FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY - .-; , - 7 IU ^ i;vfr*u K HYMNS, ORIGINAL AND SELECTED. J. F. ELWIN. LONDON: MORGAN AND CHASE, 38, LUDGATE HILL. A nd may be ordered of any Bookseller. PREFACE. The uninterrupted publication of Hymns and Hymn Books of late years, both for public and private use, has been a cause of surprise to some, and objected to by not a few. It has been said, "Why not have fewer Hymn Books, and include all the good Hymns in these?" It is true that the multiplication of Hymn Books for public use may cause some inconveniences, but whilst individuals, as well as congregations of Christians, differ so widely as they do in their views and expressions, it is not likely that there will be any diminution in the number of com- pilations and selections of Hymns. Whilst we may desire that there should be more union of mind and judgment in matters of doctrine and worship, and upon the subject of books of praise and divine song, a different view may be taken of the numberless Hymn Books extant. We may readily see that there is, in our day — together with its new openings of thought, and its varied tendencies — a decided spirit of worship, of devo- tion, and of communion with God ; these find their expression in the publication of all kinds of Hymns, and of every variety of selections. The service of song was an important one in Jewish times. David gave great attention to it during his reign. In the present age, especially in the later centuries, much care has been bestowed upon this branch of wor- ship. Doubtless the use of " psalms, and hymns, and spiritual songs," was common in the Apostles' days. iv PREFACE. In the fourth century, Ephraim, the Syrian, composed Christian Hymns, and wisely set them to approved mea- sures and tunes. Harmonius, a heretic, had composed other Hymns for the use of the Syrians, tainted with unsound doctrines. The devout Ephraim used the tunes, but adapted more Scriptural words, and these were made useful to the Christians of his day. Augustine, in the next century, whilst in a perplexed and unsettled mind, declared that the hymns and songs he heard in the assembly of God's people moved his soul intensely ; the truth was distilled by them into his heart, the flame of piety was kindled, and his tears flowed for joy. The practice of singing, after the manner of the East, was introduced into the West, and thence the custom is supposed to have spread. It was at Milan where Augus- tine heard the charming sounds which had not long been introduced there. The singing of Hymns in the time of the Wesleys was with much effect, and many souls were thereby blessed. In our own time, striking Hymns, adapted to lively measures and beautiful tunes, have been, and are, of great service, in quickening the drooping spirits of believers, and even in the reviving of the work of the Lord. If the tendencies of these days are, in one direction, to evil, to divergence, to license, to philosophy, and to false and carnal religion, let it never be forgotten that — in another aspect of the times — we may truly say we are living in bright days ; days of conversion, days of solid truth, of individual Christianity, and of real desire on the part of many to return to the new commandment. Let us be thankful for the prolongation of outward peace, for the diffusion of the Gospel, and that Gospel so purely preached ; for many conversions, for the truth held and taught, for the much Christian life and grace, PREFACE. v and for the spirit of united communion, so largely and graciously — though we may, perhaps, say, unexpectedly- - vouchsafed to us. Some have sang, — " Great was Thy children's mutual love, O God, in bygone days ; 'Twas a bright mirror of Thy name For men and angels' gaze. " But where is now the unity Of happier days of yore? Its brightness, freshness, fragrance, Lord, Oh, when wilt thou restore !" * They have prayed in the following words : — " Lord, let Thy people's concord be An image bright of things above, A glass to shew the Unity Of Father, Son, and Spirit's love ; A living picture to display The love that we can ne'er repay?" * May we not say that the God of all grace and long- suffering has answered that prayer ? Great answers have come to small prayers, but these prayers were the breathings of the Spirit. Many a sad and way-worn saint Has kept the midnight watch in prayer, And He who heard their loud complaint, Has brought the promised blessing near. From heaven reviving breezes blow, O'er deserts waste they sweep around : Whilst streams like mountain torrents flow O'er parched, dry, and thirsty ground. The author of this humble publication feels consider- able reluctance in adding another to the many private books of praise and song which are to be found in use. No one will be more painfully conscious than himself that the original Hymns have no pretensions to high and bold flights of poetic composition. Were it not that he has been pressed repeatedly to put together these Hymns, and allow them to appear in print, they would not have been published. The reasons which weighed against * Hymns by R. C. C. vi PREFACE. urgent solicitations of friends were that the original Hymns were never intended for public printing, but at the very outside, for friends. They were written during seasons of anxiety, discipline, and varied spiritual ex- periences, more for the profit and comfort of the author himself than for others. If they have any merits they are as follows: They may lead to the closer study and enjoyment of God's Word, and may be suggestive in thoughts and ideas of Christian experience. They may also help to com- fort and to edify certain believers in the family of God. Hymns, in their increasing varieties, are generally sought after, and are often made very useful. Would that the Word of God — the inspired Book — were more studied. Hymns are as cordials and dainty food ; the Holy Scriptures contain the more pure and wholesome daily bread, the unadulterated milk, as well as strong meat, honey, and wine. It contains, too, cordials and dainty meat. Times of increasing need, and spiritual darkness without and around, demand corresponding light and truth within. God's Holy Word contains all that which will prove for instruction, warning, and teach- ing. Its doctrines and its scope meet the need of our present life ; and its immediate connection is with the great and certain future, to which all true believers are looking. Should the pages now before the reader lead to a deeper reverence for that Word, to more delight and diligence in searching the same, to more subjection of soul to God, and communion with Him — should they lead any to cultivate a wider and more catholic union of spirit with all true believers — there will be reasons for thankfulness to God that they have been made public. " Grace be with all them that love our Lord Jesus Christ insincerity." .^^ /u l^ s Their heavenly Father can. In every age the mighty hand Of God has been made known ; To saints of every tongue and tribe His power has been shown. The breath of prayer on high ascends, The answers come from Heaven ; And grateful praise from grateful hearts To God alone is given. (How dear to me " the throne of grace," How dear the Father's love ; Christ in his fulness, all are mine, And these I know, I prove ! The Holy Spirit, too, is mine, He dwells within my breast ; God speaks to me, I speak to God, And I, indeed, am blest !) How oft His answers have surprised The feeble faith I brought ; I begged for little, but He gave More than I asked or thought I And often in the lowest dust Ashamed I'm forced to lie, Whilst I regard the gifts bestowed In answer to my cry. But should the answer be delayed, And faith be sharply tried, Patience and hope must still endure, And God be glorified. J. F. E. f*A ISE, • Wh080 offort'th praise glorifieth Me." My Christian life began with prayer, That need for all my days ; ? Tis meet that such a life on earth Be finished with praise. My forty years of wilderness, With all its ills and woes, With all its strange and changeful scenes, Its agonies and throes, Is just the school wherein I find What God would have me see, That I a guilty sinner am, But Jesus died for me I When I retrace the days and hours Of this short pilgrimage, I mark a Father's hand in all, At every step and stage ! His promises have fed my hope, His love has won my heart ; His tender pity and His grace Have made my fears depart ! His providence and miracles To faith have given eyes ; And knowledge, growing day by day, Has caused my joys to rise. My memory tells of dangerous paths, Perplexing times and cares ; Trials, temptations, wrestlings strong, With griefs, and sighs, and tears. I think of errors overruled, Of prayers daily heard ; My steps upheld ; my soul restored By God's enlightening Word ! I call to mind the well-known voice Which softly said, " Tis I ; " I think astonished of the One Unseen, but yet so nigh ! His gentle hand upon me laid, When most I needed it, Proved He was skilful to perform, What wisdom judged was fit. Deserts were crossed, and devious paths, Kough waves and stormy sea ; And yet in all, by day, by night, He safely guided me '. Shall I not then attune my lyre, Mounting on swifter wing, High Heaven's inner court to gain, My offering there to bring ? — And through my Great High Priest above The purest worship raise ; Joining with martyrs, fathers, saints, In " sacrifice of praise " ? J. F. E. Morgan, Chase, & Scott, London. Price 6d. per dozen. CONTENTS. ORIGINAL HYMNS. Hark ! those clear, those solemn sounds How precious is that resting place . Upon the Cross, extended wide Jesus ! I praise Thee, gracious Lord ! Attend, my soul, to Jesu's word Peace ! 