hade  my  dark  forebodings  cea.se ; 
 
 And  through  the  storm,  and  danger's  thrall,, 
 
 It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
 Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 
 
 I  ?11  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
 Forever  and  for  evermore, 
 
 The  Star,  the  Star  of  Bethlehem.  TRnie. 
 
 r.vQ  19th  P.  31.  6s  &  4s.         Guidance. 
 
 0  I  tf .  Christ,  our  Confidence. 
 
 MY  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
 Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary  : 
 Saviour  divine, 
 Xow  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
 Take  all  my  guilt  away ; 
 Oh  let  me,  from  this  day ; 
 Be  wholly  thine. 
 
 2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
 Strength  to  my  fainting  heart ; 
 
 My  zeal  inspire ; 
 As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
 Oh  may  my  love  to  thee 
 Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be — 
 
 A  living  fire. 
 
 3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
 And  griefs  around  me  spread, 
 
 Be  thou  my  guide ; 
 Bid  darkness  turn  to  day  ; 
 Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
 Nor  let  me  ever  stray 
 
 From  thee  aside. 
 
 T2  441 
 
680,  681.] 
 
 WATCHFULNESS. 
 
 4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream ; 
 When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 
 
 Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
 Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love 
 Fear  and  distress  remove ; 
 Oh,  bear  me  safe  above, — 
 
 A  ransomed  soul. 
 
 Watchfulness. 
 
 E.  Palmer. 
 
 PQ[\  S.  M.  St.  Thomas. 
 
 OOU.  The  important  Charge. 
 
 A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
 A  God  to  glorify, 
 A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
 And  fit  "it  for  the  sky. 
 
 2  To  serve  the  present  age, 
 My  calling  to  fulfill, 
 
 Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
 To  do  my  Master's  will. 
 
 3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care 
 As  in  thy  sight  to  live, 
 
 And,  oh,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
 A  strict  account  to  give. 
 
 4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
 And  on  thyself  rely, 
 
 Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
 
 I  shall  forever  die.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 /iQ-j  S.  M.  Kentucky. 
 
 DOl.  "Be  sober  and  watch." 
 
 GIVE  me  a  sober  mind, 
 A  quick  discerning  eye, 
 The  first  approach  of  sin  to  find, 
 
 And  all  occasions  fly. 
 2  Still  may  I  cleave  to  thee, 
 
 And  never  more  depart ; 
 But  watch,  with  godly  jealousy, 
 Over  my  evil  heart. 
 
 442 
 
WATCHFULNESS.  [682. 
 
 3  Thus  may  I  pass  my  days 
 Of  sojourning  beneath, 
 
 And  languish  to  conclude  my  race, 
 And  render  up  my  breath. 
 
 4  In  humble  love  and  fear, 
 Thine  image  to  regain,, 
 
 And  see  thee  in  the  clouds  appear, 
 
 And  rise  with  thee  to  reign !  C.  Wesley. 
 
 fi£\r\  Q  M-  St.  Martins, 
 
 bo  hJ.  "  Watch  and  pray." 
 
 ALAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise ! 
 What  snares  beset  my  way ! 
 To  heaven  oh  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
 And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 
 
 2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 
 And  melt  in  flowing  tears  : 
 
 My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain ! 
 How  strong  my  foes  and  fears ! 
 
 3  0  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 
 My  feeble  efforts  aid ; 
 
 Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
 Though  trembling  and  afraid. 
 
 4  Increase  my  faith,  confirm  my  hope, 
 When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 
 
 And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
 Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 
 
 5  Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart, 
 Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 
 
 My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
 My  guardian  and  my  guide. 
 
 6  Oh  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 
 And  bid  the  tempter  flee : 
 
 And  let  me  never,  never  stray 
 
 From  happiness  and  thee.  Steele. 
 
 443 
 
683,  684.]  WATCHFULNESS. 
 
 /*  Q  Q  38th  R    M«    8S  &  6S'  SAC-    MEL- 
 
 000.  Go,  ivatch  and  pray. 
 
 GO,  watch  and  pray ;  thou  canst  not  tell 
 How  near  thine  hour  may  be ; 
 Thou  canst  not  know  how  soon  the  bell 
 
 May  toll  its  notes  for  thee : 
 Death's  countless  snares  beset  thy  way  ; 
 Frail  child  of  dust !  go,  watch  and  pray. 
 
 2  Fond  youth,  while  free  from  blighting  care, 
 Does  thy  firm  pulse  beat  high  ? 
 
 Do  hope's  glad  visions,  bright  and  fair, 
 
 Dilate  before  thine  eye  ? 
 Soon  these  must  change — must  pass  away, 
 Frail  child  of  dust !  go,  watch  and  pray. 
 
 3  Thou  aged  man !  life's  wintry  storm 
 Hath  seared  thy  vernal  bloom ; 
 
 With  trembling  limbs  and  wasting  form, 
 
 Thou  'rt  bending  o'er  the  tomb  : 
 And  can  vain  hope  lead  thee  astray  ? 
 Go,  weary  pilgrim !  watch  and  pray. 
 
 4  Ambition,  stop  thy  panting  breath ! 
 Pride,  sink  thy  lifted  eye  ! 
 
 Behold !  the  caverns,  dark  with  death, 
 
 Before  you  open  he  : 
 The  heavenly  warning  now  obey, 
 Ye  sons  of  pride !  go,  watch  and  pray.  * 
 
 684. 
 
 S.  M.  Bishop. 
 
 Watchfulness. 
 
 BID  me  of  men  beware, 
 And  to  my  ways  take  heed ; 
 Discern  their  every  secret  snare, 
 And  circumspectly  tread. 
 
 2  Oh  may  I  calmly  wait 
 Thy  succors  from  above  ! 
 
 And  stand  against  their  open  hate, 
 And  well-dissembled  love. 
 444 
 
WATCHFULNESS.  [685. 
 
 3  My  spirit,  Lord,  alarm, 
 When  men  and  devils  join  : 
 
 'Gainst  all  the  powers  of  Satan  arm, 
 In  panoply  divine\ 
 
 4  Oh  may  I  set  my  face, 
 His  onsets  to  repel ! 
 
 Quench  all  his  fiery  dart-,  and  chase 
 The  fiend  to  his  own  hell. 
 
 5  But,  above  all,  afraid 
 Of  my  own  bosom  foe, 
 
 Still  let  me  seek  to  thee  for  aid, 
 To  thee  my  weakness  show ; 
 
 6  Hang  on  thy  arm  alone, 
 With  self-distrusting  care, 
 
 And  deeply  in  the  Spirit  groan, 
 
 The  never-ceasing  prayer.  C  Wesley. 
 
 685. 
 
 C.  M.  Obton'yille. 
 
 Prayerful  Watching. 
 
 THOU,  Lord,  hast  blest  my  coming  out, 
 Oh  bless  my  coming  in ! 
 Compass  my  weakness  round  about, 
 And  keep  me  safe  from  sin. 
 
 2  Still  hide  me  in  thy  secret  place, 
 Thy  tabernacle  spread ; 
 
 Shelter  me  with  preserving  grace, 
 And  screen  my  naked  head. 
 
 3  To  Thee  for  refuge  may  I  run, 
 From  sin's  alluring  snare : 
 
 Beady  its  first  approach  to  shun, 
 And  watching  unto  prayer. 
 
 4  Oh  that  I  never,  never  more 
 Might  from  thy  ways  depart ; 
 
 Here  let  me  give  my  wand' rings  o'er, 
 By  giving  thee  my  heart. 
 445 
 
686,  687.]  WATCHFULNESS. 
 
 5  Fix  my  new  heart  on  things  above, 
 
 And  then  from  earth  release  ; 
 I  ask  not  life,  but  let  me  love, 
 
 And  lay  me  down  in  peace.       '  C.  Wesley. 
 
 6q/*  C.  M.       Brattle  Street. 
 
 O0«  For  a  tender  Conscience. 
 
 I  WANT  a  principle  within, 
 Of  jealous,  godly  fear ; 
 A  sensibility  of  sin, — 
 A  pain  to  feel  it  near : 
 
 1  want  the  first  approach  to  feel, 
 
 Of  pride,  or  fond  desire ; 
 To  catch  the  wand'ring  of  my  will, 
 And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 
 
 2  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 
 No  more  thy  goodness  grieve ; 
 
 The  filial  awe,  the  fleshy  heart, 
 
 The  tender  conscience,  give. 
 Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 
 
 O  God,  my  conscience  make ; 
 Awake,  my  soul,  when  sin  is  nigh, 
 
 And  keep  it  still  awake. 
 
 3  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 
 That  moment,  Lord,  reprove: 
 
 And  let  me  weep  my  life  away, 
 
 For  having  grieved  thy  love. 
 Oh  may  the  least  omission  pain 
 
 My  well-instructed  soul, 
 And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again, 
 
 Which  makes  the  wounded  whole.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 6Qry  C.  ML  Devizes. 
 
 O  i  .  Watching  the  Tongue. 
 
 THUS  I  resolved  before  the  Lord — 
 * '  X ow  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
 Lest  I  let  slip  one  sinful  word, 
 Or  do  my  neighbor  wrong." 
 446 
 
WATCHFULNESS.  [688. 
 
 2  And  if  I  'm  e'er  constrained  to  stay 
 With  men  of  lives  profane, 
 
 1  '11  set  a  double  guard  that  day, 
 
 Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 
 
 3  I  '11  scarce  allow  my  lips  to  speak 
 The  pious  thoughts  I  feel ; 
 
 Lest  scoffers  should  th'  occasion  take 
 To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 
 
 4  Yet  if  some  proper  hour  appear, 
 I  '11  not  be  overawed  ; 
 
 But  let  the  scoffing  sinners  hear 
 
 That  I  can  speak  for  God.  * 
 
 6qq  C.  M.  Jordan. 
 
 0O«  Walking  circumspectly.. 
 
 GOD  of  all  grace  and  majesty, 
 Supremely  great  and  good, 
 If  I  have  mercy  found  with  thee, 
 
 Through  the  atoning  blood  ; 
 The  guard  of  all  thy  mercies  give, 
 
 And  to  my  pardon  join 
 A  fear  lest  I  should  ever  grieve 
 The  Comforter  divine. 
 
 2  If  mercy  is  indeed  with  thee, 
 May  I  obedient  prove, 
 
 Nor  e'er  abuse  my  liberty, 
 
 Or  sin  against  thy  love ; 
 This  choicest  fruit  of  faith  bestow 
 
 On  a  poor  sojourner ; 
 And  let  me  pass  my  days  below, 
 
 In  humbleness  and  fear. 
 
 3  Still  may  I  walk  as  in  thy  sight, 
 My  strict  observer  see ; 
 
 And  thou,  by  rev'rent  love,  unite 
 
 My  child-like  heart  to  thee ; 
 Still  let  me,  till  my  days  are  passed, 
 
 At  Jesus'  feet  abide : 
 So  shall  he  lift  me  up  at  last, 
 
 And  seat  me  by  his  side.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 447 
 
689,  690.]  WARFARE. 
 
 Warfare. 
 
 /*QA  C.  M.  Arlington. 
 
 DO  J.  The  Soldier  of  the  Cross. 
 
 4  M  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
 jTjl  A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
 And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
 Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 
 
 2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 
 On  fiowen'  beds  of  ease  ? 
 
 While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
 And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 
 
 3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
 Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
 
 Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
 To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 
 
 4  Since  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign, 
 Increase  my  courage,  Lord ! 
 
 1  '11  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
 
 Supported  by  thy  word. 
 
 5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
 Shall  conquer,  though  they  die ; 
 
 They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
 With  faith's  discerning  eye. 
 
 6  TThen  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
 And  all  thy  armies  shine 
 
 In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
 
 The  glory  shall  be  thine.  Watts. 
 
 VJ\J.  First  Part 
 
 TJie  Watchmen's  Cry. 
 
 HARK,  how  the  watchmen  ciy ! 
 Attend  the  trumpet's  sound*; 
 Stand  to  your  arms,  the  foe  is  nigh ; 
 The  powers  of  hell  surround. 
 
 2  Who  bow  to  Christ's  command, 
 Your  arms  and  hearts  prepare ; 
 
 The  day  of  battle  is  at  hand, — 
 Go  forth  to  glorious  war ! 
 448 
 
WARFARE.  [691. 
 
 3  Sec,  on  the  mountain  top, 
 The  standard  of  your  God ! 
 
 In  Jesus'  name  'tis  lifted  up, 
 All  stained  with  hallowed  blood. 
 
 4  His  standard  bearers,  now 
 To  all  the  nations  call : 
 
 To  Jesus'  cross,  ye  nations,  bow ; 
 He  bore  the  cross  for  all. 
 
 5  Go  up  with  Christ,  your  Head, 
 Your  Captain's  footsteps  see  ; 
 
 Follow  your  Captain,  and  be  led 
 To  certain  victory. 
 
 6  All  power  to  him  is  given : 
 He  ever  reigns  the  same ; 
 
 Salvation,  happiness,  and  heaven, 
 Are  all  in  Jesus'  name. 
 
 7  Only  have  faith  in  God  ; 
 In  faith  your  foes  assail : 
 
 Not  wrestling  against  flesh  and  blood, 
 But  all  the  powers  of  hell. 
 
 8  From  thrones  of  glory  driven, 
 By  flaming  vengeance  hurled, 
 
 They  throng  the  air,  and  darken  heaven, 
 And  rule  this  lower  world.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 691. 
 
 S.    M.  HOBART. 
 
 Second  Part. 
 
 ANGELS  our  march  oppose, 
 Who  still  in  strength  excel, 
 Your  secret,  sworn,  eternal  foes, 
 Countless,  invisible. 
 
 2  With  rage  that  never  ends, 
 Their  hellish  arts  they  try  : 
 
 Legions  of  dire,  malicious  fiends, 
 And  spirits  enthroned  on  high. 
 449 
 
692.]  WARFARE. 
 
 3  On  earth  th'  usurpers  reign, 
 Exert  their  baneful  power ; 
 
 O'er  the  poor  fallen  sons  of  men 
 They  tyrannize  their  hour. 
 
 4  But  shall  believers  fear? 
 And  shall  believers  fly  ? 
 
 Or  see  the  bloody  cross  appear, 
 And  all  their  powers  defy  ? 
 
 5  Jesus'  tremendous  name 
 Puts  all  our  foes  to  flight ! 
 
 Jesus,  the  meek,  the  angry  Lamb, 
 A  lion  is  in  fight. 
 
 6  By  all  hell's  host  withstood, 
 We  all  hell's  host  o'erthrow ; 
 
 And  conqu'ring  them  through  Jesus'  blood, 
 We  on  to  conquer  go. 
 
 7  Our  Captain  leads  us  on ; 
 He  beckons  from  the  skies, 
 
 And  reaches  out  a  starry  crown, 
 And  bids  us  take  the  prize. 
 
 8  "  Be  faithful  unto  death  ; 
 Partake  my  victory, 
 
 And  thou  shalt  wear  this  glorious  wreath, 
 
 And  thou  shalt  reign  with  me."  C.  Wesley. 
 
 692. 
 
 S.  M.  Luther. 
 
 Be  on  thy  Guard. 
 
 MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 
 Ten  thousand  foes  arise ; 
 The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard, 
 To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 
 
 2  Oh  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 
 The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
 
 Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
 And  help  divine  implore. 
 450 
 
WARFARE.  [693,  694. 
 
 3  Xe'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 
 Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down ; 
 
 Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
 Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown. 
 
 4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 
 Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ; 
 
 He  '11  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath, 
 
 Up  to  his  blest  abode.  Heath. 
 
 /*qq  L.  M.     Park  Street,  P.  C.  166. 
 
 Ot/O.  Awake,  my  Soul. 
 
 AWAKE,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes  ; 
 See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
 In  long  array,  a  numerous  host ; 
 Awake,  my  soul !  or  thou  art  lost. 
 
 2  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
 And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage, 
 The  meanest  foe  of  all  the  train 
 
 Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 
 
 3  Thou  treadest  on  enchanted  ground ; 
 Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round ; 
 Beware  of  all,  guard  every  part, — 
 But  most  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 
 
 4  Put  on  the  armor,  from  above, 
 
 Of  heavenly  truth,  and  heavenly  love ; 
 
 The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 
 
 And  powers  of  earth,  and  powers  of  hell.  * 
 
 nr\  a  1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.         Saunders. 
 
 DJt,  Courage. 
 
 OURROUXDED  by  a  host  of  foes, 
 
 0  Stormed  by  a  host  of  foes  within ; 
 Nor  swift  to  flee,  nor  strong  t'  oppose, 
 
 Single  against  hell,  earth,  and  sin ; 
 Single,  yet  undismayed,  I  am ; 
 
 1  dare  believe  in  Jesus'  name. 
 
 451 
 
695.]  WARFARE. 
 
 2  What,  though  a  thousand  hosts  engage 
 A  thousand  worlds,  my  soul  to  shake : 
 
 I  have  a  shield  shall  quell  their  rage, 
 And  drive  the  alien  armies  back ; 
 Portrayed,  it  bears  a  bleeding  Lamb ; 
 I  dare  believe  in  Jesus'  name. 
 
 3  Me  to  retrieve  from  Satan's  hands, 
 Me  from  this  evil  world  to  free, 
 
 To  purge  my  sins,  and  loose  my  bands, 
 
 And  save  from  all  iniquity; 
 My  Lord  and  God,  from  heaven  he  came, 
 I  dare  believe  in  Jesus'  name. 
 
 4  Salvation  in  his  name  there  is, 
 Salvation  from  sin,  death,  and  hell ; 
 
 Salvation  into  glorious  bliss ; 
 
 How  great  salvation  who  can  tell  ? 
 But  all  he  hath  for  mine  I  claim, 
 I  dare  believe  hi  Jesus'  name.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 P.  M.  7s  &  6s.  Caledonia. 
 
 Onward,  ye  Hosts  of  God. 
 
 SOLDIERS  of  the  cross,  arise ! 
 Lo !  your  Leader  from  the  skies 
 Waves  before  you  glory's  prize, 
 
 The  prize  of  victory. 
 
 Seize  your  armor,  gird  it  on ; 
 
 Fight  until  the  battle 's  won  ; 
 
 Soon  the  conflict  will  be  done, 
 
 Then  struggle  manfully. 
 
 2  Jesus  conquered  when  he  fell, 
 Met  and  vanquished  earth  and  hell ; 
 Now  he  leads  you  on  to  swell 
 
 The  triumphs  of  his  cross. 
 Though  your  enemies  appear, 
 Who  will  doubt,  or  who  can  fear  ? 
 God,  our  strength  and  shield,  is  near ; 
 
 AVe  can  not  lose  our  cause. 
 452 
 
WARFARE.  [696. 
 
 S  Onward,  then,  ye  hosts  of  God! 
 Jesus  points  the  victors  rod, 
 Follow  where  your  Leader  trod ; 
 
 You  soon  shall  see  his  face. 
 Soon,  your  enemies  all  slain, 
 Crowns  of  glory  you  shall  gain  ; 
 Boon  you  '11  join  that  glorious  train, 
 
 Who  shout  their  Saviour's  prake. 
 
 696. 
 
 P.  M.  7s&68.     Ch.  Hos.,p.  93. 
 
 Christian  Warrior. 
 
 pHILDKEX  of  the  living  God, 
 \J  When  the  paths  of  sin  ye  trod, 
 Grace  restrained  the  angry  rod  : 
 
 Bless  Messiah's  name. 
 Satan's  bondmen  once  ye  were, 
 Willing  captives  in  his  snare, 
 Till  with  mighty  arm  made  bare, 
 
 Christ  your  rescue  came. 
 
 2  Now  the  fight  of  faith  begin ; 
 Be  no  more  the  slaves  of  sin ; 
 Strive  the  victor's  palm  to  win, 
 
 Trusting  in  the  Lord. 
 Gird  ye  on  the  armor  bright, 
 Warriors  of  the  King  of  light, 
 Never  yield,  nor  lose  by  flight, 
 
 Your  divine  reward. 
 
 3  Fear  not,  though  a  feeble  band, 
 Marching  through  a  hostile  land ; 
 Guided  by  a  mighty  hand, 
 
 Ye  shall  win  the  day. 
 Faithful  to  your  banner  be, 
 Ever  fighting  manfully ; 
 Laurels  shall  be  won  by  thee, 
 
 Fading  not  away. 
 
 453 
 
697.]  WARFARE. 
 
 4  Sinners,  long  estranged  from  God, 
 Paths  of  sorrow  ye  have  trod, 
 Oft  have  felt  th'  avenging  rod ; 
 
 Peace  have  never  known. 
 Give  to  Christ  the  glory  due, 
 Be  his  soldiers  faithful,  true, 
 Then  he  will  award  to  you 
 
 An  immortal  crown. 
 
 69T. 
 
 P.  M.    Gold.  Cen.,  p.  126. 
 Victory  at  last 
 
 WE  'VE  joined  the  glorious  Army, 
 Who  march  to  Zion's  Hill, 
 And  our  Saviour  is  our  Captain, 
 
 And  he  '11  protect  us  still. 
 And  though  the  conflict  rages, 
 
 We  know  'twill  soon  be  past, 
 For  every  soldier  of  the  cross 
 There 's  victory  at  last. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 For  there 's  victory  at  last,  yes, 
 
 There 's  victory  at  last. 
 We  '11  shout  and  sing  to  God  our  King, 
 
 And  praise  him  for  the  past, 
 Oh  we  '11  praise  him  for  the  past,  yes, 
 
 We'll  praise  him  for  the  past, 
 For  there 's  victory,  victory,  victory  at  last. 
 
 2  Our  foe,  the  cruel  tempter, 
 
 The  world  our  battle-field, 
 While  the  Bible  is  our  weapon 
 
 And  God  our  strength  and  shield, 
 Press  onward,  gallant  heroes, 
 
 The  war  will  soon  be  past, 
 Then  to  every  soldier  of  the  cross 
 
 There 's  victory  at  last. 
 
 454 
 
WARFARE.  [698. 
 
 3  Our  troops  are  bold  and  fearless, 
 And  though  our  march  be  long, 
 
 O'er  craggy  rock  and  mountain, 
 
 We  sing  our  battle-song. 
 Hoeanna  in  the  highest, 
 
 Our  toil  will  soon  be  past. 
 Then  to  every  soldier  of  the  Cross 
 
 There 's  victory  at  last. 
 
 4  Oh  joyful,  joyful  tidings, 
 Let  every  tear  be  dry, 
 
 For  our  army  is  advancing, 
 
 The  promised  land  is  nigh. 
 And  when  the  war  is  over, 
 
 And  every  danger  passed, 
 Then  we  '11  sing  with  all  the  ransomed  there, 
 
 Of  victory  at  last.  * 
 
 sif\r\  L-  St  Duke  Street. 
 
 Ut/(3»  Encouraging. 
 
 CO^EE,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
 Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed ; 
 Submit  to  all  the  ways  of  God, 
 And  walk  the  narrow,  happy  road. 
 
 2  Great  tribulations  you  shall  meet, 
 But  soon  shall  walk  the  golden  street ; 
 Though  hell  may  rage  and  vent  its  spite, 
 Yet  Christ  will  save  his  heart's  delight. 
 
 3  Behold  the  righteous  marching  home, 
 And  all  the  angels  bid  them  come, 
 
 While  Christ,  the  Judge,  these  words  proclaims, 
 u  Here  come  my  saints,  I  own  their  names  : 
 
 4  "Ye  everlasting  gates,  fly  wide; 
 Make  ready  to  receive  my  bride ; 
 
 Ye  harps  of  heaven  now  sound  aloud, 
 Here  comes  the  purchase  of  my  blood." 
 455 
 
699.]  WARFARE. 
 
 5  In  grandeur  see  the  royal  line, 
 In  glitt'ring  robes  the  sun  outshine ; 
 See  saints  and  angels  join  in  one, 
 And  march  in  splendor  to  the  throne. 
 
 6  They  stand  in  wonder  and  look  on ; 
 They  join  in  one  eternal  song, 
 Their  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 
 "While  raptures  set  their  souls  on  fire. 
 
 699. 
 
 P.  M.  6s  &  5s. 
 "Fight  the  good  Fight  of  Faith." 
 
 FIGHT  the  good  fight  of  faith ! 
 Thy  God  is  near  thee ; 
 He  standeth  by  thy  side,    ■ 
 
 Always  to  cheer  thee. 
 What  though  thy  foes  may  come 
 
 Thicker  and  faster  ? 
 Jesus  thy  Captain  is, 
 Thy  gracious  master. 
 
 2  Valiantly  stand  thy  ground 
 A  little  longer  ; 
 
 Though  strong  thy  foes  appear, 
 
 Thy  Lord  is  stronger. 
 Trust  him  in  every  hour, 
 
 He  '11  ne'er  forsake  thee ; 
 Up  to  his  heavenly  home    ' 
 
 Surely  he  '11  take  thee. 
 
 3  There  thou  shalt  praise  his  name ; 
 Part  from  him  never  ; 
 
 There,  in  eternal  peace, 
 
 Happy  forever, 
 Look  back  on  battles  fought, 
 
 Conflicts  all  over, 
 Clothed  in  thy  Saviour's  light, 
 
 Blest  in  .his  favor.  * 
 
 456 
 
TOO. 
 
 WARFARE.  [700,  701. 
 
 2Gth  P.  11  8  lines  7  &  6s.      Modena. 
 
 God  is  for  us. 
 
 G10D  is  my  strong  salvation, 
 T  What  foe  have  I  to  fear? 
 In  darkness  and  temptation 
 
 My  light,  my  help,  is  near : 
 Though  hosts  encamp  around  me, 
 
 Firm  in  the  fight  I  stand ; 
 What  terror  can  confound  me, 
 With  God  at  my  right  hand  ? 
 
 2  Place  on  the  Lord  reliance : 
 
 My  soul  with  courage  wait ; 
 His  truth  be  thine  affiance, 
 
 When  faint  and  desolate ; 
 His  might  thy  heart  shall  strengthen, 
 
 His  love  thy  joy  increase ; 
 Mercy  thy  days  shall  lengthen, 
 
 The  Lord  will  give  thee  peace.  Montgomery. 
 
 ryf\-t  S.  M.  Ardor. 
 
 701. 
 
 Stand  up  for  Jesus. 
 
 OOLDIEES  of  Christ,  arise, 
 
 U  And  put  your  armor  on, 
 
 Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
 
 Through  his  eternal  Son ; 
 Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 
 
 And  in  his  mighty  power, 
 Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
 
 Is  more  than  conqueror. 
 
 2  Stand,  then,  in  his  great  might, 
 
 With  all  his  strength  endued ; 
 But  take  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
 
 The  panoply  of  God : 
 That  having  all  things  done, 
 
 And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
 Ye  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone, 
 
 And  stand  entire  at  last. 
 U  457 
 
702.]  WARFARE. 
 
 3  Stand,  then,  against  your  foes, 
 In  close  and  firm  array ; 
 
 Legions  of  wily  fiends  oppose, 
 
 Throughout  the  evil  day : 
 But  meet  the  sons  of  night, 
 
 And  mock  their  vain  design, 
 Armed  in  the  arms  of  heavenly  light, 
 
 Of  righteousness  divine. 
 
 4  Leave  no  unguarded  place, 
 No  weakness  of  the  soul ; 
 
 Take  every  virtue,  every  grace, 
 
 And  fortify  the  whole : 
 Indissolubly  joined, 
 
 To  battle  all  proceed  ; 
 But  arm  yourselves  with  all  the  mind 
 
 That  was  in  Christ,  your  Head.  (7.  Wesley. 
 
 ^AO  5th  R  M"  7s*     CoME  HoME>  P' C*  229' 
 
 lU  (yj%  Encouraging. 
 
 BRETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
 Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear ; 
 Foes  we  have,  but  we  've  a  Friend, 
 One  that  loves  us  to  the  end. 
 Forward,  then,  with  courage  go ; 
 Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below ; 
 Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
 "  Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home!  * 
 
 2  In  the  way  a  thousand  snares 
 Lie,  to  take  us  unawares ; 
 Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
 Watches  each  unguarded  part ; 
 But,  from  Satan's  malice  free, 
 Saint3  shall  soon  victorious  be ; 
 Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
 "  Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home !  " 
 458 
 
WARFARE.  [703,  704. 
 
 3  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
 
 None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 
 
 None  betray  us  into 
 
 Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within  ; 
 
 Yet  let  nothing  spoil  our  peace, 
 
 Christ  shall  also  conquer  the  - 
 
 Boon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
 
 '"Child,  yuur  Father  calls,  come  home!  "  * 
 
 vnr>  C.  ML  Dedham. 
 
 i  UO«  God,  our  Leader. 
 
 TT^E  love  thee.  Lord,  and  we  adore ; 
 T 1     Now  is  thine  arm  revealed  ; 
 Thou  art  our  strength,  our  heavenly  tower, 
 Our  bulwark  and  our  shield. 
 
 2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Eock, 
 And  find  a  sure  defense  ! 
 
 His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
 And  draw  salvation  thence. 
 
 3  When  God,  our  Leader,  shines  in  arms 
 What  mortal  heart  can  bear 
 
 The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms, 
 The  lightning  of  his  spear  ? 
 
 4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 
 And  angels  in  array. 
 
 In  millions  wait  to  know  his  mind, 
 And  swift  as  flames  obey. 
 
 5  He  speaks — and  at  Ins  fierce  rebuke 
 Whole  armies  are  dismayed ; 
 
 His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look, 
 
 Strike  all  their  courage  dead.  * 
 
 704. 
 
 nsrn  i  p.  Ml  Stafford. 
 
 Victory. 
 
 I  THE  good  fight  have  fought, — 
 Oh,  when  shall  I  declare  \ 
 The  vict'ry  by  my  Saviour  got, 
 I  long  with  Paul  to  share" 
 459 
 
705,  706.]  WARFARE. 
 
 2  Oh,  may  I  triumph  so, 
 When  all  my  warfare 's  past ; 
 
 And,  dying,  find  my  latest  foe 
 Under  my  feet  at  last ! 
 
 3  This  blessed  word  be  mine, 
 Just  as  the  port  is  gained, — 
 
 Kept  by  the  power  of  grace  divine, 
 I  have  the  faith  maintained. 
 
 4  Th'  apostles  of  my  Lord, 
 To  whom  it  first  was  given, 
 
 They  could  not  speak  a  greater  word, 
 
 Kor  all  the  saints  in  heaven.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 ry  r\  £>  C.  M.  Nottingham. 
 
 I  \Jt)9        My  Saviour  and  my  Shield. 
 
 FOREVER  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
 My  Saviour  and  my  Shield ; 
 He  sends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 
 To  arm  me  for  the  field. 
 
 2  When  sin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
 He  makes' my  soul  his  care  ; 
 
 Instructs  me  in  the  heavenly  fight, 
 And  guards  me  through  the  war. 
 
 3  A  Friend  and  Helper  so  divine, 
 Doth  my  weak  courage  raise ; 
 
 He  makes  the  glorious  victry  mine, 
 
 And  his  shall  be  the  praise.  Watts. 
 
 ty[\[i         26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.     Sac.  Mel.,  p.  58. 
 I  UO.  Longing  to  see  Jesus. 
 
 OH  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
 And  dwell  with  him  above, 
 To  drink  the  flowing  fountains 
 
 Of  everlasting  love  ? 
 When  shall  I  be  delivered 
 
 From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
 And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 
 Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 
 460 
 
WARFARE.  [707. 
 
 2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 
 My  Captain's  voice  I  hear  ; 
 
 He  gives  me  all  my  orders, 
 
 And  tells  me  not  to  fear. 
 And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 
 
 A  crown  of  life  he  '11  give, 
 And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 
 
 Eternally  shall  live. 
 
 3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 
 To  conquer,  though  I  die ; 
 
 And  then  away  to  Jesus 
 
 On  wings  of  love  I  '11  fly : — 
 Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 
 
 I  bid  them  all  adieu ; 
 And  you,  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 
 
 And  on  your  way  pursue. 
 
 4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 
 
 And  trials  on  the  way,  • 
 
 Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 
 
 And  do  n't  forget  to  pray. 
 Gird  on  your  heavenly  armor 
 
 Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
 And  when  the  war  is  ended, 
 
 You  '11  rekrn  with  him  above.  * 
 
 rv^  P.  M.  5s  &  6s.     S.  S.  Hos.  p.  44. 
 
 (Ul#  Fight  the  good  Fight. 
 
 BREAST  the  wave,  Christian, 
 When  it  is  strongest : 
 Watch  for  day,  Christian, 
 
 When  the  night 's  longest. 
 Onward  and  onward  still 
 
 Be  thine  endeavour : 
 Tire  rest  that  remaineth 
 Shall  be  forever. 
 
 461 
 
708.]  WARFARE. 
 
 2  Fight  the  fight,  Christian : 
 Jesus  is  o'er  thee ; 
 
 Run  the  race,  Christian, 
 
 Heaven  is  before  thee. 
 He  that  hath  promised  us, 
 
 Faltereth  never ; 
 The  love  of  eternity 
 
 Flows  on  forever. 
 
 3  Lift  the  eye,  Christian, 
 Just  as  it  closeth  ; 
 
 Raise  the  heart,  Christian, 
 
 Ere  it  reposeth. 
 Thee  from  the  love  of  Christ 
 
 Nothing  shall  sever, 
 Mount  when  thy  work  is  done — ■ 
 
 Praise  him  forever !  * 
 
 TO 
 
 S.  M.  Camberwell. 
 
 Forward!  Courage! 
 
 URGE  on  your  rapid  course, 
 Ye  blood-besprinkled  bands ; 
 The  heavenly  kingdom  suffers  force  ; 
 
 'T  is  seized  by  violent  hands  : 
 See  there  the  starry  crown 
 '    That  glitters  through  the  skies  ! 
 Satan,  the  world,  and  sin,  tread  down, 
 And  take  the  glorious  prize ! 
 
 2  Through  much  distress  and  pain, 
 
 Through  many  a  conflict  here, 
 Through  blood,  ye  must  the  entrance  gain, 
 
 Yet,  oh  disdain  to  fear : 
 "  Courage,"  your  Captain  cries, 
 
 (Who  all  your  toil  foreknew,) 
 "  Toil  ye  shall  have,  yet  all  despise,    . 
 
 I  have  o'ercome  for  you." 
 462 
 
PROFBSSEKG   CHRIST.  [709,  710. 
 
 3  The  world  can  not  withstand 
 
 Its  ancient  Conqueror : 
 The  world  must  sink  beneath  the  Hand 
 
 Which  arms  us  for  the  war : 
 This  is  the  victory, 
 
 Before  our  faith  they  fall ; 
 Jesus  hath  died  for  you  and  me, 
 
 Believe,  and  conquer  all !  C.  Wesley. 
 
 ^  AQ  R  M-  7s' 6s  &  8?'        s*  s*  Hos* 
 
 i\Jt/»  Encouragement. 
 
 OH  do  not  be  discouraged, 
 For  Jesus  is  your  friend, 
 He  will  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 
 And  keep  you  to  the  end. 
 I  am  glad  I'm  in  this  army, 
 Yes,  I'm  £lad  I 'm  in  this  armv, 
 And  I'll  battle  for  the  Lord. 
 
 2  Fight  on.  ye  valiant  soldiers, 
 The  battle  you  shall  win, 
 
 For  the  Saviour  is  your  Captain, 
 And  he  hath  vanquished  sin. —  Cho. 
 
 3  And  when  the  conflict 's  over, 
 Before  him  you  shall  stand  ; 
 
 You  shall  sing  his  praise  forever, 
 
 In  Canaan's  happy  land. — Cho.  * 
 
 Professing  Christ. 
 
 ry-|  a  5th  P.  M.  7s.  Nassau. 
 
 i  JL  v/ •  Witnesses  for  Jesus. 
 
 CiOME,  and  let  us  sweetly  join, 
 /  Christ  to  praise  in  hymns  divine  : 
 Give  we  all,  with  one  accord, 
 Glory  to  our  common  Lord : 
 Hands,  and  hearts,  and  voices  raise ; 
 Sing  as  in  the  ancient  days ; 
 Antedate  the  joys  above, — 
 Celebrate  the  feast  of  love. 
 463 
 
711,   712.]  PROFESSING    CHRIST. 
 
 2  Strive  we,  in  affection  strive ; 
 Let  the  purer  flame  revive ; 
 Such  as  in  the  martyrs  glowed, 
 Dying  champions  for  their  God : 
 We  like  them  may  live  and  love ; 
 Called  we  are  their  joys  to  prove ; 
 Saved  with  them  from  future  wrath; 
 Partners  of  like  precious  faith. 
 
 3  Sing  we  then  in  Jesus'  name, 
 Now  as  yesterday  the  same ; 
 One  in  every  time  and  place, 
 Full  for  all  of  truth  and  grace : 
 We  for  Christ,  our  Master,  stand, 
 Lights  in  a  benighted  land  : 
 
 We  our  dying  Lord  confess ; 
 
 We  are  Jesus'  witnesses.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 mC.  M.     Sweet  Singer,  p.  128. 
 ,  Cross  and  Crown. 
 
 MUST  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
 And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
 No,  there 's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
 And  there 's  a  cross  for  me. 
 
 2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 
 Who  once  went  sorrowing  here ! 
 
 But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
 And  joy  without  a  tear. 
 
 3  The  consecrated  cross  I  '11  bear 
 Till  death  shall  set  me  free ; 
 
 And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear. 
 
 For  there's  a  crown  for  me.  Allen. 
 
 ry-|  q  L.  M.  Eetreat. 
 
 I  ±.hJ%  Not  ashamed  of  Jesus. 
 
 JESUS !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
 A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee ! 
 Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
 Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days ! 
 464 
 
PROFESSING   CHRIST.  [713. 
 
 2  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  sooner  far 
 Let  evening  blush  to  own  her  star ; 
 He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
 O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 
 
 3  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  just  as  soon 
 Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon! 
 'T  is  midnight  with  ray  soul,  till  he, 
 Bright  Morning  Star,  bids  darkness  flee. 
 
 4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend, 
 On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
 No,  when  I  blush  be  this  my  shame, 
 That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 
 
 5  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
 When  I  Ye  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
 po  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
 JJo  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 
 
 6  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
 Till  then  I  '11  boast  a  Saviour  slain ; 
 And  oh,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
 
 That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me.  Grigg. 
 
 ry-i  q  9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.     Opal,  P.  C.  274. 
 
 I  JLO.  The  Cross-Bearer, 
 
 JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
 All  to  leave  and  follow  thee ; 
 Xaked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 
 
 Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
 Perish  every  fond  ambition ; 
 
 All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known; 
 Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition ! 
 God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 
 
 2  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 ; 
 And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 
 
 God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
 Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  forsake  me ; 
 
 Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright.     . 
 U2  465 
 
714.]  PROFESSING   CHRIST. 
 
 3  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me ; 
 ?T  will  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 
 
 Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me ! 
 
 Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
 Oh,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 
 
 While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ! 
 Oh,  't  were  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
 
 Where  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee ! 
 
 4  Soul,  then  know  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  win  thee : 
 
 Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 
 
 5  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 
 Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer ; 
 
 Heaven's  eternal  day 's  before  thee ; 
 
 God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
 Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 
 
 Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days ; 
 Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 
 
 Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise.  Grant 
 
 714. 
 
 #      P.  M.     Gold.  Cens.,p.  20. 
 
 "Never  be  afraid" 
 
 NEVER  be  afraid  to  speak  for  Jesus, 
 Think  how  much  a  word  can  do ; 
 Never  be  afraid  to  own  your  Saviour, 
 Him  who  loves  and  cares  for  you. 
 
 Chorus  :  Never  be  afraid,  never  be  afraid, 
 Never,  never,  never; 
 Jesus  is  your  loving  Saviour, 
 Therefore  never  be  afraid. 
 466 
 
professing  ciiiust.  [715. 
 
 2  Never  be  afraid  to  work  for  Jesus 
 In  his  vineyard  day  by  day  ; 
 
 Labor  with  a  kind  and  willing  spirit, 
 He  will  all  your  toil  repay. 
 
 3  Never  be  afraid  to  bear  for  Jesus, 
 Keen  reproaches  when  they  fall ; 
 
 Patiently  endure  your  every  trial, 
 Jesus  meekly  bore  them  all. 
 
 4  Never  be  afraid  to  live  for  Jesus ; 
 If  you  on  his  care  depend, 
 
 Safely  shall  you  pass  through  every  trial, 
 He  Avill  bring  you  to  the  end. 
 
 5  Never  be  afraid  to  die  for  Jesus ; 
 He,  the  life,  the  truth,  the  way, 
 
 Gently  in  his  arms  of  love  will  bear  you 
 To  the  realms  of  endless  day.  * 
 
 jv-i   w  S.  M.  BOYLSTON. 
 
 315. 
 
 Stand  up  for  the  Lord. 
 
 STAXD  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
 Ye  people  of  his  choice  ; 
 Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
 With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 
 
 2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 
 Above  all  blessing  high,  j 
 
 Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name 
 And  laud,  and  magnify  ? 
 
 3  Oh  for  the  living  flame, 
 From  his  own  altar  brought, 
 
 To  touch  our  lips,  our  souls  inspire, 
 And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought ! 
 
 4  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 
 And  his  salvation  ours  ; 
 
 Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 
 With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 
 467 
 
716.]  PROFESSING    CHRIST. 
 
 5  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord ; 
 
 The  Lord  your  God  adore ; 
 Stand  up,  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 
 
 Henceforth  for  evermore.  Montgomery. 
 
 ry-j  £  26th  P.  M.  Tyxg. 
 
 I  JLO.  Stand  up  for  Jesus. 
 
 HTAKD  up!— stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
 O  Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross ; 
 Lift  high  his  royal  banner, 
 
 It  must  not  sutfer  loss : 
 From  victory  unto  victory 
 
 His  army  shall  be  led, 
 Till  every  foe  is  vanquished, 
 
 And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 
 
 2  Stand  up ! — stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
 The  trumpet's  call  obey; 
 
 Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict 
 
 In  this  his  glorious  day  : 
 "  Ye  are  the  men,  now  serve  him," 
 
 Against  unnumbered  foes : 
 Your  courage  rise  with  danger, 
 
 And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 
 
 3  Stand  up ! — stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
 Stand  in  his  strength  alone ; 
 
 The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you — 
 
 Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own : 
 Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 
 
 And,  watching  unto  prayer, 
 Where  duty  calls  or  danger, 
 
 Be  never  wanting  there. 
 
 4  Stand  up ! — stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 
 The  strife  will  not  be  long ; 
 
 This  day  the  noise  of  battle, 
 
 The  next  the  victor's  song : 
 To  him  that  overcometh, 
 
 A  crown  of  life  shall  be : 
 He  with  the  King  of  glory 
 
 Shall  reign  eternally.  Duffield. 
 
 468 
 
717. 
 
 zeal  and  self-denial.      [717,  718. 
 Zeal  and  Self-Denial. 
 
 L.  M.  Drayton. 
 
 Zeal  implored. 
 
 OTHOU.,  who  all  things  canst  control, 
 Chase  this  dread  slumber  from  my  soul ; 
 AVith  joy  and  fear,  with  love  and  awe, 
 Give  me  to  keep  thy  perfect  law. 
 
 2  Oh  !  may  one  beam  of  thy  blest  light 
 Pierce  through,  dispel,  the  shade  of  night: 
 Touch  my  cold  breast  with  heavenly  fire ; 
 "With  holy,  conqu'ring  zeal  inspire. 
 
 3  For  zeal  I  sigh,  for  zeal  I  pant ; 
 Yet  heavy  is  my  soul,  and  faint : 
 With  steps  unwavering,  undismayed, 
 Give  me  in  all  thy  paths  to  tread. 
 
 4  With  outstretched  hands,  and  streaming  eyes, 
 Oft  I  begin  to  grasp  the  prize: 
 
 I  groan,  I  strive,  I  watch,  I  pray  ; 
 But  ah  !  my  zeal  soon  dies  away. 
 
 5  The  deadly  slumber  then  I  feel 
 Afresh  upon  my  spirit  steal : 
 
 Rise,  Lord,  stir  up  thy  quick  ning  power, 
 
 And  wake  me  that  I  sleep  no  more.  J.  Wesley. 
 
 ry-j  q  C.  Bl       Moravian  Hymn. 
 
 1  10«  Be  thou  faithful 
 
 HIDE  not  thy  talent  in  the  earth, 
 However  small  it  be ; 
 Its  faithful  use,  its  utmost  worth, 
 
 God  will  require  of  thee. 
 His  own,  which  he  hath  lent  on  trust, 
 
 He  asks  of  thee  again  ; 
 Little  or  much,  the  claim  is  just, 
 And  thine  excuses  vain. 
 469 
 
719.]  ZEAL   AND 
 
 2  What,  if  the  little  rain  should  plead, 
 "  So  small  a  drop  as  I 
 
 Can  ne'er  refresh  von  thirsty  mead ; 
 I  '11  tatty  in  the  sky !  " 
 
 What,  if  a  shining  beam  of  noon 
 
 Should  in  its  fountain  stay, 
 Because  its  feeble  light  alone 
 
 Was  not  enough  for  day  ? 
 
 3  Doth  not  each  rain-drop  help  to  form 
 The  cool,  refreshing  shower  ? 
 
 And  every  ray  of  light  to  warm 
 
 And  beautify  the  flower  ? 
 Go,  then,  and  strive  to  do  thy  part, 
 
 Though  humble  it  may  be ; 
 The  ready  hand,  the  willing  heart, 
 
 Are  all  God  asks  of  thee.  Cutter. 
 
 rv-i  r\  C.  M.  Pamphylia. 
 
 719. 
 
 Vanity  of  earthly  Enjoyments. 
 
 HO  W  vain  are  all  things  here  below ; 
 How  false,  and  yet  how  fair ! 
 Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
 And  every  sweet  a  snare. 
 
 2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 
 Give  but  a  flattering  light ; 
 
 We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
 Where  we  possess  delight. 
 
 3  Our  dearest  joys,  and  nearest  friends, 
 The  partners  of  our  blood, 
 
 How  they  divide  our  wavering  minds, 
 And  leave  but  half  for  God. 
 
 4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 
 How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense ; 
 
 Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
 Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 
 
 5  My  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 
 My  soul's  eternal  food ; 
 
 And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
 
 From  all  created  good.  Watts. 
 
 470 
 
SELF-DENIAL.  [720,  721. 
 
 rw-\ /\  9th  P.  11  8s  &  7s.  Pilgrim. 
 
 i  £\J •  Onward  and  upward. 
 
 ONWARD,  Christian,  though  the  region, 
 Where  thou  art,  be  drear  and  lone ; 
 God  has  set  a  guardian  legion 
 Very  near  thee, — press  thou  on ! 
 
 2  Listen,  Christian,  their  Hosanna 
 Rolleth  o'er  thee, — "  God  is  Love/' 
 
 Write  upon  thy  red-cross  banner, 
 ''Upward  ever, — heaven's  above/' 
 
 3  By  the  thorn -road,  and  none  other, 
 Is  the  mount  of  vision  won ; 
 
 Tread  it  without  shrinking,  brother ! 
 Jesus  trod  it, — press  thou  on  ! 
 
 4  Be  this  world  the  wiser,  stronger, 
 For  thy  life  of  pain  and  peace ; 
 
 While  it  needs  thee,  oh,  no  longer 
 Pray  thou  for  thy  quick  release. 
 
 5  Pray  thou,  Christian,  daily,  rather, 
 That  thou  be  a  faithful  son  ; 
 
 By  the  prayer  of  Jesus, — "Father, 
 Not  my  will,  but  thine,  be  done ! " 
 
 Cong.  Hy.  Booh. 
 
 W 
 
 121. 
 
 11th  P.  M.  8  lines  7s  &  6s.     Amsterdam 
 Rise,  my  Soul. 
 
 RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings; 
 Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
 Rise  from  transitory  things, 
 
 To  heaven,  thy  native  place : 
 Sun,  moon,  and  stars  decay ; 
 
 Time  will  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
 Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
 To  seau  prepared  above. 
 471 
 
722.]  ZEAL   AND 
 
 2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 
 Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
 
 Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun ; 
 
 Both  speed  them  to  their  source. 
 So  a  soul  that 's  born  of  God, 
 
 Pants  to  see  his  glorious  face, 
 Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 
 
 To  rest  in  his  embrace. 
 
 3  Fly  my  riches,  fly  my  cares, 
 While  I  that  course  explore : 
 
 Flatt'ring  world,  with  all  your  snares, 
 
 Solicit  me  no  more : 
 Pilgrims  fix  not  here  their  home, 
 
 Strangers  tarry  but  a  night : 
 When  the  last  dear  morn  shall  come, 
 
 We  '11  rise  to  glorious  light. 
 
 4  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn; 
 Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
 
 Soon  the  Saviour  will  return, 
 
 Triumphant  in  the  skies. 
 Yet  a  season  and  you  '11  know, 
 
 Happy  entrance  will  be  given : 
 All  your  sorrows  left  below, 
 
 And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven.  Seagrave. 
 
 ^OO  ^  ^*  ^  ^s'  Horton. 
 
 I  hJhJm  Consecration  to  God. 
 
 GOD  of  all-redeeming  grace, 
 By  thy  pardoning  love  compelled, 
 Up  to  thee  our  souls  we  raise, 
 Up  to  thee  our  bodies  yield. 
 
 2  Thou  our  sacrifice  receive, 
 Acceptable  through  thy  Son, 
 While  to  thee  alone  we  live, 
 While  we  die  to  thee  alone. 
 
 3  Meet  it  is,  and  just,  and  right, 
 That  we  should  be  wholly  thine ; 
 In  thy  only  will  delight, 
 In  thy  blessed  service  join. 
 
 472 
 
 , 
 
SELF-DENIAL.  [723,  724. 
 
 4  Oh  that  every  work  and  word, 
 
 Might  proclaim  how  good  thou  art ; 
 
 u  Holiness  unto  the  Lord," 
 
 Still  be  written  on  our  heart !  * 
 
 [v^q  P.  M.     Minstrel  of  Zion,  p.  44. 
 
 |  rCO.      The  Christian  s  welcome  Home. 
 
 SEE,  Christian,  see  how  night  comes  on ; 
 Soon  will  sink  life's  setting  sun  ; 
 Like  the  gleams  of  closing  day, 
 
 Fade  these  fleeting  hours  away : 
 Then  up,  let  us  toil  till  our  toilings  are  o'er, 
 
 Till  we  shall  be  borne  to  eternity's  shore : 
 Our  final  summons  having  come, 
 
 How  sweet  the  Christian's  welcome  home ! 
 Home,  home,  home,  the  Christian's  welcome  home, 
 
 Welcome  home,  welcome  home. 
 
 2  See  how  the  shades  of  death  come  nigh ; 
 
 Blissftd  shades  when  Christians  die : 
 They  mark  the  path  our  Saviour  trod ; 
 
 Dying  saints  to  waft  to  God ; 
 Then  up,  fellow-Christians,  let  mourning  be  o'er ; 
 
 Eejoice  in  the  Saviour,  rejoice  evermore : 
 Our  final  summons  having  come, 
 
 How  sweet  the  Christian's  welcome  home, 
 Home,  home,  home,  the  Christian's  welcome  home, 
 
 Welcome  home,  welcome  home.  * 
 
 jvq  i  S.  M.  St.  Philips. 
 
 i  /^-±.  Zeal  for  God. 
 
 JESUS,  I  fain  would  find 
 Thy  zeal  for  God  in  me  : 
 Thy  yearning  pity  for  mankind, 
 Thy  burning  charity. 
 
 2  In  me  thy  Spirit  dwells ! 
 
 In  me  thy  bowels  move  ! 
 So  shall  the  fervor  of  my  zeal 
 
 Be  the  pure  flames  of  love.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 473 
 
725.]  ZEAL  AND 
 
 9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.     Mus.  Leaves,  90. 
 I  /£'{_/•  Yimr  Mission. 
 
 IF  you  can  not  on  the  ocean 
 Sail  among  the  swiftest  fleet ; 
 Rocking  on  the  highest  billows, 
 
 Laughing  at  the  storms  you  meet; 
 You  can  stand  among  the  sailors, 
 
 Anchored  yet  within  the  bay, 
 You  can  lend  a  hand  to  help  them, 
 As  they  launch  their  boats  away. 
 
 2  If  you  are  too  weak  to  journey 
 Up  the  mountain,  steep  and  high ; 
 
 You  can  stand  within  the  valley, 
 
 While  the  multitudes  go  by ; 
 You  can  chant  in  happy  measure, 
 
 As  they  slowly  pass  along ; 
 Though  they  may  forget  the  singer, 
 
 They  will  not  forget  the  song. 
 
 3  If  you  have  not  gold  and  silver 
 Ever  ready  at  command  ; 
 
 If  you  can  not  to  the  needy, 
 
 Reach  an  ever  open  hand ; 
 You  can  visit  the  afflicted, 
 
 O'er  the  erring  you  can  weep, 
 You  can  be  a  true  disciple, 
 
 Sitting  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 
 
 4  If  you  can  not  in  the  conflict 
 Prove  yourself  a  soldier  true, 
 
 If,  wrhere  fire  and  smoke  are  thickest, 
 
 There 's  no  work  for  you  to  do ; 
 When  the  battle-field  is  silent, 
 
 You  can  go  with  careful  tread, 
 You  can  bear  away  the  wounded, . 
 
 You  can  cover  up  the  dead. 
 474 
 
SELF-DENIAL.  [726. 
 
 5  Do  not,  then,  stand  idly  waiting, 
 
 For  some  greater  work  to  do, 
 Fortune  is  a  lazy  goddess, 
 
 She  will  never  come  to  you. 
 Go  and  toil  in  any  vineyard, 
 
 Do  not  fear  to  do  or  dare, 
 If  you  want  a  field  of  labor, 
 
 You  can  find  it  anvwhere.  Mrs.  Gates. 
 
 3rd  P.  or  H.  M.  BuPwXHAM. 
 
 i  .^0.  Renouncing  the  World. 
 
 CjCXME,  my  fond  fluttering  heart, 
 /  Come,  struggle  to  be  free, 
 Thou  and  the  world  must  part, 
 
 However  hard  it  be  : 
 My  trembling  spirit  owns  it  just, 
 But  cleaves  yet  closer  to  the  dust. 
 
 2  Ye  tempting  sweets  forbear, 
 Ye  dearest  idols  fall ; 
 
 My  love  ye  must  not  share, 
 
 Jesus  shall  have  it  all  : 
 T  is  bitter  pain,  't  is  cruel  smart, 
 But  ah  !  thou  must  consent,  my  heart ! 
 
 3  Ye  fair  enchanting  throng, 
 Ye  golden  dreams  farewell ! 
 
 Earth  has  prevailed  too  long, 
 And  now  I  break  the  spell : 
 Ye  cherished  joys  of  early  years — 
 Jesus,  forgive  these  parting  tears. 
 
 4  But  must  I  part  with  all  ? 
 
 ^  My  heart  still  fondly  pleads ; 
 Yes — Dagon's  self  must  fall, 
 
 It  beats,  it  throbs,  it  bleeds : 
 Is  there  no  balm  in  Gilead  found, 
 To  soothe  and  heal  the  smarting  wound? 
 475 
 
727,  728.]  ZEAL  AND 
 
 5  Oh  yes,  there  is  a  balm, 
 
 A  kind  physician  there, 
 My  fevered  mind  to  calm, 
 
 To  bid  me  not  despair : 
 Aid  me,  dear  Saviour,  set  me  free, 
 And  I  will  all  resign  to  thee.  Jane  Taylor. 
 
 727. 
 
 C.    M.  LlNGHAM. 
 
 The  Race  for  Glory. 
 
 A  WAKE,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve, 
 A  And  press  with  vigor  on ; 
 A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
 And  an  immortal  crown. 
 
 2  'T  is  God's  all-animating  voice 
 That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
 
 'T  is  he  whose  hand  presents  the  prize 
 To  thine  aspiring  eye. 
 
 3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 
 Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 
 
 Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
 And  onward  urge  thy  way. 
 
 4  Blest  Saviour !  introduced  by  thee, 
 Our  race  have  wTe  begun  ; 
 
 And,  crowned  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 
 
 Well  lay  our  trophies  down.  Doddridge. 
 
 728. 
 
 L.  M.  Windham. 
 
 Self-Denial. 
 
 BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
 And  thousands  walk  together  there  ; 
 But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
 With  here  and  there  a  traveler. 
 
 2  "Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross," 
 Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command ; 
 
 Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
 If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 
 476 
 
SELF-DENIAL.  [729. 
 
 3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 
 And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
 
 Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 
 
 And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 
 
 4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain; 
 Create  my  heart  entirely  new : 
 
 Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain  ; 
 
 Which  false  apostates  never  knew.  Watts. 
 
 rw\f\  P.  M.     Children's  Hos.,  p.  43. 
 
 i  £*]•         Jesus,  my  Saviour,  Friend. 
 
 FOR  me  to  live  is  Christ, 
 To  die  is  gain, 
 For  him  I  'II  bear  the  cross, 
 
 Sorrow  and  pain : 
 Faithful  may  I  endure, 
 
 Till  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
 Welcome,  believing  one, 
 To  endless  day. 
 
 2  My  friends  are  there,  I  know, 
 Happy  above, 
 
 Their  highest  joy  henceforth, 
 
 A  Saviour's  love : 
 Ke'er  will  I  cease  the  strife, 
 
 Never  give  the  conflict  o'er, 
 Till  death  translates  my  life 
 
 To  part  no  more. 
 
 3  A  pilgrim, — still  my  home 
 Is  in  the  skies  ; 
 
 Daily  I  die  ; — yet  faith 
 
 Bids  me  to  rise. 
 Upward  my  spirit  tends, 
 
 As  I  lay  my  burden  down 
 Before  my  Saviour,  friend, 
 
 I'll  wear  a  crown.  * 
 
 477 
 
730,  731.]  ZEAL   AND 
 
 ryQA  L.  M.  Leicester. 
 
 (Ovi       IWfltf  and  JPb&A  of  Abraham. 
 i  BRA  HAM,  when  severely  tried, 
 JjL  His  faith  by  his  obedience  showed ; 
 He  with  the  harsh  command  complied, 
 And  gave  his  Isaac  back  to  God. 
 
 2  His  son  the  father  offered  up, — 
 Son  of  his  age,  his  only  son ; 
 
 Object  of  all  his  joy  and  hope, 
 And  less  beloved  than  God  alone. 
 
 3  Oh  for  a  faith  like  his,  that  we 
 The  bright  example  may  pursue  ; 
 
 May  gladly  give  up  all  to  thee, 
 To  whom  our  more  than  all  is  due. 
 
 4  Is  there  a  thing  than  life  more  dear? 
 A  thing  from  which  we  can  not  part  ? 
 
 We  can  ;  we  now  rejoice  to  tear 
 The  idol  from  our  bleeding  heart. 
 
 5  Jesus,  accept  our  sacrifice ; 
 
 All  things  for  thee  we  count  but  loss ; 
 Lo!  at  thy  word  our  idol  dies, — 
 Dies  on  the  altar  of  thy  cross. 
 
 6  For  what  to  thee,  0  Lord,  we  give, 
 A  hundred-fold  we  here  obtain ; 
 
 And  soon  with  thee  shall  all  receive, 
 
 And  loss  shall  be  eternal  gain.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 rvn  8.  M.  Aurora. 
 
 731. 
 
 Zeal  with  Knowledge. 
 
 EQUIP  me  for  the  war, 
 And  teach  my  hands  to  fight, 
 My  simple,  upright  heart  prepare, 
 And  guide  my  words  aright: 
 
 2  Control  my  every  thought ; 
 
 My  whole  of  sin  remove ; 
 Let  ail  my  works  in  thee  be  wrought; 
 
 Let  all  be  wrought  in  love. 
 478 
 
 i 
 
SELF-DENIAL.  [732. 
 
 3  Oh,  arm  me  with  the  mind, 
 Meek  Lamb,  that  was  in  thee ! 
 
 And  let  my  knowing  zeal  be  joined 
 With  perfect  charity. 
 
 4  With  calm  and  tempered  zeal 
 Let  me  enforce  thy  call  ; 
 
 And  vindicate  thy  gracious  will, 
 Which  offers  life  to  all. 
 
 5  Oh  may  I  love  like  thee ! 
 In  all  thy  footsteps  tread ! 
 
 Thou  hatest  all  iniquity, 
 
 But  nothing  thou  hast  made. 
 
 6  Oh  may  I  learn  the  art, 
 With  meekness  to  reprove ! 
 
 To  hate  the  sin  with  all  my  heart, 
 
 But  still  the  sinner  love.  C.    Wesley. 
 
 C.  M.  Coronation, 
 
 Loo  J:  to  Tilings  above. 
 
 LIFT  up  your  hearts  to  things  above, 
 Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
 And  join  with  us  to  praise  his  love, 
 And  glorify  his  name. 
 
 2  To  Jesus'  name  give  thanks  and  sing, 
 Whose  mercies  never  end; 
 
 Rejoice !  rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King ! 
 The  King  is  now  our  Friend. 
 
 3  We  for  his  sake  count  all  things  loss, 
 On  earthly  things  look  down ; 
 
 And  joyfully  sustain  the  cross, 
 Till  we  receive  the  crown. 
 
 4  Oh  let  us  stir  each  other  up, 
 Our  faith  by  works  t'  approve, 
 
 By  holy,  purifying  hope, 
 And  the  sweet  task  of  love.  C  Wesley. 
 
 479 
 
 VSL 
 
733.]  ZEAL   AND 
 
 733. 
 
 P.  M.     Golden  Censer,  p.  45. 
 "Precious  is  the  Time" 
 
 WE  must  labor  while  'tis  day, 
 Precious  is  the  time  ; 
 Soon  the  light  will  fade  away, 
 
 Precious  is  the  time ; 
 Whatsoe'er  we  find  to  do, 
 Let  us  with  our  might  pursue, 
 Keeping  still  one  thought  in  view, 
 Precious  is  the  time. 
 
 Chorus  :  Precious  is  the  time,  friends ! 
 Precious  is  the  time,  friends! 
 We  must  labor  while  'tis  day, 
 Precious  is  the  time. 
 
 2  Do  we  try  the  right  to  choose, 
 
 Precious  is  the  time ; 
 Not  a  moment  should  we  lose, 
 
 Precious  is  the  time ; 
 Life  is  like  a  morning  flower, 
 Blooming  in  a  flagrant  bower, 
 Drooping,  dying  in  an  hour, 
 
 Precious  is  the  time. 
 
 3  Have  we  sought  our  Father's  love  ? 
 
 Precious  is  the  time  ; 
 Live  we  for  our  home  above  ? 
 
 Precious  is  the  time  ; 
 Do  we  daily  kneel  in  prayer, 
 Thanking  God  for  all  his  care, 
 Grateful  for  the  gifts  we  share? 
 
 Precious  is  the  time. 
 
 4  We  must  labor  w^hile  'tis  day, 
 
 Precious  is  the  time ; 
 Soon  the  light  will  fade  away, 
 
 Precious  is  the  time ; 
 Whatsoe'er  we  find  to  do, 
 Let  us  with  our  might  pursue, 
 Keeping  still  one  thought  in  view, 
 
 Precious  is  the  time. 
 
 480 
 
SELF-DENIAL.  [734. 
 
 r%/Q  i  4th  P.  M.  Ariel. 
 
 |  0~x.  Encouraging. 
 
 C10ME  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
 My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 
 Who  still  your  bodies  feel : 
 Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
 And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 
 To  that  celestial  hill. 
 
 2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
 Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 
 
 The  saints'  secure  abode, 
 On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise, 
 And  force  your  passage  to  the  skie^, 
 
 And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 
 
 3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
 "We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 
 
 And  by  his  side  sit  down ; 
 To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure ; 
 And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 
 
 The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 
 
 4  Thrice  blessed,  bliss  inspiring  hope  ! 
 It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up  ; 
 
 It  brings  to  life  the  dead : 
 Our  conflict  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
 And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last, 
 
 Triumphant  with  our  Head. 
 
 •  5  That  great  mysterious  Deity, 
 We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see ; 
 
 The  beatific  sight 
 Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  praise, 
 And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 
 
 Of  everlasting  light 
 
 6  The  Father,  shining  on  his  throne, 
 The  glorious,  everlasting  Son, 
 
 The  Spirit,  One  and  seven, 
 Conspire  our  rapture  to  complete ; 
 And  lo !  we  fall  before  his  feet, 
 
 And  silence  heightens  heaven. 
 V  481 
 
735,  736.]        ZEAL   AND   SELF-DENIAL. 
 
 7  In  hope  of  that  ecstatic  pause, 
 Jesus,  we  now  sustain  the  cross, 
 
 And  at  thy  footstool  fall ; 
 Till  thou  our  hidden  life  reveal, 
 Till  thou  our  ravished  spirits  fill, 
 
 And  God  be  all  in  all. 
 
 C.  Wesley. 
 
 tyCif^  C"  -M--  Dedham. 
 
 I  tJt)»     The  World  has  lost  its  Charms. 
 
 LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue ; 
 It  has  no  charms  for  me  : 
 Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too,  • 
 
 But  grace  hath  set  me  free. 
 
 2  Its  pleasures  can  no  longer  please, 
 Nor  happiness  afford : 
 
 Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
 Now  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 
 
 3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 
 The  stars  are  all  concealed, 
 
 So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
 When  Jesus  is  revealed. 
 
 4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice ; 
 I  bid  them  all  depart ; 
 
 His  name,  his  love,  his  gracious  voice, 
 
 Have  fixed  my  roving  heart.  Newton. 
 
 736. 
 
 1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s. 
 I  will  follow  Thee. 
 
 \  f  ASTER,  I  own  thy  lawful  claim ; 
 JjjL  Thine,  wholly  thine,  I  long  to  be ; 
 Thou  seest,  at  last,  I  willing  am, 
 
 Where'er  thou  goest,  to  follow  thee ; 
 Myself  in  all  things  to  deny ; 
 Thine,  wholly  thiue,  to  live  and  die. 
 482 
 
 Forsyth. 
 
FAMILY  RELIGION   AND   DEVOTION.     [737,  70S. 
 
 2  Pleasure,  and  wealth,  and  praise  no  more 
 
 ►Shall  lead  my  captive  soul  astray ; 
 My  fond  pursuits  I  all  give  o'er ; 
 
 Thee,  only  thee,  resolved  f  obey : 
 My  own  in  all  thing  sign, 
 
 And  know  no  other  will  but  thine.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 oh 
 
 Family  Religion  and  Devotion. 
 
 4th  P.  M.  Bremen. 
 
 Family  Religion. 
 
 I  AND  my  house  will  serve  the  Lord, 
 But  first  obedient  to  his  word 
 I  must  myself  appear : 
 By  actions,  words,  and  tempers  show, 
 That  I  my  heavenly  Master  know, 
 And  serve  with  heart  sincere. 
 
 2  I  must  the  fail'  example  set, 
 From  those  that  on  my  pleasure  wait, 
 
 The  stumbling  block  remove  ; 
 Their  duty  by  my  life  explain, 
 And  still  in  all  my  works  maintain 
 
 The  dignity  of  love. 
 
 3  Easy  to  be  entreated,  mild, 
 Quickly  appeased  and  reconciled, 
 
 A  follower  of  my  God ; 
 A  saint  indeed  I  long  to  be, 
 And  lead  my  faithful  family 
 
 In  the  celestial  road.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 l^'^\r\  S.    M.  LUTHEE. 
 
 '38. 
 
 I  00.  Household  Consecration. 
 
 THE  power  to  bless  my  house, 
 Belongs  to  God  alone ; 
 Yet  rend'ring  him  my  constant  vows, 
 He  sends  Ins  blessings  down. 
 
 ~  4*3 
 
739.]  FAMILY   RELIGION 
 
 2  Shall  I  not  then  engage 
 My  house  to  serve  the  Lord, — 
 
 To  search  the  soul-converting  page, 
 And  feed  upon  his  word  : — 
 
 3  To  ask,  with  faith  and  hope, 
 The  grace  which  he  supplies, 
 
 In  prayer  and  praise  to  offer  up 
 Their  daily  sacrifice? 
 
 4  Let  each  his  sin  eschew, 
 Through  thy  restraining  grace ; 
 
 Our  father  Abrah'm's  steps  pursue, 
 And  walk  in  all  thy  ways. 
 
 5  Saviour  of  men,  incline 
 The  hearts  which  thou  hast  made, — 
 
 Which  thou  hast  bought  with  blood  divine, 
 To  ask  thy  promised  aid. 
 
 6  Me  and  my  house  receive, 
 Thy  fam'ly  to  increase  ; 
 
 And  let  us  in  thy  favor  live, 
 
 And  let  us  die  in  peace.  C.  Wesley, 
 
 ryp,  L.  M.  New  Sabbath. 
 
 739. 
 
 Commencing  the  Labors  of  the  Day, 
 
 FOET.H  in  thy  name,  0  Lord,  I  go, 
 My  daily  labors  to  pursue ; 
 Thee,  only  thee,  resolved  to  know, 
 In  all  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 
 
 2  Thee  will  I  set  at  my  right  hand, 
 Whose  eyes  mine  inmost  substance  see ; 
 
 And  labor  on  at  thy  command, 
 And  offer  all  my  works  to  thee. 
 
 3  Give  me  to  bear  thy  easy  yoke, 
 And  every  moment  watch  and  pray  ; 
 
 And  still  to  things  eternal  look, 
 And  hasten  to  thy  glorious  day: — 
 484 
 
AND   DEVOTION.  [740,  741. 
 
 4  For  thee  delightfully  employ 
 
 Whatever  thy  bounteous  grace  has  given ; 
 
 And  run  my  course  with  even  joy, 
 
 And  closely  walk  with  thee  to  heaven.       C.  Wesley. 
 
 ry  a  r\  1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.       Gratitude. 
 
 i  trlj.     For  a  Blessing  on  the  Children. 
 
 T1APTAIX  of  our  salvation,  take 
 \J  The  souls  we  here  present  to  thee, 
 And  fit  for  thy  great  service  make 
 
 These  heirs  of  immortality : 
 And  let  them  in  thine  image  rise, 
 And  then  transplant  to  paradise. 
 
 2  Unspotted  from  the  world  and  pure, 
 Preserve  them  for  thy  glorious  cause, 
 
 Accustomed  daily  to  endure 
 
 The  welcome  burden  of  thy  cross ; 
 Inured  to  toil  and  patient  pain, 
 Till  all  thy  perfect  mind  they  gain. 
 
 3  Our  sons  henceforth  be  wholly  thine, 
 And  serve  and  love  thee  all  their  days  ; 
 
 Infuse  the  principle  divine 
 
 In  all  who  here  expect  thy  grace ; 
 Let  each  improve  the  grace  bestowed ; 
 Rise  every  child  a  man  of  God. 
 
 4  Train  up  thy  hardy  soldiers,  Lord, 
 In  all  their  captain's  steps  to  tread ; 
 
 Or  send  them  to  proclaim  thy  word, — 
 
 Thy  gospel  through  the  world  to  spread ; 
 Freely  as  they  receive  to  give, 
 And  preach  the  death  by  which  we  live !        C.  Wesley. 
 
 ry  a  1  G  M.  Woodstock. 
 
 I  tt_L#  Prayer  for  Children. 
 
 0LORD,  behold  us  at  thy  feet, 
 A  needy,  feeble  band ; 
 As  suppliants  round  thy  mercy-seat, 
 We  come  at  thy  command. 
 
 485 
 
742,  743.]  FAMILY   RELIGION 
 
 2  'Tis  for  our  children  we  would  plead, 
 The  offspring  thou  hast  given  ; 
 
 Where  shall  we  go  in  time  of  need, 
 But  to  the  God  of  heaven  ? 
 
 3  We  ask  not  for  them  wealth  or  fame, 
 Amid  the  worldly  strife  ; 
 
 But,  in  the  all-prevailing  name, 
 We  ask  eternal  life. 
 
 4  We  seek  the  Spirit's  quickening  grace, 
 To  make  them  pure  in  heart, 
 
 That  they  may  stand  before  thy  face, 
 
 And  see  thee  as  thou  art.  Mother's  Hymns. 
 
 ry  a  q  C.  M.  Woodstock. 
 
 l4r/v«  The  Parents'  earnest  Cry. 
 
 HOW  can  we  see  the  children,  Lord, 
 Whom  thou  in  love  hast  given, 
 Remain  regardless  of  thy  word, 
 Without  a  hope  of  heaven  ? 
 
 2  How  can  we  see  them  tread  the  path 
 That  leads  to  endless  death, 
 
 Thus  adding  to  thy  fearful  wrath, 
 With  every  moment's  breath  ? 
 
 3  Lord,  hear  the  parents'  earnest  cry, 
 And  save  our  children  dear : 
 
 Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  on  high, 
 And  fill  them  with  thy  fear. 
 
 4  Oh  make  them  love  thy  holy  law, 
 And  joyful  walk  therein  ; 
 
 Their  hearts  to  new  obedience  draw ; 
 
 Save  them  from  every  sin.  Chr.  Psalmist. 
 
 ry  a  q  C.  M.  Hague. 
 
 |  4:0 •  Overwhelming  Grief. 
 
 OTHOU,  who  in  the  olive  shade, 
 When  the  dark  hour  came  on, 
 Didst,  with  a  breath  of  heavenly  aid, 
 Strengthen  thy  suff 'ring  Son, — 
 486 
 
AND   DEVOTION.  [744. 
 
 2  Oh,  by  the  anguish  of  that  night, 
 Send  us  down  blest  relief: 
 
 Or,  to  the  chastened,  let  thy  might 
 Hallow  this  whelming  grief. 
 
 3  And  thou,  that,  when  the  starry  sky 
 Saw  the  dread  strife  begun, 
 
 Didst  teach  adoring  faith  to  cry, — 
 Father,  thy  will  be  done: — 
 
 4  By  thy  meek  Spirit,  thou,  of  all 
 That  e'er  have  mourned  the  chief, 
 
 Blest  Saviour,  if  the  stroke  must  fall, 
 
 Hallow  this  whelming  grief.  Hemans. 
 
 Morning  Hymns. 
 
 m. 
 
 C.  M.  Bray. 
 
 Preparing  for  p ublic  Worth  ip. 
 
 LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
 My  voice  ascending  high  : 
 To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, — 
 To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye : — 
 
 2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 
 To  plead  for  all  his  saints  ; 
 
 Presenting,  at  the  Father's  throne, 
 Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 
 
 3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 
 The  wicked  shall  not  stand : 
 
 Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
 Xor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 
 
 4  Now  to  thy  house  will  I  resort ; 
 To  taste  thy  mercies  there  ; 
 
 I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
 And  worship  in  thy  fear. 
 
 5  Oh  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 
 In  ways  of  righteousness  ; 
 
 Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
 
 And  plain  before  my  face.  Watts, 
 
 487 
 
745,  746.] 
 
 FAMILY  RELIGION 
 
 ry  i  v  L.  M.  Mendon. 
 
 I  4r*J.        Praise  Him  in  the  Morning. 
 
 AWAKE,  our  souls,  and  with  the  sun 
 Your  daily  course  of  duty  run  ; 
 Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise, 
 To  pay  your  morning  sacrifice. 
 
 2  Blessed  be  God,  who  safe  has  kept, 
 And  has  refreshed  us  while  we  slept : 
 Xow  help  us,  Lord,  to  watch  and  pray, 
 And  serve  thee  faithfully  to-day. 
 
 3  O  Lord,  illume,  direct  our  way, 
 In  all  we  think,  or  do,  or  say ; 
 
 That  all  our  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
 In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite ! 
 
 4  Teach  each  of  us  thy  will  to  know, 
 And  do  the  same  while  here  below ; 
 So  that  when  we  from  death  awake, 
 
 We  may  of  endless  life  partake.  Ken. 
 
 ry  a  p  C.  M.  Heber. 
 
 I  4b.  Early  Thanh. 
 
 OXCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
 Salutes  my  waking  eyes; 
 Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
 To  Him  that  rules  the  skies. 
 
 2  Xight  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 
 The  day  renews  the  sound ; 
 
 Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits, 
 To  turn  the  seasons  round. 
 
 3  'T  is  he  supports  my  mortal  frame, 
 My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 
 
 My  sins  might  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
 But  yet  his  wrath  delays. 
 
 4  0  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 
 Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
 
 Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
 
 And  bring  a  peaceful  night.  Watts. 
 
 488 
 
and  devotion.     [747,  748,  749. 
 
 r"  AW  C.    Ml  SlLOAM. 
 
 I  -±  i  •  GW  preserved  Kg. 
 
 IT x HEX  we,  with  welcome  slumber  prest, 
 
 T  T     Had  closed  our  weary  eves, 
 A  power  unseen  secured  our  rest, 
 And  made  us  joyful  rise. 
 
 2  Numbers  this  night  have  doubtless  met 
 Their  long,  eternal  doom, 
 
 And  lost  the  joys  of  morning  light 
 •  In  death's  tremendous  gloom. 
 
 3  But  life  to  us  its  light  prolongs, 
 Let  warmest  thanks  arise  ; 
 
 Great  God,  accept  our  morning  songs, 
 
 Our  willing  sacrifice.  * 
 
 -V  i  q  C.  M,  Cambridge. 
 
 I  dtO.  Morning  Thanksgiving. 
 
 ARISE,  my  soul,  and  praise  the  Lord 
 For  all  his  rich  supplies ; 
 His  goodness  has  again  restored 
 My  dormant  faculties. 
 
 2  Raised  from  the  slumbers  of  the  night, 
 In  which  I  helpless  lay  : 
 
 Lord,  I  adore  thee  for  the  light 
 Of  this  returning  day. 
 
 3  I  bless  thee  for  thy  gracious  care, 
 Vouchsafed  to  me  and  mine ; 
 
 Oh  may  we  still  thy  goodness  share, 
 And  be  forever  thine.  * 
 
 m. 
 
 ry  a  A  C.  ML  Peterboro. 
 
 Always  give  Thanhs. 
 
 V\"HEX  morning  s  first  and  hallowed  ray 
 1 1     Breaks,  with  its  trembling  light, 
 To  chase  the  pearly  dews  away, — 
 Bright  tear-drops  of  the  night, — 
 V  2  489 
 
750.]  FAMILY  RELIGION  - 
 
 2  My  heart,  O  Lord,  forgets  to  rove, 
 But  rises,  gladly  free, 
 
 On  wings  of  everlasting  love, 
 And  finds  its  home  in  thee  ! 
 
 3  When  evening's  silent  shades  descend, 
 And  nature  sinks  to  rest, 
 
 Still  to  my  Father  and  my  Friend 
 My  wishes  are  addressed. 
 
 4  Though  tears  may  dim  my  hours  of  joy, 
 And  bid  my  pleasures  flee, 
 
 Thou  reign'st  where  grief  can  not  annoy ; 
 I  will  be  glad  in  thee. 
 
 5  And  e'en  when  midnight's  solemn  gloom 
 Above,  around  is  spread, 
 
 Sweet  dreams  of  everlasting  bloom 
 Are  hovering  o'er  my  head. 
 
 6  I  dream  of  that  fair  land,  O  Lord, 
 Where  all  thy  saints  shall  be, 
 
 1  wake  to  lean  upon  thy  word, 
 And  still  delight  in  thee  !  * 
 
 ry  v  /\  P.  M.     Children's  Hosaxxa,  p.  78 
 
 •  kj  \J  •  Morning  Song  of  Praise. 
 
 FROM  soft  and  soothing  slumber, 
 I  awake  to  morning  light ; 
 ]STo  pain  has  pierced  my  chamber, 
 
 Through  all  the  silent  night. 
 In  peace  I've  rested  sweetly, 
 And  now  in  eastern  skies, 
 The  sun  is  shining  brightly, 
 And  kindly  bids  me  rise. 
 
 2  And  now,  0  heavenly  Father, 
 To  thee  my  voice  shall  raise, 
 
 This  cheerful  morning  hour, 
 
 The  song  of  grateful  praise  ; 
 I  know  that  thou  wilt  hear  me 
 
 Whene'er  I  come  to  thee  ; 
 I  know  that  thou  art  near  me, 
 
 Although  unseen  by  me. 
 490 
 
AND  DEVOTION".  [751,  752. 
 
 3  Oh  guide  me  by  thy  Spirit, 
 In  virtue's  narrow  way — 
 
 le  on  me  when  I'm  faithful, 
 
 And  warn  me  when  I  stray ; 
 From  every  thing  that 's  sinful, 
 ( )h  help  me,  Lord,  to  flee, 
 And  now  in  life's  bright  morning, 
 
 To  give  my  heart  to  thee.  C.  Cull  ins,  Jr. 
 
 'V  w  -j  L.  M.  _      Sessions. 
 
 |  {J  X  •  Mo  rning:  A  do  ra  Hon. 
 
 i  RISE,  my  soul,  with  rapture  rise, 
 rV.  And.  fdled  with  love  and  fear,  adore 
 The  awful  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
 
 Whose  mercy  lends  thee  one  day  more. 
 
 2  And  may  this  day,  indulgent  Power, 
 
 Not  idly  pass,  nor  fruitless  be : 
 But  may  each  swiftly  passing  hour 
 
 Still  nearer  bring  my  soul  to  thee.     ^'    Epis.  Col. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.     Pleyel's  Hymn. 
 Hie  Shades  of  Night  are  gone. 
 
 "VOW  the  shades  of  night  are  gone, 
 ^\    Xow  the  morning  light  is  come  ; 
 Lord,  we  would  be  thine  to-day, 
 Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 
 
 2  Make  our  souls  as  noonday  clear, 
 Banish  every  doubt  and  fear  ; 
 
 In  thy  vineyard,  Lord,  to-day, 
 We  would  labor,  we  would  pray. 
 
 3  Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound, 
 Rising  up  and  sitting  down, 
 
 Going  out  and  coming  in. 
 Keep  us  safe  from  every  sin. 
 
 4  When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 
 Oh,  receive  us  then  at  last ! 
 Night  of  sin  will  be  no  more, 
 
 When  we  reach  the  heavenly  shore.  Marsh. 
 
 49i 
 
753,  754.]  FAMILY   RELIGION 
 
 iywQ  S.  M.  Linsen. 
 
 I  fJO.  The  Morning  Sun. 
 
 SEE,  how  the  morning  sun 
 Pursues  his  shining  way  ; 
 And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise, 
 With  every  bright'uing  ray. 
 
 2  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 
 Its  heavenly  parent  sing, 
 
 And  to  its  great  Original 
 The  humble  tribute  bring. 
 
 3  Serene  I  laid  me  down, 
 Beneath  his  guardian  care ; 
 
 1  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 
 My  kind  Preserver  near. 
 
 4  My  life  I  would  anew 
 Devote,  0  Lord,  to  thee : 
 
 And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
 
 A  long  eternity.  Scott. 
 
 rv  v  i  5th  P.  M.  7s.  Horton. 
 
 i  fj-i.         Gratitude  and  Supplication. 
 
 THOU  that  dost  my  life  prolong, 
 Kindly  aid  my  morning  song; 
 Thankful,  from  my  couch  I  rise, 
 To  the  God  that  rules  the  skies. 
 
 2  Thou  didst  hear  my  evening  cry ; 
 Thy  preserving  hand  was  nigh  : 
 Peaceful  slumbers  thou  hast  shed, 
 Grateful  to  my  weary  head. 
 
 3  Thou  hast  kept  me  through  the  night ; 
 'T  was  thy  hand  restored  the  light : 
 Lord,  thy  mercies  still  are  new, 
 Plenteous  as  the  morning  dew. 
 
 4  Still  my  feet  are  prone  to  stray ; 
 Oh,  preserve  me  through  the  day : 
 Dangers  everywhere  abound ; 
 Sins  and  snares  beset  me  round. 
 
 492    . 
 
AND   DEVOTION. 
 
 [755,  756. 
 
 5  Gently,  with  the  dawn i nor  ray, 
 On  my  soul  thy  beams  display ; 
 Sweeter  than  the  smiling  morn, 
 Let  thy  cheering  light  return. 
 
 Ch.  Psalmody. 
 
 f\j  ww  C.  M. 
 
 (  fjfj.  God  was  with  me. 
 
 MY  God  was  with  me  all  the  night, 
 And  gave  me  sweet  repose: 
 His  angels  watched  me  while  I  slept, 
 Or  I  had  never  rose. 
 
 2  Now  for  the  mercies  of  the  night 
 My  humble  thanks  1 11  pay, 
 
 And  unto  God  I  '11  dedicate 
 The  first  fruits  of  the  day. 
 
 3  In  midst  of  dangers*  fear,  and  death, 
 Thy  goodness  1 11  adore, 
 
 And  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
 And  humbly  hope  for  more. 
 
 4  My  life,  if  thou  preserve  my  life, 
 Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 
 
 My  death,  when  death  must  be  my  lot, 
 Shall  send  my  soul  to  thee. 
 
 Naomi. 
 
 C.  M. 
 
 Sabbath  Morning. 
 
 BEGONE,  my  worldly  cares  away, 
 Nor  dare  to  tempt  my  sight ; 
 Let  me  begin  th'  ensuing  clay, 
 Before  I  end  this  night. 
 
 2  Yes,  let  the  work  of  prayer  and  praise 
 Employ  my  heart  and  tongue  : 
 
 Begin,  my  soul,  thy  Sabbath-days 
 Can  never  be  too  long. 
 
 3  Let  the  past  mercies  of  the  week 
 Excite  a  grateful  frame ; 
 
 Nor  let  my  tongue  refuse  to  speak 
 Some  good  of  Jesus'  name. 
 493 
 
 Maelow. 
 
757,  758.]  FAMILY   RELIGION 
 
 4  On  wings  of  expectation  borne, 
 My  hopes  to  heaven  ascend ; 
 
 1  long  to  welcome  in  the  morn, 
 
 With  thee  the  day  to  spend.  * 
 
 ry^ry  C.  M.  Cambridge 
 
 I  kj  i  •     God  gives  and  guards  our  Sleep. 
 
 GIVER  and  guardian  of  my  sleep, 
 To  praise  thy  name  I  wake : 
 Still,  Lord,  thy  helpless  servant  keep, 
 For  thine  own  mercy's  sake. 
 
 2  The  blessing  of  another  day 
 I  thankfully  receive : 
 
 Oh  may  I  only  thee  obey 
 And  to  thy  glory  live ! 
 
 3  Vouchsafe  to  keep  my  soul  from  sin, 
 Its  cruel  power  suspend, 
 
 Till  all  this  strife  and  war  within  / 
 
 In  perfect  peace  shall  end. 
 
