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 FAVORITE HYMKS 
 
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 SELECTED AND VERIFIED 
 
 WILLIAM LEONARD GAGE. 
 
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 1874. 
 
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TO UT BSETHEEM 
 
 OF THE ]yLIl>^I STRY 
 
 IN HARTFORD, 
 
 THIS LITTLE BOOK IS INSCRIBED 
 
 IN^ TOKEN OF WARM LOYB AND 
 
 KEAETY ADiLIRATIUJS. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 This book has been born out of my own curios- 
 ity. Knowing tliat in all our modern hymn books 
 we have many hymns rearranged, modified, or 
 abridged, I desired to know for my own satisfac- 
 tion, just how far these changes extend, and 
 whether they are mutilations or improvements. 
 The result has been a careful examination of 
 hymns, and the bringing together in their original 
 dress of those which I believe to be the chief 
 favorites of American Christians. There are many 
 others which are no less dear than tliose within 
 these pages, but vdiicli find no place here, because 
 tliey have been spared tlie touch of critics and 
 hymn book compilers. Sucli, for example, are 
 "Salvation! tlic joyful sound:" "Come, Holy 
 Spirit, heavenly Dove : "* " My God, the Spring 
 
 *I am convinced that the readinj^ of the lines 
 
 " Dear Lord and shall we ever lie 
 
 At this poor dyinf; rate." 
 was a ni'sprint in the early Eng^lish editions of Watt.-s, and shonld 
 he charged to live, not as an improvement but as the coiTection 
 of a tyj)02:raphical error. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 of all my joys : " " for a closer walk with God : " 
 ^, " God moves in a mysterious way: "{j' Nearer my 
 
 Jii.^^ ^ God to Thee. 'Q These may have been changed ; 
 •/r^ ^ l)ut I have not met them other than their writers 
 
 ;cf*«^ '^ 'T^left them. Of the same 2:eneral class of hymns 
 fi^ ' are such as I have chosen : those which are known 
 
 as widely as the English language is spoken. 
 There are certain things which have come to us 
 invested with associations so rich and tender, that 
 we do not ask whether they are in themselves 
 beautiful : their meaning to us is beauty enough. 
 And these hymns are of them : for while some of 
 them are perhaps lacking in the highest graces of 
 expression, and are possibly a little hard and 
 mechanical, they have been bathed in the great 
 wave of Christian feeling and have come out 
 therefrom sacred. They are, next to the Bible, 
 the most precious possession of the church. 1 am 
 not sure but they are the most precious possession 
 of our language. It is a question which the Christ- 
 ian would not like to see decided against him, 
 which were the harder to lose from our literatui-e, 
 the writings of Shakespeare or those hymns which 
 have fed the hope and inspired the faith of so 
 many generations of saints. 
 
 The really great and noble hymns are few. It 
 
PREFACE. Vll 
 
 would surprise one not used to the task, to turn 
 over the hundreds of the verses of Watts and 
 Doddridge, and the Wesleys, and see how small is 
 the residue which the world will not willingly let 
 die. 'i'hose strains which pass the ordeal provided 
 by one of the Church fathers as the test of sound 
 doctrine, " what is accepted everywhere, at all 
 times and by every one," would limit our hymnol- 
 ogy to very narrow bounds. Few of our writers 
 have produced more than a half-dozen really supe- 
 rior hymns : indeed, with the exception of Watts 
 and Doddridge, and possibly of Charles W^esley, 
 none have done so. Our choicest Christian spirits 
 have economized this gift with rare tlirift ; and 
 have condensed their wealth into most portable 
 and accessible vessels. And this is the more 
 strange when we remember that almost all cel- 
 ebrated hymns, as well as those not celebrated, 
 have been thrown off in a heat : many of them by 
 Christian ministers at the close of a sermon. They 
 were not thought of as having any special worthi- 
 ness : and doubtless their writers would be more 
 amazed than we, could they now see, that all the 
 world is singing what came to them in some gush 
 of feeling, and dropped molten from their pens. 
 The test of this will be found in the crude 
 
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 forms of many of these hymns. And I hope this 
 little book will do for others what it has done for 
 me, in reconciling the reader to the changes which 
 modern taste has made in well-known hymns. It 
 is the fashion of some to decry the cnstom of 
 " doctoring" onr standard hymns ; yet I cannot 
 doubt that he who examines this book, while glad 
 to have in accessible form the original of many 
 strains that he loves, will have little desire to go 
 back to the old form. 
 