'tis a word well known above Peace, what a precious sound ! My Saviour drank, when here below "When like a stream my comforts flow Whene'er my comforts cease to flow Dost thou, believer, seek to know Apart from busy care and strife How can I know my path to-day . When first the Gospel of thy grace Thee, O my God ! the living' God . It is Thy presence, my God ! Though in a world of sin Behold, what a glorious nuptial day How good and pleasant is the sight Washed from my sins, redeemed and justified See how yon distant pilgrim band . Page 9 11 12 13 15 16 17 18 20 21 22 23 25 27 29 50 31 33 34 35 SELECTED HYMNS. Fear not that God will e'er forsake One glance of Thine, eternal Lord Oh, what shall I feel in Thy presence But this I do find, we two are so joined For mercies, countless as the sands The more Thy glories strike mine eyes ■Whatever passes as a cloud between I'm glad I know that Christ shall reign O love of unexampled kind How happy, how divinely Vest Oh, for a faith that will not shrink As when a child, secure of harms Come, ye that love the Lord Happy the saints who first professed My God ! my life ! my love ! My thirsty spirits faints One in the ruin sin hath wrought There is an eye that never sleeps 40 41 41 42 42 42 43 43 44 4-1 45 46 47 48 48 49 49 Vlll CONTENTS. Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees Come, let us join our friends above . My brotherhood's a circle stretching wide The saints in prayer appear as one Sweet is the union true believers feel And if our fellowship below Why should we differ by the way . Our little systems have their day . Be useful where thou livest . In faith and love thy course of duty Faith lives with Christ, to Christ it tends Extracts from Hewitson and Evans Yes, every word of grace is strong Dear Fountain of delights unknown The best obedience at my hands My God, the spring of all my joys . No blood of beasts on altars slain . Give to the winds thy fears . Calvary's summit let me trace How oft have sin and Satan strove . Gethsemane, can I forget Jesus ! the name to sinners dear Lord ! it belongs not to my care The Cross ! its burden, oh, how great What sinners value I resign The soul that on Jesus has leaned . Thou bid'st me come; Thy voice I know I will not work my soul to save Thy way, God, is in the sea Anoint mine eyes, holy Dove To comprehend, and fully prove Water from salvation's wells Death to a saint is victory won Call it not death, when Christ's redeemed Around the Throne above there stood Lord, enlarge my scanty thought Pape . 49 . 50 . 51 . 51 . 52 . 52 . 52 . 52 . 53 . 53 . 53 . 53 . 53 . 53 . 54 . 54 . 54 . 55 . 56 . 56 . 57 . 57 . 58 . 59 . 59 . 59 . 60 . 60 . 61 . 61 . 62 . 62 . 63 . 64 . 64 . 64 ORIGINAL HYMNS. "NOT BY MIGHT, NOB BY POWER, BUT BY MY SPIRIT, SAITH THE LORD OF HOSTS." Suggested on visiting a place where the power of God had been mani- fested in the conversion of sinners. Hark those clear, those solemn sounds, Hark that " still small voice" from far, E'en like music's gentle chords Palling on the evening air ! Tis the Spirit's voice from high, 'Tis the Word of God in power, 'Tis the drops from clouds divine, God's own fertilizing shower. Hark ! that " mighty rushing wind " Sweeps along with conquering force ; Souls are quickened and renewed, Sinners stung with sin's remorse. 'Tis Thy work, Thou Holy One, Mighty Spirit, Heavenly Dove, Now victorious by Thy power, Now a Conqueror through Thy love. io ORIGINAL HYMNS. Raise the eye and see yon cloud, Cloud no bigger than a hand, Faith doth know that cloud shall burst, And obey divine command. Human wisdom set at nought, ("Weak indeed is human will,) God Almighty does His work, Creature striving may be still. Hush, my soul, to hear the sound, Let thy listening ear attend ; Catch the shower from heaven's clouds, Living rain which God doth send. Lo, thy God doth now arise, Sweetly blows the heavenly breeze, Power divine, and that alone, Works at liberty and ease. Thus, let courage fresh revive, Be thou helped upon thy way, Speed thee onward, upward still, To the realms of endless day ! ORIGINAL HYMNS. n THE CROSS OF CHRIST. "Looking [off] unto Jesus." How precious is that resting place — The Cross of Christ, my Lord ! What depths unknown of love and grace ! What peace it doth afford ! Burdened with sin, and guilt, and shame, To that dear Cross I look, And there, "by faith, "behold the Lamb" Who all my sorrows took. Whilst still I view the wondrous sight, And call the Saviour mine, I contemplate with clearer light This mystery divine. I see that God's beloved Son For me the Cross sustained ; Alone the victory He won, Alone the triumph gained ! As Moses raised, by God's decree, The^ brazen serpent high, That dying Israelites might see, And seeing, should not die ; So Calvary's cross, by faith discerned, A living power gives : — When Christ, as " Lamb of God," is learned, The dying sinner lives. If life by looking thus is found, May I intently gaze ; Then will my love to Christ abound, Then shall I speak His praise. 12 ORIGINAL HYMNS. MY SAVIOUE. " Christ crucified." " The wisdom of God." " Which none of the princes of this world knew, for had they known, they would not have crucified the Lord of Glory." Upon the Cross, extended wide, Behold my Saviour — crucified ! Wonder for heaven and earth to see, For men and angels, — and for me. Jesus, the Holy One, from high, Stoops to this lower world to die ; He brings salvation full and free To guilty sinners, — e'en to me. Reason, with all her powers so keen, May gaze, though not discern this scene ; But, lost and ruined, I exclaim, " >Tis Christ Himself, the heavenly Lamb !" Though man bestows no tear, no sigh, ]Sor wonder sees that Christ should die ; My loosened tongue cries, " He is mine, My Saviour, and my Lord Divine"! As needy, prodigal, and lost, Jesus becomes my only boast ; My inmost soul adores His name, "Whilst I confess His highest fame. I need not learning's subtle speech, His person and His work to teach; My heart o'erflows with warmest love And makes my lips aright to move. The above resulted from reading the devout meditations of Ephraim the Syrian, of the 4th century, (a time of speculation and of endless controversy upon the nature of the ever blessed Son of God) who exposed the folly and. sin of reasoning upon the Divinity. Ephraim concludes his remarks thus — "who suffered for me, an unworthy sinner." — Milner's Ch. Hist., chap, xxi. cent. 4. ORIGINAL HYMNS. 13 " I AM THE GOOD SHEPHERD." " He restoreth my soul." "For his name's sake." " The good Shepherd giveth his life for the sheep." Jesus ! I praise Thee, gracious Lord ! That, by Thy purchase, I am Thin?, Taught of Thy Spirit, through Thy Word, And quickened by Thy life divine. I praise Thee too for something more, Which proofs unnumbered make me know ; E'en that Thou dost my soul restore, And teach the way I am to go. Oft from forgetfulness of Thee, Or led away by Satan's power, Tempted to yield, or else to flee, I fail when in the trying hour. But Thou at God's right hand dost live, And intercession ever make ; Almighty grace dost freely give, And part in my afflictions take. How different are the ways of men, When they my paths do not approve ! Their friendships quickly fade, and then They leave me, or they cease to love. But when Thou lovest once, my Lord, My Shepherd, and my faithful Friend, Thou lovest of Thine own accord, And lovest even to the end. H ORIGINAL HYMNS. And 'tis Thine own delight to find Thy straying sheep on mountains cold ; Its wounds and scars in love to bind, And shut it in thy happy fold. With gladness and rejoicing Upon Thy shoulders Thou dost bear, And safe the helpless wanderer bring Under Thine own peculiar care. jSo marvel this, Thou Shepherd dear, Thy love is like the ocean deep ; To save the lost Thou earnest here, And laid Thy life down for the sheep. Help me to others, Lord, to show That pity and restoring love, Which I by deep experience know, And which from Thee I daily prove. ORIGINAL HYMNS. 