 4  LTpon  me  lay  thy  mighty  hand, 
 My  words  and  thoughts  restrain : 
 
 Bow  my  whole  soul  to  thy  command, 
 Nor  let  my  faith  be  vain. 
 
 5  Pris'ner  of  hope,  I  wait  the  hour 
 Which  shall  salvation  bring  ; 
 
 When  all  I  am  shall  own  thy  power, 
 
 And  call  my  Jesus,  King.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 ry.vQ  C.  M.  Navarlst. 
 
 I  tJU9  Awake,  my  Soul. 
 
 AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  meet  the  day ; 
 Unfold  thy  drowsy  eyes, 
 And  burst  the  heavy  chain  that  binds 
 
 Thine  active  faculties. 
 2  God's  guardian  shield  was  round  me  spread, 
 
 In  my  defenseless  sleep  : 
 Let  him  have  all  my  waking  hours, 
 Who  doth  my  slumbers  keep. 
 494 
 
AND   DEVOTION.  [759. 
 
 3  Pardon,  O  God,  my  former  sloth, 
 And  arm  my  soul  with  grace ; 
 
 As,  rising,  now  I  seal  my  vows 
 To  prosecute  thy  ways. 
 
 4  Bright  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise  ! 
 Thy  radiant  beams  display, 
 
 And  guide  my  dark,  bewildered  soul, 
 
 To  everlasting  day.  Doddridge. 
 
 ^w^  C.  M.  Heber. 
 
 iO tf  •        I ttrill pray  in  the  Morning. 
 
 LORD,  in  the  morning  I  will  send 
 My  prayer  to  reach  thine  ear ; 
 Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 
 My  help  forever  near. 
 
 2  Oh  lead  me,  keep  me  all  this  day, 
 Xear  thee  in  perfect  peace ; 
 
 Help  me  to  watch,  to  watch  and  pray, 
 To  pray  and  never  cease. 
 
 3  I  know  my  roving  feet  will  err, 
 Unless  thou  be  my  guide : 
 
 Warn  me  of  every  foe  and  snare, 
 And  keep  me  near  thy  side. 
 
 4  So  shall  I  pass  all  dangers  safe, 
 And  tread  the  tempter  down. 
 
 My  hope,  my  trust,  joy  and  relief, 
 Shall  be  in  thee  alone. 
 
 5  Thus  let  my  moments  smoothly  run, 
 And  sing  my  hours  away; 
 
 Till  evening  shade  and  setting  sun 
 Conclude  in  endless  da  v. 
 
 495 
 
760,761,]  family  religion 
 
 Evening  Hymns. 
 
 760. 
 
 S.   M.  BOYLSTON, 
 
 Evening  Hymn. 
 
 THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
 The  evening  shades  appear ; 
 Oh  may  we  all  remember  well, 
 The  night  of  death  draws  near. 
 
 2  We  lay  onr  garments  by, 
 Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
 
 So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
 Of  what  we  here  possess. 
 
 3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 
 Secure  from  all  our  fears, 
 
 Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings, 
 Till  morning  light  appears. 
 
 4  And  if  we  early  rise, 
 
 And  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
 May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
 And  after  glory  run. 
 
 5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 
 And  we  from  time  remove, 
 
 Oh  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
 
 The  bosom  of  thy  love!  Hartford  ColL 
 
 ry/a-i  P.  M.       The  last  Beam.* 
 
 I  Djl.  Evening  Prayer. 
 
 FADING,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining ; 
 Father  in  heaven,  the  day  is  declining, 
 Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light, 
 Temptation  and  danger  walk  forth  with  the  night ; 
 From  the  fall  of  the  shade  till  the  morning  bells  chime 
 Shield  me  from  danger,  save  me  from  crime. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 Father,  have  mercy ;  Father,  have  mercy ; 
 Father,  have  mercy,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 
 496 
 
AND   DEVOTION. 
 
 [762,  763. 
 
 2  Father  in  heaven !  oh  hear  when  we  eall ; 
 
 Hear  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour  of  all ; 
 
 Feeble  ami  fainting,  we  trust  in  thy  might, 
 
 In  doubting  and  darkness  thy  love  be  our  light ; 
 
 Let  us  sleep  on  thy  breast  while  the  night-taper  burns, 
 
 Wake  in  thy  arms  when  the  morning  returns.  * 
 
 -Sacred  Lute,  p.  320. 
 
 r*»'f*C)  S.  M.  Tenderness. 
 
 IDp*.  Another  Day  is  past. 
 
 ANOTHER  day  is  past, 
 The  hours  forever  fled ; 
 And  time  is  bearing  me  away, 
 To  mingle  with  the  dead. 
 
 2  My  mind  in  perfect  peace 
 My  father's  care  shall  keep ; 
 
 I  yield  to  gentle  slumber  now, 
 For  thou  canst  never  sleep. 
 
 3  How  blessed.  Lord,  are  they 
 On  thee  securely  stayed  ! 
 
 They  shall  not  be  in  life  alarmed, 
 
 Kor  be  in  death  dismayed.  Curtis'  Coll. 
 
 rv/*Q  L.  M.  Carroll. 
 
 I  00.     Morning  and  Evening  Exercises. 
 
 "ATY  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love! 
 
 ill  Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new  ; 
 And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
 Gently  descend  like  early  dew. 
 
 2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
 Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ; 
 
 Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
 And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 
 
 3  I  yield  myself  to  thy  command ; 
 
 To  thee  devote  my  nights  and  days ; 
 Perpetual  blessings,  from  thy  hand, 
 
 Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise.  Watts. 
 
 497 
 
764,  765.]  FAMILY   RELIGION 
 
 ry p  a  9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.       Stockwell. 
 
 i  0"i.  Evening :   Confidence  in  God's  Protection. 
 
 JAVIOUR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 
 
 Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 
 Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing ; 
 Thou  canst  save,  and  thou  canst  heal. 
 
 2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 
 Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly, 
 
 Angel  guards  from  thee  surround  us ; 
 We  are  safe,  if  thou  art  nigh. 
 
 3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 
 Darkness  can  not  hide  from  thee ; 
 
 Thou  art  He  who,  never  weary, 
 Watches   where  thy  people  be. 
 
 4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 
 And  command  us  to  the  tomb, 
 
 May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
 
 Clad  in  bright,  eternal  bloom.  Edmiston. 
 
 C.  M.  Woodstock. 
 
 Evening  Family  Worship. 
 
 OLORD,  another  day  has  flown, 
 And  we,  a  lonely  band, 
 Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne, 
 To  bless  thy  fostering  hand. 
 
 2  Thy  heavenly  grace  to  each  impart ; 
 All  evil  far  remove  ; 
 
 And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart 
 Thine  everlasting  love. 
 
 3  Our  souls,  obedient  to  thy  sway, 
 In  Christian  bonds  unite  : 
 
 Let  peace  and  love  conclude  the  day, 
 And  hail  the  morning  light. 
 
 4  Thus  chastened,  cleansed,  entirely  thine, 
 A  flock  by  Jesus  led, — 
 
 The  sun  of  righteousness  shall  shine 
 In  glory  on  our  head. 
 
 498 
 
AND  DEVOTION.  [766,  767. 
 
 5  Then  thou  wilt  turn  our  wand'ring  feet, 
 
 And  thou  wilt  bless  our  way, 
 Till  worlds  shall  fade,  and  faith  shall  greet 
 
 The  dawn  of  endless  day.  H.  K.  White, 
 
 rv/i/a  C.  M.  Elizabethtown. 
 
 i  UO«      Evening:  Cheerful  Confidence. 
 
 IN  mercy,  Lord,  remember  me, 
 Through  all  the  hours  of  night, 
 And  grant  to  me  most  graciously 
 The  safeguard  of  thy  might. 
 
 2  With  cheerful  heart  I  close  mine  eyes, 
 Since  thou  wilt  not  remove : 
 
 Oh,  in  the  morning  let  me  rise 
 Rejoicing  in  thy  love. 
 
 3  Or,  if  this  night  should  prove  my  last, 
 And  end  my  transient  days ; 
 
 Lord,  take  me  to  thy  promised  rest, 
 
 Where  I  may  sing  thy  praise.  Moravian. 
 
 ly/ity  C.  M.  Southport,  P.  C.  424. 
 
 1  0  I  •  The  tranquil  Hour. 
 
 HAIL,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day! 
 Begone,  disturbing  care  ! 
 And  look,  my  soul,  from  earth  away, 
 To  Him  who  heareth  prayer. 
 
 2  How  sweet  the  tear  of  penitence 
 Before  his  throne  of  grace  ; 
 
 While  to  the  contrite  spirit's  sense, 
 He  shows  his  smiling  face ! 
 
 3  How  sweet  through   long-remembered  years, 
 His  mercies  to  recall ; 
 
 And,  pressed  with  wants,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
 To  trust  his  love  for  all ! 
 
 4  How  sweet  to  look  in  thoughtful  hope, 
 Beyond  this  fading  sky. 
 
 And  hear  him  call  his  children  up 
 To  his  fair  home  on  high ! 
 499 
 
768,  769.]  FAMILY   RELIGION 
 
 5  Calmly  the  day  forsakes  our  heaven, 
 
 To  dawn  beyond  the  west : 
 So  let  my  soul,  in  life's  last  even, 
 
 Retire  to  glorious  rest. 
 
 768. 
 
 : 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.     Evening  Star. 
 
 Evening  Hymn. 
 
 THE  mellow  eve  is  gliding 
 Serenely  down  the  west : 
 So  eveiy  care  subsiding 
 
 My  soul  would  sink  to  rest. 
 
 The  wood  and  hum  are  ringing 
 
 The  daylight's  gentle  close — 
 
 May  angels,  round  me  singing, 
 
 Thus  hymn  my  last  repose. 
 
 2  The  evening  star  has  lighted 
 
 Her  crystal  lamp  on  high : 
 So,  when  in  death  benighted, 
 
 May  hope  illume  the  sky. 
 In  golden  splendor  dawning, 
 
 The  morrow's  light  shall  break : 
 Oh  !  on  the  last  bright  morning, 
 
 May  I  in  glory  wake. 
 
 ry/ark  C.  M.  Ohio. 
 
 769. 
 
 Evening  Sacrifice. 
 
 Y[OW,  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 
 1 1    Let  warmest  thanks  arise ; 
 Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
 Our  evening  sacrifice. 
 
 2  This  day  God  was  our  sun  and  shield, 
 Our  keeper,  and  our  guide ; 
 
 His  care  was  on  our  weakness  shown, 
 His  mercies  multiplied. 
 
 3  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied, 
 Have  made  up  all  this  day ; 
 
 Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
 More  swift  and  free  than  they. 
 500 
 
AND   DEVOTION.  [770,  771. 
 
 4  New  time,  new  favors,  and  new  joys, 
 
 Do  a  new  song  require : 
 Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 
 
 Accept  our  hearts'  desire.  Mason. 
 
 ryryA  L.  M.     Tallis'  Ev.  Hymn. 
 
 |   I  \J.  Evening  Prayer, 
 
 G1LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
 IT  For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
 Keep  me,  oh  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
 Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 
 
 2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
 The  ill  which  I  this  day  have  done ; 
 That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
 I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 
 
 3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
 The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
 Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
 
 Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment-day. 
 
 4  Oh  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 
 
 And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close ; 
 Sleep,  which  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
 To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 
 
 5  Lord,  let  my  soul  forever  share 
 The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care : 
 
 'T  is  heaven  on  earth,  't  is  heaven  above, 
 
 To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love.  Ken. 
 
 ry<y-i  9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.         Plymouth. 
 
 I  (  _L.  An  Evening  Hymn. 
 
 SEE  the  shadows  thickly  stealing, 
 O'er  the  sunny  brow  of  day ! 
 Hark  !  the  bell's  deep  solemn  pealing 
 
 In  the  air  has  died  away ! 
 Come,  ere  sleep  unnerve  our  vigor, 
 Let  us  for  protection  prav ! 
 501 
 
772,  773.]      FAMILY   RELIGION   AND   DEVOTION. 
 
 2  From  the  robber,  from  the  madness 
 Of  the  all-devouring  fire, 
 
 From  a  troubled  spirit's  sadness, 
 
 From  the  plague's  unpitying  ire, 
 Save  us,  Lord  !  good  Lord,  deliver ! 
 
 Thou  whose  mercies  never  tire ! 
 
 3  Jesus !  Saviour !  lowly  bending 
 At  the  footstool  of  thy  might, 
 
 Let  thy  love,  our  darkness  ending, 
 
 Robe  us  in  thy  garb  of  light ! 
 Guide  us  here,  and  then  forever 
 
 Place  us  on  thy  glory's  height.  * 
 
 ryryQ  L.  M.  Wells. 
 
 I   I  hJm       Reflecting  upon  the  past  Day. 
 
 HAST  thou,  my  soul !  improved  each  power, 
 With  zeal,  this  day,  for  God  and  man  ? 
 Hath  diligence  marked  every  hour, 
 
 As  though  this  day  might  close  the  span  ? 
 
 2  Oh !  if  another  opening  morn 
 
 On  earth,  should  never  smile  on  thee, 
 Wert  thou  to  meet  another  dawn 
 In  yon  unknown  eternity — 
 
 3  Shouldst  thou  with  grief  review  this  day, 
 And  tremble  at  Jehovah's  rod  ? 
 
 Or,  wouldst  thou  calmly  soar  away, 
 
 To  welcome  an  approving  God  ?  * 
 
 m. 
 
 L.  M. 
 
 Reflection. 
 
 THUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 
 Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days ; 
 And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
 Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 
 
 2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
 And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home ; 
 
 But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 
 
 And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 
 502 
 
 Hebron. 
 
CHRISTIAN  LOVE  AND  FELLOWSHIP.    [774,  775. 
 
 3  I  lav  my  body  down  to  sleep,  % 
 Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  : 
 
 While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
 
 Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 
 
 4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
 My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
 
 And  wait  the  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
 
 With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound.  Watts. 
 
 ryry  i  C.  M.  Warwick. 
 
 I   I  tr.  Evening  Sacrifice. 
 
 LORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray, 
 I  am  forever  thine  : 
 
 1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
 Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 
 
 2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 
 From  cares  and  business  free, 
 
 'T  is  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 
 With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 
 
 3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice; 
 And  when  my  work  is  done, 
 
 Great  God,  my  faith,  my  hope  relies 
 Upon  thy  grace  alone. 
 
 4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 
 I  '11  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  ; 
 
 Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
 
 And  will  my  slumbers  keep.  Watts. 
 
 Christian  Love  and  Fellowship. 
 
 ryrvw  C.  M.  Balebma. 
 
 I   i  0#  Sinai  and  Zion.     Heb.  xii,  18,  &c. 
 
 "VTOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
 11    The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke ; 
 Xor  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
 
 Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke ; 
 2  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 
 
 The  city  of  our  God, 
 Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 
 
 And  spread  Ins  love  abroad. 
 503 
 
776.]  CHRISTIAN   LOVE 
 
 3  Behold  th'  innumerable  host 
 uf  angels  clothed  in  light ! 
 
 Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 
 Whose  faith  is  turned  to  sight ! 
 
 4  Behold  the  bless'd  assembly  there, 
 Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven ; 
 
 And  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declares 
 Their  vilest  sins  forgiven. 
 
 5  The  saints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 
 But  one  communion  make ; 
 
 All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  head, 
 And  of  his  grace  partake. 
 
 6  In  such  society  as  this 
 My  weary  soul  would  rest ; 
 
 The  man  that  dwells  where  Jesus  is, 
 
 Must  be  forever  blest.  Watts. 
 
 ruwr*  -k.  M.  Brake. 
 
 776. 
 
 Love  is  the  greatest  of  them. 
 
 HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
 And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 
 If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 
 Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 
 
 2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
 All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell  • 
 Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
 Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 
 
 3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store, 
 To  feed  the  hungry — clothe  the  poor ; 
 Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 
 
 To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name : — 
 
 4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
 Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain ; 
 Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
 
 The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfill.  Watts. 
 
 504 
 
Aim  fellowship.    [777,  778,  779. 
 
 ►v  w  s.  m. 
 
 i   i   i  ,  Love  fills  all  Heaven, 
 
 10  YE  fills  all  heaven  with  light ; 
 J  Love  tunes  the  lyres  above ; 
 Angela  and  saints  their  songs  unite, 
 And  every  voice  is  love. 
 
 2  That  holy,  happy  throng 
 In  sweet  accordance  move : 
 
 Jesus  their  everlasting  song, 
 And  every  accent  love.  . 
 
 3  Soon  will  the  church  below 
 Unite  with  that  above ; 
 
 The  Saviour's  blissful  presence  know, 
 And  sino;  redeeming  love. 
 
 Olmutz. 
 
 yrvo 
 
 S.  ML     WATGSMAjr,P.C.227. 
 No  Part j  Names, 
 
 LET  party  names  no  more 
 The  Christian  world  o'erspread ; 
 Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
 Are  one  in  Christ  their  Head. 
 
 2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 
 Let  mutual  love  be  found ; 
 
 Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
 With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 
 
 3  Thus  will  the  church  below 
 Resemble  that  above, 
 
 Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
 
 And  everv  heart  is  love.  Bed  dome. 
 
 ryryQ  C.  M.  Arlington. 
 
 lit/*  Despise  not  the  Day  of  small  Tilings. 
 
 QCORN  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed, 
 kJ  Xor  deem  it  void  of  power  ; 
 There 's  fruit  in  each  wind-wafted  seed, 
 That  waits  its  natal  hour. 
 
 W  505 
 
780.]  CHRISTIAN   LOYE 
 
 2  A  "whispered  word  may  touch  the  heart, 
 And  call  it  back  to  life ; 
 
 A  look  of  love  bid  sin  depart, 
 And  still  unholy  strife. 
 
 3  No  act  falls  fruitless,  none  can  tell 
 How  vast  its  power  may  be, 
 
 Nor  what  results  unfolded  dwell 
 Within  it  silently. 
 
 4  Work  on,  despair  not,  bring  thy  mite, 
 Nor  care  how  small  it  be, 
 
 God  is  with  all  that  serve  the  right, 
 
 The  holy,  true,  and  free.  Beecher's  Coll. 
 
 7q/\  9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.    Longfellow. 
 
 Ol/«  Divine  Love. 
 
 LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
 Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down ; 
 Fix  in  lis  thy  humble  dwelling, 
 
 All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown : 
 Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion ; 
 
 Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 
 Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 
 Enter  every  trembling  heart. 
 
 2  Breathe,  oh  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 
 
 Into  every  troubled  breast ; 
 Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 
 
 Let  us  find  that  second  rest ; 
 Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 
 
 Let  us  all  thy  life  receive ; 
 Suddenly  return,  and  never, 
 
 Never  more  thy  temples  leave. 
 
 8  Finish  then  thy  new  creation ; 
 
 Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be ; 
 Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation 
 
 Perfectly  restored  in  thee ; 
 Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 
 
 Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place. 
 Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 
 
 Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 506 
 
AND    FELLOWSHIP.  [781,  782. 
 
 rv£)-i  C.  M.  Cavor. 
 
 I  OJL.  The  dear  uniting  Tic. 
 
 BLEST  be  the  dear  uniting  love, 
 That  will  not  let  us  parr ; 
 
 Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 
 We  still  are  one  in  heart. 
 
 2  Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 
 Where  he  appoints  we  go ; 
 
 And  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 
 And  show  his  praise  below. 
 
 3  Oh  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 
 And  nothing  know  beside, 
 
 Nothing  desire,  nothing  esteem, 
 But  Jesus  crucified ! 
 
 4  Closer  and  closer  let  us  cleave 
 To  his  beloved  embrace  ; 
 
 Expect  his  fullness  to  receive, 
 And  grace  to  answer  grace. 
 
 5  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 
 The  same  in  mind  and  heart, 
 
 Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  place, 
 Nor  life,  nor  death  can  part. 
 
 6  But  let  us  hasten  to  the  day, 
 Which  shall  our  flesh  restore ; 
 
 When  death  shall  all  be  done  away, 
 
 And  bodies  part  no  more.  C.  Weslei 
 
 r^QO  C.  M.  Lanesboko. 
 
 10,-Vt  Union  of  Souls. 
 
 OUR  souls  by  love  together  knit, 
 Cemented,  mixed  in  one ; 
 One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice ; 
 ?T  is  heaven  on  earth  begun ! 
 
 2  Our  hearts  have  burned  while  Jesus  spake, 
 
 And  glowed  with  sacred  fire  ; 
 He  stopped  and  talked,  and  fed  and  blest, 
 
 And  tilled  th'  enlarged  desire. 
 507 
 
783.]  CHRISTIAN   LOVE 
 
 3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 
 The  heavens  are  big  with  rain ; 
 
 We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 
 And  all  its  moisture  drain. 
 
 4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows ! 
 But  pour  a  mighty  flood ; 
 
 Oh  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
 Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 
 
 5  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 
 And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
 
 When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
 Proclaimed  by  thee  thine  own : 
 
 6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 
 Be  fully  saved  by  grace ; 
 
 From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 
 Behold  thee  face  to  face ! 
 
 ryQQ  CM.  Joyful  Sound. 
 
 I  00  •  Discord  deprecated. 
 
 GIVER  of  concord,  Prince  of  peace, 
 Meek,  lamb-like  Son  of  God, 
 Bid  our  unruly  passions  cease, 
 By  thy  atoning  blood. 
 
 2  Rebuke  our  rage ;  our  passions  chide ; 
 Our  stubborn  wills  control ; 
 
 Beat  down  our  wrath,  root  out  our  pride, 
 And  calm  our  troubled  soul. 
 
 3  Subdue  in  us  the  carnal  mind ; 
 Its  enmity  destroy; 
 
 With  cords  of  love  our  spirits  bind, 
 And  melt  us  into  joy. 
 
 4  Us  into  closest  union  draw, 
 And  in  our  inward  parts 
 
 Let  kindness  sweetly  write  her  law, 
 And  love  command  our  hearts. 
 508 
 
AND   FELLOWSHIP.  [784,  785. 
 
 5  Oh  let  us  find  the  good  old  way 
 
 Our  wond'ring  foes  to  move, 
 And  force  the  heathen  world  to  say, 
 
 "See  how  these  Christians  love  !  "  C.   Wesley. 
 
 rvo  A  C.  M.  Wort. 
 
 784. 
 
 Brotherly  Love. 
 
 HOW  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight 
 When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 
 In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
 And  so  fulfill  his  word  ! 
 
 2  Oh  may  we  feel  each  brother's  sigh, 
 And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
 
 May  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
 And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 
 
 3  Free  us  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 
 Our  wishes  fix  above  ; 
 
 May  each  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
 And  show  a  brother's  love. 
 
 4  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 
 Through  every  bosom  flow : 
 
 And  union  sweet  and  dear  esteem, 
 In  every  action  glow. 
 
 5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 
 The  happy  souls  above : 
 
 And  he 's  an  heir  of  heaven  that  finds 
 
 His  bosom  glow  with  love.  Swain. 
 
 r^:Q w  S.  M.  Dover. 
 
 lOO.  The  blessed  Tie. 
 
 BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
 Our  hearts  in  Christian  love ; 
 The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
 Is  like  to  that  above. 
 
 2  Before  our  Father's  throne, 
 
 We  pour  our  ardent  prayers ; 
 Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims,  are  one, 
 
 Our  comforts,  and  our  cares. 
 509 
 
786.] 
 
 CHRISTIAN   LOVE 
 
 3  We  share  our  mutual  woes : 
 Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
 
 And  often  for  each  other  flows 
 The  sympathizing  tear. 
 
 4  "When  we  asunder  part, 
 It  gives  us  inward  pain ; 
 
 But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
 And  hope  to  meet  again. 
 
 5  This  glorious  hope  revives 
 Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
 
 While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
 And  longs  to  see  the  day. 
 
 6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
 And  sin  we  shall  be  free ; 
 
 And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
 Through  all  eternity. 
 
 Faivcett. 
 
 786. 
 
 L.  M. 
 
 A  pleasant  Interview. 
 
 ONCE  more  a  pleasant  interview 
 The  Lord  doth  grant  us,  to  renew 
 Our  social  friendship  kind  and  dear ; 
 Our  hearts  to  warm,  our  souls  to  cheer. 
 
 2  While  we  were  absent  far  abroad, 
 We  saw  the  kindness  of  our  God ; 
 Therefore  his  love  let  us  adore, 
 That  we  are  here  alive  once  more. 
 
 3  How  many  souls  have  launched  away 
 To  everlasting  night  or  day ! 
 
 In  sickness  many  more  remain, 
 Whilst  we  our  life  and  health  retain. 
 
 4  Into  his  presence  let  us  haste, 
 And  thank  him  for  his  favors  past  ; 
 Down  on  your  knees  devoutly  all, 
 Before  the  Lord,  our  Maker,  fall. 
 
 510 
 
 MORIAH. 
 
A"NTD    FELLOWSHIP.  [787,    78& 
 
 ryQry  CL  M.  •   New  Haven. 
 
 |  O  I  •  Cordial  Agreement. 
 
 I  LL  praise  to.  our  redeeming  Lord, 
 uTjl  Who  j<'in<  us,  by  his  grac'e. 
 And  bids  us,  each  to  each  restored, 
 Together  seek  his  face. 
 
 2  He  bida  us  build  each  other  up ; 
 And,  gathered  into  one. 
 
 To  our  high  calling's  glorious  hope, 
 We  hand  in  hand  f^o  on. 
 
 3  The  gift  which  he  on  one  bestows, 
 
 We  all  delight  to  prove  : 
 The  grace  through  every  vessel  flows, 
 In  purest  streams  of  love. 
 
 4  E'en  now  we  think  and  speak  the  same, 
 And  cordially  agree, 
 
 United  all,  through  Jesus'  name, 
 In  perfect  harmony. 
 
 5  We  all  partake  the  joy  of  one, 
 The  common  peace  we  feel ; 
 
 A  peace  to  sensual  minds  unknown, 
 A  joy  unspeakable. 
 
 6  And  if  our  fellowship  below 
 In  Jesus  be  so  sweet,. 
 
 What  height  of  rapture  shall  we  know, 
 
 When  round  kis  throne  we  meet !  C.  Wesley . 
 
 ivr  C.  M.  Emmatjs. 
 
 4  OO*  Meeting  in  Jesui  ^ame. 
 
 <EE,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see. 
 
 s 
 
 The  promised  blessing  give  ! 
 Met  in  thy  name  we  look  to  thee, 
 Expecting  to  receive. 
 
 2  Thee  we  expect,  our  faithful  Lord, 
 Who  in  thy  name  are  joined  : 
 
 We  wait,  according  to  thy  word, 
 Thee  in  the  midst  to  find. 
 511 
 
789,  790.]  CHRISTIAN  LOVE 
 
 3  "With  us  thou  art  assembled  here, 
 But,  oh  !  thyself  reveal ! 
 
 Son  of  the  living  God,  appear ! 
 Let  us  thy  presence, feel. 
 
 4  Breathe  on  us,  Lord,  in  this  our  day, 
 And  these  dry  bones  shall  live ; 
 
 Speak  peace  into  our  hearts,  and  sav, 
 "  The  Holy  Ghost  receive." 
 
 5  Whom  now  we  seek,  oh  may  we  meet ! 
 Jesus,  the  Crucified : 
 
 Show  us  thy  bleeding  hands  and  feet, 
 Thou  who  for  us  hast  died. 
 
 6  Cause  us  the  record  to  receive ! 
 Speak,  and  the  tokens  show, 
 
 "  Oh  be  not  faithless,  but  believe 
 
 In  Me,  who  died  for  you !  "  C.  Wesley. 
 
 7r\r\  S.  M.  Gerar. 
 
 Ot/«         Hearts  and  Hopes  are  one. 
 BLEST  are  the  sons  of  peace, 
 Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one ; 
 Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please, 
 Through  all  their  actions  run. 
 
 2  Blest  is  the  pious  house 
 Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 
 
 Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
 Make  their  communion  sweet. 
 
 3  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 
 The  saints  are  blest  above, 
 
 Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distills, 
 
 And  all  the  air  is  love.  Watts. 
 
 fyQA  C.  M.  Naomi. 
 
 I  tJ\Jm  Brotherly  Love. 
 
 SWEET  is  the  love  that  mutual  glows 
 Within  each  brother's  breast  ; 
 And  binds  in  gentlest  bonds  each  heart,    . 
 All  blessing,  and  all  blest : 
 512 
 
AND    FELLOWSHIP.  [791. 
 
 2  Sweet  as  the  odorous  balsam  poured 
 On  Aaron's  sacred  head, 
 
 Which  o'er  his  beard  and  down  his  vest 
 A  breathing  fragrance  shed. 
 
 3  Like  morning  dews  on  Zion's  mount 
 That  spread  their  silver  rays ; 
 
 And  deck  with  gems  the  verdant  pomp 
 Which  Hermon's  top  displays. 
 
 4  To  such  the  Lord  of  life  and  love 
 His  blessing  shall  extend  : 
 
 On  earth  a  life  of  joy  and  peace, 
 
 And  life  that  ne'er  shall  end.  Dr.   Gregory. 
 
 fYl^  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.     Drooping  Souls, 
 
 i  91.       Brotherly  Eneouragement     L*  of  Z>  319' 
 
 COME,  my  friend,  and  let  us  try, 
 For  a  little  season, 
 Every  burden  to  lay  by ; 
 Come,  and  let  us  reason. 
 
 2  What  is  this  that  casts  you  down, 
 What  is  tliis  that  grieves  you  ? 
 
 Speak,  and  let  the  worst  be  known, 
 Speaking  may  relieve  you. 
 
 3  Christ  at  times  by  faith  I  view, 
 And  it  doth  relieve  me ; 
 
 But  my  doubts  return  anew, 
 They  are  those  that  grieve  me. 
 
 4  Troubled  like  the  restless  sea, 
 Feeble,  faint,  and  fearful, 
 
 Plagued  with  every  sore  disease, 
 How  can  I  be  cheerful  ? 
 
 5  Think  on  what  your  Saviour  bore 
 In  the  gloomy  garden  ; 
 
 Sweating  blood  at  every  pore, 
 To  procure  thy  pardon. 
 W2  513 
 
792.]  CHRISTIAN   LOVE 
 
 6  View  him  nailed  to  the  tree, 
 Bleeding,  groaning,  dying; 
 
 See,  he  suffered  this  for  thee, 
 Therefore  be  believing. 
 
 7  Brethren,  do  n't  you  feel  the  flame  ? 
 Sisters,  don't  you  love  him? 
 
 Let  us  join  to  praise  his  name, 
 Let  us  never  grieve  him. 
 
 8  Soon  we'll  meet  to  part  no  more, 
 Soon  we  '11  meet  in  heaven  ; 
 
 There  we  '11  join  the  saints  above, 
 And  forever  praise  him. 
 
 rv//-\^  L.  M.  Gratitude. 
 
 (  Sli.  The  sacred  Tie. 
 
 HOW  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds, 
 In  union  sweet,  according  minds  ! 
 How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
 Whose  hearts,  whose  faith,  whose  hopes  are  one ! 
 
 2  To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear ! 
 What  watchful  love,  what  holy  fear ! 
 How  doth  the  generous  flame  within 
 Beflne  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin ! 
 
 8  Their  stream  ins;  eves  together  flow 
 For  human  guilt  and  mortal  woe ; 
 Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 
 Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 
 
 4  Together  oft  they  seek  the  place 
 Where  God  reveals  his  smiling  face ; 
 How  high,  how  strong  their  raptures  swell, 
 There 's  none  but  kindred  souls  can  tell. 
 
 5  Xor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire 
 'Midst  nature's  drooping,  sickening  fire : 
 Soon  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above — 
 
 A  heaven  of  joy,  because  of  love.  Barbauld. 
 
 514 
 
AND   FELLOWSHIP.  [793,  794. 
 
 rvr\f\  6th  P.  M,  7s.  Martin. 
 
 i  e/*J.      Prayer  to  the  Prince  of  Peace. 
 
 JESUS,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, 
 Let  us  in  thy  name  agree  ; 
 Show  thyself  the  Prince  of  Peace : 
 Bid  our  jars  forever  cease. 
 
 2  By  thy  reconciling  love, 
 Every  stumbling  block  remove; 
 Each  to  each  unite,  endear ; 
 Come,  and  spread  thy  banner  here. 
 
 3  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
 Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind ; 
 Lowly,  meek,  in  thought  and  word, 
 Altogether  like  our  Lord, 
 
 4  Let  us  for  each  other  care, 
 Each  the  other's  burden  bear ; 
 To  thy  church  the  pattern  give ; 
 Show  how  true  believers  live. 
 
 5  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride, 
 Let  us  thus  in  God  abide ; 
 
 All  the  depths  of  love  express, 
 All  the  heights  of  holiness. 
 
 6  Let  us  then  with  joy  remove 
 To  the  family  above ; 
 
 On  the  wings  of  angels  fly  ; 
 
 Show  how  true  believers  die.  *. 
 
 794. 
 
 C.    M.  LlNGHAM. 
 
 One  Accord. 
 
 C10ME,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine) 
 And  all,  with  one  accord, 
 In  a  perpetual  covenant  join 
 Ourselves  to  Christ  the  Lord. 
 
 2  Give  up  ourselves  through  Jesus'  power, 
 
 His  name  to  glorify ; 
 And  promise,  in  this  sacred  hour, 
 
 For  God  to  live  and  die. 
 515 
 
795.]  CHRISTIAN   LOVE 
 
 3  The  covenant  we  this  moment  make, 
 Be  ever  kept  in  mind ; 
 
 We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake, 
 Or  cast  his  words  behind. 
 
 4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear, 
 Who  hears  our  solemn  vow  ; 
 
 And  if  thou  art  well  pleased  to  hear, 
 Come  down,  and  meet  us  now ! 
 
 5  Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
 Let  all  our  hearts  receive; 
 
 Present  with  the  celestial  host, 
 The  peaceful  answer  give. 
 
 6  To  each  the  covenant  blood  apply, 
 Which  takes  our  sins  away ; 
 
 And  register  our  names  on  high, 
 
 And  keep  us  to  that  day.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 795. 
 
 S.  M.  Shirland. 
 
 Assembled  in  thy  Name. 
 
 JESUS,  we  look  to  thee, 
 Thy  promised  presence  claim ; 
 Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  shalt  be, 
 Assembled  in  thy  name  : 
 Thy  name  salvation  is, 
 Which  here  we  come  to  prove ; 
 Thy  name  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace, 
 And  everlasting  love. 
 
 2  Not  in  the  name  of  pride, 
 
 Or  selfishness,  we  meet; 
 From  nature's  paths  we  turn  aside, 
 
 And  worldly  thoughts  forget ; 
 
 We  meet  the  grace  to  take, 
 
 Which  thou  hast  freely  given ; 
 We  meet  on  earth  for  thy  dear  sake, 
 
 That  we  may  meet  in  heaven. 
 516 
 
AND   FELLOWSHIP.  [796,  797. 
 
 3  Present  we  know  thou  art, 
 
 But  oh,  thyself  reveal ! 
 Now,  Lord,  let  every  bounding  heart 
 
 The  mighty  comfort  feel ! 
 Oh,  may  thy  quirk  ning  voice 
 
 The  death  of  sin  remove ; 
 And  bid  our  inmost  souls  rejoice 
 
 In  hope  of  perfect  love !  C.  Wesley. 
 
 796. 
 
 C.  M.  Douglas. 
 
 United  by  Grace. 
 
 JESUS,  united  by  thy  grace, 
 And  each  to  each  endeared ; 
 With  confidence  we  seek  thy  face, 
 And  know  our  prayer  is  heard. 
 
 2  Still  let  us  own  our  common  Lord, 
 And  bear  thine  easy  yoke, 
 
 A  band  of  love,  a  three-fold  cord, 
 Which  never  can  be  broke. 
 
 3  Make  us  into  one  spirit  drink, 
 Baptize  into  thy  name ; 
 
 And  let  us  always  kindly  think, 
 And  sweetly  speak  the  same. 
 
 4  Touched  by  the  loadstone  of  thy  love, 
 Let  all  our  hearts  agree : 
 
 And  ever  fwards  each  other  move, 
 
 And  ever  move  t'wards  Thee.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 797. 
 
 rvA^V  CJ.  M.  Chelmsford. 
 
 Friendly  Aid. 
 
 TRY  us,  0  God,  and  search  the  ground 
 Of  every  sinful  heart : 
 Whate'er  of  sin  in  us  is  found, 
 Oh  bid  it  all  depart ! 
 
 2  If  to  the  right  or  left  we  stray, 
 
 Leave  us  not  comfortless  ; 
 But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
 
 Of  everlasting  peace. 
 
 517 
 
798.]  CHRISTIAN   LOVE 
 
 3  Help  us,  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 
 Each  other's  cross  to  bear  ; 
 
 Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 
 And  feel  his  brother's  care. 
 
 4  Help  us,  to  build  each  other  up ; 
 Our  little  stock  improve  ; 
 
 Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
 
 And  perfect  us  in  love. 
 
 5  Up  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 
 Let  us  in  all  things  grow  ; 
 
 Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 
 And  spotless  here  below. 
 
 6  Then,  when  the  might}'  work  is  wrought, 
 Eeceive  thy  ready  bride  ; 
 
 Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot 
 
 With  all  the  sanctified.  Q    TTe-sIey. 
 
 Love  Feast. 
 
 rvAQ  L.  M.  Olivet. 
 
 I  oJO»  The  heavenly  Guest  invited. 
 
 OAVIOUR  of  all,  to  thee  we  bow, 
 i O  And  own  thee  faithful  to  thy  word  ; 
 YTe  hear  thy  voice,  and  open  now 
 Our  hearts  to  entertain  our  Lord. 
 
 2  Come  in,  come  in,  thou  heavenly  Guest; 
 Delight  in  what  thyself  hast  given  ; 
 
 On  thy  own  gifts  and  graces  feast, 
 
 And  make  the  contrite  heart  thy  heaven. 
 
 3  Smell  the  sweet  odor  of  our  prayers ; 
 Our  sacrifice  of  praise  approve; 
 
 xVnd  treasure  up  our  gracious  tears, 
 Who  rest  in  thy  redeeming  love. 
 
 4  Beneath  thy  shadow  let  us  sit ; 
 
 Gall  us  thy  friends,  and  love,  and  bride ; 
 And  bid  us  freely  drink  and  eat 
 
 Thy  dainties,  and  be  satisfied.  C.  Wedey. 
 
 518 
 
AND    FELLOWSHIP.  [799,  800. 
 
 tSi\f\  ^x  ^'  ^*  ^  ^'mQS  ~s'  Berlin. 
 
 I  v  v  •   Mutual  Love  the  Bond  of  Union. 
 
 TV  PULE  we  walk  with  God  in  light, 
 \  )     God  our  hearts  doth  still  unite : 
 Dearest  fellowship  we  prove, — 
 Fellowship  in  Jesus'  love; 
 Sweetly  each,  with  each  combined, 
 In  the  bonds  01  duty  joined, 
 Feels  the  cleansing  blood  applied, — 
 Daily  feels  that  Christ  hath  died, 
 
 2  Still,  O  Lord,  our  faith  increase; 
 Cleanse  from  all  unrighteousness ; 
 Thee  tlv  unholy  can  not  see ; 
 Make,  oh  make  us  meet  for  thee : 
 Every  vile  affection  kill  : 
 
 Boot  out  every  seed  of  ill ; 
 
 Utterly  abolish  sin ; 
 
 Write  thy  law  of  love  within. 
 
 3  Hence  may  all  our  actions  flow ; 
 Love  the  proof  that  Christ  we  know ; 
 Mutual  love  the  token  be, 
 
 Lord,  that  we  belong  to  thee : 
 
 Love,  thine  image,  love  impart, 
 
 Stamp  it  now  on  every  heart : 
 
 Only  love  to  us  be  given  : 
 
 Lord,  we  ask  no  other  heaven.  C.  Wesley* 
 
 800. 
 
 7th  P.  M.  8  lines  7s.        Hayward. 
 
 The  Feast  of  endless  L 
 
 pOME,  thou  high  and  lofty  Lord, 
 
 \J  Lowly,  meek,  incarnate  Word ; 
 Humbly  stoop  to  earth  again ; 
 Come,  and  visit  abject  man. 
 Jesus,  dear  expected  guest, 
 Thou  art  bidden  to  the  feast : 
 For  thyself  our  hearts  prepare ; 
 Come,  and  sit,  and  banquet  there. 
 519 
 
801,  802.] 
 
 CHRISTIAN   LOVE 
 
 2  Jesus,  we  thy  promise  claim  : 
 We  are  met  in  thy  great  name ; 
 In  the  midst  do  thou  appear ; 
 Manifest  thy  presence  here. 
 
 Sanctify  us,  Lord,  and  bless ; 
 Breathe  thy  Spirit,  give  thy  peace ; 
 Thou  thyself  within  us  move : 
 Make  our  least  a  feast  of  love. 
 
 801. 
 
 3rd  P.  or  H.  ML  Flanders. 
 
 The  beautiful  Sight. 
 
 HOW  beautiful  the  sight 
 Of  brethren  who  agree, 
 In  friendship,  to  unite, 
 
 And  bands  of  charity ! 
 'T  is  like  the  precious  ointment  shed, 
 O'er  all  his  robes,  from  Aaron's  head. 
 
 2  T  is  like  the  dews  that  fill 
 
 The  cups  of  Sermon's  flowers : 
 Or  Zion's  fruitful  hill, 
 
 Bright  with  the  drops  of  showers : 
 When  mingling  odors  breathe  around, 
 And  glory  rests  on  all  the  ground. 
 
 3  For  there  the  Lord  commands 
 Blessings,  a  boundless  store, 
 
 From  his  unsparing  hands — 
 
 E'en  life  for  evermore  : 
 Thrice  happy  they  who  meet  above, 
 To  spend  eternity  in  love.  Montgomery. 
 
 802. 
 
 C.  M. 
 
 Love  the  Test  of  Disciple-ship. 
 
 OUR  God  is  love  ;  and  all  his  saints 
 His  image  bear  below : 
 The  heart  with  love  to  God  inspired, 
 
 With  love  to  man  will  glow. 
 2  None  who  are  truly  born  of  God 
 
 Can  live  in  enmity ; 
 Then  may  we  love  each  other,  Lord, 
 
 As  we  are  loved  by  thee. 
 520 
 
 SlLOAM. 
 
AXD   FELLOWSHIP.  [803,  804. 
 
 3  Heirs  of  the  same  immortal  Miss, 
 Our  hopes  and  fears  the  same, 
 
 With  bonds  of  love  our  hearts  unite, 
 With  mutual  love  inflame. 
 
 4  So  may  the  unbelieving  world 
 See  how  true  Christians  love; 
 
 And  glorify  our  Saviour's  grace, 
 
 And  seek  that  grace  to  prove.       BicherstetKs  Coll. 
 
 8/-\q  C.  M.  Majesty. 
 
 UO«        The  universal  Bond,  of  Love. 
 
 THE  glorious  universe  around, 
 The  heavens  with  all  their  train, 
 Sun,  moon,  and  stars  are  firmly  bound 
 In  one  mysterious  chain. 
 
 2  The  earth,  the  ocean,  and  the  sky, 
 To  form  one  world  agree  ; 
 
 Where  all  that  walk,  or  swim,  or  fly, 
 Compose  one  family. 
 
 3  God  in  creation  thus  displays 
 His  wisdom  and  his  might, 
 
 While  all  his  works  with  all  his  ways 
 Harmoniously  unite. 
 
 4  In  one  fraternal  bond  of  love, 
 One  fellowship  of  mind, 
 
 The  saints  below  and  saints  above 
 Their  bliss  and  glory  find. 
 
 5  Here,  in  their  house  of  pilgrimage, 
 Thy  statutes  are  their  song ; 
 
 There,  through  one  bright,  eternal  age, 
 
 Thy  praises  they  prolong.  Montgomery. 
 
 Q/\i  L.  M.  Sessions. 
 
 oU4.  Kindred  in  Christ. 
 
 KINDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 
 A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
 May  we  together  now  partake 
 The  jovs  which  only  he  can  give. 
 521 
 
805.]  CHRISTIAN  LOVE,   ETC. 
 
 2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  is  given, 
 
 To  know  the  Saviour's  precious  name ; 
 And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heaven, 
 Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 
 
 3  May  he  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 
 Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above ; 
 
 Make  our  communications  sweet, 
 
 And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 
 
 4  Forgotten  be  each  earthly  theme, 
 When  Christians  see  each  other  thus ; 
 
 "We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 
 
 Who  lived — and  died — and  reigns — for  us. 
 
 5  We  '11  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 
 And  suffered  for  us  here  below ; 
 
 The  path  he  marked  for  us  to  tread, 
 And  what  he  's  doing  for  us  now. 
 
 6  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 
 We  '11  love  and  wonder  and  adore ; 
 
 And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 
 
 When  we  shall  meet — to  part  no  more.       Newton, 
 
 r\r\**>  C.  M,  Cyrene. 
 
 0  U  0  •  Spir  it  of  Pea  ce. 
 
 SPIRIT  of  peace !  celestial  Dove! 
 O  How  excellent  thy  praise ! 
 Is  o  richer  gift  than  Christian  love 
 Thy  gracious  power  displays. 
 
 2  Sweet  as  the  dew  on  herb  and  flower, 
 That  silently  distills, 
 
 At  evening's  soft  and  balmy  hour, 
 On  Zion's  fruitful  hills: 
 
 3  So,  with  mild  influence  from  above, 
 Shall  promised  grace  descend, 
 
 Till  universal  peace  and  love, 
 
 O'er  all  the  earth  extend.  Lyle. 
 
 522 
 
GREETING   AND   PARTING.        [806,  807. 
 
 q  r\  r*  P.  M.     Children's  Hos.,  p.  77. 
 
 QUO.         The  Christian's  sweet  Home. 
 
 MTID  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints, 
 
 itJL  How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints; 
 To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
 And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 
 
 Chorus:  % 
 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
 Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 
 
 2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace  ! 
 And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  can  not  cease, 
 Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 
 
 I  long  to  behold  thee,  in  glory  at  home. 
 
 3  I  long  from  this  body  of  clay  to  be  free, 
 "Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with  thee  : 
 Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may  foam, 
 All,  all  will  be  peace,  when  I  'm  with  thee  at  home. 
 
 4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay. 
 
 Oh  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day; 
 In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
 Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 
 o  Whatever  thou  deniest,  oh  give  me  thy  grace, 
 The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face  ; 
 Indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne, 
 And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 
 6  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine, 
 No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine, 
 And  in  thy  dear  image  arise  from  the  tomb, 
 With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee  at  home. 
 
 Denham. 
 
 Greeting  and  Parting. 
 
 Q/\ry  5th  P.  M.  7s.     Ple yel's  Hymn, 
 
 0\J  i  .  Parting. 
 
 FOR  a  season  called  to  part, 
 Let  us  now  ourselves  commend, 
 To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
 Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 
 2  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer : 
 Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
 Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
 All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 
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808,  809.]  GREETING   AND 
 
 3  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong : 
 
 Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain ; 
 And  our  wasting  lives  prolong, 
 
 Till  we  meet  on  earth  again.  * 
 
 qaq  C.  M.  Devizes. 
 
 QUO.  Meeting. 
 
 LORD,  when  together  here  we  meet, 
 And  taste  thy  heavenly  grace, 
 Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 
 We're  loath  to  leave  the  place. 
 
 2  Yet,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will, 
 That  we  must  part  again, 
 
 Oh  let  thy  gracious  presence  still 
 With  each  of  us  remain. 
 
 3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 
 Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 
 
 Till  we  around  thy  glorious  throne 
 
 Shall  joyful  meet  above.  * 
 
 QAA  S.  M.  Concord. 
 
 uU  fJ •  TJie  joyful  Meeting. 
 
 O  AYIOUR  of  sinful  men, 
 IO  Thy  goodness  we  proclaim, 
 Which  brings  us  here  to  meet  again, 
 
 And  triumph  in  thy  name  : 
 Thy  mighty  name  hath  been 
 
 Our  safeguard  and  our  tower, — 
 Hath  saved  us  from  the  world  and  sin, 
 
 And  all  th'  accuser's  power. 
 
 2  Awhile  in  flesh  disjoined, 
 
 Our  friends  that  went  before 
 We  soon  in  Paradise  shall  find 
 
 And  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
 In  yon  thrice  happy  seat, 
 
 Waiting  for  us  they  are ; 
 And  thou  shalt  there  a  husband  meet, 
 
 Arid  I  a  parent  there  !  C.  We^lerj.  % 
 
 524 
 
PARTING. 
 
 [810,  811,  812. 
 
 810. 
 
 9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s. 
 
 Benediction. 
 
 MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 
 And  the  Fathers  boundless  love, 
 With  the  holy  Spirit's  favor, 
 Rest  upon  us  from  above  : 
 Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 
 
 With  each  other  and  the  Lord  ; 
 
 And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
 
 Joys  which  earth  can  not  afford. 
 
 Orestes. 
 
 Newton* 
 
 ^^  5th  P.  M.  7s.  St.  Louis. 
 
 uXX.  Before  parting. 
 
 C1HEISTIAX  brethren,  ere  we  part, 
 /  Every  voice  and  every  heart 
 Join,  and  to  our  Father  raise 
 One  last  hymn  of  grateful  praise. 
 
 2  Though  we  here  should  meet  no  more, 
 Yet  there  is  a  brighter  shore ; 
 
 There,  released  from  toil  and  pain, 
 There  we  all  may  meet  again. 
 
 3  Xow  to  thee,  thou  God  of  heaven, 
 Be  eternal  glory  given  : 
 
 Grateful  for  thy  love  divine, 
 
 May  our  hearts  be  ever  thine.  H.  K.  White. 
 
 q-|  r\  P.  M.  6s  &  5s. 
 
 OX /v.  Meet,  neer  to  sever. 
 
 TT^HEX  shall  we  meet  again  ? 
 \  t     Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 
 When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 
 
 Round  us  forever? 
 Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose 
 Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows 
 In  this  dark  vale  of  woes, 
 
 Never,  no,  never. 
 
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 Unity. 
 
813.] 
 
 GREETING  AND 
 
 2  When  aha]]  love  freely  flow, 
 Pure  as  life's  river? 
 
 When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow 
 
 Changeless  forever  ? 
 Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
 Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
 And  fears  of  parting  chill 
 
 X ever, — no,  never. 
 
 3  Up  to  that  world  of  light 
 Take  us,  dear  Saviour ! 
 
 May  we  all  there  unite, 
 
 Happy  forever  ! 
 Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
 There  may  our  music  swell, 
 And  time  our  joys  dispel 
 
 Never, — no,  never. 
 
 4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again, 
 Meet  ne'er  to  sever, 
 
 Soon  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 
 
 Round  us  forever ; 
 Our  hearts  will  then  repose, 
 Secure  from  worldly  woes ; 
 Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 
 
 Never, — no,  never. 
 
 Selected  Hymns 
 
 813. 
 
 P.  M.     Sac.  Mel.,  p.  239. 
 Parting  Friends. 
 "\T7HEX  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
 V  V    When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
 Oft  shall  glowing  hope  expire, 
 Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 
 
 Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
 Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 
 
 2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
 Parched  beneath  the  burning  sky  ; 
 Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
 Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls, 
 
 And  in  heaven's  wide  domain, 
 
 There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 
 526 
 
PARTING.  [814,  815. 
 
 3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
 When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead, 
 When  in  oold  oblivion's  shade. 
 Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid; 
 Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
 There  may  we  all  meet  again. 
 
 814. 
 
 P.  M.  Sicilian  Hymn. 
 
 For  the  Fullness  of  Peace  and  Joy. 
 
 LORD,  dismiss  as  with  thy  blessing ; 
 Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
 Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
 Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 
 
 Oh  refresh  us, 
 Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 
 
 2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
 For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
 
 May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
 In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 
 
 May  thy  presence 
 With  us  evermore  be  found. 
 
 3  So,  whene'er  the  signal 's  given, 
 Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
 
 Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven, 
 Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 
 
 May  we  ever 
 Beisfii  with  Christ  in  endless  dav.  Burder. 
 
 815. 
 
 L.  M.        Sac.  Mel.,  p.  78. 
 Farewell. 
 
 FAREWELL,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 
 I  have  no  home  or  stay  with  you ; 
 I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
 Till  I  a  better  country  view. 
 
 Chorus  :  Farewell,  farewell,  farewell, 
 
 My  loving  friends,  farewell. 
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816.]  GREETING    AND 
 
 2  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 
 Nor  waits  for  mortal  cares  or  bliss : 
 
 1  leave  you  here  and  travel  on, 
 
 Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 
 
 3  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
 To  you  I  'm  bound  in  cords  of  love ; 
 
 Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
 That  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above. 
 
 4  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
 
 You  've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heaven, 
 You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross, 
 Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 
 
 Chorus  :  Fight  on,  fight  on,  fight  on, 
 
 The  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 
 
 5  Farewell,  poor,  careless  sinners,  too, 
 It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here ; 
 
 Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you ; 
 Oh  turn,  and  find  salvation  near. 
 
 Chorus  :  Oh  turn,  oh  turn,  oh  turn, 
 
 And  find  salvation  near.  * 
 
 8-j  r*  P.  M.  6s,  4s  &  5s.  Joyfully. 
 
 JLO.  Farewell  Ode  for  a  College  Commencement. 
 PEACEFULLY,  tenderly, 
 Here,  as  we  part, 
 The  farewell  that  lingers 
 
 Be  breathed  from  the  heart. 
 No  place  more  fitting, 
 
 O  house  of  the  Lord — 
 Here  be  it  spoken, 
 
 That  last  prayerful  word. 
 
 2  Thoughtfully,  carefully, 
 Solemn  and  slow ! 
 
 Tears  are  bedewing 
 
 The  path  that  we  go : 
 Perils  before  us 
 
 We  know  not  to-day — 
 Kindly  and  safely, 
 
 O  Lord,  lead  the  way. 
 
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parting.  [817,  818. 
 
 3  Upwardly,  steadfastly, 
 Gaze  on  that  brow, 
 
 Jesus,  our  Leader, 
 
 Reigns  conqueror  now : 
 
 His  steps  let  us  follow, 
 His  sufferings  dare, 
 
 Go  up  to  glory, 
 
 His  blessedness  share. 
 
 4  Patiently,  cheerfully, 
 Up,  and  depart 
 
 To  labor  and  duty 
 
 With  undismayed  heart : 
 The  ransomed,  with  gladness, 
 
 To  Zion  we  '11  bring, 
 Shouting  salvation 
 
 To  Jesus,  ourKing. 
 
 817. 
 
 L.   M.  KOCKIXGHAM. 
 
 Before  Parting. 
 
 \[OW,  Christian  brethren,  ere  we  part, 
 1\    Join  every  voice  and  every  heart ; 
 One  solemn  hymn  to  God  we  raise, 
 One  closing  song  of  grateful  praise. 
 
 2  Christians,  we  here  may  meet  no  more-, 
 But  there  is  yet  a  happier  shore ; 
 And  there,  released  from  toil  and  pain, 
 Dear  brethren,  we  shall  meet  again. 
 
 818. 
 
 27th  P.  M.  lis.  CobwiA 
 
 Farewell. 
 
 FAREWELL,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at  hand, 
 That  we  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band  ; 
 Our  sev'ral   engagements  now  call  us  away, 
 Our  parting  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey. 
 
 2  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  farewell  for  awhile, 
 We'll  soon  meet  again,  if  kind  Providence  smile  ; 
 But  when  we  are  parted  and  scattered  abroad. 
 We'll  pray  for  each  other  when  wrestling  with  God. 
 
 X  529 
 
819.]  GREETING,  ETC, 
 
 3  Farewell,  faithful  soldiers,  you'll  soon  be  discharged, 
 The  war  will  be  ended,  your  treasures  enlarged  ; 
 "With  shouting  and  singing,  though  Jordan  may  roar, 
 We  '11  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  rest  on  the  shore. 
 
 4  Farewell,  ye  young  converts,  who  're  listed  for  war, 
 Sore  trials  await  you,  but  Jesus  is  near; 
 
 Although  you  must  travel  the  dark  wilderness, 
 Your  Captain  's  before  you,  he'll  lead  you  to  peace. 
 
 5  The  world,  and  the  devil,  and  hell,  all  unite, 
 And  bold  persecution  will  try  you  to  fright, 
 
 But  Jesus  stands  for  you,  who  is  stronger  than  they, 
 Let  this  animate  you  to  march  on  your  way. 
 
 6  Farewell,  seeking  mourners,  with  sad  broken  hearts, 
 Oh  hasten  to  Jesus,  and  choose  the  good  part; 
 
 He's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save, 
 His  arms  are  extended  your  souls  to  receive. 
 
 7  Farewell,  faithful  Christians,  farewell  all  around, 
 Perhaps  we  '11  not  meet  till  the  last  trump  shall  sound ; 
 To  meet  you  in  glory,  I  '11  give  you  my  hand, 
 
 Our  Saviour  to  praise  in  a  pure  social  band.  * 
 
 819. 
 
 L.  M.  Amenia. 
 
 Parting. 
 
 MY  dearest  friends  in  bonds  of  love, 
 Whose  hearts  the  sweetest  union  prove, 
 Your  friendship  's  like  the  strongest  band  ; 
 Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 
 Your  company  ?s  sweet,  your  union  dear, 
 Your  words  delightful  to  my  ear ; 
 And  when  I  see  that  we  must  part, 
 You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 
 
 2  How  sweet  the  hours  have  passed  away, 
 Since  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray ; 
 How  loath  we  are  to  leave  the  place, 
 Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face  ; 
 O  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
 How  would  it  cheer  my  fainting  mind ; 
 But  duty  makes  me  understand, 
 That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 
 530 
 
BENEVOLENCE   ASD    CHARITY.  [820. 
 
 3  How  oft  I've  seen  your  flowing  tears, 
 And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  and  fears, 
 Your  hearts  with  love  have  seemed  to  flame, 
 Which  makes  me  think  we'll  meet  again. 
 
 A  few  more  days,  or  years  at  most, 
 And  we  shall  reach  fair  Canaan's  coast! 
 When  in  that  holy,  happy  land 
 We'll  elasp  anew  th'  immortal  hand. 
 
 4  I  hope  you  will  remember  me, 
 If  you  no  more  my  face  should  see, 
 An  interest  in  your  prayers  I  crave, 
 That  we  may  meet  beyond  the  grave. 
 Oh  blessed  day!  oh  glorious  hope! 
 My  soul  leaps  forward  at  the  thought, 
 When  in  that  holy,  happy  land 
 
 We  "11  take  no  more  the  parting  hand.  * 
 
 Be>~evole>~ce  and  Charity. 
 
 1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.       Bellville. 
 Benevolence. 
 
 BLEST  is  the  man  who  loves  the  poor, 
 Hot  lets  the  suff'rer  plead  in  vain ; 
 Who  gives  as  God  has  blest  his  store, 
 And  deems  such  distribution  gain : 
 In  his  dark  night  of  woe  and  fear, 
 God  with  deliverance  will  be  near ! 
 
 2  When  languishing  upon  his  bed, 
 And  pain  and  grief  his  peace  devour, 
 
 Thy  hand,  0  Lord,  shall  lift  his  head, 
 
 And  bring  back  nature's  failing  power; 
 His  faded  bloom  thou  wilt  revive, 
 And  say,  "  0  child  of  mercy,  live  !  w 
 
 3  Forgive,  O  Lord,  my  selfish  heart, 
 Enlarge  my  charity  and  zeal ; 
 
 Thy  saving  power  and  grace  impart, 
 
 That  I  the  strength  of  love  may  feel  : 
 Then  to  my  soul  shall  peace  be  given, 
 And  I  shall  praise  thy  love  in  heaven !  * 
 
 531 
 
821,  822.]  BENEVOLENCE 
 
 8q-j  L.  M.  Eetreat. 
 
 /vX»  Sweet  Charity. 
 
 CiOME,  let  us  sound  her  praise  abroad, 
 /  Sweet  Charity — the  child  of  God  ! 
 Hers,  on  whose  kind  maternal  breast, 
 The  sheltered  babes  of  misery  rest ; 
 
 2  Who — when  she  sees  the  sufferer  bleed — 
 Heedless  of  name,  or  sect,  or  creed, 
 Comes  with  prompt  hand  and  look  benign 
 To  bathe  his  wounds  in  oil  and  wine ; 
 
 3  Who  in  her  robe  the  sinner  hides, 
 And  soothes  and  pities  while  she  chides ; 
 Who  lends  an  ear  to  every  cry, 
 And  asks  no  plea  but  miser}7. 
 
 4  Her  tender  mercies  freely  fall, 
 Like  heaven's  refreshing  dews,  on  all ; 
 Encircling  in  their  wide  embrace 
 Her  friends,  her  foes — the  human  race. 
 
 5  Nor  bounded  to  the  earth  alone, 
 Her  love  expands  to  worlds  unknown ; 
 Wherever  faith's  rapt  thought  has  soared, 
 Or  hope  her  upward  flight  explored !         Drummond. 
 
 8r\£\  C.  M.  Geneva. 
 
 hJhJ*       Remember  Christ's  Brethren. 
 
 JESUS,  my  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace, 
 Thy  bounties  how  complete  ! 
 How  shall  I  count  the  matchless  sum  ? 
 How  pay  the  mighty  debt  ? 
 
 2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 
 Dost  thou  exalted  shine  ; 
 
 What  can  my  poverty  bestow, 
 When  all  the  worlds  are  thine  ? 
 
 3  But  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 
 The  partners  of  thy  grace, 
 
 And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names 
 Before  thy  Father's  face. 
 532 
 
AND   CHARITY. 
 
 [823,  824. 
 
 4  In  them  thou  may'st  be  clothed  and  fed, 
 And  visited  and  cheered  ; 
 
 And  in  their  accents  of  distress 
 My  Saviour's  voice  is  heard. 
 
 5  Thy  face,  with  reverence  and  with  love, 
 I  in  the  poor  would  see  ; 
 
 Oh  rather  let  me  beg  my  bread 
 
 Than  hold  it  back  from  thee. 
 
 823. 
 
 C.  M. 
 
 Pity  for  the  Distressed. 
 
 FATHER  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace 
 All  powerful  from  above, 
 To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
 The  image  of  thy  love. 
 
 2  Oh  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 
 That  generous  pleasure  know, 
 
 Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
 And  weep  for  others'  woe. 
 
 3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief 
 In  low  distress  are  laid, 
 
 Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
 And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 
 
 4  So  Jesus  looked  on  dying  men, 
 "When  throned  above  the  skies ; 
 
 And  'midst  th'  embraces  of  thy  love, 
 He  felt  compassion  rise. 
 
 5  On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 
 To  raise  us  from  the  ground  ; 
 
 And  gave  the  richest  of  his  blood, 
 A  balm  for  every  wound. 
 
 C.  M. 
 
 The  Tribute  of  Gratitude. 
 
 BRIGHT  source  of  everlasting  love, 
 To  thee  our  souls  we  raise ; 
 And  to  thy  sovereign  bounty  rear 
 A  monument  of  praise. 
 
 533 
 
 Doddridge. 
 Heber. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 Coventry, 
 
825.]  BENEVOLENXE 
 
 2  Thy  mercy  gilds  the  path  of  life, 
 With  every  cheering  ray, 
 
 And  still  restrains  the  rising  tear, 
 Or  wipes  that  tear  away. 
 
 3  When,  sunk  in  guilt,  our  souls  aj^proached 
 The  borders  of  despair. 
 
 Thy  grace,  through  Jesus'  blood,  proclaimed 
 A  free  salvation  near. 
 
 4  What  shall  we  render,  bounteous  Lord, 
 For  all  the  grace  we  see  ? 
 
 Alas,  the  goodness  we  can  yield 
 Extendeth  not  to  thee. 
 
 5  To  tents  of  woe,  to  beds  of  pain, 
 We  cheerfully  repair ; 
 
 And,  with  the  gift  thy  hand  bestows, 
 Relieve  the  sufferer's  care. 
 
 6  The  widow's  heart  shall  sing  for  joy ; 
 The  orphan's  tear  be  dry ; 
 
 The  sinner  hear  the  call  of  love, 
 
 And  find  a  Saviour  nigh.  JBoden. 
 
 L.  M.  Roma. 
 
 Blessedness  of  the  Merciful. 
 
 BLEST  is  the  man,  whose  heart  doth  move, 
 And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor ; 
 Whose  soul,  by  sympathizing  love, 
 Feels  what  his  fellow  saints  endure. 
 
 2  His  heart  contrives,  for  their  relief, 
 More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do ; 
 
 He.  in  the  time  of  general  grief, 
 Shall  find  the  Lord  has  pity  t6o. 
 
 3  His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth, 
 With  secret  blessings  on  his  head, 
 
 When  drought,  and  pestilence,  and  dearth. 
 Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 
 534 
 
AND    CHARITY.  [826,  827. 
 
 4  Or,  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 
 God  will  pronounce  his  sins  forgiven; 
 
 Will  save  him  with  ft  healing  touch, 
 Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heaven. 
 
 C.  M.  Madax. 
 
 Charity. 
 
 0  CHARITY,  thou  heavenly  grace ! 
 All  tender,  soft,  and  kind ! 
 A  friend  to  all  the  human  race, 
 To  all  that  'a  good  inclined ! 
 
 2  The  man  of  charity  extends 
 To  all  his  liberal  hand  : 
 
 His  kindred,  neighbors,  foes  and  friends, 
 His  pity  may  command. 
 
 3  He  aids  the  poor  in  their  distress ; 
 He  hears  when  they  complain  ; 
 
 With  tender  heart  delights  to  bless, 
 And  lessen  all  their  pain. 
 
 4  The  sick,  the  pris'ner,  poor  and  blind, 
 And  all  the  sons  of  grief, 
 
 In  him  a  benefactor  find — 
 He  loves  to  give  relief. 
 
 5  'Tis  love  that  makes  religion  sweet; 
 'T  is  love  that  makes  us  rise, 
 
 With  willing  minds  and  ardent  feet, 
 
 To  yonder  happy  skies.  * 
 
 Q^-yry  C.  M.         Elizabethtowx. 
 
 O/W  I  •  Love  to  the  Saviour  and  his  Brethren. 
 
 SHE  loved  her  Saviour,  and  to  him 
 Her  costliest  present  brought ; 
 To  crown  his  head,  or  grace  his  name, 
 
 Xo  gift  too  rare  she  thought. 
 2  So  let  the  Saviour  be  adored, 
 
 And  not  the  poor  despised  ; 
 Give  to  the  hungry  from  vour  bread, 
 But  all,  give  all  to  Christ. 
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828,  829.]  BENEVOLENCE 
 
 3  Go,  clothe  the  naked,  lead  the  blind, 
 Give  to  the  weary  rest ; 
 
 For  sorrow's  children  comfort  find, 
 And  help  for  the  distressed  ; — 
 
 4  But  give  to  Christ  alone  thy  heart, 
 Thy  faith,  thy  love  supreme  ; 
 
 And  for  his  sake  thine  alms  impart, 
 
 And  so  give  all  to  Him.  Chr.  Mirror 
 
 8-28. 
 
 P.  M.  Cardiff 
 
 O^CO.  Generous  Pity. 
 
 BLESSED,  who  with  generous  pity  glows, 
 Who  learns  to  feel  another's  woes, 
 Bows  to  the  poor  man's  want  his  ear, 
 And  wipes  the  helpless  orphan's  tear : 
 In  every  want,  in  every  woe, 
 Himself,  thy  pity,  Lord,  shall  know. 
 2  Thy  love  his  life  shall  guard,  thy  hand 
 Give  to  his  lot  the  chosen  land ; 
 Isor  leave  him  in  the  dreadful  day, 
 To  unrelenting  foes  a  prey; 
 When  languid  with  disease  and  pain, 
 Thou,  Lord,  his  spirit  shalt  sustain.  .     Myriclc. 
 
 Qr)Q  L.  ML  Erfurth. 
 
 O  r^fJ  •  Keeping  Jems  in  View. 
 
 TEACH  us,  0  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
 Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue ; 
 Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
 Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 
 
 2  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
 Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives ; 
 Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thank, 
 Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank  ! 
 
 3  But  he  who  marks,  from  day  to  day, 
 In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
 Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod, 
 
 The  path  to  glory  and  to  God.  Gibbons. 
 
 536 
 
uro  charity.  [830,  831. 
 
 QOA  C  M*  XoEL' 
 
 O'Jv.  M  Who  is  my  Neighbor  fn 
 
 THY  neighbor?  Tis  he  whom  thou 
 Hasl  to  aid  and  bless  ; 
 
 ;hing  heart  or  burning  brow 
 Thy  _'  hands  may  press. 
 
 2  Thy  neighbor?  T is  the  minting  p 
 Whose  eye  with  want  is  dim ; 
 
 Whom  hunger  sends  from  door  to  door — 
 thou,  and  succor  him. 
 
 3  Thy  neighbor?  T  is  that  drunken  man 
 Whose  years  are  at  their  brim ; 
 
 Bent  low  with  poverty  and  pain — 
 Go  thou,  and  rescue  him. 
 
 4  Thy  neighbor?  'T  is  his  wife  bereft 
 Of  even-  earthly  gem — 
 
 His  wife,  and  children,  helpless  left — 
 Go  thou,  and  shelter  them.  . 
 
 5  Where'er  thou  meet'st  a  human  form, 
 :Xeath  misery  bent  down  ; 
 
 Eemernber,  'tis  thy  neighbor  worm — 
 
 Thy  brother,  or  thy  son.  .1    . 
 
 qq-j  C.  ML  Silo  am. 
 
 (j»jl,         Plea  of  destitute  Children. 
 
 FRIENDS  of  the  poor,  the  young,  the  weak ! 
 Regard  our  humble  strain, 
 
 :  your  hands  we  seek ; 
 all  children  plead  in  vain? 
 
 2  Were  you  not  children  once  ?  Renew 
 The  time  when  young  as  we  ; 
 
 Think  of  the  friends  that  nourished  you, 
 And  hearken  to  our  plea. 
 
 3  Are  there  not  feelings  from  above, 
 In  every  heart  that  reign  ? 
 
 The  pulse,  the  voice,  the  look  of  love; 
 Shall  nature  plead  in  vain  ? 
 X  2  537 
 
832,  833.]  BENEVOLENCE 
 
 4  Have  you  no  dear  ones  round  your  hearth 
 As  "weak  and  young  as  we  ? 
 
 Think,  if  like  ours  had  been  their  birth, 
 Could  you  resist  their  plea  ? 
 
 5  Have  you  not  known  a  Saviour's  grace 
 For  man's  redemption  slain  ? 
 
 Behold  the  Saviour  in  our  place, 
 Shall  Jesus  plead  in  vain  ? 
 
 6  Ko !  by  his  early  griefs  and  tears 
 "When  poor  and  young  as  we ; 
 
 By  all  his  woes  in  after  years, 
 
 Accept  our  Saviour's  plea.  Montgomery. 
 
 8£\£\  C.  M.  Woodstock. 
 
 ()<£.  Go  to  the  Pillow. 
 
 G\  0  to  the  pillow  of  disease, 
 \  Where  night  gives  no  repose ; 
 And  on  the  cheek  where  sickness  preys, 
 Bid  health  to  plant  the  rose. 
 
 2  Go  where  the  friendless  stranger  lies ; 
 To  perish  is  his  doom ; 
 
 Snatch  from  the  grave  his  closing  eyes, 
 And  bring  his  blessing  home. 
 
 3  Thus  what  our  Heavenly  Father  gave, 
 Shall  we  as  freely  give ; 
 
 Thus  copy  Him  who  lived  to  save, 
 
 And  died  that  we  might  live.  Lutheran  Coll. 
 
 C.  M.  Denfield. 
 
 Defend  the  Poor. 
 
 DEFEXD  the  poor  and  desolate, 
 And  rescue  from  the  hands 
 Of  wicked  men,  the  low  estate 
 Of  him  that  help  demands. 
 
 2  Eegard  the  weak  and  fatherless, 
 
 Dispatch  the  poor  man's  cause, 
 And  raise  the  man  in  deep  distress, 
 
 By  just  and  equal  laws. 
 
 538 
 
AND    CHARITY.  [834,  835. 
 
 3  Rise,  God  !  judge  thou  the  earth  in  might, 
 
 Th'  oppressed  hind  redress  ; 
 For  thou  art  He  who  shall  by  right 
 
 The  nations  all  possess.  Milton. 
 
 C.  M.  Herbert. 
 
 Think  gently. 
 
 834.  _ 
 
 I^HIXK  gently  of  the  erring  one  ; 
 .    Oh,  let  us  not  forget, 
 However  darkly  stained  by  sin, 
 He  is  our  brother  yet. 
 
 2  Heir  of  the  same  inheritance, 
 Child  of  the  self-same  God, 
 
 He  hath  but  stumbled  in  the  path 
 We  have  in  weakness  trod. 
 
 3  Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones  ! 
 We  yet  may  lead  them  back, 
 
 With  holy  words,  and  tones  of  love, 
 From  misery's  thorny  track. 
 
 4  Forget  not,  brother,  thou  hast  sinned, 
 And  sinful  yet  may'st  be  ; 
 
 Deal  gently  with  the  erring  heart, 
 
 As  God  hath  dealt  with  thee.  Miss  Fletcher. 
 
 Q  Q v  C'  ^  Coventry. 
 
 OOO.  Being  like  Jesus. 
 
 LORD,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 
 By  lane  and  cell  obscure, 
 And  let  our  treasures  still  be  spent, 
 Like  his,  upon  the  poor. 
 
 2  Like  him,  through  scenes  of  deep  distress, 
 Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 
 
 We,  in  their  gloomy  loneliness, 
 Would  seek  the  desolate. 
 
 3  For  thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side 
 In  this  wide  world  of  ill  ; 
 
 And  that  thy  followers  may  be  tried, 
 The  poor  are  with  us  still. 
 539 
 
836,  837.]  BENEVOLENCE 
 
 4  Small  are  the  offerings  we  can  make  ; 
 
 Yet  thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 
 If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 
 
 Thev  lose  not  their  reward.  CroswelL 
 
 8Cyr*  C.  M.  Tallis. 
 
 OU.  Blessed  are  the  Merciful 
 
 BLEST  is  the  man  whose  soft'ning  heart 
 Feels  all  another's  pain  ; 
 To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
 Is  never  raised  in  vain  ; — ■ 
 
 2  Whose  breast  expands  with  generous  warmth, 
 A  brother's  woes  to  feel, 
 
 And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
 He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 
 
 3  He  spreads  his  kind,  supporting  arms 
 To  every  child  of  grief : 
 
 His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
 And  brings  unasked  relief. 
 
 4  To  gentle  offices  of  love 
 His  feet  are  never  slow  ; 
 
 He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
 A  brother  in  a  foe. 
 
 5  Himself,  through  Christ,  hath  mercy  found — 
 Free  mercy  from  above  ; 
 
 That  mercy  moves  him  to  fulfill 
 
 The  perfect  law  of  love.  Barbauld. 
 
 8Q'^y  L.  P.  M.  Newcotjet. 
 
 0  I  •        Blessings  of  the  liberal  Man. 
 
 THAT  man  is  blest,  who  stands  in  awe 
 Of  God,  and  loves  his  sacred  law  ; 
 His  seed  on  earth  shall  be  renowned  ; 
 His  house  the  seat  of  wealth  shall  be, 
 An  unexhausted  treasury, 
 
 And  with  successive  honors  crowned. 
 540 
 
AND   CHARITY.  [838. 
 
 2  His  liberal  favors  he  extends : 
 To  some  he  gives,  to  other-  Jen- Is  ; 
 
 A  generous  pity  tills  his  mind : 
 Yet  what  his  charity  impair-, 
 He  saves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 
 
 And  thus  he's  just  to  all  mankind. 
 
 3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  bestowed, 
 His  glory's  future  harvest  sowed  : 
 
 The  sweet  remembrance  of  the  just 
 Like  a  green  root  revives,  and  bears 
 A  train  of  blessings  for  his  heirs, 
 
 YThen  dying  nature  sleeps  in  dust. 
 
 4  Beset  with  threat  ning  dangers  round, 
 Unmoved  shall  he  maintain  his  ground, 
 
 His  conscience  holds  his  courage  up  : 
 The  soul,  that  's  filled  with  virtue's  light, 
 Shines  brightest  in  affliction's  night, 
 
 And  see^  in  darkness  beams  of  hope.  * 
 
 8QQ  L.   M.  T\  ELLS. 
 
 °JO»         Blessings  of  the  Charitable. 
 
 THRICE  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 
 Loves  his  commands,  and  trusts  his  word  ; 
 Honor  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
 And  blessings  to  his  seed  descend. 
 
 2  Compassion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
 To  works  of  mercy  still  inclined ; 
 He  lends  the  poor  some  present  aid, 
 Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 
 
 3  His  soul,  well-fixed  upon  the  Lord, 
 Draws  heavenly  courage  from  his  word  ; 
 Amid  the  darkness,  light  shall  rise, 
 
 To  cheer  his  heart,  and  bless  Ins  eyes. 
 
 4  He  hath  dispersed  his  alms  abroad  ; 
 His  works  are  still  before  his  God ; 
 His  name  on  earth  shall  long  remain, 
 
 Xor  shall  his  hope  of  heaven  be  vain.  Watts. 
 
 541 
 
839,  840.]      BENEVOLENCE  AND  CHARITY. 
 
 Q9Q  C.  M.  Downs. 
 
 00  J.  Liberality  rewarded. 
 
 HAPPY  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord, 
 And  follows  his  commands  ; 
 Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
 Or  gives  with  liberal  hands. 
 
 2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breast, 
 To  all  the  sons  of  need  ; 
 
 So  God  shall  answer  his  request, 
 With  blessings  on  his  seed. 
 
 3  In  times  of  danger  and  distress, 
 Some  beams  of  light  shall  shine, 
 
 To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
 And  give  him  peace  divine. 
 
 4  His  works  of  piety  and  love 
 Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
 
 Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
 
 Shall  be  his  sure  reward.  Watts. 
 
 Q^v.  Anniversary  of  an  Orphan  Asylum. 
 
 A  GAIN  the  kind  revolving  year 
 XJL  Has  brought  this  happy  day  ; 
 And  we  in  God's  blest  house  appear, 
 Again  our  vows  to  pay. 
 
 2  Our  watchful  guardians,  robed  in  light, 
 Adore  the  heavenly  King  ; 
 
 Ten  thousand  thousand  seraphs  bright 
 Incessant  praises  sing. 
 
 3  They  know  no  want,  they  feel  no  care, 
 ISTor  ever  sigh  as  we  ; 
 
 Sorrow  and  sin  are  strangers  there, 
 And  all  is  harmony. 
 
 4  If  aught  can  there  enhance  their  bliss, 
 Or  raise  their  raptures  higher, 
 
 ISew  joys  in  heaven  at  sights  like  this, 
 New  anthems  fill  the  choir. 
 542 
 
rejoicing  in  hope.         [841,  842. 
 
 5  With  what  resembling  care  and  love 
 Both  worlds  for  us  appear ; 
 
 Our  friendly  guardians  those  above, — 
 Our  benefactors  here.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 841. 
 
 S.  M.  Dover. 
 
 Charity,  or  Love. 
 
 HAD  I  the  gift  of  tongues, 
 Great  God.  without  thy  grace, 
 3Iy  loudest  words,  my  loftiest  songs, 
 Would  be  but  sounding  brass. 
 
 2  Though  thou  shouldst  give  me  skill, 
 Each  myst'ry  to  explain  ; 
 
 Without  a  heart  to  do  thy  will, 
 My  knowledge  would  be  vain. 
 
 3  Had  I  such  faith  in  God, 
 
 As  mountains  to  remove, 
 No  faith  could  work  effectual  good, 
 That  did  not  work  by  love. 
 
 4  Grant,  then,  this  one  request, — 
 Whatever  be  denied, — 
 
 That  love  divine  may  rule  my  breast. 
 
 And  all  my  actions  guide.  Stenneti. 
 
 CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 
 
 Rejoicing  in  Hope. 
 
 q  ,  ~  1st  P.  M.     Gold.  Cens.,  p.  83. 
 
 U-i^.  The  solid  Rock. 
 
 MY  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less, 
 Thau  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness ; 
 I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
 But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name. 
 On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand; 
 All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 
 543 
 
843.]  REJOICING   IX   nOPE. 
 
 2  When  darkness  seems  to  vail  his  face, 
 
 1  rest  on  his  unchanging  grace ; 
 In  every  high  and  stormy  gale, 
 My  anchor  holds  within  the  vail : 
 On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand ; 
 All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 
 
 3  His  oath,  his  covenant,  and  blood, 
 Support  me  in  the  whelming  flood : 
 When  all  around  my  soul  gives  way, 
 He  then  is  all  my  hope  and  stay : 
 On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand ; 
 
 All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand.  * 
 
 8i  q  S.  M.  Lisbon. 
 
 tfcO.      God  shall  wipe  away  all  Tears. 
 
 OH  what  a  mighty  change 
 Shall  Jesus'  sufferers  know, 
 While  o'er  the  happy  plains  they  range, 
 
 Incapable  of  woe ! 
 No  ill-requited  love 
 
 Shall  there  our  spirits  wound : 
 No  base  ingratitude  above, — 
 No  sin  in  heaven  is  found. 
 
 2  There  all  our  griefs  are  spent : 
 There  all  our  sorrows  end : 
 
 We  can  not  there  the  fall  lament 
 
 Of  a  departed  friend ; 
 A  brother  dead  to  God, 
 
 By  sin,  alas !  undone  : 
 No  father  there,  in  passion  loud, 
 
 Cries, — Oh,  my  son !  my  son ! 
 
 3  No  slightest  touch  of  pain, 
 No  sorrow's  least  alloy, 
 
 Can  violate  our  rest,  or  stain 
 
 Our  purity  of  joy: 
 In  that  eternal  day 
 
 No  clouds  or  tempests  rise ; 
 There  gushing  tears  are  wiped  away 
 
 Forever  from  our  eves.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 5U 
 
rejoicing  nn  norE.         [844,  845. 
 
 q  |   ,  4th  P.  H  8s  A  6b.  Glory. 
 
 04:4.  The  Christian's  Hope. 
 
 MY  hope  hath  found  a  resting-place, 
 In  Jesus'  blood,  in  God's  free  grace, 
 My  only  hope  of  heaven : 
 The  right  to  enter  safe  therein, 
 My  God,  who  pardons  all  my  sin, 
 To  me  hath  freely  given. 
 
 2  Lord,  whoso  hath  this  gift  divine, 
 His  portion  hath  with  thee  and  thine, 
 
 A  gift  surpassing:  thought ; 
 And  in  his  heart,  by  faith  made  pure, 
 Are  love,  and  peace,  and  pardon  sure, 
 
 By  thy  good  Spirit  wrought. 
 
 3  Thy  word,  the  word  of  saving  grace, 
 When  we  by  hearty  faith  embrace, 
 
 Divinely  works  our  peace : 
 It  comforts  in  affliction's  hour ; 
 In  times  of  peril  gives  us  power, 
 
 And  sweetens  all  our  bliss. 
 
 4  Preserve  in  me,  0  gracious  Lord, 
 Full  faith  in  all  thy  holy  word, 
 
 According  to  thy  will ; 
 Oh,  be  thy  truth  my  light,  my  stay, 
 And  sanctifv  me  day  by  day, 
 
 And  with  thy  comforts  fill.  W.  H. 
 
 8  4  **>  L.  M.r    Tallis  Ev.  Hymn, 
 
 ~x{_/#  The  Saviour  my  AIL 
 
 MY  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou, 
 To  thee,  lo !  now  my  soul  I  bow ; 
 I  feel  the  bliss  thy  wounds  impart, 
 
 1  find  thee,  Saviour-,  in  my  heart. 
 
 2  Be  thou  my  strength,  be  thou  my  way, 
 Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day ; 
 In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide, 
 
 And  keep  me,  Saviour,  near  thy  side. 
 545 
 
846,  847.]  rejoicing  i>~  hope. 
 
 3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me ; 
 As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be : 
 And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart, 
 Then  clasp  me,  Saviour,  to  thy  heart. 
 
 4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour, 
 Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  power ; 
 Tear  every  idol  from  thy  throne, 
 And  reign,  my  Saviour,  reign  alone. 
 
 5  My  guff 'ring  time  shall  soon  be  o'er, 
 Then  shall  I  sigh  and  weep  no  more ; 
 My  ransomed  soul  shall  soar  away, 
 
 To  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day.  Anon. 
 
 q  i  p  C.  M.  Harwood. 
 
 O-xD.       The  Hope,  the  Star,  the  Voice. 
 
 THERE  is  a  hope,  a  blessed  hope, 
 More  precious  and  more  bright 
 Than  all  the  joyless  mockery 
 The  world  esteems  delight. 
 
 2  There  is  a  star,  a  lovely  star, 
 That  lights  the  darkest  gloom, 
 
 And  sheds  a  peaceful  radiance  o'er 
 The  prospects  of  the  tomb. 
 
 3  There  is  a  voice,  a  cheering  voice, 
 That  lifts  the  soul  above, 
 
 Dispels  the  painful,  anxious  doubt, 
 And  whispers,  "God  is  love." 
 
 4  That  voice  aloud  from  Calvary's  height, 
 Proclaims  the  soul  forgiven; 
 
 That  star  is  revelation's  light ; 
 
 That  hope,  the  hope  of  heaven.        H.  H.  Hanley. 
 
 q  |  ry  C.  M.     Arcadia,  P.  C.  246. 
 
 0~t  1  •       The  Lord  my  Hope  and  Trud. 
 
 FIRM  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands, 
 My  Lord,  my  Hope,  my  Trust; 
 If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
 My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 
 546 
 
REJOICING  IN  HOPE.  [848. 
 
 2  His  honor  is  engaged  to  save 
 The  weakest  of  his  sheep ; 
 
 All  whom  his  heavenly  Father  gave, 
 His  hands  securely  keep ; 
 
 3  Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove 
 His  favorites  from  his  breast : 
 
 In  the  dear  bosom  of  his  love 
 They  must  forever  rest. 
 
 848. 
 
 1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.  Forsyth. 
 
 The  Soul1  s  Anchor. 
 
 \TOW  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein 
 11    Sure  my  soul's  anchor  may  remain ; 
 The  wounds  of  Jesus  for  my  sin, 
 
 Before  the  world's  foundation  slain ; 
 Whose  mercy  shall  unshaken  stay, 
 When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled  away. 
 