 The simple fact is tliat our older English hymn 
 writers did not possess that trained ear for rhythm 
 which is a distinguishing mark of our time. In 
 Germany, Schiller and Goethe introduced a new 
 era in melodious versification : and their contem- 
 poraries in England did a similar service to Eng- 
 lish poetry : and now the advance in this direc- 
 tion has become so great that it would seem im- 
 possible for language to be a more dainty and 
 exquisite medium of melodious sound than it is 
 in the hands of Tennyson and Longfellow. Such 
 men as Doddridge and Watts had no such training: 
 their lines seem harsh in this age of perfect ver- 
 sification : and there are many men whose tact 
 and taste are so nicely cultivated that they can 
 add to the graces of those hastily written hymns 
 
PREFACE. IX 
 
 which men like Watts and Doddridge dashed off 
 at the close of a sermon. 
 
 Besides, we have advanced to a time when the 
 old would be the new : 1 mean, that the changes 
 which have been made, have become a part of our 
 life, and to bring back the original form would 
 itself produce a shock to the sense of devoutness. 
 To take up the line in Toplady's Rock of Ages : 
 " When my eyestrings break in death," and attempt 
 to bring it back instead of " When my eyelids 
 close in death," would of course produce a painful 
 sense of novelty. True, the original is far stronger 
 and finer : it is poetry, while the modernized ver- 
 sion is prose ; flat and unsuggestive : an instance 
 of change which has been no improvement. But 
 the change has been made : and as the hymn 
 books copy mainly from one another, the forms in 
 which they are current has become tantamount to 
 the original. 
 
 I liave brought into this selection some hymns 
 where the changes have been very slight, and yet 
 are interesting. Such for instance is Heber's 
 Missionary Hymn, where the words Ceylon's isle, 
 were originally Java's isle. A larger class are 
 those where I liave given the whole hymn : that 
 which we sing, not being greatly changed, but 
 
PREFA CE. 
 
 taken out of its connection and unity, and largely 
 reduced in length. 
 
 I have no doubt that some persons, were tliey 
 engaged on this task, would have greatly extended 
 it beyond the limits which I have assumed. There 
 are many, very many well-known hymns, wliich 
 are found in all our collections, and to which 
 I have not given a place here. Had I purposed 
 to print the originals of all well-known hymns, 
 this book would have greatly outgrown its present 
 size. I have faithfully tried to gather within these 
 covers what a catholic taste would accept as the 
 prime favorites of the church. Of course 1 have 
 passed over the recent rich additions to our hym- 
 nology, except to give in their full form a few of 
 the best. For though we are leaving behind us 
 the era of Cowper and Newton and Watts, let it 
 not be thought that the church is losing its gift 
 of song. It seems to me, that in the elements of 
 tenderness and devoutness, if not in the grand 
 uplift and thrill of the older hymn writers, noth- 
 ing finer has come from the hearts of men, than 
 "Abide with me, fast falls the even-tide ; " " Sun 
 of my soul thou Saviour dear ; " "I heard the 
 voice of Jesus say;" "Lead kindly Light, amid 
 th' encircling gloom ; " " Nearer my God to Thee ; " 
 
PREFACE. XI 
 
 "Father, I know that all my life." Hymns like 
 these and others not inferior to them, are the 
 earnest of the Spirit, and the assurance that 
 hymns can no more die out of the Church than 
 can the deep and full experience of the love of 
 Christ. Such names as Heber, and Milnian, and 
 the Carys, and Bonar, and Keble, and Kelly, 
 and Grant, and Coxe, and Palmer, and Lyte, and 
 Elliott, and Steele, and Waring, and Kim^ all, 
 and Seagrave, and Neale are enough, even without 
 the scores that might be added to tliem ; we need 
 no more evidence than they furnish, that we have 
 not dropped behind the last century in this great 
 gift. 
 
 In conclusion I would express my grateful ac- 
 knowledgments to those friends who have re- 
 sponded to my request to send me lists of their 
 favorite hymns, and whose judgment has been a 
 corroboration of my own. More especially let me 
 mention Rev. William Fleming Stevenson, of 
 Dublin, Ireland, whose labors in the department 
 of poetical biography have been so serviceable to 
 me in the preparation of this book. In the library 
 of Harvard College I found a unique collection of 
 hymnological words : and I am under special 
 
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 indebtedness to Mr. Sibley for the use of them. 
 Still greater arc my obligations to Sir Rocndel 
 Palmer's Book of Praise : which has been to me 
 a great comfort and a great help at every stage of 
 the undertaking. 
 
 W. L. GAGE. 
 Hartford, Dec. 4, 1873. 
 
Favoeite Hymfs 
 
 IN THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 
 
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 OGOD of Jacob, by whose hand 
 Thine Israel still is fed, 
 Who through this weary pilgrimage 
 Hast all our fathers led, 
 
 To Thee our humble vows we raise, 
 To Thee address our prayer, 
 And in Thy kind and faithful breast, 
 Deposit all our care. 
 