15 "ABIDE IN ME, AND I IN YOTL" Attend, my soul, to Jesus' word, 'Tis His own voice which speaks to thee ; Hast thou aright those accents heard, Those sounds divine, "Abide in Me"? The Life, the Light, the Holy One, The very God, the Lord, 'twas He, The well-beloved, eternal Son Left the command, " Abide in Me." The One who made the heavens above, The sun, the moon, the earth, the sea, To sinners speaks in tenderest love, And. says to them, "Abide in Me." He who His Father's precepts heard, Abiding in His love, 'twas He Whose mouth declared that suited word To helpless ones, "Abide in Me." The Sacrifice, the Lamb of God, The Sufferer upon the tree, Who shed His own most precious blood, Said with His lips, "Abide in Me." Attentively my ear I bend, And think with wonder, can it be That Christ Himself should condescend Such words to breathe, " Abide in Me "? Lord, I come, Thou living Tine ; "Where else in weakness could I flee ? Help me to mind that word of Thine, That word /need,— " Abide in Me." And whilst the blest command I keep, The promise may I hold in view, So full of arace, so high, so deep, "Which Thou hast said, — "and I in you !" 1 6 ORIGINAL HYMNS. PEACE. " Having made peace through the blood of his cross." "Peace/" 'tis a word well known above In regions of unclouded love, Where God His glory will display- In realms of bright, eternal day. But peace the sinner may possess, E'en in this world's waste wilderness, If sheltered by " the precious blood Of Christ," the spotless Lamb of God. " The Lord of Peace" the gift bestows, "Fruit of His cross, His death, His woes ; "Wrath He endured, and cruel pain That sinners might this "peace" obtain. Would saints His peace cm earth enjoy, Calm and unmixed, without alloy ; Then must the eye of faith " behold" That which to sense could not be told. No change faith's Object e'er can know, Changes belong to things below ; Pleasure will oft succeed despair, Or joy give place to anxious care ; But trusting in the mighty Lord, East holding His unchanging Word, Using His grace for every day, Abiding in the narrow way, ORIGINAL HYMNS. i; Heeding the Spirit's still small voice, In Christ contented to rejoice, Our faith and hope will then increase, — Our life, uninterrupted peace ! And thus, whate'er earth's joy or woe, That peace will " as a river" flow, Deeper and wider rolling on, Till the vast ocean shall be won. "The peace of God/" beyond compare, To weary pilgrims, oh, how dear ! As life's strange journey they pursue With heaven's eternal home in view. This and the following hymn were written on the Mediterranean during a violent storm, on a voyage from ^Marseilles to Sicily. "PEACE AND LOVE." Eph. vi. 23; Jude 2. Peace, what a precious sound ! Tell it the world around ; Christ hath made peace. Our souls are brought to God By the atoning blood, And crowned with every good : He hath made peace. Yes, 'twas the dying Lamb, Jesus, — His precious name, This peace who made : 'Twas His own life He gave, And triumphed o'er the grave, Our guilty souls to save : He peace hath made ! B ORIGINAL HYMNS. Love was the spring of all, Outdoing Adam's fall — The love of God! My soul, this love adore, And praise for evermore, Yea, sound from shore to shore The love of God ! Lord, teach me, line hy line, This wondrous love Divine, "Without compare ! Its depths and heights to know, Its character to show To mortals here below — Thy love so rare ! Thus I shall peace enjoy: Who can its course destroy, When He speaks peace ? 'Tis in my God I rest ; How richly am I blest ! I need not be distressed, Whilst He speaks peace. " MY CUP RUNNETH OYER." My Saviour drank, when here below, A cup of sorrow and of woe ; But mine with blessings doth o'erflow ! My Saviour's head with thorn was crowned, His honour trampled on the ground ; But I a king and priest am found ! My Saviour's face — that face Divine — Was marred, and spit upon : — but mine With heavenly joy and peace may shine ! ORIGINAL HYMNS. 19 His hands and feet were pierced through, And, with the spear, His body too ; Eut mine are free His work to do ! My Saviour's griefs and stripes, how great! His sufferings who can e'er relate ? Eut I need bear no heavy weight ! Oh, let me then with joy pursue My happy path, and keep in view The prize my Lord to faith doth show. Abound, my soul, in faith and love ; The teachings of thy God approve, Which fit thee for thy home above. Shun not the Saviour's cross and shame ; Eut spread the virtues of His name, And tell His everlasting fame. 'Tis but a little season here, To walk and serve in godly fear ; Eut 'tis eternal ages there ! Spend then thy u little while" below, The praises of thy God to show, And day by day in grace to grow. With Christ already thou art one ; And life eternal is begun, Which shall endure when time is done ! b 2 2o ORIGINAL HYMNS. THE FEAK OF THE LORD. " Be thou in the fear of the Lord all the day long." I. IN JOY. When like a stream my comforts flow, And when my sky doth bright appear, 'Tis then my weakness I would know, And seek to walk in " godly fear." When smooth my path from outward ill, From inward and perplexing care, May heavenly thoughts my spirit fill, And may I walk in holy fear ! When fierce temptation lulls awhile, And heaven itself doth seem so near : Oh, let me not mistake the smile, And cease to move in filial fear! When God is pleased my work to bless, And when'l count His service dear, I do not need to walk the less In " reverence and godly fear." When dearest friends my path approve, And nought provokes the falling tear, May Christ my heart inflame with love, And keep my steps in holy fear. And so whate'er I do, in all May I be guileless and sincere, My feet will ne'er bte left to fall Whilst walking on in holy fear. Let God's own Book my mind possess, And let me all His words revere ; My daily sins and faults confess, And walk in reverence and fear. ORIGINAL HYMNS. 21 THE FEAR OF THE LORD. " Let us have grace whereby we may serve God acceptably, with reverence and godly fear." II. IX SORROW. Whene'er my comforts cease to flow, And when my sky doth dark appear, 'Tis God's own voice which bids me know My need to walk in holy fear. And when o'er whelmed with earthly grief, Or pressed with sorrow and with care, That still small voice affords relief Which bids me walk in " godly fear." When fierce temptation's blast awhile "With sweeping torrent draweth near, When nothing greets me with a smile, 'Tis then I learn to walk in fear. When God appeareth not to bless That service I account so dear, I learn to trust myself the less, And seek to walk in " godly fear." When dearest friends no more approve My ways, and thus provoke the tear, Then am I called much more to move In " reverence and godly fear." And so whate'er my lot, in all May I be humble and sincere, Since pride and sin will cause my fall, And turn my steps from holy fear. Let God's own Book my mind possess, And let me all His words revere ; My daily sins and faults confess, And walk in reverence and fear. ORIGINAL HYMNS. THE CALLING OF THE CHRISTIAN. "Walk worthy of the vocation wherewith ye are called." Dost thou, believer, seek to know, "Whilst thou art sojourning below, Thy choicest blessings, rich and great, Thy calling and thy high estate ? The Word of God thou must explore, And search its deep, exhaustless store ; — W r ith heart upright, and feet unshod, Led by the Spirit of thy God, Thou shalt, with faith's clear vision, see The mysteries which apply to thee ; The highest wonders thou shalt trace Of sovereign and Almighty grace : Each precious truth, with power revealed, Shall in thy heart be deeply sealed. WTiile at the cross thou tarriest Thine inmost soul shall there be blest ; There shalt thou learn the depths of sin, That burden thou dost feel within ; There also scan those heights of Love Which soar thine utmost thought above ; And there thy stony heart shall break, For thou shalt of that Love partake. The Lamb of God upon the tree ! Nailed, put to death, and pierced for thee I ORIGINAL HYMNS. In Him thou shalt thy pardon learn, And Him as Son of God discern. Whilst "crucified with Him'" thou art, "In Him " now raised thou hast part, Yea, thou shalt live ; yet not in thee, In Christ Himself thy life shall be. But more than this, that record true Tells that the Son of God for you The place of shame and sorrow took, And God his Well-beloved forsook, That you "in Him" might take His place, Exalted high by wondrous grace. Like as He is, e'en so thou art, For who from Him his saints can part ? (A king and priest thy titles are, High dignities, beyond compare !) And when His glory thou shalt see, Like Him in glory thou shalt be ! SUBJECTION TO GOD. Apart from busy care and strife Let me pursue my onward life ; Thy holy will, God, be mine, Perfect alone, because Divine ! Then great shall be my gain. 24 ORIGINAL HYMNS. Murmur and discontent, away ! I would begin a brighter day ; !N*o more my path I wish to choose, What to desire or to refuse, But self in Thee to lose. Like pliant clay I would to Thee In every thought and action be : " Thy will be done," my heart doth say, As on I journey, day by day, Across the desert way. To live for others — my God, Yes, 'twas the path that Jesus trod ; But best of all to live for Thee ! May this my daily business be, This service sweet and free ! The Spirit quiet, gentle, meek, My longing soul doth daily seek, And always in thy sight to live ; — 'Tis this my Father loves to give, And this I now would crave. Though sin and nature will oppose, Though many be my mighty foes ; The broken, contrite heart, Lord, To fear Thy name, to love Thy Word, Thou wilt to me afford. Then praise or blame alike shall be — ~No tongue of slander reaches me, If God and Christ my ways approve : My life is in that " perfect love " Which comes from Heaven above ! ORIGINAL HYMNS. 