 2  Father,  thine  everlasting  gra^e 
 Our  scanty  thought  surpasses  far : 
 
 Thy  heart  still  melts  with  tenderness ; 
 
 Thine  arms  of  love  still  open  are, 
 Returning  sinners  to  receive, 
 That  mercy  they  may  taste,  and  live. 
 
 3  0  love,  thou  bottomless  abyss ! 
 My  sins  are  swallowed  up  in  thee ; 
 
 Covered  is  my  unrighteousness, 
 
 Nor  spot  of  guilt  remains  on  me : 
 While  Jesus'  blood,  through  earth  and  skies, 
 Mercy,  free,  boundless  mercy,  cries. 
 
 4  By  faith  I  plunge  me  in  this  sea ; 
 Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest; 
 
 Hither,  when  hell  assails,  I  flee ; 
 
 I  look  into  my  Saviour's  breast : 
 Away,  sad  doubt  and  anxious  fear ! 
 Mercy  is  all  that 's  written  there.  J.  Wesley. 
 
 547 
 
849,  850.]  REJOICING   IN  HOPE. 
 
 0  4  A      P-  M-  4  lines  lis.    Portuguese  Hymx. 
 O^r  fj •  The  firm  Foun elation. 
 
 HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
 Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ; 
 What  more  can  he  sa3T,  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
 Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 
 
 2  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  oh  be  not  dismayed ! 
 For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid; 
 
 1  '11  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand, 
 Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 
 
 3  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
 The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow; 
 
 For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  trials  to  bless, 
 And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 
 
 4  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
 My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply ; 
 
 The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee;  I  only  design 
 Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 
 
 5  Even  down  to  old  age  all  my  people  shall  prove 
 My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 
 
 And  then,  when  gray  hajrs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
 Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 
 
 6  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose, 
 I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes ; 
 
 That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
 
 I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake!  Kennedy. 
 
 8jw/^  C.    M.  KlRKLAKD. 
 
 0\J •  Sacred  Hope. 
 
 HAIL,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 
 Our  glowing  hearts  in  one : 
 Hail !  sacred  hope,  that  tunes  our  minds, 
 To  joys  before  unknown. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 
 
 Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given : 
 The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 
 
 AVe  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 
 548 
 
REJOICING  IN  HOPE.  [851. 
 
 2  What  though  the  northern  winter-blast, 
 May  howl  around  my  cot; 
 
 What  though  beneath  a  southern  sun 
 Be  cast  thy  distant  lot. 
 
 3  From  Burmah's  shore,  from  Afric's  strand, 
 From  India's  burning  plain ; 
 
 From  Europe  and  Columbia's  land, 
 We  hope  to  meet  again. 
 
 4  Xor  lingering  look,  nor  parting  sigh, 
 Our  future  home  shall  know ; 
 
 There  love  shall  beam  from  every  eye, 
 
 And  hope  immortal  grow.  * 
 
 oy1  P.  MT.       Sac.  Mel.,  p.  377. 
 
 OOl.  The  Sun-bright  Clime. 
 
 HAVE  you  heard,  have  you  heard  of  that  sun-lit 
 Undimmed  by  sorrow,  unhurt  by  time,        [clime 
 Where  age  hath  no  power  o'er  the  fadeless  frame — 
 Where  the  eye  is  fire,  and  the  heart  is  flame — 
 Have  you  heard  of  that  sun-bright  clime  ? 
 
 2  A  river  of  water  gushes  there, 
 Mid  flowers  of  beauty  strangely  fair, 
 And  a  thousand  wings  are  hovering  o'er, 
 The  dazzling  wave  and  the  golden  shore, 
 
 That  are  seen  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 
 
 3  Millions  of  forms,  all  clothed  in  bright, 
 In  garments  of  beauty,  clear  and  white — 
 They  dwell  in  their  own  immortal  bowers, 
 Mid  fadeless  hues  of  countless  flowers, 
 
 That  bloom  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 
 
 4  Ear  hath  not  heard,  and  eye  hath  not  seen, 
 Their  swelling  songs,  and  their  changeless  sheen, 
 Their  ensigns  are  waving  and  banners  unfurl, 
 O'er  Jasper  walls  and  gates  of  pearl, 
 
 That  are  fixed  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 
 549 
 
852.]  PwEJOICIXG   IN   HOPE. 
 
 5  But  far,  far  away  is  that  sinless  clime, 
 Undimmed  by  sorrow,  unhurt  by  time  ; 
 Where  amid  all  things  that's  fair  is  given, 
 The  home  of  the  just — and  its  name  is  heaven, 
 The  name  of  that  sun-bright  clime. 
 
 Rev.  W.  F.  Farrington. 
 
 q^q  P.  M.  6s  &  7s.     Sac.  Mel.,  111. 
 
 OO/J.  By  and  by. 
 
 OUR  bondage  here  shall  end, 
 By  and  by — by  and  by  :  : 
 Our  griefs  shall  vanish  then, 
 With  our  threescore  years  and  ten, 
 And  bright  glory  crown  the  day 
 By  and  by — by  and  by.  :  : 
 
 2  When  our  Deliverer  comes, 
 By  and  by — by  and  by, 
 
 From  Egypt's  yoke  set  free, 
 We  will  hail  the  jubilee, 
 And  to  Canaan  all  return 
 By  and  by — by  and  by. 
 
 3  Though  strong  our  foes  appear, 
 "We  '11  go  on — we  '11  go  on  ; 
 
 Our  hearts  shall  know  no  fear, 
 For  Israel's  God  is  near : — 
 While  the  fiery  pillar  moves, 
 We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on. 
 
 4  By  Marah's  bitter  streams 
 We  '11  go  on — we  '11  go  on ; 
 
 Though  Baca's  vale  be  dry, 
 The  Rock  shall  yield  supply ; — 
 To  a  land  of  corn  and  wine 
 We  '11  go  on — we  '11  go  on. 
 
 5  And  when  to  Jordan's  flood 
 We  are  come — we  are  come ; 
 
 Jehovah  rules  the  tide, 
 And  the  waters  will  divide, 
 While  the  ransomed  host  shall  shout, 
 "  We  are  come — we  are  come." 
 550 
 
REJOICING   IX  CHRIST,   ETC.  [853. 
 
 6  There  friends  shall  meet  again, 
 Who  have  loved — who  have  loved  ; 
 
 Our  embraces  shall  be  sweet, 
 When  we  each  other  greet, 
 At  our  great  Redeemer's  feet, 
 
 Who  have  loved — who  have  loved. 
 
 7  There,  with  the  happy  throng, 
 We  '11  rejoice — we  '11  rejoice  ; 
 
 Shouting  "glory  to  our  King" 
 Till  the  dome  of  heaven  shall  ring, 
 And  through  all  eternity 
 
 We  '11  rejoice — we  '11  rejoice.  * 
 
 Rejoicing  tit  Christ,  etc. 
 
 P.  M.        Chil.  Hos.,p.  44. 
 Sing  of  a  Saviours  Love. 
 
 OH!  come  happy  children,  unite  in  our  song, 
 Sing  of  a  Saviour's  love  ;  • 
 
 With  hearts  full  of  gladness  his  praises  prolong, 
 He  is  the  friend  we  love. 
 Chorus : 
 Then  join  in  hosannas  to  Jesus-  our  King, 
 
 Loud  let  the  chorus  exultingly  ring, 
 Sing  of  his  love,  sing  of  his  love, 
 
 Jesus  our  King, 
 Loud  let  the  chorus  exultingly  ring, 
 Sing  of  his  love,  sing  of  his  love. 
 
 2  We  will  sing  of  his  mercy  who  for  us  hath  died, 
 
 Sing  of  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
 Rejoicingly  sing  of  our  Lord  crucified, 
 He  is  the  friend  we  love. 
 
 3  We  praise  him  for  coming  our  souls  to  redeem, 
 
 Sing  of  his  wondrous  love, 
 Till  earth's  happy  millions  shall  join  in  our  theme, 
 Praising  the  friend  we  love. 
 
 4  Oh  !  do  you  not  hear  him  now  bidding  you  come, 
 
 Come  to  his  arms  of  love ; 
 Then  why  will  you  tarry  for  yet  there  is  room  ? 
 Room  in  his  arms  of  love. 
 551 
 
854,  8od.~]  REJOICING  IN  CHRIST, 
 
 5  Oh!  come,  then,  and  join  in  the  song  that  we  sing, 
 
 Singing  of  him  we  love  ; 
 Join  all  your  glad  voices  in  praise  to  our  Kong, 
 Praises  to  him  we  love. 
 
 6  Then  dory  to  Jesus  shall  still  be  our  song, 
 
 Glory  to  him  we  love  ; 
 For  glory  and  praises  unto  him  belong, 
 
 Praises  to  him  we  love.  * 
 
 8w  i  L.  M.  Duane  Street. 
 
 fjdrjt  Redeeming  Love, 
 
 OF  him  who  did  salvation  bring, 
 I  could  forever  think  and  sing ; 
 Arise,  ye  needy,  he  '11  relieve ; 
 Arise,  ye  guilty,  he  '11  forgive. 
 
 2  Ask  but  his  grace,  and  lo,  't  is  given! 
 Ask,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven ; 
 Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
 Jesus,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 
 
 3  To  shame  our  sins,  he  blushed  in  blood ; 
 He  closed  his  eyes  to  show  us  God  ; 
 
 Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know, 
 That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 
 
 4  T  is  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 
 
 I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan  ! 
 Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
 I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 
 
 5  Insatiate  to  this  spring  I  fly  ; 
 I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry ; 
 
 Ah!  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof? 
 
 Ah !  who  that  loves  can  love  enough,         C.  Wesley. 
 
 8^>  ^  C.  St  -STORTHFIELD. 
 
 00*      Singing  the  Redeemers  Praise. 
 
 OH  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
 My  great  Redeemer's  praise  ! 
 The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
 The  triumphs  of  his  grace ! 
 552 
 
COMMUNION  WITH  GOD.  [856. 
 
 2  My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 
 Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
 
 To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
 The  honors  of  thy  name. 
 
 3  Jesus  ! — the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 
 That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
 
 'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
 T  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 
 
 4  He  breaks  the  power  of  canceled  sin, 
 He  sets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
 
 His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
 His  blood  availed  for  me. 
 
 5  He  speaks — and,  list'ning  to  his  voice, 
 New  life  the  dead  receive ; 
 
 The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice  ; 
 The  humble  poor  believe. 
 
 6  Hear  him,  ye  deaf;  his  praise,  ye  dumb, 
 Your  loosened  tongues  employ  ; 
 
 Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come 
 
 And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 q  w  /^  L.  M.      Loving-Kindness. 
 
 O^JO.  JBRs  Loving-Kindness. 
 
 AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
 And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
 He,  justly,  claims  a  song  from  me — 
 His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  free  ! 
 
 2  He  saw  me  ruined  by  the  foil, 
 Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 
 He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate — 
 His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  great ! 
 
 3  Through  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
 Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
 He  safely  leads  my  soul  along — 
 
 His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  strong ! 
 Y  553 
 
857.]  eejoicixg  m  CHRIST, 
 
 4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
 Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
 He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood — 
 His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  good  ! 
 
 5  Although  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
 Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 
 And  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
 His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 
 
 6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
 Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
 Oh  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
 
 His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death.  Medley. 
 
 q  jwry  9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.  Autumn. 
 
 kjO  I  •        Rejoicing  in  Christ's  Merit. 
 
 SAVIOUR,  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 
 Sprinkled  with  redeeming  blood  ; 
 And  my  troubled,  weary  spirit, 
 Now  finds  rest  in  thee,  my  God. 
 
 2  I  am  safe,  and  I  am  happy, 
 While  in  thy  dear  arms  I  lie ; 
 
 Sin  or  Satan  can  not  harm  me, 
 While  my  Saviour  is  so  nigh. 
 
 3  Now  I'll  sing  of  Jesus'  merit, 
 Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name ; 
 
 That  if  any  want  his  Spirit, 
 He  is  still  the  very  same. 
 
 4  He  that  asketh  soon  receiveth ; 
 He  that  seeks  is  sure  to  find ; 
 
 Who  of  comfort  is  bereaved, 
 Jesus  never  casts  behind. 
 
 5  Now  our  Advocate  is  pleading, 
 With  his  Father  and  our  God : 
 
 Now  for  us  he's  interceding, 
 As  the  purchase  of  his  blood. 
 554 
 
COMMUNION   WITH   GOD.  [858,  839. 
 
 6  Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praying:, 
 
 "Father,  spare  them,  I  have  died:* 
 And  the  Father  answers,  saying, 
 
 ' k  They  are  freely  justified."  * 
 
 L.  M.  Sessions. 
 
 Salvation  in  none  other  than  Jesus. 
 
 IX  vain  would  boasting  reason  find 
 The  path  to  happiness  and  God ; 
 Her  weak  directions  leave  the  mind 
 Bewildered  in  a  doubtful  road. 
 
 2  Jesus,  thy  words  alone  impart 
 Eternal  life  ;  on  these  I  live  ; 
 
 Diviner  comforts  cheer  my  heart 
 Than  all  the  powers  of  nature  give. 
 
 3  Here  let  my  constant  feet  abide  ; 
 Thou  art  the  true,  the  living  way : 
 
 Let  thy  good  Spirit  be  my  guide 
 
 To  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day. 
 
 4  The  various  forms  that  men  devise, 
 
 To  shake  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art, 
 I  scorn  as  vanity  and  lies, 
 
 And  bind  thy  gospel  to  my  heart.  * 
 
 8**>r\  S.  M.  Cranbeook. 
 
 OJ.  God  is  All  in  AIL 
 
 MY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
 To  thee,  to  thee  I* call: 
 
 1  can  not  live  if  thou  remove, 
 For  thou  art  all  in  all. 
 
 2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
 This  dungeon  where  I  dwell : 
 
 JTis  paradise  when  thou  art  here, 
 If  thou  depart 't  is  hell. 
 
 3  The  smilings  of  thy  face, 
 How  amiable  they  are ! 
 
 'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 
 And  nowhere  else  but  there. 
 
 Odd 
 
860.]  REJOICING   IX   CHRIST, 
 
 4  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
 The  angels  owe  their  bliss ; 
 
 They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
 And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 
 
 5  Not  all  the  harps  above, 
 Can  make  a  heavenly  place 
 
 If  God  his  residence  remove, 
 Or  but  conceal  his  face. 
 
 6  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 
 Where  all  my  pleasures  roll : 
 
 The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
 
 And  center  of  my  soul.  Watts, 
 
 £/v  P.  M.        Kile,  P.  C,  168. 
 
 UV.  Abiding  Best 
 
 I  NOW  have  found  abiding  rest, 
 For  which  I  long  was  sighing ; 
 Now  on  my  Saviour's  faithful  breast 
 
 My  weary  head  is  lying ; 
 This  is  the  place  where  sin  no  more, 
 And  death  and  hell,  alarm  me : 
 
 1  now  am  safe,  by  Jesus'  power, 
 From  all  that  else  would  harm  me. 
 
 2  He  whispers  me,  "I'm  wholly  thine, 
 And  thou  art  mine  forever ; 
 
 Henceforth  all  fear  and  doubt  resign, 
 
 Confiding  in  my  favor ! 
 Thy  every  want  shall  find  supply 
 
 From  my  exhaustless  treasures ; 
 I'll  fill  thy  spirit  with  my  joy, 
 
 The  pledge  of  endless  pleasures." 
 
 8  From  Jesus  and  his  love,  who  now, 
 
 By  terrors  to  divide  me, 
 My  great  and  many  sins  would  show! 
 
 His  wounds  from  vengeance  hide  me. 
 My  sins  are  great — I'll  not  despair, 
 
 Though  conscience,  too,  arraign   me, 
 Nor  doubt  my  Saviour's  watchful  care — 
 
 His  arm  of  love  sustains  me. 
 556 
 
COMMUNION   WITH   GOD.  [861. 
 
 4  I  thank  thee,  God's  beloved  Son, 
 
 Thy  boundless  grace  adoring, 
 Which  brought  thee  from  thy  glorious  throne, 
 
 Our  peace  with  God  restoring. 
 Oh  make  my  heart  a  shrine,  where  peace 
 
 Shall  keep  her  constant  dwelling ; 
 Where  grateful  praise  shall  never  cease 
 
 Abroad  thy  glories  telling !  * 
 
 861. 
 
 C.  M.  Alida. 
 
 A  blessed  Hope. 
 
 HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
 Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven ! 
 This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 
 I  seek  my  place  in  heaven. 
 
 2  A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 
 Yet  oh !  by  faith  I  see, 
 
 The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 
 The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 
 
 3  Oh  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours  ! 
 While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
 
 We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 
 And  antedate  that  day. 
 
 4  We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 
 Our  life  in  Christ  concealed, 
 
 And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 
 Our  earthen  vessels  filled. 
 
 5  Oh  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow ! 
 And  when  the  vessels  break, 
 
 Let  our  triumphant  spirits  go, 
 To  see  the  God  we  seek ; 
 
 6  In  rapt'rous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 
 Who  bought  the  sight  for  me, 
 
 And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 
 
 To  all  eternity.  C.  Wesley* 
 
 557 
 
862,  863.]       rejoicing  in  Christ, 
 
 9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.     Sigourney,  P.  C. 
 
 862. 
 
 A  Miracle  of  Grace. 
 
 HAIL,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus ! 
 Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing ; 
 To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious ; 
 
 Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 
 Oh,  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven  ! 
 
 Oh,  what  joy  and  happiness! 
 Love  I  much,  I  've  much  forgiven — 
 I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace ! 
 
 2  Once,  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 
 Unconcerned  in  sin  I  lay ; 
 
 Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 
 Till  my  Saviour  passed  that  way. 
 
 Witness,  all  ye  host  of  heaven, 
 My  Redeemer's  tenderness ; 
 
 Love  I  much,  I  've  much  forgiven — 
 I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace  ! 
 
 3  Shout,  ye  bright,  angelic  choir, 
 Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above, 
 
 "Whilst,  astonished,  I  admire 
 
 God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 
 That  blest  moment  I  received  him 
 
 Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace ; 
 Love  I  much,  I  've  much  forgiven — 
 
 I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 
 
 63. 
 
 10th  P.  M.  8  lines  8s.  Hunter. 
 
 Self-  Consecration. 
 
 0  JESUS,  delight  of  my  soul, 
 My  Saviour,  my  Shepherd  divine, 
 I  yield  to  thy  blessed  control ; 
 
 My  body  and  spirit  are  thine  : 
 Thy  love  I  can  never  deserve, 
 
 That  bids  me  be  happy  in  thee ; 
 My  God  and  my  King  I  will  serve, 
 Whose  favor  is  heaven  to  me. 
 558 
 
COMMUNION  WITH  GOD.         [864,   865. 
 
 2  How  can  I  thy  goodness  repay, 
 
 By  nature  so  weak  and  det: 
 Myself  I  have  given  away  ; 
 
 Oh  call  me  thine  own  blessed  child ; 
 And  art  thou  my  Father  above? 
 
 Will  Jesus  abide  in  my  heart  ? 
 Oh  bind  me  so  fast  with  thy  love, 
 
 That  I  ne'er  from  thee  shall  depart 
 
 0/~*  i  B,  &L  Ardor. 
 
 OOi.   The  loving  Kindness  of  the  Lord. 
 
 OH  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ; 
 His  grace  to  thee  proclaim  ; 
 And  all  that  is  within  me,  join 
 To  bless  his  holy  name. 
 
 2  The  Lord  forgives  thy  sins, — 
 Prolongs  thy  feeble  breath  ; 
 
 He  healeth  thine  infirmities. 
 
 And  ransoms  thee  from  death. 
 
 3  He  clothes  thee  with  his  love, — 
 Upholds  thee  with  his  truth  ; 
 
 And  like  the  eagle  lie  renews 
 The  vigor  of  thy  youth. 
 
 4  Then  bless  his  holy  Name, 
 Whose  grace  hath  made  thee  whole ; 
 
 Whose  loving-kindness  crowns  thy  days : 
 
 Oh  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul.  Montgomery. 
 
 8 
 
 r*  w  C.  IfL  Meldor. 
 
 \)0*  True  Springs  of  J 
 
 JOY  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 
 In  nature's  barren  soil ; 
 All  we  can  boast,  till  Christ  we  know, 
 Is  vanity  and  toil. 
 
 2  But  where  the  Lord  has  planted  grace, 
 And  made  his  glories  known : 
 
 There  fruits  of  heavenly  joy  and  peace 
 Are  found — and  there  alone. 
 559 
 
866,  867.]        rejoicing  in  cmiiST, 
 
 3  A  bleeding  Saviour  seen  by  faith, 
 A  sense  of  pard'ning  love, — 
 
 A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
 Gives  joys  like  those  above. 
 
 4  To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  vail, 
 To  know  that  God  is  mine — 
 
 Are  springs  of  joy  that  never  fail, 
 Unspeakable,  divine ! 
 
 5  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy, 
 And  sanctify  the  mind ; 
 
 Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high, 
 And  leave  the  world  behind. 
 
 866. 
 
 L.  M. 
 
 Joy,  gentle  and  pure. 
 
 SOFT  be  the  gently  breathing  notes, 
 That  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love  ; 
 Soft  as  the  evening  zephyr  floats, 
 Soft  as  the  tuneful  lyres  above  : 
 
 2  Soft  as  the  morning  dews  descend, 
 While  the  sweet  lark  exulting  soars, 
 
 So  soft  to  your  Almighty  Friend, 
 Be  every  sigh  your  bosom  pours. 
 
 3  Pure  as  the  sun's  enlivening  ray, 
 That  scatters  life  and  joy  abroad ; 
 
 Pure  as  the  lucid  car  of  day, 
 
 That  wide  proclaims  its  Maker,  God. 
 
 4  True  as  the  magnet  to  the  pole, 
 So  true  let  your  contrition  be — • 
 
 So  true  let  all  your  sorrows  roll 
 To  him,  who  bled  upon  the  tree. 
 
 Newton. 
 Zephyr. 
 
 Collier. 
 
 867. 
 
 P.  M.  lis  &  8s.     Wes.  Psalmist. 
 
 Praising  the  Beloved. 
 
 OTHOIT,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight, 
 On  whom  in  affliction  I  call : 
 My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
 My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 
 560 
 
COMMUNION  WITH  GOD.  [867. 
 
 2  WTiere  dost  thou  at  noon-tide  resort  with  thy  sheep, 
 To  feed  on  thy  pastures  of  love  ? 
 
 Say,  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
 Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 
 
 3  Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare  have  you  seen 
 The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
 
 Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been, 
 And  where  with  his  flock  he  is  gone  ? 
 
 4  This  is  my  Beloved,  his  form  is  divine, 
 His  vestments  shed  odors  around  ; 
 
 The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 
 When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crowned, 
 
 5  The  roses  of  Sharon,  the  lilies  that  grow 
 In  the  vales,  on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 
 
 On  his  cheek  in  the  beauty  of  excellence  blow, 
 And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 
 
 6  His  voice,  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 
 Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death ; 
 
 The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
 The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 
 
 7  His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 
 That  waters  the  garden  of  grace, 
 
 From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall  know, 
 And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  Ins  face. 
 
 8  Love  sits  in  his  eye-lids,  and  scatters  delight 
 Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high  : 
 
 Their  faces  the  cherubim  vail  in  his  sight, 
 And  tremble  with  fullness  of  joy. 
 
 9  He  looks,  and  ten  thousand  of  angels  rejoice, 
 And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ; 
 
 He  speaks,  and  eternity  filled  with  Ins  voice, 
 
 Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord.  Swain. 
 
 .     Y2  561 
 
868,  869.]        rejoicing  in  christ, 
 
 868. 
 
 P.  M.  8s,  7s  &  4s.      McCutchen. 
 Look  to  Jesus. 
 
 OMY  soul,  what  means  this  sadness  ? 
 Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down  ? 
 Let  thy  griefs  be  turned  to  gladness  ; 
 Bid  thy  restless  fears  be  gone : 
 
 Look  to  Jesus, 
 And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name. 
 
 2  What,  though  Satan's  strong  temptations 
 Vex  and  tease  thee  day  by  day, 
 
 And  thy  sinful  inclinations 
 Often  fill  thee  with  dismay ; 
 Thou  shalt  conquer, 
 Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood. 
 
 3  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 
 From  without  and  from  within, 
 
 Jesus  saith  he  '11  ne'er  forget  thee, 
 But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin  ; 
 
 He  is  faithful 
 To  perform  his  gracious  word.  Faivcett. 
 
 0  (*  C\     Ct  P*  M'    Bremex>  or  Ariel>  p-  c-  »  202- 
 OOt/«  Exceedingly  great  Joy. 
 
 OH,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
 Oh,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 
 Which  in  my  Saviour  shine ! 
 
 1  'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
 And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings, 
 
 In  notes  almost  divine. 
 
 2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
 My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 
 
 Of  sin  and  wrath  divine  ; 
 I  'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
 In  which  all,  perfect,  heavenly  dress 
 
 My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 
 562 
 
communion  wixn  GOD.  [870. 
 
 3  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
 And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 
 
 Exalted  on  his  throne  : 
 In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise 
 I  would,  to  everlasting  days, 
 
 Make  all  his  glories  known. 
 
 4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
 When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 
 
 And  I  shall  see  his  face ; 
 Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
 A  blest  eternity  1 11  spend, 
 
 Triumphant  in  his  grace.  Medley. 
 
 870. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.     Hope,  P.  C,  201. 
 The  Ground  of  Hope  and  Joy. 
 
 CHRIST,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground — 
 Christ, the  spring  of  all  my  joy ! 
 Still  in  thee  let  me  be  found, 
 
 Still  for  thee  my  powers  employ, 
 
 2  Fountain  of  o'erflowing  grace  ! 
 Freely  from  thy  fullness  give  ; 
 
 Till  I  close  my  earthlv  race, 
 Be  it  "  Christ  for  me  to  live !  " 
 
 3  Firmly  trusting  in  thy  blood, 
 Nothing  shall  my  heart  confound ; 
 
 Safely  I  shall  pass  the  flood, 
 
 Safely  reach  Immanuers  ground. 
 
 4  When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 
 Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll ; 
 
 Death's  dark  stream  shall  nevermore 
 Part  from  thee,  my  ravished  soul. 
 
 5  Thus,  oh  thus,  an  entrance  give 
 To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky ! 
 
 Having  known  it,  "Christ  to  live," 
 
 Let  me  know  it  "  gain  to  die."  Windham, 
 
 563 
 
871,  872.]  REJOICING  IN   CHRIST, 
 
 871. 
 
 6th  P.  M.     Beautiful  Zion. 
 The  Righteous  shall  go  into  Life  eternal. 
 
 GRACIOUS  Saviour,  can  it  be 
 There  awaits  a  crown  for  me, 
 Set  with  gems  so  pure,  so  bright, 
 Sparkling  each  with  heavenly  light  ? 
 Yes !  oh  yes,  if  you  believe, 
 Jesus  has  a  crown  to  give. 
 
 2  Can  it  be,  a  harp  of  gold, 
 Glittering  bright,  these  hands  shall  hold  ? 
 That  this  voice  shall  join  the  song 
 
 Sung  by  angels  round  the  throne  ? 
 Yes !  oh  yes,  if  you  believe, 
 Jesus  has  a  harp  to  give. 
 
 3  Shall  I  have  a  glorious  dress     . 
 Purchased  by  thy  righteousness  ? 
 Shall  I  dwell  with  thee  on  high, 
 Nevermore  to  sin  or  die? 
 
 Yes !  oh  yes,  if  you  believe, 
 Jesus  has  a  robe  to  give. 
 
 4  Shall  1  pass  the  pearly  gates  ? 
 Shall  I  walk  the  golden  streets? 
 Shall  I  see  the  great  white  throne, 
 And  behold  the  Lamb  thereon  ? 
 
 Yes !  oh  yes,  if  you  believe, 
 Jesus  has  a  heaven  to  give. 
 
 872. 
 
 P.  M.  America. 
 
 Love  to  Christ. 
 
 JESUS,  thy  name  I  love, 
 All  other  names  above, 
 Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
 Oh !  thou  art  all  to  me, 
 Nothing  to  please  I  see, 
 Nothing  apart  from  thee, 
 Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
 
 564 
 
COMMUNION   WITH   GOD.  [873 
 
 2  Thou  blessed  Son  of  God, 
 Hast  bought  me  with  thy  blood, 
 
 Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
 How  wondrous  great  thy  love, 
 All  other  loves  above, 
 Love  that  I  daily  prove, 
 
 Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
 
 3  When  unto  thee  I  flee, 
 Thou  wilt  my  refuge  be, 
 
 Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
 What  need  I  now  to  fear, 
 What  earthly  grief  or  care, 
 Since  thou  art  ever  near? 
 
 Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
 
 4  Soon  thou  wilt  come  again ! 
 
 1  shall  be  happy  then, 
 Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
 
 Then  thine  own  face  I  '11  see, 
 Then  I  shall  like  thee  be 
 Then  evermore  with  thee 
 
 Jesus,  my  Lord !  * 
 
 C.  M.  Peterboro', 
 
 Talking  with  God. 
 
 TALK  with  us,  Lord,  thyself  reveal, 
 While  here  o'er  earth  we  rove ; 
 Speak  to  our  hearts,  and  let  us  feel 
 The  kindling  of  thy  love. 
 
 2  With  thee  conversing,  we  forget 
 All  time,  and  toil,  and  care : 
 
 Labor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 
 If  thou,  my  God,  art  here. 
 
 3  Here  then,  my  God,  vouchsafe  to  stay, 
 And  bid  my  heart  rejoice ; 
 
 My  bounding  heart  shall  own  thy  sway, 
 And  echo  to  thy  voice. 
 
 565 
 
874.]  REJOICING   IN   CHRIST, 
 
 4  Thou  callest  me  to  seek  thy  face ; — 
 
 'T  is  all  I  wish  to  seek ; 
 T  attend  the  whispers  of  thy  grace, 
 And  hear  thee  inly  speak. 
 
 5  Let  this  my  every  hour  employ, 
 Till  I  thy  glory  see  ; 
 
 Enter  into  my  Master's  joy, 
 
 And  find  my  heaven  in  thee.  C.  Wesley* 
 
 874. 
 
 12th  P.  M.  Rockport. 
 
 Only  Jesus  will  I  know. 
 
 XTAIN,  delusive  world,  adieu, 
 \     With  ail  of  creature  good : 
 Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 
 
 Who  bought  me  with  his  blood ; 
 All  thy  pleasures  I  forego, 
 
 I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride  ; 
 Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
 
 And  Jesus  crucified. 
 
 2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 
 'lis  all  but  vanity: 
 
 Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, 
 
 He  tasted  death  for  me ! 
 Me  to  save  from  endless  woe 
 
 The  gin-atoning  Victim  died ! 
 Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
 
 And  Jesus  crucified. 
 
 3  Here  will  I  set  up  my  rest ; 
 My  fluctuating  heart 
 
 From  the  haven  of  his  breast 
 
 Shall  nevermore  depart : 
 Whither  should  a  sinner  go? 
 
 His  wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide : 
 Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
 
 And  Jesus  crucified. 
 
 566 
 
COMMUNION   WITH   GOD.  [875. 
 
 4  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 
 And  pleasure  without  end ; 
 
 This  is  all  my  happiness, 
 
 On  Jesus  to  depend ; 
 Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 
 
 And  ever  in  his  faith  abide ; 
 Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
 
 And  Jesus  crucified. 
 
 5  Oh  that  I  could  all  invite, 
 This  saving  truth  to  prove : 
 
 Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  the  height, 
 
 And  depth  of  Jesus'  love ! 
 Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show 
 
 The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied  ; 
 Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
 
 And  Jesus  crucified.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 L.  M.  Rockingham. 
 
 The  Joy  of  Pardon. 
 
 TREMBLIXG  before  thine  awful  throne, 
 O  Lord !  in  dust  my  sins  I  own : 
 Justice  and  mercy  for  my  life 
 Contend !  oh !  smile  and  heal  the  strife. 
 
 2  The  Saviour  smiles !  upon  my  soul 
 !S"ew  tides  of  hope  tumultuous  roll — 
 His  voice  proclaims  my  pardon  found, 
 Seraphic  transport  wings  the  sound. 
 
 3  Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heaven — 
 The  new-born  peace  of  sin  forgiven ! 
 Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight, 
 Ye  angels !  never  dimmed  your  sight. 
 
 4  Ye  saw  of  old,  on  chaos  rise 
 The  beauteous  pillars  of  the  skies  ; 
 
 Ye  know  where  morn  exulting  springs, 
 And  evening  folds  her  drooping  wings. 
 567 
 
876,  877.]        rejoicing  in  cheist, 
 
 5  Bright  heralds  of  th'  Eternal  Will, 
 Abroad  his  errands  ye  fulfill  ; 
 
 Or,  throned  in  floods  of  beamy  day, 
 Symphonious  in  his  presence  play. 
 
 6  Loud  is  the  song — the  heavenly  plain 
 Is  shaken  with  the  choral  strain — 
 And  dying  echoes,  floating  far, 
 
 Draw  music  from  each  chiming  star. 
 
 7  But  I  amid  your  choirs  shall  shine, 
 And  all  your  knowledge  shall  be  mine : 
 Ye  on  your  harps  must  lean  to  hear 
 
 A  secret  chord  that  mine  will  bear.     A.  L.  Hillhouse. 
 
 8iv  f*         L.  M.     Warrington,  or  Hosanna  in 
 (  U.        Hosanna  to  the  Lord,     Sweet  Singer. 
 
 VOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song! 
 
 W    Awake,  my  soul !  awake,  my  tongue ! 
 
 Hosanna  to  th'  eternal  name, 
 
 And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 
 
 2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face — 
 The  brightest  image  of  his  grace ! 
 
 God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 
 
 Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 
 
 3  Grace ! — 't  is  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme ; 
 My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name : 
 
 Ye  angels !  dwell  upon  the  sound  ; 
 Ye  heavens !  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 
 
 4  Oh !  may  I  reach  that  happy  place 
 Where  he  unvails  his  lovely  face ; 
 
 Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
 
 And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold.  * 
 
 8ryry  '    L.  M.     Golden  Censer,  105. 
 
 i  i  #  He  leadeth  me. 
 
 HE  leadeth  me !  oh  blessed  thought, 
 Oh,  words  with  heavenly  comfort  fraught, 
 Whate'er  I  do,  where'er  I  be, 
 Still ?t  is  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me  ! 
 568 
 
communion  with  god.  [878. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 He  leadetli  me !  He  leadeth  me ! 
 By  his  own  hand  he  leadeth  me ; 
 His  faithful  follower  I  would  be, 
 For  by  his  hand  he  leadeth  me. 
 
 2  Sometimes  'mid  scenes  of  deepest  gloom, 
 Sometimes  where  Eden's  bowers  bloom, 
 By  waters  still,  o'er  troubled  sea — 
 
 Still 't  is  his  hand  that  leadeth  me ! 
 
 3  Lord,  I  would  clasp  thy  hand  in  mine, 
 Nor  ever  murmur  nor  repine — 
 Content,  whatever  lot  I  see, 
 
 Since  'tis  my  God  that  leadeth  me. 
 
 4  And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done, 
 When,  by  thy  grace,  the  victory 's  won, 
 E'en  death's  cold  wave  I  will  not  flee, 
 
 Since  God  through  Jordan  leadeth  me.  * 
 
 QryQ  S.  M.  Olmutz. 
 
 O  I  0#  Strike  your  Harps. 
 
 YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
 Down  from  the  willows  take ; 
 Loud,  to  the  praise  of  love  divine, 
 Bid  every  string  awake. 
 
 2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 
 We  are  not  far  from  home ; 
 
 And  nearer  to  our  house  above, 
 We  every  moment  come. 
 
 3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 
 Stronger  and  brighter  shine ; 
 
 Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come 
 Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 
 
 4  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 
 Subside  at  his  control, 
 
 His  loving  kindness  shall  break  through 
 
 The  midnight  of  the  soul.  Toplady. 
 
 569 
 
879,  880.]        rejoicing  m  christ, 
 
 qpvq  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.        Gol.  Ch.,  44. 
 
 O  I  *j  •  The  sweetest  Name. 
 
 THERE  is  no  name  so  sweet  on  earth, 
 No  name  so  sweet  in  heaven, — 
 The  name  before  his  wondrous  birth 
 To  Christ  the  Saviour  given. 
 
 Chorus  :  We  love  to  sing  around  our  King 
 And  hail  him  blessed  Jesus ; 
 For  there 's  no  word  ear  ever  heard, 
 .  So  dear,  so  sweet,  as  Jesus. 
 
 2  His  human  name  they  did  proclaim, 
 When  Abr'am's  son  they  sealed  him, — 
 
 The  name  that  still,  by  God's  good  will, 
 Deliverer  revealed  him. 
 
 3  And  when  he  hung  upon  the  tree, 
 They  wrote  this  name  above  him, 
 
 That  all  might  see  the  reason  we 
 For  evermore  must  love  him. 
 
 4  So  now,  upon  his  Father's  throne, 
 Almighty  to  release  us 
 
 From  sin  and  pains,  he  gladly  reigns, 
 The  Prince  and  Saviour  Jesus. 
 
 5  To  Jesus  every  knee  shall  bow 
 And  every  tongue  confess  him, 
 
 And  we  unite  with  saints  in  light, 
 Our  only  Lord  to  bless  him. 
 
 6  O  Jesus,  by  that  matchless  name 
 Thy  grace  shall  fail  us  never ; 
 
 To-day  as  yesterday  the  same, 
 
 Thou  art  the  same  forever.  * 
 
 8q/\  P.  M.       Gol.  Shower,  26. 
 
 Ov/ •  A  Saviour  ever  near. 
 
 PUSHED  be  my  murmurings,  let  cares  depart, 
 Jesus  is  near  me,  to  cheer  my  heart ; 
 He  's  near  to  help  me  whilst  life's  hours  remain, 
 He  speaks  to  cheer  me  in  toil  and  in  pain. 
 570 
 
communion  with  god.  [881. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 Gentle  angels  near  me  glide, 
 Hopes  of  glory  'round  me  'bide, 
 And  there  lingers  by  my  side 
 A  Saviour  ever  near. 
 
 2  Why  should  I  languish — why  should  I  fear? 
 In  sorrow  and  anguish  he  's  ever  near ; 
 Sleeping  or  waking — in  pleasure  or  pain, 
 Roaming  or  resting,  he  'Li  near  me  remain. 
 
 3  Scenes  that  will  vanish  smile  on  me  now, 
 Joys  of  a  moment  play  round  my  brow, 
 But  soon  in  heaven  he  '11  meet  me  again, 
 
 There  '11  end  my  sorrow,  and  there  '11  end  my  pain.  * 
 
 881. 
 
 L.  M.  Duaxe  Street. 
 
 Jo  in  to  p  ra  ise  Sim . 
 
 JOIN  all  who  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
 To  sing  his  everlasting  fame ; 
 Great  God,  prepare  each  heart  and  voice, 
 In  him  forever  to  rejoice. 
 
 2  With  him  I  daily  love  to  walk, 
 Of  him  my  soul  delights  to  talk ; 
 On  him  I  cast  my  every  care  ; 
 Like  him  one  day  I  shall  appear. 
 
 3  Take  him  for  strength  and  righteousness, 
 Make  him  thy  refuge  in  distress ; 
 
 Love  him  above  all  earthly  joy, 
 And  him  in  every  thing  employ. 
 
 4  Praise  him  in  cheerful,  grateful  songs, 
 To  him  your  highest  praise  belongs  ; 
 Bless  him  who  does  your  heaven  prepare, 
 And  whom  you'll  praise  forever  there. 
 
 571 
 
882.]  REJOICING  DST  CHXIST, 
 
 QQi)  14th  p-  M-  10s  *  lls-      Hoiaowr, 
 
 OO/W.  Bound  for  Glory. 
 
 OH  tell  me  no  more 
 Of  this  world's  vain  store, 
 The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er ; 
 A  country  I  've  found 
 Where  true  joys  abound, 
 To  dwell  I  'in  determined  on  that  happy  ground. 
 
 2  The  souls  that  believe, 
 In  paradise  live, 
 
 And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive ; 
 
 My  soul,  do  n't  delay — 
 
 He  calls  thee  away, 
 Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  that  glad  day. 
 
 3  ISo  mortal  doth  know 
 What  he  can  bestow, 
 
 What  light,  strength,  and  comfort — go  after  him,  go  ; 
 
 Lo,  onward  I  move 
 
 To  a  city  above, 
 None  guesses  how  wondrous  my  journey  will  prove. 
 
 4  Great  spoils  I  shall  win 
 From  death,  hell,  and  sin, 
 
 'Midst  outward  afflictions  shall  feel  Christ  within : 
 
 And  when  I  'm  to  die, 
 
 Receive  me,  I  '11  cry, 
 For  Jesus  hath  loved  me,  I  can  not  tell  why. 
 
 5  But  this  I  do  find, 
 We  two  are  so  joined, 
 
 He  '11  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind ; 
 
 So  this  is  the  race 
 
 I  'm  running  through  grace 
 Henceforth,  till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's  face. 
 
 6  And  now  I  'm  in  care, 
 My  neighbors  may  share 
 
 These  blessings  :  to  seek  them  will  none  of  you  dare  ? 
 
 In  bondage,  oh  why, 
 
 And  death  will  you  lie, 
 When  one  here  assures  you  free  grace  is  so  nigh  ?      * 
 '  572 
 
COMMUNION   WITH   GOD.        [883,  884. 
 
 009  9th  p*  M-    CnttDRER'sHos.,  60. 
 
 O O O •  The  Sm He  of  Jes ics. 
 
 LOVELY  is  the  face  of  nature, 
 Decked  with  spring's  unfolding  flowers, 
 When  the  sun  shows  every  feature, 
 
 Smiling  through  descending  showers. 
 Birds  with  songs  the  time  beguiling, 
 Chant  their  little  notes  with  glee, 
 But  to  see  a  Saviour  smiling, 
 Is  more  soft,  more  sweet  to  me. 
 
 2  Soft  and  sweet  are  showers  descending, 
 
 On  the  parched  expecting  ground ; 
 Fragrance  from  the  fields  ascending, 
 
 Scatters  health  and  joy  around. 
 These  with  every  earthly  blessing, 
 
 Loudly  for  thanksgiving  call ; 
 Yet,  one  smile  from  thee  possessing, 
 
 Surely  far  exceeds  them  all. 
 
 3  Sweet  is  sleep  to  tired  nature, 
 
 Sweet  to  labor  is  repose  ; 
 Sweet  is  life  to  every  creature, 
 
 Sweet  the  balm  that  hope  bestows. 
 But  though  morn  and  evening  breezes, 
 
 Sleep,  and  hope,  and  life  to  me, — 
 All  are  pleasant ;  —  nothing  pleases, 
 
 Jesus,  like  a  smile  from  thee. 
 
 8q  l  4  8s  &  4  7s. 
 
 Ode.       Tiie  Fount  of  every  Blessing. 
 
 COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  Blessing, 
 Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
 Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
 
 Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise : 
 Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
 
 Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above : 
 Praise  the  mount  —  I'm  fix'd  upon  it; 
 Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love  ! 
 573 
 
35.]  REJOICING    IX    CHRIST, 
 
 Here  I  '11  raise  mine  Ebenezer, 
 
 Hither  by  thy  help  I  ?m  come  ; 
 And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
 
 Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
 Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 
 
 Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
 He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
 
 Interpos'd  his  precious  blood ! 
 
 Oh !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 
 
 Daily  I  'm  constraint  to  be ! 
 Let  thy  goodness  like  a  fetter, 
 
 Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee : 
 Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 
 
 Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
 Here  \s  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it ; 
 
 Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 
 
 22d  P.  W.     8s  &  4s.     Gos.  Trumpet. 
 *}•  Endless  Day. 
 
 ARK !   how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds  ! 
 Through  all  the  world  the  echo  bounds, 
 And  Jesus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
 Is  bringing  sinners  back  to  God : 
 And  guides  them  safely  by  his  word 
 To  endless  day. 
 
 Hail !  Jesus,  all-victorious  Lord ! 
 Be  thou  by  all  thy  works  adored, 
 Who  undertook  for  sinful  man, 
 And  brought  salvation  through  thy  name, 
 That  we  with  thee  may  ever  reign 
 In  endless  day. 
 
 Fight  on,  ye  conquering  souls,  fight  on ! 
 And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won, 
 Then  palms  of  vict'ry  you  shall  bear, 
 And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share ; 
 And  crowns  of  glory  ever  wear 
 In  endless  day. 
 
 574 
 
COMMUNION   WITH    GOD.  [886. 
 
 4  There  we  shall  in  full  chorus  join, 
 With  saints  and  angels  all  combine, 
 To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love, 
 When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 
 And  this  shall  be  our  theme  above 
 
 In  endless  day.  Medley. 
 
 000.   The  Love  of  Christ  condraineth  v.s. 
 
 OH  'tis  delight  without  alloy, 
 Jesus,  to  hear  thy  name ; 
 My  spirit  leaps  with  inward  joy, 
 I  feel  the  sacred  flame. 
 
 2  My  passions  hold  a  pleasing  reign, 
 Whea  love  inspires  my  breast, 
 
 Love,  the  divinest  of  the  train, 
 The  sovereign  of  the  rest. 
 
 3  This  is  the  grace  must  live  and  sing, 
 When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease, 
 
 Must  sound  from  every  joyful  string, 
 Through  all  the  realms  of  bliss. 
 
 4  Let  life  immortal  seize  my  clay ; 
 Let  love  refine  my  blood ; 
 
 Her  flames  can  bear  my  soul  away, 
 Can  bring  me  near  my  God. 
 
 5  Swift  I  ascend  the  heavenly  place, 
 And  hasten  to  my  home, 
 
 I  leap  to  meet  thy  kind  embrace  ; 
 I  come,  O  Lord,  I  come. 
 
 6  Sink  down,  ye  separating  hills. 
 Let  sin  and  death  remove  ; 
 
 Tia  love  that  drives  my  chariot  wheels, 
 
 And  death  must  yield  to  love.  Watts. 
 
 575 
 
887,  888.]       rejoicing  in  Christ, 
 
 881 
 
 C.  M.  Bristol. 
 
 The  great  Salvation, 
 
 SALVATION!  oh  the  joyful  sound! 
 What  pleasure  to  our  ears ! 
 A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
 A  cordial  for  our  fears. 
 
 Chorus  :  Glory,  honor,  praise,  and  power, 
 Be  unto  the  Lamb  forever! 
 Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer! 
 Hallelujah !  praise  the  Lord ! 
 
 2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 
 At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
 
 But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 
 To  see  the  heavenly  day, 
 
 3  Salvation!  let  the  echo  fly 
 The  spacious  earth  around, 
 
 While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
 Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 
 
 4  Salvation !  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb ! 
 To  thee  the  praise  belongs : 
 
 Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 
 
 And  dwell  upon  our  tongues.  Watts. 
 
 000  26th  P"  M'  7S  &  6S'  MODENA. 
 
 000«  The  living  Vine. 
 
 MY  soul  is  now  united 
 To  Christ,  the  living  vine, 
 His  grace  I  long  have  slighted, 
 But  now  I  feel  him  mine. 
 
 1  was  to  God  a  stranger, 
 
 Till  Jesus  took  me  in, 
 He  freed  my  soul  from  danger, 
 And  pardoned  all  my  sin. 
 576 
 
COMMUNION   WITET  GOD.  [889. 
 
 2  Soon  as  my  all  I  ventured 
 On  his  atoning  blood, 
 
 His  Holy  Spirit  entered, 
 And  I  was  born  of  God. 
 
 Still  Christ  is  my  salvation, 
 What  can  I  covet  more, 
 
 I  fear  no  condemnation, 
 My  Father's  wrath  is  o'er. 
 
 3  By  floods  and  flames  surrounded 
 I  now  my  way  pursue, 
 
 Nor  shall  I  be  confounded, 
 
 With  glory  in  my  view  : 
 I  taste  a  heavenly  pleasure, 
 
 I  need  not  fear  a  frown, 
 Christ  is  my  joy  and  treasure, 
 
 My  glory  and  my  crown. 
 
 4  Ye  saints,  be  not  discouraged, 
 Though  least  among  the  flock, 
 
 From  Christ  you  '11  ne'er  be  parted, 
 Whilst  built  upon  the  rock. 
 
 Let 's  mend  our  pace  to  glory, 
 We  soon  shall  meet  above, 
 
 And  sing  the  pleasing  story 
 Of  his  redeeming  love. 
 
 889. 
 
 3rd  P.  or  H.  M.  Huren. 
 
 Proclaiming  the  universal  Saviour. 
 
 LET  earth  and  heaven  agree, 
 Angels  and  men  be  joined, 
 To  celebrate  with  me 
 
 The  Saviour  of  mankind  : 
 T'  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
 And  bless  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name. 
 
 2  Jesus !  transporting  sound ! 
 
 The  joy  of  earth  and  heaven : 
 Xo  other  help  is  found, 
 
 No  other  name  is  given, 
 By  which  we  can  salvation  have ; 
 But  Jesus  came  the  world  to  save. 
 Z  577 
 
890.]  REJOICING   IN  CHRIST,    ETC. 
 
 3  Jesus  !  harmonious  name ! 
 It  charms  the  hosts  above; 
 
 evermore  proclaim, 
 And  wonder  at  his  love  ; 
 'T  La  all  their  happiness  to  gaze, 
 T  is  heaven  to  see  our  Jesus'  face. 
 
 4  His  name  the  sinner  hears, 
 And  is  from  sin  set  free : 
 
 'T  is  music  in  his  ears, 
 
 'T  is  life  and  victory  : 
 New  songs  do  now  his  lips  employ, 
 And  dances  his  glad  heart  for  joy.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 18th  P.  M.  11b  &  9s.  Rowley. 
 
 Joys  of  first  Love. 
 
 HOW  happy  are  they 
 Who  their  Saviour  obey, 
 And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above ! 
 Tongues  can  not  express 
 The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
 Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  ! 
 
 2  That  comfoitf  was  mine, 
 When  the  favor  divine 
 
 I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 
 
 When  my  heart  it  believed 
 
 What  a  joy  I  received, 
 What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name! 
 
 3  'T  was  a  heaven  below 
 My  Redeemer  to  know, 
 
 And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 
 
 Than  to  tall  at  his  feet, 
 
 And  the  story  repeat, 
 And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 
 
 4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
 Was  my  joy  and  my  song: 
 
 Oh  that  all  his  salvation  might  see ! 
 
 He  hath  loved  me  I  cried, 
 
 He  hath  suffered  and  died, 
 To  redeem  even  rebels  like  me. 
 573 
 
SEEKING  CLOSER  COMMUNION,    ETC.        [891. 
 
 5  On  the  winga  of  his  love, 
 I  was  carried  above 
 
 All  sin,  and  temptation,  and  pain; 
 
 I  could  not  believe 
 
 That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
 That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 
 
 6  I  rode  on  the  sky, 
 Freely  justified  I, 
 
 Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat : 
 
 My  soul  mounted  higher 
 
 In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
 And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 
 
 7  Oh  the  rapturous  height 
 Of  that  holy  delight 
 
 "Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood ! 
 
 Of  my  Saviour  possessed, 
 
 I  was  perfectly  blessed, 
 As  if  filled  with  'the  fullness  of  God.  G.  Wesley. 
 
 Seeking  Closer  Communion,  etc. 
 
 Q(Y\  C.  M.  Palermo, 
 
 Ot/Xo        God  my  all-sufficient  Portion. 
 
 MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
 My  everlasting  All, 
 
 1  Ve  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 
 
 Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 
 
 2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 
 And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
 
 There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
 There 's  nothing  like  my  God. 
 
 3  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth,  and  friends, 
 And  health,  and  safe  abode  : 
 
 Thanks  to  thy  name  for  smaller  things  ; 
 But  they  are  not  my  God. 
 
 4  How  vain  a  toy  is  glittering  wealth, 
 If  once  compared  to  thee  ; 
 
 Or  what 's  my  safety,  or  my  health, 
 Or  all  my  friendi  to  me  ? 
 579 
 
892.]  SEEKING  CLOSER 
 
 5  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 
 And  called  the  stars  my  own, 
 
 Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
 I  were  a  wretch  undone. 
 
 6  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 
 And  grasp  in  all  the  shore ; 
 
 Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  grace, 
 
 And  I  desire  no  more.  Watts. 
 
 O  AO  9th  P*  M*  8s  &  7s*  Orestes. 
 
 OiZ/Wt  Vanity  of  earthly  Joys. 
 
 VAIN  are  all  terrestrial  pleasures ; 
 Mixed  with  dross  the  purest  gold ; 
 Seek  we  then  for  heavenly  treasures, — 
 
 Treasures  never  wraxing  old. 
 Let  our  best  affections  center 
 
 On  the  things  around  the  throne : 
 There  no  thief  can  ever  enter : 
 Moth  and  rust  are  there  unknown. 
 
 2  Earthly  joys  no  longer  please  us ; 
 Here  would  we  renounce  them  all : 
 
 Seek  our  only  rest  in  Jesus, — 
 
 Him  our  Lord  and  Master  calk 
 Faith,  our  languid  spirit  cheering, 
 
 Points  to  brighter  worlds  above ; 
 Bids  us  look  for  his  appearing ; 
 
 Bids  us  triumph  in  his  love. 
 
 3  May  our  light  be  always  burning, 
 And  our  loins  be  girded  round, 
 
 Waiting  for  our  Lord's  returning, — 
 
 Longing  for  the  welcome  sound. 
 Thus  the  Christian  life  adorning, 
 
 Never  need  we  be  afraid, 
 Should  he  come  at  night  or  morning, 
 
 Early  dawn  or  evening  shade.  Ford. 
 
 580 
 
COMMUNION   WITII  GOD.  [893. 
 
 QQQ  L-   M-  TRELU 
 
 Ot/O.  Abide  with  us. 
 
 ABIDE  with  us — the  evening  shades 
 Begin  already  to  prevail ; 
 And  as  the  lingering  twilight  fades, 
 Dark  clouds  along  th'  horizon  sail. 
 
 2  Abide  with  us,  the  night  is  chill, 
 And  damp  and  cheerless  is  the  air : 
 
 Be  our  companion,  stranger,  still, 
 And  thy  repose  shall  be  our  care. 
 
 3  Abide  with  us — thy  converse  sweet 
 Has  well  beguiled  the  tedious  way ; 
 
 With  such  a  friend  we  joy  to  meet, 
 We  supplicate  thy  longer  stay. 
 
 4  Abide  with  us — for  well  we  know 
 Thy  skill  to  chcsr  the  gloomy  hour ; 
 
 Like  balm  thy  honeyed  accents  flow, 
 Our  wounded  spirits  feel  their  power. 
 
 5  Abide  with  us — and  still  unfold 
 Thy  sacred,  thy  prophetic  lore ; 
 
 What  wondrous  thiugs  of  Jesus  told ! 
 Stranger,  we  thirst — we  pant  for  more. 
 
 6  Abide  with  us — and  still  converse 
 Of  him  who  late  on  Calvary  died : 
 
 Of  him  the  prophecies  rehearse* — 
 He  was  our  friend  they  crucified ! 
 
 7  Abide  with  us — amazed  they  cry, 
 As  suddenly,  whilst  breaking  bread, 
 
 Their  own  lost  Jesus  meets  their  eye, 
 With  radiant  glory  on  his  head. 
 
 8  Abide  with  us — thou  heavenly  friend, 
 Leave  not  thy  followers  here  alone, 
 
 Nor  let  our  sweet  communings  end, 
 
 Till  we  abide  with  thee,  at  home.  Raffles. 
 
 581 
 
894,  895.]  SEEKING  CLOSEK 
 
 894. 
 
 27th  P.  M.  lis,  or  6s  &  5s.      Severn. 
 Purer  yet  and  purer. 
 
 PURER  yet  and  purer  I  would  be  in  mind, 
 Dearer  yet  and  dearer  every  duty  find, 
 Hoping  still  and  trusting  God  without  a  fear, 
 Patiently  believing  he  will  make  all  clear. 
 
 2  Calmer  yet  and  calmer  trial  bear  and  pain, 
 Surer  yet  and  surer  peace  at  last  to  gain; 
 Suffering  still  and  doing,  to  his  will  resigned, 
 And  to  God  subduiug  heart  and  will  and  mind. 
 
 3  Higher  yet  and  higher  out  of  clouds  and  night, 
 Nearer  yet  and  nearer  rising  to  the  light — 
 Light  serene  and  holy,  where  my  soul  may  rest, 
 Purified  and  lowly,  sanctified  and  blest; 
 
 4  Quicker  yet  and  quicker  ever  onward  press: 
 Firmer  yet  and  firmer  step  as  I  progress: 
 
 Oft  these  earnest  longings  swell  within  my  breast, 
 Yet  their  inner  meaning  ne'er  can  be  expressed. 
 
 Qf\~  10th  P.  M.  8  lines  8s.       Portland. 
 
 Oi/^J.  For  closer  Communion  with  God. 
 
 THOU  Shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine, 
 The  joy  and  desire  of  my  heart, 
 For  closer  communion  I  pine, 
 
 I  long  to  reside  where  thou  art ; 
 The  pasture  I  languish  to  find, 
 
 Where  all  who  their  Shepherd  obey, 
 Are  fed,  on  thy  bosom  reclined, 
 
 And  screened  from  the  heat  of  the  day. 
 
 2  Ah !  show  me  that  happiest  place, 
 
 The  place  of  thy  people's  abode  ; 
 "Where  saints  in  an  ecstasy  gaze, 
 
 And  hang  on  a  crucified  Lord ; 
 Thy  love  for  a  sinner  declare ; 
 
 Thy  passion  and  death  on  the  tree  ; 
 2>Iy  spirit  to  Calvary  bear, 
 
 To  suffer  and  triumph  with  thee. 
 582 
 
COMMUNION   WITH   GOD.  [896. 
 
 3  'T  is  there  with  the  lambs  of  thy  flock, 
 
 There  only  I  covet  to  rest; 
 To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock, 
 
 Or  rise  to  be  hid  in  thy  breast : 
 'Tis  there  I  would  always  abide, 
 
 And  never  a  moment  depart : 
 Concealed  in  the  cleft  of  thy  side, 
 
 Eternally  held  in  thy  heart.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 OClf*  10th  R  M*  8  lines  8s*    Wes>  Ps*'  46# 
 
 Oi/O.  Longing  for  Christ. 
 
 fOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
 When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ; 
 Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers 
 
 Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me : 
 The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 
 
 The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay ; 
 But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
 
 December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 
 
 2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
 And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 
 
 His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
 
 And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice ; 
 I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 
 
 Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear, 
 Xo  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 
 
 My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 
 
 3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
 My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned ; 
 
 No  changes  of  season  or  place 
 
 Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind : 
 
 While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 
 A  palace  a  toy  would  appear ; 
 
 And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
 If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 
 583 
 
897,  898.] 
 
 SEEKING   CLOSER 
 
 4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 
 
 If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
 Say  why  do  I  languish  and  pine? 
 
 And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
 Oh  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 
 
 Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore : 
 Or  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high, 
 
 Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 
 
 Newton. 
 
 897. 
 
 C.  M.  Dedham. 
 
 Faint,  yet  pursuing. 
 
 AS  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 
 When  heated  in  the  chase, 
 So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee, 
 And  thy  refreshing  grace. 
 
 2  For  thee,  my  God — the  living  God, 
 My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine ; 
 
 Oh,  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 
 Thou  Majesty  divine! 
 
 3  I  sigh  to  think  of  happier  days, 
 When  thou,  O  Lord,  wast  nigh  ; 
 
 When  every  heart  was  tuned  to  praise, 
 And  none  more  blest  than  I. 
 
 4  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 
 Hope  still,  and  thou  shalt  sing 
 
 The  praise  of  him  who  is  thy  God, 
 
 Thy  Saviour,  and  thy  King.  Tate  &  Brady. 
 
 \J*J(J9         Indulge  my  humble  Claim. 
 
 GREAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
 Be  thou  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
 The  glories  that  compose  thy  name, 
 Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 
 
 2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 
 Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ! 
 
 And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, 
 
 Thy  son,  thy  daughter,  bought  with  blood, 
 584 
 
 Luton. 
 
COMMUNION   WITH   GOD.  [899. 
 
 3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
 For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 
 
 As  travelers  in  thirsty  lands 
 
 Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 
 
 4  E'en  life  itself,  without  thy  love, 
 No  lasting  pleasure  can  afford ; 
 
 Yea,  't  would  a  tiresome  burden  prove, 
 If  I  were  banished  from  thee,  Lord! 
 
 5  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
 AVhile  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise : 
 
 This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
 
 And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days.  Watts. 
 
 oa(,  P.  0.  ML     Topaz,  P.  C,  142. 
 
 (jfjfjt  Nearer  to  Thee. 
 
 ALONG  the  mountain  track  of  life, 
 Along  the  weary  lea, 
 In  rocks,  in  storms,  in  joy,  in  strife, 
 
 Let  this  my  heart-cry  be — 
 "Nearer  to  thee  !  Nearer  to  thee  ! n 
 
 2  This  pilgrim-path  by  thee  was  trod, 
 Jesus  !  my  King  !  by  thee  ; 
 
 Traced  by  thy  feet,  thy  tears,  thy  blood, 
 
 In  love,  in  death,  for  me. 
 Oh,  bring  my  soul  nearer  to  thee ! 
 
 3  Let  every  step,  let  every  thought, 
 Sweet  memories  bear  of  thee  ! 
 
 And  hear  the  soul  thy  love  hath  bought, 
 
 Whose  every  cry  shall  be, 
 11  Nearer  to  thee  !  Nearer  to  thee  !  " 
 
 4  Thou  wilt !  thou  dost ! — a  still  small  voice 
 Whispers  of  faith  in  thee, 
 
 Of  hope  that  might  in  grief  rejoice, 
 
 If  still  the  way-cry  be, 
 1  I  Nearer  to  thee  !  Nearer  to  thee ! " 
 -  Z  2  585 
 
900.]  SEEKING    CLOSER,  ETC. 
 
 5  Yet  a  few  days  to  me,  perhaps, 
 
 And  time  shall  no  more  be ; 
 But  boundless  love  can  know  no  lapse, 
 
 Thou  art  eternity ! 
 Draw,  then,  my  soul,  "  Nearer  to  thee  !  " 
 
 900. 
 
 P.  M.  Bethany. 
 
 Nearer  to  Thee. 
 
 VTEAKER,  my  God,  to  thee, 
 11    Nearer  to  thee  : 
 E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 
 
 That  raiseth  me; 
 Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
 Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee : 
 
 Nearer  to  thee. 
 
 2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 
 Daylight  all  gone, 
 
 Darkness  be  over  me, 
 
 My  rest  a  stone, 
 Yet  in  my  dreams  I  'd  be 
 Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  etc. 
 
 3  There  let  the  way  appear 
 Steps  up  to  heaven ; 
 
 All  that  thou  sendest  me, 
 
 In  mercy  given, 
 Angels  to  beckon  me, 
 Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  etc. 
 
 4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts, 
 Bright  with  thy  praise, 
 
 Out  of  my  stony  griefs 
 
 Bethel  I'll  raise; 
 So  by  my  woes  to  be 
 Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  etc. 
 
 5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing 
 Cleaving  the  sky, 
 
 Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 
 
 Upward  I  fly, 
 Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
 
 Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  etc.  Adams. 
 
 586 
 
TRUSTING  AMID  TRIALS,  ETC.       [901,  902. 
 
 Gf|1  p  M 
 
 t/U  -]-•  Give  me  Jesus. 
 
 1  \XHILE  wand'ring  to  and  fro, 
 ?  f     111  this  wide  world  of  woe, 
 
 Where  streams  of  sorrow  flow, 
 Chorus  :  Give  me  Jesus — give  me  Jesus — 
 Give  me  Jesus — 
 You  may  have  all  this  world — 
 Give  me  Jesus. 
 
 2  When  tears  o'erflowT  mine  eye  ; 
 When  press' d  by  grief  I  sigh, 
 Still  this  shall  be  my  cry, 
 
 3  When  to  the  merey-seat 
 I  go,  my  Lord  to  meet, 
 My  heart  shall  still  repeat, 
 
 4  And,  when  my  faith  is  tried, 
 In  him  will  I  confide, 
 
 And  all  the  storms  outride, 
 
 5  Though  strength  and  friends  should  fai 
 And  foes  my  soul  assail, 
 
 Through  him  I  shall  prevail, 
 
 6  And  when  my  toils  are  o'er, 
 When  nearing  Jordan's  shore, 
 I  '11  shout  as  up  I  soar, 
 
 7  When  at  the  j  udgment-seat, 
 I  stand  at  Jesus'  feet, 
 
 When  worlds  on  worlds  shall  meet, 
 
 8  When  heaven  and  earth  shall  flee, 
 When  time  shall  cease  to  be, 
 
 Through  all  eternity  :  * 
 
 Trusting  amid  Trials, 
 
 aaq  L.  M.  Aracan. 
 
 XJ\j  hJ*    Lord,  ice  adore  thy  vast  Designs. 
 
 LORD,  we  adore  thy  vast  designs, 
 Th'  obscure  abyss  of  providence, 
 Too  deep  to  sound  with  mortal  lines, 
 Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  sense. 
 587 
 
903.]  TRUSTING  AMID 
 
 2  When  thou  dost  clothe  thine  awful  face, 
 In  angry  frowns,  without  a  smile, 
 
 We,  through  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace, 
 Secure  of  thy  compassion  still. 
 
 3  Through  seas  and  storms  of  deep  distress, 
 We  sail  by  faith  and  not  by  sight ; 
 
 Faith  guides  us,  in  the  wilderness, 
 Through  all  the  terrors  of  the  nisrht. 
 
 C.  BL  Rochester. 
 
 Gfod,  my  Supporter,  and  my  Hope, 
 
 GOD,  my  Supporter,  and  my  Hope  ; 
 My  help  forever  near  : 
 Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
 When  sinking  in  despair. 
 
 2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet 
 Through  this  dark  wilderness  ; 
 
 Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
 To  dwell  before  thy  face. 
 
 3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 
 'T  would  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
 
 And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
 I  long  for  none  but  thee. 
 
 4  What,  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 
 And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  ? 
 
 God  is  my  soul's  eternal  Rock, 
 The  strength  of  every  saint. 
 
 5  Behold,  the  sinners  who  remove 
 Far  from  thy  presence — die  ; 
 
 Isot  all  the  idol  gods  they  love, 
 Can  save  them  when  they  cry. 
 
 6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 
 Shall  be  my  sweet  employ ; 
 
 My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad, 
 
 And  tell  the  world  my  joy.  Watts. 
 
 *588 
 
TRIALS  AND  AFFLICTIONS.       [904,  905. 
 
 r\  r\  1  C.  M.        Brattle  Street. 
 
 *y\J~x»       Goodness  of  divine  Providence. 
 
 TV'HILST  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power! 
 M     Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
 And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
 With  better  hopes  be  filled. 
 
 2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed, 
 To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 
 
 Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed ; 
 That  mercy  I  adore. 
 
 3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 
 Thy  ruling  hand  I  see ; 
 
 Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
 Because  conferred  by  thee. 
 
 4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 
 In  every  pain  I  bear, 
 
 My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
 Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 
 
 5  When  gladness  wings  the  favored  hour, 
 Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill  ; 
 
 Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
 My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 
 
 6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
 The  gathering  storm  shall  see, 
 
 My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
 
 That  heart  will  rest  on  thee.  Williams. 
 
 (\r\  ^  T*.  M.  All  Saints. 
 
 *J\Jt)9     A  Blessing  for  those  who  mourn. 
 
 OH,  deem  not  them  as  blest  alone, 
 AVhose  lives  a  peaceful  tenor  keep' ; 
 For  God  who  pities  man  has  shown 
 A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 
 
 2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 
 
 The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears ; 
 And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain 
 
 Are  promises  of  happier  years. 
 589 
 
906.]  TRUSTING  AMID 
 
 3  There  is  a  day  of  sunny  rest 
 
 For  every  dark  and  troubled  night ; 
 
 And  grief  may  bide  an  evening  guest, 
 
 But  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 
 
 4  Xor  let  the  good  man's  trust  depart, 
 Though  life  its  common  gifts  deny  ; 
 
 Though  with  a  pierced  and  broken  heart, 
 And  spurned  of  men,  he  goes  to  die. 
 
 5  For  God  has  marked  each  sorrowing  day, 
 And  numbered  every  secret  tear, 
 
 And  heaven's  long  age  of  bliss  shall  pay 
 
 For  all  his  children  suffer  here.  Bryant, 
 
 L.  M.  Upton, 
 
 My  Heart  is  fixed. 
 
 MY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 
 Of  boundless  love,  and  grace  unknown, 
 Hide  me  beneath  thy  spreading  wings, 
 Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 
 
 2  Up  to  the  heavens  I  send  my  cry, 
 The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform, 
 He  sends  his  angels  from  the  sky, 
 
 And  saves  me  from  the  threat'ning  storm. 
 
 3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  ! 
 Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell ; 
 Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
 Let  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 
 
 4  My  heart  is  fixed  ;  my  song  shall  raise 
 Immortal  honors  to  thy  name  ; 
 Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise, 
 My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 
 
 5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
 And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky  ; 
 
 HK  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
 When  lower  worlds  dissolve,  and  die. 
 590 
 
TRIALS   AND   AFFLICTIONS.       [907,  908. 
 
 6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God ! 
 
 Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell ; 
 
 Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
 
 And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell.  * 
 
 90T. 
 
 C.  M.         Elizabethtown. 
 Crosses  are  Blessings. 
 
 SIXCE  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 
 God's  watchful  eye  surveys, 
 Oh,  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot, 
 Or  to  appoint  our  ways ! 
 
 2  Good,  when  he  gives — supremely  good, 
 Xor  less  when  he  denies  ; 
 
 E'en  crosses,  from  his  sovereign  hand, 
 Are  blessings  in  disguise. 
 
 3  Why  should  we  doubt  a  Fathers  love, 
 So  constant  and  so  kind  ? 
 
 To  his  unerring,  gracious  will 
 
 Be  every  wish  resigned.  Harvey. 
 
 908. 
 
 9th  P.  M.  8s,  7s  &  4s.      Sic.  Hymn. 
 Jehovah  our  Guide. 
 
 GUIDE  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 
 Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land ; 
 
 1  am  weak,  but  thou  art  might}' — 
 Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 
 
 Bread  of  heaven, 
 Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 
 
 2  Open  now  thy  crystal  fountain, 
 Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow ; 
 
 Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 
 
 Lead  me  all  my  journey  through; 
 
 Strong  Deliverer ! 
 Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 
 591 
 
909.] 
 
 TRUSTING   AMID 
 
 3  Feed  me  with  thy  heavenly  manna, 
 In  this  barren  wilderness ; 
 
 Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  banner, 
 Be  my  robe  of  righteousness : 
 
 Fight  and  conquer 
 All  my  foes  by  sovereign  grace. 
 
 4  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
 Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 
 
 Foe  to  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
 Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side ; 
 
 Songs  of  praises 
 I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 
 
 Oliver. 
 
 909. 
 
 L.  M. 
 
 Come  to  Me, 
 
 .Retreat. 
 
 WITH  tearful  eyes  I  look  around, 
 Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea ; 
 Yet  'midst  the  gloom  I  hear  a  sound, 
 A  heavenly  whisper,  "  Come  to  me." 
 
 2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest — 
 
 It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee ; 
 Oh  !  to  the  weary,  faint,  oppressed, 
 
 How  sweet  the  bidding,  "  Come  to  me." 
 
 3  When  nature  shudders,  loath  to  part 
 From  all  I  love,  enjoy,  and  see ; 
 
 When  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart, 
 A  sweet  voice  utters,  "  Come  to  me." 
 
 4  Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die  ; 
 Earth  is  no  resting-place  for  thee ; 
 
 Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye, 
 I  am  thy  portion,  "  Come  to  me." 
 
 5  0  voice  of  mercy !  voice  of  love ! 
 In  conflict,  grief,  and  agony, 
 
 Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above  ! 
 And  gently  whisper,  "  Come  to  me." 
 
 592 
 
 Baptist  Noel 
 
TRIALS  A>~D  AFFLICTIONS.        [910,911. 
 
 ^v_l  A  C.  M.  Peterboro. 
 
 JIU.  God  counts  the  Sorrows, 
 
 GOD  counts  the  Borrows  ofhifl  saint?, 
 Their  groans  affect  his  ears  : 
 
 He  has  a  book  for  their  complaint-, 
 A  bottle  for  their  tears. 
 
 2  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 
 Can  give  us  day  for  night, 
 
 Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
 To  rivers  of  delight 
 
 3  Let  those  who  sow  in  sadness,  wait 
 Till  the  fair  harvest  come  ; 
 
 They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
 
 And  shout  the  blessing  home.  * 
 
 911. 
 
 P.  11     Gold.  Chain,  p.  42. 
 
 Look  aloft, 
 
 IN  the  tempest  of  life,  when  the  wave  and  the  gale, 
 Are  around  and  above,  if  thy  footing  should  fail, 
 If  thy  eye  should  grow  dim  and  thy  caution  depart, 
 Look  aloft  and  be  firm,  and  confiding  in  heart. 
 
 2  If  the  friends  who  embraced  in  prosperity's  glow, 
 With  a  smile  for  each  joy  and  a  tear  for  each  woe, 
 Should  betray  thee  when   sorrows  like  clouds  are  arrayed 
 Look  aloft  to  the  Friendship  that  never  shall  fade. 
 
 3  Should    the    visions    which    hope    spreads    in    light    to 
 
 thine  eye. 
 Like  the  tints  of  the  rainbow  be  swifter  to  fly, 
 Then  turn  and  through  tears  of  repentant  regret, 
 Look  aloft  to  the  Sun  that  is  never  to  set. 
 
 4  Should  the  dearest  of  earth,  the  son  of  thy  heart — 
 The  wife  of  thy  bosom — in  sorrow  depart: 
 
 Look  aloft  from  the  darkness  and  dust  of  the  tomb, 
 To  the  soil  where  affection  is  ever  in  bloom. 
 
 5  And,  oh!  when  death  comes,  in  his  terrors  to  cast 
 His  fears  on  the  future,  his  pall  on  the  past, 
 
 In  the  moment  of  darkness,  with  hope  in  thy  heart, 
 
 And  a  smile  in  thine  eye,  look  aloft,  and  depart.  * 
 
 593 
 
912.]  TRUSTING  AMID 
 
 912. 
 
 9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.  Uzzia. 
 
 Trust  in  Jesus. 
 
 CHRISTIAN!  is  thy  pathway  dreary? 
 Is  thy  heart  oppressed  with  fear  ? 
 Jesus  calls  the  weak  and  weary, 
 
 Makes  them  objects  of  his  care. 
 Listen  to  his  invitation  ; 
 
 He  is  waiting  to  release ; 
 In  the  hour  of  tribulation, 
 
 He  will  give  thee  "  perfect  peace." 
 
 2  Jesus  saw  thee  in  thy  blindness, 
 Guilty,  wretched,  far  from  God, 
 
 And  in  sovereign  love  and  kindness, 
 Saved  thee,  through  his  precious  blood ; 
 
 Still,  thy  helplessness  confessing, 
 To  his  care  thy  all  resign ; 
 
 He  will  send  his  heavenly  blessing, 
 Gently  whisper,  "  Thou  art  mine." 
 
 3  Christian  !  wherefore  yield  to  sadness  ? 
 Fix  thy  heart  and  hopes  above  ; 
 
 Look  to  Jesus — and  with  gladness, 
 
 Trust  his  gracious  pardoning  love ; 
 Trials  here  will  sorely  press  thee, 
 
 Let  thy  trust  on  him  be  stayed ; 
 He  will  cheer,  and  guide,  and  bless  thee, 
 
 With  his  ever-present  aid. 
 
 4  Think  how  kind,  how  condescending ! 
 Jesus  calls  himself  thy  ' '  Friend ;  " 
 
 From  his  throne  in  glory  bending, 
 
 He  will  every  prayer  attend. 
 He  will  never,  never  leave  thee, 
 
 Through  thy  pilgrim  days  below ; 
 Then,  at  last,  he  will  receive  thee, 
 
 And  a  crown  of  life  bestow.  S.  S.  Times. 
 
 594 
 
TRIALS   AND   AFFLICTIONS.       [913,  914. 
 
 AiQ  L.  M.  Pexola. 
 
 */JLO#         I,  even  7,  will  comfort  you. 
 
 IX  God  let  all  his  saints  rejoice, 
 With  thankful  heart  and  cheerful  voice ; 
 Thus  saith  his  word,  so  kind,  so  true, 
 "  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you.'' 
 
 2  Sweet  words !  oh  let  us  bless  his  name, 
 And  joyful  all  his  praise  proclaim ; 
 These  words  shall  foes  and  fears  subdue, 
 
 "I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 
 
 3  Are  you  in  darkness  and  distress  ? 
 Does  Satan  roar  and  break  your  peace  ? 
 Fear  not,  but  still  the  truth  review, 
 
 "  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 
 
 4  Do  sore  afflictions  on  you  prey, 
 And  pungent  sorrow  day  by  day  ? 
 
 Look  to  this  word,  't  will  bear  you  through, 
 "I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 
 
 5  If  death  in  gloomy  form  appear, 
 And  overwhelm  your  souls  with  fear; 
 Let  this  sweet  word  your  faith  renew, 
 "I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 
 
 6  Thus  while  you  sojourn  here  below, 
 As  pilgrims  in  this  world  of  woe ; 
 
 Make  this  your  song,  your  journey  through, 
 "I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 
 
 7  And  when  each  happy  soul  attains, 
 That  blissful  state  where  glory  reigns, 
 This  song  shall  all  his  powers  employ, 
 
 "God  is  my  comfort  and  my  joy."  * 
 
 Ai   j  C.  M.  Braln'teee. 
 
 Jli:,  Trust  in  the  Lord. 
 
 T7E  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
 _L    Exposed  to  every  snare, 
 Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling-place, 
 And  try  and  trust  his  care. 
 595 
 
915.]  TRUSTING   AMID 
 
 2  No  ill  shall  enter  where  you  dwell  ; 
 Or,  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
 
 And  sweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
 'T  will  raise  his  saints  on  high. 
 
 3  He  '11  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 
 Your  feet  in  all  thy  ways ; 
 
 To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  sleep, 
 And  guard  your  happy  days. 
 
 4  Their  hands  shall  bear  you,  lest  you  fall, 
 And  dash  against  the  stones ; 
 
 Are  they  not  servants  at  his  call, 
 And  sent  t'  attend  his  sons? 
 
 5  Adders  and  lions  ye  shall  tread  ; 
 The  tempter's  wiles  defeat ; 
 
 He  that  hath  broke  the  serpent's  head, 
 Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 
 
 6  "  Those  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 
 I  '11  honor  them  in  heaven  ; 
 
 There  my  salvation  shall  be  shown, 
 And  endless  life  be  given." 
 
 L.    M.  EOTHWELL. 
 
 Bearing  Christ's  Yoke, 
 
 ETERNAL  beam  of  Light  divine, 
 Fountain  of  unexhausted  love ; 
 In  whom  the  Father's  glories  shine, 
 
 Through  earth  beneath,  and  heaven  above. 
 
 2  Jesus,  the  weary  wand'rer's  rest, 
 
 Give  me  thy  easy  yoke  to  bear  : 
 With  steadfast  patience  arm  my  breast, 
 
 With  spotless  love,  and  holy  fear. 
 
 8  Thankful  I  take  the  cup  from  thee, 
 
 Prepared  and  mingled  by  thy  skill ; 
 Though  bitter  to  the  taste  it  be, 
 
 Powerful  the  wounded  soul  to  heal. 
 596 
 
TRIALS   AND   AFFLICTIONS.  [916. 
 
 4  Be  thou,  O  Rock  of  Ages,  nigh ! 
 
 So  shall  each  murm'ring  thought  be  gone : 
 And  grief,  and  fear,  and  care,  shall  fly, 
 As  clouds  before  the  midday  sun. 
 
 5  Speak  to  my  warring  passions,  ' '  Peace  ; " 
 Say  to  my  trembling  heart,  "  Be  still ;  " 
 
 Thy  power  my  strength  and  fortress  is, 
 For  all  things  serve  thy  sov'reign  will. 
 
 6  O  death  !  where  is  thy  sting  ?  "Where  now 
 Thy  boasted  victory,  O  grave  ? 
 
 Who  shall  contend  with  God  ?  or  who 
 
 Can  hurt  whom  God  delights  to  save  ?  * 
 
 r\-t  r*  7th  P.  M.  8  lines  7s.         Stopford. 
 
 *7  XO*  Trials  are  Blessings. 
 
 TIS  my  happiness  below, 
 Not  to  live  without  the  cross ; 
 But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
 Sanctifying  every  loss. 
 Trials  must  and  will  befall ; 
 But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
 Love  inscribed  upon  them  all, 
 This  is  happiness  to  me. 
 
 2  God,  in  Israel,  sows  the  seeds 
 Of  affliction,  pain  and  toil ; 
 
 These  spring  up  and  choke  the  weeds 
 Which  would  else  o'erspread  the  soil ; 
 Trials  make  the  promise  sweet ; 
 Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer ; 
 Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet, 
 Lay  me  low  and  keep  me  there. 
 
 3  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 
 No  chastisements  by  the  way; 
 Might  I  not,  with  reason,  fear 
 I  should  prove  a  cast-away ; 
 Bastards  may  escape  the  rod, 
 Sunk  in  earthly  vain"  delight ; 
 But  the  true-born  child  of  God, 
 
 Must  not,  would  not,  if  he  might.  * 
 
 597  " 
 
917,  918.]  TRUSTING   AMID 
 
 917. 
 
 4th  P.  M.  Cedkok. 
 
 He  careth  for  thee. 
 
 LORD,  how  happy  should  we  be 
 If  we  could  cast  our  care  on  thee, 
 If  we  from  self  could  rest, 
 And  feel  at  heart  that  One  above, 
 In  perfect  wisdom,  perfect  love, 
 Is  working  for  the  best ! 
 
 2  How  far  from  this  our  daily  life, 
 Ever  disturbed  by  anxious  strife, 
 
 By  sudden,  wild  alarms ! 
 Oh,  could  we  but  relinquish  all 
 Our  earthly  props,  and  simply  fall 
 
 On  thy  almighty  arms ! 
 
 o  Could  we  but  kneel,  and  cast  our  load, 
 E'en  while  we  pray,  upon  our  God, 
 
 Then  rise  with  lightened  cheer, 
 Sure  that  the  Father,  who  is  nigh 
 To  still  the  famished  raven's  cry, 
 
 Will  hear  in  that  we  fear ! 
 
 4  Lord,  make  these  faithless  hearts  of  ours 
 Such  lessons  learn  from  birds  and  flowers ; 
 
 Make  them  from  self  to  cease — 
 Leave  all  things  to  a  Father's  will, 
 And  taste,  before  him  lying  still, 
 
 E'en  in  affliction,  peace. 
 
 4th  P.  M.     Willoughby,  P.  C,  271. 
 
 The  Saviour  walking  on  the  Sea- 
 
 OFT  when  the  waves  of  passion  rise, 
 And  storms  of  life  conceal  the  skies, 
 And  o'er  the  ocean  sweep, 
 Tossed  in  the  long  tempestuous  night, 
 We  feel  no  ray  of  heavenly  light 
 To  cheer  the  lonely  deep. 
 598 
 
TRIALS  AHD  AFFLICTIONS.  [919. 
 
 2  But,  lo !  in  our  extremity, 
 The  Saviour  walking  on  the  sea ! 
 
 E'en  now  he  passes  by  I 
 He  silences  our  clamorous  fear, 
 And  mildly  rays,  "  Be  of  good  cheer, 
 
 Be  not  afraid,  \  is  I." 
 
 3  Ah  !  Lord,  if  it  be  thou  indeed, 
 So  near  us  in  our  time  of  need, 
 
 So  good,  so  strong  to  save : 
 Speak  the  kind  word  of  power  to  me ; 
 Bid  me  believe,  and  come  to  thee, 
 
 Swift- walking  on  the  wave. 
 
 4  He  bids  me  come !  His  voice  I  know, 
 And  boldly  on  the  waters  go, 
 
 And  brave  the  tempest's  shock : 
 O'er  rude  temptations  now  I  bound ; 
 The  billows  yield  a  solid  ground, 
 
 The  wave  is  firm  as  rock  I 
 
 5  Come  in,  come  in,  thou  Prince  of  Peace ! 
 And  all  the  storms  of  sin  shall  cease, 
 
 And  fall,  no  more  to  rise: 
 Oh,  if  thy  Spirit  still  remain, 
 Our  rest  on  distant  shores  we  gain, 
 
 Our  haven  in  the  skies !  * 
 
 ryi  a  L-  M-  Bellville. 
 
 t) JL<»/ •  Trust  in  the  Saviour. 
 
 TT^HEX  gath'ring  clouds  around  I  view, 
 T  T     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. 
 
 2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
 From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
 To  flee  the  good  I  would  pursue, 
 Or  do  the  thing  I  would  not  do ; 
 Still  he  who  felt  temptation's  power, 
 "Will  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 
 599 
 
920,  921.]  TRUSTING   AMID 
 
 3  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. 
 
 4  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.  Grant, 
 
 Qf)A  p-  M-  lls  * 8s-  Beloved.* 
 
 t) h*\J ■  It  is  good  to  be  here. 
 
 AH !  well  might  the  raptured  disciple  exclaim 
 "Who  saw  his  loved  Master  appear, 
 Transfigured  and  robed  in  ethereal  flame, 
 "  It  is  good  for  us,  Lord,  to  be  here." 
 
 2  And  when  on  the  mount  of  communion  divine, 
 Our  souls  to  the  Saviour  draw  near, 
 
 We,  too,  in  the  spirit  and  sentiment  join, 
 "  It  is  good  for  us,  Lord,  to  be  here." 
 
 3  0  yes,  and  the  Christian,  whatever  his  lot, 
 While  reading  his  evidence  clear, 
 
 The  mount  or  the  valley,  the  mansion  or  cot, 
 Can  sav  "  It  is  £ood  to  be  here." 
 
 4  By  sorrows,  afflictions,  and  troubles  beset, 
 Temptations  and  trials  severe, 
 
 The  language  of  hope  and  of  faith  will  be  yet, 
 "  0  Lord,  it  is  good  to  be  here." 
 
 *  New  Lute  of  Zion,  332. 
 
 921. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.  Benevexto. 
 
 Cling  to  Jesus. 
 