 If Thou, through each perplexing path, 
 Wilt be our constant guide : 
 If Thou wilt daily bread supply, 
 And raiment wilt provide : 
 
FA VORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 If Thou wilt spread thy shield around, 
 Till (hese our wanderings cease, 
 And at our Father's loved abode, 
 Our souls arrive in peace : 
 
 To Thee as to our Covenant God, 
 We '11 our whole selves resign : 
 And count that not our tenth alone, 
 But all we have is Thine. 
 
 Philip Doddridge, b. 1702,, d. 1751. 
 
 II. 
 
 AS when the weary traveller gains 
 The height of some o'erlooking hill, 
 His heart revives, if 'cross the plains 
 He eyes his home though distant still. 
 
 While he surveys the much loved spot. 
 He slights the space that lies between : 
 His past fatigues are now forgot, 
 Because his journey's end is seen. 
 
 Thus, when the Christian pilgrim views, 
 By faith, his mansion in the skies, 
 The sight his fainting strength renews, 
 And wings his speed to reach the prize. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 7 
 
 The thought of home his spirit cheers, 
 No more he grieves for troubles past ; 
 Nor any future trial fears, 
 So he may safe arrive at last. 
 
 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell 
 With Jesus in the realms of clay : 
 Then I shall bid my cares farewell, 
 And He shall wipe my tears away. 
 
 Jesus on Thee our hope depends, 
 To lead us on to Thine abode : 
 Assured our home wnll make amends 
 For all our toil while on the road. 
 
 John Sewton, b. 1725, (/. 1807. 
 
 111. 
 5r I lis my happiness below 
 
 JL 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 thf-m all — 
 This is happiness to me. 
 
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 God in Israel, sows the seeds 
 Of affliction, pain and toil ; 
 These spring up and choke the weeds 
 Which would else o'erspread tlie soil. 
 Trials make the promise sweet : 
 Trials give new life to prayer : 
 Trials bring me to His feet. 
 Lay me low, and keep mo there. 
 
 Did I meet no trials here, 
 
 Ko chastisement by the way, 
 
 Might I not with reason fear 
 
 I should prove a castaway ? 
 
 Bastards may escape the rod, 
 
 Sunk in earthly, vain delight, , 
 
 But the tiue-born child of God 
 
 Must not, would not, if he might. 
 
 William Coivper, h. 1731, d. 1800. 
 
 IV. 
 
 O'NE sweetly solemn thought, 
 Comes to me o 'er and o 'er ; 
 I'm nearer home to-day 
 Than I 've ever been before ; 
 
 Nearer my Father's house 
 Where the many mansions be ; 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 9 
 
 Nearer the great white throne, 
 Nearer the jasper sea ; 
 
 Nearer the bound of life, 
 Where we lay our burdens down^ 
 Nearer leaving the cross, 
 Nearer gaining the crown. 
 
 But lying dimly between, 
 "Winding down through the night, 
 Lies the dark and imcertain stream 
 That leads us at length to the light. 
 
 Closer and closer my steps 
 Come to the dark ab}'sm, 
 Closer Death to my lips 
 Presses the awful chrism ; 
 
 Father perfect my trust ! 
 Strengthen my feeble fliith ! 
 Let me feel as I would when 1 stand 
 On the shores of the river of death — 
 
 Feel as I would were my feet 
 Even now slipping over the brink ; 
 For it may be I 'm nearer home, 
 Nearer now, than I think. 
 
 Phcehe Gary, h. 1825, d. 1871 
 1* 
 
10 FA VORITE H YMNS IN 
 
 V. 
 
 NOT all the blood of beasts, 
 On Jewish altars slain, 
 Could give the guilty conscience peace, 
 Or wash away the stain. 
 
 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, 
 
 Takes all our sins away ; 
 A sacrifice of nobler name 
 
 And richer blood than they. 
 
 My faith would lay her hand 
 
 On that dear Head of Thine, 
 While like a penitent I stand, 
 
 And there confess my sin. 
 
 My soul looks back to see 
 
 The burdens Thou did; t bear, 
 AYhen hanging on th' accursed tree. 
 
 And hopes her guilt was there. 
 
 Believing, we rejoice 
 
 To see the curse remove. 
 We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice. 
 
 And sing His bleeding love. 
 
 Isaac Watts, b. 1674, c?. 1748. 
 
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 THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 11 
 
 VI. 
 
 OFOR a thousand tongues to sing 
 My dear Redeemer's praise, 
 The glories of my God and King, 
 The triumphs of His grace. 
 
 My gracious Master and my God, 
 
 Assist me to proclaim, 
 To spread, through all the earth abroad, 
 
 The honors of Thy Name. 
 
 Jesus, the Name that charms our fears, 
 
 That bids our sorrows cease ; 
 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 
 
 'Tis life, and health, and peace ! 
 