25 OBEDIENCE AND PATIEXCE. §1 <£ moment. JACOF., JOSEPH, MOSES. How can I know my path to-day, Or what to do or what to say, Unless my wakened ear I bend, And to the voice of God attend ? — He speaks, — and to my soul makes known His ivill, not mine, is to be done ; [Much that I value I must lose, And many cherished things refuse. This is the strait and narrow way Marked for the saint in every day ; In times of old as well as now, He must in meek obedience bow. Jacob thus finds in weariness How God designs his soul to bless ; Through days and nights of service hard To suffering long is he inured ; Much that he knew not, he discerns, And many needed lessons learns ; — Sees mercy in the chastening rod, And trusts the promise of his God. & n- •& if- And Joseph, too, must go alone To Egypt's land, and first be shown, Through strange and varied trial there, How God His servant would prepare ; In Pharaoh's royal court to shine With wisdom and with grace divine, And then his guilty brethren bless In days of famine and distress. 26 ORIGINAL HYMNS. The zeal of Moses must abate, And forty years lie needs must wait, (A stranger in a distant land ; But safe in God's preserving hand :) Pleasure he yields, as well as place, To suffer with the chosen race : — All Egypt's treasure countsbut loss, Her stores of wisdom worthless dross : With patient care, content to keep His father's flock of tender sheep — Till, in the awful fiery flame, He sees his God, and learns His name. 'Tis thus he is prepared at length "With wisdom, patience, and with strength, The ransomed flock of God to feed, And through the wilderness to lead. — So even Christ, the perfect Son, With meekness said, " Thy will he done!" His ear was opened day by day To what the Lorcl,His God should say ; Whate'er His Father taught, He said, His Father's pleasure fully did :— E'en He the Son obedience learned, Nor from the way to Calvary turned. (Strong cries were thine, and sweat of blood ! And then Thy cross, Thou Lamb of God!) * # •& * And shall not I my will submit To what my Lord shall judge most fit ? Shall I the path of suffering shun, Or fear to say, "Thy will he done" ? Teach me, Lord, Thy voice to hear ; Teach me, Lord, Thy word to fear ; ORIGINAL HYMNS. That with the spirit, gentle, meek, Thy mind to others I may speak. Thus, learning here to do Thy will, And all Thy pleasure to fulfil, Like to my Master I shall be, In patience and humility. FAITH AXD EXPEBIEXCE. ' The path of the just is as the shining light, which shineth more and more unto the perfect day." "Then shall we know, if we follow on to know the Lord." 'WKExJirst the gospel of Thy grace, Lord,my God, my heart received, I felt a calm, a heavenly peace, Eor on the Saviour I believed. But now ■, as years have rolled by, How far more rich that gospel seems ! How vast its breadth, how deep, how high ! How with eternal love it beams ! And so the Saviour's precious blood At first I viewed with thankful praise, Eut since I've learned its deeper good, A higher strain I'm called to raise. I thought a little of the cross, And of the sorrows of my Lord, Gladly for Him I suffered loss, And shame I willingly endured. Eut oh, His sufferings and His pain, His sorrows and His agony, I prove them now my greatest gain, And to His stripes for healing fly — ORIGINAL HYMNS. His Word — like honey to my taste — I sipped its comforts day by day, Drank at its streams with eager haste, And joyfully went on my way. But now that Word is like a mine Of wealth, yet richer far than gold ; Where God's eternal counsels shine, Which His own Spirit doth unfold. I read afresh its "line" on "line," I praise, I worship, I adore ; For all the promises are mine, A heavenly, everlasting store ! — The love which Christ has shown for me, The great salvation He hath wrought, Pardon for guilt so full and free, And life eternal which He brought : These filled with holy joy my heart, And made me feel how I was blest, How I in things above had part, How great the treasure I possessed ! But now, to Him who gave them all, E'en from His gifts I gladly turn, Before Himself delight to fall, And His perfections love to learn. Oh, may that word "Himself" a chord Awake within my grateful breast ! Himself, my Saviour ! Shepherd ! Lord ! Himself, my place of deepest rest ! ORIGINAL HYMNS. 29 : T0 KNOW THEE, THE ONLY TRUE GOD, AND JESUS CHRIST WHOM THOU HAST SENT." H That I may know Him." Thee, my God, the living God ! Unfeignedly I praise ; On Thee my grateful heart is fixed, To Thee my song I raise. AVhilst time, and place, and passing things, But circumstances * are, Thou dost within thy children dwell, Thy saints, to Thee so dear ! Since in this ever-changing world Xo certainty I see, I love to know that Thou, my God, The same wilt ever be. To find no change from Thee proceeds, Nor shadow of a turn, Humbles, corrects, and makes my heart Thy deep perfections learn. With fervent longing I desire Thyself yet more to know, And in the knowledge of Thy Son Increasingly to grow. The hidden life with Christ in God I thirst anew to prove, That nature, glorious and divine, Of Life, and Light, and Love. It all is found in Thee, my God, And in Thy Risen One, The Lamb on earth for sinners slain, But now upon Thy Throne. * Literally, things standing around. 3o ORIGINAL HYMNS. "IN THY PRESENCE IS FULNESS OF JOY. ,, "These things write we unto you, that your joy may be full." It is Thy presence, my God ! Which cheers my soul from day to day, Helps me pursue my upward course, And steadfastly hold on my way. It is not place, nor is it friend, It is not pleasure sweet, nor gain, The longing heart can satisfy, Or mitigate its bitter pain. Nor is it in the power of ill To take those comforts from the heart, Or rob me of that peace within Which Thy blest presence doth impart. (And yet, my God, for friendships dear, And every kindness I receive, I thank Thee ; and in them would learn 'Tis Thou, and Thou alone, canst give. I thank Thee too, when friendships fail, Attent, I hear what Thou dost say, And by a deeper lesson learn 'Tis Thou alone canst take away.) In near companionship divine, Both with the Father and the Son, My joy is full, my cup runs o'er, My heaven, on earth is e'en begun. Still, all that I enjoy by faith Is but " in part" on earth below ; "When Heaven's eternal day shall shine, What " perfect" " pleasures" I shall know! Till then my soul shall calmly rest, My Saviour and my God, in Thee : My Life, my Light, my Strength, my All, Through time and through eternity. ORIGINAL HYMNS. 31 : He maketh me to lie down in preen pasture?, He leadetli me beside the still waters." Though in a world of sin, AYith pain and sorrow round, The Shepherd's fold I stand within — Blessings abound ! And in His pastures green He maketh me to lie, His countenance by me is seen, His watchful eye ! Yes, and by waters still, He gently leadeth me, My heart with heavenly draughts doth fill, So plenteously ! Jesus my Shepherd is, The eternal Son of God ! How great the cost to make me His, — His precious blood The Word of God is where I feed from day to day ; (Anoint mine ear, God, to hear What Thou dost say ! And from that book divine Refresh my thirsting soul : Thy words, like old and choicest wine, Do make me whole !) Oft am I faint and weak, And often lose my way, But when that wondrous Word doth speak I cease to stray ! 