 "VTAY,  I  can  not  let  thee  go, 
 il  Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow  ; 
 Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
 Mine 's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 
 600 
 
TRIALS  AND   AFFLICTIONS.  [92 
 
 2  Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am  ? 
 Ah,  my  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  name ; 
 Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea, 
 To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 
 
 8  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
 In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 
 Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  power  defy — 
 That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 
 
 4  Once  a  sinner  near  despair 
 Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer; 
 Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free, — 
 Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 
 
 5  Many  years  have  passed  since  then ; 
 Many  changes  I  have  seen ; 
 Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now, — 
 AY  ho  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ? 
 
 6  Thou  hast  helped  in  every  need, 
 This  emboldens  me  to  plead  ; 
 After  so  much  mercy  past, 
 Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last? 
 
 7  Xo — I  must  maintain  my  hold, 
 'T  is  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold, 
 I  can  no  denial  take, 
 When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 
 
 99 
 
 922, 
 
 L.  M.      Loving  Kindness 
 'It  is  L» 
 
 CHILDREN  of  God,  renounce  your  fears ; 
 Lo !  Jesus  for  your  help  appears, 
 And  loudly  speaks,  as  he  draws  nigh, 
 "  Be  not  afraid,  for  it  is  I" 
 
 2  When  in  the  awful  tempest  tost, 
 
 You  feel  your  strength  and  courage  lost, 
 
 And  mighty  waves  roll  o'er  your  head, 
 Your  Lord  is  near,  be  not  afraid. 
 2  A  601 
 
923.]  CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 
 
 3  When  mournful  tidings  come  from  far, 
 Or  nations  raise  tumultuous  war, 
 
 And  wide  their  devastations  spread, 
 Yet  lie  is  near,  be  not  afraid. 
 
 4  The  famine,  pestilence  and  sword, 
 Are  all  obedient  to  his  word  : 
 
 He,  riding  on  the  stormy  sky, 
 Says,  "  Fear  ye  not,  for  it  is  L" 
 
 5  When  earthly  joys  are  from  you  torn, 
 Or  when  with  heartfelt  grief  you  mourn, 
 
 To  see  your  dear  relations  dead, 
 Yet  Jesus  lives,  be  not  afraid. 
 
 6  When  fierce  disease  attacks  your  frame, 
 Your  Saviour's  love  is  still  the  same  ; 
 
 In  death's  dark  shade  you  need  not  fear, 
 For  Jesus  will  be  with  you  there. 
 
 7  When  stars  are  from  their  orbits  hurled, 
 And  flames  consume  the  guilty  world, 
 
 E'en  then  your  Judge  will  smiling  cry, 
 
 "  Be  not  afraid,  for  it  is  I."  * 
 
 Christian  Graces. 
 
 f\£)Q  k.  M.  Communion. 
 
 *7  /v'0«  It  is  I;  be  not  afraid. 
 
 WHEN  power  divine  in  mortal  form 
 Hushed  with  a  word  the  raging  storm, 
 In  soothing  accents  Jesus  said, — 
 Lo,  it  is  I ;  be  not  afraid. 
 
 2  So  when  in  silence  nature  sleeps, 
 And  lonely  watch  the  mourner  keeps, 
 
 One  thought  shall  every  pang  remove — 
 Trust,  feeble  man,  thy  Maker's  love. 
 
 3  God  calms  the  tumult  and  the  storm ; 
 He  rules  the  seraph  and  the  worm : 
 
 K" o  creature  is  by  him  forgot 
 
 Of  those  who  know,  or  know  him  not. 
 602 
 
CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  [924,  925. 
 
 4  And  when  the  last  dread  hour  shall  come, 
 And  shudd'ring  nature  wait  her  doom, 
 
 This  voice  shall  wake  the  pious  dead, — 
 
 Lo,  it  is  I ;  be  not  afraid.  J.  E.  Smith. 
 
 921 
 
 C.  M.  Avon. 
 
 Subm issive  Resignation. 
 
 OLOED  !  my  best  desire  fulfill, 
 And  help  me  to  resign 
 Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
 And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 
 
 2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 
 Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
 
 Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
 That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 
 
 3  Xo  !  rather  let  me  freely  yield 
 What  most  I  prize  to  thee, 
 
 Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
 Or  wilt  Withhold  from  me. 
 
 4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through, 
 Shall  be  my  rich  supply ; 
 
 What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
 
 Let  wisdom  still  deny.  Coicper. 
 
 925 
 
 C.  M.  Exhortation 
 
 .  Fearless  in  the  Furnace  of  Affliction. 
 
 GOD  of  thine  Israel's  faithful  three, 
 Who  braved  the  tyrant's  ire, 
 Who  nobly  scorned  to  bow  the  knee, 
 
 And  walked,  unhurt,  in  fire: — 
 Oh  breathe  their  faith  into  my  breast, 
 
 In  every  trying  hour  ; 
 And  stand,  0  Son  of  man,  confessed 
 In  all  thy  saving  power ! 
 603 
 
926,  927.]  christian  graces. 
 
 2  While  thou,  Almighty  Lord,  art  nigh, 
 
 My  soul  disdains  to  fear ; 
 Both  sin  and  Satan  I  defy, 
 
 Still  impotently  near: 
 The  earth  and  hell  their  wars  may  wage, — 
 
 I  mark  their  vain  design : 
 And  calmly  smile  to  see  them  rage 
 
 Against  a  child  of  thine.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 AA/i  C.  M.  Balerma. 
 
 t) hJ\).    Chastisement  received  with  Humility. 
 
 IT  is  the  Lord,  who  doth  not  grieve, 
 Or  needlessly  reprove  ; 
 Saviour,  we  thankfully  receive 
 The  tokens  of  thy  love. 
 
 2  These  tokens  may  we  ever  prize, 
 
 And  answer  their  intent, 
 By  list'ning  to  thy  word,  that  cries, — 
 
 Be  zealous,  and  repent.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 QQry  S.  M.  Thatcher. 
 
 i)  hJ  %  •  Walking  by  Faith. 
 
 IF,  on  a  quiet  sea, 
 T'ward  heaven  we  calmly  sail, 
 "With  grateful  hearts,  O  God,  to  thee, 
 We  11  own  the  favoring  gale. 
 
 2  But  should  the  surges  rise, 
 And  rest  delay  to  come, 
 
 Blest  be  the  sorrow,  kind  the  storm, 
 Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 
 
 3  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 
 All  yield  to  thy  control : 
 
 Thy  tender  mercies  shall  illume 
 The  midnight  of  the  soul. 
 
 4  Teach  us,  in  every  state, 
 To  make  thy  will  our  own ; 
 
 And  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
 
 To  live  by  faith  alone.  Anon. 
 
 604 
 
928. 
 
 CHRISTIAN   GRACES.  [928,  929. 
 
 C.  M.  Dundee. 
 
 It  is  the  Lord. 
 
 IT  is  the  Lord — enthroned  in  light, 
 Whose  claims  are  all  divine, 
 Who  has  an  undisputed  right 
 To  govern  me  and  mine. 
 
 2  It  is  the  Lord — who  gives  me  all 
 My  -wealth,  my  friends,  my  ease ; 
 
 And  of  his  bounties  may  recall 
 Whatever  part  he  please. 
 
 3  It  is  the  Lord — my  covenant  God, 
 Thrice  blessed  be  his  name ! 
 
 Whose  gracious  promise,  sealed  with  blood, 
 Must  ever  be  the  same. 
 
 4  And  can  my  soul,  with  hopes  like  these, 
 Be  sullen  or  repine  ? 
 
 No, — gracious  God ! — take  what  thou  please  ; 
 
 To  thee  I  all  resign.  T.  Green. 
 
 C\£\C\  S.  M.  Judd. 
 
 f] /CO •  Afflictions  blessed. 
 
 HOW  tender  is  thy  hand, 
 O  thou  most  gracious  Lord ! 
 Afflictions  came  at  thy  command, 
 And  left  us  at  thy  word. 
 
 2  How  gentle  was  the  rod 
 That  chastened  us  for  sin ! 
 
 How  soon  we  found  a  smiling  God 
 Where  deep  distress  had  been ! 
 
 3  A  father's  hand  we  felt, 
 A  father's  love  we  knew : 
 
 'Mid  tears  of  penitence  we  knelt, 
 And  found  his  promise  true. 
 
 4  Now  will  we  bless  the  Lord, 
 And  in  his  strength  confide : 
 
 Jehovah  ever  be  adored, 
 
 There  is  no  God  beside.        ,  Hastings, 
 
 605 
 
930,  931.]  CHRISTIAN   GRACES. 
 
 aqa  C.  BC  Ortonville. 
 
 t)tJ*J»  Consolations  in  Sickness. 
 
 IT7HEX  languor  and  disease  invade 
 V  f     This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
 T  is  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains, 
 And  long  to  fly  away ; — 
 
 2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 
 The  whispers  of  his  love ; 
 
 Sweet  to  look  upward,  to  the  place 
 Where  Jesus  pleads  above ; — 
 
 3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 
 In  life's  fair  book  set  down ; 
 
 Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
 Eternal  joys  my  own ; — 
 
 4  Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 
 My  sins  on  Jesus  laid ; 
 
 Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood 
 My  debt  of  suffering  paid  ; — 
 
 5  Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope, 
 That,  when  my  change  shall  come, 
 
 Angels  shall  hover  round  my  bed, 
 And  waft  my  spirit  home. 
 
 6  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 
 What  must  the  fountain  be, 
 
 Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
 
 Directly,  Lord,  from  thee.  Toplady. 
 
 r\c%i  L.  M.  Leicester. 
 
 t/OX.  In  Sickness:  Praying  for  Recovery. 
 
 ANGEL  of  covenanted  grace, 
 Come,  and  thy  healing  power  infuse  ; 
 Descend  in  thine  own  time,  and  bless, 
 And  give  the  means  their  hallowed  use. 
 
 2  Obedient  to  thy  will  alone, 
 
 To  thee  in  means  I  calmly  fly : 
 lly  life,  I  know,  is  not  my  own ; 
 
 To  God  I  live,  to  God  I  die. 
 606 
 
CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  [932,  933. 
 
 3  Thy  holy  will  be  ever  mine : 
 
 If  thou  on  earth  detain  me  still, 
 I  bow,  and  bless  the  grace  divine, 
 I  suffer  all  thy  holy  will. 
 
 4  I  come,  if  thou  my  strength  restore, 
 
 To  serve  thee  with  my  strength  renewed ; 
 Grant  me  but  this,  I  ask  no  more — 
 
 To  spend  and  to  be  spent  for  God.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 C.  M.  Denfield. 
 
 Acquiescence  in  the  divine  WUL 
 
 AUTHOR  of  good,  we  rest  on  thee: 
 Thine  ever-watchful  eve 
 Alone  our  real  wants  ean  see, — 
 Thy  hand  alone  supply. 
 
 2  In  thine  all-gracious  providence 
 Our  cheerful  hopes  confide  ; 
 
 Oh  let  thy  power  be  our  defense, — 
 Thy  love  our  footsteps  guide. 
 
 3  And  since,  by  passion's  force  subdued, 
 Too  oft,  with  stubborn  will, 
 
 We  blindly  shun  the  latent  good, 
 And  grasp  the  specious  ill, — 
 
 4  Not  what  we  wish,  but  what  we  want, 
 Let  mercy  still  supply : 
 
 The  good  unasked,  0  Father,  grant; 
 
 The  ill,  though  asked,  deny.  Merrick. 
 
 aqq  S.  M.  Silver  Street. 
 
 t) {_)€)•  3 fan  is  changing. 
 
 AS  changing  as  the  moon 
 Is  man's  estate  below : 
 To  his  bright  day  of  gladness  soon 
 Succeeds  a  night  of  woe. 
 
 2  The  night  of  woe  resigns, 
 
 Its  darkness  and  its  grief; 
 Again  the  morn  of  comfort  shines, 
 
 And  brings  our  souls  relief. 
 607 
 
934,  935.]  CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 
 
 3  Yet  not  to  fickle  chance 
 Is  man's  condition  given; 
 
 His  dark  and  shining  hours  advance 
 By  the  fixed  laws  of  heaven. 
 
 4  God  measures  unto  all 
 Their  lot  of  good  or  ill ; 
 
 Nor  this  too  great,  nor  that  too  small, 
 Ordained  by  wisest  will. 
 
 5  Let  man  conform  his  mind 
 To  every  changing  state  ; 
 
 Rejoicing  now,  and  now  resigned, 
 
 And  the  great  issue  wait.  T.  Scott. 
 
 931 
 
 C.  M.  Melbourn. 
 
 Heaven-born  Faith. 
 
 TT7HEX  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 
 T  t     And  mourns  the  present  pain, 
 'T  is  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last, 
 And  feel  that  death  is  gain. 
 
 2  'Tis  not  that  murmuring  thoughts  arise, 
 And  dread  a  Father's  will  ; 
 
 T  is  not  that  meek  submission  flies, 
 And  would  not  suffer  still. 
 
 3  It  is  that  heaven-born  faith  surveys 
 The  path  that  leads  to  light, 
 
 And  longs  her  eagle  plumes  to  raise, 
 And  lose  herself  in  sight. 
 
 4  Oh  let  me  wTing  my  hallowed  flight, 
 From  earth-born  woe  and  care, 
 
 And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night, 
 
 My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share.  Baptist  Nod. 
 
 L.  M.  Welton. 
 
 Meekness. 
 
 HAPPY  the  meek,  whose  gentle  breast, 
 Clear  as  the  summer's  evening  ray, 
 Calm  as  the  regions  of  the  blest, 
 Enjoys  on  earth  celestial  day. 
 608 
 
CHRISTIAN   GRACES. 
 
 [936,  937. 
 
 2  His  heart  no  broken  friendships  sting  ; 
 No  jars  his  peaceful  tent  invade  ; 
 
 He  rests  beneath  th'  Almighty's  wing, 
 Hostile  to  none— of  none  afraid. 
 
 3  Spirit  of  grace !  all  meek  and  mild, 
 Inspire  our  hearts, — our  souls  possess ; 
 
 Repel  each  passion  rude  and  wild, 
 And  bless  us,  as  we  aim  to  bless. 
 
 Scott. 
 
 936. 
 
 C.  It  Naoml 
 
 Speak  gently. 
 
 SPEAK  gently— it  is  better  far 
 To  rule  by  love  than  fear ; 
 Speak  gently — let  no  harsh  word  mar 
 The  good  we  may  do  here. 
 
 2  Speak  gently  to  the  young — for  they 
 AY  ill  have  enough  to  bear; 
 
 Pass  through  this  life  as  best  they  may, 
 Tis  full  of  anxious  care. 
 
 3  Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one, 
 Grieve  not  the  careworn  heart ; 
 
 The  sands  of  life  are  nearly  run, 
 Let  them  in  peace  depart. 
 
 4  Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones — 
 They  must  have  toiled  in  vain ; 
 
 Perchance  imkindness  made  them  so ; 
 Oh  win  them  back  again  ! 
 
 5  Speak  gently — 'tis  a  little  thing, 
 Dropped  in  the  heart's  deep  well ; 
 
 The  good,  the  joy,  that  it  may  bring, 
 
 Eternity  shall  tell.  Bates. 
 
 937. 
 
 9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s. 
 Learn  to  labor  and  to  wait. 
 
 NOT  enjoyment,  and  not  sorrow, 
 Is  our  destined  end  and  way ; 
 But  to  act  that  each  to-morrow 
 Eind  us  further  than  to-day. 
 2  A  2  609 
 
 Sutton. 
 
938.] 
 
 CHRISTIAN   GRACES. 
 
 2  Lives  of  true  men  all  remind  us 
 We  can  make  our  life  sublime, 
 
 And,  departing,  leave  behind  us 
 Footprints  on  the  sands  of  time ; 
 
 3  Footprints  which  perhaps  another, 
 Sailing  o'er  life's  solemn  main, 
 
 A  forlorn  and  shipwrecked  brother, 
 Seeing,  shall  take  heart  again. 
 
 4  Let  us,  then,  be  up  and  doing, 
 With  a  heart  for  any  fate  ; 
 
 Still  achieving,  still  pursuing, 
 Learn  to  labor  and  to  wait. 
 
 5  Tell  me  not,  in  mournful  numbers, 
 Life  is  but  an  empty  dream  ; 
 
 For  the  soul  is  dead  that  slumbers, 
 And  things  are  not  what  they  seem. 
 
 6  Life  is  real !  Life  is  earnest ! 
 And  the  grave  is  not  its  goal ; 
 
 Dust  thou  art,  to  dust  returnest, 
 Was  not  spoken  of  the  soul ! 
 
 Longfellow. 
 
 938. 
 
 C.  M. 
 
 Silent  Harps. 
 
 Naomi. 
 
 OH  !  no,  we  can  not  sing  the  song 
 Formed  for  Jehovah's  praise ; 
 Our  sorrowing  harps  refuse  their  strings 
 
 To  Zion's  gladsome  lays. 
 They  bid  us  be  in  mirthful  mood, 
 
 And  dry  these  tears,  so  sad ; 
 But  Judah's  hearts  are  desolate, 
 
 And  how  can  we  be  glad  ? 
 2  Silent  our  harps,  o'er  Babel's  stream, 
 
 Are  hung  on  willows  wet ; 
 And  Zion  wTe  no  more  shall  see — 
 
 But  can  we  e'er  forget  ? 
 Jerusalem,  thy  banished  ones 
 
 Prove  anguish  and  regret, 
 But  Heaven's  own  curse  shall  rest  on  them, 
 
 If  thee  they  e'er  forget. 
 
 610 
 
CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 
 
 [939,  940. 
 
 939. 
 
 17th  P.  M.  10s. 
 Faithfulness. 
 
 Savannah. 
 
 FAITHFULLY,  faithfully,  soldier,  fight  on, 
 Soon  will  the  vict'ry  through  Jesus  be  won ; 
 Never  a  battle  your  Leader  has  lost — 
 Faithfully,  faithfully,  stand  to  your  post. 
 
 2  Tempest-tost  mariner,  unfurl  thy  sails, 
 Jesus  will  fill  them  with  heavenly  gales ; 
 
 Soon  you  '11  east  anchor  in  heaven's  broad  bay — 
 Faithfully,  faithfully,  hold  on  thy  way. 
 
 3  Faithfully,  faithfully,  pilgrim,  press  on, 
 Soon  will  your  wearisome  journey  be  done ; 
 
 Soon  will  you  reach  your  bright  home  in  the  skies — 
 Faithfully,  faithfully,  press  to  the  prize. 
 
 4  Faithfully,  faithfully,  mourner,  pray  on, 
 Soon  will  the  clouds  that  hang  o'er  thee  be  gone ; 
 Soon  will  thy  darkness  be  turned  into  day  ; 
 Faithfully,  faithfully,  watch  thou  and  pray. 
 
 S.  W.   Widney. 
 
 940. 
 
 C.  M.  Kao^ii. 
 
 Prayer  for  Submission. 
 
 FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
 Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
 Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
 Let  this  petition  rise  : — 
 
 2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 
 From  ev'ry  murmur  free  ; 
 
 The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
 And  make  me  live  to  thee. 
 
 3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine, 
 My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
 
 Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
 
 And  crown  rav  journey's  end.  Steele. 
 
 *611 
 
941.]  CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 
 
 941. 
 
 C.  M.  Howard. 
 
 Content  with  our  Portion. 
 
 GRACE  does  not  steel  the  faithful  heart, 
 That  it  should  know  no  ill ; 
 "We  learn  to  kiss  the  chastening  rod, 
 And  feel  its  sharpness  still. 
 
 2  But  how  unlike  the  Christian's  tears, 
 To  those  the  world  must  shed ! 
 
 His  sighs  are  tranquil  and  resigned, 
 As  th'  heart  from  which  they  sped. 
 
 3  The  saint  may  be  compelled  to  meet 
 Misfortune's  saddest  blow ; 
 
 His  bosom  is  alive  to  feel 
 The  keenest  pang  of  woe  : 
 
 4  But,  ever  as  the  wound  is  given, 
 There  is  a  hand  unseen, 
 
 Hasting  to  wipe  away  the  scar, 
 And  hide  where  it  has  been. 
 
 5  The  Christian  would  not  have  his  lot 
 Be  other  than  it  is  : 
 
 For,  while  his  Father  rules  the  world, 
 He  knows  that  world  is  his. 
 
 6  He  knows  that  he  who  gave  the  best, 
 "Will  give  him  all  beside  ; 
 
 Assured  each  seeming  good  he  asks 
 Is  evil,  if  denied. 
 
 7  When  clouds  of  sorrow  gather  round, 
 His  bosom  owns  no  fear ; 
 
 He  knows,  where'er  his  portion  be, 
 His  God  will  still  be  there. 
 
 8  And  when  the  threatened  storm  has  burst, 
 Whatever  the  trial  be, 
 
 Some  thins:  vet  whispers  him  within, 
 "  Be  still,  fork  is  he!" 
 
 612 
 
CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  [942. 
 
 9  Poor  nature,  ever  weak,  will  shrink 
 From  the  afflictive  stroke  ; 
 
 But  faith  disclaims  the  hasty  plaint 
 Impatient  nature  spoke. 
 
 10  His  grateful  bosom  quickly  learns 
 Its  sorrows  to  disown  ; 
 
 Yields  to  his  pleasure,  and  forgets 
 
 The  choice  was  not  his  own.  * 
 
 q  j  ^  L.  M.  Eest. 
 
 *J -±  rm  •  The  Bea t it udes. 
 
 BLEST  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
 Their  emptiness  and  poverty ; 
 Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
 And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 
 
 2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
 Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 
 The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 
 
 A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 
 
 3  Blest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
 From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war; 
 God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 
 And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 
 
 4  Blest  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
 Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness ; 
 They  shall  be  well  supplied  and  fed 
 With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 
 
 Second  Part. 
 
 1  Blest  are  the  men  whose  bowels  move 
 And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love ; 
 From  Christ  the  Lord  shall  they  obtain 
 Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 
 
 2  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
 From  the  defiling  power  of  sin  ; 
 
 With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
 A  God  of  spotless  purity. 
 
 '613 
 
943,  944.]  THE  PILGRIM 
 
 3  Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
 Who  quench  the  coals  of  glowing  strife ; 
 They  shall  be  called  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
 The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 
 
 4  Blest  are  the  sufF'rers,  who  partake 
 Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake ; 
 Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
 
 Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward.  WaMs. 
 
 The  Pilgrim  and  Stranger. 
 
 q  i  q  9  th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.  Pilgrim. 
 
 e/tfcO.  Onivard,  Pilgrim. 
 
 ONWARD,  onward,  toiling  pilgrim, 
 Up  the  rugged  steeps  of  life. 
 Falter  not,  though  weak  and  weary, 
 In  the  agony  of  strife  ! 
 
 2  Full  of  hope,  and  full  of  courage, 
 Giving  not  a  thought  to  fear, 
 
 Bravely  struggle,  onward,  upward, 
 Singing  songs  of  heavenly  cheer ! 
 
 3  Clouds  above  may  gather  blackness, 
 Angry  lightnings  rend  the  sky, 
 
 Sudden  tempests  full  of  danger, 
 Sweep  in  maddened  fury  by ! 
 
 4  Yet  with  soul  alive  to  duty, 
 Still  press  on  thy  toilsome  way, 
 
 Good  shall  come  from  every  trial, 
 
 Strength  divine  shall  win  the  day.  * 
 
 aj  i  4th  P.  M.  8s  &  6s.     Willoughby. 
 
 eytrTC.  The  Pilgrim's  happy  Lot. 
 
 HOW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot; 
 How  free  from  every  anxious  thought, 
 From  worldly  hope  and  fear ! 
 Confined  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
 His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell, 
 He  only  sojourns  here. 
 
 614 
 
AND  STRANGER,  [945. 
 
 2  This  happiness  in  part  is  mine, 
 Already  saved  from  low  design, 
 
 From  every  creature-love ; 
 Blest  with  the  scorn  of  finite  good, 
 My  soul  is  lightened  of  its  load, 
 
 And  seeks  the  things  above. 
 
 3  Though  I  no  foot  of  land  possess 
 Nor  cottage  in  this  wilderness, 
 
 A  poor  wayfaring  man  ; 
 I  lodge  awhile  in  tents  below, 
 Or  gladly  wander  to  and  fro 
 
 Till  I  my  Canaan  gain. 
 
 4  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair ; 
 My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 
 
 And  my  abiding  home; 
 For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
 And  angels  beckon  me  away, 
 
 And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 
 
 5  I  come,  thy  servant,  Lord,  replies, 
 
 1  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies, 
 And  claim  my  heavenly  rest ! 
 
 Soon  will  the  pilgrim's  journey  end ; 
 Then,  O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
 
 Receive  me  to  thy  breast.  J.  Wesley. 
 
 r\  a  w  5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s.         Harwell. 
 
 ijQktJm  Traveling  home  to  God. 
 
 pHILDREX  of  the  heavenly  King, 
 Vj  As  we  journey  let  us  sing ; 
 Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
 Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 
 
 2  We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
 In  the  way  our  fathers  trod ; 
 They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
 Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 
 
 3  O  ye  banished  seed,  be  glad, 
 Christ  our  Advocate  is  made ; 
 Us  to  save  our  flesh  assumes, 
 Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 
 
 615 
 
946,  947.]  THE   PILGRIM 
 
 4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful   stand 
 On  the  borders  of  our  land  ; 
 Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
 Bids  us  undismayed  go  on. 
 
 5  Lord  !  obediently  we  '11  go, 
 Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
 Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 
 
 And  we  still  will  follow  thee !  Cennick. 
 
 946. 
 
 P.  M.  S.  S.  Hos.,  43. 
 
 Pilgrim  and  Stranger. 
 
 I'M  a  pilgrim,  and  I 'm  a  stranger ; 
 I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night ; 
 Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
 To  where  the  fountains  are  ever  flowing. 
 
 I  'w.  a  pilgrim,  &c. 
 
 2  There  the  glory  is  ever  shining  : 
 
 I  am  longing,  I  am  longing  for  the  sight ; 
 Here  in  this  country  so  dark  and  dreary, 
 I  have  been  wandering  forlorn  and  weary. 
 
 3  There's  the  city  to  which  I  journey; 
 My  Eedeemer,  my  Eedeemer  is  its  light ; 
 There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 
 
 There  is  no  sin  there,  nor  any  dying.  * 
 
 947. 
 
 P.  M.  Wes.  Ps.,  98. 
 
 Here  is  no  Rest. 
 
 HERE  o'er  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam, 
 Here  is  no  rest,  is  no  rest, 
 Here  as  a  pilgrim  I  wander  alone, 
 
 Yet  I  am  blest,  I  am  blest, 
 For  I  look  forward  to  that  glorious  day, 
 When  sin  and  sorrow  will  vanish  away, 
 My  heart  doth  leap  while  I  hear  Jesus  say, 
 There,  there  is  rest,  there  is  rest. 
 616 
 
AND  STRANGER.  [948. 
 
 2  Here  fierce  temptations  beset  me  around  ; 
 Here  is  no  rest — is  no  rest : 
 
 Here  I  am  grieved  while  my  foes  me  surround ; 
 
 Yet  I  am  blest— I  am  blest. 
 Let  them  revile  me  and  scoff  at  my  name, 
 Laugh  at  my  weeping — endeavor  to  shame, 
 I  will  go  forward,  for  this  is  my  theme  : 
 
 There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 
 
 3  Here  are  afflictions  and  trials  severe, 
 Here  is  no  rest — is  no  rest ; 
 
 Here  I  must  part  with  the  friends  I  hold  dear ; 
 
 Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest 
 Sweet  is  the  promise  I  read  in  his  word ; 
 Blessed  are  they  who  have  died  in  the  Lord  ; 
 They  have  been  called  to  receive  their  reward ; 
 
 There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 
 
 4  This  world  of  care3  is  a  wilderness  state, 
 Here  is  no  rest — is  no  rest  ; 
 
 Here  I  must  bear  from  the  world  all  its  hate, 
 
 Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest. 
 Soon  shall  I  be  from  the  wicked  released, 
 Soon  shall  the  weary  forever  be  blest, 
 Soon  shall  I  lean  upon  Jesus's  breast — 
 
 There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest.  * 
 
 948. 
 
 L.  M.      Loving  Kindness. 
 Jesus  the  Way  to  Heaven. 
 
 JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone ; 
 He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
 His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
 The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 Oh !  who  is  like  Jesus,  who  died  on  the  tree  ? 
 He  died  for  you,  he  died  for  me, 
 He  died  to  set  poor  sinners  free, 
 Oh  !  who 's  like  Jesus,  who  died  on  the  tree  ? 
 617 
 
949.]  THE   PILGRIM 
 
 2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
 The  road  that  leads  from  banishment ; 
 The  King's  highway  of  holiness 
 
 I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 
 
 3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
 And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
 Sly  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
 Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 
 
 4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
 I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more ; 
 Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
 
 "  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 
 
 5  Lo!  glad  I  come;  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
 Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  whose  I  am ; 
 Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
 
 Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 
 
 6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
 What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
 I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
 
 And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God ! "  Cennich. 
 
 r\  i/\  P.  M-  8s  &  7s.     Musical  Leaves. 
 
 £/t±t/#  Pilgrim,  watch  and  pray. 
 
 SOFTLY  on  the  breath  of  evening 
 Comes  the  tender  sigh  of  day  ; 
 Lonely  heart  by  sorrow  laden, 
 'T  is  the  time  to  pray. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 Weary  pilgrim,  cease  thy  mourning ; 
 Weary  pilgrim,  cease  thy  mourning; 
 Rest  beyond  forever. 
 
 2  Pearly  dews  like  tears  are  falling, 
 
 Gently  on  the  sleeping  flowers ; 
 Stars  like  angel- eyes  are  beaming 
 
 From  celestial  bowers. 
 
 618 
 
AND  STRANGER.  [950. 
 
 3  Tis  the  hour  when  hallowed  feelings 
 Chase  our  doubts  and  fears  away ; 
 
 'T  is  the  hour  for  calm  devotion, 
 Pilgrim,  watch  and  pray. 
 
 4  Though  temptations  dark  oppress  thee, 
 Jesus  guides  thee  on  thy  way  ; 
 
 He  will  hear  thy  lightest  whisper, 
 
 Pilgrim,  watch  and  pray.  Fanny  Crosby. 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.     Mus.  Leaves. 
 
 The  Pilgrim*  Song. 
 
 TT^E  have  no  home  but  heaven, 
 
 T  T     A  pilgrim  garb  we  wear ; 
 
 Our  path  is  marked  by  changes, 
 
 And  strewed  with  many  a  care ; 
 Surrounded  by  temptation, 
 
 By  varied  ills  oppressed, 
 Each  day's  experience  warns  us 
 
 That  this  is  not  our  rest. 
 
 Chorus  :  We  have  no  home  but  heaven ! 
 We  want  no  home  beside  ; 
 O  God !  our  Friend  and  Father ! 
 Our  footsteps  thither  guide  ! 
 
 2  We  have  no  home  but  heaven ! 
 Then  wherefore  seek  one  here  ? 
 
 Why  murmur  at  privations, 
 
 Or  grieve  when  trouble  's  near  ? 
 It  is  but  for  a  season 
 
 That  we  as  strangers  roam, 
 And  strangers  must  not  look  for 
 
 The  comforts  of  a  home. 
 
 3  "We  have  no  home  but  heaven ! 
 How  cheering  is  the  thought, 
 
 How  bright  the  expectation 
 
 Which  God's  own  word  has  taught. 
 With  eager  hearts  we  hasten, 
 
 The  promised  bliss  to  share ; 
 We  have  no  home  but  heaven ! 
 
 Oh  would  that  we  were  there ! 
 619 
 
951,  952.]  THE   PILGRIM 
 
 951. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.     Golden  Shower,  102. 
 We  are  Pilgrims, 
 
 WE  are  pilgrims  on  the  earth, 
 Journeying  onward  from  our  birth, 
 Every  hour  and  every  breath 
 Brings  us  nearer  still  to  death. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 Yes,  we  are  pilgrims,  Yes,  we  are  pilgrims, 
 Yes,  we  are  pilgrims  on  our  journey  home. 
 
 2  But  beyond  that  vale  of  tears, 
 Lies  the  land  that  knows  no  fears, 
 Where  our  steps  no  more  may  roam, 
 Pilgrims  we  are  going  home ! 
 
 3  Home  to  long-lost  friends  and  dear, 
 Who  are  missed  and  mourned  for  here, 
 Home  to  endless  peace  and  love, 
 
 In  our  Father's  house  above. 
 
 4  Let  not  trifles  by  the  way, 
 Tempt  our  hearts  or  steps  to  stray, 
 From  that  narrow  path  and  strait 
 Leading  to  the  golden  gate. 
 
 5  No,  our  faith  hath  one  in  view, 
 Who  was  once  a  pilgrim  too ; 
 From  his  track  we  will  not  roam, 
 For  to  Christ  we  're  cmine;  home. 
 
 1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.  Rakem. 
 
 Pilgrims  and  Strangers;  homeward  bound. 
 
 LEADER  of  faithful  souls,  and  guide 
 Of  all  that  travel  to  the  sky, 
 Come,  and  with  us,  e'en  us,  abide, 
 Who  would  on  thee  alone  rely ; 
 On  thee  alone  our  spirits  stay, 
 While  held  in  life's  uneven  way. 
 620 
 
AND   STRANGER.  [953. 
 
 2  Strangers  and  pilgrims  here  below, 
 This  earth,  we  know,  is  not  our  place ; 
 
 But  hasten  through  the  vale  of  woe, 
 
 And,  restless  to  behold  thy  face, 
 Swift  to  our  heavenly  country  move, 
 Our  everlasting  home  above. 
 
 3  We've  no  abiding  city  here, 
 But  seek  a  city  out  of  sight ; 
 
 Thither  our  steady  course  we  steer, 
 Aspiring  to  the  plains  of  light, — 
 Jerusalem,  the  saints'  abode, 
 Whose  founder  is  the  living  God.  J".   Wesley. 
 
 i  P.M.     Children's  Hos.,  81. 
 
 ►#  Earth1  s  Sorroiv  and  Joy. 
 
 PILGRIM,  is  earth  to  thee 
 Gloomy  and  sad  ? 
 Unto  thy  Saviour  flee, 
 He  '11  not  upbraid ; 
 God  loves  the  penitent, 
 
 He  heard  thy  sigh, 
 Saw  the  tear  when  it  went 
 Down  from  thine  eye. 
 
 2  Look  to  the  sky  above, 
 And  thence  be  taught, 
 
 What  God,  in  matchless  love, 
 
 For  thee  hath  wrought ; 
 See  through  yon  clouds  so  dark, 
 
 Bright  blue  beyond ! 
 Jesus'  smile  rests  on  thee, 
 
 "  Then  joy  is  found." 
 
 3  Sadness  by  sin  is  caused, 
 Joy  is  from  God ; 
 
 In  Adam  all  are  lost, 
 
 Saved  in  the  Lord ; 
 Sorrow  a  night  may  last, 
 
 Sorrow  for  sin ; 
 But  when  night  has  gone  past, 
 
 "Joy  cometh  in."  * 
 
 621      • 
 
954,  955.]  the  piLGRra 
 
 r\  w  i  P.  M.     Golden  Chain,  90. 
 
 t/*_)-±.  Bound  for  the  Land  of  the  Living. 
 
 I  AM  bound  for  the  land  of  the  living, 
 Oh  hinder  me  not  on  my  way  ; 
 The  sunlight  is  brightening  before  me, 
 
 That  heralds  eternity's  day. 
 The  flowers  that  bloom  in  my  pathway 
 Breathe  odors  that  waft  me  right  on ; 
 They  lure  me  no  longer  to  tarry, 
 
 But  welcome  earth's  time  to  be  gone. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 There  'a  a  happy  home  beyond  this  world  of  care, 
 A  home  above,  where  all  is  love ; 
 And  the  good  shall  all  meet  there. 
 
 2  I  am  waiting  the  summons  that  bids  me 
 Xo  longer  a  pilgrim  to  roam, 
 
 But,  leaving  the  past  in  this  death-land, 
 Make  the  land  of  the  living  my  home. 
 
 The  messenger-angel  stands  waiting 
 The  signal  to  whisper  to  me, 
 
 That  the  place  is  prepared  for  my  dwelling, 
 And  the  Master  is  calling  for  me. 
 
 3  The  land  of  the  living  is  yonder ; 
 There  life  to  its  fullness  has  grown ; 
 
 There  sin  and  temptation  and  sorrow, 
 And  sickness  and  death,  are  unknown. 
 
 There  the  songs  of  redemption  are  chanted 
 By  a  holy,  harmonious  band ; 
 
 Oh,  when  shall  I  leave  this  clay  casket, 
 
 And  fly  to  my  home  in  that  land  ?  * 
 
 L.  M. 
 
 Zioiis  Pilgrims, 
 
 PILGRIMS  we  are,  to  Canaan  bound, 
 Oar  journey  lies  along  this  road; 
 This  wilderness  we  travel  round, 
 To  reach  the  city  of  our  God. 
 622 
 
AND    STRANGER.  [956. 
 
 Chorus  :. 
 
 O  happy  pilgrims,  spotless  fair, 
 
 What  makes  your  robes  so  white  appear? 
 
 Our  robes  are  washed  in  Jesus'  blood, 
 And  we  are  traveling  home  to  God. 
 
 2  A  few  more  days,  or  weeks,  or  years, 
 In  this  dark  desert  to  complain  ; 
 
 A  few  more  sighs,  a  few  more  tears, 
 And  we  shall  bid  adieu  to  pain. 
 
 3  O  blessed  land  !  O  happy  land  ! 
 When  shall  we  reach  thy  golden  shore  ? 
 
 And  one  redeemed,  unbroken  band 
 United  be  for  evermore. 
 
 4  And  if  our  robes  are  pure  and  white, 
 May  we  all  reach  that  blest  abode? 
 
 Oh  yes,  they  all  shall  crwell  in  light, 
 Whose  robes  are  washed  in  Jesus'  blood. 
 
 5  We  all  shall  reach  that  golden  shore 
 If  here  we  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray; 
 
 Straight  is  the  way,  and  straight  the  door, 
 And  none  but  pilgrims  find  the  way. 
 
 6  Oh  may  we  meet  at  last  above, 
 Amid  the  holy  blood-washed  throng, 
 
 And  sing  forever  Jesus'  love, 
 
 While  saints  and  angels  join  the  song.  * 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.     Chil.  Hos.,  64. 
 I'm  going  to  Mount  Zion, 
 
 I'M  going  to  Mount  Zion, 
 The  city  of  my  God, 
 To  join  the  ransomed  millions, 
 
 Within  that  blest  abode  : 
 Enrobed  in  spotless  garments, 
 
 Washed  white  in  Jesus'  blood, 
 They  bear  the  palm  of  victory, 
 In  the  citv  of  my  God. 
 
 623 
 
957.]  THE  PILGRIM 
 
 2  I'm  going  to  see  Jesus, 
 In  the  city  of  my  God, 
 
 And  view  him  in  his  glory, 
 
 Without  a  dimming  cloud : 
 To  take  the  crown  and  kingdom 
 
 He  purchased  with  his  blood, 
 And  reign  with  him  forever, 
 
 In  the  city  of  my  God. 
 
 3  I'm  going  to  hear  th'  millions, 
 In  the  city  of  my  God, 
 
 Like  the  voice  of  many  waters, 
 And  sound  of  thunders  loud : 
 
 Rehearse  Immanuel's  triumph, 
 O'er  death  and  hell  subdued ; 
 
 And  welcome  home  his  ransomed, 
 To  the  city  of  my  God. 
 
 4  A  little  while  a  pilgrim, 
 To  the  city  of  my  God, 
 
 A  little  while  a  soldier, 
 
 Amid  life's  battle  crowd ; 
 And  I  will  drop  my  armor 
 
 On  nearing  Jordan's  flood, 
 And  the  pearly  portals  enter 
 
 To  the  city  of  my  God. 
 
 5  Press  onward,  brother  pilgrim, 
 To  the  city  of  my  God, 
 
 Along  the  olden  pathway, 
 
 Our  sainted  fathers  trod  ; 
 By  the  sure  word  of  promise, 
 
 And  Jesus'  conquering  blood, 
 We  shall  come  home  to  Zion, 
 
 The  city  of  our  God. 
 
 Q^ry  9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s. 
 
 fj  t)  I  •        Nevermore  be  sad  or  weary. 
 
 THIS  is  not  my  place  of  resting, 
 Mine 's  a  city  yet  to  come ; 
 Onward  to  it  I  am  hasting, 
 On  to  my  eternal  home. 
 624 
 
AND    STRANGER.  [958. 
 
 Chorus  :  Nevermore,  Nevermore, 
 
 Nevermore  be  Bad  or  weaiy, 
 Nevermore,  Nevermore, 
 
 Nevermore  to  mourn  again. 
 
 2  In  it  all  is  light  and  glory, 
 O'er  it  shines  a  nighties-  day; 
 
 Every  trace  of  sin's  sad  story- 
 All  the  curse  ay. 
 
 3  There  the  Lamb,  our  Shepherd,  leads  us 
 By  the  streams  of  life  along, 
 
 On  the  freshest  pastures  feeds  us, 
 Turns  our  sighing  into  song. 
 
 4  Soon  we  pass  this  dreary  desert, 
 Soon  we  bid  farewell  to  pain, 
 
 Nevermore  be  sad  or  weary, 
 
 Nevermore  to  weep  again.  Bonar. 
 
 8. 
 
 P.  M.  Gold.  Ch.,  49. 
 
 The  Gospel  Slap. 
 
 THE  gospel  ship  is  sailing,  sailing,  sailing, 
 The  gospel  ship  is  sailing, 
 Bound  for  Canaan's  happy  short, 
 All  who  would  ship  for  glory,  glory,  glory, 
 All  who  would  ship  for  glory, 
 
 Come  and  welcome,  rich  and  poor. 
 Glory,  hallelujah! 
 All  on  board  are  sweetly  singing, 
 Glory,  hallelujah  ! 
 Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb ! 
 
 2  She  has  landed  many  thousands, 
 
 Thousands,  thousands , 
 She  has  landed  many  thousand-, 
 On  fair  Canaan's  happy  shore ; 
 And  thousands  now  are  sailing, 
 
 Sailing,  sailing, 
 And  thousands  now  are  sailing, 
 Yet  there 's  room  for  thousands  more. 
 
 Glorv,  hallelujah,  etc. 
 
 2  B  625 
 
959.]  THE   PILGEESI 
 
 3  Sails  filled  with  heavenly  breezes, 
 
 Breezes,  breezes, 
 Sails  filled  with  heavenly  breezes, 
 Swiftly  glides  the  ship  along. 
 Her  company  are  singing, 
 
 Singing,  singing, 
 Her  company  are  singing, 
 Glory,  glory  is  their  song. 
 
 Glory,  hallelujah,  &c. 
 
 4  Take  passage  now  for  glory, 
 
 Glory,  glory, 
 Take  passage  now  for  glory, 
 Sailing  o'er  life's  troubled  sea ; 
 With  us  you  shall  be  happy, 
 
 Happy,  happy, 
 With  us  you  shall  be  happy, 
 Happy  through  eternity. 
 
 Glory,  hallelujah,  &c.  Mrs.  Valler champ. 
 
 ft  ^ ft  P.  M.  6s  &  4s.    Happy  Vol,  184. 
 
 *)Oi)o  A.  Stranger  here. 
 
 I'  M  but  a  stranger  here — 
 Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
 Earth  is  a  desert  drear — 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home ; 
 
 Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
 
 Round  me  on  every  hand — 
 
 Heaven  is  my  fatherland ; 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home. 
 
 2  What  though  the  tempests  rage  ? 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
 Short  is  my  pilgrimage — 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home ; 
 And  time's  wild,  wintry  blast 
 Soon  will  be  overpast  ; 
 I  shall  reach  home  at  last — 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home. 
 
 626 
 
AND    STRANGER.  [9G0,  961. 
 
 3  Therefore  I  murmur  not — 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home ; 
 Whate'er  my  earthly  lot, 
 
 Heaven  is,  my  home ; 
 And  I  shall  surely  stand 
 There  at  my  Lord's  right  hand — 
 Heaven  is  my  fatherland  ; 
 
 Heaven  is  my  home.  Taylor. 
 
 960. 
 
 C.  M.  Ohio. 
 
 Title  to  Heaven* 
 
 TT^HEX  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
 
 M     To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
 
 1  '11  bid  fore  well  to  every  fear, 
 
 And  wipe  my  weeping  eye^. 
 
 2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
 And  fiery  darts  be  hurled, 
 
 Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
 And  face  a  frowning  world. 
 
 3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
 And  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 
 
 May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
 My  God,  my  heaven,  myall! 
 
 4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 
 In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
 
 And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
 
 Across  my  peaceful  breast.  Watts* 
 
 Qp-j  P.  ML  7s  &  4s.     S.  S.  Hos.,  p.  107. 
 
 i/DJL.      The  lonely  and  weary  Traveler. 
 
 I'M  a  lonely  traveler  here, 
 Weary,  oppressed ; 
 But  my  journey's  end  ifl  near, 
 
 Soon  I  shall  rest. 
 Dark  and  dreary  is  the  way, 
 
 Toiling  I  've  come ; 
 Ask  me  not  with  you  to  stay : 
 Yonder  's  my  home. 
 
 627 
 
962.]  THE   PLLGRBI 
 
 2  I  'm  a  weary  traveler  here, 
 I  must  go  on  ; 
 
 For  my  journey's  end  is  near, 
 
 I  must  be  gone. 
 Brighter  joys  than  earth  can  give 
 
 Win  me  away ; 
 Pleasures  that  forever  live  : 
 
 I  can  not  stay. 
 
 3  I  'm  a  traveler  to  a  land 
 Where  all  is  fair, 
 
 Where  is  seen  no  broken  band, 
 
 Saints  all  are  there. 
 Where  no  tear  shall  ever  fall, 
 
 Xo  heart  be  sad  ; 
 Yrhere  the  glory  is  for  all, 
 
 And  all  are  glad. 
 
 4  I'm  a  traveler,  and  I  go 
 Where  ail  is  fair  ; 
 
 Farewell  all  I  've  loved  below, 
 
 I  must  be  there. 
 Worldly  honors,  hopes  and  gain, 
 
 All  I  resign ; 
 Welcome  sorrow,  grief  and  pain, 
 
 If  heaven  be  mine. 
 
 5  I'm  a  traveler ;  call  me  not : 
 Upward 's  my  way  ; 
 
 Yonder  is  my  rest  and  lot : 
 
 I  can  not  stay. 
 Farewell,  earthly  pleasures  all, 
 
 Pilgrim  I  roam : 
 Hail  me  not ;  in  vain  you  call : 
 
 Yonder 's  my  home.  E.  J.  Day. 
 
 QpQ  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.     S.  S.  Hos.,  50. 
 
 e^/Ori*  Out  on  the  Ocean  sailing. 
 
 Y\^E  are  out  on  an  ocean  sailing ; 
 Y I     Homeward  bound,  we  smoothly  glide  ; 
 We  are  out  on  an  ocean,  sailing 
 To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 
 628 
 
AND   STRANGER.  [963. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 All  the  storms  will  soon  be  over, 
 Then  we  '11  anchor  in  the  harbor ; 
 
 We  are  out  on  an  ocean,  sailing 
 To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 
 
 2  Millions  now  are  safely  landed 
 Over  on  the  golden  shore  ; 
 
 Millions  more  are  on  their  journey, 
 Yet  there  'a  room  for  millions  more. 
 
 3  Come  on  board,  oh,  ship  for  glory, 
 Be  in  haste,  make  up  your  mind, 
 
 For  our  vessel 's  weighing  anchor, 
 And  you  may  be  left  behind. 
 
 4  When  we  all  are  safely  anchored, 
 We  will  shout  our  journey  o'er, 
 
 We  will  walk  about  the  city 
 And  will  sing  for  evermore. 
 
 r\pch  R  M*  10s-    Happy  Voices,  211. 
 
 JOOi  Joyfully  going  home, 
 
 JOYFULLY,  joyfully  onward  I  move, 
 Bound  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above ; 
 Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come — 
 Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home  !  ? 
 Soon,  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
 Home  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  I  go  ; 
 Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  I  roam ; 
 Joyfully,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 
 
 2  Friends,  fondly  cherished,  have  passed  on  before, 
 "Waiting,  they  watch  me  approaching  the  shore  ; 
 Singing  to  cheer  me  thro'  death's  chilling  gloom : 
 Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 
 Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear  ; 
 Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear! 
 Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high  dome — 
 Joyfullv,  jovfully  haste  to  thy  home. 
 629 
 
964.]  THE  PILGRIM 
 
 3  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war,  lay  me  low; 
 Strike,  king  of  terrors  I  I  fear  not  the  blow ; 
 Jesus  has  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb ! 
 Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I  go  home. 
 Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn ; 
 Death  shall  be  banished,  his  scepter  be  gone ; 
 Joyfully,  then,  shall  I  witness  his  doom, 
 Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 
 
 964. 
 
 P.  M.  10s  &  4s.     S.  S.  Hos.,  42. 
 Homeward  bound. 
 
 OUT  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride, 
 We  're  homeward  bound ; 
 Tossed  on  the  waves  of  a  rough,  restless  tide, 
 
 We  're  homeward  bound  ; 
 Far  from  the  safe,  quiet  harbor  we  've  rode, 
 Seeking  our  Father's  celcstirJ  abode, 
 Promise  of  which  on  us  each  he  bestowed, 
 We  're  homeward  bound. 
 
 2  Wildly  the  storm  sweeps  us  on  as  it  roars, 
 
 We  're  homeward  bound  ; 
 Look !  yonder  lie  the  bright  heavenly  shores, 
 
 We  're  homeward  bound ; 
 Steady,  O  pilot !  stand  firm  at  the  wheel ; 
 Steady !  we  soon  shall  outweather  the  gale. 
 Oh,  how  we  fly  'neath  the  loud-creaking  sail ! 
 
 We  're  homeward  bound. 
 
 3  We  11  tell  the  world,  as  wTe  journey  along, 
 
 We  're  homeward  bound ; 
 Try  to  persuade  them  to  enter  our  throng, 
 
 We're  homeward  bound. 
 Come,  trembling  sinner,  forlorn  and  oppressed, 
 tJoin  in  our  number,  oh  come  and  be  blest, 
 •Journey  with  us  to  the  mansions  of  rest, 
 
 We're  homeward  bound. 
 630 
 
AND  STRANGER  [965. 
 
 4  Into  the  harbor  of  heaven  Ave  glide, 
 
 We  're  home  at  last ; 
 Softly  we  drift  on  its  bright  silver  tide, 
 
 We  're  home  at  last ; 
 Glory  to  God !  all  our  dangers  are  o'er, 
 We  stand  secure  on  the  glorified  shore. 
 Glory  to  God  !  we  will  shout  evermore, 
 
 We  're  home  at  last.  >;: 
 
 /\/*£  P.  M.  8s  &  4s.     Gol.  Cens.,  p.  78, 
 
 t/OOo  Poor  Pilgrim.  or  Walscii. 
 
 COME,  poor  pilgrim,  sad  and  weary, 
 Why  heaves  thy  breast? 
 Roaming  this  wide  world  so  dreary, 
 
 Sighing  for  rest. 
 There  is  rest  for  thee  in  glory, 
 
 Among  the  blest ; 
 Listen  to  the  joyful  story, 
 There,  there  is  rest. 
 
 Chorus : 
 There  is  rest,  sweet  rest, 
 
 There  is  rest,  sweet  rest, 
 Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
 
 And  the  weary  are  at  rest, 
 Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
 
 And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 
 
 2  There  are  those  who  've  gone  before  us, 
 All  who  are  blest : 
 
 Singing  now  the  happy  chorus, 
 
 There,  there  is  rest. 
 There  the  golden  harps  are  ringing, 
 
 Harps  of  the  blest ; 
 And  the  angel-bands  are  singing, 
 
 There,  there  is  rest. 
 
 3  And,  while  we  on  earth  are  praying, 
 Jesus  the  Blest 
 
 Unto  us  is  sweetly  saying, 
 There,  there  is  rest. 
 
 631 
 
906.]  THE  PILGRM 
 
 We  shall  meet  "where  parting  never 
 
 Comes  to  the  blest ; 
 And  we'll  safely  dwell  forever 
 
 In  heavenlv  rest. 
 
 r\fif^  C.  M.  Chil.  Hos.,  16. 
 
 JOO.       There  are  no  Tears  in  Heaven. 
 
 TT7HAT  if  our  bark  o'er  life's  rough  wave 
 ?  T    By  adverse  winds  be  driven ; 
 And  howling  tempests  round  us  rave, 
 
 There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 
 What  though  affliction  be  our  lot, 
 
 Our  hearts  with  anguish  riven ; 
 Still  let  it  never  be  forgot, 
 
 There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 Then  come  and  join  the  pilgrim  band, 
 Our  toils  and  triumphs  share  ; 
 We  soon  shall  reach  that  happy  land, 
 And  rest  forever  there. 
 
 2  Our  sweetest  joys  here  banish  all, 
 And  fade  like  hues  at  even, 
 
 Our  brightest  hopes  like  meteors  fall — 
 
 There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 
 The  mourner  sad,  who,  drowned  in  grief, 
 
 Hath  long  in  sorrow  striven, 
 Shall  find,  at  last,  a  sweet  relief — 
 
 Tears  wiped  away  in  heaven. 
 
 3  Thou,  God,  our  joy  and  rest  shalt  be, 
 And  sorrow  far  be  driven  ; 
 
 And  sin  and  death  forever  flee — 
 
 There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 
 There  from  the  blooming  tree  of  life, 
 
 The  healing  fruit  is  given ; 
 There,  there  shall  cease  the  painful  strife — 
 
 There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 
 632 
 
967. 
 
 AND    STRANGER.  [967. 
 
 P.  M.  Bs#4a.     Gold.  Cex.,  65. 
 Weary  of  wandering  long, 
 
 T  V^EARY  of  wand'ring  long, 
 T  T     My  sore  heart  saith, 
 "  Show  mo  thy  way,'  O  Lord! 
 Teach  me  thy  path!  " 
 
 1  thought  these  weary  feet 
 Straightway  would  find 
 
 All  rough  and  rugged  paths 
 Left  far  behind. 
 
 2  But,  as  I  onward  passed, 
 The  way  grew  steep  ; 
 
 And  black  clouds  gathered  fast, 
 
 And  skies  did  weep, 
 And  darkness  seemed  to  hide 
 
 The  toilsome  road  ; 
 Amazed,  again  I  cried, 
 
 -Thy  way,  OGod!" 
 
 3  "A  lamp  unto  my  feet," 
 God's  word  did  prove  ; 
 
 A  "  still,  small  voice,"  and  sweet, 
 
 Spoke  thus  in  love  :  — 
 "  Whoso,  through  night  and  day, 
 
 God's  way  pursues, 
 Him  shall  he  teach  the  way 
 
 That  he  shall  choose." 
 
 4  Then,  since  he  chose  for  me 
 This  rugged  j>ath, 
 
 My  hand  in  his  shall  be 
 
 With  steadfast  faith : 
 Each  step,  this  darksome  night, 
 
 Is  bringing  me 
 Still  nearer  to  the  bright 
 
 Eternity.  Miss  J".  IF.  Sampson 
 
 2B2  633 
 
968,  969.]  THE   PILGRIM 
 
 QpQ  P.  M.  12s  &  7s.    Gold  Ch.,  77. 
 
 I/DO.  The  evergreen  Shore. 
 
 WE  are  joyously  voyaging  over  the  main, 
 Bound  for  the  evergreen  shore ; 
 Whose  inhabitants  never  of  sickness  complain, 
 And  never  see  death  any  more. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 Then  let  the  hurricane  roar, 
 
 It  will  the  sooner  be  o'er; 
 We'll  weather  the  blast,  and  we'll  land  at  last, 
 
 Safe  on  the  evergreen  shore. 
 
 2  We  have  nothing  to  fear  from  the  wind  and  the  wave, 
 
 Under  our  Saviour's  command; 
 And  our  hearts,  in  the  midst  of  the  dangers  are  brave, 
 For  Jesus  will  bring  us  to  land. 
 
 3  Both  the  winds  and  the  waves  our  Commander  controls; 
 
 Nothing  can  baffle  his  skill : 
 And  his  voice  when  the  thundering  hurricane  rolls, 
 Can  make  the  loud  tempest  be  still. 
 
 4  In  the  thick  murky  night,  when  the  stars  and  the  moon. 
 
 Send  not  a  glimmering  ray, 
 Then  the  light  of  his  countenance,  brighter  than  noon, 
 Will  drive  all  our  terror  away. 
 
 5  Let  the  high  heaving  billow  and  mountainous  wave, 
 
 Fearfully  overhead  break ; 
 There  is  one  by  our  side  that  can  comfort  and  save; — 
 There  's  one  who  will  never  forsake. 
 
 G  Let  the  vessel  be  wrecked  on  the  rock,  or  the  shoal, 
 
 Sink  to  be  seen  nevermore; 
 He  will  bear,  none  the  less,  every  passenger  soul, 
 
 Safe,  safe  to  the  evergreen  shore.    W.  D.  Hunter ',  D.  D. 
 
 Q£Q  9th  P'  M'  8s  &  7s#    GoLD*  Ch''  78* 
 
 t)\)t/m  The  better  Land. 
 
 WHITHER,  pilgrims,  are  you  going, 
 Going  each  with  staff  in  hand  ? 
 We  are  going  on  a  journey, 
 
 Going  at  our  King's  command. 
 Over  hills,  and  plains,  and  valleys, 
 
 "We  are  going  to  his  palace, 
 We  are  going  to  his  palace, 
 Going  to  the  better  land. 
 634 
 
AND    STRANGER.  [970. 
 
 2  Fear  ye  not  the  way  so  lonely, 
 You,  a  little,  feeble  bandy 
 
 No,  for  friends  unseen,  are  near  us, 
 
 Holy  angels  round  us  stand. 
 Christ,  our  leader,  walks  beside  us, 
 
 He  will  guard  and  he  will  guide  us, 
 He  will  guard  and  he  will  guide  us, 
 
 Guide  us  to  that  better  land. 
 
 3  Tell  me,  pilgrims,  what  you  hope  for 
 In  that  far-off,  better  land  ? 
 
 Spotless  robes  and  crowns  of  glory 
 
 From  a  Saviour's  loving  hand. 
 We  shall  drink  of  life's  clear  river, 
 
 We  shall  dwell  with  God  forever, 
 We  shall  dwell  with  God  forever, 
 
 In  that  bright,  that  better  land. 
 
 4  Pilgrims,  may  we  travel  with  you 
 To  that  bright  and  better  land  ? 
 
 Come  and  welcome,  come  and  welcome, 
 
 Welcome  to  our  pilgrim  band. 
 Come,  oh  come,  and  do  not  leave  us, 
 
 Christ  is  waiting  to  receive  us, 
 Christ  is  waiting  to  receive  us. 
 
 In  that  bright,  that  better  land.  * 
 
 9ry  a  P.  M.  5s  <£  8s.  Pilgrim. 
 
 I  \J.  Jesus,  still  lead  on. 
 
 JESUS,  still  lead  on, 
 Till  our  rest  be  won  ; 
 And  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 
 We  will  follow  calm  and  fearless  ; 
 Guide  us  by  thy  hand 
 To  our  fatherland. 
 
 2  If  the  way  be  drear, 
 
 If  the  foe  be  near, 
 Let  not  faithless  foes  o  'ertake  us, 
 Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake  us ; 
 
 For  through  many  a  foe 
 
 To  our  home  we  go. 
 
 635 
 
971,  972.]      ,  THE  PILGRIM 
 
 3  When  we  seek  relief 
 From  a  long-felt  grief ; 
 
 When  temptations  come  alluring, 
 Make  us  patient  and  enduring, 
 
 Show  us  that  bright  shore 
 
 Where  we  weep  no  more. 
 
 4  Jesus,  still  lead  on, 
 Till  our  rest  be  won ; 
 
 Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct  us, 
 Still  support,  control,  protect  us, 
 
 Till  we  safely  land 
 
 In  our  fatherland.  Count  Zinzendorf. 
 
 nry-i  P.  1L     Sweet  Singer,  100. 
 
 V  I  JL«     Say,  Brothers,  ivill  you  meet  us? 
 
 SAY,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us, 
 Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us, 
 Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us 
 On  Canaan's  happy  shore? 
 
 Chorus  :  Glory,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
 Glory,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
 Glory,  glory,  hallelujah! 
 Forever,  evermore ! 
 
 2  By  the  grace  of  God  we  '11  meet  you, 
 By  the  grace  of  God  Ave  11  meet  you, 
 By  the  grace  of  God  Ave  '11  meet  you 
 Where  parting  is  no  more.     Glory,  &c. 
 
 3  Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever, 
 Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever, 
 Jesus  lives  and  reigns  forever 
 
 On  Canaan's  happy  shore.     Glory,  &c.  * 
 
 qpvq  9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.     Gold.  Cen.,  98. 
 
 t)  I  hJm  The  Land  of  Promise. 
 
 WE  are  bound  for  the  land  of  promise, 
 Who  will  join  our  happy  throng? 
 We  are  bound  for  the  land  of  promise 
 And  our  march  will  not  be  long. 
 636 
 
and  stranger.  [(j73. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 We  shall  meet,  no  more  to  sever, 
 
 In  that  sunny  land  forever; 
 We  are  bound  for  the  land  of  promise, 
 
 Come  and  join  our  happy  throng. 
 We  are  bound  for  the  land  of  the  promise, 
 
 Come  and  join  our  happy  throng. 
 
 2  Far  away  in  the  fields  of  glory 
 Saints  and  angels  sweetly  sing, 
 
 Far  away  in  the  fields  of  glory 
 Now  their  hallelujahs  ring. 
 
 3  When  our  hearts  are  oppressed  and  weary, 
 Jesus  bids  us  watch  and  pray ; 
 
 When  our  hearts  are  oppressed  and  weary, 
 He  will  cheer  us  on  our  way. 
 
 4  Onward,  then,  to  the  land  of  promise, 
 Stay  not  in  the  vale  below  ; 
 
 Onward,  haste  to  the  land  of  promise, 
 
 Where  the  streams  of  pleasure  flow.  # 
 
 Qryq  P.  M.  8s  &  6s.     Gold.  Cen.,  102. 
 
 t)  (  0.  Will  you  gof 
 
 Y\TE  'RE  trav'ling  home  to  heaven  above, 
 T  T     Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
 To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love, 
 
 Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 
 Millions  have  reached  that  blest  abode, 
 
 Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God ; 
 And  millions  now  are  on  the  road, 
 
 Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
 
 2  We  're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
 
 Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
 In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  his  name, 
 
 Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
 The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
 
 The  conqueror's  palms  our  hands  shall  bear, 
 And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share  ; 
 
 Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
 637 
 
974,  975.]         RELIGIOUS   DECLENSION, 
 
 3  Ye  weary,  heavy-laden,  come, 
 
 AVill  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
 Iu  the  blest  house  there  still  is  room, 
 
 Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
 The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive, 
 
 If  thou  wilt  on  him  now  believe, 
 He  ''11  give  thy  troubled  conscience  ease, 
 
 Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ?  * 
 
 9ry  i  C.  M.     Pilgrim's  Church. 
 
 I  dr.     The  broad  and  the  narrow  Way, 
 IT^IDE  is  the  gate,  and  broad  the  way, 
 Y  Y    Which  leads  to  endless  woe  ! 
 My  soul,  behold  what  multitudes 
 Down  to  perdition  go ! 
 
 2  But  yonder  see  that  narrow  path, 
 Which  leads  to  endless  bliss — 
 
 There  see  a  happy  chosen  few, 
 Redeemed  by  sovereign  grace. 
 
 3  They  from  destruction's  city  came, 
 To  Zion  upward  tend : 
 
 The  Bible  is  their  precious  map, 
 And  God  himself  their  friend. 
 
 4  Dear  Lord !  I  would  a  pilgrim  be ; 
 Guide  thou  my  feet  aright ; 
 
 I  would  not  for  ten  thousand  worlds, 
 Be  banished  from  thy  sight. 
 
 5  'T  is  heaven  to  see  thy  blissful  face — 
 I  long  to  dwell  above ; 
 
 To  feast  on  thy  unbounded  stores, 
 
 And  praise  redeeming  love.  * 
 
 Religious  Declension,  etc. 
 
 9py£  L.  M.  Sessions. 
 
 I  *j%  Prayer  for  Backsliders. 
 
 QHEPHERD  of  souls,  with  pitying  eye, 
 KJ  The  thousands  of  our  Israel  see : 
 To  thee  in  their  behalf  we  cry, 
 Ourselves  but  newly  found  in  thee. 
 638 
 
BACKSLIDDsGS    LAMENTED.  [976. 
 
 2  See  where  o'er  desert  wastes  they  err, 
 And  neither  food  nor  feeder  have; 
 
 Nor  fold,  nor  plaee  of  refuge  near ; 
 For  no  man  cares  their  souls  to  save. 
 
 3  Wild  as  the  untaught  Indian's  brood 
 The  Christian  savages  remain : 
 
 Strangers,  yea,  enemies  to  God, 
 
 They  make  thee  spill  thy  blood  in  vain. 
 
 4  Thy  people,  Lord,  are  sold  for  naught ; 
 Nor  know  they  their  Redeemer  nigh : 
 
 They  perish  whom  thyself  hast  bought ; 
 Their  souls  for  lack  of  knowledge  die. 
 
 5  The  pit  its  mouth  hath  opened  wide, 
 To  swallow  up  its  careless  prey : 
 
 Why  should  they  die,  when  thou  hast  died? 
 
 Hast  died  to  bear  their  sins  away  ?  C.  Wesley, 
 
 r^x%/n  15tt  P.  M.  Convert. 
 
 t)  i  0.  Backsliding  lamented. 
 
 A  H !  but  where  am  I  now  ? 
 j[\.  And  why  was  it  and  how, 
 That  I  fell  from  my  heaven  of  grace  ! 
 
 I  am  brought  into  thrall ; 
 
 I  am  stripped  of  my  all ; 
 
 1  am  banished  from  Jesus's  face ! 
 
 2  Hardly  yet  do  I  know, 
 How  I  let  my  Lord  go, 
 
 So  insensibly  started  aside  ; 
 
 But  whate'er  was  the  cause, 
 
 I  lament  the  sad  loss, 
 For  the  vail  has  come  over  my  heart. 
 
 3  Xow  no  tongue  can  declare, 
 The  keen  torment  I  bear, 
 
 While  no  end  of  my  troubles  I  see; 
 
 Onlv  Adam  could  tell, 
 
 On  the  day  that  he  fell, 
 And  was  turned  out  of  Eden,  like  me. 
 639 
 
977.]  RELIGIOUS   DECLENSION, 
 
 4  Driven  out  from  my  God, 
 I  now  wander  abroad ; 
 
 Through  a  desert  of  sorrow  I  rove ; 
 
 And  how  great  is  my  pain, 
 
 That  I  can  not  regain 
 My  lost  Eden  of  Jesus's  love ! 
 
 5  Ah !  shall  I  ever  rise 
 To  my  first'  paradise  ? 
 
 Ever  come  my  Redeemer  to  see  ? 
 
 Yes,  I  feel  a  faint  hope, 
 
 That  at  last  he  will  stoop, 
 And  his  pity  shall  bring  him  to  me.  * 
 
 S.  M.  Olmutz. 
 
 The  returning  Backslider. 
 
 HOW  can  I  vent  my  grief? 
 My  Comforter  is  fled ; 
 By  day  I  sigh  without  relief, 
 And  groan  upon  my  bed. 
 
 2  I  once  enjoyed  my  Lord, 
 Lived  happy  in  his  love : 
 
 Delighted  in  his  holy  word, 
 And  sought  my  rest  above. 
 
 3  But,  oh,  alas !  my  soul, 
 Where  is  my  comfort  now  ? 
 
 Why  did  I  let  my  love  grow  cold  ? 
 Ah !  why  to  idols  bow  ? 
 
 4  I  thought  I  might  conform, 
 Nor  singular  appear, 
 
 Converse  and  dress  as  others  did, 
 But  now  I  feel  the  snare. 
 
 5  My  confidence  is  gone  ; 
 I  find  no  words  to  say ; 
 
 Barren  and  lifeless  is  my  soul, 
 When  I  attempt  to  pray. 
 
 6  I  feel  ashamed  to  bow, 
 When  with  the  saints  I  meet ; 
 
 While  on  their  knees  my  brethren  cry, 
 I  stand  or  keep  my  seat. 
 640 
 
BACKSLIDINGS   LAMENTED.       [978,  979. 
 
 7  Trembling  to  Christ  I'll  fly, 
 
 And  all  my  sins  confess ; 
 At  Jesus'  cross  I  humbly  fall, 
 
 And  ask  restoring  grace.  *  \ 
 
 /-\ryQ  S.  M.  Lisbon. 
 
 *J  I  0#  Call  to  the  Lukeivarm. 
 
 YE,  who  in  former  days 
 Were  found  at  Zion's  gate ; 
 Who  walked  awhile  in  wisdom's  ways, 
 And  told  your  happy  state ; 
 
 2  But  now  to  sin  draw  back, 
 And  love  again  to  stray, 
 
 The  narrow  path  of  life  forsake, 
 And  choose  the  beaten  way ; 
 
 3  Think  not  your  names  above 
 Are  written  with  the  saints ; 
 
 The  promise  of  eternal  love 
 Is  his  who  never  faints. 
 
 4  Your  transient  joy  and  peace, 
 Your  deeper  doom  have  sealed ; 
 
 Unless  you  wake  to  righteousness, 
 
 Ere  judgment  is  revealed.  * 
 
 n^yn  C.  M.  Arlington. 
 
 t/  I  €/•  The  Garner  of  God. 
 
 COME,  thou  omniscient  Son  of  man, 
 Display  thy  sifting  power ; 
 Come,  with  thy  Spirit's  winnowing  fan, 
 And  throughly  purge  thy  floor. 
 
 2  The  chaff  of  sin,  th'  accursed  thing, 
 Far  from  our  souls  be  driven  ; 
 
 The  wheat  into  thy  garner  bring, 
 And  lay  us  up  for  heaven. 
 
 3  Whate  'er  offends  thy  glorious  eyes, 
 Far  from  our  hearts  remove ; 
 
 As  dust  before  the  whirlwind  flies, 
 Disperse  it  by  thy  love. 
 
 641     ■  . 
 
980,  981.]        RELIGIOUS   DECLENSION, 
 
 4  Then  let  us  all  thy  fullness  know, 
 
 From  every  sin  set  free  ; 
 Saved  to  the  utmost,  saved  below, 
 
 And  perfected  in  thee.  (X  Wesley. 
 
 9q(\  C.  M.  Ortoxville. 
 
 (j\Jm  Drawing  nearer  to  God. 
 
 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. 
 
 2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 
 When  first  I  saw  the  Lord? 
 
 Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
 Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 
 
 3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed, 
 How  sweet  their  menfry  still ! 
 
 But  they  have  left  an  aching  void, 
 The  world  can  never  fill. 
 
 4  Return,  0  holy  Dove,  return, 
 Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
 
 I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
 And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 
 
 5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
 Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
 
 Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
 And  worship  only  thee. 
 
 6  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.  Cotcper. 
 
 AQ-1  C.  M.  Warwick. 
 
 eJOJL  First  Love  lost. 
 
 SWEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
 The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood, 
 Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
 And  bring  me  home  to  God. 
 642 
 
BACKSLIDIXGS   LAMENTED.       [982,  983. 
 
 2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 
 His  praises  tuned  my  tongue ; 
 
 And  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed, 
 His  love  was  all  my  song. 
 
 3  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 
 And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 
 
 And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
 I  called  each  promise  mine. 
 
 4  But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails, 
 My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  ; 
 
 And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
 No  light  to  me  returns. 
 
 5  Rise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail, 
 And  make  my  soul  thy  care ; 
 
 1  know  thy  mercy  can  not  fail — 
 
 Let  me  that  mercy  share.  * 
 
 C.  M.  Howard. 
 
 Vain  Repentances. 
 
 TIMES  without  number  have  I  prayed, — 
 This  only  once  forgive  ; 
 Relapsing  when  thy  hand  was  stayed, 
 And  suffered  me  to  live : 
 
 2  Yet  now  the  kingdom  of  thy  peace, 
 Lord,  to  my  heart  restore ; 
 
 Forgive  my  vain  repentances, 
 
 And  bid  me  sin  no  more.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 AQO  L.  M.  Lockwood. 
 
 JOOo  Awake,  Jerusalem. 
 
 AWAKE,  Jerusalem,  awake, 
 X o  longer  in  thy  sins  lie  down ; 
 The  garment  of  salvation  take, 
 
 Thy  beauty  and  thy  strength  put  on. 
 
 2  Shake  off  the  dust  that  blinds  thy  sight, 
 And  hides  the  promise  from  thine  eyes; 
 
 Arise,  and  struggle  into  light, 
 The  great  Deliverer  calls,  Arise ! 
 643       . 
 
984.]  RELIGIOUS   DECLENSION, 
 
 3  Shake  off  the  bands  of  sad  despair, 
 Zion,  assert  thy  liberty ; 
 
 Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare, 
 And  God  shall  set  the  captive  free. 
 
 4  Vessels  of  mercy,  sons  of  grace, 
 Be  purged  from  every  sinful  stain, 
 
 Be  like  your  Lord,  his  word  embrace, 
 Nor  bear  his  hallowed  name  in  vain. 
 
 5  The  Lord  shall  in  your  front  appear, 
 And  lead  the  pompous  triumph  on ; 
 
 His  glory  shall  bring  up  the  rear, 
 
 And  perfect  what  his  grace  begun.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 i 
 
 C.  M.  Dedham. 
 
 Will  you,  too,  forsake  the  Lord  t 
 
 TYTHEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 
 IT     (Alas,  what  numbers  do!) 
 Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  sav, 
 "  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too?" 
 
 2  Ah,  Lord !  with  such  a  heart  as  mine 
 Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 
 
 I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  decline 
 And  prove  like  them  at  last. 
 
 3  Yet  thou  alone  hast  power,  I  know, 
 To  save  a  wretch  like  me  ; 
 
 To  whom,  or  whither  could  I  go, 
 If  I  should  turn  from  thee  ? 
 
 4  Beyond  a  doubt,  I  rest  assured, 
 Thou  art  the  Christ  of  God ; 
 
 Who  hast  eternal  life  secured, 
 By  promise  and  by  blood. 
 
 5  Kb  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest, 
 And  bid  my  fears  depart : 
 
 No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest, 
 And  satisfy  my  heart. 
 
 G44 
 
BACKSLIDINGS  LAMENTED.  [985. 
 
 6  What  anguish  has  this  question  stirred, 
 
 "If  I  will  also  go?" 
 Yet,  Lord,  reiving  on  thy  word, 
 
 I  humbly  answer — No  !  * 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.  Oron. 
 
 Me  rcy  s  upp  Ilea  ted. 
 
 DEPTH  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 
 Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
 Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear  ? 
 Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 Saviour,  look  with  pitying  eye ; 
 Saviour,  help  me,  or  I  die  ; 
 Saviour,  help  me  ;  Saviour,  help  me ; 
 Saviour,  help  me,  or  I  die. 
 
 2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace, 
 Long  provoked  him  to  his  face  ; 
 Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls : 
 Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 
 
 3  Kindled  his  relentings  are, 
 Me  he  now  delights  to  spare  I 
 Cries,  "  How  shall  I  give  thee  up !  " 
 Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 
 
 4  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands ; 
 Shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his  hands  ! 
 God  is  love !  I  know,  I  feel ; 
 
 Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 
 
 5  Jesus,  answer  from  above, 
 Is  not  all  thy  nature  love  ? 
 Wilt  thou  not  the  wrong  forget? 
 Suffer  me  to  kiss  thy  feet. 
 
 6  Now  incline  me  to  repent ! 
 Let  me  now  my  fall  lament ! 
 Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore ! 
 
 Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more.  G  Wesley* 
 
 645 
 
986,  987.]      religious  declension, 
 
 9Qp  C.  M.  Tappan. 
 
 00.  Striving  against  sensual  Influences. 
 
 TFHY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee, 
 T  T    My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
 
 Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
 With  thee — no  more  by  night? 
 
 2  Why  should  my  foolish  passions  rove  ? 
 Where  can  such  sweetness  be, 
 
 As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love, 
 As  I  have  found  in  thee  ? 
 
 3  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 
 The  savor  of  thy  grace, 
 
 My  heart  presumes  I  can  not  lose 
 The  relish  all  my  days. 
 
 4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 
 The  flattering  world  employs 
 
 Some  sensusal  bait  to  seize  my  taste, 
 And  to  pollute  my  joys. 
 
 5  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus, 
 In  chase  of  false  delight : 
 
 Let  me  be  fastened  to  thy  cross, 
 Rather  than  lose  thy  sight. 
 
 6  Make  haste,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal, 
 And  bring  my  heart  to  rest 
 
 On  the  dear  center  of  my  soul, 
 
 My  God,  my  Saviour's  breast.  * 
 
 9q^v  L.  M.  Quito. 
 
 O  I  •  Bumble  Confession. 
 
 SAVIOUR,  I  now  with  shame  confess 
 My  thirst  for  creature  happiness ; 
 By  base  desires  I  wronged  thy  love, 
 And  forced  thy  mercy  to  remove. 
 
 2  Yet,  oh  the  riches  of  thy  grace ! 
 Thou,  who  hast  seen  my  evil  ways, 
 Wilt  freely  my  backalidings  heal, 
 And  pardon  on  my  conscience  seal. 
 646 
 
BACKSLIDIXGS  LAMENTED.       [983,  989. 
 
 3  Yea,  for  thy  troth  and  mercy'.-  sake, 
 My  comfort  thou  wilt  give  me  back  ; 
 And  lead  me  on  from  grace  to  grace, 
 In  all  the  paths  of  righteousness  : 
 
 4  Till  throughly  saved  my  new-born  soul, 
 
 I  perfectly  by  faith  made  whole. 
 
 Shall  bright  in  thy  full  image  rise, 
 
 To  share  thy  glory  in  the  skies.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 (\r)Q  B.  M.     Little  Marlborough. 
 
 JOUi  God's  Absence  deprecated. 
 
 OTHOU,  whose  mercy  hears 
 Contrition's  humble  sigh ; 
 Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
 From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ; — 
 
 2  See,  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
 
 A  wretched  wanderer  mourn : 
 
 Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 
 
 Hast  thou  not  said, — Return  ? 
 
 3  Shall  guilty  fears  prevail, 
 To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 
 
 Oh  let  not  this  last  refuge  fail, — 
 This  only  safe  retreat. 
 
 4  Absent  from  thee,  my  light, 
 Without  one  cheering  ray, — 
 
 Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night, 
 How  desolate  my  way  ? 
 
 5  On  this  benighted  heart 
 With  beams  of  mercy  shine, 
 
 And  let  thy  voice  again  impart 
 
 A  taste  of  joy  divine.  Steele. 
 
 Qf\  L.  M.  Edwards. 
 
 No  Peace  but  in  the  Favor  of  God. 
 
 OH  where  is  now  that  glowing  love 
 That  marked  our  union  with  the  Lord  ? 
 Our  hearts  were  fixed  on  things  above, 
 Nor  could  the  world  a  joy  aiford. 
 647 
 
990.]  RELIGIOUS  DECLENSION, 
 
 2  Where  is  the  zeal  that  led  us  then 
 To  make  our  Saviour's  glory  known? 
 
 That  freed  us  from  the  fear  of  men, 
 And  kept  our  eye  on  him  alone  ? 
 
 3  Where  are  the  happy  seasons,  spent 
 In  fellowship  with  him  we  loved? 
 
 The  sacred  joy,  the  sweet  content, 
 The  blessedness  that  then  we  proved  ? 
 
 4  Behold,  again  we  turn  to  thee ; 
 Oh,  cast  us  not  away,  though  vile : 
 
 Iso  peace  we  have,  no  joy  we  see, 
 
 O  Lord  our  God,  but  in  thy  smile.  Kelly. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.  Martyn. 
 
 The  doubtful  Case, 
 
 Til  IS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
 
 X   Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought : 
 Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no? 
 Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 
 
 2  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
 Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
 
 Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 
 If  I  kne.w  a  Saviour's  love  ? 
 
 3  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 
 All  is  dark  and  vain  and  wild, 
 
 Filled  writh  unbelief  and  sin, 
 Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 
 
 4  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case, 
 Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun ; 
 
 Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
 If  it  be  indeed  begun. 
 
 5  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
 If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
 
 If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
 
 Help  me  to  begin  to-day.  * 
 
 648 
 
BACK8LIDIKG8    LAMENTED.      [991,  992. 
 
 aa^i  8.  ML  Rutland. 
 
 €/*7jL«         Mercy  forth  \der* 
 
 PEACE,  troubled  ><ml.  forbear, 
 Nor  yield  to  black  despair; 
 The  Lord  is  ready  still  to  hear, 
 Th  is  re. 
 
 2  What  though  thy  sing  be  great, 
 And  numberless  arc  grown: 
 
 Despair  will  only  aggravate, 
 And  urge  his  vengeance  on. 
 
 3  But  if  thou  wilt  return, 
 And  humbly  seek  his  face. 
 
 His  anger  shall  no  longer  burn, 
 But  thou  shalt  taste  his  grace. 
 
 4  Hear  what  his  mercy  said 
 To  Jacob'-  -     I     f  old  ! 
 
 When  they  from  him  revolting  strayed, 
 And  had  forsook  his  fold : 
 
 5  "Keturn/1  saith  he,  "return, 
 
 "  0  Israel,  turn  to  me  ; 
 "Xo  more  at  my  salvation  spurn, 
 "And  I  '11  return  to  thee  ! 
 
 6  "Thy  backslidings  I'll  heal, 
 "Thy  sins  I  will  forgive, 
 
 "  My  pard'ning  love  again  reveal, 
 
 k>  And  thou  with  me  shalt  live."  * 
 
 Revival. 
 
 GGO  9t]lR  M'  8^7s&4s'  UzziA- 
 
 U  i/  hJ%  L  rJ,  revive  us  I 
 
 O  AYIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation, 
 O  Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain! 
 All  will  come  to  desolation, 
 Unless  thou  return  again, 
 
 Lord,  revive  us; 
 All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 
 2  C  649 
 
993.]  KEVIYAL. 
 
 2  Surely  once  thy  garden  flourished, 
 Every  part  looked  gay  ..       _    on; 
 
 Then  thy  ward  our  spirits  nourished, 
 Happy  seasons  we  have  seen! 
 Lord,  revive  us,  &c 
 
 3  But  a  drought  lias  since  succeeded. 
 And  a  sad  decline  '      gee ; 
 
 Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
 Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 
 Lord,  revive  us,  &c 
 
 4  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
 Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
 
 Lest,  for  want    f  thy  assistance, 
 Every  plant  should  droop  and  die, 
 Lord,  revive  us,  &c 
 
 5  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 
 
 Thou  canst  make  us  bloom  again ; 
 Oh.  permit  us  not  to  either, 
 Let  not  all  our  1:  am  ! 
 
 Lord,  revive  us,  cce. 
 
 6  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 
 Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  : 
 
 Let  each  one.  esteemed  thy  servant. 
 Shim  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 
 Lord,  revive  us,  &c 
 
 7  Break  the  tempter  s  fatal  power, 
 Turn  the  stony  heart  to  rlesh ; 
 
 An  1  begin  from  this  good  hour, 
 To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 
 
 Lord,  revive  us,  &c  * 
 
 L.  M.  Wakbev. 
 
 The  5    '       ;'  Q  i         \ent  Worthies. 
 
 OH  for  that  flame  of  living  fire. 
 Which  shone  so  bright  in  saints  of  old : 
 Which  bade  their  souls  to  heaven  aspire. 
 Calm  in  distress,  in  danger  bold. 
 650 
 
ELVIVAL.  [994. 
 
 2  Where  is  that  Spirit,  Lord,  which  dwelt 
 In  Abraham's  I  him  thine? 
 
 Which  made  Paul's  heart  with  melt, 
 
 And  glow  with  energy  divine? — 
 
 3  That  Spirit,  which  from  ag 
 
 Proclaimed  thy  love,  and  taught  thy  ways? 
 Brightened  Isaiah's  vivi 
 
 And  breathed  in  Davids  hallowed  lays? 
 
 4  Is  not  thy  grace  as  mighty  now 
 As  when  Elijah  felt  its  power; 
 
 When  dory  beamed  from  Moses'  brow, 
 Or  Job  endured  the  trying  hour  ? 
 
 5  Remember,  Lord,  the  ancient  day- : 
 
 Renew  thy  work  ;  thy  grace  re.-: 
 And  while  to  thee  our  hearts  we  raise,. 
 
 Onus  thy  Holy  Spirit  |  BathursL 
 
 r\r\  i  P.  31.     Sabbath  School  Bell,  p.  7. 
 
 JJ4.  WhafsHu  A 
 
 "TT'HERE 'ER  we  meet,  you  always  say, 
 \  }     What 's  the  news  ?  what 's  the  news  ? 
 Pray,  what's  the  order  of  the  day  i 
 
 What 's  the  news  ?  what's  the  news? 
 Oh,  I  have  gut  good  news  to  tell! 
 My  Saviour  hath  done  all  tilings  well, 
 And  triumphed  over  death  and  hell. 
 That 's  the  news !  that 's  the  new- ! 
 
 2  The  Lamb  was  slain  on  Calvary, 
 That 's  the  news !  that  's  the  news ! 
 
 To  set  a  world  of  sinners  free. 
 
 That's  the  news!  that's  the  news! 
 T  was  there  his  precious  blood  was  shed, 
 'T  was  there  he  bowed  his  sacred  head ; 
 But  now  he  's  risen  from  the  dead. 
 
 That 's  the  news !  that 's  the  news ! 
 
 3  His  work's  reviving  all  around, 
 That's  the  news !  that 's  (he  news  I 
 
 And  many  have  redemption  found. 
 That 's  the  news !  that  *s  the  news ! 
 651 
 
995.]  REVIVAL. 
 
 And  since  their  souls  have  caught  the  flame, 
 They  shout  Hosanna  to  his  name  ; 
 And  all  around  they  spread  his  fame, 
 That's  the  news!  that's  the  news! 
 
 4  The  Lord  has  pardoned  all  my  sin — 
 That 's  the  news !  that 's  the  news  ! 
 
 I  feel  the  witness  nowT  within — 
 
 That 's  the  news  !  that 's  the  news ! 
 And  since  he  took  my  sins  away, 
 And  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray, 
 I  'm  happy  now  from  day  to  day — 
 
 That  's  the  news !  that 's  the  news  ! 
 