 He speaks, and, listening to His voice, 
 
 New life the dead receive ; 
 The mournful, broken hearts rejoice. 
 
 The humble poor believe. 
 
 Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb. 
 
 Your loosened tongues employ ; 
 Ye blind, behold your Saviour come. 
 
 And leap, ye lame, for joy ! 
 
 Charles Wesley, b. 1708, d. 1788. 
 
12 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 VII. 
 
 How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds 
 In a, believer's tar ! 
 It sootlies his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
 And drives away his fear! 
 
 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
 And calms the troubled breast; 
 
 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the weary i:est. 
 
 Dear Name ! the rock on which I build, 
 
 My shield and hiding-place, 
 My never-failing treasury, filled 
 
 With boundless stores of grace, 
 
 By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, 
 
 Although with sin defiled ; 
 Satan accuses me in vain, 
 
 And I am owned a child. 
 
 Je=us, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, 
 My Prophet, Priest, and King, 
 
 ]My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
 Accept the praise I bring. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 13 
 
 "Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 
 And cold my warmest thought 
 But when I sc^e Thee as Thou art, 
 
 I '11 praise Tliee as I ought. 
 
 Till then, I would Thy love proclaim 
 
 With every fleeting breath ; 
 And may the music of Thy Name 
 
 Refresh my soul in death ! 
 
 John Neivton, h. 1725, d. 1807. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 WHEN I survey the wondrous cross 
 On which the Prince of glory died, 
 My richest gain I count but loss, 
 And pour contemjDt on all my pride. 
 
 Forbid it. Lord, that I should boast 
 Save in the death of Christ, my God ; 
 
 All the vain things that charm me most 
 I sacrifice them to His blood. 
 
 See from His head, His hands. His feet 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled down! 
 
 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
 Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 
 
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 His dying crimson like a robe, 
 
 Spreads o'er his body on the tree : 
 
 Then am I dead to all the globe, 
 And all the globe is dead to me. 
 
 "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. 
 
 Isaac yVatts, b. 1674, d. 1748. 
 
 IX. 
 
 JESUS I love Thy charming name, 
 'Tis music to mine ear : 
 Fain would I sound it out so loud. 
 That earth and heaven should hear. 
 
 Yes Thou art precious to my soul. 
 My transport and my trust: 
 Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys, 
 And gold is sordid dust. 
 
 All my capacious powers can wish 
 In Thee doth richly meet: 
 Nor to mine eyes is light so dear, 
 Nor friendship half so sweet. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 15 
 
 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 
 And sheds its fragrance there ; 
 The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
 The cordial of its care. 
 
 I'll speak the honors of Thy name, 
 With my last laboring breath : 
 Then speechless clasp Thee in my arms. 
 The antidote of death. 
 
 Philip Doddridge, b. 1702, d. 1751. 
 
 LET me but hear my Saviour say 
 Strength shall be equal to the day, 
 Then I rejoice in deep distress, 
 Leaning on all sufficient grace. 
 
 I glory in infirmity, 
 
 That Christ's own power may rest on me; 
 When I am weak, then am I strong, 
 Grace is my shield, and Christ my song. 
 
 I can do all things, or can bear 
 All sufferings, if my Lord be there ; 
 Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, 
 While His left hand my head sustains. 
 
16 FA VORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 But if the Lord be once withdrawn, 
 And we attempt the work alone, 
 When new temptations spring and rise, 
 We find how great our weakness is. 
 
 So Sampson, when his hair was lost, 
 Met the Philistines to his cost : 
 Shook his vain hmbs with sad surprise, 
 l\Iade feeble fight and lost his eyes. 
 
 Isaac Watts, b. 1674, d. 1748. 
 
 XI. 
 
 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair 
 "We wretched sinners lay. 
 Without one cheerful beam of hope, 
 Or spark of glimmering day. 
 
 With pitying eyes the Prince of Grace 
 
 r>eheld our helpless grief: 
 He saw, and oh ! amazing love ! 
 
 PTe ran to our relief. 
 
 Down from the shining seats above 
 
 With joyful haste He fled ; 
 Entered the grave in mortal flesh, 
 
 And dwelt among the dead. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. \7 
 
 He spoiled the powers of darkness thus, 
 
 And broke our iron chains : 
 Jesus has freed our captive souls 
 
 From everlasting pains. 
 
 In vain the baffled prince of hell 
 
 His cursed projects tries : 
 We that were doomed his endless slaves, 
 
 Are raised above the skies. 
 
 Oh 1 for this love, let rocks and hills 
 
 Their lasting silence break, 
 And all harmonious human tongues 
 
 The Saviour's praises speak ! 
 