32 ORIGINAL HYMNS. What heights and depths are there, "What wisdom is declared, What cordials strong for every care, By God prepared ! Of Christ it testifies And tells of Calv'ry's tree ; Records His stripes and agonies, Who died for me ! His glories and reward, His kingdom and renown, Are written in that holy Word, And there alone ! Sweeter than honey are, More choice than finest gold, Those Scriptures which to me declare Secrets untold ! My soul, then be thou found A frequent joyful guest, Where wine and milk and oil abound ; How rich a feast! He who that Word hath penned Must thy sole Teacher be ; Upon His help alone depend, The Spirit He ! ORIGINAL HYMNS. 33 THE MARRIAGE OF THE LAMB. Eph. y. 25-32 ; Rev. xix. 7-9 ; xxi. 2. Behold, what a glorious nuptial day Awaits the redeemed of God, Whose sins and defilements are washed away By Christ, in His own precious blood ! " The Lamb 11 is "the Bridegroom,'' and sinners " the What fathomless wonder of love, [Bride :" That brands "froni the burning" should sit by His side, And dwell in His presence above ! My soul, art thou longing to sit at the feast, " Arrayed " in the " fine linen" dress, Prepared for the greatest as well as the least Of those who the Saviour confess. Xot a cloud in thy sky that morning shall see, When the heavenly "trumpet shall sound;" Each trace of disquieting sorrow shall flee, And all shall be peaceful around. And not for a time shall these blessings endure ; Thy sun shall eternally shine : Every promise fulfilled, each privilege sure, Thy Jesus for ever is thine. Whilst He the "exalted" and "chiefest" shall be, " In Him " " without spot" thou shalt stand ; That thou art His "fulness" creation shall see, And admire this work of His hand. The world thou shalt leave with its sorrow and woe, And gaze on thy Lord " face to face ;" The height and the depth of His love thou shalt know, The unsearchable riches of grace ! c 34 ORIGINAL HYMNS. " The Bridegroom" is nigh, and He hids thee prepare, To feast on His ravishing love, To shine in His glory when He shall appear, And dwell "with Him" ever above. SUBJECTION TO ONE ANOTHER. Psalm cxxxiii. ; Rom. xii. 10 ; Eph. v. 21 ; Phil. ii. 3 ; 1 Pet. v. 5. How good and pleasant is the sight "When the redeemed on earth nnite, With subject mind and lowly heart, God's gifts and graces to impart. When love to Jesus reigns supreme, And every eye is fixed on Him, Then every brother's love is pure, And then alone will it endure. When Christ's own members can agree To walk in heavenly unity, To wash the feet, to serve and love, And " goodly words " by actions prove ; 'Tis like the oil of precious smell, Which from the priestly Aaron fell ; Or as the dew which God distils, And sheds on Zion's fruitful hills. Is it not right that children dear Should as one family appear : — That brethren of a common Lord Should praise and pray with "one accord"? Then let us, Christians, when we meet All lowly bow at Jesus' feet ; Let each exalt the Church's Head, The " Eirst-begotten from the dead." ORIGINAL HYMNS, 35 And so, whene'er from clay to day, In Jesus' name we join to pray; Or when the bread and wine we take, Let all be done for Jesus' sake. "When each God's Spirit doth control, One heart and mind pervade the whole ; Brother will not his brother grieve, But gladly friend will friend receive. Thus, as the journey we pursue, With the sweet rest of Heaven in view, Our " fellowship " on earth will tend Towards that holy, happy end. "ENOCH WALKED WITH GOD." Washed from my sins, redeemed and justified, I peace with God enjoy through Jesus' blood, That precious, precious blood which speaheth peace, And is to me the source of every good ! ^Iy business now is with my God to walk, And guided by His holy eye to go, Sweet fellowship with Him to cultivate, And His unclouded countenance to know; To "search the Scriptures" often, and enquire His holy, perfect will yet more and more, To have " this testimony " bright and clear — That Him I please, that Him I " walk before." Oh, sweet employ ! oh, heaven below begun ! Oh, deep and softly flowing peaceful stream ! Oh, holy friendship, better far than life ! These, as thy needful things, my soul, esteem ! c 2 6 ORIGINAL HYMNS. 'Twill heighten every pleasure I possess; 'Twill soften every pang I may endure ; 'Twill not depart, though life itself may fail; 'Twill prove a portion, wealthy, safe, and sure. And whilst I keep this " fellowship " divine, I best may serve my friends and brethren dear, I best may testify to men around, And e'en to angels high shall it appear. So when my onward path I thus pursue, Prom strength to strength with certain step I move, " Abundant entrance " I shall surely have Into my everlasting home above. % ir H> •%■ % Let me then walk with God, like him of old ; The single eye, the steadfast heart be mine ; From grace to grace advance, till glory come, When I among the ransomed ones shall shine. "THE CHUKCH IK" THE WILDEKNESS." See how yon distant pilgrim band "With girded loins pursues its way, Eound for that happy glorious land Where shines an everlasting day. A dangerous path these pilgrims tread, — They fix their eyes on One above ; To loiter or delay they dread, But still with cautious steps they move. On every side their watchful foes Seek to divert them from their aim, But One unseen their danger knows, Saviour and Captain is His name. ORIGINAL HYMNS. 37 Well do they know the cross they bear Is but the pathway to the crown, And all the joys they hope to share The recompence for sorrows known. So does each earthly traveller find His toilsome journey hath its fears, Yet pressing on, he leaves behind His sighs, his weariness, and tears. Through forest and through tangled thorn, By day, by night, his feet must roam ; Trials and dangers doth he scorn, To reach at length his longed-for home. He needs must pass through valley deep, Then doth he scale the mountain high, And though to gain the top be steep, What glorious prospects meet his eye ! iS- iS- iS- iS- iS- Pilgrim to heaven ! onward move, Thy fellow- pilgrims keep thou near; Each ransomed one regard with love, To thee be each redeemed one dear. (All those for whom the Saviour died Thy kindred are by heavenly ties, With such, by royal blood allied, Thou shalt ascend into the skies.) Tread in the steps of those who know By tried experience the way; And when they hidden dangers show, Their counsel cast not thou away. Ponder the love of Him who died, His names enshrine within thine heart ; The Friend for thee so deeply tried, Whom neither death nor life can part : 38 ORIGINAL HYMNS. The Saviour who thy judgment bore, Who in the waves and billows sank : His grief and anguish, oh, how sore ! The cup, how bitter, which He drank ! Often bethink thee of the road, The journey of the Son of Man, The path the lonely Saviour trod To carry out redemption's plan. Let frequent thoughts of home employ Thy best affections day by clay, Home, that sweet heaven of endless joy Whose longed-for rest forbids delay. Let not thine heart be greatly moved Although thy journey should be rough ; Know that thou art by Christ beloved, Be such a privilege enough. Nor let surprise thy mind o'ercome As God doth please to change this scene, His hand conducts thee safely home, Whatever change may intervene. He changeth .not, (why then thy fear?) Thy God eternally the same ; On Him cast every rising care, " Gracious/' "Almighty," is his name ! A few fresh landmarks on thy way, A few untrodden stages more, And then — behold that glorious day When all thy wanderings shall be o'er ! SELECTED HYMNS. To the foregoing original hymns, is added a compilation of hymns and parts of hymns, from various sources, not so commonly found in modern hymn books as in those which are becoming obsolete. These extracts will be recognized and appreciated by many. "Where a solitary verse occurs, the object has been to retain the truths and ideas presented, the whole hymn probably not being of equal or of especial value. Should any alterations from the originals be detected, and so cause pain to devout minds, as is sometimes the case, it may be stated that such changes have not been made without apparently sufficient reasons. Fear not that God will e'er forsake, Or leave His work undone ; He 's faithful to His promises, And faithful to His Son. Fear not the terrors of the grave, Or death's tremendous sting; He will from endless wrath preserve, To endless glory bring. You in His wisdom, power, and grace, Hay confidently rest ; His wisdom guides, His power protects, And all He does is best ! Beddome. 40 SELECTED HYMNS. One glance of Thine, eternal Lord, Pierces all nature through ; Nor heaven, nor earth, nor hell, afford A shelter from Thy view. The mighty whole, each smaller part, At once before Thee lies ; And every thought of every heart Is open to Thine eyes. Though greatly from myself concealed, Thou seest my inward frame ; To Thee I always stand revealed Exactly as I am. Since, therefore, I can hardly bear What in myself I see, How vile and base must I appear, Most holy God, to Thee ! But since my Saviour stands between, With garments dyed in blood, 'Tis He, instead of me, is seen, When I approach to God. Thus, though a sinner, I am safe ; He pleads before the throne His life and death in my behalf, And calls my sins His own. What wondrous love, what mysteries, In this appointment shine ! My breaches of the law are His, And His obedience mine ! Newton. SELECTED HYMNS. 