 5  And  Christ  the  Lord  can  save  you  now — 
 That 's  the  news !  that 's  the  news  ! 
 
 Your  sinful  heart  he  can  renew — 
 
 That  \s  the  news  !  that 's  the  news ! 
 This  moment,  if  for  sins  you  grieve, 
 This  moment,  if  you  do  believe, 
 A  full  acquittal  you  '11  receive — 
 
 That 's  the  news !  that 's  the  news ! 
 
 6  And  nowT,  if  any  one  should  say, 
 What's  the  news?  what's  the  news? 
 
 Oh  tell  them  you  Ve  begun  to  pray — 
 
 That's  the  news  !  that's  the  news! 
 That  you  have  joined  the  conquering  band, 
 And  now,  with  joy,  at  God's  command, 
 You  're  marching  to  the  better  land — ■ 
 
 That 's  the  news !  that 's  the  news  !  Juices. 
 
 9r\  .w  9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.  Disciple. 
 
 t/t/9  Let  Thy  Kingdom  come! 
 
 LET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 
 Come  and  bid  our  jarrings  cease  ; 
 Come,  oh  come  !  and  reign  forever, 
 God  of  love,  and  Prince  of  peace ; 
 Visit  now  poor  bleeding  Zion, 
 Hear  thy  people  mourn  and  weep, 
 Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 
 Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 
 G52 
 
REVIVAL.  [996. 
 
 2  Some  for  Paul,  some  for  Apollos, 
 Some  for  Cephas — none  agree  ; 
 Jesus,  let  us  hear  thee  call  us ; 
 Help  us,  Lord,  to  follow  thee ; 
 
 Then  we  '11  rush  through  what  encumbers, 
 Over  every  hind 'ranee  leap ; 
 Not  kept  back  by  force,  or  numbers — 
 Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 
 
 3  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit — 
 We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth  ; 
 Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  Spirit, 
 A V Inch  shall  teach  us  all  thy  truth ; 
 On  thy  gospel  word  we  '11  venture, 
 Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep, 
 
 Love  our  Lord,  and  Christ  our  Saviour — 
 
 0  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep.  * 
 
 996. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.  Horton. 
 
 For  holy  Fire. 
 
 LIGHT  of  life  ! — seraphic  fire ! — 
 Love  divine  ! — thyself  impart ; 
 Every  fainting  soul  inspire  ; 
 Shine  in  every  drooping  heart. 
 
 2  Every  mourning  sinner  cheer  ; 
 Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  ; 
 
 Saviour — Son  of  God !  appear  ; 
 To  thy  living  temples  come. 
 
 3  Come,  in  this  accepted  hour, 
 Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in : 
 
 Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power 
 Rooting  out  the  love  of  sin. 
 
 4  Xothing  more  can  we  require, 
 We  will  covet  nothing  less ; 
 
 Be  thou  all  our  heart's  desire — 
 
 All  our  joy  and  all  our  peace.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 653 
 
997, 998.]  revival. 
 
 997 
 
 Qry  C.  M.  Armenia. 
 
 The  Prodigal  returning. 
 
 THE  long-lost  son,  with  streaming  eyes, 
 From  folly  just  awake, 
 Reviews  his  wand  'rings  with  surprise ; 
 His  heart  begins  to  break. 
 
 2  "  I  starve,"  he  cries,  lt  nor  can  I  bear 
 The  famine  in  this  land, 
 
 While  servants  of  my  father  share 
 The  bounty  of  his  hand. 
 
 3  "  With  deep  repentance  I  '11  return, 
 And  seek  my  Father's  face ; 
 
 Unworthy  to  be  called  a  son, 
 I'll  ask  a  servant's  place." 
 
 4  Far  off  the  Father  saw  him  move, 
 In  pensive  silence  mourn, 
 
 And  quickly  ran,  with  arms  of  love, 
 To  welcome  his  return. 
 
 5  Through  all  the  courts  the  tidings  flew, 
 And  spread  the  joy  around  ; 
 
 The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew ; 
 
 The  long-lost  son  is  found !  Anon. 
 
 qqq         -  s-£L. ;       AuGUSTA' 
 
 i/t/0»  lor  a  Revival. 
 
 OLORD,  thy  work  revive, 
 In  Zion's  gloomy  hour, 
 And  let  our  dying  graces  live 
 By  thy  restoring  power. 
 
 2  Oh  let  thy  chosen  few 
 
 Awake  to  earnest  prayer ; 
 Their  covenant  again  renew, 
 
 And  walk  in  filial  fear. 
 
 :3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 
 
 Through  lips  of  humble  clay, 
 rJTill  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break, — 
 
 Till  rebels  shall  obey. 
 
 654 
 
BREVITY    OF    LIFE.  [999,  1000. 
 
 4  Now  lend  thy  gracious  ear; 
 
 Now  listen  to  our  cry : 
 Oh  come,  and  bring  salvation  near; 
 
 Our  souls  on  thee  rely.  Hastings. 
 
 LIFE,  DEATH,  AND  ETERNITY. 
 
 Brevity  of  Life. 
 
 999. 
 
 L.  M.  Zepiiyr. 
 
 The  Soul's  best  Portion. 
 
 A  LMIGHTY  Maker  of  my  frame, 
 A.  Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days  ; 
 Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am, 
 And  spend  the  remnant  to  thy  praise. 
 
 2  My  days  are  shorter  than  a  span  ; 
 A  little  point  my  life  appears  ; 
 
 How  frail,  at  best,  is  dying  man  ! 
 
 How  vain  are  all  his  hopes  and  fears ! 
 
 3  Vain  Ins  ambition,  noise,  and  show ; 
 Vain  are  the  cares  which  rack  his  mind : 
 
 He  heaps  up  treasures  mixed  with  woe, 
 And  dies  and  leaves  them  all  behind. 
 
 4  Oh  be  a  nobler  portion  mine ! 
 
 My  God,  I  bow  before  thy  throne ; 
 Earth's  fleeting  treasures  I  resign, 
 
 And  fix  my  hope  on  thee  alone.  Steele. 
 
 P.  M.  7s  &  6s.  Amsterdam. 
 
 A  Journey  to  the  Tomb. 
 
 TIME  is  winging  us  away, 
 To  our  eternal  home ; 
 Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 
 
 A  journey  to  the  tomb  ; 
 Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 
 
 Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms  ; 
 All  that  's  mortal  soon  shall  be 
 Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 
 655      v 
 
1001,1002.]  BREVITY    OF  LIFE. 
 
 2  Time  is  winging  us  away, 
 
 To  our  eternal  home ; 
 Life  is  but  a  winter's  clay — 
 
 A  journey  to  the  tomb  ; 
 But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 
 
 Health  and  beauty  soon  above, 
 Where  no  worldly  griefs  annoy, 
 
 Secure  in  Jesus'  love.  Burton. 
 
 1001. 
 
 L.   M.  UXBRIDGE. 
 
 The  Memory  of  the  Just 
 
 EARTH'S  transitory  things  decay, 
 Its  pomps,  its  pleasures  pass  away ; 
 But  the  sweet  mem'ry  of  the  good 
 Survives  in  these  vicissitudes. 
 
 2  As  'midst  the  ever-rolling  sea, 
 Th'  eternal  isles  established  be, 
 'Gainst  which  the  surges  of  the  main 
 
 Fret,  dash,  and  break  themselves  in  vain: — 
 
 3  As,  in  the  heavens,  the  urns  divine 
 Of  golden  light  forever  shine ; 
 
 Though  clouds  may  darken,  storms  may  rage, 
 They  still  shine  on  from  age  to  age : — 
 
 4  So,  through  the  ocean-tide  of  years 
 The  mem'ry  of  the  just  appears  ; 
 
 So  through  the  tempest  and  the  gloom, 
 
 The  good  man's  virtues  light  the  tomb.  Bowring. 
 
 1AAO  aHM"  SoLACE' 
 
 lUU/O.  What  is  Life  ? 
 
 OH  what  is  life  ? — 't  is  like  a  flowTer 
 That  blossoms  and  is  gone ; 
 It  flourishes  its  little  hour, 
 With  all  its  beauty  on  : 
 Death  comes,  and,  like  a  wint'ry  day, 
 It  cuts  the  lovely  flower  away. 
 656 
 
BREVITY  OF   LIFE.  [1003,  100-i. 
 
 2  Oh  what  is  life?— 'tis  like  the  bow 
 That  glistens  in  the  sky : 
 
 We  love  to  see  its  colors  glow ; 
 
 But  while  we  look  they  die : 
 Life  fails  as  soon : — to-day  't  is  here  : 
 
 To-morrow  it  may  disappear. 
 
 3  Lord,  what  is  life? — if  spent  with  thee 
 In  humble  praise  and  prayer, 
 
 How  long  or  short  our  life  may  be, 
 
 We  feel  no  anxious  care ; 
 Though  life  depart,  our  joys  shall  last, 
 
 When  life  and  all  its  joys  are  past.      Jane  Taylor. 
 
 lUUd.  Fit  Emblem  of  Man. 
 
 SEE,  how  beneath  the  moonbeams'  smile 
 Yon  little  billow  heaves  its  breast, 
 And  foams  and  sparkles  for  awhile, 
 And  murmuring  then  subsides  to  rest. 
 
 2  Thus  man,  the  sport  of  bliss  and  care, 
 
 Rises  on  time's  eventful  sea ; 
 And  having  swelled  a  moment  there, 
 
 Thus  melts  into  eternity !  Moore. 
 
 i  AA  |  4th  P.  M.  Advext. 
 
 JLUl/'io  Important  Position. 
 
 LO  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
 'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand, 
 Secure !  insensible ! 
 A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
 Eemoves  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 
 Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 
 
 2  O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
 And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 
 
 Eternal  things  impress ! 
 Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
 And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late ; 
 
 Wake  me  to  righteousness. 
 2  C  2  657 
 
1005,  1006.]  BREVITY    OF   LIFE. 
 
 3  Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
 The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 
 
 When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
 To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar ; 
 And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 
 
 To  meet  a  joyful  doom? 
 
 4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
 With  holy  diligence  and  fear, 
 
 To  make  my  calling  sure ; 
 Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill, 
 And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 
 
 And  to  the  end  endure.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 *s  C.  M.  Heber. 
 
 Short  and  hasty  is  our  Life. 
 
 HOW  short  and  hasty  is  our  life ! 
 How  vast  our  soul's  affairs  ! 
 Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
 To  lavish  out  their  years. 
 
 2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 
 AY  ithout  a  moment's  stay : 
 
 Just  like  a  story,  or  a  song, 
 AYe  pass  our  lives  away. 
 
 3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 
 But  we  march  heedless  on : 
 
 And,  ever  hastening  to  the  tomb, 
 Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 
 
 4  Draw  us,  O  God !  with  sovereign  grace, 
 And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
 
 That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
 
 And  see  salvation  nigh.  Watts. 
 
 -j  a  a /j  L.  M.  AVells. 
 
 lUUu.    The  Time  to  serve  the  Lord. 
 
 LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
 The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward ; 
 And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
 Oh  hasten,  sinner,  to  return. 
 60S 
 
BREVITY   OF  LIFE.  [1007. 
 
 2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  given, 
 To  'scape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heaven; 
 The  day  ol  grace  when  mortals  may 
 Secure  the  blessing  of  the  day. 
 
 3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
 Beneath  the  clods  their  dust  must  lie; 
 They  have  no  share  in  all  that 's  done 
 Beneath  the  circle  of  the  sun. 
 
 4  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
 My  hands  with  all  your  might  pursue  ; 
 Since  no  device  or  work  is  found, 
 
 Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 
 
 5  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passed, 
 In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste ; 
 Oh  may  we  all  improve  the  grace, 
 And  see  with  joy  his  glorious  face. 
 
 ^   /\  /yv  Ifc    M-  AVELLS. 
 
 XvU  (  .  Haste,  haste  away! 
 
 TT^HILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light 
 Y 1     Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given; 
 But  soon,  ah  !   soon,,  approaching  night 
 Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 
 
 2  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 
 Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave  ; 
 
 Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
 And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 
 
 3  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair 
 
 No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise ; 
 No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer; 
 
 No  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 
 
 4  Silence,  and  solitude,  and  gloom, 
 In  those  forgetful  realms  appear; 
 
 Deep  sorrows  fill  the  dismal  tomb, 
 And  hope  shall  never  enter  there. 
 659 
 
1008.]  BREVITY    OF   LIFE. 
 
 5  Now  God  invites ;  howT  blest  the  day ! 
 
 How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound ! 
 Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh  haste  away, 
 
 While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found !  Dwight. 
 
 100 
 
 C.  M.  Pamphylia. 
 
 Frailty  of  Life. 
 
 THEE  Ave  adore,  eternal  name ! 
 And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
 How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
 What  dying  worms  are  we ! 
 
 2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 
 As  days  and  months  increase : 
 
 And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell, 
 Leaves  but  the  number  less. 
 
 3  The  year  rolls  round  and  steals  away 
 The  breath  that  first  it  gave : 
 
 Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
 We  're  traveling  to  the  grave. 
 
 4  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground, 
 To  push  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
 
 And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
 To  hurry  mortals  home. 
 
 5  Great  God !  on  what  a  slender  thread 
 Hang  everlasting  things ! 
 
 Th'  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead 
 Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 
 
 6  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  woe, 
 Attends  on  every  breath  ; 
 
 And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
 Upon  the  brink  of  death ! 
 
 7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 
 To  walk  this  dangerous  road ; 
 
 And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
 
 May  they  be  found  with  God  !  Watts 
 
 660 
 
BREVITY    OF   LIFE.  [1009;  1010. 
 
 1  A  AG  ^'  ^*  Bangor. 
 
 JLUUfJ.      Man  is  Vanity  and  Dud, 
 
 TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  (Jays, 
 Thou  Maker  of  my  frame ; 
 
 1  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
 And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 
 
 2  A  span  is  all  that  we  ean  boast, 
 An  inch  or  two  of  time  : 
 
 Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust 
 In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 
 
 3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 
 Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain ; 
 
 They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 
 But  all  their  noise  is  vain. 
 
 4  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  show, 
 Some  dig  for  golden  ore — 
 
 They  toil  for  heirs  they  know  not  who, 
 And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 
 
 5  What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for,  then, 
 From  creatures,  earth,  and  dust? 
 
 They  make  our  expectation  vain, 
 
 And  disappoint  our  trust.  Watts. 
 
 1010. 
 
 C.  M.  Brattle  St. 
 
 Deliverance  is  at  hand. 
 
 MY  span  of  life  wfll  soon  be  done, 
 The  passing  moments  say  ; 
 As  lengthening  shadows  o'er  the  mead, 
 Proclaim  the  close  of  day. 
 
 2  Oh  that  my  heart  might  dwell  aloof 
 From  all  created  things ; 
 
 And  learn  that  wisdom  from  above, 
 Whence  true  contentment  springs. 
 
 3  Courage,  my  soul ;  thy  bitter  cross, 
 In  every  trial  here, 
 
 Shall  bear  thee  to  thy  heaven  above, 
 But  shall  not  enter  there. 
 661 
 
1011.]  DEATH 
 
 4  The  sighing  ones,  that  humbly  seek 
 In  sorrowing  paths  below, 
 
 Shall  in  eternity  rejoice, 
 
 Where  endless  comforts  flow. 
 
 5  Soon  will  the  toilsome  strife  be  o'er, 
 Of  sublunary  care, 
 
 And  life's  dull  vanities  no  more 
 This  anxious  breast  ensnare. 
 
 6  Courage,  my  soul ;  on  God  rely  ; 
 Deliverance  soon  will  come ; 
 
 A  thousand  ways  has  Providence 
 
 To  bring  believers  home.  Mrs.  Cowper. 
 
 Death  Contemplated. 
 
 9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.     Gold.  Cil,  94. 
 ,  He  leadeth  me. 
 
 GENTLY,  Lord  !  oh  !  gently  lead  us, 
 Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears  ; 
 Through  the  changes  thou  'st  decreed  us, 
 
 Till  our  last  great  change  appears : 
 When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 
 When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
 Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 
 Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 
 
 2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 
 
 In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
 Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, — 
 
 Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear : 
 And,  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 
 
 Bid  us  on  thy  bosom  rest, 
 Till,  by  angel-bands  attended, 
 
 We  awake  among  the  blest.  Eastings. 
 
 662 
 
CONTEMPLATED.       [1012,   1013,  1014. 
 
 -i  s\-i  r}  Is*  P«  M-  6  liBfia  8«i  Selena. 
 
 JLv/_L/w»  ^rl^ec?  and  helpless. 
 
 X  age  and  feebleness  extreme, 
 
 i 
 
 Who  shall  a  helpless  worm  redeem  ? 
 Jesus,  my  only  hope  thou  art, — 
 Strength  of  my  failing  flesh  and  heart : 
 
 Oh,  could  I  catch  a  smile  from  thee, 
 
 And  drop  into  eternity !  C.  Wesley. 
 
 1013. 
 
 4th  P.  M.  8s  &  Gs.  Doubt. 
 
 The  aged  Pilgrim* 
 
 THY  mercy  heard  my  infant  prayer ; 
 Thy  love,  with  kind,  paternal  care, 
 Sustained  my  childish  days : 
 Thy  goodness  watched  my  ripening  youth, 
 And  formed  my  heart  to  love  thy  truth, 
 And  filled  my  lips  with  praise. 
 
 2  And  now,  in  age  and  grief,  thy  name 
 Doth  still  my  languid  heart  inflame, 
 
 And  bow  my  faltering  knee  : 
 Oh,  yet  this  bosom  feels  the  fire ; 
 This  trembling  hand  and  drooping  lyre 
 
 Have  yet  a  strain  for  thee  ! 
 
 3  Yes;  broken,  tuneless,  still,  0  Lord, 
 This  voice,  transported,  shall  record 
 
 Thy  goodness.,  tried  so  long ; 
 Till,  sinking  slow,  with  calm  decoy, 
 Its  feeble  murmurs  melt  away 
 
 Into  a  seraph's  song.  Grant. 
 
 1014 
 
 S.  M.  Aylesbury, 
 
 For  Victory  in  the  dying  Hour. 
 
 T THIEX  on  the  brink  of  death 
 T  )     My  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 
 "Waiting  to  pass  that  awful  flood, 
 Great  God!  at  thy  command  ; — 
 663 
 
1015,  1016.]  DEATH 
 
 2  When  every  scene  of  life 
 Stand?  ready  to  depart : 
 
 And  the  last  sigh  that  shakes  the  frame 
 Shall  rend  this  bursting  heart;  — 
 
 3  Thou  source  of  joy  supreme, 
 Whose  arm  alone  can  save, — 
 
 Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
 The  entrance  to  the  grave. 
 
 4  Lay  thy  supporting  hand 
 Beneath  my  sinking  head ; 
 
 And  with  a  ray  of  love  divine 
 
 Illume  my  dying  bed.  Colly  er. 
 
 M**>  5th  P.  M.  4  lines  7s.  Billings. 
 
 •J,  The  dying  Believer. 
 
 DEATHLESS  spirit,  now  arise; 
 Soar,  thou  native  of  the  skies —  • 
 
 Pearl  of  price  by  Jesus  bought, 
 To  his  glorious  likeness  wrought: — 
 
 2  Go  to  shine  before  the  throne ; 
 Deck  the  Mediator's  crown; 
 Go,  his  triumphs  to  adorn  ; 
 Made  for  God,  to  God  return. 
 
 3  Angels,  joyful  to  attend, 
 Hov'ring  round  thy  pillow  bend ; 
 Wait  to  catch  the  signal  given, 
 
 And  convey  thee  quick  to  heaven.  Toplady. 
 
 1  A1  (*  B.  M.  Golden  Hill. 
 JlUJlO»   The  Friend  who  conquers  Death. 
 
 YI^HEX  death  before  my  sight 
 T  T     Appears  in  dire  array, 
 Unequal  to  the  dreadful  fight, 
 My  courage  faints  away. 
 
 2  How  shall  I  meet  this  foe, 
 Whose  frown  my  soul  alarms  ? 
 
 Dark  horror  sits  upon  his  brow, 
 And  vict'ry  waits  his  arms. 
 664 
 
CONTEMPLATED.  [1017. 
 
 3  But  with  the  eye  of  faith, 
 
 Piercing  beyond  the  grave, 
 I  see  that  Friend  who  conquers  death, 
 
 AY  hose  arm  alone  can  save.  Steele. 
 
 1  A1  *v  &  M.  AylesbuPwY. 
 IuI  (  ,          Death  and  Judgment. 
 
 4  XD  am  I  born  to  die  ? 
 xi  To  lay  this  body  down  ? 
 And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 
 Into  a  world  unknown  ? 
 
 2  A  land  of  deepest  shade, 
 Unpierced  by  human  thought; 
 
 The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 
 AY  here  all  things  are  forgot ! 
 
 3  Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 
 What  will  become  of  me? 
 
 Eternal  happiness  or  woe 
 Must  then  my  portion  be. 
 
 4  Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 
 I  from  my  grave  shall  rise, 
 
 And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crowned, 
 And  see  the  flaming  skies ! 
 
 5  Will  angel  bands  convey 
 Their  brother  to  the  bar  ? 
 
 Or  devils  drag  my  soul  away, 
 To  meet  its  sentence  there  ? 
 
 6  0  Thou  that  wouldst  not  have 
 One  wretched  sinner  die ; 
 
 Who  diedst  thyself,  my  soul  to  save 
 From  endless  misery : — 
 
 7  Show  me  the  way  to  shun 
 Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe  ; 
 
 That  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 
 
 I  may  with  joy  appear.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 665 
 
8. 
 
 1018,  1019.]  DEATH 
 
 C.  M.  Christmas. 
 
 Where  is  the  Spirits  Some. 
 
 NSWER  me,  burning  stars  of  night ! 
 Where  is  the  spirit  gone, 
 That,  past  the  reach  of  human  sight, 
 E'en  as  a  breeze  hath  flown  ? 
 
 2  O  many-toned  and  changeless  wind ! 
 Thou  art  a  wanderer  free ; 
 
 Tell  me,  if  thou  its  place  canst  find, 
 Far  over  mount  and  sea  ? 
 
 3  Ye  clouds,  that  gorgeously  repose 
 Around  the  setting  sun, 
 
 Answer  !  have  ye  a  home  for  those 
 Whose  earthly  race  is  run  ? 
 
 4  Oh  speak,  thou  voice  of  God  within ! 
 Thou  of  the  deep,  low  tone ! 
 
 Answer  me,  through  life's  restless  din, 
 Where  is  the  spirit  flown  ? 
 
 5  And  the  voice  answers,  "  Be  thou  still ; 
 
 Enough  to  know  is  given  ; 
 Clouds,  winds,  and  stars  their  part  fulfill ; 
 
 Thine  is  to  trust  in  heaven !  Mrs.  Hemam. 
 
 1019. 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.     S.  S.  Hos. ,  59. 
 Sing  to  me  of  Heaven. 
 
 COME,  sing  to  me  of  heaven, 
 When  I  'm  about  to  die  ; 
 Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstasy, 
 To  waft  my  soul  on  high. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 There  will  be  no  sorrow  there, 
 There  will  be  no  sorrow  there, 
 In  heaven  above  where  all  is  love, 
 There  will  be  no  sorrow  there. 
 666 
 
CONTEMPLATED.  [1020. 
 
 2  When  the  last  moments  come, 
 Oh,  watch  my  dying  face, 
 
 To  catch  the  bright  seraphic  glow 
 Which  in  each  feature  plays. 
 
 3  Then  to  my  raptured  ear 
 Let  one  sweet  song  be  given  J 
 
 Let  music  charm  me  last  on  earth, 
 And  greet  me  first  in  heaven. 
 
 4  When  round  my  senseless  clay 
 Assemble  those  I  love, 
 
 Then  sing  of  heaven,  delightful  heaven, 
 Zsly  glorious  home  above. 
 
 1020. 
 
 P.  M.     Wes.  Psalmist,  58, 
 Bound  for  Eternity. 
 
 TT^HEX  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer, 
 T  f     And  seas  are  calm  and  skies  are  clear, 
 And  faith  in  lively  exercise, 
 And  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise  : 
 The  soul  for  joy  then  claps  her  wings, 
 And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 
 I  rin  going  home. 
 
 2  With  cheerful  hope  her  eyes  explore, 
 Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore; 
 The  trees  of  life,  the  pastures  green, 
 The  golden  streets,  the  crystal  stream : 
 Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
 And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 
 
 I  'ni  almost  home. 
 
 3  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
 More  eager  all  her  powers  expand ; 
 With  steady  helm,  and  free-bent  sail, 
 Her  anchor  drops  within  the  vail ; 
 Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
 And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings, 
 
 I'm  safe  at  home. 
 667 
 
1021,  1022.]  DEATH 
 
 1  A01  S.  M.  State  Street. 
 X U  /vl«           Tills  Body  must  die. 
 
 AND  must  this  body  die — 
 This  well-wrought  frame  decay  ? 
 And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
 Lie  mold'ring  in  the  clay  ? 
 
 2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 
 Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
 
 Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
 To  put  it  on  afresh. 
 
 3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 
 And  ever  from  the  skies 
 
 Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
 Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 
 
 4  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace 
 Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
 
 And  every  shape,  and  every  face, 
 Be  heavenly  and  divine. 
 
 5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe, 
 Lord,  to  thy  dying  love  : 
 
 Oh  may  we  bless  thy  grace  below 
 
 And  sing  thy  grace  above.  Watts. 
 
 1 A99  °'  M*  Corinth. 
 
 JlXj  iCtCj9  Hope  in  Sickness. 
 
 TI1IS  sweet  to  rest  in  lively  hope, 
 
 JL    That,  when  my  change  shall  come, 
 Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
 And  waft  my  spirit  home. 
 
 2  There  shall  my  disembodied  soul 
 Behold  him  and  adore ; 
 
 Be  with  his  likeness  satisfied, 
 And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 
 
 3  Soon,  too,  my  slumb'ring  dust  shall  hear 
 The  trumpet's  quickening  sound ; 
 
 And,  by  my  Saviours  power  rebuilt, 
 At  his  right  hand  be  found. 
 G68 
 
CONTEMPLATED,  [1023,  1024. 
 
 4  If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfolds, 
 Weak  aa  it  is  below, 
 
 What  raptures  must  the  church  above, 
 In  Jesus'  presence  know ! 
 
 5  Oh  may  the  unction  of  these  truths 
 Forever  with  me  stay, 
 
 Till  from  her  mortal  cage  dismissed, 
 
 My  spirit  flies  away.  * 
 
 1  AOO  ^*  ^  Cambridge. 
 l\j  £()•       The  Death  of  a  Believer. 
 
 IX  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 
 The  moment  after  death. 
 The  glories  that  surround  a  saint, 
 When  yielding  up  his  breath. 
 
 2  One  gentle  sigh  his  fetters  breaks, 
 We  scarce  can  say  he  \s  gone, 
 
 Before  the  willing  spirit  takes, 
 Her  mansion  near  the  throne. 
 
 3  Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail 
 To  trace  her  in  her  flight ; 
 
 No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  vail 
 Which  hides  the  worlds  of  light. 
 
 4  Thus  much  and  this  is  all  we  know, 
 They  're  numbered  with  the  blest ; 
 
 Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  woe, 
 And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 
 
 5  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.  * 
 
 10  ~4.  Shed  not  a  Tear. 
 
 <  HED  not  a  tear  o'er  your  friend's  early  bier ; 
 
 s 
 
 kJ  When  I  am  gone — when  1  am  gone — 
 Smile  when  the  slow  tolling  bell  you  shall  hear, 
 When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone — 
 669 
 
1025.]  DEATH 
 
 Weep  not  for  me  when  you  stand  round  my  grave ; 
 Think  who  has  died  his  beloved  to  save  j 
 Think  of  the  crown  all  the  ransomed  shall  have; 
 When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 
 
 2  Plant  ye  a  tree  that  may  wave  over  me  : — 
 When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone — 
 
 Sing  ye  a  song  when  my  grave  ye  shall  see  : 
 When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone — 
 
 Come  at  the  close  of  a  bright  summer's  day ; 
 
 Come  when  the  sun  sheds  his  last  lingering  ray ; 
 
 Come  and  rejoice  that  I  thus  passed  away ; 
 When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 
 
 o  Plant  ye  a  rose  that  may  bloom  o'er  my  bed  ; 
 
 When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone — 
 Breathe  not  a  sigh  for  the  blest  early  dead ; 
 
 When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone — 
 Praise  ye  the  Lord  that  I'm  freed  from  all  care ; 
 Serve  ye  the  Lord,  that  my  bliss  ye  may  share ; 
 Look  ye  on  high  and  believe  I  am  there ; 
 
 When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 
 
 IVriD.  "Allisicell" 
 
 [THAT'S  this  that  steals, 
 
 That  steals  upon  my  frame  ? 
 
 Is  it  death  ?  is  it  death  ? 
 That  soon  will  quench,  will  quench  this  vital  frame  ? 
 
 Is  it  death  ?  is  it  death  ? 
 If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
 From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free ; 
 
 1  shall  the  King  of  glory  see : 
 All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
 
 2  Weep  not  my  friends, 
 My  friends  weep  not  for  me, 
 
 All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
 My  sins  are  pardoned,  pardoned,  I  am  free, 
 All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
 
 •  See  Seraphina,  p.  896. 
 670 
 
CONTEMPLATED.  [1026. 
 
 There 's  not  a  cloud  that  cloth  arise, 
 To  hide  my  Saviour  from  mine  eyes : 
 I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies : 
 All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
 
 3  Tune,  tune  your  harps, 
 Your  harps,  ye  saints  in  glory, 
 
 All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
 I  will  rehearse,  rehearse  the  pleasing  story, 
 
 All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
 Bright  angels  are  from  glory  come, 
 They're  round  my  bed,  they're  in  my  room, 
 They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home ; 
 
 All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
 
 4  Hark,  hark,  my  Lord, 
 
 My  Lord  and  Master  calls  me ; 
 
 All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
 I  soon  shall  see,  shall  see  his  face  in  glory ; 
 
 All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
 Farewell,  my  friends,  adieu,  adieu, 
 I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you, 
 My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view ; 
 
 All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
 
 5  Hail,  hail,  all  hail, 
 
 All  hail  ye  blood-washed  throng, 
 
 Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace, 
 I  come  to  join,  to  join  your  rapt'rous  song, 
 
 Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace ; 
 All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine, 
 And  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine ; 
 Oh  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 
 
 All  is  well,  all  is  well.  Juke?, 
 
 1  AOP  ^  ^'  ""  Sacred  Lute. 
 
 ill ^vO.    Tlie  dying  Christian  to  his  Soul. 
 
 TJTTAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
 
 T     Quit,  oh,  quit  this  mortal  frame, 
 Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
 Oh  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying ! 
 ffil 
 
1027.]  DEATH  AND 
 
 Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
 And  let  me  languish  into  life. 
 
 2  Hark !  they  whisper — angels  say, 
 1 '  Sister  spirit,  come  away !  " 
 What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
 Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
 Drowns  my  spirits,  draws  my  breath  ?- 
 Tell  me,  my  soul — can  this  be  death  ? 
 
 3  The  world  recedes — it  disappears — 
 Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes ! — my  ears 
 With  sounds  seraphic  ring! 
 
 Lend,  lend  your  wings :  I  mount !  I  fly ! 
 O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
 O  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 
 
 Death  and  Funerals. 
 
 L.  M.  Zephyr. 
 
 Why  fear  Death? 
 
 rHY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
 What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
 Death  is  the  gate  to  endless  joy, 
 And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 
 
 2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 
 Fright  our  approaching  souls  away ; 
 
 And  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
 Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 
 
 3  Oh,  would  my  Lord  his  servant  meet, 
 My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
 
 Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
 Kor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed ! 
 
 4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
 Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
 
 While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
 
 And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there.  * 
 
 G72 
 
1028. 
 
 FUXEKALS.  [1028,  1029. 
 
 P.  M.     A  Home  is  Heaven*. 
 The  better  Land. 
 
 I  HEAR  thee  speak  of  a  better  land  ; 
 Thou  call'st  its  children  a  happy  band; 
 Mother,  oh!  where  is  that  distant  shore? 
 Where  they  that  seek  it.  sigh  no  m 
 Is  it  where  the  flower  of  the  orange  bio 
 And  the  fire-flies  dance  in  the  myrtle  boughs? 
 Not  there,  not  there,  my  child  ; 
 Not  there,  not  there,  my  child. 
 
 2  Is  it  for  away  in  some  region  old, 
 Where  rivers  wander  o'er  sands  of  gold, 
 And  the  bright  rays  of  the  valleys  shine, 
 And  the  diamond  lights  up  the  secret  mine ; 
 And  the  pearl  glows  forth  from  the  coral  strand, 
 Is  it  there,  sweet  mother,  that  better  land? 
 
 Not  there,  not  there,  my  child ; 
 Not  there,  not  there,  my  child. 
 
 3  Eye  hath  not  seen  it,  my  gentle  boy, 
 Ear  hath  not  heard  its  deep  songs  of  joy ; 
 Dreams  can  not  picture  a  world  so  fair ; 
 Sorrow  and  death  may  not  enter  there ; 
 Time  may  not  breathe  on  its  faultless  bloom 
 Far  beyond  the  clouds  and  beyond  the  tomb  ; 
 
 T  is  there,  't  is  there,  my  child ; 
 'Tis  there,  'tis  there,  my  child. 
 
 6th  P.  M.  6  lines  7s.     Nuremberg. 
 
 The  Father  awaiting  Death. 
 THOU  faithful  God  of  love, 
 
 1029 
 0 
 
 Gladly  I  thy  promise  plead ; 
 Waiting  for  my  last  remove, — 
 Hast'ning  to  the  happy  dead  : 
 Lo  !  I  cast  on  thee  my  care ; 
 Breathe  my  latest  breath  in  prayer. 
 2  D  673 
 
1030.]  DEATH  AKD 
 
 2  Trusting  in  thy  word  alone, 
 
 I  to  thee  my  children  leave : 
 Call  my  little  ones  thy  own ; 
 
 Give  them  all  thy  blessings,  give : 
 Keep  them  while  on  earth  they  breathe ; 
 Save  their  souls  from  endless  death. 
 
 8  Whom  I  to  thy  grace  commend, 
 
 Into  thy  embraces  take  ; 
 Be  her  sure,  immortal  Friend, 
 
 Save  her,  for  my  Saviour's  sake : 
 Free  from  sin,  from  sorrow  free, 
 Let  my  widow  trust  in  thee. 
 
 4  Father  of  the  fatherless, 
 
 Husband  of  the  widow,  prove ; 
 Me  and  mine  persist  to  bless ; 
 
 Tell  me  we  shall  meet  above : 
 Seal  the  promise  on  my  heart ; 
 Bid  me  then  in  peace  depart.  (7.  Wesley. 
 
 1030. 
 
 9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.        Bartimeus. 
 The  Unci  approaching. 
 
 HAPPY  soul,  thy  days  are  ending, 
 All  thy  mourning  days  below : 
 Go,  the  angel  guards  attending, 
 
 To  the  sight  of  Jesus  go. 
 Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 
 
 Lo !  thy  Saviour  stands  above ; 
 
 Shows  the  purchase  of  his  merit, 
 
 Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 
 
 2  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion, 
 
 To  thy  great  Redeemer's  breast ; 
 To  his  uttermost  salvation, 
 
 To  his  everlasting  rest. 
 For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee 
 
 Bear  a  momentary  pain ; 
 Die,  to  live  a  life  of  glory : 
 
 Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign.  (7.  Wesley 
 
 674  " 
 
1031. 
 
 FTOEBAIA  [1031,  1032. 
 
 C.  M.  Alida. 
 
 Living  Hope. 
 
 4  ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
 j\.  And  let  it  faint  or  die; 
 My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 
 
 And  soar  to  worlds  on  high: 
 Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 
 
 And  find  its  long-sought  rest, — 
 That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 
 
 In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 
 
 2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown 
 
 I  now  the  cross  sustain, 
 And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 
 And  smile  at  toil  and  pain : 
 
 1  suffer  on  my  threescore  years, 
 Till  my  Deliverer  come. 
 
 And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 
 
 And  take  his  exile  heme.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 -i  AQO  P-  M.  Baxgob. 
 
 WjOhJ.  Death  of  the  Ungodly. 
 
 DEATH  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
 To  those  who  have  no  God  ; 
 When  the  poor  soul  is  forced  away 
 To  seek  her  last  abode. 
 
 2  In  vain  to  heaven  she  lifts  her  eyes, 
 But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
 
 Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  skies 
 To  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 
 
 3  Awake  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell, 
 Let  stubborn  sinners  fear  ; 
 
 Ye  must  be  driven  from  earth,  and  dwell 
 A  long  forever  there. 
 
 4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 
 And  flashes  in  your  face  ; 
 
 And  thou,  my  soul,  look  downward  too, 
 And  sing  recovering  grace. 
 675 
 
1033,  1034.]  DEATH  AND 
 
 5  He  is  a  God  of  sovereign  love, 
 That  promised  heaven  to  me, 
 
 And  taught  my  thoughts  to  soar  above, 
 Where  happy  spirits  be. 
 
 6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 
 Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
 
 Come,  death,  and  some  celestial  band, 
 
 To  bear  my  soul  away.  * 
 
 1AOQ  ^'  ^'  Marlow. 
 
 XUOO.  Hoping  to  meet  again. 
 
 TT^HILE  to  the  grave  our  friends  are  borne, 
 f  T     Around  their  cold  remains 
 How  all  their  tender  passions  mourn, 
 And  each  fond  heart  complains. 
 
 2  But  down  io  earth,  alas,  in  vain 
 We  bend  our  weeping  eyes  ; 
 
 All,  let  us  leave  these  seats  of  pain, 
 And  upward  learn  to  rise. 
 
 3  Jesus,  who  left  his  blessed  abode, 
 (Amazing  grace  !)  to  die. 
 
 Marked,  when  he  rose,  the  shining  read 
 To  his  bright  courts  on  high. 
 
 4  To  those  bright  courts  when  hope  ascends 
 The  tears  forget  to  flow  ; 
 
 Hope  views  our  absent,  happy  friends, 
 And  calms  the  swelling  woe. 
 
 5  Then  let  our  hearts  repine  no  more, 
 That  earthly  comfort  dies  ; 
 
 But  lasting  happiness  explore, 
 
 And  ask  it  from  the  skies.  * 
 
 q  j  P.  M.     Westbhook,  S.  S.  Hos.,  90. 
 
 'Ott.         Gone  to  the  Home  of  Best. 
 
 I  KNOW  thou  art  gone  to  the  home  of  thy  rest : 
 Then  why  should  my  soul  be  so  sad  ? 
 I  know  thou  art  ^onc  where  the  weary  are  blest, 
 And  the  mourner  looks  up  and  is  glad. 
 G7G 
 
FUNERALS.  [1035,  1036. 
 
 Chorus : 
 I  never  look  up  with  a  wish  to  the  sky, 
 
 But  a  light  like  thy  beauty  is  there  ; 
 And  I  hear  a  low  murmur,  like  thine  in  reply, 
 
 When  I  pour  out  my  spirit  in  prayer. 
 
 2  In  thy  far-away  home,  wherever  it  be, 
 I  know  thou  hast  visions  of  mine ; 
 
 And  my  heart  hath  revealings  of  thine  and  of  thee, 
 In  many  a  token  and  sign. 
 
 3  In  the  hush  of  the  night,  on  the  waste  of  the  sea, 
 Or  alone  with  the  breeze  on  the  hill, 
 
 I  have  ever  a  presence  that  whispers  of  thee, 
 
 And  ray  spirit  lies  down  and  is  still.  * 
 
 1  A  O  W  CM.  ASHYILLE. 
 
 XV/OfJ.  Few  are  thy  Days. 
 
 FEW  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  woe, 
 0  man,  of  woman  born  ! 
 Thy  doom  is  written,  "Dust  thou  art, 
 To  dust  thou  shalt  return." 
 
 2  Behold  the  emblem  of  thy  state 
 In  flowers  that  bloom  and  die, 
 
 Or  in  the  shadow's  fleeting  form 
 That  mocks  the  gazer's  eye. 
 
 3  Determined  are  the  days  that  fly 
 Successive  o'er  thy  head  ; 
 
 The  numbered  hour  is  on  the  wing 
 That  lays  thee  with  the  dead. 
 
 4  Great  God !  afflict  not  in  thy  wrath 
 The  short  allotted  span, 
 
 That  bounds  the  few  and  weary  days 
 
 Of  pilgrimage  to  man.  * 
 
 1  A  Q  £  k.  M.  Kxox  College. 
 
 lUOO.     The  End  of  that  Man  is  Peace. 
 
 HOW  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies! 
 When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 
 How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes  ! 
 How  gently  heaves  tk'  expiring  breast  I 
 677 
 
1037.]  DEATH  AND 
 
 2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 
 
 So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er; 
 So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
 So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 
 
 3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 
 
 A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys  : 
 And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
 Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjjys. 
 
 4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 
 Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ! 
 
 How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  appears ! 
 Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 
 
 5  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, — 
 Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies, 
 
 "While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, — 
 
 How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  !     Barbauld. 
 
 1031 
 
 L.  M.     Christian  Farewell. 
 The  Christian's  parting  Hour. 
 
 HOW  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day, 
 When  all  is  peaceful  and  serene, 
 And  when  the  sun,  with  cloudless  ray, 
 Sheds  mellow  luster  o'er  the  scene ! 
 
 2  Such  is  the  Christian's  parting  hour ; 
 So  peacefully  he  sinks  to  rest ; 
 
 When  faith,  endued  from  heaven  with  power, 
 Sustains  and  cheers  his  languid  breast. 
 
 3  Mark  but  that  radiance  of  his  eye, 
 That  smile  upon  his  wasted  cheek  ; 
 
 They  tell  us  of  his  glory  nigh, 
 
 In  language  that  no  tongue  can  speak. 
 
 4  A  beam  from  heaven  is  sent  to  cheer 
 The  pilgrim  on  his  gloomy  road ; 
 
 -And  angels  are  attending  near, 
 
 To  bear  him  to  their  bright  abode. 
 678 
 
rtmEBAiA  [1038,  1039. 
 
 5  Who  would  not  wish  to  die  like  tfa 
 Whom  God's  own  Spirit  deigns  to  bless? 
 
 To  sink  into  that  Boft  re] 
 Then  wake  to  perfect  haj  BaAursL 
 
 1AOQ  L-  M-  Par  ax. 
 
 JLUOO.    Longing  for  the  Resurrection. 
 
 "V^O,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  m*H 
 ^\    But,  calm  and  cheerful,  will  resign, 
 To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave, 
 These  dying,  with'ring  limbs  of  mine. 
 
 2  Let  worms  devour  my  wasting  flesh, 
 And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  dust ; 
 
 My  God  shall  raise  my  frame  anew 
 At  the  revival  oi'  the  just. 
 
 3  Break,  sacred  morning !  through  the  skies, 
 '  And  usher  in  that  glorious  day  : 
 
 Come  quickly,  Lord  !   cut  short  the  hours  : 
 Thy  ling'ring  wheels,  how  long  they  stay. 
 
 4  Llaste,  then,  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
 Bouse  all  the  pious,  sleeping  clay, 
 
 That  we  may  join  in  heavenly  joys, 
 
 And  sing  the  triumph  of  the  day.  * 
 
 -j  A OO  ^  ^'  ^'  "  ^nes  ~s"      Feex  Hill. 
 
 JLUO«y»      Clothed  with  Immortality. 
 
 SPIRIT,  leave  thy  house  of  clay ; 
 Ling'ring  dust,  resign  thy  breath ; 
 Spirit,  cast  thy  chains  away ; 
 
 Dust,  be  thou  dissolved  in  death : — 
 Thus  the  mighty  Saviour  speaks. 
 
 While  the  faithful  Christian  dies ; 
 Thus  the  bonds  of  life  he  breaks, 
 And  the  ransomed  captive  flies. 
 
 2  Pris  ner,  long  detained  below, 
 
 Pris'ner.  now  with  freedom  blest, 
 Welcome  from  a  world  of  woe; 
 
 Welcome  to  a  land  of  rest : 
 679 
 
1040.]  DEATH  AND 
 
 Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sing, 
 
 As  they  bear  the  soul  on  high, 
 While  with  hallelujahs  ring 
 
 All  the  regions  of  the  sky. 
 
 3  Grave,  the  guardian  of  our  dust, 
 
 Grave,  the  treasury  of  the  skies, 
 Every  atom  of  thy  trust 
 
 Eests  in  hope  again  to  rise ; 
 Hark !  the  judgment-trumpet  calls — 
 
 Soul,  rebuild  thy  house  of  clay ; 
 Immortality  thy  walls, 
 
 And  eternity  thy  day.  Montgomery. 
 
 1040. 
 
 L.  M.  Best. 
 
 Asleep  in  Jesus. 
 
 ASLEEP  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep ! 
 From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep ; 
 A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
 Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 
 
 2  Asleep  in  Jesus !  oh,  how  sweet 
 To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet! 
 With  holy  confidence  to  sing 
 That  death  has  lost  his  cruel  sting. 
 
 3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest ! 
 Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
 No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
 That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 
 
 4  Asleep  in  Jesus !  oh,  for  me 
 May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be ! 
 Securely  shall  my  ashes  he, 
 Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 
 
 5  Asleep  in  Jesus !  far  from  thee 
 Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  ; 
 But  there  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
 
 From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep.  Maekay. 
 
 680 
 
FUNERALS.  [1041,  1042 
 
 -j  r\    a  -j  S.   M.  GerAR 
 
 _LU^rX.  Let  me  die  the  Death  of  the  Righteous. 
 
 \K  for  the  death  of  those 
 Who  slumber  in  the  Lord ! 
 Oh  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
 Like  theirs  my  last  reward. 
 
 2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground, 
 In  silent  hope,  may  lie, 
 
 Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
 Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 
 
 3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar, 
 On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
 
 To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 
 And  reign  with  him  above. 
 
 4  Oh  for  the  death  of  those 
 Who  slumber  in  the  Lord ! 
 
 Oh  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
 
 Like  theirs  mv  last  reward.  * 
 
 1042 
 
 S.  H.  ML  Departure. 
 
 ;•  Friends  separated  for  a  Season. 
 
 FRIEXD  after  friend  departs  : 
 Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
 There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 
 
 That  finds  not  here  an  end : 
 Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
 Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 
 
 2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 
 Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 
 
 There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 
 
 Where  life  is  not  a  breath, 
 Nor  life's  affection  transient  fire, 
 Whose  sparks  fly  upward  to  expire. 
 
 3  There  is  a  world  above, 
 Where  parting  is  unknown  ; 
 
 A  whole  eternity  of  love, 
 
 Formed  for  the  good  alone : 
 And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
 Translated  to  that  happy  sphere. 
 2D  2  '    681 
 
1043,  1044.]  DEATH   AND 
 
 4  Thus  star  by  star  declines, 
 
 Till  all  are  passed  away ; 
 As  morning  high  and  higher  shines, 
 
 To  pure  and  perfect  day  ; 
 Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night, — 
 They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 
 
 Montgomery. 
 
 1  a  i  q  C.  M.      Baeby,  P.  C,  354. 
 xUttfJ*                Safe  at  Home. 
 
 HOW  happy  they  who,  safely  housed, 
 To  Jesus'  bosom  fly ; 
 Before  the  storm  of  wrath  is  roused, 
 Oh  happy  they  who  die  ! 
 
 2  The  fury  of  conflicting  waves 
 Their  ?leep  shall  not  surprise  ; 
 
 It  ruffles  not  their  quiet  graves, 
 It  reaches  not  their  skies. 
 
 3  Care,  pain,  and  grief,  the  wild  array 
 Of  sorrow  felt  below  ; 
 
 The  dread  of  trials'  fiery  day, 
 Of  persecutions'  glow ; 
 
 4  All,  all  is  o'er  with  those  at  rest, 
 For  Jesus'  sake  forgiven  ! 
 
 No  heaving  of  the  anxious  breast, 
 No  sickening  fear,  in  heaven ! 
 
 5  Redeemed  from  earth  and  grief  and  pain, 
 Ah!  when  shall  we  ascend, 
 
 And  all  in  Jesus'  presence  reign 
 
 With  our  translated  friend  ?  * 
 
 ia  |  j  L.  M.       Evening  Chant. 
 
 JLUi"i:.  Mourn  for  the  Living,  not  the  Dead. 
 
 "VTE  mourners  who  in  silent  gloom, 
 X    Bear  your  dear  kindred  to  the  tomb ; 
 Grudge  not  when  Christians  go  to  rest, 
 They  sleep  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest. 
 682 
 
FUNERALS.  [1045. 
 
 2  Call  then  to  mind  their  faith,  their  love, 
 Th<  ;r  meetness  for  the  realms  above; 
 And  if  to  heaven  a  saint  is  fled, 
 
 Oh  !  mourn  the  living,  not  the  dead. 
 
 3  Weep  o'er  the  thousands  that  remain, 
 
 sunk  in  sin,  or  racked  with  pain ; 
 Mourn  your  own  crimes  and  wicked  Ways, 
 
 And  learn  to  number  all  your  days.  * 
 
 1045. 
 
 C.  M.  Armenia. 
 
 Warnings  from  the  Grave. 
 
 BEXEATH  our  feet,  and  o'er  our  head, 
 Is  equal  warning  given  ; 
 Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, — 
 
 Above  us  is  the  heaven. 
 
 2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze, 
 And  lurks  in  every  flower : 
 
 Each  season  has  its  own  disease, — 
 Its  peril  every  hour. 
 
 3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 
 Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay, 
 
 And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
 On  manhood's  middle  day. 
 
 4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 
 Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb  ; 
 
 And  shall  earth  still  our  hearts  engage, 
 And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ? 
 
 5  Turn,  mortal,  turn ;  thy  danger  know  : 
 Where  'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
 
 The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
 And  warns  thee  by  her  dead. 
 
 6  Turn,  mortal,  turn  ;  thy  soul  apply 
 To  truths  divinely  given ; 
 
 The  dead  who  underneath  thee  lie, 
 
 Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven.  Heber. 
 
 683 
 
1046,  1047.]  DEATH   AND 
 
 1  A  i  (*  ®'  ^     Metropolis,  P.  0.,  396. 
 jLU4tO.         Joy  in  View  of  Death. 
 
 SOON  in  the  grave  my  flesh  shall  rest, 
 My  soul  from  earth  remove, 
 And,  in  the  Saviour's  glory  dressed, 
 Shall  reach  the  home  I  love. 
 
 2  My  friends,  the  whole  celestial  choir ; 
 My  everv  feeling,  joy ; 
 
 To  honor  (rod,  my  one  desire  ; 
 His  praise,  my  one  employ. 
 
 3  Nor  would  I  wait  till  angel-host 
 Shall  teach  their  song  to  raise : 
 
 To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
 111  here  begin  my  praise. 
 
 4  Now  to  our  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
 And  Holy  Spirit,  sing  ! 
 
 With  praise  to  God,  the  Three  in  One, 
 
 Let  all  creation  ring!  * 
 
 -j  r\  i  ry  C.  M.  Emuatjs. 
 
 1U4  I  .         The  Death  of  a  Pastor. 
 
 TO  thee,  0  God,  when  pastors  fail, 
 Thy  flock,  deserted,  flies  ; 
 And  on  th'  eternal  Shepherd's  care, 
 Our  steadfast  hope  relies. 
 
 2  When  o'er  thy  faithful  servant's  dust 
 Thy  saints  assembled  mourn, 
 
 In  speedy  tokens  of  thy  grace, 
 0  Zion's  God,  return ! 
 
 3  The  powers  of  nature  all  are  thine, 
 And  thine  the  aids  of  grace ; 
 
 Thine  arm  has  borne  thy  churches  up, 
 Through  each  succeeding  race. 
 
 4  Exert  thy  sacred  influence  here, 
 And  here  thy  suppliants  bless  ; 
 
 And  change  to  strains  of  cheerful  praise 
 
 Our  accents  of  distress.  Doddridge. 
 
 684 
 
FUNERALS.  [1048,   1049. 
 
 1U40.  Death  of  a  Teacher, 
 
 THE  voice  is  hashed — the  gentle  voice, 
 That  told  us  of  a  Saviour's  I 
 
 And  made  our  youthful  hearts  rejoice, 
 In  hope  of  heaven,  our  home  above. 
 
 2  The  eye  is  dim.  the  loving  eye, 
 That  beamed  so  fondly  on  us  here  ; 
 
 Sealed  up  in  death,  the  anxious  si{ 
 No  more  bedews  it  with  a  tear ! 
 
 3  But  in  the  land  beyond  the  grave, 
 That  voice  will  swell  in  rapturous  tone, 
 
 The  song  to  Him  who  died  to  save, 
 And  bring  the  weary  trav'ler  home. 
 
 4  That  eye,  with  holy  radiance  bright, 
 Shall  kindle  like  the  stars  of  even  ; 
 
 Like  them  shall  pierce  the  shades  of  night, 
 And  sweetly  shine  on  us  from  heaven. 
 
 Mrs.  Maxwell. 
 
 -(A  |  a  L.  M.  Retreat. 
 
 JL\J"ii/«  Close  Jiis  Eye%  -softly. 
 
 C1LOSE  softly,  fondly,  while  ye  weep, 
 /  His  eyes,  that  death  may  seem  like  sleep, 
 And  fold  his  hands  in  sign  of  rest, 
 His  waxen  hands,  across  his  breast. 
 
 2  And  make  his  grave  where  violets  hide, 
 Where  star-flowers  strew  the  rivulet's  side, 
 And  blue-birds  in  the  misty  spring 
 
 Of  cloudless  skies  and  summer  sing. 
 
 3  But  we  shall  mourn  him  long,  and  miss 
 His  ready  smile,  his  ready  kiss, 
 
 The  prattle  of  his  little  feet, 
 
 Sweet  frowns  and  stammered  phrases  sweet ; 
 
 4  And  graver  looks,  serene  and  high, 
 A  light  of  heaven  in  that  young  eye, 
 All  these  shall  haunt  us  till  the  heart 
 Shall  ache  and  ache — and  tears  will  start. 
 
 685 
 
1050,  1051.]  DEATH  AND 
 
 5  But  not  his  nobler  part  shall  dwell, 
 A  prisoner  in  this  narrow  cell ; 
 
 For  he,  whom  now  we  hide  from  men 
 In  the  dark  ground,  shall  live  again ; 
 
 6  Shall  break  these  clods,  a  form  of  light, 
 With  nobler  mien  and  purer  sight, 
 
 And  in  eternal  glory  stand, 
 
 Highest  and  nearest  God's  right  hand.  Bryant. 
 
 9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.     Mount  Vernon. 
 Bereavement  and  Resignation. 
 
 JESUS,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding 
 O'er  the  spoils  that  death  has  won, 
 We  would,  at  this  solemn  meeting, 
 Calmly  say, — Thy  will  be  done. 
 
 2  Though  cast  down,  we  're  not  forsaken  ; 
 Though  afflicted,  not  alone  : 
 
 Thou  didst  give,  and  thou  hast  taken ; 
 Blessed  Lord, — Thy  will  be  done. 
 
 3  Though  to-day  we  're  filled  with  mourning, 
 Mercy  still  is  on  the  throne ; 
 
 With  thy  smiles  of  love  returning, 
 We  can  sing, — Thy  will  be  done. 
 
 4  By  thy  hands  the  boon  was  given ; 
 Thou  hast  taken  but  thine  own ; 
 
 Lord  of  earth,  and  God  of  heaven, 
 Evermore, — Thy  will  be  done. 
 
 C.  M.  Marlow. 
 
 At  a  Funeral. 
 
 CALM  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 
 Dear  spirit,  rest  thee  now  ; 
 E  'en  while  with  ours  thy  footsteps  trod, 
 His  seal  was  on  thy  brow. 
 
 2  Dust,  to  its  narrow  home  beneath ; 
 
 Soul,  to  its  rest  on  high ; 
 They  that  have  seen  thy  look  in  death, 
 
 No  more  may  fear  to  die.  Mrs.  Hemans. 
 
 686 
 
1052 
 
 FUNERALS.  [1052. 
 
 P.  M.  12s  &  lis.  Scotland. 
 
 /£/.  Gone  to  the  Grave. 
 
 THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will  not  deplore 
 thee ; 
 Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the  tomb, 
 The  Saviour   has   passed   through  its  portals  before 
 
 thee, 
 And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through  the 
 gloom. 
 
 2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave;  we  no  longer  behold 
 
 thee, 
 Kor  tread  the  rough  path  of  the  world  by  thy  side : 
 But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread   to  enfold 
 
 thee, 
 And  shiners  may  hope,  since  the  Sinless  has  died. 
 
 3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave;    and,  its  mansion 
 
 forsaking, 
 Perhaps  thy  tried  spirit  in  doubt  lingered  long ; 
 But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright  on  thy 
 
 waking, 
 And  the  song  which  thou  heardst  was  the  seraphim's 
 
 song. 
 
 4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  't  were  wrong  to 
 
 deplore  thee, 
 When    God    was    thy    ransom,    thy   guardian    and 
 
 guide ; 
 He  gave  thee,  and  took  thee,  and  soon  will  restore 
 
 thee, 
 Where  death  hath  no  sting,  since  the  Saviour  has 
 
 died.  * 
 
 687 
 
1053,  1054.]  DEATH   AXD 
 
 i  a^q  C.  M.  Chelmsford. 
 
 J- 1/^/0  •     He  giveth  his  Servant  Rest 
 
 FAR  from  affliction,  toil,  and  care, 
 The  happy  soul  is  fled  ; 
 The  breathless  clay  shall  slumber  here, 
 Among  the  silent  dead. 
 
 2  The  gospel  was  his  joy  and  song, 
 E'en  to  his  latest  breath ; 
 
 The  truth  he  had  proclaimed  so  long, 
 Was  his  support  in  death. 
 
 3  Now  he  resides  where  Jesus  is, 
 Above  this  dusky  sphere ; 
 
 His  soul  was  ripened  for  that  bliss, 
 While  yet  he  sojourned  here. 
 
 4  The  Churches'  loss  we  all  deplore, 
 And  shed  the  falling  tear  ; 
 
 Since  we  shall  see  his  face  no  more, 
 Till  Jesus  shall  appear. 
 
 5  But  wTe  are  hasting  to  the  tomb ; 
 Oh,  may  we  ready  stand ! 
 
 Then,  dearest  Lord,  receive  us  home, 
 
 To  dwell  at  thy  right  hand.  * 
 
 S.  M.  Olmutz. 
 
 Death  of  a  Minister. 
 
 HERVANT  of  God,  well  done; 
 O  Rest  from  thy  loved  employ : 
 The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won, 
 Enter  thy  Master's  joy. 
 
 2  The  voice  of  midnight  came, 
 He  started  up  to  hear ; 
 
 A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame, 
 He  fell — but  felt  no  fear. 
 
 3  Tranquil  amidst  alarms, 
 It  found  him  on  the  field, 
 
 A  vet' ran  slumb'ring  on  his  arms, 
 Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 
 688 
 
FUNERALS.  [1055,  1056. 
 
 4  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 
 Labor  and  sorrow  cease  : 
 
 And  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
 His:  soul  is  found  in  peace. 
 
 5  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ; 
 Praise  be  thy  new  employ  ; 
 
 And  while  eternal  ages  run, 
 
 Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy.  Montgomery. 
 
 (w  fw     9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.     Sweet  Singer,  75. 
 Brother,  rest. 
 
 BROTHER,  rest  from  toil  and  sorrow, 
 Death  is  o'er,  and  life  is  won ; 
 Upon  thy  slumber  dawns  no  morrow ; 
 Rest ;  thine  earthly  race  is  run. 
 
 Chorus  :  Rest,  brother,  rest. 
 Rest,  brother,  rest. 
 
 2  Brother,  wake!  the  night  is  waning; 
 Endless  day  is  round  thee  poured ; 
 
 Then  enter  thou  the  rest  remaining 
 For  the  people  of  the  Lord. 
 
 3  Fare  thou  well ;  though  woe  is  blending 
 With  the  tones  of  earthly  love, 
 
 Then  triumph  high  and  joy  unending 
 
 Wait  thee  in  the  realms  above.  * 
 
 1AW/^  ^'  ^*      Sweet  Singer,  70. 
 
 JLUfJO.  Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely . 
 
 SISTER,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 
 Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze, 
 Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening 
 When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 
 
 2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber, 
 
 Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low : 
 Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number ; 
 
 Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 
 689 
 
1057.]  DEATH  AND  FUNERALS. 
 
 3  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us ! 
 Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 
 
 But  'tis  God  that  hath  bereft  us; 
 He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 
 
 4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 
 When  the  day  of  life  is  fled ; 
 
 Then,  in  heaven,  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
 Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 
 
 8.  J.  Goodenough. 
 
 10th  P.  M.  8  lines  8s.  Desire. 
 
 1057 
 
 #  Happy  Death  of  a  Sister  in  the  Lord. 
 
 HOSANNA  to  Jesus  on  high ! 
 Another  has  entered  her  rest : 
 Another  has  'scaped  to  the  sky, 
 
 And  lodged  in  Immanuel's  breast; 
 The  soul  of  our  sister  is  gone, 
 
 To  heighten  the  triumph  above ; 
 Exalted  to  Jesus's  throne, 
 
 And  clasped  in  the  arms  of  his  love. 
 
 2  How  happy  the  angels  that  fall 
 Transported  at  Jesus's  name ; 
 
 The  saints  whom  he  soonest  shall  call, 
 
 To  share  in  the  feast  of  the  Lamb  ! 
 Ko  longer  imprisoned  in  clay, 
 
 Who  next  from  the  dungeon  shall  fly  ? 
 Who  first  shall  be  summoned  away  ? — 
 
 My  mercifid  Lord — Is  it  I  ? 
 
 3  O  Jesus,  if  this  be  thy  will, 
 That  suddenly  I  should  depart, 
 
 Thy  counsel  of  mercy  reveal, 
 
 And  whisper  thy  call  in  my  heart ; 
 Oh  give  me  a  signal  to  know, 
 
 If  soon  thou  wouldst  have  me  remove, 
 And  leave  the  dull  body  below, 
 
 And  fly  to  the  regions  above.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 690 
 
1058. 
 
 THE   GRAVE.  [1058,  1059. 
 
 The  Grave. 
 
 L.  M.  Ridgefield. 
 
 At  the  Grave. 
 
 UN  VAIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb; 
 Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust ; 
 And  give  these  sacred  relics  room, 
 To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 
 
 2  Xor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 
 Invade  thy  bounds :   no  mortal  woes 
 Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
 While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 
 
 3  So  Jesus  slept ; — God's  own  dear  Son 
 Pass'd  through  the  grave,  and  bless'd  the  bed ; 
 Eest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
 The  morning  break  and  pierce  the  shade. 
 
 4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn ; 
 Attend,  O  earth !  his  sovereign  word ; 
 Restore  thy  trust — a  glorious  form — 
 
 Called  to  ascend  and  meet  the  Lord.  Watts. 
 
 1  A  w  O  Ifc '  it  "Windham. 
 XUO<t/.      The  Grave  a  favored  Spot 
 
 THE  grave  is  now  a  favored  spot, 
 To  saints  who  sleep  in  Jesus  blessed  ; 
 For  there  the  wicked  trouble  not, 
 And  there  the  weary  are  at  rest. 
 
 2  At  rest  in  Jesus'  faithful  arms  ; 
 At  rest  as  in  a  peaceful  bed  ; 
 Secure  from  all  the  dreadful  storms, 
 Which  round  this  sinful  world  are  spread. 
 
 3  Thrice  happy  souls  who 're  gone  before 
 To  that  inheritance  divine ! 
 
 They  labor,  sorrow,  sigh  no  more, 
 But  bright  in  endless  glory  shine. 
 691 
 
1060,  1061.]  THE   GRAVE. 
 
 4  Then  let  our  mournful  tears  be  dry, 
 
 Or  in  a  gentle  measure  flow ; 
 
 "We  hail  hem  happy  in  the  sky, 
 
 And  joyful  wait  our  call  to  go.  * 
 
 i  a/ia  CM.  Bang  or. 
 
 lUOU.  Call  from  the  Tombs. 
 
 HARK !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound ! 
 My  ears  attend  the  cry — 
 "  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
 Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 
 
 2  "Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 
 In  spite  of  all  your  towers  : 
 
 The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 
 Shall  lie  as  low  as  ours." 
 
 3  Great  God !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 
 And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
 
 Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
 And  yet  prepared  no  more  ? 
 
 4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quick'ning  grace, 
 To  fit  our  souls  to  fly ; 
 
 Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
 
 "We  '11  rise  above  the  sky.  Waits. 
 
 1  A/^1       L.  M.     Double  or  8s  &  4s.  *        Parr. 
 _LUOJ_«  Low  in  the  Ground. 
 
 THERE  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep, 
 A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found  ; 
 They  softly  lie,  and  sweetly  sleep, 
 Low  in  the  ground. 
 
 2  The  storm  that  wrecks  the  winter  sky, 
 No  more  disturbs  their  sweet  repose, 
 Than  summer  evening's  latest  sigh, 
 
 That  shuts  the  rose. 
 
 3  Thou  traveler  in  this  vale  of  tears 
 To  realms  of  everlasting  light, 
 Through  time's  dark  wilderness  of  years, 
 
 Pursue  thy  flight. 
 *  L.  M.  by  repeating  the  last  line. 
 
 692 
 
DEATH   OF    CHILDREN.  [1062. 
 
 4  Whate'er  thy  lot — where'er  thou  be — ■ 
 Confess  thy  folly — kiss  the  rod  ; 
 
 And  in  thy  chastening  sorrows  see 
 The  hand  of  God. 
 
 5  Though  long  of  winds  and  waves  the  sport, 
 Condemned  in  wretchedness  to  roam, 
 
 Thou  soon  shalt  reach  a  sheltering  port, 
 
 A  quiet  home.  Montgomery. 
 
 1062. 
 
 Death  of  Children. 
 
 P.  M.  6s&5s.         S.  S.  Hos.,54 
 Of  such  is  the  Kingdom. 
 
 ROUND  the  throne  in  glory, 
 i  Happy  children  throng, 
 And  redemption's  story 
 
 AVakes  the  harp  and  song. 
 On  the  verdant  mountain, 
 By  the  shining  stream, 
 Or  the  living  fountain, 
 Jesus  is  their  theme. 
 
 2  Eobes  of  snowy  whiteness, 
 Beautiful  and  rare ; 
 
 Crowns  of  radiant  brightness, 
 Such  those  children  wear : 
 
 Safe  from  death's  bereavement, 
 Sorrow,  and  the  grave, 
 
 Free  from  sin's  enslavement, 
 Victory's  palm  they  wave. 
 
 3  Now  the  skillful  fingers 
 Sweep  the  golden  lyre  ; 
 
 Not  a  harper  lingers 
 In  that  ransomed  choir ; 
 693 
 
1063.]  DEATH    OF    CHILDREN. 
 
 Voices  sweetly  blending 
 
 With  the  tuneful  string, 
 To  the  throne  ascending, 
 
 Praise  the  heavenly  King. 
 
 4  Children  now  sojourning 
 
 In  a  world  of  sin, 
 From  your  follies  turning, 
 
 Strive  to  enter  in  : 
 Let  your  young  affections 
 
 Round  the  Saviour  twine ; 
 And  'mid  heaven's  attractions 
 
 You  shall  sing  and  shine. 
 
 1  APQ        9t!l  R  M*  8s  *  7s<    CmL"  Hos-' 44- 
 
 lUUO.      Is  it  well  with  the  Child? 
 
 THEY  are  going,  only  going, 
 Jesus  called  them  long  ago ; 
 All  the  wintry  time  they  're  passing, 
 
 Softly  as  the  fallen  snow. 
 When  the  violets  in  the  spring  time 
 
 Catch  the  azure  of  the  sky, 
 They  are  carried  out  to  slumber 
 Sweetly  where  the  violets  lie. 
 
 2  They  are  going,  only  going, — 
 When  with  summer  earth  is  dressed, 
 
 In  their  cold  hands  holding  roses 
 
 Folded  to  each  silent  breast ; 
 When  the  autumn  hangs  red  banners 
 
 Out  above  the  harvest  sheaves, 
 They  are  going,  ever  going, 
 
 Thick  and  fast,  like  falling  leaves. 
 
 3  They  are  going,  only  going, 
 Out  of  pain  and  into  bliss, 
 
 Out  of  sad  and  sinful  weakness 
 
 Into  perfect  holiness : 
 They  are  going,  ever  going, 
 
 Leaving  many  a  lonely  spot ; 
 But  't  is  Jesus  who  has  called  them : 
 
 "  Suffer,  and  forbid  them  not." 
 694 
 
DEATH  OF   CHILDREN.      [1064,  1065. 
 
 1  a/^  j  C.  M.  Galena. 
 lUu4.       Death  of  a  S.  S.  Scholar. 
 
 DEATH  has  been  here  and  borne  away 
 A  sister  from  our  side  ; 
 Just  in  the  morning  of  her  days. 
 As  young  as  we,  she  died. 
 
 2  Not  long  ago  she  filled  her  place, 
 And  sat  with  us  to  learn ; 
 
 But  she  has  run  her  mortal  race, 
 And  never  can  return. 
 
 3  Perhaps  our  time  may  be  as  short, 
 Our  days  may  fly  as  fast : 
 
 O  Lord,  impress  the  solemn  thought 
 That  this  may  be  our  last ! 
 
 4  We  can  not  tell  who  next  may  fall 
 Beneath  thy  chastening  rod  ; 
 
 One  must  be  first :   oh,  may  we  all 
 Prepare  to  meet  our  God ! 
 
 5  All  needful  help  is  thine  to  give; 
 To  thee  our  souls  apply 
 
 For  grace  to  teach  us  how  to  live, 
 
 And  make  us  fit  to  die.  * 
 
 1065. 
 
 C.  M.  Woodland. 
 
 Death  of  a  Child. 
 
 THE  once  loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 
 Each  mournful  thought  employs  : 
 And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
 And  withered  all  her  joys. 
 
 2  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 
 When  what  we  now  deplore, 
 
 Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 
 And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 
 
 3  Then  cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears ; 
 Religion  points  on  high  : 
 
 There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
 And  joy  which  can  not  die. 
 695 
 
1066,  1067.]      DEATH   OF    CHILDREN. 
 
 i  A/l/J  C.    Mi  CoWPER. 
 
 JLUDO.         Funeral  of  an  Infant, 
 
 TT^E  lay  thee  in  the  silent  tomb, 
 
 \  \     Sweet  blossom  of  a  day  ; 
 We  just  began  to  view  thy  bloom, 
 When  thou  art  called  away. 
 
 2  Friendship  and  love  have  done  their  last, 
 And  now  can  do  more  ; 
 
 The  bitterness  of  death  is  past, 
 And  all  thy  sufferings  o'er. 
 
 3  Thy  gentle  spirit  passed  away, 
 'Mid  pain  the  most  severe ; 
 
 So  great  we  could  not  wish  thy  stay 
 A  moment  longer  here. 
 
 4  Thou  minglest  now  in  that  bright  throng 
 Around  th'  eternal  throne, 
 
 And  join  st  the  everlasting  song 
 With  those  before  thee  gone. 
 
 5  Qh,  who  could  wish  thy  longer  stay 
 In  such  a  world  as  this, 
 
 Since  thou  hast  gained  the  realms  of  day, 
 
 And  pure,  undying  bliss  ?  * 
 
 1  A/^'Y  8tl1  P<  ^  ~s?  ~s  *  4s'  Angola. 
 1UO  !•            Death  of  a  Scholar. 
 
 TT^HEKE  we  oft  have  met  in  gladness, 
 T  T     On  the  holy  Sabbath-day, 
 Slowly  now,  with  tearful  sadness, 
 Each  pursues  his  lonely  way, 
 
 Tears  are  falling — 
 On  this  holy  Sabbath-day. 
 
 2  One  we  loved  lias  left  our  number 
 For  the  dark  and  silent  tomb  ; 
 
 Closed  his  eyes  in  deathless  slumber — 
 Faded  in  his  early  bloom: 
 Hear  us,  Saviour, — 
 Thou  hast  blessed  the  lonely  tomb. 
 696  * 
 
DEATH   OF    CHILDREN.  [10G8. 
 
 3  Through  its  dark  and  narrow  portal 
 Once  they  bore  thee  to  thy  rest ; 
 
 There  a  ray  of  light  immortal, 
 Like  a  sunbeam  from  the  west, 
 
 Burst  the  shadows — 
 And  the  grave  thenceforth  was  blest 
 
 4  By  the  light  that  thus  was  given 
 To  the  darkness  of  the  tomb — 
 
 By  the  blessed  light  of  heaven, 
 Gilding  scenes  of  earthly  gloom, — 
 
 Star  of  gladness, — 
 All  our  night  with  joy  illume. 
 
 5  From  our  circle,  dearest  brother, 
 Early  hast  thou  passed  away ; 
 
 But  the  angels  say,  " Another 
 Joins  our  holy  song  to-day." 
 Weep  no  longer ! 
 Join  with  them  the  sacred  lav. 
 
 1  A  f*  Q  S.  M.     Forever  with  the  Lord. 
 lUUO.  The  faded  Flower. 
 
 GO  to  thy  rest,  fair  child ! 
 Go  to  thy  dreamless  bed, 
 While  yet  so  gentle,  undefiled, 
 With  blessings  on  thy  head. 
 
 2  Fresh  roses  in  thy  hand, 
 Buds  on  thy  pillow  laid, 
 
 Haste  from  this  dark  and  fearful  land, 
 Where  flowers  so  quickly  fade. 
 
 3  Before  thy  heart  had  learned, 
 In  waywardness  to  stray ; 
 
 Before  thy  feet  had  ever  turned 
 The  dark  and  downward  way ; 
 
 4  Ere  sin  had  seared  the  breast, 
 Or  sorrow  woke  the  tear ; 
 
 Rise  to  thy  throne  of  changeless  rest, 
 
 In  yon  celestial  sphere !  * 
 
 "  2  E  697 
 
10G9,  1070.]      DEATH   OF   CHILDREN. 
 
 1  APQ  C*  M*        Barby,  P.  C,  354. 
 lUOJ.     Another  Child  called  home. 
 
 ANOTHER  hand  is  beckoning  us ; 
 Another  call  is  given  ; 
 And  glows  once  more  with  angel  steps 
 The  path  that  leads  to  heaven. 
 
 2  Unto  our  Father's  will  alone 
 One  thought  hath  reconciled ; 
 
 That  he  whose  love  exceedeth  ours 
 Hath  taken  home  his  child. 
 
 3  Fold  her,  O  Father,  in  thine  arms, 
 And  let  her  henceforth  be 
 
 A  messenger  of  love  between 
 Our  human  hearts  and  thee  ! 
 
 4  Still  let  her  mild  rebukings  stand 
 Between  us  and  the  wrong, 
 
 And  her  dear  memory  serve  to  make 
 
 Our  faith  in  goodness  strong.  * 
 
 1  A'YA  ^*  "*'  Barby. 
 XU  I  U •            An  early  Summons. 
 
 AN  early  summons  Jesus  sends, 
 To  call  a  child  above : 
 And  whispers  to  the  weeping  friends, 
 'T  is  all  the  fruit  of  love. 
 
 2  To  save  the  darling  child  from  woe, 
 And  guard  it  from  all  harms, 
 
 From  all  the  griefs  you  feel  below, 
 I  called  it  to  my  arms. 
 
 3  Ah,  do  not  rashly  with  me  strive, 
 Nor  vainly  fast  or  weep  ; 
 
 The  child,  though  dead,  is  yet  alive, 
 And  only  fall'n  asleep. 
 
 4  'T  is  on  the  Saviour's  bosom  laid, 
 And  feels  no  sorrow  there ; 
 
 'Tis  by  a  heavenly  parent  fed, 
 And  needs  no  more  your  care. 
 698 
 
DEATH   OF   CHILDREN.       [1071,  1072. 
 
 5  To  you  the  child  waa  only  lent, 
 
 "While  mortal  it  was  thine  ; 
 But  now  in  robes  immortal  pent, 
 
 It  lives  forever  mine.  * 
 
 -t  Ary-i  CM.  China. 
 
 XU  i  JL*  Youth  snatched  away, 
 
 TTJ'HEX  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away 
 I T     By  death's  resistless  hand, 
 
 Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
 Which  pity  must  demand. 
 
 2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 
 Oh  may  this  truth,  imprest 
 
 With  awful  power — I  too  must  die, 
 Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 
 
 3  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 
 May  every  heart  obey  ; 
 
 Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
 Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 
 
 4  Oh  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 
 Whose  powerful  arm  can  save ; 
 
 Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
 And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 
 
 5  Great  God,  thy  saving  grace  impart, 
 With  cleansing,  healing  power ; 
 
 This  only  can  prepare  the  heart, 
 
 For  death's  surprising  hour.  Steele. 
 
 1  A^'O      ^  ^*  "'  ^s  *  "*'     ^US"  Leaves,  54 
 JLu  I  hJ%    We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever. 
 
 TT7E  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever ; 
 
 T  T     There  will  be  a  glorious  dawn ; 
 We  shall  meet  to  part,  no,  never ! 
 
 On  the  resurrection  morn ! 
 From  the  deepest  caves  of  ocean. 
 From  the  desert  and  the  plain, 
 From  the  valley  and  the  mountain, 
 Countless  throngs  shall  rise  again. 
 699 
 
1073.]  RESURRECTION. 
 
 Chorus  :   We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever ; 
 There  will  be  a  glorious  dawn ; 
 We  shall  meet  to  part,  no,  never ! 
 On  the  resurrection  morn  ! 
 
 2  When  we  see  a  precious  blossom 
 That  we  tended  with  such  care, 
 
 Rudely  taken  from  our  bosom, 
 
 How  our  aching  hearts  despair ! 
 Bound  its  little  grave  we  linger, 
 
 Till  the  setting  sun  is  low, 
 Feeling  all  our  hopes  have  perished 
 
 With  the  flower  we  cherished  so. 
 
 3  We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever, 
 In  the  lone  and  silent  grave ; 
 
 Blessed  be  the  Lord  that  taketh, 
 
 Blessed  be  the  Lord  that  gave. 
 In  the  bright,  eternal  city 
 
 Death  can  never,  never  come ; 
 In  his  own  good  time  he  '11  call  us 
 
 From  our  rest  to  Home,  Sweet  Home. 
 
 Mrs.  M.  R.  Kidder. 
 
 Eesurrectiox. 
 
 ^^  L    M.  Zephyr. 
 
 8  Oo  Sown  in  Weakness ,  raised  in  Glory. 
 
 THE  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets, 
 And  gay  their  silken  leaves  unfold, 
 As  careless  of  the  noontide  heats, 
 As  fearless  of  the  evening  cold. 
 
 2  Kipped  by  the  winds  untimely  blast, 
 
 Parched  by  the  sun's  directer  ray, 
 The  momentary  glories  waste, 
 
 The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 
 700 
 
RESURRECTION.  [1074. 
 
 3  So  blooms  tlie  human  face  divine, 
 When  youth  its  pride  of  beauty  shows : 
 
 Fairer  than  spring  the  colors  shine, 
 And  sweeter  than  the  virgin  rose. 
 
 4  Or  worn  by  slowly-rolling  years, 
 Or  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day, 
 
 The  fading  glory  disappears, 
 
 The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 
 
 5  Yet  these,  new  rising  from  the  tomb, 
 With  luster  brighter  far  shall  shine, 
 
 Revive  with  ever-during  bloom, 
 Safe  from  diseases  and  decline. 
 
 6  Let  sickness  blast,  let  death  devour, 
 
 If  heaven  must  recompense  our  pains; 
 Perish  the  grass  and  fade  the  flower, 
 
 If  firm  the  word  of  God  remains.     S.  Wesley,  Jr. 
 
 -t  s\rv  a  S.  ML  Stafford. 
 
 XU  i  4:.  — And  with  the  Trump  of  God. 
 
 IN  expectation  sweet, 
 We  wait,  and  sing,  and  pray. 
 Till  Christ's  triumphal  car  we  meet, 
 And  see  an  endless  day. 
 
 2  He  comes! — the  Conqu'ror  comes; 
 Death  falls  beneath  his  sword ; 
 
 The  joyful  prisoners  burst  their  tombs, 
 And  rise  to  meet  their  Lord. 
 
 3  The  trumpet  sounds, — Awake! — 
 Ye  dead,  to  judgment  come  ! — 
 
 The  pillars  of  creation  shake, 
 While  hell  receives  her  doom. 
 
 4  Thrice  happy  morn  for  those 
 Who  love  the  ways  of  peace  ; 
 
 No  night  of  sorrow  e'er  shall  close, 
 
 Or  shade  their  perfect  bliss.  Anon.* 
 
 701 
 
1075,  1076.]  RESURRECTION. 
 
 75. 
 
 C.  M.  Arlington. 
 
 Living  again. 
 
 A  LL  nature  dies,  and  lives  again  ; 
 ilL  The  flowers  that  paint  the  field, 
 The  trees  that  crown  the  mountains  brow, 
 And  boughs  and  blossoms  yield — ■ 
 
 2  Resign  the  honors  of  their  form, 
 At  winters's  stormy  blast ; 
 
 And  leave  the  naked,  leafless  plain, 
 A  desolated  waste. 
 
 3  Yet,  soon  reviving  plants  and  flowers 
 Anew  shall  deck  the  plain : 
 
 The  woods  shall  hear  the  voice  of  spring, 
 And  ilourish  green  again. 
 
 4  So,  to  the  dreary  grave  consigned, 
 Man  sleeps  in  death's  dark  gloom, 
 
 Until  tli'  eternal  morning  wTake 
 The  slumbers  of  the  tomb. 
 
 5  Oh  may  the  grave  become  to  us 
 The  bed  of  peacef  ul  rest ; 
 
 Whence  we  shall  gladly  rise  at  length, 
 
 And  mingle  with  the  blest.  Logan. 
 
 6. 
 
 C.  31.  Tallis. 
 
 Faith  sees  the  Resurrection. 
 
 ["OW  long  shall  death,  the  tyrant,  reign, 
 And  triumph  o'er  the  just; 
 While  the  rich  blood  of  martyrs  slain, 
 Lies  mingled  with  the  dust  ? 
 
 3  Faith  sees  the  Lord  of  glory  come, 
 
 And  flaming  guards  around  ; 
 The  skies  divide  to  make  him  room. 
 
 The  trumpet  shakes  the  ground. 
 
 *3  Faith  hears  the  voice, '  "  Ye  dead,  arise!  " 
 
 And  lo  !  the  graves  obey  ; 
 /And  waking  saints  with  joyful  eyes 
 Salute  th'  expected  day. 
 702 
 
BE3BUBBBCTXON.  Q1077,  1078. 
 
 4  They  leave  the  dust,  and,  on  the  wing, 
 Rise  to  the  midway  air; 
 
 In  shining  garments  meet  their  King, 
 And  low  adore  him  there. 
 
 5  Oh  may  our  humble  spirits  stand 
 Among  them  clothed  in  white  ; 
 
 The  meanest  place  at  his  right  hand 
 Is  infinite  delight. 
 
 6  How  will  our  joy  and  wonder  rise, 
 When  our  returning  King 
 
 Shall  hear  us  homeward  through  the  skies, 
 
 On  love's  triumphant  wing.  Watts. 
 
 i   A  v  t  L.    M.  JuDAH. 
 
 JL\J  i  i  o    Assurance  of  tfie  Resurrection, 
 
 \TTHAT  sinners  value,  I  resign : 
 T  V    Lord  !  't  is  enough  that  thou  art  mine  ! 
 
 1  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
 And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 
 
 2  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show; 
 But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
 Hath  joy  substantial  and  sincere : 
 AVhen  shall  I  wake  and  rind  me  there  ? 
 
 3  Oh  glorious  hour  !  oh  blest  abode  ! 
 I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
 And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
 The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 
 
 4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
 Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
 Then  burst  the  chains  With  sweet  surprise, 
 
 And  in  my  Saviours  image  rise.  Watts. 
 
 1U  (  O.  The  last  Trumpet. 
 
 YTTHEX  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
 T  T     This  rending  earth  shall  shake, — 
 AVhen  op'ning  graves  shall  yield  their  charge, 
 And  dust  to  life  awake;  — 
 703 
 
1079.]  RESURRECTION. 
 
 2  Those  bodies  that  corrupted  fell, 
 Shall  incorrupt  arise : 
 
 And  mortal  forms  shall  spring  to  life, 
 Immortal  in  the  skies. 
 
 3  Behold,  what  heavenly  prophets  sung, 
 Is  now  at  last  fulfilled — 
 
 That  death  should  yield  its  ancient  reign, 
 And,  vanquished,  quit  the  field. 
 
 4  Let  faith  exalt  her  joyful  voice, 
 And  now  in  triumph  sing: 
 
 "  O  Grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
 "And  where,  0  Death!  thy' sting? 
 
 5  "Thy  sting  was  sin,  and  conscious  guilt; 
 "T  was  this  that  armed  thy  dart; 
 
 "  The  law  gave  sin  its  strength  and  force, 
 4  f  To  pierce  the  sinner's  heart. 
 
 6  "  But  God,  whose  name  be  ever  blest  I 
 ' ;  Disarms  that  foe  we  dread  ; 
 
 "And  makes  us  conqu'rors,  when  we  die, 
 "Through  Christ  our  living  Head." 
 
 Bickers  teth's  Coll 
 
 IV.    In 
 
 1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.     Gospel  Trumpet. 
 m y  Flesh  shall  I  see  God. 
 
 I  CALL  the  world's  Redeemer  mine ; 
 He  lives  who  died  for  me,  I  know, — 
 Who  bought  my  soul  with  blood  divine  : 
 
 Jesus  shall  re-appear  below, — 
 Stand  in  that  dreadful  day  unknown, 
 And  fix  on  earth  his  heavenly  throne. 
 
 2  Then  the  last  judgment-day  shall  come  ; 
 
 And  although  worms  my  skin  devour, 
 The  Judge  shall  call  me  from  the  tomb, 
 
 Shall  bid  the  greedy  grave  restore, 
 And  raise  this  individual  me, 
 God  in  the  flesh,  my  God,  to  see. 
 704 
 
RESURRECTION.  [1080. 
 