 Yes we will praise thee, dearest Lord, 
 
 Our souls are all on flame : 
 Hosanna round the spacious earth 
 
 To thine adored name. 
 
 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. 
 
 Isaac Watts, b. 1674, d. 1708. 
 
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 xn. 
 
 CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day, 
 Sons of men and angels saj : 
 Raise your joys and triumphs high. 
 Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 
 
 Love's redeeming work is done, 
 Fought the fight, the battle won : 
 Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er; 
 Lo ! He sets in blood no more. 
 
 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal* 
 Christ hath burst the gates of hell ! 
 Death in vain forbids His rise ; 
 Christ hath opened Paradise ! 
 
 Lives again our glorious King : 
 Where, Death is now thy sting ? 
 Once He died, our souls to save ; 
 Where thy victory, O Grave? 
 
 Soar we now where Christ has led, 
 Following our exalted Head ; 
 Made like Him, like Him we rise ; 
 Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 
 
 What though once we perished all, 
 Partners in our parents' fall ? 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM 19 
 
 Second life we all receive, 
 In our Heavenly Adam live. 
 
 Risen with Him, we ujDward move ; 
 Still we seek the things above ; 
 Still pursue, and kiss the Son 
 Seated on His Father's Throne. 
 
 Scarce on earth a thought bestow, 
 Dead to all we leave below ; 
 Heaven our aim, and loved abode. 
 Hid our hfe with Christ in God : 
 
 Hid, till Christ our Life appear 
 Glorious in His members here ; 
 Joined to Him, we then shall shine, 
 All immortal, all divine. 
 
 Hail the Lord of Earth and Heaven ! 
 Praise to Thee by both be given ! 
 Thee we greet triumphant now ! 
 Hail, the Resurrection Thou! 
 
 King of glory. Soul of bliss ! 
 Everlasting life is this, 
 Thee to know, Thy power to prove, 
 Thus to sing, and thus to love ! 
 
 Charles Wesley, h. 1708, d. 1788. 
 
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 XTII. 
 "irOIN all the alorions names 
 
 to" 
 
 O Of wisdom, love, and power, 
 
 That ever mortals knew, 
 
 That angels ever bore ; 
 All are too mean to speak His worth. 
 Too mean to set my Saviour forth. 
 
 But oh ! what gentle terms, 
 
 What condescending ways, 
 
 Doth our Redeemer use 
 
 To teach His heavenly grace ! 
 Mine eyes with joy and wonder see 
 What forms of love He bears for me. 
 
 Arrayed in mortal flesh 
 
 He like an Angel stands. 
 
 And holds the promises 
 
 And pardons in His hands; 
 Commissioned from His Father's throne 
 To make His grace to mortals known. 
 
 Great Prophet of my God, 
 
 My tongue w^ould bless Thy Name; 
 
 By Thee the joyful news 
 
 Of our Falvation came ; 
 The jojful news of sins forgiven. 
 Of hell subdued, and peace with Heaven. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 21 
 
 Be Thou my Counsellor, 
 
 My Pattern, and my Guide; 
 
 And throLigh this desert land 
 
 Still keep me near Thy side : 
 Oh, let my feet ne'er run astray, 
 Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way 
 
 I love my Shepherd's voice ; 
 
 His watchful eyes shall keep 
 
 My wandering soul among 
 
 The thousands of His sheep ; 
 He feeds His flock, He calls their names, 
 His bosom bears the tender lambs. 
 
 To this dear Surety's hand 
 
 "Will I commit my cause ; 
 
 He answers and fulfils 
 
 His Father's broken laws : 
 Behold my soul at freedom set ; 
 My Surety paid the dreadful debto 
 
 Jesus, my great High-Priest, 
 
 Offered His Blood and died ; 
 
 My guilty conscience seeks 
 
 Tso sacrifice beside : 
 His powerful Blood did once atone, 
 And now it pleads before the Throne. 
 
22 FA VOKITE HYMNS IN 
 
 My advocate appears 
 * For my defence on high ; 
 
 The Father bows His ears 
 And lays His thunder by: 
 Not that all hell or sin can say 
 Shall turn His heart, His love away. 
 
 My dear Almighty Lord, 
 
 My Conqueror and my King, 
 
 Thy sceptre and Thy sword, 
 
 Thy reigning grace, I sing : 
 Thine is the power : behold I sit 
 In willing bonds before Thy feet ! 
 
 Now let my soul arise, 
 
 And tread the Tempter down ; 
 
 My Captain leads me forth 
 
 To conquest and a crown ; 
 A feeble saint shall win the day, 
 Though death and hell obstruct the way* 
 
 Should all the hosts of death 
 
 And powers of hell unknown 
 
 Put their most dreadful forms 
 
 Of rage and mischief on, 
 I shall be safe ; for Christ displays 
 Superior power, and guardian grace. 
 