41 On, what shall I feel in Thy presence, when first The visions of glory upon me shall burst ; Since now my soul longeth and fainteth for Thee ? Oh when, blessed Jesus, Thy face shall I see ? That face, once so marred, I shall gaze on at length, And fearless behold, as the sun in its strength, Those eyes, flames of fire, that so searching 1 prove, Shall beam on me then inexpressible love. Thy voice, like great waters, how calmly my soul Shall hear in the glory its deep thunders roll ! Though now it rebukes me and humbles my pride, Shall speak only love to Thy glorified Bride. Dear Zion above ! how oft have I trod Thy streets of pure gold, the blest courts of my God! The voice of thy harpers has burst on my ear, And thrilled through my spirit with heavenly fear. Like John in the Spirit, that heavenly flame Hath borne up my soul to the Source whence it came ; The Spirit of glory the glory reveals, And all God's true sayings triumphantly seals. I see Thee, Lord Jesus, with great glory crowned, And waiting Thy coming in peace would be found ; The visions of glory have turned all to dross, — For Thyself gave me grace to count all things but loss. E. G. But this I do find : We two are so joined, He '11 not live in glory And leave me behind. Gambold. p SELECTED HYMNS. 1 What shall I render unto the Lord for all His benefits toward me? I will take the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the Lord." For mercies, countless as the sands, "Which daily I receive From Jesus my Redeemer's hands, My soul, what canst thou give ? Alas ! from such a heart as mine, What can I bring Him forth ? My best is stained and dyed with sin, My all is little worth. , Yet this acknowledgment I'll make For all He has bestowed ; Salvation's sacred cup I '11 take, And call upon my God. The best return for one like me, So needy and so poor, Is from His gifts to draw a plea, And ask Him still for more. I cannot serve Him as I ought, No works have I to boast ; Yet do I glory in the thought That I shall owe Him most. Newton. The more Thy glories strike mine eyes, The lower I shall lie ; Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise Immeasurably high. Watts. Whatever passes as a cloud between The mental eye of faith and things unseen, Causing that brighter world to disappear, And seem less lovely and its hopes less clear, — This is our idol, though it wear Affection's impress or devotion's air. SELECTED HYMNS, 43 KINGS AXD PRIESTS. " If we suffer, vre shall also reign \rith Him." I 'at glad I know that Christ shall reign In glory, glory, glory! And come to earth with clouds again, In glory, glory, glory! 'Tis glory's foretaste makes me sing Of glory, glory, glory! And to the Saviour praises "bring : Sing glory, glory, glory! I hope to see Him on his throne, Sing glory, glory, glory! "When He shall come to meet his own, In glory, glory, glory! I'll sing, while mounting through the air, Of glory, glory, glory! And meet my Father's children there, In glory, glory, glory! Come on, my friends, let 's mend our pace To glory, glory, glory! For we shall see Him face to face, In glory, glory, glory! The Bride shall reign, the Bridegroom too, In glory, glory, glory! Let's keep the blessed prize in view : 'Tis glory, glory, glory! Supposed to be by a Hindoo Convert. 1 Delivered from the power of darkness .... translated into the kingdom of His dear Son." loye of unexampled kind, That leaves all thought so far behind ; Where length, and breadth, and depth, and height, Are lost to my astonished sight ! Hart. 44 SELECTED HYMNS. How happy, how divinely blest, The sacred words of truth attest Are those who know the Saviour's love, Those who His great salvation prove. In vain do men, in sinful pride, Despise your lot, your hopes deride ; In vain they boast their little stores, Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours. A kingdom of immense delight, Where truth, and love, and joy unite ; Where never-dying pleasures rise, And every wish hath full supplies. A kingdom which can ne'er decay, "While time sweeps earthly thrones away ; The state which power and truth sustain Unmoved for ever must remain. There shall your eyes with rapture view That glorious Friend who died for you, — Who died to ransom, and to raise To crowns of life, and songs of praise ! Oh, for a faith that will not shrink, Though pressed by every foe ; That will not tremble on the brink Of any earthly woe. A faith that shines more bright and clear When tempests rage without, That, when in danger, knows no fear, In darkness, feels no doubt. American Hymn Book. SELECTED HYMNS. 45 "Thou hast made us for Thyself, and our heart is rest till it rest in Thee." — Augustine. As when a child, secure of harms, Hangs at its mother's breast, Safe folded in her anxious arms, Receiving food and rest ; And while through many a painful path The travelling parent speeds, The fearless babe, with passive faith, Lies still, and yet proceeds. Should some short start his quiet break, He fondly tries to fling His little arms about her neck, And closer seems to cling. Poor child ! maternal love alone Preserves thee first and last ; Thy parent's arms, and not thine own, Are those that hold thee fast,. So souls that would to Jesus cleave, And hear His secret call, Must their own strength and wisdom leave, And let the Lord be all. " Keep near Me, and thou shalt not fear," The gracious Saviour cries : " What is it, Lord, to keep thus near?" The humble soul replies. ' ' Thy whole dependence on Me fix, Nor entertain a thought Thy worthless schemes with mine to mix, But venture to be nought. Self-confidence and pride of heart Thou evermore must flee ; When nothing in thyself thou art, Then thou art near to Me." Hart. 46 SELECTED HYMNS. Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known : Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround his throne. (Let those refuse to sing "Who never knew our God ; But servants of the heavenly King Must speak their joys abroad.) The God that rules on high, That all the earth surveys ; That rides upon the stormy sky, And calms the roaring seas : — This awful God is ours, A God of peace and love, Whose faithful grace and mighty powers Shall carry us above. There we shall see His face, And never, never sin ; There, from the rivers of His grace, Drink endless pleasures in. Yes, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create. The men of grace have found Glory begun below ; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. The glorious country yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or tread the golden streets. Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry ; We're marching to Immanuel's ground, Those fairer worlds on high. Watts. SELECTED HYMNS. 47 14 And they, continuing daily with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, did eat their meat with gladness and singleness Of heart." Happy the saints who first professed — In Jesus and each other blest ; Joined by the unction from above In sacred fellowship of love. ATeek, simple followers of the Lamb, They lived, and spake, and taught the same ; They joyfully conspired to raise Their ceaseless sacrifice of praise. With grace abundantly endued, A pure, belie viDg multitude ; They all were of one heart and soul, And only love inspired the whole. Oh, what an age of golden days ! Oh, what a choice, peculiar, race ! Washed in the Lamb's all-cleansing blood, Anointed kings and priests to God ! "Where shall I wander now to find, Saints like to them in heart and mind ? Are those whom now I seek in vain, Diminished from the sons of men ? Wesley's Collectiox. (The enemy hath watchful been, The "fold of Grod he enters in ; The flock he dareth to divide, And cruelly to sever wide. Unmindful of her heavenly birth Appears to men the church of earth ; And those whose badge was only love Around their different centres move.) Scattered o'er all the earth they lie, Safe watched by the Omniscient eye ; Shortly to hear the Archangel's voice, And with one perfect Church rejoice. SELECTED HYMNS. "God all, and in all." — Psalm lxxiii. 25. My God ! my life ! my love ! To Thee, to Thee, I call ! I cannot live if Thou remove, For Thou art all in all. The shinings of Thy face, How comforting they are ! 