 3  In  this  identic  body,  I, 
 
 With  eyes  of  flesh  refined,  restored, 
 Shall  see  that  self-same  Saviour  nigh, 
 
 See  for  myself  my  smiling  Lord; 
 See  with  ineffable  delight, 
 >  >r  lain:  to  bear  the  glorious  sight. 
 
 4  Then  let  the  worms  demand  their  prey, 
 The  gnedy  grave  my  reins  consume ; 
 
 With  joy  I  drop  my  mold'ring  clay, 
 And  rest  till  my  Redeemer  come; 
 On  Christ  my  life,  in  death  rely, 
 Secure  that  1  can  never  die.  C  Wesley. 
 
 i  aqa  P.  M.  8  lines  7s  &  6s.     Amsterdam. 
 
 ll/OU.  Christ  shall  come. 
 
 JESUS,  faithful  to  his  word, 
 Shall  with  a  shout  descend : 
 
 All  heaven's  host  their  glorious  Lord 
 
 Shall  joyfully  attend. 
 Christ  shall  come  with  dreadful  noise, 
 
 Lightnings  swift,  and  thunders  loud; 
 With  the  great  archangel's  voice, 
 
 And  with  the  trump  of  God. 
 
 2  First  the  dead  in  Christ  shall  rise ; 
 
 Then  we  that  yet  remain. 
 Shall  be  caught  up  to  the  skies, 
 
 And  see  our  Lord  again. 
 We  shall  meet  him  in  the  air ; 
 
 All  rapt  up  to  heaven  shall  be ; 
 Find,  and  love,  and  praise  him  there, 
 
 To  all  eternity. 
 
 .°>  Who  can  tell  the  happiness, 
 
 This  glorious  hope  affords? 
 Joy  un uttered  we  possess 
 
 In  these  reviving  words : 
 Happy  while  on  earth  we  breathe ; 
 
 Mightier  bliss  ordained  to  know : 
 Trampling  down  sin,  hell,  and  death, 
 
 To  the  third  heaven  we  go.  Q.  Wesley, 
 
 2  E  2  705 
 
1081,  1082.]  RESURRECTION. 
 
 1  A  01  k"  ^*  Ware. 
 JlUOJL.  Day  dawns  on  the  Night  of  the  Grave. 
 
 SHALL  man,  O  God  of  light  and  life, 
 Forever  molder  in  the  grave? 
 Canst  thou  forget  thy  glorious  work, 
 Thy  promise,  and  thy  power,  to  save  ? 
 
 2  In  those  dark,  silent  realms  of  night 
 Shall  peace  and  hope  no  more  arise  ? 
 
 ]So  future  morning  light  the  tomb, 
 Nor  day-star  gild  the  darksome  skies? 
 
 3  Cease — cease,  ye  vain,  desponding  fears : 
 When  Christ,  our  Lord,  from  darkness  sprang, 
 
 Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led, 
 
 And  heaven  with  praise  and  wonder  rang. 
 
 4  Faith  sees  the  bright,  eternal  doors 
 Unfold,  to  make  his  children  way  ; 
 
 They  shall  be  clothed  with  endless  life, 
 And  shine  in  everlasting  day. 
 
 5  The  trumps  shall  sound — the  dead  shall  wake; 
 From  the  cold  tomb  the  slumbrers  spring ; 
 
 Through  heaven,  with  joy,  their  myriads  rise, 
 
 And  hail  their  Saviour  and  their  King.        Dwigld 
 
 1  AGO  ®"  ""     Resurrection,  or  Olmutz. 
 lUO/C*.       "  Forever  with  the  Lord:' 
 
 "  pOEEATER  with  the  Lord : " 
 
 _T    Amen,  so  let  it  be  : 
 Unbounded  bliss  is  in  that  word, 
 
 'T  is  immortality. 
 
 2  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 
 How  shall  I  love  that  word : 
 
 And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 
 "  Forever  with  the  Lord." 
 
 3  The  trump  of  final  doom 
 Will  speak  the  self-same  word, 
 
 And  heaven's  voice  thunder  thro'  the  tomb, 
 "  Forever  with  the  Lord." 
 TOG 
 
JUDGMENT. 
 
 [1083. 
 
 4  The  tomb  shall  echo  deep 
 The  death-awakening  word — 
 
 The  saints  shall  hear  it  in  their  sleep, 
 44  Forever  with  the  Lord." 
 
 5  Then  while  they  upward  fly, 
 That  resurrection  word 
 
 ►Shall  be  their  shout  of  victory, 
 "Forever  with  the  Lord." 
 
 Montgomery. 
 
 Judgment. 
 
 1083. 
 
 8th  P.  M.  8s,  7s  &  4s. 
 The  Day  of  Judgment. 
 
 DAY  of  Judgment, — day  of  wonders, 
 Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
 Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
 Shakes  the  vast  creation  round ! 
 How  the  summons 
 Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 
 
 2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 
 Clothed  in  majesty  divine ! 
 
 Ye  who  long  for  his  appearing, 
 
 Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine!" 
 Gracious  Saviour ! 
 Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine ! 
 
 3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 
 Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea, 
 
 All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
 By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee : 
 Careless  sinner! 
 What  will  then  become  of  thee? 
 
 4  Horrors,  past  imagination, 
 
 Will  surprise  your  trembling  heart, 
 When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 
 "Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart! 
 Thou  with  Satan 
 And  his  angels  hast  thy  part ! " 
 "   707 
 
 Ocean. 
 
1084.]  JUDGMENT. 
 
 5  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
 
 Loved,  and  served  the  Lord  below, 
 He  will  say,  *  '  Come  near,  ye  blessed  ! 
 
 See  the  kingdom  I  bestow ! 
 You  forever 
 Shall  my  love  and  glory  know."  Netvion. 
 
 1  AO  i  S.    M.  MORNINGTON. 
 
 JLUO~A«    The  Judge  of  Quick  and  Dead. 
 
 THOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 
 Before  whose  bar  severe, 
 With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread, 
 We  all  shall  soon  appear. 
 
 2  Our  cautioned  souls  prepare 
 For  that  tremendous  day, 
 
 And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
 And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 
 
 3  To  pray  and  wait  the  hour, 
 That  awful  hour  unknown, 
 
 When,  robed  in  majesty  and  power, 
 Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  doAvn — 
 
 4  Th'  immortal  Son  of  man, 
 To  judge  the  human  race, 
 
 With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 
 With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 
 
 5  To  damp  our  sinful  joys, 
 
 *T  increase  our  gracious  fears, 
 Forever  let  th'  Archangel's  voice 
 Be  sounding  in  our  ears : 
 
 6  The  solemn  midnight  cry, 
 
 "  Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come ! 
 Arise  and  meet  him  in  the  sky, 
 And  meet  your  instant  doom ! " 
 
 7  Oh  may  we  all  insure 
 A  lot  among  the  blest : 
 
 And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 
 
 An  everlasting  rest.  C.  JVesley. 
 
 708 
 
JUDGMENT.  [1085,  1086. 
 
 1  A  Q  w  8th  P.  M.  8s,  7s  &  4s.  Dublin. 
 XUOfJ.        Jfestw,  the  Judge,  comes. 
 
 LO !  we  see  the  sign  appearing, 
 Jesus  comes,  the  Judge  severe ; 
 Hell  is  trembling,  earth  is  quaking, 
 Sinners  shriek  with  awful  fear : 
 Come  to  judgment, 
 Stand  your  awful  doom  to  hear. 
 
 2  See  the  world  in  flames  is  burning, 
 Hills  and  mountains  fly  away  ; 
 
 Lo!  the  moon  and  stars  are  falling, 
 Comets  blazing  through  the  sky ; 
 Thunders  rolling, 
 Sinners  now  for  help  they  cry. 
 
 3  Rescued  from  the  conflagration, 
 Mount  the  righteous  up  on  high, 
 
 Gain  the  hope  of  their  salvation, 
 Live  with  God  no  more  to  die  ; 
 Hallelujah!  f 
 
 Glory  to  the  Lamb  they  cry. 
 
 4  Stop,  my  soul,  look  back  and  wonder, 
 See  the  wicked  left  behind, 
 
 Hear  them  crying,  weeping,  wailing, 
 For  a  moment's  ease  to  find ; 
 Doomed  to  sorrow, 
 In  the  lake  of  hell  confined.  * 
 
 i  AQ/i  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 
 
 lUuU.  Boohs  opened. 
 
 METHINKS  the  last  great  day  is  come, 
 Methinks  I  hear  the  trumpet  sound 
 That  shakes  the  earth,  rends  every  tomb, 
 And  wakes  the  pris'ners  under  ground. 
 
 2  The  mighty  deep  gives  up  her  trust, 
 
 Awed  by  the  Judge's  high  command : 
 Both  small  and  great  now  quit  their  dust, 
 
 And  round  the  dread  tribunal  stand. 
 709 
 
1037,  1088.]  JUDGMENT. 
 
 3  Behold  the  awful  books  displayed, 
 Big  with  th'  important  fates  of  men  ; 
 
 Each  word  and  deed  now  public  made, 
 Written  by  heaven's  unerring  pen. 
 
 4  To  every  soul  the  books  assign 
 The  joyous  or  the  dread  reward  ; 
 
 Sinners  in  vain  lament  and  pine  : 
 The  Judge  will  here  no  pleas  regard. 
 
 5  Lord,  when  these  awful  leaves  unfold, 
 May  life's  fair  book  my  soul  approve ; 
 
 There  may  I  read  my  name  enrolled, 
 
 And  triumph  in  redeeming  love.  * 
 
 i  AQry  5th  P.  ML  7s.     Rock  of  Ages. 
 
 JLvO  •  •       Wliere  wilt  thou  appear  t 
 TTTHEN  thy  mortal  life  is  fled, 
 
 1  \     When  the  death-shades  o'er  thee  spread, 
 When  is  finished  thy  career, 
 Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 
 
 2  When  the  world  has  passed  away, 
 AVli en  draws  near  the  judgment-day, 
 When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound, 
 Say,  oh  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 
 
 3  When  the  Judge  descends  in  light, 
 Clothed  in  majesty  and  might ; 
 When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear, 
 Where,  oh  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 
 
 4  What  shall  soothe  thy  bursting  heart, 
 When  the  saints  and  thou  must  part? 
 When  the  good  with  joy  are  crowned 
 
 Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ?  Smith. 
 
 1  AQQ  L*  M*  Wells. 
 
 lUoO.  The  Lord  will  come. 
 
 rpHE  Lord  shall  come!  the  earth  shall  quake, 
 JL    The  mountains  to  their  center  shake ; 
 And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
 The  stars  shall  pale  their  feeble  light. 
 710 
 
JUDGMENT.  [1089. 
 
 2  The  Lord  will  come ;  but  not  the  same 
 As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came ; 
 
 A  silent  lamb  to  slaughter  led, 
 
 The  bruised,  the  suffering,  and  the  dead. 
 
 3  The  Lord  will  come  ;  a  dreadful  form, 
 With  wreath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm; 
 On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind. 
 Anointed  Judge  of  human-kind. 
 
 4  Can  this  be  He,  who  wont  to  stray, 
 A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway  'i 
 
 By  power  oppressed  and  mocked  by  pride, 
 O  God,  is  this  the  Crucified  ? 
 
 5  Go,  tyrants;  to  the  rocks  complain  ; 
 Go,  seek  the  mountain's  cleft  in  vain ; 
 But  faith  victorious  o'er  the  tomb, 
 
 Shall  sing  for  joy,  the  Lord  is  come.  Heber. 
 
 1089. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.  Hoiitox. 
 
 Jesus  comes. 
 
 HARK — that  shout  of  rapt'rous  joy, 
 Bursting  forth  from  yonder  cloud  ! 
 Jesus  comes — and,  through  the  sky, 
 Angels  tell  their  joy  aloud. 
 
 2  Hark  ! — i\\e  trumpet's  awful  voice 
 Sounds  abroad  through  sea  and  land ; 
 
 Let  his  people  now  rejoice, 
 Their  redemption  is  at  hand. 
 
 3  See  I — the  Lord  appears  in  view ; 
 Heaven  and  earth  before  him  fly 
 
 Rise,  ye  saints  !  He  comes  for  you, — 
 Rise,  to  meet  him  in  the  sky. 
 
 4  Go  and  dwell  with  him  above, 
 Where  no  foe  can  e'er  molest; 
 
 Happy  in  the  Saviour's  love, 
 
 Ever  ble-sing.  ever  blest.  Kclley. 
 
 711 
 
1090,  1091.]  JUDGMENT. 
 
 i  no  a       26th  R  M* 6s  &  7s*  s* s*  Hos*'  5L 
 
 XUey  v»     Ohy  there  will  be  Mourning. 
 
 OH,  there  will  be  mourning 
 Before  the  judgment-seat, 
 When  this  world  is  burning, 
 Beneath  Jehovah's  feet ! 
 
 Chorus  :  Friends  and  kindred  there  will  part, 
 Will  part  to  meet  no  more  ; 
 Wrath  will  sink  the  rebel's  heart, 
 
 While  saints  on  high  adore. 
 Oh,  there  will  be  mourning 
 Before  the  judgment-seat. 
 
 2  Oh,  there  will  be  mourning 
 Before  the  judgment  seat! 
 
 When  the  trumpet's  warning 
 The  sinner's  ear  shall  greet ! 
 
 3  Oh,  there  will  be  mourning 
 Before  the  judgment-seat ! 
 
 When,  from  dust  returning, 
 The  lost  their  doom  shall  meet. 
 
 4  Oh,  there  will  be  mourning 
 Before  the  judgment-seat  ; 
 
 Justice,  ever-frowning, 
 
 Shall  seal  the  sinner's  fate.  * 
 
 "1  AA1  ^'  ^  Heber. 
 
 1U  JI.    The  Dissolution  of  all  Things. 
 
 JESUS,  to  thy  dear  wounds  we  flee  ; 
 We  shelter  in  thy  side  ; 
 
 Assured  that  all  who  trust  in  thee, 
 Shall  evermore  abide. 
 
 2  Then  let  the  thundering  trumpet  sound  ; 
 
 The  latest  lightnings  glare  ; 
 The  mountains  melt ;  the  solid  ground 
 
 Dissolve  as  liquid  air. 
 
 712 
 
JUDGMENT.  [1092. 
 
 3  The  huge  celestial  bodies  roll 
 Amid  the  general  fire  ; 
 
 And  shrivel  as  a  parchment  scroll, 
 And  all  in  smoke  expire  : — 
 
 4  Yet  still  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  reigns, 
 When  nature  is  destroyed ; 
 
 And  no  created  thing  remains 
 Throughout  the  flaming  void. 
 
 5  So  be  it ;  let  this  system  end ; 
 This  ruinous  earth,  and  skies; 
 
 The  new  Jerusalem  descend, — 
 The  new  creation  rise. 
 
 6  Thy  power  omnipotent  assume  ; 
 Thy  brightest  majesty  : 
 
 And  when  thou  dost  in  glory  come, 
 
 My  Lord,  remember  me.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 1092. 
 
 4th  P.  M.  Ganges. 
 
 Pleading  for  Acceptance. 
 
 YT7HEX  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come, 
 
 T I     To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home, 
 
 Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
 Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
 Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
 
 Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 
 
 2  I  love  to  meet  thy  people  now, 
 Before  thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 
 
 Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
 But — can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought? 
 What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 
 
 When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 
 
 3  O  Lord,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace  ; 
 Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place, 
 
 In  this  th'  accepted  day ; 
 Thy  pardoning  voice,  oh,  let  me  hear, 
 To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 
 
 Nor  let  me  fall  I  pray. 
 
 713 
 
1093,  1094.]  JUDGMENT. 
 
 4  And  when  the  final  trump  shall  sound, 
 Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
 
 To  bow  before  thy  face ; 
 Then  in  triumphant  strains  I  '11  sing, 
 While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 
 
 With  praise  of  sovereign  grace.         llippon's  Coll. 
 
 109 
 
 S.  M.  Dunbar, 
 
 TJie  Judge  will  come  ! 
 
 A  ND  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 
 j\.  And  must  the  dead  arise, 
 And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
 His  ail-discerning  eyes  ? 
 
 2  How  will  my  heart  endure 
 The  terrors  of  that  day, 
 
 When  earth  and  heaven,  before  his  face, 
 Astonished,  shrink  away  ? 
 
 3  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 
 The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
 
 Hark  !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
 What  joyful  tidings  spread! 
 
 4  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 
 Whose  wrath  ye  can  not  bear ; 
 
 Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
 And  find  salvation  there. 
 
 5  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 
 By  which  the  Saviour  bled  ; 
 
 And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
 
 His  blessings  on  your  head.  Doddridge. 
 
 1094 
 
 L.  M.  Brewer. 
 
 Appearing  of  the  Judge. 
 
 E  comes !  He  comes !  the  Judge  severe ! 
 The  seventh  trumpet  speaks  him  near ; 
 liis  lightnings  flash,  his  thunders  roll ; 
 How  welcome  to  the  fiiithful  soul ! 
 714 
 
JUDGMENT.  [1095. 
 
 2  From  heaven  angelic  voices  sound  ; 
 See  the  almighty  JeBQfl  crowned! 
 Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 
 And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 
 
 3  Descending  on  his  great  white  throne, 
 He  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own ; 
 The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
 
 And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord ! 
 
 4  Shout,  all  the  people  of  the  sky, 
 And  all  the  saints  of  the  Most  High ; 
 Our  Lord,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
 
 Forever  and  forever  reigns.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 1095. 
 
 C.  M.        Du>~lap's  Creek. 
 
 The  awful  Day. 
 
 THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
 Tlf  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
 When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
 And  pass  the  solemn  test. 
 
 2  Jesus,  thou  source  of  all  my  joys, 
 Thou  ruler  of  my  heart, 
 
 How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
 Pronounce  the  word  '  '  Depart !  " 
 
 3  The  thunder  of  that  awful  word 
 Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
 
 T  w;ould  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
 With  most  tormenting  fear. 
 
 4  What,  to  be  banished  from  my  Lord, 
 And  yet  forbid  to  die ! 
 
 To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
 And  death  forever  fly  ! 
 
 5  Oh  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 
 To  see  my  God  remove, 
 
 And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
 
 I  must  not  taste  his  love !  Watts. 
 
 715 
 
1096,  1097.]  HEAVEN  AND 
 
 1  A  A/*  L.  M.  Sterling. 
 J_U*yO.        The  Archangel's  Trump. 
 
 11HE  great  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 
 .    (While  twice  ten  thousand  thunders  roar,) 
 Tear  up  the  graves,  and  cleave  the  ground 
 And  make  the  greedy  sea  restore. 
 
 2  The  greedy  sea  shall  yield  her  dead ; 
 The  earth  no  more  her  slain  conceal ; 
 
 Sinners  shall  lift  their  guilty  head, 
 And  shrink  to  see  a  yawning  hell. 
 
 3  But  we  who  now  our  Lord  confess, 
 And  faithful  to  the  end  endure, 
 
 Shall  stand  in  Jesus'  righteousness : 
 Stand  as  the  Rock  of  Ages,  sure. 
 
 4  We,  while  the  stars  from  heaven  shall  fall, 
 And  mountains  are  on  mountains  hurled, 
 
 Shall  stand  unmoved  amidst  them  all, 
 And  smile  to  see  a  burning  world. 
 
 5  The  earth  and  all  the  works  therein 
 Dissolve,  by  raging  flames  destroyed ; 
 
 While  we  survey  the  awful  scene, 
 And  mount  above  the  fiery  void. 
 
 6  By  faith  we  now  transcend  the  skies, 
 And  on  that  ruined  world  look  down : 
 
 By  love  above  all  height  we  rise, 
 
 And  share  the  everlasting  throne.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 Heaven  and  Eternal  Life. 
 
 1  AA^/  CM.     Happy  Voices,  212. 
 
 J_Ue/  I  «      The  Land  of  pure  Delight. 
 
 THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
 Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
 Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
 And  pleasures  banish  pain. 
 71G 
 
eternal  life.  [1098. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 Oh  the  land,  the  lovely  land, 
 
 The  land  over  Jordan's  foam  ; 
 On  the  golden  strand,  wait  the  happy  band 
 
 To  welcome  the  ransomed  home. 
 
 2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
 And  never-with'ring  flower- : 
 
 Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
 This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 
 
 3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
 Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
 
 So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
 While  Jordan  rolled  between. 
 
 4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 
 To  cross  this  narrow  sea  ; 
 
 And  linger  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
 And  fear  to  launch  away. 
 
 5  Oh  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 
 The  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
 
 And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
 With  imbeclouded  eyes. 
 
 6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
 And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
 
 Xot  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
 
 Should  fright  us  from  the  shore.  Waits, 
 
 i  aaq  C.  M.  Exhortation. 
 
 XUt/O.         Jordan  s  stormy  Banks. 
 
 OX  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand. 
 And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
 To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
 Where  my  possessions  lie. 
 
 2  Oh  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 
 
 That  rises  to  my  sight! 
 Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
 
 And  rivers  of  delight ! 
 
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1099.]  HEAVEN  AND 
 
 3  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 
 On  trees  immortal  grow  ; 
 
 There  rock,  and  hill,  and  brook,  and  vale, 
 With  milk  and  honey  flow. 
 
 4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains, 
 Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
 
 There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 
 And  scatters  night  away. 
 
 5  No  chilling  winds,  or  pois'nous  breath, 
 Can  reach  that  healthful  shore ; 
 
 Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
 Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 
 
 G  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
 
 And  be  forever  blest  ? 
 When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
 
 And  in  his  bosom  rest? 
 
 7  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 
 Would  here  no  longer  stay ! 
 
 Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
 Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 
 
 8  There  on  those  high  and  flowery  plains, 
 Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire ; 
 
 But  in  perpetual  joyful  strains, 
 
 Redeeming  love  admire.  S.  Steroid* 
 
 1099. 
 
 P.  M.  Gold.  Ces.,  62. 
 
 The  heavenly  Land. 
 
 I  LOVE  to  think  of  the  heavenly  land, 
 AVIiere  white-robed  angels  are  ; 
 Where  many  a  friend  is  gathered  safe 
 From  fear,  and  toil,  and  care. 
 
 Chorus  :  There  '11  be  no  parting, 
 
 There  '11  be  no  parting, 
 There  '11  be  no  parting, 
 
 There  '11  be  no  parting  there. 
 718 
 
ETEPwXAL    LIFE.  [1100. 
 
 2  I  love  to  think  of  the  heavenly  land, 
 Where  my  Redeemer  r-  ' 
 
 Where  raptun  1 1  f  triumph  rise 
 
 In  endless,  jo;  ins. 
 
 3  I  love  to  think  of  the  heavenly  land, 
 The  saints1  eternal  home, 
 
 Where  palm-,  and  robes,  and  crowns  ne'er  fade, 
 And  all  our  joys  are  one. 
 
 4  I  love  to  think  of  the  heavenly  land, 
 The  greetings  there  we'll  meet, 
 
 The  harps — the  songs  forever  ours — 
 
 The  walks — the  golden  streets. 
 
 5  I  love  to  think  of  the  heavenly  land, 
 That  promised  land  so  fair, 
 
 Oh,  how  my  raptured  spirit  longs 
 
 To  be  forever  there!  * 
 
 -j  -i  /\  /\  S.  M.  Gold.  Qeh.,  59. 
 
 ±100.    "  Wliere  there  is  no  Parting" 
 
 4  XD  may  I  still  get  there? 
 j\_  Still  reach  the  heavenly  shore  ? 
 The  land  forever  bright  and  fair, 
 Where  sorrow  reigns  no  more  ? 
 
 Chorus  :  Where  there  is  no  parting, 
 
 Where  there  is  no  parting, 
 Where  there  is  no  parting, 
 And  sorrow  reigns  no  more. 
 
 2  Shall  I,  unworthy  I, 
 
 To  fear  and  doubting  given, 
 
 Mount  up  at  last,  and  happy  fly 
 
 On  angel's  wings  to  heaven  ? 
 
 3  Hail,  love  divine  and  pure, 
 Hail,  mercy  from  the  skies ! 
 
 My  hopes  are  bright,  and  now  secure, 
 Upborne  by  faith  I  rise. 
 719 
 
1101.]  HEAVEN  Am> 
 
 4  I  part  with  earth  and  sin, 
 
 And  shout  the  dangers  past ; 
 My  Saviour  takes  me  fully  in, 
 
 And  I  am  his  at  last.  W.  Hunter, 
 
 1101. 
 
 C.  P.  M.  8s,  6s  &  8s.        Jennison. 
 
 The  Glory-Land. 
 
 THERE  is  a  land  far  out  of  sight, 
 Beyond  these  earthly  climes, 
 "Where  darkness  ne'er  excludes  the  light, 
 
 But  day  perpetual  shines, — 
 Where  glories  burst  upon  the  soul,    - 
 And  joys  in  endless  prospect  roll. 
 
 2  No  poisonous  fruit,  nor  grief,  nor  fear, 
 Nor  hate,  nor  war,  nor  strife, 
 
 But  fruits  of  paradise  grow  there, 
 
 On  trees  of  endless  life, — 
 In  that  delightful  land  above, 
 The  trees  of  life  bear  fruits  of  love. 
 
 3  No  chilling  winds,  nor  lowering  storms, 
 That  cloud  our  prospects  here, 
 
 Nor  sin  in  all  its  varied  forms, 
 
 Shall  find  admittance  there, — 
 But  holy  and  enraptured  joy, 
 Shall  fill  the  soul  without  alloy. 
 
 4  Perennial  spring,  eternal  morn, 
 Where  flowers  ne'er  fade  away, 
 
 There  roses  grow  without  a  thorn, 
 There 's  health  without  decay, — 
 Eternal  youth,  immortal  prime, 
 Unscathed  by  age,  improved  by  time. 
 
 5  Sweet  music  charms  the  listening  ear, 
 And  fills  th'  enraptured  soul, 
 
 Life's  waters  flowing  bright  and  clear, 
 
 In  gentle  currents  roll, — 
 And  when  earth's  pilgrimage  is  o'er, 
 Wre  '11  taste  and  drink  to  thirst  no  more.         Tappan. 
 720 
 
1102. 
 
 ETERNAL    LIFE.  [1102,1103. 
 
 P.  C.  ML  Woodland. 
 
 Best  and  Joy  in  Heaven. 
 
 rpHERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
 X    To  mourning  wanderers  given; 
 There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
 A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast: 
 'Tis  found  alone  in  heaven. 
 
 2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls 
 By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 
 
 When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
 Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 
 And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 
 
 3  There  Faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 
 To  brighter  prospects  given, 
 
 And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
 The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 
 And  all  serene  in  heaven. 
 
 4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
 And  joys  supreme  are  given ; 
 
 There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom ; 
 Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
 
 Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven.  TT.  B.  Tappan. 
 
 1103. 
 
 7th  P.  M.  8  lines  7s.  Mabtyn. 
 
 The  Blood-ivashed  Host. 
 
 IT  J' HO  are  these  arrayed  in  white, 
 VV    Brighter  than  the  noon-day  sun? 
 Foremost  of  the  sons  of  light ; 
 
 Nearest  the  eternal  throne  ? 
 These  are  they  that  bore  the  cross, 
 
 Nobly  for  their  Master  stood ; 
 SufF'rers  in  his  righteous  cause : 
 
 Followers  of  the  Lamb  of  God. 
 
 2  Out  of  great  distress  they  came  : 
 Washed  their  robes  by  faith  below, 
 
 In  the  blood  of  yonder  Lamb, 
 Blood  that  washes  white  as  snow ; 
 2F  721 
 
1104.]  HEAVEN   AND 
 
 Therefore  are  they  next  the  throne, 
 
 Serve  their  Maker  day  and  night : 
 God  resides  among  his  own, 
 
 God  doth  in  his  saints  delight. 
 
 3  More  than  conquerors  at  last, 
 Here  they  find  their  trials  o'er ; 
 
 They  have  all  their  sufferings  past, 
 
 Hunger  now  and  thirst  no  more : 
 K~o  excessive  heat  they  feel 
 
 From  the  sun's  directer  ray ; 
 In  a  milder  clime  they  dwell, 
 
 Eegion  of  eternal  day. 
 
 4  He  that  on  the  throne  doth  reign, 
 Them  the  Lamb  shall  always  feed; 
 
 With  the  tree  of  life  sustain ; 
 
 To  the  living  fountains  lead ; 
 He  shall  all  their  sorrows  chase, 
 
 All  their  wants  at  once  remove ; 
 Wipe  the  tears  from  every  face  ; 
 
 Fill  up  every  soul  with  love.  •    C.  Wesley. 
 
 11U4.  Rest  for  the  Weary. 
 
 IX  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 
 There  remains  a  land  of  rest, 
 There  my  Saviour's  gone  before  me, 
 To  fulfill  my  soul's  request. 
 There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
 
 There  is  rest  for  you, 
 On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
 In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
 Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 
 There  is  rest  for  you. 
 
 2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 
 Which  eternally  shall  stand  ; 
 For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
 In  that  holy,  happy  land. 
 There  is  rest,  *&c. 
 
 722 
 
ETERNAL   LIFE.  [1105. 
 
 3  Pain  and  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 
 Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share, 
 
 But  in  that  celestial  center 
 I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 
 There  is  rest,  etc. 
 
 4  Sing,  oh,  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory; 
 Shout  your  triumphs  as  you  go ; 
 
 Zion's  gates  will  open  for  you, 
 
 You  will  find  an  entrance  through. 
 
 There  is  rest,  etc.  * 
 
 _-  ^  A  w  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.       New  Lute  of 
 
 HOD.  static  Joys.  Zlo*>  P'  333' 
 
 BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring, 
 To  my  raptured  vision, 
 All  th'  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 
 
 Round  the  bright  elysian  : 
 Lo  !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
 Break,  ye  intervening  skies, 
 Sun  of  righteousness  arise, 
 Ope  the  gates  of  paradise ! 
 
 2  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 
 Freely  flash  before  him  ; 
 
 Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 
 
 Instantly  adore  him ; 
 Angel  trumps  resound  his  fame ; 
 Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
 All  the  music  of  his  Name ; 
 Heaven  is  heightened  by  the  theme. 
 
 3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 
 From  their  princely  station, 
 
 Shout  his  glorious  victories, 
 Sing  the  great  salvation ; 
 Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 
 Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
 Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
 Holy!  holy!  holy  One. 
 
 723 
 
1106,  1107.]  HEAVEN   AND 
 
 4  Hark !  the  thrilling  symphonies 
 
 Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us ; 
 Join  we,  too,  the  holy  lays, 
 
 Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus ! 
 Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 
 Sweetest  note  on  mortal  tongue, 
 Sweetest  carol  ever  sung, 
 Jesus,  Jesus,  flow  along.  * 
 
 -j  -j  a/j  CM.  Mear. 
 
 JLJLUO.  Eye  hath  not  seen. 
 
 "V|"OR  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 
 11    Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 
 What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared, 
 For  those  that  love  the  Son. 
 
 2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
 Reveals  a  heaven  to  come ; 
 
 The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 
 Allure  and  guide  us  home. 
 
 3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 
 And  all  the  region  peace ; 
 
 Kb  wanton  lips,  or  envious  eye, 
 Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 
 
 4  Those  holy  gates  forever  bar 
 Pollution,  sin,  and  shame ; 
 
 None  shall  obtain  admittance  there, 
 But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life  ; 
 There  all  their  names  are  found ; 
 
 The  hypocrite  in  vain  shall  strive 
 
 To  tread  the  heavenly  ground.  Watts. 
 
 1 1 A  7         9th  R  M*    Happy  Voices>  p-  22°- 
 
 III)  I .     The  beautiful  River  of  God. 
 
 SHALL  we  gather  at  the  river 
 Where  bright  angel  feet  have  trod ; 
 With  its  crystal  tide  forever 
 Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God  ? 
 724 
 
ETERNAL   LIFE. 
 
 [1108. 
 
 Chorus:  Yes,  we'll  gather  at  the  river, 
 
 The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river — 
 Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river 
 That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 
 
 2  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 
 Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 
 
 We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 
 All  the  happy  golden  day. 
 
 3  Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river, 
 Lay  we  every  burden  down ; 
 
 Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver, 
 And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. 
 
 4  At  the  smiling  of  the  river, 
 Mirror  of  the  Saviour's  face, 
 
 Saints  whom  death  will  never  sever, 
 Lift  their  songs  of  saving  grace. 
 
 5  Soon  we  '11  reach  the  silver  river, 
 Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease  ; 
 
 Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 
 
 With  the  melody  of  peace.  Majesty. 
 
 ~l  1  A  Q  CM.  Oporto. 
 
 JLXUO.   The  Song  of  the  heavenly  Haiyers. 
 
 HARK !  from  the  portals  of  the  skies 
 A  joyous  anthem  peals, 
 Through  all  the  shining  courts  above 
 
 The  melting  echo  steals ; 
 As  angels  with  their  deep-toned  harps, 
 
 Bend  from  the  heavenly  dome, 
 And  shout  as  millions  enter  there, 
 Behold,  "  They  come,  they  come ! " 
 
 2  From  every  nation,  every  clime, 
 
 From  every  sea  and  land, 
 See  how  in  crowds  they  enter  there 
 
 United  heart  and  hand. 
 From  all  affliction,  pain  and  grief; 
 
 From  sorrow,  sin,  and  gloom ; 
 From  all  the  ills  and  toils  of  life, 
 
 Behold,  "  They  come,  they  come  !  " 
 725 
 
1109.]  HEAVEN   AND 
 
 3  "They  come,  they  come!"  the  blood- washed  band 
 From  doubt,  and  pain,  and  woe ; 
 
 They  come  to  share  these  heavenly  courts 
 
 Where  sorrow  is  no  more. 
 Here  not  a  cloud  shall  shade  their  brows — 
 
 Their  eyes  ne'er  shed  a  tear ; 
 No  anxious  doubts  can  pain  them  now, — ■ 
 
 No  sorrowing  hearts  are  here. 
 
 4  "They  come!  they  come !  "  long-severed  ones 
 Are  all  united  now ; 
 
 They  come,  with  wreaths  of  gladness  twined 
 
 Around  each  beaming  brow. 
 They  come  with  rapturous  songs  of  joy, 
 
 They  come  with  gladness  home ; 
 While  angels  touch  their  harps  anew, 
 
 And  shout,  "  They  come,  they  come !  " 
 
 Prim.  Meth.  Mag. 
 
 1109. 
 
 L.  M.     Gold.  Cen.,  p.  104. 
 
 Beautiful  Land  of  Rest 
 
 JERUSALEM,  forever  bright,— 
 ej    Beautiful  land  of  rest, 
 No  winter  there,  nor  chill  of  night, — 
 
 Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
 The  dripping  cloud  is  chased  away, 
 The  sun  breaks  forth  in  endless  day. 
 
 Chorus  :  Jerusalem,  Jerusalem, 
 
 The  beautiful  land  of  rest, 
 Beautiful  land,  Beautiful  land, 
 Beautiful  land  of  rest, 
 Beautiful  land,  Beautiful  land, 
 Beautiful  land  of  rest. 
 
 2  Jerusalem,  forever  free, — 
 
 Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
 TThe  soul's  sweet  home  of  Liberty, — 
 
 Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
 TThe  gyves  of  sin,  the  chains  of  woe, 
 If  he  ransomed  there  will  never  know. 
 726 
 
ETERNAL   LIFE.  [1110,  1111. 
 
 3  Jerusalem,  forever  dear, — 
 
 Beautiful  land  of  r 
 Thy  pearly  gates  almost  appear, — 
 
 Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
 And  when  we  tread  thy  lovely  shore, 
 AVe  '11  sing  the  song  we  've  sung  before, —  * 
 
 1 1 1  A  7th  P*  M  7s*     GoLD'  Cen*'  84' 
 
 XxJ_U«       The  Blood-washed  Throng. 
 
 WHO  are  these  in  bright  array, 
 This  exulting,  happy  throng, 
 Round  the  altar  night  and  day, 
 Singing  one  triumphant  song? 
 
 Chorus  :  They  have  clean  robes,  white  robes, 
 White  robes  are  waiting  for  me  : 
 Yes,  clean  robe-,  white  robes, 
 Washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod, 
 These  from  great  afflictions  came ; 
 
 Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 
 Sealed  with  his  almighty  name. 
 
 3  Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 
 Victor  palms  in  ev'ry  hand, 
 
 Through  their  great  Redeemer's  might, 
 More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 
 
 4  Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs ; 
 Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears ; 
 
 And  forever  from  their  eyes 
 
 God  shall  wipe  away  tlieir  tears.  * 
 
 _-  ^  -j  -j  9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.     Gold.  Cen.,  71. 
 
 XJLJLJL.         Our  bright  Home  above. 
 
 WE  are  going,  we  are  going, 
 To  a  home  beyond  the  skies, 
 Where  the  fields  are  robed  in  beauty, 
 And  the  sunlight  never  dies. 
 
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1112.]  HEAVEN   AND 
 
 We  are  going,  we  are  going, 
 
 To  a  home  beyond  the  skies, 
 Where  the  fields  are  robed  in  beauty, 
 
 And  the  sunlight  never  dies. 
 
 Chorus  :  Where  the  fount  of  joy  is  flowing 
 In  the  valley  green  and  fair, 
 We  shall  dwell  in  love  together, 
 There  will  be  no  parting  there. 
 
 2  We  are  going,  we  are  going, 
 And  the  music  we  have  heard 
 
 Like  the  echo  of  the  woodland, 
 
 Or  the  carol  of  a  bird ; 
 With  the  rosy  light  of  morning 
 
 On  the  calm  and  fragrant  air, 
 Still  it  murmurs,  softly  murmurs, 
 
 There  will  be  no  parting  there. 
 
 3  We  are  going,  we  are  going, 
 Where  the  day  of  life  is  o'er — 
 
 To  that  pure  and  happy  region 
 
 Where  our  friends  have  gone  before  ; 
 They  are  singing  with  the  angels 
 
 In  that  land  so  bright  and  fair ; 
 We  shall  dwell  with  them  forever, 
 
 There  will  be  no  parting  there.         Fanny  Crosby. 
 
 1112. 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.     Gold.  Shower. 
 
 Sweet  Rest  in  Heaven.     • 
 
 COME  brethren,  do  n't  grow  weary, 
 But  let  us  journey  on  ; 
 The  moments  will  not  tarry, 
 This  life  will  soon  be  gone. 
 
 Chorus  :  There  is  sweet  rest  in  heaven, 
 
 There  is  sweet  rest  in  heaven. 
 There  is  sweet  rest, 
 
 There  is  sweet  rest, 
 There  is  sweet  rest  in  heaven. 
 728 
 
ETERNAL   LIFE.  [1113, 
 
 2  We  've  listed  for  the  army, 
 We  've  listed  for  the  war  ; 
 
 We  '11  fight  until  we  conquer, 
 By  faith  and  humble  prayer. 
 
 3  Our  Captain's  gone  before  us, 
 He  bids  us  all  to  come  ; 
 
 High  up  in  endless  glory, 
 He 's  fitted  up  our  home. 
 
 4  And  Jesus  will  be  with  us, 
 E'en  to  our  journey's  end ; 
 
 In  every  sore  affliction 
 
 His  "present  help"  to  lend. 
 
 5  Then  glory  be  to  Jesus, 
 
 Who  bought  us  with  his  blood ; 
 And  glory  be  to  Jesus, 
 
 Who  gives  us  everv  good.  * 
 
 in 
 
 0  P.  M.  Gold.  Ch.,  34. 
 
 O.      Shall  ice  sing  in  Heaven? 
 
 SHALL  we  sing  in  heaven  forever  ? 
 Shall  we  sing,  shall  we  sing  ; 
 Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever — ■ 
 
 In  that  happy  land  ? 
 Yes,  oh,  yes,  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
 
 They  that  meet  shall  sing  forever 
 Far  beyond  the  rolling  river ; 
 
 Meet  to  sing  and  love  forever 
 In  that  happy  land. 
 
 2  Shall  we  know  each  other  ever  ? 
 
 In  that  land — in  that  land  ; 
 Shall  we  know  each  other  ever — 
 
 In  that  happy  land  ? 
 Yes,  oh,  yes,  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
 
 They  that  meet  shall  know  each  other, 
 Far  beyond  the  rolling  river; 
 
 Meet  to  sing  and  love  forever — 
 In  that  happy  land. 
 
 2  F  2  729 
 
1114.]  HEAVEN   AND 
 
 3  Shall  we  sing  with  holy  angels  ? 
 In  that  land — in  that  land  ; 
 
 Shall  Ave  sing  with  holy  angels — 
 
 In  that  happy  land  ? 
 Yes,  oh,  yes,  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
 
 Saints  and  angels  sing  forever, 
 Far  beyond  the  rolling  river ; 
 
 Meet  to  sing  and  love  forever — 
 In  that  happy  land. 
 
 4  Shall  we  rest  from  care  and  sorrow? 
 In  that  land — in  that  land ; 
 
 Shall  we  rest  from  care  and  sorrow — 
 
 In  that  happy  land? 
 Yes,  oh  yes,  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
 
 They  that  meet  shall  rest  forever, 
 Far  beyond  the  rolling  river  ; 
 
 Meet  to  sing  and  love  forever — 
 In  that  happy  land. 
 
 5  Shall  we  know  our  blessed  Saviour? 
 In  that  land — in  that  land  ; 
 
 Shall  we  know  our  blessed  Saviour — 
 
 In  that  happy  land  ? 
 Yes,  oh,  yes,  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
 
 AVe  shall  know  our  blessed  Saviour, 
 Far  beyond  the  rolling  river  ; 
 
 Love  and  serve  him  there  forever — 
 In  that  hapjyv  land. 
 
 1114. 
 
 P.  M.  Albright. 
 
 "The  better  World." 
 
 THEEE  is  a  better  world,  they  say, 
 Oh,  so  bright ! 
 Where  death  and  woe  are  done  away, 
 
 Oh,  so  bright, 
 And  music  fills  the  balmy  air, 
 And  angels  with  bright  wings  are  there, 
 And  harps  of  gold  and  mansions  fair, 
 Oh,  so  bright. 
 730 
 
ETERNAL    LIFE.  [1115. 
 
 2  No  clouds  e'er  pass  along  its  sky, 
 
 Happy  land, 
 Xo  tear-drop  glistens  in  the  eye, 
 
 Happy  land, 
 All  drink  the  gushing  streams  of  grace, 
 And  gaze  upon  the  Saviour's  face, 
 "Whose  brightness  fills  the  holy  place, 
 
 Happy  land. 
 
 3  Then  parents,  sisters,  brothers,  come, 
 
 Come  away, 
 We  long  to  reach  our  heavenly  home, 
 
 Come  away, 
 Oh  come,  the  time  is  gliding  past, 
 And  men  and  things  are  fleeting  fast, 
 Our  turn  will  surely  come  at  last, 
 
 Come  away. 
 
 1115. 
 
 P.  M.  10s  &  8s.     Happy  Voic,  205. 
 
 I  have  a  Father  in  the  promised  Land. 
 
 I  HAVE  a  Father  in  the  promised  land, 
 I  have  a  Father  in  the  promised  land ; 
 My  Father  calls  me,  I  must  go, 
 To  meet  him  in  the  promised  land. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 I'll  away,  I'll  away  to  the  promised  land, 
 I  '11  away,  I  '11  away  to  the  promised  land. 
 My  Father  calls  me,  I  must  go 
 To  meet  him  in  the  promised  land. 
 
 2  I  have  a  Saviour  in  the  promised  land, 
 I  have  a  Saviour  in  the  promised  land ; 
 
 My  Saviour  calls  me,  I  must  go 
 To  meet  him  in  the  promised  land. 
 
 3  I  have  a  crown  in  the  promised  land, 
 I  have  a  crown  in  the  promised  land ; 
 
 AY  hen  Jesus  calls  me,  I  must  go 
 To  wear  it  in  the  promised  land. 
 731 
 
1116,  1117.]  HEAVEN   AND 
 
 4  I  hope  to  meet  you  in  the  promised  land, 
 I  hope  to  meet  you  in  the  promised  land ; 
 
 At  Jesus'  feet,  a  joyous  band, 
 
 We  '11  praise  him  in  the  promised  land.  * 
 
 -j  -(  ^  p  P.  M.  Gl.  Chain.,  83. 
 
 _LJLJLO.  The  shining  Shore. 
 
 MY  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 
 And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
 Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly ! 
 Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 
 
 Chorus  :  For  oh !  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 
 Our  friends  are  passing  over, 
 And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
 We  may  almost  discover. 
 
 2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 
 Our  distant  home  discerning; 
 
 Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
 Let  every  lamp  be  burning — 
 
 3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 
 We  need  not  cease  our  singing : 
 
 That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest, 
 Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 
 
 4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 
 Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever, 
 
 Our  King  says,  come,  and  there 's  our  home, 
 
 Forever,  oh  !  forever !  G.  F.  Boot. 
 
 -j  -j  -j  ry  P.  M.      Gold.  Chain,  124. 
 
 JLJLX  I  •  That  beautiful  Land. 
 
 A  BEAUTIFUL  land  by  faith  I  see, 
 A  land  of  rest,  from  sorrow  free, 
 The  home  of  the  ransomed,  bright,  and  fair, 
 And  beautiful  angels,  too,  are  there. 
 
 Chorus : 
 Will  you  go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 
 
 Go  to  that  beautiful  land  with  me  ? 
 Will  you  go?  Will  you  go? 
 Go  to  that  beautiful  land  ? 
 732 
 
ETERNAL    LIFE.  [1118. 
 
 2  That  beautiful  land,  the  City  of  Light, 
 It  ne'er  has  known  the  shades  of  night, 
 
 The  glory  of  God,  the  light  of  day, 
 Hath  driven  the  darkness  far  away. 
 
 3  In  vision  I  see  its  streets  of  gold, 
 Its  beautiful  gates  I,  too,  behold, 
 
 The  river  of  life,  the  crystal  sea, 
 
 The  ambrosial  fruit  of  life's  fair  tree. 
 
 4  The  heavenly  throng  arrayed  in  white, 
 In  rapture  range  the  plains  of  light ; 
 
 And  in  one  harmonious  choir  they  praise 
 
 Their  glorious  Saviour's  matchless  grace.  * 
 
 1118. 
 
 P.  M.      Sweet  Singer,  60. 
 
 My  heavenly  Home. 
 
 MY  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair ; 
 Nor  pain,  nor  death  can  enter  there ; 
 Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  outshine ; 
 That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine, 
 That  mansion  shall  be  mine. 
 
 2  My  Father's  house  is  built  on  high, 
 Far,  for  above  the  starry  sky : 
 
 When  from  this  earthly  prison  free, 
 That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be, 
 That  mansion  mine  shall  be. 
 
 3  Let  others  seek  a  home  below 
 
 Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  o'erflow ; 
 Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own 
 
 A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne, 
 A  mansion  near  the  throne. 
 
 4  Then  fail  this  earth,  let  stars  decline, 
 And  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine, 
 
 All  nature  sink  and  cease  to  be, 
 
 That  heavenly  mansion  stands  for  me, 
 That  mansion  stands  for  me. 
 733 
 
1119,  1120.]  HEAVES  AND 
 
 -|  -|  -1  A  C.  Mi        Gold.  Chain,  92. 
 
 XXX  ?/•     Jerusalem!  my  happy  Home. 
 
 JERUSALEM !  my  happy  home, 
 Oh,  how  I  long  for  thee ! 
 AVhen  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 
 Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 
 
 Chorus  :  0  Canaan  dear,  O  Canaan  dear, 
 Happy,  happy  land, 
 Thy  name  we  love,  all  names  above, 
 Canaan,  blessed  Canaan. 
 
 2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 
 Most  glorious  to  behold  ! 
 
 Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
 Thy  streets  are  paved  with  gold. 
 
 3  Thy  gardens  and  thy  pleasant  walks, 
 My  study  long  have  been  ; 
 
 Such  dazzling  views,  by  human  sight, 
 Have  never  yet  been  seen. 
 
 4  If  heaven  be  thus  glorious,  Lord, 
 Why  should  I  stay  from  thence? 
 
 What  folly  this,  that  I  should  dread 
 
 To  die,  and  go  from  hence.  * 
 
 1  1 0A  L.  M.  Anson. 
 XX  h*\j  •         Viewing  Death  joyfully. 
 
 I'M  glad  that  I  was  born  to  die ; 
 From  grief  and  woe  my  soul  shall  fly ; 
 Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
 Away  to  New  Jerusalem. 
 
 2  I  have  some  friends  before  me  gone, 
 And  I  'm  resolved  to  follow  on ; 
 
 They  're  happy  round  my  Father's  throne, 
 They  're  looking  out  for  me  to  come. 
 
 3  I  hope  to  meet  my  brethren  there, 
 Who  u.secl  to  join  with  me  in  prayer  ; 
 If  you  get  there  before  I  do, 
 
 Look  out  for  me,  I  'm  coming  too. 
 734 
 
ETERNAL   LIFE.  [1121. 
 
 4  I  '11  praise  my  Maker  while  I  've  breath ; 
 I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death  : 
 
 I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die, 
 And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 
 
 5  And  when  to  that  bright  world  I  come, 
 And  join  my  everlasting  home, 
 
 My  soul  shall  there  forever  bloom, 
 Until  my  body  leaves  the  tomb. 
 
 6  Then  all  shall  hear  the  solemn  sound, 
 Awake  ye  nations  under  ground ! 
 Arise  and  drop  your  dying  shrouds, 
 And  meet  King  Je<v^  in  the  clouds. 
 
 7  There  I  shall  see  my  glorious  God, 
 And  triumph  in  his  bfcst  abode; 
 
 My  theme  through  ail  eternity, 
 
 Shall  glory,  glory,  glory  be.  * 
 
 H  r\~l  P.  M.        Gold.  Chain,  48. 
 
 ll/Ol.  Oh,  that  will  joyful  be. 
 
 OH,  that  will  joyful  be, 
 When  we  walk  by  faith  no  more, 
 When  the  Lord  we  loved  before 
 
 As  brother  man  we  see; 
 When  he  welcomes  us  above, 
 When  we  share  his  smile  of  love. 
 
 Chorus  :  Oh,  that  will  joyful  be, 
 
 Oh,  that  will  joyful,  joyful  be, 
 Oh,  that  will  joyful  be, 
 
 Oh,  that  will  joyful,  joyful  be. 
 
 2  Oh,  that  will  joyful  be, 
 When  to  meet  us  rise  and  come 
 x\Jl  our  buried  treasures  home — 
 
 A  gladsome  company, 
 When  our  arms  embrace  again, 
 Those  we  mourned  so  long  in  vain. 
 735 
 
1122.]  HEAVEN   AND 
 
 3  Oh,  that  will  joyful  be, 
 When  the  foes  we  dread  to  meet, 
 Every  one  beneath  our  feet 
 
 We  tread  triumphantly. 
 When  we  never  more  can  know 
 Slightest  touch  of  pain  and  woe. 
 
 4  Oh,  that  will  joyful  be, 
 When  we  hear  what  none  can  tell, 
 And  the  ringing  chorus  swell 
 
 Of  angels'  melody. 
 When  we  join  their  songs  of  praise, 
 Hallelujahs  with  them  raise — 
 
 1122. 
 
 C.  M.  Chil.  Hos.,. 
 
 The  Glories  of  Heaven. 
 
 FAR  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 
 Unbounded  glories  rise, 
 And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
 Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 
 
 Chorus  :  Oh  heaven !  sweet  heaven, 
 Oh  heaven  of  the  blest ; 
 
 How  I  long  to  be  there, 
 In  its  glories  to  share, 
 
 And  to  lean  on  Jesus'  breast. 
 
 2  Fair  distant  land !  could  mortal  eyes 
 But  half  its  charms  explore, 
 
 HowT  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
 And  dwell  on  earth  no  more. 
 
 3  Xo  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, 
 Realms  ever  bright  and  fair ! 
 
 For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
 Can  never  enter  there. 
 
 4  Oh  may  the  heavenly  prospect  fire 
 Our  hearts  with  ardent  love, 
 
 Till  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire 
 Bear  every  thought  above. 
 736 
 
ETERNAL   LIFE.  [1123,  1124. 
 
 5  Prepare  us,  Lord !  by  grace  divine, 
 
 For  thy  bright  courts  on  high  ; 
 Then  bid  our  spirits  rise  and  join 
 
 The  chorus  of  the  sky.  Steele. 
 
 1 1 0Q   p*  M*    4 lines  9s  * 8s*   Sa0,  Mel''  163, 
 
 JL  JL  hJ  0  •  My  Fa  th  e  r-Land. 
 
 INHERE  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stayed, 
 My  heart  and  my  treasure  are  there  : 
 Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade, 
 And  fields  are  eternally  fair. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 That  blissful  place  is  my  father-land ; 
 
 By  faith  its  delights  I  explore ; 
 Come,  favor  my  flight,  angelic  band, 
 
 And  waft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 
 
 2  There  is  a  place  where  the  angels  dwell, 
 A  pure  and  a  peaceful  abode ; 
 
 The  joys  of  that  place  no  tongue  can  tell — 
 But  there  is  the  palace  of  God  ! 
 
 3  There  is  a  place  where  my  friends  are  gone, 
 Who  suffered  and  worshiped  with  me ; 
 
 Exalted  with  Christ,  high  on  his  throne, 
 The  King  in  his  beauty  they  see. 
 
 4  There  is  a  place  where  I  hope  to  live, 
 When  life  and  its  labors  are  o'er ; 
 
 A  place  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give, 
 
 And  then  I  shall  sorrow  no  more.  * 
 
 -JiA   i  CM.  SwrARTZ. 
 
 JLJLr£zi«  Sweet  Home. 
 
 OL AND  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh ! 
 When  will  the  moment  come, 
 When  shall  I  lay  my  armor  by, 
 And  dwell  in  peace  at  home  ? 
 
 Chorus  :  Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
 And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 
 737 
 
1125.]  HEAVEN   AND 
 
 2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 
 No  peaceful  shelt'ring  dome, 
 
 This  world  'a  a  wilderness  of  woe, 
 This  world  is  not  my  home. 
 
 3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  fled  for  rest, 
 He  bade  me  cease  to  roam, 
 
 And  lean  for  succor  on  his  breast, 
 And  he  'd  conduct  me  home. 
 
 4  I  should  at  once  have  quit  this  field, 
 Where  foes  with  fury  roam ; 
 
 But  ah !  my  passport  was  not  sealed — 
 I  could  not  yet  go  home. 
 
 5  When,  by  affliction  sharply  tried, 
 I  view  the  gaping  tomb  ; 
 
 Although  I  dread  death's  chilling  tide, 
 Yet  still  I  sigh  for  home. 
 
 6  Weary  of  wand'ring  round  and  round, 
 This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 
 
 I  long  to  quit  th'  unhallowed  ground, 
 And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 
 
 1125 
 
 P.  M.      Gold.  Shower,  86. 
 Beautiful  Zion. 
 
 BEAUTIFUL  Zion,  built  above, 
 Beautiful  city  that  I  love, 
 Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  white, 
 Beautiful  temple — God  its  light, 
 Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  white, 
 Beautiful  temple — God  its  light. 
 
 2  Beautiful  heaven,  where  all  is  light, 
 Beautiful  angels,  clothed  in  white, 
 Beautiful  strains,  that  never  tire, 
 Beautiful  harps  through  all  the  choir, 
 Beautiful  strains,  &c. 
 
 738 
 
ETERNAL  LIFE.  [1126. 
 
 3  Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow, 
 Beautiful  palms  the  conquerors  show, 
 Beautiful  robes  the  ransomed  wear, 
 Beautiful  all  who  enter  there, 
 Beautiful  robes,  &c. 
 
 4  Beautiful  throne  of  Christ  our  King, 
 Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing ; 
 Beautiful  rest,  all  wanderings  cease, 
 Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace, 
 Beautiful  rest,  &c. 
 
 1126. 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.  Milan. 
 
 The  beautiful  Land. 
 
 THERE  is  a  land  immortal, 
 The  beautiful  of  lands ; 
 Beside  the  ancient  portal 
 A  silent  sentry  stands. 
 He  only  can  undo  it, 
 
 And  open  wide  the  door ; 
 And  mortals  who  pass  through  it, 
 Are  mortals  never  more. 
 
 2  That  glorious  land  is  heaven, 
 And  Death  the  sentry  grim ; 
 
 The  Lord  thereof  has  given 
 
 The  opening  keys  to  him. 
 And  ransomed  spirits,  sighing 
 
 And  sorrowful  for  sin, 
 Do  pass  the  gate  in  dying, 
 
 And  freely  enter  in. 
 
 3  Though  dark  and  drear  the  passage, 
 That  leadeth  to  the  gate, 
 
 Yet  grace  attends  the  message, 
 To  souls  that  watch  and  wait ; 
 
 And,  at  the  time  appointed, 
 A  messenger  comes  down, 
 
 And  guides  the  Lord's  anointed 
 From  cross  to  glory's  crown. 
 739 
 
1127.]  HEAVEN   A>sD 
 
 4  Their  sighs  are  lost  in  singing, 
 
 They  Jre  blessed  in  their  tears  ; 
 Their  journey  heavenward  winging, 
 
 They  leave  on  earth  their  fears. 
 Death,  like  an  angel  seeming, 
 
 "  We  welcome  thee,"  they  cry; 
 Their  face  with  glory  gleaming, 
 
 }T  is  life  for  them  to  die. 
 
 1127. 
 
 C.  M.  Kalkbrenner. 
 
 Communion  with  Saints  in  Heaven. 
 
 COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
 That  have  obtained  the  prize ; 
 And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love 
 To  joys  celestial  rise. 
 
 2  Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing, 
 With  those  to  glory  gone ; 
 
 For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
 In  earth  and  heaven,  are  one. 
 
 3  One  family  we  dwell  in  him, 
 One  church  above,  beneath, 
 
 Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
 The  narrow  stream  of  death. 
 
 4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 
 To  his  command  we  bowT ; 
 
 Part  of  his  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
 And  part  are  crossing  now. 
 
 5  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 
 This  very  day  do  fly ; 
 
 And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
 And  wTe  expect  to  die. 
 
 6  His  militant  embodied  host, 
 With  wishful  looks  we  stand, 
 
 And  long  to  see  that  happy  coast, 
 
 And  reach  the  heavenly  land.  C.   Wesley. 
 
 740 
 
ETERNAL   LIFE.  [1128,  1129. 
 
 1 1 0Q   10th  p*  M'  4  lines  8s*    G*  SlI0WER> 82- 
 
 11  £0.       The  Realms  of  the  Blessed. 
 
 WE  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blessed, 
 That  country  so  bright  and  so  fair ; 
 And  oft  are  its  glories  confessed, 
 But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 
 
 2  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 
 From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care, 
 
 From  trials  without  and  within — 
 But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 
 
 3  We  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 
 The  robes  which  the  glorified  wear, 
 
 The  church  of  the  first-born  above — 
 But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ! 
 
 4  Do  thou,  Lord,  midst  pleasure  or  woe, 
 For  heaven  my  spirit  prepare ; 
 
 And  shortly  I  also  shall  know, 
 
 And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there,  * 
 
 1  1  00         *  ^'  ^  Coventry. 
 
 1  !/£*/•     Wafting  the  Soul  to  Heaven. 
 
 OH  for  a  breeze  of  heavenly  love, 
 To  waft  my  soul  away 
 To  the  celestial  world  above, 
 Where  pleasures  ne'er  decay. 
 
 2  Eternal  Spirit,  deign  to  be 
 My  pilot  here  below, 
 
 To  steer  through  life's  tempestuous  sea, 
 Where  angry  tempests  blow. 
 
 3  From  rocks  of  pride  on  either  hand, 
 From  quicksands  of  despair, 
 
 Oh  guide  me  safe  to  Canaan's  land, 
 Through  every  latent  snare. 
 
 4  Anchor  me  in  that  port  above, 
 On  that  celestial  shore, 
 
 Where  dashing  billows  never  move, 
 
 Where  tempests  never  roar.  * 
 
 741 
 
1130,  1131.]  HEAVEN   AND 
 
 1130. 
 
 oth  P.  M.  7s.  Hehbok. 
 
 The  Victory  of  the  Saints. 
 
 PALMS  of  glory,  raiment  bright, 
 Crowns  which  never  fade  away, 
 Gird  and  deck  the  saints  in  light; 
 
 Priests,  and  kings,  and  conquerors,  they. 
 
 2  Yet  the  conquerors  bring  their  palms 
 To  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 
 
 And  proclaim,  in  joyful  psalms,  f 
 
 Victory  through  his  cross  alone. 
 
 3  Kings  for  harps  their  crowns  resign, 
 Crying,  as  they  strike  the  chords, 
 
 1 '  Take  the  kingdom  :  it  is  thine, 
 King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords." 
 
 4  Pound  the  altar  priests  confess, 
 With  their  robes  made  white  as  snow, 
 
 T  was  their  Saviour's  righteousness, 
 And  his  blood,  which  made  them  so. 
 
 5  Vrho  were  these  ?  on  earth  they  dwelt, 
 Sinners  once  of  Adam's  race  : 
 
 Guilt,  and  fear,  and  suffering  felt, 
 But  were  saved  by  sovereign  grace. 
 
 6  They  were  mortal,  too,  like  us ; 
 And  when  we,  like  them,  shall  die, 
 
 May  our  souls,  translated  thus, 
 
 Triumph,  reign,  and  shine  on  high.     Montgomery. 
 
 1131. 
 
 C.  M.      Gold.  Showter,  50. 
 
 The  Land  of  JSeidah. 
 
 MY  latest  sun  is  sinking  fast, 
 My  race  is  nearly  run, 
 My  strongest  trials  now  are  past, 
 My  triumph  is  begun. 
 
 742 
 
eternal  life.  [1132. 
 
 Chorus  : 
 
 Oh  come,  angel  band,  come  and  around  me  stand, 
 Oh  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wings, 
 
 To  my  immortal  home, 
 Oh  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wings, 
 
 To  my  immortal  home. 
 
 2  I  know  I'm  near  the  holy  ranks, 
 Of  friends  and  kindred  dear, 
 
 I  brush  the  dews  on  Jordan's  banks, 
 The  crossing  must  be  near. 
 
 3  I  Ve  almost  gained  my  heavenly  home, 
 My  spirit  loudly  sings ; 
 
 The  holy  ones,  behold,  they  come ! 
 I  hear  the  noise  of  wings. 
 
 4  Oh,  bear  my  longing  heart  to  Him 
 Who  bled  and  died  for  me ; 
 
 Whose  blood  now  cleanses  from  all  sin, 
 
 And  gives  me  victory.  * 
 
 1132. 
 
 9th  F.  ML     Happy  Voices,  190. 
 The  Land  of  peerless  Beauty, 
 
 THERE 'S  a  land  of  peerless  beauty, 
 And  of  glory  all  untold, 
 Where  no  shadow  ever  falleth, 
 
 Where  no  sunny  face  grows  old  ; 
 Where  the  crystal  river  floweth, 
 With  the  tree  upon  its  banks, 
 And  with  love  each  bosom  gloweth 
 In  the  bright  celestial  ranks. 
 
 2  Oh  to  reach  that  clime  of  gladness, 
 
 Be  it  all  my  soul's  desire ; 
 Whether  joy  be  mine,  or  sadness, 
 
 Upward  still  would  I  aspire. 
 Brief  the  pang  my  heart  that  rendeth, 
 
 Brief  the  joy  that  swells  it  here; 
 But  the  rapture  never  endeth 
 
 Of  that  pure  and  blessed  sphere. 
 743 
 
1133.] 
 
 HEAVEN   AND 
 
 3  There  is  Jesus,  my  Redeemer, 
 With  the  many  crowns  he  wears, 
 
 And  the  scars  of  earthly  wounding, 
 
 Precious  tokens  which  he  bears ; 
 There  the  angels,  all  so  glorious, 
 
 In  the  outer  circle  stand, 
 While  the  souls  by  faith  victorious 
 
 Are  a  nearer,  dearer  band. 
 
 4  Then,  while  months  and  years  are  taking 
 Like  a  dream  their  flight  away, 
 
 If  they  bring  me  but  the  breaking 
 
 Of  the  one  eternal  day, 
 I  will  not  regret  their  fleetness, 
 
 Nor  hold  fast  to  things  below, 
 I  will  only  ask  a  meetness 
 
 For  the  bliss  to  which  I  go.  A.  D.  Smith. 
 
 1133. 
 
 C.  M. 
 
 Joyful  Anticipations. 
 
 SWEET  rivers  of  redeeming  love, 
 Lie  just  before  mine  eye ; 
 Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
 
 I  'd  to  those  regions  fly : 
 I  'd  rise  superior  to  my  pain, 
 With  joy  outstrip  the  wind ; 
 
 1  'd  cross  bold  Jordan's  stormy  main, 
 
 And  leave  the  world  behind. 
 
 2  I  view  the  monster  death  and  smile, 
 Now  he  has  lost  his  sting ; 
 
 Though  Satan  rages  all  the  while, 
 
 I  still  in  triumph  sing: 
 I  hold  my  Saviour  in  my  arms, 
 
 And  will  not  let  him  go  ; 
 I  'm  so  delighted  with  his  charms, 
 
 No  other  good  1 11  know. 
 
 3  Oh  come,  my  Saviour,  come  away, 
 And  bear  me  through  the  sky, 
 
 Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay, 
 Make  haste  and  bring  it  nigh : 
 744 
 
 BOYNTON. 
 
ETERNAL    LIFE.  L1134,  1135. 
 
 I  long  to  see  thy  glorious  face, 
 
 And  in  thine  image  shine ; 
 To  triumph  in  victorious  grace, 
 
 And  be  forever  thine. 
 
 4  Then  I  will  tune  my  harp  of  gold, 
 
 To  my  eternal  King  ; 
 Through  ages  that  can  ne'er  be  told, 
 
 I'll  make  his  praises  ring : 
 All  hail !  thou  great  eternal  God ! 
 
 Who  died  on  Calvary ; 
 And  saved  me  with  his  precious  blood. 
 
 From  endless  misery.  * 
 
 1  1  Q  i  ^"^  ^'  ""  ^  ^'lies  ^s*     Frederick. 
 JLl_0~r.         I  would  not  live  alway. 
 
 I  WOULD  not  live  alway ;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
 Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way : 
 The  few  lucid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
 Are  enough  for  life's  joys,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 
 
 2  I  would  not  live  alway ;  no — welcome  the  tomb ! 
 Since  Jesus  has  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom : 
 There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
 
 To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 
 
 3  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God — 
 Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
 
 Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  bright  o'er  the  plains, 
 And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ? 
 
 4  There  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
 Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet : 
 While  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
 
 And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 
 
 Muhlenberg. 
 
 ~t  -j  q  ^  C.  M.  Merton. 
 
 jLXOO.       Farewell  to  visible  Things. 
 
 TJE  golden  lamps  of  heaven !  farewell, 
 ±    With  all  your  feeble  light  ; 
 Farewell,  thou  ever-changing  moon, 
 Pale  empress  of  the  night ! 
 2  G  745 
 
1136.] 
 
 HEAVEN   AND    ETERNAL   LIFE. 
 
 2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day, 
 In  brighter  flames  arrayed  ! 
 
 My  soul,  which  springs  beyond  thy  sphere, 
 No  more  demands  thine  aid. 
 
 3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 
 Of  my  divine  abode, 
 
 The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts 
 Where  I  shall  reign  with  God. 
 
 4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 
 Shall  there  his  beams  display  ; 
 
 Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 
 With  that  unvaried  day. 
 
 5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 
 Shall  swell  into  mine  eyes ; 
 
 Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline 
 Amidst  those  brighter  skies. 
 
 6  There  all  the  millions  of  his  saints 
 Shall  in  one  song  unite, 
 
 And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  share 
 
 With  infinite  delight.  Doddridge. 
 
 1136. 
 
 C.  11 
 
 Longing  for  a  View  of  Heaven. 
 
 Naoml 
 
 OH  let  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 
 Above  these  gloomy  shades, 
 To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 
 Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades! 
 
 2  There  joys  unseen  by  mortal  eye3, 
 Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
 
 In  ever-blooming  prospect  rise, 
 Exposed  to  no  decay. 
 
 3  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine 
 To  guide  our  upward  aim ! 
 
 With  one  reviving  look  of  thine, 
 Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 
 746 
 
HELL.  [1137,  1138. 
 
 4  Oh  then,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 
 
 Our  ardent  souls  shall  rise 
 To  those  bright  scenes  where  pleasured  spring, 
 
 Immortal  in  the  skies.  Steele. 
 
 1137. 
 
 Hell. 
 
 L.  M.  Uxbridge. 
 
 Horrors  of  Hell. 
 
 HELL  !  'tis  a  word  of  dreadful  sound, 
 It  chills  the  heart  and  shocks  the  ear; 
 It  spreads  a  sickly  damp  around, 
 And  makes  the  guilty  quake  with  fear. 
 
 2  Conscience,  the  never-dying  worm, 
 With  constant  torture  gnaws  the  heart, 
 And  woe  and  wrath,  in  every  form, 
 Inflame  the  wounds,  increase  the  smart. 
 
 3  The  wretches  rave,  o'erwhelmed  with  woe, 
 And  bite  their  everlasting  chains ; 
 
 And  with  their  rage  their  torments  grow, 
 Resentment  but  augments  their  pains. 
 
 4  Sad  world  indeed  !  what  heart  can  bear, 
 Hopeless  in  all  these  pains  to  lie ; 
 Racked  with  vexation,  grief,  despair, 
 And,  ever  dying, — never  die? 
 
 5  Lord,  save  a  guilty  soul  from  hell, 
 That  seeks  thy  pard'ning,  cleansing  blood ; 
 Oh  let  me  in  thy  kingdom  dwell, 
 
 To  praise  my  Saviour  and  my  God.  * 
 
 "I  "I  QQ  C.  M.  Howard* 
 
 X  JL  O  O  •      Horro rs  of  the  g  u ilty  Soul. 
 
 MY  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll, 
 Damnation  and  the  dead ; 
 What  horrors  seize  the  guilty  soul 
 Upon  a  dying  bed ! 
 
 747 
 
1139.]  HELL. 
 
 2  Ling'ring  about  these  mortal  shores, 
 She  makes  a  long  delay, 
 
 Till,  like  a  flood,  with  rapid  force, 
 Death  sweeps  the  wretch  away. 
 
 3  Then  swift  and  dreadful  she  descends 
 Down  to  the  fiery  coast, 
 
 Among  abominable  fiends, 
 Herself  a  frightful  ghost. 
 
 4  There  endless  crowds  of  sinners  lie, 
 And  darkness  makes  their  chains ; 
 
 Tortured  with  keen  despair,  they  cry, 
 Yet  dread  still  fiercer  pains. 
 
 5  Not  all  their  anguish  and  their  blood, 
 For  their  old  guilt  atones ; 
 
 Nor  the  compassion  of  a  God 
 Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 
 
 6  Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath, 
 Nor  bid  my  soul  remove, 
 
 Till  I  had  learned  my  Saviour's  death, 
 And  well  insured  his  love. 
 
 1139 
 
 L.  M.  Duke  Street. 
 
 ,  Tlie  Land  of  Horror  and  Despair. 
 
 WITH  holy  fear  and  humble  song, 
 The  dreadful  God  our  souls  adore ; 
 Eev'rence  and  awe  become  the  tongue, 
 That  speaks  the  terrors  of  his  power. 
 
 2  Far  in  the  deep,  where  darkness  dwells, 
 The  land  of  horror  and  despair, 
 
 Justice  has  built  a  dismal  hell, 
 
 And  laid  her  stores  of  vengeance  there. 
 
 3  Eternal  plagues,  and  heavy  chains, 
 Tormenting  racks,  and  fiery  coals, 
 
 And  darts  t'  inflict  immortal  pains, 
 Dyed  in  the  blood  of  damned  souls. 
 748 
 
HELL.  [1140. 
 
 4  There  Satan,  the  first  sinner,  lies, 
 And  roars,  and  bites  his  iron  bands ; 
 
 In  vain  the  rebel  strives  to  rise, 
 
 Crushed  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands. 
 
 5  The  guilty  ghosts  of  Adam's  race 
 Shriek  out,  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod  ; 
 
 Once  they  could  scorn  a  Saviour's  grace, 
 But  they  incensed  a  dreadful  God. 
 
 6  Tremble,  my  soul,  and  kiss  the  Son; 
 Sinner,  obey  the  Saviour's  call ; 
 
 Else  your  damnation  hastens  on, 
 
 And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall.  * 
 
 1140. 
 
 C.  M.  Cowper, 
 
 The  gloomy  Regions. 
 
 FAR  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day 
 Those  gloomy  regions  lie, 
 Where  flames  amid  the  darkness  play — 
 The  worm  shall  never  die. 
 
 2  The  breath  of  God — his  angry  breath — 
 Supplies  and  fans  the  fire ; 
 
 There  sinners  taste  the  second  death, 
 And  would — but  can't  expire. 
 
 3  Conscience  the  never-dying  worm, 
 With  torture  gnaws  the  heart ; 
 
 And  woe.  and  wrath,  in  every  form, 
 Are  now  the  sinner's  part, 
 
 4  Sad  world  indeed  !  ah,  who  can  bear 
 Forever  there  to  dwell — 
 
 Forever  sinking  in  despair 
 In  all  the  pains  of  hell ! 
 
 749 
 
1141,  1142.]  TIME   AND 
 
 Teme  and  Eternity. 
 
 -j  -j   i  ~t  L.  M.  Gratitude. 
 
 1141  •  Value  of  Time. 
 
 OTIME,  how  few  thy  value  weigh, 
 How  few  will  estimate  a  clay ! 
 Days,  months,  and  years  are  rolling  on, 
 The  soul  neglected  and  undone ! 
 
 2  In  painful  cares,  or  empty  joys, 
 Our  life  its  precious  hours  destroys : 
 "While  death  stands  watching  at  our  side, 
 Eager  to  stop  the  living  tide. 
 
 3  Was  it  for  this,  ye  mortal  race, 
 Your  Maker  gave  you  here  a  place  ? 
 Was  it  for  this  his  thought  designed 
 The  frame  of  your  immortal  mind  ? 
 
 4  For  nobler  cares,  for  joys  sublime, 
 He  fashioned  all  the  sons  of  time ; 
 Then  let  us  every  day  give  heed, 
 
 To  God,  ourselves  and  time  to  yield.  * 
 
 ~|  1   4  Q  k.  M.  Orland. 
 
 JLjLtt/W.    The  Wisdom  of  redeeming  Time. 
 
 GOD  of  eternity,  from  thee 
 Did  infant  time  its  being  draw  ; 
 Moments,  and  days,  and  months,  and  years; 
 Revolve  by  thine  unvaried  law. 
 
 2  Silent  and  slow  they  glide  away  ;• 
 Steady  and  strong  the  current  flows ; 
 
 Lost  in  eternity's  wide  sea — 
 
 The  boundless  gulf  from  whence  it  rose. 
 
 3  With  it  the  thoughtless  sons  of  men, 
 Along  the  rapid  stream  are  borne 
 
 On  to  that  everlasting  home, 
 
 Whence  not  one  soul  can  e'er  return. 
 750 
 
ETERNITY.  [H43,  1144. 
 
 4  Yet,  while  the  shore  on  either  side 
 Presents  a  gaudy,  flattering  show, 
 
 "We  gaze,  in  fond  amazement  lost, 
 N   t  think  to  what  a  world  we  go. 
 
 5  Great  source  of  wisdom  !  teach  my  heart 
 To  know  the  price  of  every  hour, 
 
 That  time  may  bear  mc  on  to  jojra 
 
 Beyond  its  measure,  and  its  power.         Doddridge. 
 
 ii   jq  L.  M.  Brighton. 
 
 JLJL4tO«         Tlie  important  Moment. 
 
 AT  ever}'  moment  of  our  breath, 
 Life  trembles  on  the  brink  of  death, 
 A  taper's  flame  that  upward  turns, 
 While  downward  to  the  dust  it  burns. 
 
 2  A  moment  ushered  us  to  birth, 
 Heirs  of  the  commonwealth  of  earth  ; 
 Moment  by  moment,  years  are  past, 
 And  one,  ere  long,  will  be  our  last. 
 
 3  *T  wixt  that  long  field  which  gave  us  light, 
 And  that  which  soon  shall  end  in  night, 
 There  is  a  point  no  eye  can  see, 
 
 Yet  on  it  hangs  eternity. 
 
 4  This  18  that  moment — who  shall  tell, 
 Whether  it  leads  to  heaven  or  hell, 
 This  is  that  moment — as  we  choose, 
 Th'  immortal  soul  we  save  or  lose. 
 
 5  Time  past  and  time  to  come  are  not, 
 Time  present  is  our  only  lot ; 
 
 O  God  !  henceforth  our  hearts  incline 
 
 To  seek  no  other  love  than  thine.   '  * 
 
 -i  -j   A  A  C.  ML  Judso>\ 
 
 JL±"i:^±«         Long,  blessed  Eternity. 
 
 JESUS.,  my  Lord,  to  glory's  gone, 
 Him  will  I  go  and  see ; 
 And  all  my  brethren  here  below, 
 Will  soon  come  after  me. 
 751 
 
1145.]  TIME    AND 
 
 2  When  we  've  been  there  ten  thousand  years 
 Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
 
 We  've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise, 
 Than  when  we  first  begun. 
 
 3  And  when  as  many  years  have  passed, 
 As  sands  upon  the  shore, 
 
 The  saints  above  shall  have  no  fear, 
 That  their  blest  days  are  o'er. 
 
 4  If  all  the  drops  in  oceans  wide 
 Could  but  be  numbered  o'er, 
 
 And  then  by  millions  multiplied, 
 And  thrice  as  many  more, 
 
 5  And  then  as  many  years  should  pass, 
 As  water  drops  that  fall, 
 
 Or  grains  of  sand,  or  spires  of  grass, 
 Upon  this  earthly  ball — 
 
 6  And  when  as  many  millions  more, 
 As  stars  that  fill  the  sky : 
 
 Then  all  these  numbers  doubled  o'er, 
 Can't  meet  eternity. 
 
 7  Eternity  will  still  remain, 
 'Twill  be  eternity; 
 
 The  song  to  Christ  who  once  was  slain, 
 
 Will  last  eternally.  * 
 
 -f  -f     i  If  S.    M.  OZKEM. 
 
 JLJL4i:£_/.    Our  Fathers,  where  are  they  f 
 
 HOW  swift  the  torrent  rolls 
 That  bears  us  to  the  sea ; 
 The  tide  that  hurries  thoughtless  souls 
 To  vast  eternity. 
 
 2  Our  fathers,  where  are  they, 
 
 With  all  they  called  their  own  ? 
 Their  joys  and  griefs,  and  hopes  and  cares, 
 
 And  wealth  and  honor,  gone. 
 752 
 
ETERNITY.  [11*16,  1147. 
 
 3  God  of  our  fathers,  hear, 
 Thou  everlasting  Friend  ! 
 
 While  we,  as  on  life's  utmost  verge, 
 Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 
 
 4  Of  all  the  pious  dead 
 May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
 
 Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 
 
 We  dwell  before  thy  face.  Doddridge. 
 
 -i  -j   a  r*  L.  M.  Wells. 
 
 xJLiO.  Earthly  Tilings  vain  and  transitory. 
 
 HOW  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies! 
 How  transient  every  earthly  bliss  ! 
 How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties 
 That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this ! 
 
 2  The  evening  cloud,  the  morning  dew, 
 The  with'ring  grass,  the  fading  flower, 
 
 Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true — 
 The  glory  of  a  passing  hour. 
 
 3  But  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die, 
 And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 
 
 There  is  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
 Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 
 
 4  Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come 
 Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears: 
 
 If  God  be  ours,  we  're  traveling  home, 
 
 Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  tears.         Watte* 
 
 -i-t   |  ry  L.  M.      The  Jubilee,  110. 
 
 JLJL^±  I  .  Stupendous  Eternity. 
 
 ETERNITY!  stupendous  theme ! 
 Compared  herewith  our  life 's  a  dream : 
 Eternity !  oh  awful  sound, 
 A  deep,  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned ! 
 
 2  Eternity !  the  dread  abode 
 And  habitation  of  our  God ; 
 His  glory  fills  the  vast  expanse, 
 Beyond  the  reach  of  mortal  sense. 
 2  G  2  753 
 
1148.]  THE   OLD   AND 
 
 3  But  an  eternity  there  is 
 
 Of  dreadful  woe,  or  joyful  bliss : 
 And,  swift  as  time,  fulfills  its  round, 
 "We  to  eternity  are  bound. 
 
 4  What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
 Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind ! 
 They're  gone;  but  where?  ah!  pause  and  see, 
 Gone  to  a  long  eternity. 
 
 5  Sinner,  canst  thou  forever  dwell 
 In  all  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell  ? 
 
 And  is  death  nothing,  then,  to  thee, — 
 Death,  and  a  dread  eternity  ? 
 
 6  Ye  gracious  souls,  with  joy  look  up ; 
 In  Christ  rejoice,  your  glorious  hope : 
 This  everlasting  bliss  secure ; 
 
 God  and  eternity  are  yours. 
 
 TIMES  AND   SEASONS. 
 
 The  Old  and  the  New  Year. 
 
 mQ  L.  M.  Ahaz. 
 
 O.  The  Close  of  the  Year. 
 
 *ff!  IS  gone  :  alas !  another  year 
 
 JL    Is  numbered  with  departed  things, 
 And  now  't  is  wisdom's  part  to  hear 
 Tli'  instructions  that  the  season  brings. 
 
 2  It  bids  reflection's  sober  reign 
 Around  our  wandering  thoughts  repose, 
 
 Review  ourselves,  whilst  mirrored  plain 
 The  past  still  on  the  memory  glows ; 
 
 3  It  bids  us  make  a  firm  resolve 
 To  follow  virtue's  sacred  path, 
 
 For  ere  a  few  short  hours  revolve, 
 
 Sound  we  may  sleep  the  sleep  of  death : 
 754 
 
THE   NEW   YEAR.  [1149. 
 
 4  And  from  th'  experience  of  the  past 
 To  guard  the  future  from  all  blame, 
 
 That,  when  we  leave  this  world  at  last, 
 Ours  may  be  an  unsullied  name. 
 
 5  For  none  time's  rapid  wheel  can  stay, 
 Or  urge  the  moments  faster  on, 
 
 Tis  ours  alone  the  present  day, 
 To-morrow!  who  can  call  his  own? 
 
 6  Then  wisely  spend  each  passing  hour, 
 Each  little  moment  as  it  flies, 
 
 And  store  for  thee,  while  in  thy  power, 
 
 A  good  memorial  in  the  skies.  ■ 
 
 11  10  ^  ^"  **'  ^  ^nes  ^s*     Benevento. 
 
 ±JL4fct/.  Retrospect  of  a  Year. 
 
 WHILE,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
 Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
 Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
 
 Nevermore  to  meet  us  here  : 
 Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 
 
 They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
 We  a  little  longer  wait, 
 
 But  how  little — none  can  know. 
 
 2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 
 Speedily  the  mark  to  find ; 
 
 As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 
 
 Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind, — 
 Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
 
 Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream; 
 Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise; 
 
 All  below  is  but  a  dream. 
 
 3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive ; 
 Pardon  of  our  sins  renew : 
 
 Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 
 
 With  eternity  in  view: 
 Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old ; 
 
 Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love ; 
 And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 
 
 May  we  reign  with  thee  above.  Newton. 
 
 755 
 
1150,  1151.]  THE    OLD   AND 
 
 ii  va  5th  P.  M.  7s.  Horto^. 
 
 JL_Lc_)U.      Jesus  seen  in  the  Seasons. 
 TT7IXTER  has  a  joy  for  me, 
 T  V    While  the  Saviour's  charms  I  read, 
 Lowly,  meek,  from  blemish  free, 
 In  the  snow-drop's  pensive  head. 
 
 2  Spring  returns,  and  brings  along 
 Life-invigorating  suns ; 
 
 Hark!  the  turtle's  plaintive  song 
 Seems  to  speak  his  dying  groans ! 
 
 3  Summer  has  a  thousand  charms, 
 All  expressive  of  his  worth ; 
 
 'T  is  his  sun  that  lights  and  warms, 
 His  the  air  that  cools  the  earth. 
 
 4  What,  has  autumn  left  to  say 
 Nothing  of  a  Saviour's  grace  ? 
 
 Yes,  the  beams  of  milder  day 
 Tell  me  of  his  smiling  face. 
 
 5  Light  appears  with  early  dawn,* 
 "While  the  sun  makes  haste  to  rise; 
 
 See  his  bleeding  beauties  dawn 
 On  the  blushes  of  the  skies. 
 
 6  Evening  with  a  silent  pace, 
 Slowly  moving  in  the  west, 
 
 Shows  an  emblem  of  his  grace, 
 
 Points  to  an  eternal  rest.  Cowper. 
 
 -j  -|  ^-j  C.  M.  Majesty. 
 
 JLXO  JL»        Praises  for  Mercies  past. 
 
 SIXG  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praise ! 
 All  praise  to  him  belongs, 
 Who  kindly  lengthens  out  our  days, 
 
 Demands  our  choicest  songs : 
 His  providence  has  brought  us  through 
 
 Another  various  year : 
 We  all  with  vows  and  anthems  new 
 Before  our  God  appear. 
 
 756 
 
THE    NEW   YEAR.  [1152. 
 
 2  Father,  thy  mercies  past  we  own, 
 Thy  still  continued  care  : 
 
 To  thee  presenting,  through  thy  Son, 
 
 Whate'er  we  have  or  are : 
 Our  lips  and  lives  shall  gladly  show 
 
 The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
 While  on  in  Jesus'  steps  we  go 
 
 To  seek  thy  face  above. 
 
 3  Our  residue  of  days  or  hours, 
 Thine,  wholly  thine,  shall  be ; 
 
 And  all  our  consecrated  powers, 
 
 A  sacrifice  to  thee ; 
 Till  Jesus  in  the  clouds  appear, 
 
 To  saints  on  earth  forgiven, 
 And  bring  the  grand  Sabbatic  year, 
 
 The  jubilee  of  heaven.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 1  -|  |wq  CM.  Avon. 
 
 J_XfJ/v.  Reflections  at  the  End  of  the  Year. 
 
 AND  now,  my  soul,  another  year 
 Of  thy  short  life  is  past ; 
 
 1  can  not  long  continue  here, 
 And  this  may  be  my  last. 
 
 2  Much  of  my  fleeting  life  is  gone, 
 Nor  will  return  again  ; 
 
 And  swift  my  passing  moments  run, 
 The  few  that  yet  remain. 
 