 Isaac Watts, b. 1674, d. 1748. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 23 
 
 XIV. 
 
 HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, 
 Great David's greater Son ! 
 Hail, in the time appointed. 
 
 His reign on earth begun ! 
 He comes to break oppression, 
 
 To let the captive free, 
 To take away transgression, 
 And rule in equity. 
 
 By such shall he be feared, 
 
 While sun and moon endure, 
 Beloved, obeyed, revered. 
 
 For he shall judge the poor. 
 Through changing generations 
 
 With mercy, justice, truth, 
 While stars maintain their stations, 
 
 Or moons renew their youth. 
 
 He comes with succor speedy, 
 
 To those who suffer wrong ; 
 To help the poor and needy. 
 
 And bid the weak be strong : 
 To give them songs for sighing, 
 
 Their darkness turn to light, 
 Whose souls, condemned and dying, 
 
 Were precious in His sight. 
 
24 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 He shall come down like showers 
 
 Upon the fruitful earth, 
 And love, jov, hope, like flowers, 
 
 Spring in His path to birth ; 
 Before Him, on the mountains, 
 
 Shall peace, the herald, go, 
 And righteousness, in fountains, 
 
 From hill to valley flow-. 
 
 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 th.e wealth of ocean 
 
 In tribute at His feet. 
 
 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. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 25 
 
 For 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. 
 
 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. 
 
 James Montgomery, b. 1771, d. 1854. 
 
 XV. 
 
 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun 
 Does his successive journeys run ; 
 His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
 Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 
 
 Behold the islands with their kinsfs. 
 And Europe, her best tribute brings ; 
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2b FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 From north to south, the princes meet, 
 To pay their homage at his feet. 
 
 There Persia, glorious to behold. 
 There India shines, in eastern gold, 
 And barbarous nations at his word 
 Submit and bow, and own their Lord. 
 
 For Him shall endless prayer be made, 
 And praises throng to crown His Head; 
 His Name, like sweet perfume, shall rise 
 With every morning sacrifice. 
 
 People and realms of every tongue 
 Dwell on His love with sweetest song, 
 And infant voices shall proclaim 
 Their early blessings on His Name. 
 
 Blessings abound where'er He reigns ; 
 The prisoner leaps to lose his chains ; 
 The weary find eternal rest, 
 And all the sons of want are blest. 
 
 "Where He displays His healing power, 
 Death and the curse are known no more ; 
 In Him the tribes of Adam boast 
 More blessings than their father lost. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 27 
 
 Let every creature rise, and bring 
 Peculiar honors to our King ; 
 Angels descend with songs again, 
 And earth repeat the long Amen ! 
 
 Isaac Watts, b. 1674. d. 1748. 
 
 FROM Greenland's icy mountains, 
 From India's coral strand, 
 Where Afric's sunny fountains 
 Roll down their golden sand, 
 From many an ancient river, 
 From many a palmy plain, 
 They call us to deliver 
 
 Their land from error's chain. 
 
 "What though the spicy breezes 
 
 Blow sofc o'er Java's isle ; 
 Though every prospect pleases, 
 
 And only man is vile ; 
 In vain with lavish kindness 
 
 The gifts of God are strown ; 
 The hea'hen in his blindness 
 
 Bows down to wood and stone. 
 
 Can we, whose souls are lighted 
 With wisdom from on high, 
 
28 FA VOIil TE H YMNS IN 
 
 Can we to men benighted 
 
 The lamp of life deny ? 
 Salvation ! O salvation ! 
 
 The joyful sound proclaim, 
 Till each remotest nation 
 
 Has learn'd Messiah's Name. 
 
 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, 
 
 And you, ye waters, roll, 
 Till \We 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. 
 
 Bisliop Reginald Heber, b. 1783, d. 1826. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 COME, Holy Spirit, come. 
 Let Thy bright beams arise. 
 Dispel the darkness fi om our minds, 
 ■ And open all our eyes. 
 
 Cheer our desponding hearts, 
 Thou heavenly Paraclete ; 
 Give us to lie, with humble hope, 
 At our Redeemer's feet. 
 
THEIR ORIGIXAL FORM. 29 
 
 Revive our drooping faith, 
 Our doubts and fears remove, 
 And kindle in our breasts tlie flame 
 Of never-dying love. 
 
 Convince us of our sin, 
 Then lead to Jesus' blood, 
 And to our wondering view reveal 
 The secret love of God. 
 
 Show us that loving Man 
 That rules the courts of bliss, 
 The Lord of hosts, the Mighty God, 
 The Eternal Prince of Peace. 
 
 'T is Thine to cleanse the heart, 
 To sanctify the soul. 
 To pour fresh life in every part, 
 And new-create the whole. 
 