'Tis heaven to rest in Thine embrace, And nowhere else but there. To Thee, and Thee alone, The Angels owe their bliss ; They stand around Thy glorious throne, And dwell where Jesus is. Not all the harps above Can make a heav'nly place, If God His residence remove, Or but conceal His face. Nor earth, nor all the sky, Can one delight afford ; No, not a drop of real joy, "Without Thy presence, Lord. Thou art the sea of love, Where all rriy pleasures roll ; The circles where my passions move, And centre of my souL To Thee my spirit flies "With infinite desire, But soon with transport I shall rise, And join the heavenly choir. Watts. My thirsty spirit faints To see my blest abode, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem of God. Montgomery. SELECTED HYMNS. 49 One in the ruin sin hath wrought, One in the life that Jesus brought, One hope is ours, 'midst trials great, The Saviour's coming to await. "Behold, he prayeth !" There is an eye that never sleeps Beneath the wing of night ; There is an ear that never shuts "When sink the beams of light. There is an arm that never tires When human strength gives way ; There is a love that never fails When earthly loves decay. That eye is fixed on seraph throngs, That arm upholds the sky, That ear is filled with angel songs, That love is throned on high. But there's a power which man can wield, Wlien mortal aid is vain, That eye, that arm, that love, to reach, That listening ear to gain : That power is prayer, which soars on high, Through Jesus, to the throne ; And moves the hand which moves the world, To bring the blessing down ! Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And trusts in God alone ; Laughs at impossibilities, And says, it will be done ! Wesley's Coll. 5o SELECTED HYMNS. "One body and one spirit . . . one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all." Come, let us join our friends above Who have obtained the prize, And on the eagle wings of love To joys celestial rise. Soon shall we in one concert sing "With those to Jesus gone : For all the servants of our King In earth and heaven are one. (The saints on earth, and all the dead, But one communion make ; All join in Christ, their living Head, And of His grace partake. Watts.) One family, we dwell in Him ; One Church, above, beneath : Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death. One army of the living God, At His command we bow ; Part of His host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now. His militant, expecting host — With ardent hope we stand ; We long to see th' eternal coast, And reach the heavenly land. E'en now by faith we join our hands With those who went before, And greet the blood-besprinkled band On the eternal shore. C. Wesley. SELECTED HYMNS. "ALL YE AEE BRETHREN." A COMPOSITE HYMN. ^1y brotherhood 's a circle stretching wide, Around one Fount, — altnough a sea divide; — With, fathers, who behold the Lord in Light, With saints unborn who shall adore his might, With brothers who the race of faith now run, ) In union, and communion, I am one ! J ' e * Xot by a party's narrow walls confined, Xot by the sameness of opinions joined, But saved alike by the Redeemer's blood, And bound together in the heart of God ! And when the present fleeting as:e is past, This fellowship, divinely pure, shall last ; Then will the world the sight admiring see — The Church in glory and in unity ! This is a composite hymn. The first part is from Lange — "Hymns from the Land of Luther;" the second part was given in connection with the Punjab Conference, 1863; the last is original. "All ye are brethren." " In Christ's stead." "With all saints." The saints in prayer, appear as one, In word, and deed, and mind ; While with the Father and the Son Sweet fellowship they find. INor prayer is made by these alone ; The Holy Spirit pleads, And Jesus on the Father's throne Eor ever intercedes. MoOTGOMEfir. D 2 52 SELECTED HYMNS, "THAT THEY ALL MAY BE ONE." Sweet is the union true believers feel ; Into one spirit they have drunk ; the seal Of God is on their hearts, — and thus they see In each the features of one family ! If one is suffering, all the rest are sad ; If but the least is honoured, all are glad ! The grace of Jesus which they all partake, Plows out in mutual kindness for His sake. Here lie has left them for awhile to wait. And represent Him, in their suffering state ; "While He, though glorified, as yet alone, Bears the whole Church before the Father's throne. Soon will He leave that high and holy place, Then will his saints behold Him face to face, "Caught up" with glorious shout to heaven above, And ever dwell with Him in perfect love ! And if our fellowship below, In Jesus be so sweet, What heights of rapture shall we know, AVhen round the Throne we meet. Wesley's Collection. Why should we differ by the way ? Why should dissensions come ? We hope to spend eternal day, In one eternal home. Our little systems have their day; They have their day, and cease to be ; They are but broken lights of Thee, And Thou, Lord, art more than they. SELECTED HYMNS. 53 Be useful where thou livest, that they may Both want and wish thy pleasing presence still ; Kindness, good parts, great patience, are the way, To compass this. Find out men's wants and will, And meet them there. All worldly joys go less To the one joy of doing kindnesses. George Herbert, a.d. 1620. In faith and love thy course of duty run ; God nothing does, nor suffers to be done, But thou ivouldst do the same, Couldst thou but see The end of all events as well as He. J. H. Evans's aTexoir. Faith lives with Christ, to Christ it tends, With Christ begins, continues, ends. Hewitson said, " I am better acquainted with Jesus than with any Friend I have on earth. My heart is ever above with Jesus." Let Calvary be your dwelling place ; there study doctrine, promise, practice, and precept. J. H. Evans. Yes ; every word of grace is strong As that which built the skies ; The voice that rolls the stars along, Speaks all the promises. Watts. Dear Fountain of delights unknown, No longer sink beneath the brim, But overflow, and pour me down A living and life-giving stream. Newton/ 54 SELECTED HYMNS. The best obedience at my hands Dare not appear before Thy throne ; But faith can answer Thy demands, Ey pleading what my Lord hath done. Geace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrows and from sins ; The work which mercy undertakes Eternal wisdom ne'er forsakes. "Watts. "The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life ; of whom shall I be afraid ?" 11 My flesh and my heart faileth, but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever ! " My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights ! Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice As thy forgiving love. (In darkest shades, if Thou appear, My dawning is begun ; Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And Thou my rising sun.) The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows me He is mine, And whispers I am His ! Watts. No blood of beasts on altars slain Could wash the conscience clean, But the rich sacrifice Christ made Atones for all our sin. SELECTED HYMNS. 55 Give to the winds thy fears, Hope, and be undismayed : God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, He shall lift up thy head Commit thou all thy griefs And ways into His hands ; To His sole will and mighty care, "Who earth and heaven commands. Through waves, through clouds, and storms, He gently clears the way ; Wait thou His time, the darkest night Shall end in brightest day. He everywhere hath sway, And all things serve His might ; His every act pure blessing is, His path unsullied light ! When He makes bare His arm Who shall His work withstand ? When He His people's cause defends, Who then shall stay His hand ? We leave it to Himself To choose and to command ; With wonder tilled, we soon shall see How wise, how strong His hand ! We comprehend Him not ; Yet earth and heavens tell — God sits as sovereign on the throne, And ruleth all things well ! His everlasting truth, His boundless, ceaseless love, Sees all His children's wants, and knows What best for each will prove. From Paul Gerhaedt. 56 SELECTED HYMNS. CALVARY. " And when they were come to the place which is called Calvary, there they crucified Him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and the other on the left." Calvary's summit let me trace, Yiew the heights and depths of grace, Count the purple drops, and say — " Thus my sins were borne away." ]Now no more the wrath I dread, Vengeance smote my Surety's head; Justice now no more demands, Thou hast loosed the captive's hands. Here I stand at peace with heaven, Taste the bliss of sins forgiven ; Here I see the curse removed, Sin condemned, and sinners loved. Kent. " Behold the Lamb of God ! " How oft have sin and Satan strove To rend my soul from Thee, my God ; Eut everlasting is Thy love, And Jesus seals it with His blood. Amidst temptations sharp and long, My soul to this dear refuge flies ; Hope is my anchor firm and strong, While tempests blow and billows rise. The Gospel bears my spirit up ; A faithful and unchanging God Lays the foundation of my hope, In oaths, and promises, and blood. Watts. SELECTED HYMNS. 