 3  Awake,  my  soul ;  with  utmost  care 
 Thy  true  condition  learn  ; 
 
 What  are  thy  hopes  ?  how  sure,  how  fair  ? 
 What  is  thy  great  concern? 
 
 4  Behold,  another  year  begins  ; 
 Set  out  afresh  for  heaven  ; 
 
 Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins, 
 In  Christ  so  freely  given. 
 
 5  Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 
 And  on  his  grace  depend ; 
 
 With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road, 
 Nor  doubt  a  happy  end.  Anon. 
 
 757 
 
1153,  1154.]  THE    OLD    AND 
 
 1153. 
 
 18th  P.  M.  Harrison. 
 
 Renewing  the  Journey. 
 
 COME,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue, 
 Roll  round  with  the  year, 
 And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear ! 
 His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfill, 
 And  our  talents  improve, 
 By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of  love. 
 
 2  Our  life,  as  a  dream ;  our  time,  as  a  stream, 
 Glides  swiftly  away ; 
 
 And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay, 
 The  arrow  is  flown,  the  moment  is  gone; 
 The  millennial  year 
 Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity 's  here. 
 
 3  Oh  that  each  in  the  day  of  his  coming  may  say, 
 "I  have  fought  my  way  through  ; 
 
 I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to  do !  " 
 Oh  that  each  from  his  Lord  may  receive  the  glad  word, 
 " Well  and  faithfully  done! 
 Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne." 
 
 G  Wesley. 
 
 1154. 
 
 3d  P.  or  H.  M.        Park  Place. 
 
 New-  Year. 
 
 THE  Lord  of  earth  and  sky, 
 The  God  of  ages,  praise ! 
 Who  reigns  enthroned  on  high, 
 
 Ancient  of  endless  days ! 
 Who  lengthens  out  our  trials  here, 
 And  spares  us  yet  another  year. 
 
 2  Barren  and  withered  trees, 
 We  cumbered  long  the  ground ! 
 
 No  fruit  of  holiness 
 
 On  our  dead  souls  was  found ; 
 
 Yet  doth  he  us  in  mercy  spare, 
 
 Another  and  another  year. 
 758 
 
THE   NEW   YEAR.  [1155. 
 
 3  When  justice  gave  the  word, 
 To  cut  the  fig-tree  down, 
 
 The  pitv  of  the  Lord 
 
 Cried,  "  Let  it  still  alone!" 
 The  Father  mild  inclines  his  ear, 
 And  spares  us  yet  another  year. 
 
 4  Jesus,  thy  speaking  blood 
 From  God  obtained  the  grace ; 
 
 "Who  therefore  hath  bestowed 
 
 On  us  a  longer  space  ; 
 Thou  didst  in  our  behalf  appear, 
 And  lo  !  we  see  another  year ! 
 
 5  Then  dig  about  the  root; 
 Break  up  our  fallow  ground, 
 
 And  let  our  gracious  fruit 
 
 To  thy  great  praise  abound  ; 
 Oh  let  us  all  thy  grace  declare, 
 And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 L.  M.  Hamburg. 
 
 Providence  guards  us. 
 
 GREAT  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 
 By  which  supported  still  we  stand  : 
 The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows, 
 Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 
 
 2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
 Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God; 
 By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 
 
 By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 
 
 3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own  ; 
 The  future — all  to  us  unknown — 
 
 We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
 And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 
 
 4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 
 Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest , 
 Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
 Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 
 
 759 
 
1156,1157.]    THE  OLD  AND  THE  NEW  YEAR* 
 
 5  When  death  shall  interrupt  our  songs, 
 
 And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues, 
 
 We  '11  rise  to  sing  thy  praise  above, 
 
 And  glory  in  thy  boundless  love.  Doddridge, 
 
 ~<  -g   iw  /^  S.   M.  OZREM. 
 
 JLjLfL/O.      On  beginning  a  New  Year. 
 
 OUR  few  revolving  years, 
 How  swift  they  glide  away ; 
 How  short  the  term  of  life  appears 
 When  past — but  as  a  day  ! — 
 
 2  A  dark  and  cloudy  day, 
 Clouded  by  grief  and  sin  ; 
 
 A  host  of  enemies  without, 
 Distressing  fears  within. 
 
 3  Lord,  through  another  year, 
 If  thou  permit  our  stay, 
 
 With  diligence  may  we  pursue 
 
 The  true  and  living  way.  Beddome. 
 
 1st  P.  M.  6  lines  8s.  Selena. 
 
 ,  A  living  Sacrifice  unto  the  Lord. 
 
 IT7ISDOM  ascribe,  and  might,  and  praise, 
 T  V     To  God,  who  lengthens  out  our  days ; 
 Who  spares  us  yet  another  year, 
 And  makes  us  see  his  goodness  here : 
 Oh  may  we  all  the  time  redeem, 
 A  nd  henceforth  live  and  die  to  him ! 
 
 2  How  often,  when  his  arm  was  bared, 
 Hath  he  our  sinful  Israel  spared; 
 Let  me  alone, — his  mercy  cried, 
 And  turned  the  vengeful  bolt  aside ; 
 Indulged  another  kind  reprieve, 
 And  strangely  suffered  us  to  live. 
 760 
 
SPRING   AND   SUMMER.       [1158,  1159. 
 
 3  Merciful  God,  how  shall  we  raise 
 
 Our  hearts  to  pay  thee  all  thy  praise? 
 
 Our  hearts  shall  beat  for  thee  alone; 
 
 Our  lives  shall  make  thy  goodness  known ; 
 
 Our  souls  and  bodies  shall  be  thine, 
 
 A  living  sacrifice  divine.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 -ji  yn  C.   M.  Swanwick. 
 
 llOO.  A  Midnight  Song. 
 
 JOIN,  all  ye  ransomed  sons  of  grace, 
 The  holy  joy  prolong, 
 And  shout  to  the  Redeemer's  praise 
 A  solemn  midnight  song. 
 
 2  Blessing,  and  thanks,  and  love,  and  might, 
 Be  to  our  Jesus  given,  # 
 
 Who  turns  our  darkness  into  light, 
 Who  turns  our  hell  to  heaven. 
 
 3  Thither  our  faithful  souls  he  leads  ; 
 Thither  he  bids  us  rise, 
 
 With  crowns  of  joy  upon  our  heads, 
 
 To  meet  him  in  the  skies.  C.  Wesley. 
 
 Spring  and  Summer. 
 
 iikq  ccm-  Hebeb- 
 
 jLJLOfJm  Spring. 
 
 BEHOLD !  long-wished-for  spring  is  come, 
 How  altered  is  the  scene ! 
 The  trees  and  shrubs  are  dressed  in  bloom, 
 The  earth  arrayed  in  green. 
 
 2  Where'er  we  tread,  the  clustering  flower3 
 Beauteous  around  us  spring  ; 
 
 The  birds,  with  joint  harmonious  powers, 
 Invite  our  hearts  to  sing. 
 
 3  But  ah !  in  vain  I  strive  to  join, 
 Oppressed  with  sin  and  doubt; 
 
 I  feel  'tis  winter  still  within, 
 Though  all  is  spring  without. 
 761      . 
 
1160,  11G1.]        SPRING   AND    SUMMER. 
 
 4  Oh !  would  my  Saviour  from  on  high, 
 Break  through  these  clouds  and  shine ; 
 
 No  creature  then  more  blessed  than  I, 
 No  song  more  loud  than  mine. 
 
 5  Lord,  let  thy  word  my  hopes  revive, 
 And  overcome  my  foes; 
 
 Oh  !  make  my  languid  graces  thrive, 
 
 And  blossom  like  the  rose.  * 
 
 r-j  nr\  L.  M.  Orland. 
 
 JlUU.  God  gives  the  Seasons. 
 
 G1REAT  God,  at  whose  all-powerful  call 
 I"  At  first  arose  this  beauteous  frame ! 
 By  thee  the  seasons  change,  and  all 
 Tte  changing  seasons  speak  thy  name. 
 
 2  Thy  bounty  bids  the  infant  year, 
 From  winter  storms  recovered  rise ; 
 
 When  thousand  grateful  scenes  appear, 
 Fresh  opening  to  our  wondering  eyes. 
 
 3  Oh  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
 The  earth  in  vernal  beauty  drest! 
 
 While  in  each  herb,  and  flower,  and  tree, 
 Thy  blooming  glories  shine  confest! 
 
 4  Aloft,  full  beaming,  reigns  the  sun, 
 And  light  and  genial  heat  conveys; 
 
 And  while  he  leads  the  seasons  on, 
 From  thee  derives  his  quickening  rays. 
 
 5  Indulgent  God !  from  every  part 
 Thy  plenteous  blessings  largely  flow ; 
 
 We  see  !  we  taste ; — let  every  heart 
 
 With  grateful  love  and  duty  glow.  * 
 
 -j  -j  ri-j  L.  M.  Effingham. 
 
 jLJLuX.         God  rules  the  Seasons. 
 
 THE  flowery  spring,  at  God's  command, 
 Perfumes  the  air,  and  paints  the  land, 
 The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 
 To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 
 762 
 
SPRING    AND   SUMMER.       [1102,1163. 
 
 2  His  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours, 
 Through  all  her  coasts,  redundant  -tores; 
 And  winters,  softened  by  his  care, 
 
 ^o  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 
 
 3  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
 Demand  successive  songs  of  praise ; 
 
 And  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid, 
 AVith  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 
 
 4  And  oh,  may  each  harmonious  tongue, 
 In  worlds  unknown,  the  praise  prolong ; 
 And  in  those  brighter  courts  adore, 
 
 Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more.  * 
 
 11/^0  ^*  ^*  Warwick. 
 
 X  JL  0  hJ  •  Sp  t  in  g  p  pa  ises  Go  d. 
 
 Tl^HEX  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vale, 
 T  t     And  blossoms  deck  the  spray, 
 And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale, 
 How  sweet  the  vernal  day  ! 
 
 2  Hark !  how  the  feathered  warblers  sing, 
 T  is  nature's  cheerful  voice, 
 
 Soft  music  hails  the  lovely  spring, 
 And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 
 
 3  O  God  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
 
 Thy  heavenly  gifts  impart ; 
 Then  shall  my  meditation  trace 
 Spring,  blooming  in  my  heart. 
 
 4  Inspired  to  praise,  I  then  shall  join 
 Glad  nature's  cheerful  song ; 
 
 And  love  and  gratitude  divine 
 
 Attune  my  joyful  song.  Steele. 
 
 1163. 
 
 10th  P.  ML  8s.         De  Fleury. 
 Winter  is  past. 
 
 THE  winter  is  over  and  gone, 
 The  thrush  whistles  sweet  on  the  spray, 
 The  turtle  breathes  forth  her  soft  moan, 
 The  lark  mounts  and  warbles  away. 
 763 
 
1164.] 
 
 SPRING   AND   SUMMER. 
 
 2  Shall  every  creature  around 
 Their  voices  in  concert  unite, 
 
 And  I,  the  most  favored,  be  found 
 In  praising  to  take  less  delight? 
 
 3  Awake,  then,  my  harp  and  my  lute ; 
 Sweet  organs,  your  notes  softly  swell ; 
 
 No  longer  my  lips  shall  be  mute, 
 The  Saviour's  high  praises  to  tell. 
 
 4  His  love  in  my  heart  shed  abroad, 
 My  graces  shall  bloom  as  the  spring ; 
 
 This  temple,  his  Spirit's  abode, 
 My  joy,  as  my  duty,  to  sing. 
 
 Haweis. 
 
 1164. 
 
 10th  P.  M.  8s. 
 Praise  the  Lord. 
 
 Pierce. 
 
 HOW  sweetly  along  the  gay  mead, 
 The  daisies  and  cowslips  are  seen ! 
 The  flocks,  as  they  carelessly  feed, 
 Rejoice  in  the  beautiful  green ! 
 
 2  The  vines  that  encircle  the  bowers, 
 
 The  herbage  that  springs  from  the  sod, — 
 Trees,  plants,  cooling  fruits,  and  sweet  flowers, 
 All  rise  to  the  praise  of  my  God. 
 
 3  Shall  man,  the  great  master  of  all, 
 The  only  insensible  prove? 
 
 Forbid  it,  fair  gratitude's  call — 
 Forbid  it,  devotion  and  love, 
 
 4  The  Lord,  who  such  wonders  can  raise, 
 And  still  can  destroy  with  a  nod, 
 
 My  lips  shall  incessantly  praise — 
 My  soul  shall  rejoice  in  my  God. 
 
 764 
 
AUTUMN   AND   HARVEST.    [1165,1166, 
 
 Autumn  and  Harvest. 
 
 1165. 
 
 C.  M. 
 
 Summer. 
 
 Corfu. 
 
 OH  !  praise  the  ever-bounteous  Lord, 
 My  soul,  wake  all  thy  powers ; 
 He  calls,  and  at  his  voice  come  forth 
 The  smiling  harvest  hours. 
 
 2  His  covenant  with  the  earth  he  keeps, 
 My  tongue,  his  goodness  sing  ; 
 
 Summer  and  winter  know  their  time, 
 His  harvest  crowns  the  spring. 
 
 3  Well  pleased  the  toiling  swains  behold 
 The  waving  yellow  crop ; 
 
 With  joy  they  bear  the  sheaves  away, 
 And  sow  again  in  hope. 
 
 4  Thus  teach  me,  gracious  God,  to  sow 
 The  seeds  of  righteousness ; 
 
 Smile  on  my  soul,  and  with  thy  beams 
 The  ripening  harvest  bless. 
 
 5  Then,  in  the  last  great  harvest,  I 
 Shall  reap  a  glorious  crop ; 
 
 The  harvest  shall  by  far  exceed 
 What  I  have  sown  in  hope. 
 
 1166. 
 
 L.  M.  Alida. 
 
 God  drowns  the  Year  with  Goodness. 
 
 THY  providence,  great  God,  we  praise, 
 How  good  and  great  are  all  thy  ways ! 
 Thy  bounty  crowns  our  passing  years, 
 And  dissipates  our  anxious  fears. 
 
 2  Thy  promise  stands  forever  fast, 
 While  sun  and  moon,  and  earth  shall  last; 
 The  laws  of  season  shall  endure, 
 Till  time  and  stars  are  known  no  more. 
 765 
 
1167,  1168.]  AUTUMN    AND 
 
 3  Summer  and  winter,  cold  and  heat, 
 And  night  and  day  in  order  meet ; 
 Seed-time,  and  harvest,  each  succeed, 
 To  prove  thy  love — supply  our  need. 
 
 4  When  years  are  past,  and  seasons  o'er, 
 We  still  shall  prove  thy  covenant  sure ; 
 And  in  the  shining  realms  of  bliss, 
 
 Adore  thy  goodness  and  thy  grace.  * 
 
 -j  -j  rdry        19th  P.  M.  6s  &  4s.    Italian  Hymn. 
 JL  JL  0  I  .    Praise  to  the  God  of  Harvest 
 
 THE  God  of  harvest  praise ; 
 In  loud  thanksgiving  raise 
 Hand,  heart,  and  voice ; 
 The  valleys  smile  and  sing, 
 Forests  and  mountains  ring, 
 The  plains  their  tribute  bring, 
 The  streams  rejoice. 
 
 2  Yea,  bless  his  holy  name, 
 And  purest  thanks  proclaim 
 
 Through  all  the  earth  ; 
 To  glory  in  your  lot 
 Is  duty, — but  be  not 
 God's  benefits  forgot, 
 
 Amid  your  mirth. 
 
 3  The  God  of  harvest  praise ; 
 Hands,  hearts,  and  voices,  raise, 
 
 With  sweet  accord ; 
 From  field  to  garner  throng, 
 Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
 And  in  your  harvest  song 
 
 Bless  ye  the  Lord.  Montgomery* 
 
 1 1  £Q  9lh  P*  M*  8s  &  7s'  Faith. 
 
 JLl_0O«  Autumn. 
 
 QEE  the  leaves  around  us  falling, 
 kj  Dry  and  withered,  to  the  ground, 
 Thus  the  thoughtless  mortals  calling, 
 In  a  sad  and  solemn  sound, — 
 766 
 
HARVEST. 
 
 [1169. 
 
 2  "Sons  of  Adam,  once  id  Eden, 
 Blighted  when  like  us  lie  iMl, 
 
 Hear  the  lecture  we  are  reading; 
 Tis,  alas!  the  truth  we  tell!" 
 
 3  Youth,  on  length  of  days  presuming, 
 Who  the  paths  of  pleasure  tread, 
 
 View  us,  late  in  beauty  blooming, 
 Numbered  now  among  the  dead. 
 
 4  Though  as  yet  no  losses  grieve  you, 
 Gay  with  health  and  many  a  grace, 
 
 Let  no  cloudless  skies  deceive  you ; 
 Summer  gives  to  autumn  place. 
 
 5  Yearly  in  our  course  appearing, 
 Messengers  of  shortest  stay, 
 
 Thus  we  preach  in  mortal  hearing — 
 Ye,  like  us  shall  pass  away. 
 
 6  On  the  tree  of  life  eternal, 
 Oh  let  all  our  hopes  be  laid ! 
 
 This  alone,  forever  vernal, 
 
 Bears  a  leaf  that  shall  not  fade. 
 
 Home. 
 
 1 1  f'Q         26t]l  R  M<  7s&6s- 
 
 _LJLOty  •  Falling  Leaves. 
 
 THE  leaves,  around  me  falling, 
 Are  preaching  of  decay ; 
 The  hollow  winds  are  calling, 
 
 "Come,  pilgrim,  come  away!" 
 The  day,  in  night  declining, 
 Says  1  must,  too,  decline ; 
 The  year,  its  life  resigning, — 
 Its  lot  fjreshadows  mine. 
 
 2  The  light  my  path  surrounding, 
 
 The  loves,  to  which  I  cling, 
 The  hopes  within  me  bounding, 
 
 The  joys  that  round  me  wing, — 
 All  melt,  like  stars  of  even, 
 
 Before  the  morning's  ray, — 
 Pass  upward  into  heaven, 
 
 And  chide  at  my  delay. 
 *767 
 
 Shelboiin. 
 
1170.]  AUTUMN   AND  HARVEST. 
 
 3  The  friends,  gone  there  before  me, 
 Are  calling  from  on  high ; 
 
 And  joyous  angels  o'er  me, 
 
 Tempt  sweetly  to  the  sky. 
 "  Why  wait,"  they  say,  "  and  wither 
 
 'Mid  scenes  of  death  and  sin  ? 
 Oh,  rise  to  glory,  hither, 
 
 And  find  true  life  begin.,, 
 
 4  I  hear  the  invitation, 
 
 And  fain  would  rise  and  come — 
 A  sinner  to  salvation ; 
 
 An  exile  to  his  home : 
 But,  while  I  here  must  linger, 
 
 Thus,  thus  let  all  I  see 
 Point  6n,  with  faithful  finger, 
 
 To  heaven,  O  Lord,  and  thee. 
 
 1170. 
 
 L.  M.  Prague* 
 
 Remember  and  bless  the  Lord. 
 
 GREAT  God,  as  seasons  disappear, 
 And  changes  mark  the  rolling  year, 
 Thy  favor  still  doth  crown  our  days, 
 And  we  would  celebrate  thy  praise. 
 
 2  Our  table  spread,  our  garners  stored, 
 Oh  give  us  hearts  to  bless  thee,  Lord ; 
 Forbid  it,  Source  of  light  and  love, 
 
 That  hearts  and  lives  should  barren  prove. 
 
 3  Another  harvest  comes  apace ; 
 Mature  our  spirits  by  thy  grace, 
 That  we  may  calmly  meet  the  blow 
 The  sickle  gives,  to  lay  us  lowT ; — 
 
 4  That  so,  w7hen  angel  reapers  come 
 To  gather  sheaves  to  thy  blest  home, 
 Our  spirits  may  be  borne  on  high, 
 
 To  thy  safe  garner  in  the  sky.  Campbell. 
 
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1171. 
 
 WINTER.  [1171,  1172. 
 
 L.  M.  Prague. 
 
 TJie  Seasons  crowned  with  Goodness. 
 
 ETERXAL  source  of  every  joy ! 
 Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
 While  in  thy  temple  we  appear 
 To  hail  thee,  sovereign  of  the  year. 
 
 2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
 Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole ! 
 The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
 
 And  darkness  when  to  vail  the  skies. 
 
 3  The  flow'ry  spring,  at  thy  command, 
 Perfumes  the  air  and  paints  the  land ; 
 The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine 
 
 To  raise  the  corn  and  load  the  vine. 
 
 4  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours, 
 Through  all  our  coast,  redundant  stores ; 
 And  winters,  softened  by  thy  care, 
 
 No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 
 
 5  Seasons  and  months,  and  weeks  and  days, 
 Demand  successive  songs  of  praise ; 
 
 And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
 With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 
 
 6  Here  in  the  house  let  incense  rise, 
 And  circling  Sabbaths  bless  our  eyes, 
 Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar 
 
 Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more.     Doddridge. 
 
 Winter. 
 
 -j  -j  ryQ  C.  M.  Warwick. 
 
 11  I  &.  Winter. 
 
 QTERX  winter  throws  his  icy  chains, 
 kj  Encircling  nature  round ; 
 How  bleak,  how  comfortless  the  plains, 
 Late  with  gay  verdure  crowned ! 
 2H  769    ' 
 
1173.]  WINTER. 
 
 2  The  sun  withdraws  his  vital  beams, 
 And  light  and  warmth  depart; 
 
 And  drooping,  lifeless  nature  seems, 
 An  emblem  of  my  heart. 
 
 3  My  heart,  when  mental  winter  reigns 
 In  night's  dark  mantle  clad, 
 
 Confined  in  cold  inactive  chains, 
 How  desolate  and  sad  ! 
 
 4  Return,  O. blissful  Sun,  and  bring 
 Thy  soul-reviving  ray ; 
 
 This  mental  winter  shall  be  spring, 
 This  darkness  cheerful  day. 
 
 5  Oh  happy  state,  divine  abode, 
 Where  spring  eternal  reigns  ; 
 
 And  perfect  day,  the  smile  of  God, 
 Fills  all  the  heavenly  plains. 
 
 6  Great  source  of  light,  thy  beams  display, 
 My  drooping  joys  restore, 
 
 And  guide  me  to  the  seats  of  day, 
 
 Where  winter  chills  no  more.  Steele. 
 
 1173. 
 
 C.  M.  Bradford. 
 
 Frost  and  Snow. 
 
 THE  hoary  frost,  the  fleecy  snow, 
 Descend,  and  clothe  the  ground ; 
 The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
 In  icy  fetters  bound. 
 
 2  When,  from  his  dreadful  stores  on  high, 
 God  pours  the  sounding  hail, 
 
 The  man  that  does  his  power  defy, 
 Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 
 
 3  God  sends  his  word,  and  melts  the  snow, 
 The  fields  no  longer  mourn ; 
 
 He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
 And  bids  the  spring  return. 
 770 
 
CORNER-STONE   LAYING.       [1174,  1175. 
 
 4  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
 
 Obey  his  mighty  word; 
 With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
 
 Praise  ve  the  sovereign  Lord.  Watts. 
 
 SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 
 
 1174. 
 
 Corner-Stone  Laying. 
 
 C.  M.  Stoningtox. 
 
 Tlie  Foundation-Stone. 
 
 BEHOLD  the  sure  Foundation-stone 
 Which  God  in  Zion  lavs, 
 To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon, 
 And  his  eternal  praise. 
 
 2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 
 We  now  adore  thy  name ; 
 
 We  trust  our  whole  salvation  here, 
 Nor  can  we  suffer  shame. 
 
 3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 
 Reject  it  with  disdain : 
 
 Yet  on  this  Rock  the  church  shall  rest, 
 And  envy  rage  in  vain. 
 
 4  What,  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood, 
 •Yet  must  this  building  rise  : 
 
 rTis  thine  own  work,  almighty  God, 
 
 And  wondrous  in  our  eyes.  Watte* 
 
 1175. 
 
 L.  M.  Rockland. 
 
 Jesus,  the  Corner-Stone. 
 
 TO-DAY  we  lay  the  corner-stone, 
 To  rear  our  sacred  walls  upon, 
 A  house  of  God,  who's  pledged  to  be 
 Where  he  Ls  sought  by  two  or  three. 
 771 
 
1176.]  COKNER-STONE   LAYING. 
 
 2  Where  I  record  my  name,  says  he, 
 And  where  my  children  honor  me, 
 There  I  will  come  to  own  and  bless 
 My  ordinances  with  success. 
 
 3  But  Jesus  is  the  corner-stone, 
 For  us  to  build  our  hopes  upon ; 
 On  him  the  edifice  may  rise 
 Sublime  in  light,  beyond  the  skies. 
 
 4  When  storms  and  tempests  round  prevail, 
 Whirlwind  and  thunder,  fire  and  hail : 
 
 *T  is  he  our  trembling  souls  shall  hide, 
 On  him  securely  we  abide. 
 
 5  Dear  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel, 
 Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell ; 
 Here,  to  our  waiting  hearts,  proclaim 
 The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 
 
 6  Here  may  we  prjve  the  power  of  prayer, 
 To  strengthen  faith,  and  sweeten  care ; 
 
 To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 
 And  bring  all  heaven  before  our  eyes. 
 
 7  God  of  the  churches !  thou  art  near ; 
 Nor  short  thine  arm,  nor  deaf  thine  ear ; 
 Oh  rend  the  heavens,  come  quickly  down, 
 And  make  a  thousand  hearts  thine  own. 
 
 "1  "I  r*//*  —'  ^  Woodland. 
 
 11  1  U.         Chrid,  (lie  Corner-Stone. 
 
 GREAT  God !  who  laid  on  Zion's  mount 
 The  precious  Corner-stone ; 
 More  powerful  than  the  gates  of  hell, 
 And  sacred  as  thy  throne. 
 
 2  Regard  us,  who  before  thee  spread 
 
 Our  hands  in  solemn  prayer ; 
 For,  by  thy  cloud  and  pillar  led, 
 
 The  ark  hath  rested  here. 
 
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CORNER-STONE   LAYING.    [1177,  1178. 
 
 3  The  patriarchs  and  prophets  proved, 
 A  sure  Foundation  given  : 
 
 The  martyrs  rested  there  unmoved, 
 In  holiest  hope  of  heaven. 
 
 4  That  Rock  was  Christ — former  the  same, 
 The  Lord,  our  righteousness  : 
 
 Oh  may  this  altar  bear  thy  name, 
 And  thou  our  labor  bless. 
 
 5  And  though  in  glorious  temple  high, 
 Eternal  is  thy  throne  ; 
 
 Oh  let  us  find  thy  footstool  nigh, 
 
 And  prove  this  place  thine  own.  * 
 
 1  1  ryrY  k*  ^*  Park  Street. 
 XJL  (  t  .       GodJs  Guardian  Presence, 
 
 THIS  stone  to  thee,  in  faith  we  lay ; 
 This  temple,  Lord,  to  thee  we  raise ; 
 Thine  eye  be  open  night  and  day, 
 
 To  guard  this  house  of  prayer  and  praise. 
 
 2  Within  these  walls  let  heavenly  peace 
 And  holy  love  and  concord  dwell ; 
 
 Here  give  the  burdened  conscience  ease, 
 And  here  the  wounded  spirit  heal. 
 
 3  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 
 Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 
 
 Will  here  our  great  Redeemer  reign, 
 And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 
 
 4  Ne'er  let  thy  glory  hence  depart : 
 
 Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  shrine  alone  : 
 Thy  Spirit  dwell  in  every  heart, — 
 
 In  every  bosom  fix  thy  throne.  Montgomery. 
 
 nrvr\  5th  P.  M.  7s.  Martyr. 
 
 I  Q»  Prayer  and  Praise. 
 
 LORD  of  hosts !  to  thee  we  raise 
 Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise : 
 Thou  thy  people's  hearts  prepare, 
 Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 
 773 
 
1179.]  CORNER-STONE   LAYING. 
 
 2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed 
 
 With  thy  word,  the  heavenly  bread : 
 Here,  in  hope  of  glory  blest, 
 May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest. 
 
 3  Here  to  thee  a  temple  stand, 
 While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land : 
 Here  reveal  thy  mercy  sure, 
 While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 
 
 4  Hallelujah ! — earth  and  sky 
 To  the  joyful  sound  reply : 
 Hallelujah !  hence  ascend 
 
 Prayer  and  praise  till  time  shall  end.       Montgomery. 
 
 1179. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.  Wilmot. 
 
 Jesus  Christ,  the  Comer-Stone. 
 
 ON  this  stone,  now  laid  with  prayer, 
 Let  thy  church  rise,  strong  and  fair ; 
 Ever,  Lord,  thy  name  be  known, 
 Where  we  lay  this  corner-stone. 
 
 2  Let  thy  holy  Child,  who  came 
 Man  from  error  to  reclaim, 
 And  for  sinners  to  atone, 
 
 Bless,  with  thee,  this  corner-stone. 
 
 3  May  thy  Spirit  here  give  rest 
 To  the  heart  by  sin  oppressed, 
 And  the  seeds  of  truth  be  sown, 
 Where  we  lay  this  corner-stone. 
 
 4  Open  wide,  O  God,  thy  door, 
 For  the  outcast  and  the  poor, 
 Who  can  call  no  house  their  own, 
 Where  we  lay  this  corner-stone. 
 
 5  By  wise  master-builders  squared, 
 Here  be  living  stones  prepared 
 For  the  temple  near  thy  throne ; — 
 
 Jesus  Christ  its  corner-stone.  Pierpont. 
 
 774 
 
1180. 
 
 DEDICATION,    ETC.  [H80,  1181. 
 
 12th  P.  M.  Booth. 
 
 The  true  Foundation-Stone. 
 
 THOU,  who  hast  in  Zion  laid 
 The  true  Foundation-stone, 
 
 And  with  those  a  covenant  made 
 
 Who  build  on  that  alone  : 
 Yet  the  place  of  all  prepared, 
 
 By  regal  David's  favored  Son, 
 Thy  peculiar  blessing  shared, 
 
 And  stood  thy  chosen  throne. 
 
 2  Earth  is  thine  ;  her  thousand  hills 
 Thy  mighty  hand  sustains  : 
 
 Heaven  thy  awful  presence  fills  ; 
 
 O'er  all  thy  glory  reigns. 
 Here  us,  Architect  divine  I 
 
 Great  Builder  of  thy  church  below ! 
 Now  upon  thy  servants  shine, 
 
 Who  seek  thy  praise  to  show. 
 
 3  We,  like  Jesse's  son,  would  raise 
 A  temple  to  the  Lord  : 
 
 Sound  throughout  its  courts  his  praise, 
 
 His  saving  name  record ; 
 Dedicate  a  house  to  him 
 
 Who  once  in  mortal  weakness  shrined, 
 Sorrowed,  suffered,  to  redeem, 
 
 To  rescue  all  mankind. 
 
 Dedication  of  a  House  of  Worship. 
 
 ~t-ir\-i  L.  M.  Clare. 
 
 llol.  House  built  for  God. 
 
 HERE  in  thy  name,  eternal  God, 
 We  build  this  earthly  house  for  thee ; 
 Oh,  choose  it  for  thy  fixed  abode, 
 And  guard  it  long  from  error  free. 
 775 
 
1182.]  DEDICATION    OF   A 
 
 2  Here,  when  thy  people  seek  thy  face, 
 And  dying  sinners  pray  to  liye, 
 
 Hear  thou,  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
 And  when  thou  nearest,  Lord,  forgive. 
 
 3  Here,  when  thy  messengers  proclaim 
 The  blessed  gospel  of  thy  Son, 
 
 Still  by  the  power  of  his  great  name, 
 Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 
 
 4  When  children's  voices  raise  the  song, 
 Hosanna !  to  their  heavenly  King, 
 
 Let  heaven  with  earth  the  strain  prolong ; 
 Hosanna !  let  the  angels  sing. 
 
 5  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 
 Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 
 
 Here  will  our  great  Redeemer  reign, 
 And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 
 
 6  Thy  glory  never  hence  depart, 
 
 Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone ! 
 Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart ; 
 
 In  every  bosom  fix  thy  throne.  Montgomery. 
 
 1182 
 
 L.  M.  Truro. 
 
 hJm  A  humble  Offering  to  Jehovah. 
 
 THE  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod, 
 Was  the  first  temple  built  by  God ; 
 His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone  ; 
 He  spake,  and,  lo!  the  work  was  done. 
 
 2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high, 
 The  broad  expanse  of  azure  sky ; 
 
 He  spread  its  pavement,  green  and  bright, 
 And  curtained  it  with  morning  light. 
 
 3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood, 
 The  sea,  the  sky ;  and  all  was  good  ; 
 And  when  its  first  pure  praises  rang, 
 The  morning  stars  together  sang. 
 
 776 
 
house  of  woRsnip.     [1183,  1184. 
 
 4  Lord,  'r  is  not  ours  to  make  the  sea, 
 And  earth,  and  sky,  a  house  for  thee; 
 But  in  thy  sight  our  offering  stands, 
 
 A  humble  temple,  built  with  hands.  Willis. 
 
 iiQ^  L.  M.  Effingham. 
 
 iJ_Oa).  JTfkovah'a  Presence. 
 
 VTOT  heaven's  wide  range  of  hallowed  space 
 ^i    Jehovah's  presence  can  confine; 
 Nor  angels1  claims  restrain  his  grace, 
 Whose  glories  through  creation  shine. 
 
 2  It  beamed  on  Eden's  guilty  day-. 
 
 And  traced  redemption's  wondrous  plan ; 
 From  Calvary,  in  brightest  rays. 
 
 It  glowed  to  guide  benighted  man. 
 
 3  Irs  sacred  shrine  it  fixes  there, 
 "Where  two  or  three  are  met  to  raise 
 
 Their  holy  hands  in  humble  prayer, 
 Or  tune  their  hearts  to  grateful  praise. 
 
 4  Be  tfcqs,  O  Lord,  that  honored  place, — 
 The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  heaven; 
 
 And  may  the  fullness  of  thy  grace 
 To  all  who  here  shall  meet  be  given. 
 
 5  And  hence,  in  spirit,  may  we  soar 
 
 To  those  bright  courts  where  seraphs  bend; 
 With  awe,  like  theirs,  on  earth  adore, 
 
 Till  with  their  anthems  ours  shall  blend.    Wes.  Mag. 
 
 UQ  i  C.  M.  Heber. 
 
 Q-±.         A  Blessing  supplicated. 
 
 OGOD,  though  countless  worlds  of  light 
 Thy  power  and  glory  show, — 
 Though  round  thy  throne,  above  all  height, 
 Immortal  seraphs  glow, — 
 
 2  Yet,  Lord,  where'er  thy  saints  apart 
 
 Are  met  for  praise  and  prayer, — 
 Wherever  sighs  a  contrite  heart, 
 
 Thou,  gracious  God,  art  there. 
 2H2  777 
 
1185.]  DEDICATION   OF   A 
 
 3  With  grateful  joy  thy  children  rear 
 This  temple,  Lord,  to  thee ; 
 
 Long  may  they  sing  thy  praises  here, 
 And  here  thy  beauty  see. 
 
 4  Here,  Saviour,  deign  thy  saints  to  meet ; 
 With  peace  their  hearts  to  fill  ; 
 
 And  here,  like  Sharon's  odors  sweet, 
 May  grace  divine  distill. 
 
 5  Here  may  thy  truth  fresh  triumphs  win ; 
 Eternal  Spirit,  here, 
 
 In  many  a  heart,  now  dead  in  sin, 
 
 A  living  temple  rear.  J".  D.  Knowles. 
 
 1185 
 
 3rd  P.  or  H.  M.  Warsaw. 
 
 #  Invoking  God's  Presence  and  Blessing. 
 
 GREAT  King  of  glory,  come, 
 And  with  thy  favor  crown 
 This  temple  as  thy  home, — 
 This  people  as  thine  own  : 
 Beneath  this  roof,  oh  deign  to  show 
 How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 
 
 2  Here  may  thine  ears  attend 
 
 Our  interceding  cries, 
 And  grateful  praise  ascend, 
 
 Like  incense,  to  the  skies : 
 Here  may  thy  soul-converting  word 
 With  faith  be  preached,  in  faith  be  heard. 
 
 8  Here  may  our  unborn  sons 
 
 And  daughters  sound  thy  praise, 
 And  shine,  like  polished  stones, 
 
 Through  long  succeeding  days  : 
 Here,  Lord,  display  thy  saving  power, 
 While  temples  stand  and  men  adore.  Francis. 
 
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nousE  of  worship.      [1186, 1187. 
 
 iiQ/)  L.  M.  Rockingham. 
 
 lloU.         A  House  for  the  Lord 
 
 BEHOLD  thy  temple,  God  of  grace, 
 The  house  that  Ave  have  reared  for  thee, 
 Regard  it  as  thy  resting  place, 
 And  fill  it  with  thy  majesty. 
 
 2  With  outstretched  hands  on  thee  we  call, 
 Prostrate  before  thy  throne  we  bow ; 
 
 Oh  let  the  cloud  of  glory  fall 
 On  all  thy  waiting  servants  now. 
 
 3  Now  by  thy  presence  sanctify 
 
 This  earthly  sanctuary,  Lord  ; 
 And  to  its  courts  be  ever  nigh, 
 
 And  here  thy  hallowed  Name  record. 
 
 4  When  from  this  altar  shall  arise 
 Joint  supplication  to  thy  Name, 
 
 Deign  to  accept  the  sacrifice, 
 
 Thyself  our  answering  God  proclaim. 
 
 5  And  when  from  hence  the  voice  of  praise, 
 Shall  lift  its  triumphs  to  thy  throne, 
 
 Show  thy  acceptance  of  our  lays, 
 By  making  all  thy  glory  known. 
 
 G  When  here  thy  ministers  shall  stand, 
 To  speak  what  thou  shalt  bid  them  say, 
 
 Maintain  thy  cause  with  thine  own  hand, 
 And  give  thy  truth  a  winning  way. 
 
 7  Now,  therefore,  0  our  God,  arise, 
 
 In  this  thy  resting  place  appear; 
 And  let  thy  people's  longing  eyes 
 
 Behold  thee  fix  thy  dwelling  here.  • 
 
 iinv  S.  M.  Stafford. 
 
 XJLO  i  •       Love  to  the  House  of  God. 
 
 GREAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
 And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 
 He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
 His  most  delightful  seat. 
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1188,  1189.]  DEDICATION,  ETC. 
 
 2  These  temples  of  his  grace, 
 How  beautiful  they  stand ! 
 
 The  honors  of  our  native  place, 
 And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 
 
 3  In  Zion  God  is  known 
 A  refuge  in  distress ; 
 
 How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone 
 Through  all  her  palaces ! 
 
 4  In  every  new  distress 
 We  '11  to  his  house  repair ; 
 
 We  '11  think  upon  his  wondrous  grace, 
 
 And  seek  deliverance  there.  Watts. 
 
 nQQ  L.  M.  Duke  Street. 
 
 (JkJ9   The  Presence  of  God  supplicated. 
 
 AND  will  the  great  eternal  God 
 On  earth  establish  his  abode  ? 
 And  will  he  from  his  radiant  throne, 
 Accept  our  temple  for  his  own  ? 
 
 2  These  walls  we  to  thy  honor  raise, 
 Long  may  they  echo  to  thy  praise ; 
 And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
 With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 
 
 3  Here  let  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
 With  all  the  glories  of  his  train : 
 While  power  divine  his  word  attends, 
 To  conquer  foes,  and  cheer  his  friends. 
 
 4  And  in  the  great  decisive  day, 
 When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
 May  it  before  the  world  appear 
 
 That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here.         Doddridge. 
 
 -j  -j  Qr\  S.  M.  Silver  Street. 
 
 JL _L 0  tJ •        Meeting  for  Dedication. 
 
 WITHIN  these  walls,  O  God, 
 Thy  people  meet  to-day ; 
 To  dedicate  this  house  to  thee, 
 To  preach,  to  sing,  and  pray. 
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SUNDAY-SCHOOL    MEETINGS,   ETC.        [1190. 
 
 2  It  has  been  reared,  O  Lord, 
 In  honor  of  thy  name ; 
 
 Oh  !  may  it  stand  a  monument, 
 Of  our  Immanuel's  tame. 
 
 3  The  birth-place  may  it  be, 
 
 Of  many  precious  souls  : 
 Thy  saints  here  sanctity  through  grace, 
 With  power  thy  truth  unfold. 
 
 4  Thy  glory  here  make  known, 
 Whene'er  thy  church  shall  meet ; 
 
 To  worship  in  this  holy  place, 
 Around  thy  mercy-seat. 
 
 5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 
 
 And  we  from  earth  remove ; 
 Oh  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
 
 The  bosom  of  thv  love.  * 
 
 Sunday-School  Meetings  and  Exercises. 
 
 1  1  A  A  ^*  "*  ^s'  ~s  ^  ^s'  Dublin. 
 JlJL^/U.               Faith  and  Hope. 
 
 AT  thy  footstool,  humbly  bending, 
 Faith  and  hope  with  fervent  prayer, 
 On  thy  promised  help  depending, 
 May  our  toils  thy  blessings  share ; 
 
 Great  Jehovah, 
 Hear  us ;  make  us  still  thy  care. 
 
 2  Here  reveal  thy  power  and  glory ; 
 Grant  each  teacher  great  success  ; 
 
 May  those  whom  we  teach  adore  thee, 
 And  their  Saviour  now  confers ; 
 
 Holy  Spirit, 
 Bless  us  with  thy  quickening  grace. 
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1191,  1192.]    SUNDAY-SCHOOL  MEETINGS 
 
 3  For  thy  love  accept  this  token ; 
 
 We  the  young  with  truth  would  feed : 
 'T  was  for  such  thy  heart  was  broken ; 
 
 Thou  dost  for  them  intercede ; 
 Mighty  Saviour, 
 
 Help  us ;  't  is  thy  cause  we  plead. 
 
 1191. 
 
 L.  M.  Rest. 
 
 Death  of  a  Sabbath  School  Scholar. 
 
 A  MOURNING  class,  a  vacant  seat, 
 Tells  us  that  one  we  loved  to  meet 
 Will  join  our  youthful  throng  no  more, 
 Till  all  these  changing  scenes  are  o'er. 
 
 2  No  more  that  voice  we  loved  to  hear 
 Shall  fill  his  teacher's  list'ning  ear ; 
 No  more  its  tones  shall  join  to  swell 
 The  songs  that  of  a  Saviour  tell. 
 
 3  That  welcome  face,  that  sparkling  eye, 
 And  sprightly  form,  must  buried  lie ; 
 Deep  in  the  cold  and  silent  gloom, 
 
 The  rayless  night  that  fills  the  tomb. 
 
 4  And  we  live  on,  but  none  can  say, 
 How  near  or  distant  is  the  day 
 
 When  death's  unwelcome  hand  shall  come, 
 To  lay  us  in  our  narrow  home. 
 
 5  God  tells  us,  by  this  mournful  death, 
 How  vain  and  fleeting  is  our  breath ; 
 And  bids  our  souls  prepare  to  meet 
 
 The  trial  of  his  judgment-seat.  * 
 
 1 1  {\C%  CM.  Stropham. 
 
 liy^.  Delightful  Work 
 
 ELTGHTFUL  work !  young  souls  to  win, 
 And  turn  the  rising  race 
 From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 
 To  seek  redeeming  grace. 
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AND    EXERCISES.  [1193. 
 
 2  Children  our  kind  protection  claim  ; 
 And  God  will  well  approve, 
 
 When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name, 
 And  their  Redeemer  love. 
 
 3  Be  ours  the  bliss,  in  wisdom's  way 
 To  guide  untutored  youth, 
 
 And  show  the  mind  which  went  astray, 
 The  Way,  the  Life,  the  Truth. 
 
 4  Almighty  God,  thine  influence  shed, 
 To  aid  this  blest  design ; 
 
 The  honors  of  thy  name  be  spread, 
 And  all  the  glory  thine. 
 
 1193. 
 
 C.  M.  Arlington. 
 
 Children  reared  for  Heaven, 
 
 THERE  is  a  glorious  world  of  light, 
 Above  the  starry  sky, 
 Where  saints  departed,  clothed  in  white, 
 Adore  the  Lord  most  high. 
 
 2  And  hark,  amid  the  sacred  songs 
 Those  heavenly  voices  raise, 
 
 Ten  thousand  thousand  infant  tongues 
 Unite  in  perfect  praise. 
 
 3  Those  are  the  hymns  that  we  shall  know, 
 If  Jesus  we  obey  ; 
 
 That  is  the  place  where  we  shall  go, 
 If  found  in  wisdom's  way. 
 
 4  This  is  the  joy  we  ought  to  seek, 
 And  make  our  chief  concern ; 
 
 For  this  we  come  from  week  to  week, 
 To  read,  and  hear,  and  learn. 
 
 5  Soon  will  our  earthly  race  be  run, 
 Our  mortal  frame  decay ; 
 
 Children  and  teachers,  one  by  one, 
 Must  die  and  pass  away, 
 
 '783 
 
1194,  1195.]    SUNDAY-SCHOOL   MEETINGS 
 
 6  Great  God,  impress  this  serious  thought, 
 
 To-day,  on  every  breast ; 
 That  both  the  teachers  and  the  taught, 
 
 May  dwell  among  the  blest  Jane  Taylor. 
 
 -j  -j  r\  a  CM.  Balerma. 
 
 11 J4.  The  Christian  Child. 
 
 BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 
 How  fair  the  lily  grows ! 
 How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
 Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose. 
 
 2  Lo !  such  the  child,  whose  early  feet 
 The  paths  of  peace  have  trod ; 
 
 Whose  secret  heart,  by  influence  sweet, 
 Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 
 
 3  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 
 Of  man's  maturer  age 
 
 Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
 And  stormy  passions  rage. 
 
 4  0  Thou  who  givest  life  and  breath, 
 We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
 
 In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
 
 To  keep  us  still  thine  own.  * 
 
 P.  M.        Happy  Voices,  1. 
 The  happy  Land. 
 
 THERE  is  a  happy  land, 
 Far,  far  away, — 
 Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 
 
 Bright,  bright  as  day  : 
 Oh  how  they  sweetly  sing, — 
 Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King  ; 
 Loud  let  his  praises  ring 
 For  evermore. 
 
 2  Gome  to  this  happy  land, 
 
 Come,  come  away ; 
 Why  will  ye  doubting  stand  ? 
 
 Why  still  delav? 
 
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AND    EXERCISES.  [1196,  1197. 
 
 Oh  we  shall  happy  be, 
 When,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
 Lord  we  shall  live  with  thee, 
 Blest  evermore. 
 
 3  Bright,  in  that  happy  land, 
 
 Beams  every  eye ; 
 Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 
 
 Love  can  not  die. 
 Oh  then,  to  glory  run  : 
 Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won ; 
 And  bright  above  the  sun, 
 
 Eeign  evermore.  * 
 
 1  1  Q£      '  P*  M'        Child-  Hos->  109' 
 J-JL^D.  Suffer  the  little  Ones  to  come  unto  Me. 
 
 I  THINK,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 
 When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
 How  he  called  little  children,  as  lambs  to  his  fold, 
 I  should  like  to  have  been  with  him  then. 
 
 2  I  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed  on  my  head, 
 That  his  arms  had  been  thrown  around  me, 
 
 That  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  look  when  he  said, 
 * '  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 
 
 3  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 
 And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love ; 
 
 And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 
 I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above : 
 
 4  In  that  beautiful  place  he  has  gone  to  prepare, 
 For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven ; 
 
 And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, 
 
 1 'For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven."  * 
 
 "I  "1  (YY  P.  M.  63  &  4s.  Oak. 
 
 JL-Lt/  I  •  Working  with  Thee. 
 
 WORKING,  0  Christ,  with  thee, 
 T  T  Working  with  thee, 
 
 Unworthy,  sinful,  weak, 
 
 Although  we  be ; 
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1197.]  SUNDAY-SCHOOL   MEETINGS 
 
 Our  all  to  thee  we  give, 
 For  thee  alone  would  live, 
 And  by  thy  grace  achieve — 
 Working  with  thee.. 
 
 2  Along  the  city's  waste, 
 
 Working  with  thee ; 
 Our  eager  footsteps  haste 
 
 Like  thee  to  be ; 
 The  poor  we  gather  in, 
 The  outcasts  raise  from  sin, 
 And  labor  souls  to  win — 
 
 Working  with  thee. 
 
 3  The  little  ones  we  greet, 
 
 Working  with  thee ; 
 And  oft  thy  words  repeat, 
 
 4 'Come  unto  me." 
 From  sorrow,  want,  and  gloom, 
 We  bid  them  welcome  home 
 Beneath  our  sheltering  dome — 
 
 Working  with  thee. 
 
 4  Saviour,  we  weary  not, 
 
 Working  with  thee ; 
 As  hard  as  thine,  our  lot 
 
 Can  never  be. 
 Our  joy  and  comfort  this — 
 Thy  grace  sufficient  is ; 
 This  changes  toil  to  bliss ; 
 
 Working  with  thee. 
 
 5  So  let  us  labor  on, 
 
 Working  with  thee ; 
 Till  earth  to  thee  is  won, 
 
 From  sin  set  free. 
 Till  men,  from  shore  to  shore, 
 Receive  thee,  and  adore, 
 And  join  us  evermore, 
 
 Working  with  thee. 
 
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AND   EXERCISES.  [1198,  1199. 
 
 1  1  (lO  ^rr*  **"  or  **'  ***  Lenox. 
 J.  X  * /  O  •             C7t  ildre  ? ft  Pr  a  ue*. 
 
 ClOME,  let  our  voices  join 
 /  In  joyful  songs  of  praise  ; 
 To  God,  the  God  of  love, 
 
 Our  thankful  hearts  we'll  raise; 
 To  God  alone  all  praise  belongs — 
 Our  earliest  and  our  latest  songs. 
 
 2  Now  we  are  taught  to  read 
 The  Book  of  Life  divine, 
 
 "Where  our  Redeemer's  love 
 
 And  brightest  glories  shine : 
 To  God  alone  all  praise  is  due, 
 Who  sends  his  word  to  us  and  you. 
 
 3  Within  these  hallowed  walls 
 Our  wand'ring  feet  are  brought 
 
 Where  prayer  and  praise  ascend, 
 
 And  heavenly  truths  are  taught : 
 To  God  alone  your  offerings  bring ; 
 Let  young  and  old  his  praises  sing. 
 
 4  Lord,  let  this  work  of  love 
 Be  crowned  with  full  success  ! 
 
 Let  thousands,  yet  unborn, 
 
 Thy  sacred  name  here  bless ! 
 To  thee,  O  Lord,  all  praise  to  thee ; 
 "We  '11  praise  throughout  eternity.  * 
 
 1  1  GO  ^'    ^'  BOYLSTON. 
 X  X  t7  tf  •              In  Su nday-School. 
 
 TT7TTHIN  these  walls  be  peace, 
 
 I  V     Love  through  our  borders  found  ; 
 In  all  our  little  palaces 
 Prosperity  abound. 
 
 2  God  scorns  not  humble  things  ; 
 Here,  though  the  proud  despise, 
 
 The  children  of  the  King  of  kings 
 Are  training  for  the  skies. 
 787 
 
1200,  1201.]  EARLY   PIETY, 
 
 3  May  none  who  thus  are  taught, 
 
 From  glory  be  cast  down, 
 But  all  through  faith  and  patience  brought 
 
 To  an  immortal  crown.  Montgomery. 
 
 "lOAA  C.    M.  NORTHFIELD. 
 
 J_/OUU»     Shepherd  of  the  little  Flock. 
 
 THOU  art  our  Shepherd,  glorious  God ; 
 Thy  little  flock  behold, 
 And  guide  us  by  thy  staff  and  rod — 
 The  children  of  thy  fold. 
 
 2  We  praise  thy  name  that  we  were  brought 
 To  this  delightful  place, 
 
 Where  we  are  watched,  and  warned  and  taught, 
 The  children  of  thy  grace. 
 
 3  Oh  may  our  friends  and  teachers  here, 
 Meet  all  our  souls  above ; 
 
 And  they  and  we  in  heaven  appear — 
 
 The  children  of  thy  love.  * 
 
 Early  Piety. 
 
 1  O  A1     8tn  p-  M«  8s>  7s  &4s.    Mus.  Leaves,  4. 
 JL/£UJL«  Saviour,  at  thy  Footstool  bending. 
 
 O  AVIOUR,  at  thy  footstool  bending, 
 O  We,  a  youthful  band,  appear ; 
 May  our  grateful  songs  ascending, 
 
 Reach  and  please  thy  gracious  ear  ; 
 Thus  to  praise  thee, 
 
 Make  and  keep  our  hearts  sincere ; 
 
 2  No  harsh  words  of  indignation 
 Drive  this  little  flock  from  thee ; 
 
 Gentle  is  thy  invitation  : 
 
 "  Suffer  them  to  come  to  me." 
 
 Dearest  Saviour, 
 Let  us  each  thy  kingdom  see. 
 788 
 
EARLY   PIETY.  [1202,  1203. 
 
 3  Take  us,  then,  thou  kind  Protector, 
 Keep  us  by  thy  watchful  care ; 
 
 Be  our  Shepherd,  Friend,  Director, 
 In  thy  arms  of  mercy  bear ; 
 
 Guide  to  glory, 
 We  shall  dwell  in  safety  there. 
 
 1202. 
 
 S.  M.  Boylston. 
 
 Prayer  for  our  Youth. 
 
 GREAT  God  !  with  heart  and  tongue, 
 For  all  our  youth  we  pray  ; 
 Oh  may  they  learn,  while  they  are  young, 
 To  walk  in  wisdom's  way ! 
 
 2  Xow,  in  their  early  days. 
 Teach  them  thy  will  to  know  ; 
 
 0  God,  thy  sanctifying  grace 
 On  every  heart  bestow  ! 
 
 3  Make  their  unguarded  youth 
 The  object  of  thy  care ; 
 
 Cause  them  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 
 And  fly  from  every  snare. 
 
 4  Their  hearts,  to  folly  prone, 
 Renew  by  power  divine  ; 
 
 Unite  them  to  thyself  alone, 
 And  make  them  wholly  thine. 
 
 5  Lord,  let  thy  sacred  word 
 Their  warmest  thoughts  employ  ; 
 
 There  let  them  daily  find  the  road 
 
 Which  leads  to  endless  joy.  * 
 
 1 0AO  k-  M-  Duke  Street. 
 
 JL rCUO.      The  Youth's  Supplication. 
 
 GUAKDIAN  of  souls,  throughout  my  days 
 Inspire  my  heart,  and  keep  my  ways ; 
 And  let  thy  kindest  love  prevail, 
 Though  foes  unite,  and  friends  all  fail. 
 789 
 
1204.]  EAELY   PIETY. 
 
 2  By  night  and  day,  where'er  I  be, 
 Be  thou,  my  Saviour,  near  to  me  ; 
 In  health  or  pain,  in  rest  or  toil, 
 Give  rne  thy  kind  approving  smile. 
 
 3  When  flesh  and  sinking  nature  fail, 
 Then  let  sustaining  grace  prevail ; 
 
 Its  holy  influence  impart, 
 
 To  melt  and  overflow  my  heart 
 
 4  Or  slowly  wasting  to  the  dust, 
 Be  thou  my  firm  support  and  trust ; 
 Nor  let  death's  gloomy  shadows  be 
 The  slightest  terror,  Lord,  to  me.    . 
 
 5  In  cheerful  hope  my  eyelids  close, 
 And  give  me  calm  and  sweet  repose ; 
 My  spirit  from  its  prison  free, 
 
 To  reign  in  heaven,  O  Lord,  with  thee. 
 
 -j.  r\  r\  i  L.  M.  Uxbkidge. 
 
 Jla*V/'±.       Prayer  offered  by  Youth. 
 
 LORD,  we  are  young — thy  help  we  need, 
 For  various  foes  infest  our  way ; 
 Be  thou  to  us  a  friend  indeed, 
 
 Xor  let  us  from  thy  precepts  stray. 
 
 2  From  wayward  paths  our  feet  restore, 
 And  keep  our  tongues  from  speaking  guile ; 
 
 And  oh,  preserve  us  evermore 
 From  sin's  seducing,  luring  smile. 
 
 3  Our  youthful  hearts  with  grace  inspire  ; 
 To  thee  our  every  power  incline ; 
 
 And  may  the  pure  celestial  fire, 
 Within  our  bosoms  ever  shine. 
 
 4  Oh  let  the  morning  of  our  days 
 To  thee,  and  thee  alone,  be  given  ; 
 
 Increase  our  love,  approve  our  ways, 
 
 And  guide  us  safelv  into  heaven.  * 
 
 790 
 
EARLY    PIETY.  [1205,  1206. 
 
 1 0  A  ^  "'  ""  Arlington. 
 
 JL/JvO.  Seek  the  Saviour  early. 
 
 "X7E  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 
 1    In  smiling  crowds  draw  near ; 
 And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
 A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 
 
 2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 
 Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 
 
 And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
 Your  welfare  to  pursue. 
 
 3  "  The  soul  who  longs  to  see  my  face, 
 Is  sure  my  love  to  gain  ; 
 
 And  those  who  early  seek  my  grace, 
 Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 
 
 4  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 
 If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 
 
 What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
 Like  what  in  Christ  I  see? 
 
 5  Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys, 
 Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
 
 'T  is  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 
 
 And  here  true  bliss  I  find.  Doddridge-. 
 
 1  OAf*  L.  M.  Exhortation. 
 JLrCUO*       Remember  your  Creator. 
 
 VOW,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
 x  ^    Remember  your  Creator,  God  ; 
 Behold!  the  months  come  hast'ning  on, 
 When  you  shall  say — "  My  joys  are  gone." 
 
 2  Behold !  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
 Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
 Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
 With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 
 
 3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again  ; 
 The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 
 Ascends  to  God — not  there  to  dwell, — 
 But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell. 
 
 791 
 
1207,  1208.]  EARLY  PIETY. 
 
 4  Eternal  King !  I  fear  thy  name ; 
 
 Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am ; 
 
 And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
 
 Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love.  Watts. 
 
 1  OAfy  4th  P.  M.  Ganges, 
 1/jUI.              Orphan9 s  Prayer. 
 
 0THOU  !  the  helpless  orphan's  hope, 
 To  whom  alone  my  eyes  look  up, 
 In  each  distressing  day ! 
 Father !  for  that 's  the  sweetest  name 
 That  e'er  these  lips  were  taught  to  frame, 
 Instruct  this  heart  to  pray. 
 
 2  Low  in  the  dust  my  parents  lie, 
 And  no  attentive  ear  is  nigh, 
 
 But  thine,  to  mark  my  woe : 
 No  hand  to  wipe  away  my  tears, 
 No  gentle  voice  to  soothe  my  fears, 
 
 Remains  to  me  below. 
 
 3  And  if  thy  wisdom  should  decree 
 An  early  sepulcher  for  me, 
 
 Father,  thy  will  be  done : 
 On  thy  dear  mercy  I  rely, 
 And  if  I  live,  or  if  I  die, 
 
 Oh  leave  me  not  alone.  * 
 
 1208. 
 
 S.  M.  Elmsfokd. 
 
 Loveliness  of  youthful  Piety. 
 
 SWEET  is  the  time  of  spring, 
 When  nature's  charms  appear ; 
 The  birds  with  ceaseless  pleasure  sing, 
 
 And  hail  the  opening  year ; 
 But  sweeter  far  the  spring 
 
 Of  wisdom  and  of  grace, 
 When  children  bless  and  praise  their  King, 
 Who  loves  the  youthful  race. 
 792 
 
EARLY   TIETY.  [1209. 
 
 2  Sweet  is  the  dawn  of  day, 
 When  light  just  streaks  the  sky; 
 
 When  shades  and  darkness  pass  away, 
 
 And  morning's  beams  are  nigh; 
 But  sweeter  far  the  dawn 
 
 Of  piety  in  youth  ; 
 When  doubt  and  darkness  are  withdrawn 
 
 Before  the  light  of  truth. 
 
 3  Sweet  is  the  early  dew, 
 Which  gilds  the  mountain  tops, 
 
 And  decks  each  plant  and  flower  we  view 
 
 With  pearly,  glitt'ring  drops 
 But  sweeter  far  the  scene 
 
 On  Zion's  holy  hill, 
 When  there  the  dew  of  youth  is  seen, 
 
 Its  freshness  to  distill.  Beecher's  Coll. 
 
 1  1AA  ^  ^'  "  "St  Hexdox. 
 x.^*\j*J9     Children  may  pray  to  God, 
 
 POOR  and  needy  though  I  be, 
 God  my  Maker  cares  for  me ; 
 Gives  me  clothing,  shelter,  food, 
 Gives  me  all  I  have  of  good. 
 
 2  He  will  listen  when  I  pray, 
 He  is  with  me  night  and  day ; 
 When  I  sleep  and  when  I  wake. 
 Keeps  me  safe  for  Jesus'  sake. 
 
 3  He  who  reigns  above  the  sky 
 Once  became  as  poor  as  I;    - 
 He  whose  blood  for  me  was  shed, 
 Had  not  where  to  lay  his  head ! 
 
 4  Though  I  labor  here  awhile, 
 He  will  bless  me  with  his  smile ; 
 And  when  this  short  life  is  past, 
 
 I  shall  rest  with  him  at  last.  Malan. 
 
 2 1  793 
 
1210,  1211.]  EARLY   PIETY. 
 
 1 01  n       R  M* lls  &  10s'  Chil'  Hos,,  17# 
 
 JL/vXU.   Come j  youthful  Pilgrims,  come. 
 
 COME,  youthful  pilgrims,  come,  haste  to  the  Saviour, 
 Come,  ye  young  wanderers,  cling  to  his  side, 
 Kneel  at  his  mercy-seat,  sue  for  his  favor, 
 
 Lambs  of  his  bosom,  for  whom  he  hath  died. 
 Chorus  :  Kneel  at  his  mercy-seat,  sue  for  his  favor, 
 
 Lambs  of  his  bosom,  for  whom  he  hath  died. 
 2  Here  see  the  bread  of  Life ;  see  waters  flowing 
 
 Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above ; 
 Come  to  the  feast  of  love,  come,  ever  knowing 
 
 Earth  has  no  sorrows,  but  heaven  can  remove. 
 8  Father  in  heaven,  hear,  we  bow  before  thee, 
 
 Look  down  in  mercy,  lend  a  list'ning  ear ; 
 Pardon  we  humbly  ask,  while  we  adore  thee, 
 
 Wilt  thou  not  listen  and  answer  our  prayer  ?         * 
 
 m5th  P.  M.  7s.     Sweet  Singer,  123. 
 #  My  Shepherd. 
 
 TO  thy  pastures  green  and  fair, 
 Saviour,  let  thy  child  repair ; 
 
 1  will  never  stray  from  thee, 
 But  thy  fold  my  home  shall  be. 
 Chorus  :  I  will  never  stray  from  thee, 
 
 But  thy  fold  my  home  shall  be, 
 I  '11  never,  never  stray  from  thee, 
 But  thy  fold  my  home  shall  be. 
 
 2  Like  a  gentle  lamb,  I  '11  stay 
 In  the  meadows  fresh  and  gay ; 
 Peaceful  and  contented  there, 
 Guarded  by  my  Shepherd's  care. 
 
 3  By  the  waters  still  and  clear 
 I  shall  wander  without  fear ; 
 Happy  by  my  Shepherd's  side, 
 All  my  wants  shall  be  supplied. 
 
 4  Lord,  wilt  thou  my  Shepherd  be  ? 
 Help  me  then  to  follow  thee ; 
 
 At  thy  feet  myself  I  cast, 
 
 Thee  to  serve  while  life  shall  last.  * 
 
 794 
 
EARLY   PIETY.  [1212,  1213. 
 
 1  Ol  O  ^  ^'      Happy  Voices,  11. 
 ±  rC  JL  bJ .           Ch  ildren  in  Ilea,  vcn . 
 
 AEOUXD  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven, 
 Thousands  of  children  stand ; 
 Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
 A  holy,  happy  band. 
 
 Chorus  :  Singing  glory,  glory. 
 
 Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 
 
 2  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white, 
 See  every  one  arrayed  ; 
 
 Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 
 And  joys  that  never  fade. 
 
 3  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above  ? 
 That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 
 
 Where  all  is  peace  and  joy  and  love — 
 How  came  those  children  there  ? 
 
 4  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood, 
 To  wash  away  their  sin  ; 
 
 Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
 Behold  them  white  and  clean  ! 
 
 5  On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 
 On  earth  they  loved  his  name ; 
 
 So  now  they  sec  his  blessed  face, 
 
 And  stand  before  the  Lamb.  * 
 
 ~|  Q1  Q  CM.  Balerma. 
 
 JL/vjLO,  Children's  Prayer. 
 
 OLORD,  our  God,  thy  light  and  truth 
 To  us  thy  children  send, 
 That  we  may  serve  thee  in  our  youth, 
 And  love  thee  to  the  end. 
 
 2  By  nature  sinful,  weak,  and  blind, 
 
 The  downward  path  we  trod, 
 Our  wandering  heart  and  wayward  mind 
 
 Were  enemies  to  God. 
 
 795 
 
1214,  1215.]  EARLY  PIETY. 
 
 3  But  friends  and  guardians  now,  thro'  grace, 
 Our  heedless  steps  restrain ; 
 
 They  teach  us,  Lord,  to  seek  thy  face, 
 Which  none  shall  seek  in  vain. 
 
 4  Hence  to  the  hills  we  lift  our  eyes, 
 From  which  salvation  springs ; 
 
 0  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
 With  healing  in  thy  wings. 
 
 1214. 
 
 L.  M.  Forest. 
 
 Death  approaches. 
 
 THERE  is  an  hour  when  I  must  die, 
 Nor  do  I  know  how  soon  't  will  come, 
 A  thousand  children,  young  as  I, 
 
 Are  called  by  death  to  hear  their  doom. 
 
 2  Let  me  improve  the  hours  I  have, 
 Before  the  day  of  grace  is  fled ; 
 
 There 's  no  repentance  in  the  grave, 
 Nor  pardon  offered  to  the  dead. 
 
 121 
 
 P.  M.  German. 
 
 0.  Be  shall  feed  his  Flock  as  a  Shepherd. 
 
 I  AM  Jesus'  little  lamb ; 
 Therefore  glad  and  gay  I  am ; 
 Jesus  loves  me,  Jesus  knows  me, 
 All  that's  good  and  fair  he  shows  me, 
 Tends  me  every  day  the  same, 
 Even  calls  me  by  my  name. 
 
 2  Out  and  in  I  safely  go, 
 Want  or  hunger  never  know ; 
 Soft  green  pastures  he  discloseth, 
 Where  his  happy  flock  reposeth ; 
 When  I  faint  or  thirsty  be, 
 To  the  brook  he  leadeth  me. 
 796 
 
EARLY   PIETY.  [1216,  1217. 
 
 3  Should  not  I  be  glad  and  gay, 
 
 In  this  blessed  fold  all  day, 
 
 By  this  Holy  Shepherd  tended, 
 
 Whose  kind  arms,  when  life  is  ended, 
 
 Bear  me  to  the  world  of  light  ? 
 
 Yes !  oh,  yes,  my  lot  is  bright !  * 
 
 -1  r\-\  ft         P.  M.  6s  &  5s.     Calvary's  Mount. 
 
 1  ^lb.  Tlie  Lord's  Prayer. 
 
 OUR  Father  in  heaven, 
 We  hallow  thy  name ! 
 May  thy  kingdom  holy 
 
 On  earth  be  the  same ! 
 Oh,  give  to  us  daily 
 
 Our  portion  of  bread ; 
 It  is  from  thy  bounty 
 That  all  must  be  fed. 
 
 2  Forgive  our  transgressions, 
 And  teach  us  to  know 
 
 That  humble  compassion 
 
 That  pardons  each  foe  ; 
 Keep  us  from  temptation, 
 
 From  weakness  and  sin ; 
 And  thine  be  the  glory 
 
 Forever,  Amen !  * 
 
 1211 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.  Billings. 
 
 A  Child's  Prayer. 
 
 GENTLE  Jesus,  meek  and  mild, 
 Look  upon  a  little  child ; 
 Pity  my  simplicity, 
 Suffer  me  to  come  to  thee. 
 
 2  Fain  I  would  to  thee  be  brought ; 
 Gracious  God,  forbid  it  not : 
 In  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace 
 Give  a  little  child  a  place. 
 
 797 
 
1218,  1219.]  EARLY   PIETY. 
 
 3  Oh,  supply  my  every  want, 
 
 Feed  the  young  and  tender  plant ; 
 
 Day  and  night  my  keeper  be, 
 
 Every  moment  watch  round  me.  * 
 
 mQ  C.  M.  Peterboro'. 
 
 0,    Remember  thy  Creator  now. 
 
 REMEMBER  thy  Creator  now, 
 In  these  thy  youthful  days ; 
 He  will  accept  thine  earliest  vow; 
 He  loves  thine  earliest  praise. 
 
 2  Eemember  thy  Creator  now, 
 Seek  him  while  he  is  near ; 
 
 For  evil  days  will  come,  when  thou 
 Shalt  find  no  comfort  here. 
 
 3  Eemember  thy  Creator  now, 
 His  willing  servant  be ; 
 
 Then,  when  thy  head  in  death  shall  bow, 
 He  will  remember  thee. 
 
 4  Almighty  God,  our  hearts  incline 
 Thy  heavenly  voice  to  hear ; 
 
 Let  all  our  future  days  be  thine, 
 
 Devoted  to  thy  fear.  * 
 
 Iq-j  r\  C.  M.  Silo  am. 
 
 ,^Uo  In  thy  Youth. 
 
 IX  the  soft  season  of  thy  youth, 
 In  nature's  smiling  bloom, 
 Ere  age  arrives,  and  trembling  waits 
 Its  summons  to  the  tomb, — 
 
 2  Eemember  thy  Creator,  God ; 
 For  him  thy  powers  employ  : 
 
 Make  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  hope, 
 Thy  confidence  and  joy. 
 
 3  He  shall  defend  and  guide  thy  course 
 Through  life's  uncertain  sea, 
 
 Till  thou  art  landed  on  the  shores 
 Of  blest  eternity. 
 
 798 
 
MATRIMONIAL.  [1220. 
 
 4  Then  seek  the  Lord  betimes,  and  choose 
 
 The  ways  of  heavenly  truth ; 
 The  earth  affords  no  lovelier  sight 
 
 Than  a  religious  youth.  Gibbons. 
 
 Matrimonial. 
 
 1220. 
 
 9th  P.  M.  8s  &  7s.  Oxcken. 
 
 Christ's  Presence  supplicated. 
 
 C10ME,  thou  condescending  Jesus! 
 /  Thou  hast  blest  a  marriage  feast : 
 Come,  and  with  thy  presence  bless  us, 
 Deign  to  be  an  honored  guest. 
 
 2  Once  at  Cana's  happy  village, 
 Thou  didst  heavenly  joy  impart ; 
 
 Though  unseen,  may  thy  blest  image 
 Be  inscribed  on  every  heart. 
 
 3  Lord,  we  come  to  ask  thy  blessing 
 On  the  happy  pair  to  rest ; 
 
 May  thy  goodness,  never  ceasing, 
 Make  them  now  and  ever  blest. 
 
 4  Thou  canst  change  the  course  of  nature, 
 Turning  water  into  wine ; 
 
 But  we  ask  a  greater  favor — 
 May  they  be  forever  thine. 
 
 5  Thine  by  covenant  and  adoption, 
 Thine  by  free  and  sovereign  grace ; 
 
 May  they,  in  each  word  and  action, 
 Do  thy  will  and  speak  thy  praise. 
 
 6  Through  this  life's  tempestuous  ocean, 
 Storms  are  thick,  and  dangers  nigh ; 
 
 Oh  may  constant  pure  devotion 
 Guide  them  safe  to  realms  on  high. 
 799 
 
1221,  1222.]  MATRIMONIAL. 
 
 -j  OQ1  CM.  Peterboro\ 
 
 X  hj  hJ  jl  •        Bless  the  nuptial  Bands. 
 
 SIXCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
 To  grace  a  marriage  feast, 
 O  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  here, 
 To  make  a  wedding  guest. 
 
 2  Upon  the  wedded  pair  look  down, 
 Who  now  have  plighted  hands : 
 
 Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown, 
 And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 
 
 3  In  purest  love  these  souls  unite, 
 That  they,  with  Christian  care, 
 
 May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 
 By  taking  mutual  share. 
 
 4  And  when  that  solemn  hour  shall  come, 
 And  life's  short  space  be  o'er, 
 
 May  they  in  triumph  reach  that  home, 
 
 Where  they  shall  part  no  more.  * 
 
 1 000  C.  M.  Ortonville. 
 
 jLhJ  hi  Him      In  good  and  evil  Report. 
 
 "VTOT  for  the  summer  hour  alone, 
 1A    When  skies  resplendent  shine, 
 And  youth  and  pleasure  fill  the  throne, 
 Our  hearts  and  hands  we  join ; 
 
 2  But  for  those  stern  and  wintry  days 
 Of  sorrow,  pain,  and  fear, 
 
 When  heaven's  wise  discipline  doth  make 
 Our  earthly  journey  drear. 
 
 3  Not  for  this  span  of  life  alone, 
 Which  like  a  blast  doth  fly, 
 
 And,  as  the  transient  flowers  of  grace, 
 Just  blossom,  droop  and  die. 
 
 4  But  for  a  being  without  end 
 This  vow  of  love  we  take ; 
 
 Grant  us,  0  Lord,  one  home  at  last, 
 
 For  thy  great  mercy's  sake!  Sigourney, 
 
 800 
 
1223. 
 
 FREEDOM.  [1223,  1224. 
 
 5th  P.  Ml  7s.  Nuremberg. 
 
 For  a  Blearing  on  the  Union. 
 
 FATHER  of  the  human  race, 
 Sanction  with  thy  heavenly  grace 
 What  on  earth  hath  now  been  done, 
 That  these  twain  be  truly  one. 
 
 2  One  in  sickness  and  in  health, 
 One  in  poverty  and  wealth, 
 And  as  year  rolls  after  year, 
 Each  to  other  still  more  dear. 
 
 3  One  in  purpose,  one  in  heart, 
 Till  the  mortal  stroke  shall  part ; 
 One  in  cheerful  piety, 
 
 One  forever,  Lord,  with  Thee.  Colly er. 
 
 NATIONAL  AND   PATRIOTIC. 
 
 Freedom. 
 
 C.  M.  Ortoxyille. 
 
 Oppression  shall  cease. 
 
 OPPRESSION  shall  not  always  reign, 
 There  comes  a  brighter  day, 
 AVhen  freedom,  burst  from  every  chain, 
 Shall  have  triumphant  sway. 
 
 2  Then  right  shall  over  might  prevail, 
 And  truth,  in  full  array, 
 
 The  hosts  of  tyrant  wrong  assail, 
 And  hold  eternal  sway. 
 
 3  The  hour  of  triumph  comes  apace, 
 The  fated,  promised  hour, 
 
 When  earth  upon  a  ransomed  race 
 Her  bounteous  gifts  shall  shower. 
 2  12  801 
 
1225,  1226.]  FREEDOM. 
 
 4  Ring,  Liberty,  thy  glorious  bell, 
 
 On  high  thy  banner  tower, 
 Let  trump  on  trump  the  triumph  swell, 
 
 Of  heaven's  redeeming  power.  JET.  Ware, 
 
 1 0OK  29th  P*  M*  12s#  Scotland. 
 
 jLhJhJZj.    May  Freedom  speed  omcard. 
 
 MAY  freedom  speed  onward,  wherever  the  blood 
 Of  the  wronged  and  the  guiltless  is  crying  to  God ; 
 Wherever  from  kindred,  torn  rudely  apart, 
 Comes  the  sorrowful  wail  of  the  broken  of  heart. 
 
 2  Wherever  the  shackles  of  tyranny  bind 
 In  silence  and  darkness  the  God-given  mind, 
 There,  Lord,  speed  it  onward  !  the  truth  shall  be  felt, 
 The  bonds  shall  be  loosened,  the  iron  will  melt. 
 
 3  Help  us  turn  from  the  cavil  of  words,  to  unite 
 Once  again  for  the  poor  in  defense  of  the  right, 
 Unappalled  by  the  danger,  the  shame  of  the  pain, 
 And  counting  each  trial  for  truth  as  our  gain. 
 
 Whittier. 
 
 1  00/*  &   —  Georgia. 
 X.hJhJ\).             Equality  of  Men. 
 
 ALL  men  are  equal  in  their  birth, 
 Heirs  of  the  earth  and  skies ; 
 All  men  are  equal,  when  that  earth 
 Fades  from  their  dying  eyes. 
 
 2  All  wait  alike  on  him,  wThose  power 
 Upholds  the  life  he  gave  ; — 
 
 The  sage  within  his  star-lit  tower, — 
 The  savage  in  his  cave. 
 
 3  'T  is  man  alone  who  difference  sees, 
 And  speaks  of  high  and  low ; 
 
 Who  worships  those  and  tramples  these, 
 While  the  same  path  they  go. 
 
 4  Ye  great !  renounce  your  earth-born  pride, 
 Ye  low !  your  shame  and  fear ; 
 
 Live,  as  ye  worship,  side  by  side, 
 
 Your  common  claims  revere.  * 
 
 802 
 
FREEDOM.  [1227,  1228. 
 
 L.  M.  Portugal. 
 
 The  Golden  Bide. 
 
 BLESSED  Redeemer!  how  divine, 
 How  righteous  La  this  rule  of  thine, 
 To  do  to  all  men  just  the  same, 
 As  we  expect  or  wish  from  them. 
 
 2  This  golden  lesson,  short  and  plain, 
 Gives  not  the  mind  or  memory  pain ; 
 And  every  conscience  must  approve 
 This  universal  law  of  love. 
 
 3  How  blest  would  every  nation  be, 
 Thus  ruled  by  love  and  equity ! 
 
 All  would  be  friends  without  a  foe, 
 And  form  a  paradise  below. 
 
 4  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.  * 
 
 1228. 
 
 C.  M.  Ortonville. 
 
 Prayer  for  our  native  Land. 
 
 LORD,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray, 
 Of  every  clime  and  coast, 
 Oh  hear  us  for  our  native  land, — 
 The  land  we  love  the  most. 
 
 2  Oh  guard  our  shores  from  every  foe ; 
 With  peace  our  borders  bless — 
 
 Our  cities  with  prosperity. 
 Our  fields  with  plenteousness. 
 
 3  Unite  us  in  the  sacred  love 
 
 Of  knowledge,  truth,  and  thee ; 
 And  let  our  hills  and  valleys  chant 
 The  songs  of  liberty. 
 
 4  Lord  of  the  nations,  thus  to  thee 
 Our  country  we  commend  ; 
 
 Be  thou  her  refuge  and  her  trust — 
 Her  everlasting  friend. 
 
 803 
 
1229.]  FREEDOM. 
 
 1229. 
 
 19th  P.  fit  6s  &  4s.         America. 
 National  Hymn. 
 
 MY  country !  't  is  of  thee, 
 Sweet  land  of  liberty, 
 Of  thee  I  sing  ; 
 'Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
 Land  of  the  Pilgrims'  pride, 
 From  every  mountain  side 
 Let  Freedom  ring. 
 
 2  My  native  country !  thee, 
 Land  of  the  noble  free, 
 
 Thy  name  I  love ; 
 I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
 Thy  woods  and  templed  hills : 
 My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 
 
 Like  that  above. 
 
 3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
 And  sing  from  all  the  trees 
 
 Sweet  freedom's  song ; 
 Let  mortal  tongues  awrake  ; 
 Let  all  that  breathe  partake  : 
 Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 
 
 The  sound  prolong. 
 
 4  Our  fathers'  God !  to  thee, 
 Author  of  liberty, 
 
 To  thee  we  sing ; 
 Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
 With  freedom's  holy  light : 
 Protect  us  by  thy  might, 
 
 Great  God  our  King !  S.  F.  Smith. 
 
 804 
 
1230. 
 
 peace.  [1230,  1231. 
 
 Peace. 
 
 L.  If.  Orlaxd. 
 
 Thanksgiving  for  national  Peace. 
 
 GREAT  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  skies, 
 A  word  of  thine  almighty  breath 
 Can  sink  the  world,  or  bid  it  rise  : 
 
 Thy  smile  is  life,  thy  frown  is  death. 
 
 2  When  angry  nations  rush  to  arms, 
 And  rage,  and  noise,  and  tumult  reign, 
 
 And  war  resounds  its  dire  alarms, 
 
 And  slaughter  dyes  the  hostile  plain, — 
 
 3  Thy  sovereign  eye  looks  calmly  down, 
 
 And  marks  their  course,  and  bounds  their  power; 
 Thy  law  the  angry  nations  own, 
 
 And  noise  and  war  are  heard  no  more. 
 
 4  Then  peace  returns  with  balmy  wing, 
 Sweet  peace,  with  her  what  blessings  fled ! 
 
 Glad  plenty  laughs,  the  valleys  sing, 
 Reviving  commerce  lifts  her  head. 
 
 5  To  thee  we  pay  our  grateful  songs ; 
 Thy  kind  protection  still  implore  : 
 
 Oh  may  our  hearts,  and  lives,  and  tongues 
 
 Confess  thy  goodness,  and  adore.  * 
 
 1  OOI  B'  M*    BuRLIXGTOX>  p-  c->  323- 
 
 JLrCOj-*  Return  of  Peace. 
 
 HUSH  the  loud  cannon's  roar, 
 The  frantic  warrior's  call ! 
 Why  should  the  earth  be  drenched  with  gore  ? 
 Are  we  not  brothers  all  ? 
 
 2  Want,  from  the  wretch  depart ! 
 Chains,  from  the  captive  fall ! 
 
 Sweet  mercy,  melt  th'  oppressor's  heart ! 
 Sufferers  are  brothers  all. 
 805 
 
1232,  1233.]  peace. 
 
 3  Churches  and  sects,  strike  down 
 Each  mean  partition  wall ! 
 
 Let  love  each  harsher  feeling  drown ; 
 Christians  are  brothers  all. 
 
 4  Let  love  and  truth  alone 
 Hold  human  hearts  in  thrall ; 
 
 That  Heaven  its  work  at  length  may  own, 
 
 And  men  be  brothers  all.  * 
 
 1 OQO  k-  M*  Portugal. 
 
 JL  tCO  hJ%  God  of  our  Fathers. 
 
 OGOD,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 
 Oilr  exiled  fathers  crossed  the  sea ; 
 And  when  they  trod  the  wintry  strand, 
 
 With  prayer  and  psalm  they  worshiped  thee. 
 
 2  Thou  heard'st,  well  pleased,  the  song,  the  prayer — 
 Thy  blessing  came ;  and  still  its  power 
 
 Shall  onward  through  all  ages  bear 
 The  memory  of  that  holy  hour. 
 
 3  What  change ;  through  pathless  wilds  no  more 
 The  fierce  and  naked  savage  roams; 
 
 Sweet  praise,  along  the  cultured  shore, 
 Breaks  from  ten  thousand  happy  homes. 
 
 4  Laws,  freedom,  truth,  and  faith  in  God 
 Came  with  those  exiles  o'er  the  waves, 
 
 And  where  their  pilgrim  feet  have  trod, 
 The  God  they  trusted  guards  their  graves. 
 
 5  And  here  thy  name,  O  God  of  love, 
 
 Their  children's  children  shall  adore, 
 Till  these  eternal  hills  remove, 
 
 And  spring  adorns  the  earth  no  more.     L.  Bacon. 
 
 5th  P.  ML  7a.  Henbok. 
 
 >0.  Peace!     Peace! 
 
 PEACE  !  the  welcome  sound  proclaim ; 
 Dwell  with  rapture  on  the  theme ; 
 Loud,  still  louder  swell  the  strain, 
 Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men. 
 806 
 
peace.  [1234, 1235. 
 
 2  Breezes,  whisp'ring  soft  and  low, 
 Gently  murmur  as  ye  Mow ; 
 
 Breathe  the  tweet,  ccle-tial  strain, 
 Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men. 
 
 3  Ocean's  billows,  far  and  wide, 
 Boiling  in  majestic  pride. 
 
 Loud,  still  louder  swell  the  strain, 
 Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men. 
 
 4  Christians,  who  these  blessings  feel, 
 And  in  adoration  kneel, 
 
 Loud,  still  louder  swell  the  strain, 
 
 Praise  to  God,  good  will  to  men.  * 
 
 i^jQ  j  L.  M.  Dresden. 
 
 1  /CO-i.  "Peace  !  "—"  War!" 
 
 "  T)EACE,"  was  the  song  the  angels  sung, 
 
 JL    When  Jesus  sought  this  vale  of  tears, 
 And  sweet  that  heavenly  prelude  rung, 
 
 To  calm  the  watchful  shepherds'  fears : 
 "War,    is  the  word  that  man  hath  spoke, 
 
 Convulsed  by  passion  dark  and  dread ; 
 And  pride  enforced  a  lawless  yoke, 
 
 E'en  while  the  gospel's  banner  spread. 
 
 2  " Peace"  was  the  prayer  the  Saviour  breathed, 
 When  from  our  world  his  steps  withdrew ; 
 
 The  gift  he  to  his  friends  bequeathed, 
 With  Calvary  and  the  cross  in  view : — 
 
 Bedeemer !  with  adoring  love, 
 Our  spirits  take  thy  rich  bequest, 
 
 The  watchword  of  the  host  above, 
 
 The  passport  to  their  realms  of  rest.  * 
 
 1  Q  O  ^  CM.  Peterboro\ 
 
 JL  /CO09  Thanks  for  Peace. 
 
 IN  thee,  great  God !  with  songs  of  praise, 
 Our  favored  realms  rejoice ; 
 And,  blest  with  thy  salvation,  raise 
 To  heaven  their  cheerful  voice. 
 807 
 
1236.]  THANKSGIVING. 
 
 2  In  deep  distress,  our  injured  land 
 Implored  thy  power  to  save  ; 
 
 For  life  we  prayed — thy  bounteous  hand 
 The  timely  blessing  gave. 
 
 3  On  thee,  in  want,  in  woe,  or  pain, 
 Our  hearts  alone  rely  ; 
 
 Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain •, 
 And  all  our  wants  supply. 
 
 4  Thus,  Lord  !  thy  wondrous  power  declare, 
 And  still  exalt  thy  frame  ; 
 
 While  we  glad  songs  of  praise  prepare 
 For  thine  Almighty  name. 
 