 Dwell therefore in our hearts, 
 Our minds from bondage free ; 
 Then we shall know, and praise, and love 
 The Father, Son, and Thee ! 
 
 Joseph Hart, b. 1712, c?. 1768. 
 
30 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 GLORIOUS things of tbee are spokeD, 
 Zion, city of our God ; 
 He, whose word cannot 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 mayst smile at all thy foes. 
 
 See, the streams of living w^aters, 
 
 Springing from etei'nal love, 
 Well supply thy sons and daughters, 
 
 And all fear of want remove : 
 Who can faint, while such a river 
 
 Ever flows thy thirst to assuage ; 
 Grace, which, like the Lord ihe giver, 
 
 Never fails from age to age ? 
 
 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. 
 
THEIR ORIGIXAL FORM. 31 
 
 Blest inhabitants of Zion, 
 
 Washed in the Redeemer's blood, 
 Jesus, whom their souls rely on, 
 
 Makes them kings and priests to God. 
 'Tis Ili.-^ love His people raises 
 
 Over self to reign as kings, 
 And as priests, His solemn praises 
 
 Each for a thank-ofFerinoj brino-s. 
 
 Saviour, if of Zion's cit}^ 
 
 I, through grace, a member am, 
 Let the world deride or pity, 
 
 I will glory in Thy Name : 
 Fading is the worldling's pleasure, 
 
 All his boasted pomp and show ; 
 Solid joys and lasting treasure 
 
 None but Zion's children know. 
 
 John Newton, b. 1725, d. 1807. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 TE servants of the Lord, 
 Each in his office w^ait, 
 Observant of His heavenly word, 
 And Avatchful at His gate. 
 
 Let all your lamps be bright. 
 And trim the golden flame ; 
 
32 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 Gird up your loins, as in His sight, 
 For awful is His name. 
 
 Watch ; 't is your Lord's command ; 
 And, while w^e speak, He's near; 
 Mark the first signal of His hand, 
 And ready all appear. 
 
 happy servant he, 
 In such a posture found ! 
 He shall his Lord with rapture see. 
 And be with honor crowned. 
 
 Christ shall the banquet spread 
 With His own Ivoyal hand ; 
 And raise that favorite servant's head 
 Amid the angelic bcind. 
 
 Philip Doddridge, b. 1702, d. 1751. 
 
 XX. 
 
 COME, we that love the Lord, 
 And let our joys be known ; 
 Join in a song with sweet accord, 
 And thus surround the throne. 
 
 The sorrows of the mind 
 Be banished from the place : 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 33 
 
 Religion never was designed 
 To make our pleasures less. 
 
 Let those refuse to sing 
 That never knew our God ; 
 But favorites of the Heavenly King 
 May speak their joys abroad. 
 
 The God that rules on high, 
 And thunders when he please, 
 That rides upon the stormy sky, 
 And manages the seas, 
 
 This awful God is ours. 
 Our Father and our love, 
 He shall send down His heavenly powers 
 To carry us above. 
 
 There we shall see His face, 
 And never, never sin : 
 There, from the rivers of His grace 
 Drinli endless pleasures in. 
 
 Yes, and before we rise 
 To that immortal state. 
 The thoughts of such amazing bliss 
 Should constant joys create. 
 2* 
 
34 FAVORITE H YMNS IN 
 
 The men of grace have found 
 Gloiy begun below ; 
 Celestial fruits on earthly ground 
 From faith and hope may grow. 
 
 The hill of Zion yields 
 A thousand sacred sweets, 
 Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
 Or walk the golden streets. 
 
 Then let our songs abound, 
 And every tear be ury : 
 We're marching through Kmmanuers ground 
 To fairer worlds on liigh. 
 
 Isaac Watts, b. 1674, d. 1748. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 JESUS, where'er Thy people meet, 
 There they behold Thy mercy-seat ; 
 Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, 
 And every place is hallowed ground. 
 
 For Thou, within no walls confined, 
 Inhabitest the humble mind ; 
 Such ever brhig Thee where they come. 
 And going take Thee to their home. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 35 
 
 Dear Shepherd of Thy chosen few, 
 Thy former mercies here renew ; 
 Here to onr waitinjr hearts proclaim 
 The sweetness of Thy saving Name. 
 
 Here may we jorove the power of prayer 
 To strengthen faith, and sweeten care, 
 To teach our faint desires to » ise, 
 And bring all Heaven before our eyes. 
 
 Behold, at Thy commanding word, 
 We stretch the curtain and the cord; 
 Come Thou, and fill this wider space, 
 And bless us with a large increase. 
 
 Lord, we are few, but Thou art near ; 
 Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear ; 
 O rend the heavens, come quickly down, 
 And make a thousand hearts Thine own ! 
 
 William Cou'per, b. 1731, d. 1800. 
 