57 GETHSEATAXE AXD CALVARY. Gethsemaxe can I forget ? Or there Thy conflict see — Thine agony and bloody sweat — And not remember Thee ? When to the cross I lift my eyes, And gaze on Calvary, Lamb of God, my Sacrifice ! I must remember Thee ; Remember Thee, and all Thy pain, And all Thy love to me : Yea, while a pulse, a breath remain, Would I remember Thee. Thy body broken for my sake ^ly bread from heaven shall be; "The cup of blessing" I will take, And thus remember Thee. According to Thy gracious word, In meek humility This will I do, my dying Lord, — I will remember Thee. And should these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee ; When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, Then, Lord, " Remember me." J. MOHTGOMEBY. Jesus, the name to sinners dear, The name to sinners given ! He scatters all their guilty fear, He makes them meet for heaven. Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks, And bruises Satan's head : Power into strengthless souls He speaks, And life into the dead. C. Wesley. 58 SELECTED HYMNS. "One thing have I desired of the Lord, that will I seek after ; that I may dwell in the House of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to enquire in His temple." Lord, it belongs not to my care "Whether I die or live ; To love and serve Thee is my share, And this Thy grace must give. If life be long, I will be glad, That I may long obey ; If short, why then should I be sad, Or wish on earth to stay ? Christ leads us through no darker rooms Than He went through before : "Whoever to God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. Come, Lord, when grace hath made us meet Thy blessed face to see ; For if Thy work on earth be sweet, What must Thy glory be ? Then shall we end our sad complaints, And weary, sinful days, And join with those triumphant saints That sing Thine endless praise. Our knowledge of that life is small, The eye of faith is dim ; Enough for us that Christ knows all, And we shall be with Him. To Christ, who came to save the lost, And lead us back to heaven, With Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Be praise for ever given ! Baxter. SELECTED HYMNS. 59 1 Who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of Ciod." The cross, its burden, oh, how great ! No strength but His could bear its weight, — No love but His would undertake To bear it for the sinner's sake. Kelly. What sinners value I resign ; Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine ; I shall behold Thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. This life's a dream, an empty show ; But the bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere ; — When shall I wake and find me there ? glorious hour ! blest abode ! 1 shall be near and like my God ! And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul. My flesh may slumber in the ground Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise. Watts. The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose He will not, He says it, give up to His foes ; % That soul, though all hell should endeavour to shake, He'll never, no never, no never, forsake ! Ejkkhax. The last line is considered a literal translation of Heb. xiii. 5. The first line of this hymn is, " How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord." 6o SELECTED HYMNS. Thou bid'st me come ; Thy voice I know, And boldly on the waters go, To Thee, my God and Lord. To walk on life's tempestuous sea Thou, who didst die to set me free, Hast called me by Thy word. Secure on boisterous waves I tread, 2^or all the billows round me dread, While to my Lord I look. The eddying whirlpool may be near, The gulf presents no cause for fear, The wave is firm as rock. Eut if from Thee I turn my eye, I see the raging floods run high, And feel my fears within. !My foes so strong, my flesh so frail, Reason and unbelief prevail, And plunge me into sin. Lord, I my unbelief confess ; Do Thou my little faith increase, That I may doubt no more, Eut fix on Thee a steadfast eye, And on thine outstretched arm rely, Till all the storm is o'er. C. Wesley. ' Being justified freely by his grace, through, the redemption that is in Christ Jesus '' ! I will not work my soul to save, For that my Lord hath done ; Eut I will work like any slave Tor love of God's dear Son. SELECTED HlMNS. 61 Thy way, God, is in the sea, Thy paths I cannot trace ; Much less explain the mystery Of Thine unbounded grace. There the dark veils of flesh and sense Will oft my mind surround, Mysterious deeps of providence My wondering thought confound. When I behold Thy mighty hand Fair prospects oft destroy, In deep astonishment I stand, And ask the reason why. As through a glass, I dimly see The wonders of Thy love ; How little do I know of Thee, Or of thy joys above ? '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 ? With rapture shall I then survey Thy providence and grace ; And spend an everlasting day In wonder, love, and praise ! Fawcett. Anoint mine eyes, Holy Dove ! That I may prize this Eook of love ; . Unstop my ear, made deaf by sin, That I may hear Thy voice within ; Break my hard heart, Jesus, my Lord ! In the inmost part hide Thy sweet Word. McCheyne's Memoir. 62 SELECTED HYMNS. ETERNAL LOYE. To comprehend, and fully prove, The depths of everlasting love, An angel's tongue would fail ; And yet, that sinful worms below This precious mystery should know, Oh, how must grace prevail ! When dead in sins the sinner lay, Love found a new and living way To bring him near to God ; Jesus alone the victory won, "When He, the well-beloved Son, The path of suffering trod. The resurrection morn shall prove The objects of eternal love, A blood-bought royal throng ; With joy and wonder they shall trace Wonders untold of love and grace, And sing the heavenly song. Kent. LIVING WATEES. Water from salvation's wells, Thirsty ones, come near and draw ! Grace in Jesus' fulness dwells, More than men or angels know. Love 's the fountain whence it rose, Who its depth or height can tell ? Christ the channel where it flows, . O'er the banks of sin to swell. Bring your " empty vessels" nigh, " Not a few," both great and small; To the brim in rich supply Love eternal fills them all. Kent. SELECTED HYMNS. 63 DEATH. Death to a saint is victory won, — A victor waiting for his crown; The armour left, the conflict o'er, The landing on a peaceful shore. A traveller lying down to rest, Reposing on his Saviour's breast; A labourer waiting his reward, A saint for ever with the Lord. The spirit has been called away, It waiteth for the nuptial day, That morn when we who live shall rise To join our brethren in the skies. Call it not death ! — no sting is there, Xo disappointment, nor despair; Eut 'tis a chariot sent to bring The ransomed spirit to its King. "OUE FRIEXD LAZAETJS SLEEPETH.' Call it not death, when Christ's redeemed Pass from this earth away, The light Divine which on them beamed Hath marked their heavenward way. Ye saints, ye shall but fall asleep, — Shall from your labours rest, In quiet slumbering, soft and deep, Upon your Saviour's breast. And soon, the veiling midnight gone, Your graves shall opened be ; Then this corruption shall put on Its immortality! Jesus your Lord shall soon appear In power and majesty; The resurrection morn declare His perfect victory. 64 SELECTED HYMNS. "AND THEY SUNG A NEW SONG." Abound the throne above there stood A countless blood-washed multitude, Whose harps and voices rolled along Heaven's new and everlasting song. Here those who suffered sword or flame, For truth, or Jesus' precious name, Shout " Victory " now, and praise the Lamb, And bow before the great I AM. While everlasting ages roll, Eternal love shall feast their soul, And scenes of bliss for ever new Rise in succession to their view. sweet employ ! to sing and trace The heights and depths of boundless grace ; And spend, from sin and sorrow free, A blissful, vast eternity ! Then what a sweet exalted song, When those from every tribe and tongue, Redeemed by blood, with Christ appear, And join in one full chorus there ! My soul ! anticipate the clay, Stretch out thy wings, and soar away To aid the song, a crown to bear, And bow, the chief of sinners there. Kent. Lord, enlarge my scanty thought, To know the wonders Thou hast wrought ; Unloose my stammering tongue to tell Thy love immense, unsearchable. Wesley's Collection. London : Morgan and Chase, 38, Ludgate Hill.