 Thanksgiving. 
 
 1236. 
 
 L.  M.  Duke  Street. 
 
 God ,  the  Nation's  Guardian. 
 
 GREAT  God !  beneath  whose  piercing  eye 
 The  earth's  extended  kingdoms  lie  ; 
 Whose  favoring  smile  upholds  them  all, 
 Whose  anger  smites  them,  and  they  fall ; — 
 
 2  We  bow  before  thy  heavenly  throne  ; 
 Thy  power  we  see — thy  greatness  own  ; 
 Yet,  cherished  by  thy  milder  voice, 
 Our  bosoms  tremble  and  rejoice. 
 
 3  Thy  kindness  to  our  fathers  shown 
 Their  children's  children  long  shall  own ; 
 To  thee,  with  grateful  hearts,  shall  raise 
 The  tribute  of  exulting  praise. 
 
 4  Led  on  by  thine  unerring  aid, 
 Secure  the  paths  of  life  we  tread ; 
 And,  freely  as  the  vital  air, 
 
 Thy  first  and  noblest  bounties  share. 
 808 
 
THANKSGIVING.  [1237,  1238. 
 
 5  Great  God,  our  guardian,  guide,  and  friend! 
 
 Oh  still  thy  sheltering  arm  extend ; 
 
 Preserved  by  thee  for  aires  past, 
 
 For  ages  let  thy  kindness  last !  * 
 
 1  OO'T  —  **•  ^*   ^S*  ESTES. 
 
 X/wO  1  •  Raise  the  Song! 
 
 SWELL  the  anthem,  raise  the  song ; 
 Praises  to  our  God  belong ; 
 Saints  and  angels,  join  to  sing 
 Praises  to  the  heavenly  King. 
 
 2  Blessings  from  his  liberal  hand 
 Flow  around  this  happy  land ; 
 Kept  by  him,  no  foes  annoy ; 
 Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 
 
 3  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway, 
 May  we  cheerfully  obey, 
 
 Never  feel  oppressions  rod, 
 Ever  own  and  worship  God. 
 
 4  Hark !  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
 Praises  to  the  King  of  kings ; 
 Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
 
 And  the  grateful  notes  prolong.  Sac.  Lyrics. 
 
 lOOO  CM.  NORTHFIELD 
 
 X/COO.  National  Deliverance  ascribed  to  God. 
 
 OLORD,  our  fathers  oft  have  told, 
 In  our  attentive  ears, 
 Thy  wonders  in  their  days  performed, 
 And  in  more  ancient  years. 
 
 2  'T  was  not  their  courage,  or  their  sword, 
 To  them  salvation  gave  ; 
 
 'T  was  not  their  number,  or  their  strength, 
 That  did  their  country  save. 
 
 3  But  thy  right  hand,  thy  powerful  arm, 
 Whose  succor  they  implored, — 
 
 Thy  providence  protected  them, 
 Who  thy  great  name  adored. 
 809 
 
1239,  1240.]  THANKSGIVING. 
 
 4  As  thee  their  God  our  fathers  owned, 
 So  thou  art  still  our  King ; 
 
 Oh,  therefore,  as  thou  didst  to  them 
 To  us  deliverance  bring. 
 
 5  To  thee  the  glory  we  ascribe, 
 From  whom  salvation  came ; 
 
 In  God,  our  shield,  we  will  rejoice, 
 
 And  ever  bless  thy  name.  Tate  &  Brady. 
 
 100Q  c-  M-  °HI°- 
 
 JLtCzJt) •      God's  bountiful  Goodness. 
 
 FOUNTAIN  of  mercy,  God  of  love, 
 How  rich  thy  bounties  are ! 
 The  rolling  seasons,  as  they  move, 
 Proclaim  thy  constant  care. 
 
 2  When  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth, 
 The  sower  hid  the  grain, 
 
 Thy  goodness  marked  its  secret  birth, 
 And  sent  the  early  rain. 
 
 3  The  spring's  sweet  influence,  Lord,  was  thine ; 
 The  plants  in  beauty  grew ; 
 
 Thou  gav'st  refulgent  suns  to  shine, 
 And  gav'st  refreshing  dew. 
 
 4  These  various  mercies  from  above 
 Matured  the  swelling  grain  ; 
 
 A  kindly  harvest  crowns  thy  love, 
 
 And  plenty  fills  the  plain.  * 
 
 -|  D  |  A  k.  M.  Upton. 
 
 J./v-±U»        To  the  God  of  Nations. 
 
 GREAT  God  of  nations,  now  to  thee 
 Our  hymn  of  gratitude  we  raise — 
 With  humble  heart  and  bending  knee, 
 We  offer  thee  our  song  of  praise. 
 
 2  Thy  name  we  bless,  almighty  God, 
 
 For  all  the  kindness  thou  hast  shown 
 To  this  fair  land  the  pilgrims  trod, 
 
 This  land  we  fondly  call  our  own. 
 810 
 
THANKSGIVING.  [1241. 
 
 3  Here  Freedom  spreads  her  banner  wide, 
 And  casts  her  soft  and  hallowed  ray, — 
 
 Here  thou  our  fathers'  steps  didst  guide 
 In  safety  through  their  dangerous  way. 
 
 4  We  praise  thee,  that  the  gospel's  light 
 Through  all  our  land  its  radiance  sheds ; 
 
 Dispels  the  shades  of  error's  night, 
 
 And  heavenly  blessings  round  us  spreads. 
 
 5  Great  God !  preserve  us  in  thy  fear ; 
 In  dangers  still  our  guardian  be ; 
 
 Oh  spread  thy  truth's  bright  precepts  here, 
 
 Let  all  the  people  worship  thee.  * 
 
 1241. 
 
 5th  P.  M.  7s.  Hexdon. 
 
 Hymn  of  Praise. 
 
 PRAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
 For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ! 
 Bounteous  source  of  every  joy, 
 Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 
 
 2  For  the  blessings  of  the  field, 
 For  the  stores  the  gardens  yield : 
 For  the  vine's  exalted  juice, 
 For  the  generous  olive's  use ; 
 
 3  Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain ; 
 Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain ; 
 Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews ; 
 Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffuse  : 
 
 4  All  that  Spring  with  bounteous  hand 
 Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land ; 
 
 All  that  liberal  Autumn  pours 
 From  her  rich  o'erflowing  stores : 
 
 5  These  to  thee,  my  God,  we  owe, 
 Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow : 
 And  for  these  my  soul  shall  raise 
 Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 
 
 811 
 
1242.]  TEMPERANCE. 
 
 6  Yet,  should  rising  whirlwinds  tear 
 From  its  stern  the  ripening  ear  : 
 Should  the  fig-tree's  blasted  shoot 
 Drop  her  green  untimely  fruit  ; 
 
 7  Should  the  vine  put  forth  no  more, 
 Nor  the  olive  yield  her  store  : 
 Though  the  sickening  flock  should  fall, 
 And  the  herds  desert  the  stall ; 
 
 8  Should  thine  altered  hand  restrain 
 Th'  early  and  the  latter  rain ; 
 Blast  each  opening  bud  of  joy, 
 And  the  rising  year  destroy : 
 
 9  Yet  to  thee  my  soul  should  raise 
 Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise  ; 
 And,  when  every  blessing  'a  flown, 
 
 Love  thee  for  thyself  alone !  3frs.  Barbauld. 
 
 Temperance. 
 
 1242 
 
 P.  M.     Say  Brothers,  &c. 
 Temperance  Hymn. 
 
 UNDER  the  banner  of  Temperance  we  meet, 
 Glorying  over  King  Alcohol's  defeat : 
 Cheerfully — cordially — our  brethren  we  greet, 
 In  this,  our  glorious  cause. 
 
 Chorus  :  Hail !  the  Temp'rance  Reformation 
 Seeks  to  renovate  the  nation, 
 And  to  save  from  degradation: 
 This  is  a  glorious  cause. 
 
 2  Firmly  and  nobly,  our  banner  we  '11  sustain, 
 True  to  our  pledges,  our  honor  we'll  maintain, 
 And,  from  the  poison,  we  ever  will  abstain: 
 This  is  a  glorious  cause. 
 812 
 
TEMPERANCE.  [1243. 
 
 3  We've  seen  the  drunkard  in  garments  soiled  and  worn, 
 We've  heard  his  wife  and  his  children  sadly  mourn; 
 But  from  destruction  the  drunkard  has  been  torn; 
 
 This  is  a  glorious  cause. 
 
 4  Then  lift  the  banner  of  Temperance  on  high, 
 Wave  it  in  majesty  all  along  the  sky; 
 Temp"rance  and  Victory,  be  our  rallying  cry; 
 
 This  is  a  glorious  cause. 
 
 5  Come,  friends  and  neighbors,  and  sign  the  pledge  to-night, 
 With  friends  of  Temp' ranee  your  influence  unite, 
 
 Flock  to  the  standard  of  Temperance  and  Right : 
 This  is  a  glorious  cause. 
 
 6  Pure  cold  water  is  the  beverage  we  prize, 
 Never  gives  madness — nor  redness  to  the  eyes; 
 This  is  the  beverage  chosen  by  the  wise: 
 
 This  is  a  glorious  cause. 
 
 7  Long  may  the  triumphs  of  Temperance  prevail! 
 Loud  shouts  of  Victory  waft  on  every  gale ! 
 
 Till  we  triumphantly  everywhere  shall  hail 
 
 The  friends  of  this  blest  cause.  A.  W.  Curtis. 
 
 1243. 
 
 L.  M.  Portugal. 
 
 Ha il  Tempera n ce  ! 
 
 HAIL,  Temperance,  fair  celestial  ray ! 
 Bright  herald  of  a  new-born  day ! 
 Long  did  we  need  thy  cheering  light 
 To  chase  away  our  darksome  night. 
 
 2  Deep  and  appalling  was  the  gloom — 
 *T  was  like  the  darkness  of  the  tomb — 
 When  first  our  mnch-delighted  eyes 
 Beheld  thy  beauteous  beams  arise. 
 
 3  T  was  God  in  mercy  bade  thee  rise ; 
 We  hail  thee  as  a  boon  divine ; 
 
 And  now  in  grateful  strains  would  raise 
 Our  voices  in  his  matchless  praise. 
 813 
 
1244,  1245.]  TEMPERANCE. 
 
 4  Eternal  Lord  !  we  own  thy  grace 
 
 In  all  that  aids  our  guilty  race ; 
 
 Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
 
 And  fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  love.  * 
 
 -j  Q  A  '  1  CM.  Dedham. 
 
 X/Wtc^.      Intemperance  deprecated. 
 
 TNTEMPERANCE,  like  a  raging  flood, 
 J_  Is  sweeping  o'er  the  land ; 
 Its  dire  effects,  in  tears  and  blood, 
 Are  traced  on  every  hand. 
 
 2  It  still  flows  on,  and  bears  away 
 Ten  thousands  to  their  doom : 
 
 Who  shall  the  mighty  torrent  stay, 
 And  disappoint  the  tomb  ? 
 
 3  Almighty  God !  no  hand  but  thine 
 Can  check  this  flowing  tide ; 
 
 Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  power  divine, 
 And  bid  the  flood  subside. 
 
 4  Dry  up  the  source  from  whence  it  flows, 
 Destroy  its  fountain  head  ; 
 
 That  dire  Intemperance  and  it  woes 
 
 No  more  the  earth  o'erspread.  * 
 
 1  O  A  K         8th  P.  M.  8s,  7s  &  4s.         Angola. 
 ±/C~tfJ«  Round  the  Temperance  Standard. 
 
 ROUND  the  Temperance  standard  rally, 
 All  the  friends  of  human  kind ; 
 Snatch  the  devotees  of  folly, 
 Wretched,  perishing,  and  blind : 
 
 Loudly  tell  them 
 How  they  comfort  now  may  find. 
 
 2  Bear  the  blissful  tidings  onward, 
 Bear  them  all  the  world  around ; 
 
 Let  the  myriads  thronging  downward, 
 Hear  the  sweet  and  blissful  sound, 
 
 And,  obeying, 
 In  the  paths  of  peace  be  found. 
 814 
 
TEMPERANCE.  [1240,  1247. 
 
 3  Plant  the  Temperance  standard  firmly ; 
 Round  it  live  and  round  it  die ; 
 
 Young  and  old,  defend  it  sternly, 
 Till  we  gain  the  victory, 
 
 And  all  nations 
 Hail  the  happy  Jubilee. 
 
 4  Now  unto  the  Lamb  forever, 
 Fountain  of  all  light  and  love, 
 
 Let  the  glory  now  and  ever 
 Be  ascribed  to  him  above, 
 
 Whose  compassion 
 Did  the  friends  of  Temperance  move.  * 
 
 iQ  j/^  C.  M.  Ortoxville. 
 
 JL  rC~xO#  Thanks  for  Success. 
 
 OX  this  glad  day,  0  God,  we  would, 
 Through  thy  beloved  Son, 
 Acknowledge  thee  for  all  the  good 
 That  Temperance  has  done. 
 
 2  We  thank  thee  for  the  thousands  saved 
 From  soul-seducing  drink, 
 
 Who  by  its  power  were  long  enslaved, 
 And  cast  on  ruin's  brink. 
 
 3  Oh  let  thy  Holy  Spirit  dwell 
 Where  vice  too  long  has  reigned ; 
 
 For  where  thy  mercy  breaks  the  spell 
 
 The  victory  is  gained.  * 
 
 -j  q  i  ry  S.  M.  Boylston. 
 
 _L^tL  I  •  Mourn  for  the  Slain. 
 
 MOUEX  for  the  thousands  slain, 
 The  youthful  and  the  strong ; 
 Mourn  for  the  wine-cup's  fearful  reign, 
 And  the  deluded  throng. 
 
 2  Mourn  for  the  tarnished  gem — 
 
 For  reason's  light  divine, 
 Quenched  from  the  soul's  bright  diadem, 
 
 Where  God  had  bid  it  shine. 
 815 
 
1248, 1249.]  fast. 
 
 3  Mourn  for  the  ruined  soul — ■ 
 Eternal  life  and  light 
 
 Lost  by  the  fiery,  maddening  bowl, 
 And  turned  to  hopeless  night. 
 
 4  Mourn  for  the  lost — but  call, 
 Call  to  the  strong,  the  free ; 
 
 Eouse  them  to  shun  that  dreadful  fall, 
 And  to  the  refuge  flee. 
 
 5  Mourn  for  the  lost — but  pray, 
 Pray  to  our  God  above, 
 
 To  break  the  fell  destroyer's  sway, 
 
 And  show  his  saving  love.  * 
 
 -|  q  i  q  CM.  Peterboro'. 
 
 1:4 dbO.  Pity  the  Drunkard. 
 
 HELP  us  to  feel  for  drunken  man, 
 In  all  his  sin  and  woe ; 
 And  let  our  bright  example  teach 
 The  wav  he  ought  to  go. 
 
 2  Let  not  our  conduct  harden  him ; 
 But  fill  our  souls  with  care, 
 
 To  snatch  him  from  the  pit  of  death, 
 And  break  the  fatal  snare. 
 
 3  Inflamed  with  love  and  holy  zeal, 
 Ne'er  would  we  cease  to  pray, 
 
 And  watch  and  strive,  that  he  may  reach 
 
 The  realms  of  endless  da  v.  * 
 
 1249. 
 
 Fast. 
 
 f  C.  M,  Arlington. 
 
 Intercession. 
 
 YtTHEX  Abraham,  full  of  sacred  awe, 
 ?  T     Before  Jehovah  stood, 
 And.  with  a  humble,  fervent  prayer, 
 For  guilty  Sodom  sued, — 
 816 
 
FAST.  [1250. 
 
 2  With  what  success,  what  wondrous  grace, 
 Was  his  petition  crowned  ! 
 
 The  Lord  would  spare,  if  in  this  place 
 Ten  righteous  men  were  found. 
 
 3  And  could  a  single  pious  soul 
 So  rich  a  boon  obtain  ? 
 
 Great  God,  and  shall  a  nation  cry, 
 And  plead  with  thee  in  vain  ? 
 
 4  Are  not  the  righteous  dear  to  thee 
 Now,  as  in  ancient  times  ? 
 
 Or  does  this  sinful  land  exceed 
 Gomorrah  in  her  crimes  ? 
 
 5  Still  we  are  thine ;  we  bear  thy  name ; 
 Here  vet  is  thine  abode : 
 
 Long  has  thy  presence  blessed  our  land  : 
 
 Forsake  us  not,  0  God !  Rippon. 
 
 1  O  w  A  9th  P*  M*  8s  &  7s'  Disciple. 
 XrCfJvJ.  For  the  Pardon  of  national  Sins. 
 
 DREAD  Jehovah  !  God  of  nations ! 
 From  thy  temple  in  the  slues, 
 Hear  thy  people's  supplications ; 
 Xow  for  their  deliverance  rise. 
 
 2  Lo !  with  deep  contrition  turning, 
 In  thy  holy  place  we  bend ; 
 
 Hear  us,  fasting,  praying,  mourning ; 
 Hear  us,  spare  us,  and  defend. 
 
 3  Though  our  sins,  our  hearts  confounding, 
 Long  and  loud  for  vengeance  call, 
 
 Thou  hast  mercy  more  abounding  ; 
 Jesus'  blood  can  cleanse  them  all. 
 
 4  Let  that  mercy  vail  transgression ; 
 Let  that  blood  our  guilt  efface : 
 
 Save  thy  people  from  oppression ; 
 
 Save  from  spoil  thy  holy  place.  * 
 
 2  K  817 
 
1251.]  FAST. 
 
 1251. 
 
 19th  P.  M.  6s  &  4s.  America 
 
 Is  it  such  a  Fast  that  I  have  chosen  f 
 
 IN  deep  humility, 
 Worshiping  only  Thee, 
 Prostrate  we  fall. 
 And  while  thy  name  we  bless, 
 And  own  thy  righteousness, 
 Lord  in  our  sore  distress^ 
 On  thee  we  call. 
 
 2  Our  sins  we  do  bemoan, 
 Our  fathers  and  our  own, 
 
 We  cloak  no  more. 
 The  hundred  years  of  wrong, 
 We've  nursed  and  made  so  strong, 
 The  sin  we  loved  so  long, 
 
 We  now  deplore. 
 
 3  As  sovereign  on  thy  throne, 
 Vengeance  sits  not  alone, 
 
 To  scourge  our  land. 
 Mercy  comes  nearer  thee, 
 And  on  her  bended  knee, 
 Holds  back,  with  her  strong  plea, 
 Thy  chastening  hand. 
 
 4  Beneath  the  tempest* s  tread, 
 The  bulrush  bows  its  head ; 
 
 But  when  the  blast, 
 That  humbled  it  is  o'er, 
 It  lifts  itself  once  more, 
 As  proudly  as  before 
 
 The  storm  o'erpassed. 
 
 5  So  be  it  not  with  us ! 
 
 But  while  we  bow  down  thus, 
 
 Beneath  thy  frown 
 Let  us  with  penance  meet, 
 Lie  lowly  at  thy  feet, 
 And  ne'er  the  sin  repeat 
 
 That  brought  us  down. 
 818 
 
FAST.  [1252, 1253; 
 
 0.  M.  Coventry. 
 
 kJ/C/m  A  mourning  People. 
 
 SEE,  gracious  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
 Thy  mourning  people  bend! 
 'T  is  on  thy  sovereign  grace  alone, 
 Our  humble  hopes  depend. 
 
 2  Tremendous  judgments,  from  thy  hand, 
 Thy  dreadful  powers  display  ; 
 
 Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
 And  still  we  live  to  pray. 
 
 3  How  changed,  alas !  are  truths  divine, 
 For  error,  guilt  and  shame ! 
 
 What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
 Disgrace  the  Christian  name  I 
 
 4  Oh  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 
 By  thy  redeeming  grace  ; 
 
 Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
 And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 
 
 5  Then  should  insulting  foes  invade, 
 We  shall  not  sink  in  fear, 
 
 Secure  of  never-failing  aid, 
 
 When  God,  our  God,  is  near.  Steele. 
 
 1  O  w  Q  ^'  ^'  Downs. 
 JL/COO*         Impending  Judgment 
 
 CO^IE,  let  our  souls  adore  the  Lord, 
 Whose  judgments  yet  delay ; 
 Who  yet  suspends  the  lifted  sword, 
 Ajid  gives  us  time  to  pray. 
 
 2  And  why,  great  God,  are  we  thus  spared, 
 Ungrateful  as  we  are  ? 
 
 Oh  make  thine  awful  warnings  heard, 
 While  mercy  cries,  —Forbear ! 
 
 3  Oh  turn  us,  turn  us,  blessed  Lord, 
 By  thine  almighty  grace ; 
 
 Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
 And  ever  seek  thy  face. 
 819 
 
125-4.]  FAST. 
 
 4  Hear  thou  our  prayers,  and  grant  us  aid ; 
 
 Bid  wars  forever  cease : 
 Heal  every  breach  that  sin  has  made, 
 
 And  bless  our  land  with  peace. 
 
 S.  M.  Lisbon. 
 
 ./O^Jtt.   Our  Help  cometh  from  the  Lord. 
 
 JESUS,  to  thee  we  fly 
 From  the  devouring  sword ; 
 Our  city  of  defense  is  nigh ; 
 Our  help  is  in  the  Lord. 
 
 2  Or  if  the  scourge  o'erflow, 
 And  laugh  at  innocence, 
 
 Thine  everlasting  arms,  we  know, 
 Shall  be  our  souls'  defense. 
 
 3  We  in  thy  word  believe, 
 And  on  thy  promise  stay  ; 
 
 Our  life,  which  still  to  thee  we  give, 
 Shall  be  to  us  a  prey. 
 
 4  Our  life  with  thee  we  hide 
 Above  the  furious  blast. 
 
 And  sheltered  in  thy  wounds  abide 
 
 Till  all  the  storm  be  past.  * 
 
 320 
 
DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 1255. 
 
 L.  M. 
 
 Old  Hundred. 
 
 PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
 Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
 Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host; 
 Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost.  Ken. 
 
 1256. 
 
 C.  M. 
 
 TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
 Who  sweetly  all  agree 
 To  save  a  world  of  sinners  lost, 
 Eternal  glory  be. 
 
 1251 
 
 S.  M. 
 
 TO  God — the  Father,  Son, 
 And  Spirit,  One  in  Three, 
 Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now 
 And  shall  forever  be. 
 
 1258. 
 
 5th  P.  %  7s. 
 
 SING  we  to  our  God  above, 
 Praise  eternal  as  his  love ; 
 Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host,— 
 Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 
 
 1259. 
 
 19th  P.  M.  6s  &  4s. 
 
 TO  God— the  Father,  Son, 
 And  Spirit — Three  in  One — 
 All  praise  be  given  : 
 Crown  him  in  every  song ; 
 To  him  your  hearts  belong : 
 Let  all  his  praise  prolong, 
 On  earth — in  heaven. 
 
 821 
 
 Ortoxville. 
 
 Watt*. 
 
 Boylston; 
 
 J.  Wesley. 
 Hendon". 
 
 C.  Wesley. 
 America. 
 
1260. 
 
 DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 26th  P.  M.  7s  &  6s.     Mill.  Daw*. 
 
 TO  thee  be  praise  forever, 
 Thou  glorious  King  of  kings : 
 Thy  wondrous  love  and  favor 
 Each  ransomed  spirit  sings : 
 We  '11  celebrate  thy  glory, 
 
 With  all  thy  saints  above, 
 And  shout  the  joyful  story 
 Qf  thy  redeeming  love. 
 
 1261 
 
 9th  P.  M.  Sic.  Hymn. 
 
 PRAISE  the  God  of  our  salvation ; 
 Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love ; 
 Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation  ; 
 
 Praise  the  Spirit  from  above, — 
 Author  of  the  new  creation, — 
 
 Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live; 
 Undivided  adoration 
 
 To  the  one  Jehovah  give.  Conder. 
 
 1 0£0  P'  M*  8s  &  6s*    Car*  Sac*'  223' 
 
 I/OD/V.  Hallelujah  to  the  Triune  God. 
 
 SING— Hallelujah !  praise  the  Lord ! 
 Sing  with  a  cheerful  voice : 
 Exalt  our  God  with  one  accord, 
 
 And  in  his  name  rejoice : 
 Ne'er  cease  to  sing,  thou  ransomed  host, 
 To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
 Till  in  the  realms  of  endless  light 
 Your  praises  shall  unite. 
 
 2  There  we  to  all  eternity 
 
 Shall  join  th'  angelic  lays, 
 And  sing,  in  perfect  harmony, 
 
 To  God  our  Saviour's  praise ; 
 He  hath  redeemed  us  by  his  blood, 
 And  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God : 
 
 For  us — for  us  the  Lamb  was  slain, — 
 
 Praise  ye  the  Lord ! — Amen.  Sweetner. 
 
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INDEX  OF  THE  FIRST  LINES. 
 
 JiUMEER 
 
 Abba,  Father,  hear  thy  child 594 
 
 A  beautiful  land  by  faith  I  see 1117 
 
 Abide  with  us — the  evening  shades 893 
 
 Abraham,  when  severely  tried 730 
 
 According  to  thy  gracious  word 374 
 
 A  charge  to  keep  I  have 630 
 
 Afflictions,  though  they  seem  severe 477 
 
 Again  the  kind  revolving  year 840 
 
 Ah!  but  where  am  I  now 976 
 
 Ah,  well  might  the  raptured  disciple,  &c 920 
 
 Ah  !  whither  should  I  go 458 
 
 Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 178 
 
 Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise 682 
 
 All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 222 
 
 All  men  are  equal  in  their  birth 1226 
 
 All  nature  dies  and  lives  again 1075 
 
 All  praise  to  our  redeeming  Lord 787 
 
 All  scenes  alike  engaging  prove 38 
 
 Almighty  God,  thy  word  is  cast 312 
 
 Almighty  Maker,  God 8 
 
 Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame 999 
 
 Almighty  Spirit,  now  behold 251 
 
 Along  the  mountain  track  of  life 899 
 
 Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound 597 
 
 Amazing  sight,  the  Saviour  stands 425 
 
 Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 689 
 
 A  mourning  class,  a  vacant  seat 1191 
 
 And  am  I  born  to  die 1017 
 
 823 
 
INDEX. 
 
 NTJMBEB 
 
 And  can  I  yet  delay 492 
 
 And  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high 582 
 
 And  did  the  Holy  and  the  Just 160 
 
 And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love 171 
 
 And  let  our  bodies  part 302 
 
 And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 1031 
 
 And  may  I  still  get  there 1100 
 
 And  must  this  body  die 1021 
 
 And  now  another  week  begins 400 
 
 And  now,  my  soul,  another  year 1152 
 
 And  shall  I  still  the  Spirit  grieve 289 
 
 And  will  the  great  eternal  God 1188 
 
 And  will  the  Judge  descend 1093 
 
 And  wilt  thou  yet  be  found 472 
 
 An  early  summons  Jesus  sends 1070 
 
 Angel  of  covenanted  grace 931 
 
 Angels  our  march  oppose 691 
 
 Angels  roll  the  rock  away 200 
 
 Another  day  is  past 762 
 
 Another  hand  is  beckoning  us 1069 
 
 Answer  me,  burning  stars  of  night ^...1018 
 
 Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat . 460 
 
 Arabia's  desert — ranger 250 
 
 Arise,  great  God,  and  let  thy  grace 253 
 
 Arise,  my  soul,  and  praise  the  Lord 748 
 
 Arise,  my  soul,  arise 560 
 
 Arise,  my  soul,  with  rapture  rise 751 
 
 Arise,  ye  people,  and  adore 386 
 
 Arise,  ye  saints,  arise .• 242 
 
 Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake 328 
 
 Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 1212 
 
 As  changing  as  the  moon 933 
 
 As  Jacob  was  wearied  by  travel  one  day 146 
 
 Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep 1040 
 
 As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams 897 
 
 Assembled  at  thy  great  command 256 
 
 Assist  my  soul,  my  heavenly  King 580 
 
 At  every  moment  of  our  breath 1143 
 
 At  thy  footstool  humbly  bending 1190 
 
 824 
 
IXDEX. 
 
 XTMBER 
 
 Author  of  faith,  Eternal  word 543 
 
 Author  of  good,  we  rest  on  thee 932 
 
 Author  of  our  salvation,  thee 372 
 
 Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 590 
 
 Awaked  from  sin's  delusive  sleep 452 
 
 Awake,  Jerusalem,  awake 983 
 
 Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 856 
 
 Awake,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes 693 
 
 Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 727 
 
 Awake,  my  soul,  to  meet  the  day 758 
 
 Awake,  my  tongue,  thy  tribute  bring 40 
 
 Awake,  our  souls,  and  with  the  sun 745 
 
 Awake  thy  song,  0  earth 671 
 
 Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes 661 
 
 Away  my  needless  fears 98 
 
 Baptized  into  thy  name 357 
 
 Beautiful  Zion,  built  above ~~.~ 1125 
 
 Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 102 
 
 Begin,  my  soul,  some  heavenly  theme 61 
 
 Begone,  my  worldly  cares  away 756 
 
 Begone  unbelief !  my  Saviour  is  near 558 
 
 Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door 420 
 
 Behold!  long-wished-for  spring  is  come 1159 
 
 Behold  the  blind  their  sight  receive 230 
 
 Behold  the  heathen  waits  to  know 255 
 
 Behold  the  Man!  how  glorious  he 167 
 
 Behold  the  Saviour  of  jnankind 188 
 
 Behold  the  sure  Foundation-stone 1174 
 
 Behold  the  throne  of  grace 651 
 
 Behold  thy  temple,  God  of  grace 1186 
 
 Behold,  what  wondrous  grace 80 
 
 Behold,  where  in  a  mortal  form 165 
 
 Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 1045 
 
 Beside  the  gospel  pool 479 
 
 Bewildered,  weeping  heart 536 
 
 Beyond,  beyond  that  boundless  sea 37 
 
 Beyond  the  glittering  starry  skies 218 
 
 Bid  me  of  men  beware 684 
 
 2  K  2  825 
 
DTOEX. 
 
 NUMBER 
 
 Bless'd  morning,  -whose  young,  &c 202 
 
 Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God 581 
 
 Blessed  be  the  dear  uniting  love 781 
 
 Blessed  Bible  !  how  I  love  it 116 
 
 Blessed  is  the  man  who  loves  the  poor 820 
 
 Blessed  is  the  man  whose  heart  does  move 825 
 
 Blessed  Redeemer!  how  divine .• 1227 
 
 Blessed,  who  with  generous  pity  glows 828 
 
 Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 942 
 
 Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart 628 
 
 Blest  are  the  sons  of  pea-ce 789 
 
 Blest  be  our  everlasting  Lord 60 
 
 Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 785 
 
 Blest  Comforter  divine 290 
 
 Blest  day  of  God  !  most  calm,  most  bright 398 
 
 Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 836 
 
 Blow  ye  the  trumpet  blow 529 
 
 Bowing  'neath  the  mercy-seat .., 366 
 
 Breast  the  wave,  Christian 707 
 
 Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here 702 
 
 Bright  and  joyful  is  the  morn 153 
 
 Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  !... 155 
 
 Bright  source  of  everlasting  love 824 
 
 Bright  was  the  guiding  star  that  led 127 
 
 Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 728 
 
 Brother,  rest  from  toil  and  sorrow 1055 
 
 Burst,  ye  emerald  gates  and  bring 1105 
 
 By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 1194 
 
 By  faith  I  to  the  fountain  fly 554 
 
 By  faith  I  view  my  Saviour  dying 501 
 
 By  thy  birth  and  by  thy  tears 497 
 
 Called  from  above,  I  rise 376 
 
 Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God 1051 
 
 Captain  of  our  salvation,  take 740 
 
 Celestial  Dove,  descend  from  high 353 
 
 Child  of  sin  and  sorrow 533 
 
 Children  of  God,  awake 410 
 
 Children  of  God,  renounce  your  fears 9S£2 
 
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INDEX. 
 
 KUMBEB 
 
 Children  of  the  heavenly  King 945 
 
 Children  of  the  living  God 696 
 
 Christian  brethren,  ere  we  part 811 
 
 Christian  !  is  thy  pathway  dreary 912 
 
 Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground 870 
 
 Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day 203 
 
 Close  softly,  fondly,  while  we  weep 1049 
 
 Come,  and  let  us  sweetly  join 710 
 
 Come  and  welcome,  blessed  Jesus 494 
 
 Come  at  the  morning  hour 650 
 
 Come  brethren,  don't  grow  weary 1112 
 
 Come  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  the  day 403 
 
 Come  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 352 
 
 Come  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 280 
 
 Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls 527 
 
 Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire 113 
 
 Come,  Holy  Spirit !  calm  my  mind 385 
 
 Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 282 
 
 Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 644 
 
 Come,  Holy  Spirit,  raise  our  songs 281 
 
 Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord 337 
 
 Come,  let  our  souls  adore  the  Lord 1253 
 
 Come,  let  our  voices  join 1198 
 
 Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue 1153 
 
 Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 677 
 
 Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above 1127 
 
 Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 392 
 
 Come  let  us  pray,  'tis  sweet  to  feel 639 
 
 Come,  let  us  sound  her  praise  abroad 821 
 
 Come,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine 794 
 
 Come,  my  fond  fluttering  heart 726 
 
 Come  my  friend,  and  let  us  try 791 
 
 Come,  my  Redeemer,  come 495 
 
 Come  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 632 
 
 Come,  0  my  soul,  in  sacred  lays 33 
 
 Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress 734 
 
 Come,  0  thou  all-victorious  Lord 315 
 
 Come,  0  thou  Traveler  unknown 481 
 
 Come,  0  ye  sinners,  to  the  Lord 424 
 
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INDEX. 
 
 KTMBEE 
 
 Come,  poor  pilgrim,  sad  and  weary 965 
 
 Come!  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice 521 
 
 Come,  Saviour  Jesus,  from  above 615 
 
 Come,  shout  aloud  the  Fathers  grace 82 
 
 Come,  sing  to  me  of  heaven 1019 
 
 Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast 514 
 
 Come,  sinners,  you  whose  hardened  hearts 435 
 
 Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 670 
 
 Come,  thou  Almighty  King 25 
 
 Come,  thou  condescending  Jesus 1220 
 
 Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 884 
 
 Come,  thou  high  and  lofty  Lord 800 
 
 Come,  thou  omniscient  Son  of  man 079 
 
 Come,  thou  soul-transforming  Spirit 313 
 
 Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain 528 
 
 Come  to  Jesus 540 
 
 Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 50& 
 
 Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed 510 
 
 Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  you,  kc 513 
 
 Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy 523 
 
 Come  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord 68 
 
 Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord 384 
 
 Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed 698 
 
 Come,  ye  weary  souls  opprest 512 
 
 Come  youthful  pilgrim,  come 1210 
 
 Comfort  ye  ministers  of  grace 306 
 
 Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 89 
 
 Could  I  so  false,  so  faithless  prove 24 
 
 Dark  was  the  night  and  cold  the  ground 174 
 
 Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 346 
 
 Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonder 
 
 Dearest  of  all  the  names  above 215 
 
 Dear  Saviour,  we  are  thine 
 
 Dear  Saviour!  when  my  thoughts  recall 667 
 
 Death  has  been  here  and  borne  away 
 
 Deathless  spirit  now  arise M)16 
 
 Death!   'tis  a  melancholy  day 1032 
 
 Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made 135 
 
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DTDEX. 
 
 NUMBER 
 
 Deepen  the  wounds  thy  hands  have  made G26 
 
 Defend  the  poor  and  desolate 838 
 
 Delightful  work  !  young  souls  to  win 1192 
 
 Depth  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 985 
 
 Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 488 
 
 Do  you  remember  the  look  that  I  gave 525 
 
 Draw  near,  0  Son  of  God,  draw  near 323 
 
 Dread  Jehovah.  God  of  nations 1250 
 
 Drooping  souls,  no  longer  grieve 459 
 
 Early,  my  God,  without  delay 401 
 
 Earnest  of  future  bliss 503 
 
 Earth*s  transitory  things  decay 1001 
 
 Encompassed  with  clouds  of  distress 451 
 
 Enthroned  on  high,  Almighty  Lord 286 
 
 Equip  me  for  the  war 731 
 
 Ere  mountains  reared  their  forms  sublime 3 
 
 Eternal  beam  of  light  divine 915 
 
 Eternal  God  !  Almighty  Cause 18 
 
 Eternal  King  !  The  greatest,  best 49 
 
 Eternal  Source  of  every  joy 1171 
 
 Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 279 
 
 Eternal  Wisdom  !  Thee  we  praise 39 
 
 Eternity  !   stupendous  theme 1147 
 
 Exalt  the  Lord  our  God 48 
 
 Except  the  Lord  conduct  the  plan 310 
 
 Extended  on  a  cursed  tree 194 
 
 Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam.  &c 761 
 
 Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss 548 
 
 Faithfully,  faithfully,  soldier,  fight  on 939 
 
 Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence 546 
 
 Faith  is  the  Spirit's  sweet  control 559 
 
 Faith. — 'tis  a  precious  grace 544 
 
 Farewell,  dear  friends.  I  must  be  gone 815 
 
 Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time,  &c 51S 
 
 Far  from  affliction,  toil,  and  care 1053 
 
 Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 1122 
 
 Far  from  the  utmost  verge  of  dny 1140 
 
 829 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Father,  hear  the  blood  of  Jesus 219 
 
 Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines 5 
 
 Father,  I  dare  believe 490 
 
 Father,  in  whom  we  live , 27 
 
 Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee 638 
 
 Father  of  all,  whom  love  profound 28 
 
 Father  of  boundless  grace 252 
 
 Father  of  glory  !  to  thy  name 26 
 
 Father  of  me  and  all  mankind 147 
 
 Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 115 
 
 Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace 823 
 
 Father  of  the  human  race 1223 
 
 Father,  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift 83 
 
 Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 940 
 
 Few  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  woe 1035 
 
 Fight  the  good  fight  of  faith 699 
 
 Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands 847 
 
 For  a  season  called  to  part 807 
 
 Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord 705 
 
 Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be 618 
 
 Forever  with  the  Lord 1082 
 
 For  me  to  live  is  Christ 729 
 
 Forth  in  thy  name,  O  Lord  !  I  go 739 
 
 Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  love 1239 
 
 Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns.. 405 
 
 Friend  after  friend  departs 1042 
 
 Friends  of  the  poor,  the  young,  the  weak 831 
 
 From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 663 
 
 From  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard 190 
 
 From  soft  and  soothing  slumber 750 
 
 From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 652 
 
 From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 266 
 
 Gentle  Jesus,  meek  and  mild 1217 
 
 Gently,  Lord!  oh!  gently  lead  us 1011 
 
 Give  me  a  sober  mind 681 
 
 Giver  and  guardian  of  my  sleep 757 
 
 Giver  of  concord,  Prince  of  peace 783 
 
 Give  thanks  to  God  most  high 672 
 
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IXDEX. 
 
 1TCMBER 
 
 Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame 34 
 
 Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 96 
 
 Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 332 
 
 Glory  to  God  on  high 373 
 
 Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 770 
 
 Go  and  tell  Jesus,  weary  sin-sick  soul 537 
 
 Go  and  the  Saviour's  grace  proclaim 297 
 
 God  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints 910 
 
 God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son 122 
 
 God  is  a  Spirit  just  and  wise 20 
 
 God  is  in  this  and  every  place 136 
 
 God  is  love;  his  mercy  brightens 67 
 
 God  is  my  strong  salvation 700 
 
 God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints 347 
 
 God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 5 91 
 
 God,  my  Supporter,  and  my  Ilope 903 
 
 God  of  all  consolation 592 
 
 God  of  all  grace  and  majesty 688 
 
 God  of  all  power,  and  truth  and  grace 629 
 
 God  of  all-redeeming  grace 722 
 
 God  of  almighty  love 020 
 
 God  of  eternity,  from  thee 1142 
 
 God  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power 90 
 
 God  of  thine  Israel's  faithful  three 925 
 
 Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  and  proclaim 307 
 
 Go,  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize 356 
 
 Go  to  the  pillow  of  disease 832 
 
 Go  to  thy  rest,  fair  child 1068 
 
 Go,  watch  and  pray;  thou  canst  not  tell 683 
 
 Go  when  the  morning  shineth 660 
 
 Go,  ye  messengers  of  God 261 
 
 Grace  does  not  steel  the  faithful  hearts 941 
 
 Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed 587 
 
 Grace!  'tis  a  charming  sound 573 
 
 Gracious  Father,  gracious  Lord 317 
 
 Gracious  Redeemer,  shake 442 
 
 Gracious  Saviour,  can  it  be 871 
 
 Grant  me  within  thy  courts  a  place 390 
 
 Great  God,  accept  a  heart 63 
 
 831 
 
INDEX. 
 
 NUMBER 
 
 Great  God,  as  seasons  disappear 1170 
 
 Great  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings 389 
 
 Great  God.  at  whose  all-powerful  call 1160 
 
 Great  God!  beneath  whose  piercing  eye 1236 
 
 Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou 15 
 
 Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim 898 
 
 Great  God,  my  Maker  and  my  King 51 
 
 Great  God,  now  condescend 362 
 
 Great  God  of  nations,  now  to  thee 1240 
 
 Great  God,  thy  penetrating  eye 21 
 
 Great  God  !  to  me  the  sight  afford 70 
 
 Great  God,  we  sing  thy  mighty  hand 1155 
 
 Great  God  !  who  laid  on  Zion's  mount 1176 
 
 Great  God,  with  heart  and  tongue 1202 
 
 Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 1187 
 
 Great  King  of  glory,  come 1185 
 
 Great  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  skies 1230 
 
 Great  Spirit,  by  whose  mighty  power 292 
 
 Guardian  of  souls,  throughout  my  days 1203 
 
 Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah 908 
 
 Had  I  but  the  faith  of  pious  Abel 550 
 
 Had  I  the  gift  of  tongues 841 
 
 Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews 776 
 
 Hail  Church  of  Christ,  bought  with  blood 385 
 
 Hail,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good 76 
 
 Hail  happy  day  !  when  Christ  the  Son 159 
 
 Hail,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus 862 
 
 Hail,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 850 
 
 Hail  temperance  fair  celestial  ray 1243 
 
 Hail  the  day  that  sees  him  rise 209 
 
 Hail  !  thou  once  despised  Jesus 213 
 
 Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day 767 
 
 Happy  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord 839 
 
 Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ending 1030 
 
 Happy  the  man,  that  finds  the  grace 666 
 
 Happy  the  meek,  whose  gentle  breast 935 
 
 Hark  !  from  the  portals  of  the  skies 1108 
 
 Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound , 1060 
 
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INDEX. 
 
 MUHIII 
 
 Hark  !  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds 885 
 
 Hark,  how  the  watchmen  cry 690 
 
 Hark  !   ton  thousand  harps  and  voices 207 
 
 Hark — that  shout  of  rapt'rous  joy 1080 
 
 Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes 162 
 
 Hark,  the  herald  angel  sings 158 
 
 Hark,  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 182 
 
 Hark — what  mean  those  holy  voices 1G1 
 
 Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time 276 
 
 Haste,  0  sinner,  to  be  wise 531 
 
 Hast  thou,  my  soul,  improved  each  power 772 
 
 Have  you  heard,  have  you  heard,  &c 851 
 
 Hear,  gracious  God,  my  humble  prayer 450 
 
 Hear,  0  sinner,  mercy  hails  you 532 
 
 Hear  the  royal  proclamation 508 
 
 He  comes  !  He  comes  !  The  Judge  severe 1094 
 
 He  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies 181 
 
 He  leadeth  me  !  oh  blessed  thought 877 
 
 He  lives — the  great  Redeemer  lives 217 
 
 Hell  !  'tis  a  word  of  dreadful  sound 1137 
 
 Help  us  to  feel  for  drunken  man 1218 
 
 Here  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet 370 
 
 Here  in  the  presence  of  our  God 649 
 
 Here  in  thy  name,  eternal  God 1181 
 
 Here  o'er  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam 947 
 
 He  wills  that  I  should  holy  be 602 
 
 Hide  not  thy  talent  in  the  earth 718 
 
 High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God 54 
 
 High  on  his  everlasting  throne 320 
 
 His  master  taken  from  his  head 311 
 
 Ho!  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh 520 
 
 Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 46 
 
 Holy,  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord 627 
 
 Holy  as  thou,  O  Lord,  is  none 44 
 
 Holy  Bible!  book  divine 114 
 
 Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness 2S4 
 
 Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 55 
 
 Hosanna  to  Jesus  on  high 1057 
 
 How  beauteous  are  their  feet 298 
 
 833 
 
INDEX, 
 
 NUMBER 
 
 How  beautiful  the  sight 801 
 
 How  blessed  the  sacred  tie  that  binds y...  792 
 
 How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies. 1036 
 
 How  can  a  sinner  know 595 
 
 How  can  I  vent  my  grief 977 
 
 How  can  we  see  the  children,  Lord 742 
 
 How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints,  &c 849 
 
 How  happy  are  they 890 
 
 How  happy  every  child  of  grace 861 
 
 How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot 944 
 
 How  happy  they  who,  safely  housed 1043 
 
 How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies 586 
 
 How  large  the  promise,  how  divine 363 
 
 How  long  shall  death,  the  tyrant,  reign 1076 
 
 How  lost  was  my  condition 561 
 
 How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 333 
 
 How  pleased  and  blest  was  1 395 
 
 How  precious  is  the  Book  Divine 109 
 
 How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is 138 
 
 How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life 1005 
 
 How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight 784 
 
 How  sweetly  along  the  gay  mead 1164 
 
 How  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day 1037 
 
 How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 240 
 
 How  swift  the  torrent  rolls 1145 
 
 How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 896 
 
 How  tender  is  thy  hand 929 
 
 How  vain  are  all  things  here  below 719 
 
 How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies 1146 
 
 Hushed  be  my  murmurings,  let  cares,  &c 880 
 
 Hush  the  loud  cannon's  roar r 1231 
 
 I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  the  living 954 
 
 I  am  Jesus'  little  lamb 1215 
 
 land  my  house  will  serve  the  Lord 737 
 
 I  call  the  world's  Redeemer  mine 1079 
 
 I  feel  like  singing  all  the  time 577 
 
 If  human  kindness  meets  return 377 
 
 If  on  a  quiet  sea • , 927 
 
 834 
 
INDEX, 
 
 ncmbei; 
 
 If  you  can  not  on  the  ocean 725 
 
 I  have  a  Father  in  the  promised  land 1115 
 
 I  hear  thee  speak  of  a  better  land 1028 
 
 I  hope  against  all  human  hope 555 
 
 I  know  thou  art  gone  to  the  home  of,  &c 1034 
 
 I  love  the  volumes  of  the  word 110 
 
 I  love  thy  kingdom.  Lord 330 
 
 I  love  thy  tabernacle,  Lord 388 
 
 I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 641 
 
 I  love  to  think  of  the  heavenly  land 1099 
 
 I  'm  a  lonely  traveler  here 961 
 
 I 'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I 'm  a  stranger 946 
 
 I'm  but  a  stranger  here 959 
 
 I  'm  glad  salvation  "s  free 572 
 
 I'm  glad  that  I  was  born  to  die 1120 
 
 I'm  going  to  mount  Zion 956 
 
 I  'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 342 
 
 In  age  and  feebleness  extreme 1012 
 
 In  deep  humility 1251 
 
 In  duties  and  in  sufferings  too 144 
 
 In  evil  long  I  took  delight 176 
 
 In  expectation  sweet 1074 
 
 Infinite  grace  I  and  can  it  be 45 
 
 In  God  let  all  his  saints  rejoice 913 
 
 In  mercy,  Lord,  remember  me 766 
 
 I  now  have  found  abiding  rest 860 
 
 Intemperance,  like  a  raging  flood 1244 
 
 In  that  sad,  memorable  night 367 
 
 In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 1104 
 
 In  thee,  great  God!  with  songs  of  praise 1235 
 
 In  the  far  better  land  of  glory  and  light 196 
 
 In  the  soft  seasons  of  thy  youth 1219 
 
 In  the  tempest  of  life 911 
 
 In  thy  great  solemn  temple 391 
 
 In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 1023 
 
 In  vain  would  boasting  reason  find 858 
 
 I  sing  the  almighty  power  of  God 9 
 
 I  the  good  fight  have  fought 704 
 
 I  think,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story,  &c 1196 
 
 835 
 
INDEX. 
 
 KT7MBBB 
 
 I  thirst,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God 624 
 
 It  is  the  Lord — enthroned  on  high 928 
 
 It  is  the  Lord  who  does  not  grieve 926 
 
 I  want  a  principle  within 686 
 
 I  want  to  be  a  Christian 485 
 
 I  want  to  be  like  Jesus *  169 
 
 I  will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high. 73 
 
 I  would  but  can  not  sing 496 
 
 I  would  not  live  alway,  I  aek  not  to  stay 1134 
 
 Jehovah  reigns,  he  dwells  in  light 13 
 
 Jehovah  reigns — his  throne  is  high 103 
 
 Jerusalem,  forever  bright 1109 
 
 Jerusalem!  my  happy  home 1119 
 
 Jesus,  all-redeeming  Lord 380 
 
 Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be 712 
 
 Jesus,  at  whose  supreme  command 375 
 
 Jesus,  a  word,  a  look  from  thee 134 
 
 Jesus  comes  with  all  his  grace 623 
 
 Jesus,  faithful  to  his  word 1080 
 
 Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion 483 
 
 Jesus,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep 239 
 
 Jesus,  I  fain  would  find 724 
 
 Jesus,  if  still  thou  art  to-day 137 
 
 Jesus!  I  love  thy  charming  Name 241 
 
 Jesus!  immortal  King !  arise 246 
 
 Jesus!  I  my  cross  have  taken 713 
 
 Jesus,  kind,  inviting  Lord 365 
 
 Jesus!  let  thy  pitying  eye 443 
 
 Jesus,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee 793 
 
 Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 469 
 
 Jesus,  my  Advocate  above 220 
 
 Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 948 
 
 Jesus,  my  Lord,  attend 467 
 
 Jesus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace 822 
 
 Jesus,  my  Lord,  to  glory  's  gone 1144 
 
 Jesus,  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend 235 
 
 Jesus,  my  strength  and  righteousness 319 
 
 Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope 621 
 
 836 
 
INDEX. 
 
 NTMBEB 
 
 Jesus,  my  Truth,  my  Way 244 
 
 Jesus,  plant  and  root  in  rne C17 
 
 Jesus,  Redeemer  of  mankind 429 
 
 Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  suu 245 
 
 Jesus,  still  lead  on 070 
 
 Jesus,  the  all-restoring  word 444 
 
 Jesus,  the  Conqu'ror,  reigns 247 
 
 Jesus,  the  gift  divine  I  know 016 
 
 Jesus,  the  Name  high  over  all 301 
 
 Jesus,  the  sinners  friend,  to  thee 474 
 
 Jesus,  the  sinner's  rest  thou  art 030 
 
 ,  Jesus,  the  word  of  mercy  give 304 
 
 Jesus  !  thou  all-redeeming  Lord 314 
 
 Jesus,  thou  art  our  King 231 
 
 Jesus!  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend 168 
 
 Jesus,  thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all 668 
 
 Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 576 
 
 Jesus,  thy  far-extended  fame , 139 
 
 Jesus,  thy  name  I  love S72 
 
 Jesus,  thy  wandering  sheep  behold 327 
 
 Jesus,  to  thee  we  fly 1254 
 
 Jesus,  to  thy  dear  wounds  we  flee 1091 
 
 Jesus,  united  by  thy  grace 790 
 
 Jesus,  we  look  to  thee 795 
 
 Jesus,  we  thus  obey 353 
 
 Jesus,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding 1050 
 
 Jesus,  whose  glory's  streaming  rays 551 
 
 Join  all  the  glorious  names 228 
 
 Join  all  who  love  the  Saviour's  name 881 
 
 Join,  all  ye  ransomed  sons  of  grace 1158 
 
 Joyfully,  joyfully  onward  I  move 903 
 
 Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 865 
 
 Joy  to  the  world  ;  the  Lord  is  come 149 
 
 Just  as  I  am — without  one  plea 402 
 
 Just  as  thou  art — without  one  trace 542 
 
 Kindred  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake 804: 
 
 Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong 105 
 
 Know,  sinner,  every  one  is  free 436 
 
 837 
 
INDEX. 
 
 NT7MBKB 
 
 Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears 118 
 
 Laden  with  guilt,  sinners,  arise 505 
 
 Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain 463 
 
 Lamb  of  God,  we  fall  before  thee 566 
 
 Leader  of  faithful  souls,  and  guide 952 
 
 Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join . 126 
 
 Let  all  who  truly  bear 369 
 
 Let  earth  and  heaven  agree 88$ 
 
 Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 524 
 
 Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak 53 
 
 Let  Him,  to  whom  we  now  belong 600 
 
 Let  not  the  wise  their  wisdom  boast 565 
 
 Let-party  names  no  more 778 
 
 Let  the  redeemed  give  thanks  and  praise 473 
 
 Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour 995 
 
 Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue 735 
 
 Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake 305 
 
 Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 1006 
 
 Lift  up,  lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates 216 
 
 Lift  up  your  hearts  to  things  above 732 
 
 Light  of  life — seraphic  fire.... 996 
 
 Light  of  the  Gentile  world,  appear 480 
 
 Like  Bartimeus,  we  are  blind 506 
 
 Like  Noah's  weary  dove 143 
 
 Linger  not,  linger  not 541 
 
 Look  down,  O  God  !  with  pitying  eye 129 
 
 Look  unto  Christ,  ye  nations;  own 500 
 
 Look  up,  the  harvest  fields  are  white 254 
 
 Look  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious 206 
 
 Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 1004 
 
 Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall 454 
 
 Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie 475 
 
 Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 814 
 
 Lord  God!  the  Holy  Ghost 287 
 
 Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 591 
 
 Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was 447 
 
 Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains 622 
 
 Lord!  I  can  not  let  thee  go 643 
 
 Lord,  in  the  morning  I  will  send 759 
 
 838 
 
ESDEX. 
 
 Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hoar 744 
 
 Lor  1.  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went 835 
 
 Lord  of  hosts  !   to  thee  we  raise 1178 
 
 Lord  of  the  harvest,  hear 
 
 Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  us  pray 408 
 
 Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen,  ftc 22 
 
 Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray 774 
 
 Lord!   thou,  with  an  unerring  beam 35 
 
 Lord  !   thy  glory  fills  the  heaven 47 
 
 Lord,  we  adore  thy  vast  designs 902 
 
 Lord,  we  are  vile,  conceived  in  sin 130 
 
 Lord,  we  are  young,  thy  help  we  need 1204 
 
 Lord,  we  believe  to  us  and  ours 285 
 
 Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 656 
 
 Lord!  what  our  ears  have  heard 360 
 
 Lord,  when  together  here  we  meet SOS 
 
 Lord,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray 1223 
 
 Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 780 
 
 Love  fills  all  heaven  with  light 777 
 
 Lovely  is  the  face  of  nature 883 
 
 Lovers  of  pleasure  more  than  God 427 
 
 Lo  !  we  see  the  sign  appearing 10S5 
 
 Many  woes  had  Christ  endured 177 
 
 Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb 205 
 
 Master,  I  own  thy  lawful  claim 736 
 
 May  freedom  spread  onward,  wherever 1225 
 
 May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour 810 
 
 Men  of  God,  go.  take  your  stations 309 
 
 Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David 406 
 
 Methinks  the  last  great  day  is  come 10S6 
 
 Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature.  &0 806 
 
 Millions  within  thy  courts  have  met 404 
 
 Mistaken  souls  that  dream  of  heaven 549 
 
 Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb 199 
 
 Mortals  awake,  with  angels  join , 150 
 
 Mourn  for  the  thousands  slain 1247 
 
 Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 711 
 
 My  country  !  "t  is  of  thee 1229 
 
 839 
 
INDEX. 
 
 KTTMBER 
 
 My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 1116 
 
 My  dearest  friends  in  bonds  of  love 819 
 
 My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord 166 
 
 My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 679 
 
 My  former  hopes  are  fled 446 
 
 My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love 763 
 
 My  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine 603 
 
 My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 906 
 
 My  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name 79 
 
 My  God,  my  God,  to  thee  I  cry 456 
 
 My  God,  my  life,  my  love , 859 
 
 My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love 891 
 
 My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 669 
 
 My  God,  thy  boundless  love  I  praise 71 
 
 My  God  was  with  me  all  the  night 755 
 
 My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair 1118 
 
 My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 842 
 
 My  hope  hath  found  a  resting  place 844 
 
 My  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou 845 
 
 My  latest  sun  is  sinking  fast 1131 
 
 My  Maker  and  my  King 84 
 
 My  Saviour's  pierced  side 355 
 
 My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 692 
 
 My  soul  is  now  united.  888 
 
 My  soul,  repeat  His  praise 75 
 
 My  soul,  with  humble  fervor  raise 583 
 
 My  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done 1010 
 
 My  sufferings  all  to  thee  are  known 471 
 
 My  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll 1138 
 
 Nay,  I  can  not  let  thee  go 921 
 
 Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 900 
 
 Never  be  afraid  to  speak  for  Jesus 714 
 
 No!  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more 1038 
 
 Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  has  heard 1106 
 
 Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 557 
 
 Not  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth 584 
 
 Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth 585 
 
 840 
 
INDEX. 
 
 NUMBER 
 
 Not  by  the  law  of  innocence 553 
 
 Not  enjoyment,  and  not  sorrow 937 
 
 Not  for  the  summer  hour  alone.. 1222 
 
 Not  heaven's  widexange  of  hallow'd,  &c 1183 
 
 Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord 775 
 
 Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme C76 
 
 Now  be  the  gospel  banner 269 
 
 Now,  Christian  brethren,  ere  we  part 817 
 
 Now,  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 769 
 
 Now,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal 646 
 
 Now  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein 848 
 
 Now,  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise 569 
 
 Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood 1206 
 
 Now  I  resolve,  with  all  my  heart 339 
 
 Now  is  th'  accepted  time 433 
 
 Now  let  a  spacious  world  arise 10 
 
 Now,  Lord,  fulfill  thy  faithful  word 299 
 
 Now.  Lord,  the  heavenly  seed  is  sown 318 
 
 Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone 752 
 
 Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song 876 
 
 0  Charity,  thou  heavenly  grace 826 
 
 0  God  !  beneath  thy  guiding  hand 1232 
 
 0  God!  most  merciful  and  true 613 
 
 0  God!  my  hope,  my  heavenly  rest 59 
 
 0  God!  our  help  in  ages  past 14 
 
 0  God  !  thou  art  my  God  alone 645 
 
 0  God  !  thou  faithful  God 634 
 
 O  God  !  through  countless  worlds  of  light 1184 
 
 0  God,  unseen,  yet  ever  near 381 
 
 0  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 394 
 
 0  Jesus  !  delight  of  my  soul 863 
 
 O  Jesus  !  full  of  truth  and  grace 609 
 
 0  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain 493 
 
 0  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh 1124 
 
 O  Lord  !  another  year  has  flown 765 
 
 O  Lord!  behold  us  at  thy  feet 741 
 
 0  Lord  !  how  happy  should  we  be 917 
 
 0  Lord  !  how  vile  am  1 448 
 
 2L  841 
 
INDEX. 
 
 NTTMBEa 
 
 0  Lord  !  my  best  desire  fulfill 924 
 
 0  Lord!  our  fathers  oft  have  told 1238 
 
 0  Lord,  our  God,  thy  light  and  truth 1213 
 
 O  Lord,  thy  sovereign  aid  impart..., 607 
 
 0  Lord,  thy  work  revive 998 
 
 O  Love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art 619 
 
 0  my  soul,  what  means  this  sadness 868 
 
 O  sacred  Head!  now  wounded 192 
 
 O  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise 470 
 
 O  thou  dear  suffering  Son  of  God 184 
 
 O  thou  eternal  Victim,  slain 233 
 
 0  thou  faithful  God  of  love 1029 
 
 0  thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows 653 
 
 0  thou  God  of  my  salvation 668 
 
 0  Thou,  in  whose  presence 867 
 
 0  Thou,  our  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend 237 
 
 O  Thou,  that  hangedst  on  the  tree 193 
 
 O  Thou,  the  helpless  orphan's  hope 1207 
 
 O  Thou,  to  whom  in  ancient  times » 36 
 
 0  Thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 614 
 
 0  Thou,  who  all  things  canst  control 717 
 
 0  Thou,  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear 575 
 
 0  Thou,  who  hast  our  sorrows  borne 198 
 
 O  Thou,  who  in  the  olive  shade 743 
 
 0  Thou,  whose  mercy  hears 988 
 
 0  Thou,  whose  offering  on  the  tree 140 
 
 O  Time,  how  few  thy  value  weigh 1141 
 
 O  Zion  !  when  I  think  on  thee 331 
 
 Oh!  blessed  souls  are  they 563 
 
 Oh  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul,  His  grace 864 
 
 Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul;  Let  all 74 
 
 Oh  come  and  dwell  in  me 625 
 
 Oh  come,  happy  children,  unite,  &c 853 
 
 Oh  conquer  this  rebellious  will 498 
 
 Oh  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth 869 
 
 Oh,  deem  not  them  as  blessed  alone 905 
 
 Oh  do  not  be  discouraged 709 
 
 Oh  for  a  breeze  of  heavenly  love 1129 
 
 Oh  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 980 
 
 842 
 
INDEX. 
 
 NUMDr.B 
 
 Oh  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink G  fcS 
 
 Oh  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  Jay 4o7 
 
 Oh  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 
 
 Oh  for  a  shout  of  joy 
 
 Oh  fur  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
 
 Oh  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing B55 
 
 Oh  for  that  name  of  living  fire 993 
 
 Oh  for  that  tenderness  of  heart 439 
 
 Oh  for  the  death  of  those 1041 
 
 Oh  give  me.  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn 43S 
 
 Oh  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice "    I 
 
 Oh  happy  the  day  he  was  born 161 
 
 Oh  if  my  soul  but  felt  its  woe 44-5 
 
 Oh  joyful  sound  of  gospel  grace 
 
 Oh  let  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fty 1186 
 
 Oh  let  the  pris'ner's  mournful  cries 487 
 
 Oh  might  my  lot  be  cast  with  those 
 
 Oh  no.  we  can  not  sing  the  song 938 
 
 Oh  praise  the  ever-bounteous  Lord 1165 
 
 Oh  tell  me  no  more B83 
 
 Oh  that  I  could  repent 440 
 
 Oh  that  I  could  revere 441 
 
 Oh  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 4^4 
 
 Oh  that  will  joyful  be... 1121 
 
 Oh  the  delights  of  the  heavenly  joys 212 
 
 Oh  there  will  be  mourning 1090 
 
 Oh  't  is  delight  without  alloy BS  I 
 
 Oh  't  was  a  joyful  sound  to  hear 
 
 Oh  what  amazing  words  of  grace 517 
 
 Oh  what  a  mighty  change $43 
 
 Oh  what  is  life?  't  is  like  a  flower 1002 
 
 Oh  what  shall  I  do  to  be  saved 499 
 
 Oh  when  shall  I  see  Jesus 700 
 
 Oh  where  is  now  that  glowing  love 9S9 
 
 Oh  where  shall  rest  be  found 410 
 
 Oh  who  like  thee !  so  calm,  so  bright 172 
 
 Oh  why  should  gloomy  thoughts  arise 504 
 
 Oh  wondrous  power  of  faithful  prayer 657 
 
 Oh  worship  the  king,  all  glorious  above 72 
 
 843 
 
INDEX. 
 
 NUMBER 
 
 O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 272 
 
 O'er  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness 259 
 
 Of  him  who  did  salvation  bring 854 
 
 Oft  when  the  waves  of  passion  rise 918 
 
 Once  more  a  pleasant  interview 786 
 
 Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day. 746 
 
 One  there  is,  above  all  others 234 
 
 One  thing  is  needful,  one  alone 430 
 
 On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand. 1098 
 
 On  the  mountain  top  appearing 267 
 
 On  this  glad  day,  0  Lord!  we  would 1246 
 
 On  this  stone,  now  laid  with  prayer 1179 
 
 Onward,  Christian,  though  the  region 720 
 
 Onward,  onward,  toiling  pilgrim 943 
 
 Onward  speed  thy  conquering  flight 263 
 
 Oppression  shall  not  always  reign 1221 
 
 Our  bondage  here  shall  end 852 
 
 Our  children  thou  dost  claim 364 
 
 Our  Father  in  heaven 1216 
 
 Our  few  revolving  years 1156 
 
 Our  God  is  love;  and  all  his  saints 802 
 
 Our  heavenly  Father,  hear 636 
 
 Our  heavenly  Father  !  let  thy  name 635 
 
 Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 211 
 
 Our  sins  on  Christ  were  laid 186 
 
 Our  souls  by  love  together  knit 782 
 
 Out  of  the  depths  of  woe 489 
 
 Out  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride 964 
 
 Over  the  ocean  wave 262 
 
 Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright 1130 
 
 Peacefully,  tenderly 816 
 
 Peace,  the  welcome  sound,  proclaim 1233 
 
 Peace,  troubled  soul,  forbear 991 
 
 Peace  was  the  song  the  angels  sang 1234 
 
 People  of  the  living  God 341 
 
 Physician  of  the  sin-sick  soul 478 
 
 Pilgrim,  is  earth  to  thee 953 
 
 Pilgrims  we  are,  to  Canaan  bound 955 
 
 844 
 
INDEX. 
 
 SUMMER 
 
 Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 226 
 
 Poor  and  needy  though  I  be 1209 
 
 Power  from  on  high,  0  God,  impart 283 
 
 Praise,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid G2 
 
 Praise  ye  the  Lord;  exalt  his  name 034 
 
 Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  Cow 1255 
 
 Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation 1261 
 
 Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 1241 
 
 Praise  ye  the  Lord  ;  't  is  good  to  raise 662 
 
 Prayer  is  appointed  to  convey 637 
 
 Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 633 
 
 Pris'ners  of  hope,  be  strong,  be  bold 610 
 
 Proclaim,  says  Christ,  my  wondrous  grace 854 
 
 Proclaim  the  lofty  praise 229 
 
 Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 486 
 
 Purer  yet  and  purer 894 
 
 Rejoice,  all  ye  believers 275 
 
 Rejoice  in  Jesus'  birth 151 
 
 Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King 106 
 
 Remember  thy  Creator  now 1218 
 
 Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries 412 
 
 Return  and  come  to  God 423 
 
 Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest 399 
 
 Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest 611 
 
 Return,  0  wanderer,  return 507 
 
 Return,  O  wanderer,  to  thy  home 534 
 
 Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 721 
 
 Rise,  rise,  my  soul,  and  leave  the  ground 17 
 
 Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me 464 
 
 Round  the  temp' ranee  standard  rally 1245 
 
 Round  the  throne  in  glory 1062 
 
 Salvation!  oh,  the  joyful  sound 887 
 
 Saviour,  at  thy  footstool  bending 1201 
 
 Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing 764 
 
 Saviour,  I  do  feel  thy  merit 857 
 
 Saviour,  I  now  with  shame  confess 987 
 
 Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us 238 
 
 845 
 
INDEX. 
 
 NUMBER 
 
 Saviour  of  all,  to  thee  we  bow 798 
 
 Saviour  of  men,  thy  searching  eye 294 
 
 Saviour  of  sinful  men 809 
 
 Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation 992 
 
 Saviour,  when  in  dust,  to  thee 642 
 
 Saw  ye  my  Saviour 185 
 
 Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us 971 
 
 Say,  sinner!  hath  a  voice  within 432 
 
 Say  who  is  she  that  looks  abroad 343 
 
 Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed 779 
 
 See,  Christian,  see  how  night  comes  on 723 
 
 See.  gracious  Lord,  before  thy  throne 1252 
 
 See,  how  beneath  the  moonbeams'  smile 1003 
 
 See,  how  he  loved  !  exclaimed  the  Jews 170 
 
 See,  how  the  morning  sun 753 
 
 See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 301 
 
 See,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see 788 
 
 See  the  gospel  Church  secure 345 
 
 See  the  leaves  around  us  falling 1168 
 
 See  the  shadows  thickly  stealing 771 
 
 See  where  our  Great  High  Priest 227 
 
 Servant  of  God,  well  done 1054 
 
 Shall  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  man 303 
 
 Shall  man,  0  God  of  light  and  life 1081 
 
 Shall  we  gather  at  the  river 1107 
 
 Shall  we  go  on  to  sin 571 
 
 Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever 1113 
 
 Shed  not  a  tear  o'er  your  friend's,  &c 1024 
 
 She  loved  her  Saviour,  and  to  him 827 
 
 Shepherd  divine,  our  wants  relieve 647 
 
 Shepherd  of  Israel,  thou  dost  keep 324 
 
 Shepherd  of  souls,  with  pitying  eye 975 
 
 Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive 457 
 
 Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 907 
 
 Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear 1221 
 
 Since  o'er  thy  footstool  here  below 12 
 
 Sing  Hallelujah  !  Praise  the  Lord 1254 
 
 Sing  praise  !  the  tomb  is  void 223 
 
 Sing  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praise 1151 
 
 846 
 
INDEX. 
 
 NTMBEB 
 
 Sing  to  the  Lord,  Jehovah's  name 6G5 
 
 Sing  to  the  Lord  most  high 68 
 
 Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands G75 
 
 Sing  we  to  our  God  above 1258 
 
 Sin  has  a  thousand  treacherous  arts 133 
 
 Sin  like  a  venomous  disease 131 
 
 Sinner,  oh!   why  so  thoughtless  grown 418 
 
 Sinners,  lift  up  your  hearts 291 
 
 Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word 51G 
 
 Sinners,  the  call  obey 426 
 
 Sinners,  the  city  where  you  dwell 415 
 
 Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard 422 
 
 Sinners,  this  solemn  truth  regard 578 
 
 Sinners  turn,  why  will  ye  die 421 
 
 Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely 105b' 
 
 Soft  be  the  gently  breathing  notes 8G6 
 
 Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 406 
 
 Sofily  on  the  breath  of  evening 949 
 
 Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 701 
 
 Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise 695 
 
 Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 673 
 
 Soon  in  the  grave  my  flesh  shall  rest 1046 
 
 Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 249 
 
 Sovereign  of  all  the  worlds  on  high SI 
 
 Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all 453 
 
 Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed 296 
 
 Speak  gently — it  is  better  far 936 
 
 Spirit,  leave  thy  house  of  clay 1039 
 
 Spirit  of  faith,  comedown 288 
 
 Spirit  of  peace  !  celestial  dove 805 
 
 Spirit  of  truth,  essential  God 124 
 
 Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord 715 
 
 Stand  up  !  stand  up  for  Jesus 716 
 
 Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay 465 
 
 Stern  winter  throws  his  icy  chains 1172 
 
 Stop,  poor  sinner,  and  look  yonder 414 
 
 Stretched  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies 187 
 
 Surrounded  by  a  host  of  foes 694 
 
 Sweet  hour  of  prayer 648 
 
 847 
 
INDEX. 
 
 KUMBER 
 
 Sweet  is  the  love  that  mutual  glows 790 
 
 Sweet  is  the  prayer  whose  holy  stream 640 
 
 Sweet  is  the  time  of  spring 1208 
 
 Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  ray  King 407 
 
 Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love 1133 
 
 Sweet  was  the  time,  when  first  I  felt 981 
 
 Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song 1237 
 
 Talk  with  us,  Lord,  thyself  reveal 873 
 
 Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days 1009 
 
 Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 829 
 
 Ten  thousand  times  the  sound  "Prepare" 411 
 
 That  awful  day  will  surely  come 1095 
 
 That  doleful  night  before  his  death 378 
 
 That  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh 274 
 
 That  man  is  blest  who  stands  in  awe 837 
 
 The  broken  bread,  the  blessed  cup 368 
 
 The  counsels  of  redeeming  grace 119 
 
 The  day  approacheth,  O  my  soul 413 
 
 The  day  is  past  and  gone 760 
 
 The  eye  of  God  is  everywhere 23 
 
 The  flowery  Spring  at -God's  command 1161 
 
 The  glories  of  my  Maker,  God 85 
 
 The  glorious  universe  around 803 
 
 The  God  of  harvest  praise 1167 
 
 The  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 11 
 
 The  gospel!  O  what  endless  charms 509 
 
 The  gospel-ship  is  sailing 958 
 
 The  graceful  lilies  of  the  field 101 
 
 The  grave  is  now  a  favored  spot 1059 
 
 The  great  archangel's  trump  shall  sound 1096 
 
 The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with,  &c 208 
 
 The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord 117 
 
 The  hoary  frost,  the  fleecy  snow 1173 
 
 The  law  and  prophets  all  foretold 257 
 
 The  leaves  around  me  falling 1169 
 
 The  long-lost  son  with  streaming  eyes 997 
 
 The  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord 243 
 
 The  Lord  is  risen  indeed 204 
 
 848 
 
INDEX. 
 
 ITTMBER 
 
 The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns — And lO 
 
 The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns — His 3 
 
 The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 9! 
 
 The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 
 
 The  Lord  of  earth  and  sky 1164 
 
 The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns.  &c 107 
 
 The  Lord  of  life,  with  glory  crowned 2H 
 
 The  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might 3] 
 
 The  Lord  shall  come,  the  earth  shall,  &c 108£ 
 
 The  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns 21. 
 
 The  Lord,  the  sovereign  King 10^ 
 
 The  mellow  eve  is  gliding 768 
 
 The  moment  a  sinner  believes 547 
 
 The  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets 1073 
 
 The  morning  light  is  breaking 270 
 
 The  once  loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead 1065 
 
 The  pearl  that  worldlings  covet 562 
 
 The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod 1182 
 
 The  pity  of  the  Lord 77 
 
 The  power  to  bless  my  house 738 
 
 The  praying  spirit  breathe 631 
 
 The  promises  I  sing 65 
 
 The  rosy  light  is  dawning 402 
 
 The  sacraments  are  holy  signs 350 
 
 The  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 526 
 
 The  Saviour  kindly  calls 359 
 
 The  Saviour  !  oh,  what  endless  charms 552 
 
 The  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose 300 
 
 The  spacious  firmament  on  high 6 
 
 The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word 120 
 
 The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 530 
 
 The  sprinkled  blood  is  speaking 197 
 
 The  thing  my  God  doth  hate 605 
 
 The  time  is  short !  the  season  near 419 
 
 The  true  Messiah  now  appears 145 
 
 The  truth  of  God  shall  still  endure 66 
 
 The  voice  is  hushed,  the  gentle  voice 1048 
 
 The  voice  of  free  grace 515 
 
 The  winter  is  over  and  gone 116£ 
 
 2  L  2  849 
 
INDEX. 
 
 KTSIBEB 
 
 Thee,  King  of  saints,  we  praise 382 
 
 Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name 1008 
 
 Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Word 157 
 
 There  is  a  better  world,  they  say 1114 
 
 There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep 1061 
 
 There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 189 
 
 There  is  a  glorious  world  of  light 1193 
 
 There  is  a  God  all  nature  speaks 4 
 
 There  is  a  happy  land 119-5 
 
 There  is  a  hope,  a  blessed  hope 846 
 
 There  is  a  land  far  out  of  sight 1101 
 
 There  is  a  land  immortal 1126 
 
 There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 1097 
 
 There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 1102 
 
 There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  die 1214 
 
 There  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are,  &c 1123 
 
 There  is  a  spot  to  me  more  dear 568 
 
 There  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 112 
 
 There  is  no  name  so  sweet  on  earth 879 
 
 There's  a  friend  above  all  others 539 
 
 There's  a  land  of  peerless  beauty 1132 
 
 There's  a  song  the  angels  sing 163 
 
 There  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale 7 
 
 There's  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round 42 
 
 They  are  going — only  going 1063 
 
 Think  gently  of  the  erring  one 834 
 
 This  God  is  the  God  we  adore 64 
 
 This  is  not  my  place  of  resting 957 
 
 This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love 128 
 
 This  stone  to  thee  in  faith  we  lay 1177 
 
 Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave 1052 
 
 Thou  art  our  Shepherd,  glorious  God 1200 
 
 Thou  art  the  way  :  to  thee  alone 232 
 
 Thou  didst,  O  mighty  God,  exist 1 
 
 Though  I  have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord 461 
 
 Though  the  days  are  dark  with  trouble 23  3 
 
 Though  troubles  assail  and  dangers,  &c 100 
 
 Thou  hidden  source  of  calm  repose 97 
 
 Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead ; 1084 
 
 850 
 
INDEX. 
 
 KUMBEB 
 
 Thou,  Lord,  hast  blest  my  going  out 6S5 
 
 Thou,  Lord,  reignst  in  this  bosom 588 
 
 Thou  Shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine 895 
 
 Thou  sweet  gliding  Kedron 168 
 
 Thou  that  dost  my  life  prolong 754 
 
 Thou  very  Paschal  Lamb 141 
 
 Thou  whose  almighty  word 268 
 
 Thou  who  hast  in  Zion  laid 1180 
 
 Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord 838 
 
 Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 773 
 
 Thus  I  resolved  before  the  Lord 687 
 
 Thus  spake  the  Saviour  when  he  sent 321 
 
 Thy  ceaseless,  unexhausted  love 57 
 
 Thy  law  is  perfect.  Lord  of  light 121 
 
 Thy  mercy  heard  my  infant  prayer 1013 
 
 Thy  neighbor?  'Tis  he  whom  thou 830 
 
 Thy  presence,  gracious  Lord,  afford : 316 
 
 Thy  providence,  great  God,  we  praise 1166 
 
 Thy  way,  0  God,  is  in  the  sea 88 
 
 Thy  ways,  0  Lord,  with  wise  design 87 
 
 Thy  word,  Almighty  God 125 
 
 Time  is  winging  us  away 1000 
 
 Times  without  number  have  I  prayed..., 9S2 
 
 'Tis  a  blessed  thought  to  know 214 
 
 ;T  is  a  point  I  long  to  know 990 
 
 'T  is  by  faith  of  joys  to  come 556 
 
 'Tis  finished!  so  the  Saviour  cried 371 
 
 'T  is  finished,  the  Messiah  dies 191 
 
 'Tis  God  the  Spirit,  leads 278 
 
 'T  is  gone  alas  !  another  year 1148 
 
 'T  is  good  to  wait  upon  the  Lord 654 
 
 'Tis  midnight,  and  on  Olive's  brow 175 
 
 'T  is  my  happiness  below 916 
 
 'Tis  religion  that  can  give 655 
 
 'T  is  sweet  to  rest  in  lively  hope 1022 
 
 'Tis  wisdom,  mercy,  love  divine 95 
 
 To-day  the  Saviour  calls 522 
 
 To-day  we  lay  the  corner-stone 1175 
 
 To  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost .* 1256 
 
 851 
 
INDEX. 
 
 NUMBER 
 
 To  God  I  lift  mine  eyes 94 
 
 To  God— the  Father,  Son 1257  &  1259 
 
 To  God  the  only  wise 43 
 
 To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes 86 
 
 To  Jesus  our  edited  Lord 379 
 
 Co  praise  the  ever-bounteous  Lord 1165 
 
 Co  thee  be  praise  forever 1260 
 
 To  thee,  0  God  in  heaven 358 
 
 Co  thee,  0  God,  when  pastors  fail 1047 
 
 To  the  wandering  and  the  weary 538 
 
 To  thy  pastures  green  and  fair 1211 
 
 To  thy  temple  I  repair 396 
 
 To  us  a  child  is  born  from  heaven 148 
 
 To  us  a  child  of  hope  is  born 154 
 
 To  us  a  child  of  royal  birth 152 
 
 Trembling  before  thine  awful  throne 875 
 
 Triumphant  Zion  !  lift  thy  head 258 
 
 Try  us,  0  God,  and  search  the  ground 797 
 
 T  was  by  an  order  from  the  Lord Ill 
 
 T  was  Jesus'  last  and  great  command 295 
 
 T  was  the  commission  of  our  Lord 351 
 
 Under  the  banner  of  Temperance  we,  &c 1242 
 
 Unvail  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 1058 
 
 Urge  on  your  rapid  course 708 
 
 Vain  are  all  terrestrial  pleasures 892 
 
 /ain  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 567 
 
 /ain,  delusive  world,  adieu 874 
 
 /ain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear 417 
 
 /ictim  Divine!  thy  grace  we  claim 221 
 
 Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame 1026 
 
 -Vait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Makers  will 41 
 
 Vatched  by  the  world's  malignant  eye 608 
 
 ■Vatchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night 265 
 
 Ve  are  bound  for  the  land  of  promise 972 
 
 Ve  are  going,  we  are  going 1111 
 
 rVe  are  joyously  voyaging  over  the  main 968 
 
 852 
 
TSDEX. 
 
 KTMBEtt 
 
 We  are  out  on  an  ocean  sailing 962 
 
 We  are  pilgrims  on  the  earth 951 
 
 Weary  of  wandering  long 967 
 
 We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 293 
 
 We  bless  the  prophet  of  the  Lord 226 
 
 We  by  his  Spirit  prove 596 
 
 We  have  no  home  but  heaven 950 
 
 We  lay  thee  in  the  silent  tomb. 1066 
 
 Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 409 
 
 We  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore 703 
 
 We  must  labor  while  't  is  day 733 
 
 We  need  not  soar  above  the  skies 25 
 
 We  're  trav'ling  home  to  heaven  above 973 
 
 We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever 1072 
 
 We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest 1128 
 
 We  've  joined  the  glorious  army 697 
 
 What  cheering  words  are  these 664 
 
 What  if  our  bark  o'er  life's  rough  wave 966 
 
 What  is  our  calling's  glorious  hope 601 
 
 What  is  our  God,  or  what  his  name 16 
 
 What  is  the  thing  of  greatest  prize 535 
 
 What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 338 
 
 What  sinners  value,  I  resign 1077 
 
 What 's  this  that  steals 1025 
 
 What  various  hindrances  we  meet 659 
 
 When  Abr'ham,  full  of  sacred  awe 1249 
 
 When  Adam  sinned,  through  all  his  race 132 
 
 When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 78 
 
 When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way 984 
 
 When,  as  returns  this  solemn  day 397 
 
 When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away 1071 
 
 When  death's  before  my  sight 1016 
 
 When  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer 1020 
 
 When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view 919 
 
 When  God — neglected  or  denied 19 
 
 When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name 570 
 
 When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 960 
 
 When  Israel  out  of  Egypt  came 32 
 
 When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 180 
 
 853 
 
INDEX. 
 
 NUMBEB 
 
 "When  languor  and  disease  invade 930 
 
 When  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain 678 
 
 "When  morning's  first  and  hallowed  ray 749 
 
 When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past 934 
 
 When  on  the  brink  of  death 1014 
 
 When  poison  spreading  through  their,  &c 142 
 
 When  power  divine  in  mortal  form 923 
 
 When  quiet  in  ray  house  I  sit 123 
 
 When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death 476 
 
 When  shall  I  hear  the  inward  voice 597 
 
 When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 273 
 
 When  shall  thy  love  constrain 491 
 
 When  shall  we  all  meet  again 813 
 
 When  shall  we  meet  again 812 
 
 When  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 1078 
 
 When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  &c 1092 
 
 When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled 1087 
 
 When  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vale 1162 
 
 When  we,  with  welcome  slumber 747 
 
 Where'er  we  meet,  you  always  say 994 
 
 Where  is  the  Hebrews'  God 344 
 
 Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord 393 
 
 Where  we  oft  have  met  in  gladness 1067 
 
 Wherewith,  O  Lord,  shall  I  draw  near 455 
 
 Which  of  the  monarchs  of  the  earth 92 
 
 While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light  1007 
 
 While  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness,  &c 179 
 
 While  shepherds  watched  their  nocks,  &c 156 
 
 While  to  the  grave  our  friends  are  borne 1033 
 
 While  wandering  to  and  fro 901 
 
 While  we  walk  with  God  in  light 799 
 
 While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 1149 
 
 Whilst  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  power 904 
 
 Whither,  pilgrims,  are  you  going 969 
 
 Who  fire  those  arrayed  in  white 1103 
 
 Who  are  those  in  bright  array 1110 
 
 Who  in  the  Lord  confide 348 
 
 Who  will  go  to  rear  the  standard 260 
 
 Why  have  we  lips,  if  not  to  sing 431 
 
 8oi 
 
INDEX. 
 
 yUMDER 
 
 Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee 986 
 
 Why  not  now,  my  God,  my  God 502 
 
 Why  that  look  of  sadness 518 
 
 Why  should  the  children  of  a  king 598 
 
 Why  should  we  boast  of  time  to  come 434 
 
 Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die 1027 
 
 Why  will  ye  lavish  out  your  years 428 
 
 Wide  is  the  gate  and  broad  the  way 974 
 
 Winter  has  a  joy  for  me 1150 
 
 Wisdom  ascribe,  and  might,  and  praise 1157 
 
 With  eye  impartial,  heaven's  high  King 50 
 
 "With  heavenly  power,  O  Lord,  defend 322 
 
 With  holy  fear  and  humble  song 1139 
 
 With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 224 
 
 "Within  these  walls  be  peace 1199 
 
 Within  these  walls,  0  God 1189 
 
 With  stately  towers  and  bulwarks  strong 329 
 
 With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around 909 
 
 With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament 449 
 
 Working,  0  Christ,  with  thee 1197 
 
 Would  Jesus  have  the  sinner  die 195 
 
 Ye  angels  who  mortals  attend 574 
 
 Ye  erring  souls  that  wildly  roam 511 
 
 Ye  faithful  souls,  who  Jesus  know 60G 
 
 Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven  farewell 1135 
 
 Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm 1205 
 
 Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 52 
 
 Ye  men  and  angels,  witness  now 340 
 
 Ye  messengers  of  Christ 308 
 
 Ye  mourners  who  in  silent  gloom 1044 
 
 Ye  ransomed  sinners,  hear 599 
 
 Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 325 
 
 Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee 271 
 
 Ye  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race 914 
 
 Ye  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record 56 
 
 Yes.  the  Redeemer  rose 201 
 
 Yes!  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking 2*34 
 
 Ye  virgin  souls  arise 277 
 
 855 
 
DTOEX. 
 
 MUMBKB 
 
 Ye,  who  in  former  days 978 
 
 Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor 519 
 
 Yield  to  me  now  for  I  am  weak 482 
 
 Yonder — amazing  sight!  I  see 183 
 
 Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints 878 
 
 Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded 349 
 
 Zion  !  the  marvelous  story  be  telling 173 
 
 856 
 
 STEREOTYPED  AT  THE  FRANKLIN  TYPE   FOUNDRY,   CINCINNATI,  0. 
 
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