 XXTI. 
 
 MY soul, repeat His praise 
 Whose mercies are so great. 
 Whose anger is so slow to rise. 
 So ready to abate. 
 
36 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 God will not always chide : 
 And when His strokes are felt, 
 His strokes are fewer than our crimes, 
 And lighter than our guilt. 
 
 High as the heavens are raised 
 Above the ground we tread, 
 So far the riches of His grace 
 Our highest thoughts exceed. 
 
 . His powder subdnes our sins; 
 
 And His forgiving love, 
 Far as the east is from the west, 
 Doth all our guilt remove. 
 
 The pity of the Lord 
 To tho-e that fear His Name, 
 Is such as tender parents feel ; 
 He knows onr feeble frame. 
 
 He knows we are but dust, 
 Scattered with every breath ; 
 His anger, like a rising wind, 
 Can send us swift to death. 
 
 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. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 37 
 
 But Thy compassions, Lord, 
 To endless years endure, 
 And children's children ever find 
 Tiiy words of promise sure. 
 
 Isaac Watts, h. 1674, d. 1748. 
 
 XXIIL 
 
 THERE is a fountain filled with blood 
 Drawn from Emmanuel's veins ; 
 And sinners plunged beneath that flood 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 And there have I, as vile as he, 
 
 Washed all my sins away. 
 
 Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious Blood 
 
 Shall never lose its power, 
 Till all the ransomed Church of God . 
 
 Be saved, to sin no more. 
 
 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
 
 Thy flowing wounds supply, 
 Redeeming love har. been my theme. 
 
 And shajl be till I die. 
 
38 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 Then in a nobler, sweeter song 
 
 I '11 sing Thj power to save, 
 "When this poor lisping, stammering tongue 
 
 Lies silent in the grave- 
 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, 
 
 Unworthy though I be. 
 For me a blood-bought free reward, 
 
 A golden harp for me : 
 
 'T is strung, and tuned for endless years. 
 
 And formed by power divine, 
 To sound in God the Father's ears 
 
 No other Name but Thir-e. 
 
 William Cowper, b. 173\, d. 1800. 
 
 XXIV. 
 "OOCK of Ages, cleft for me, 
 -^ ^ Let me hide myself in Thee ! 
 Let the water and the blood, 
 From Thy riven side which flowed, 
 Be of sin the double cure. 
 Cleanse me from i's guilt and power. 
 
 Not the labors of my hands 
 Can fulfil Thy law's demands ; 
 
TliEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 39 
 
 Could my zeal no respite know, 
 Could my tears forever flow, 
 All for sin could not atone 
 Thou must save, and Thou alone. 
 
 Nothing in my hand I bring ; 
 Simply to Thy Cross I cling ; 
 Naked, come to Thee for dress ; 
 Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; 
 Foul, I to the Fountain fly ; 
 Wash me. Saviour, or I die ! 
 
 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
 When my eyestrings break in death, 
 When I soar through tracts unknown, 
 See Thee on Thy judgment-throne ; 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me. 
 Let me hide myself in Thee ! 
 
 Augustus Montague Toplady, b, 1740, d. 1778. 
 
 XXV. 
 1 \ yT HY do we mourn departing friends, 
 
 V V Or shake at death's alarms ? 
 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends 
 To call them to His arms. 
 
40 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 Are we not tending upward too, 
 
 As fast as time can move ? 
 Nor would we wish the hours more slow 
 
 To keep us from our love. 
 
 Why should we tremble to convey 
 
 Their bodies to the tomb ? 
 There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 
 
 And left a long perfume. 
 
 The graves of all His saints He blessed, 
 
 And softened every bed : 
 Where should the dying members rest, 
 
 But with the dying head? 
 
 Thence He arose, ascending high, 
 
 And showed our feet tlie way ; 
 Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly 
 
 At the great rising day. 
 
 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 
 
 And bid our kindred rise : 
 Awake, ye nations under ground ! 
 
 Ye saints, ascend the skies ! 
 
 Isaac Watts, b. 1674, d. 1748. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 4 1 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 EISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 
 Thy better portion trace ; 
 Rise from transitory things 
 
 Towards Heaven, thy native place. 
 Sun and moon and stars decay ; 
 Time shall soon this earth remove ; 
 Rise, "my soul, anv.1 haste away 
 To seats prepare 1 above. 
 
 Rivers to the ocean run, 
 
 Nor stay in all their course ; 
 Fire ascending seeks the sun ; , 
 
 Both speed them to their source : 
 So my soul, derived from God, 
 Pants to view His glorious face, 
 Forward tends to His abode, 
 
 To rest in His embrace. 
 
 Fly me Riches, fly me Cares, 
 
 Whilst I that coast explore ; 
 Flattering world, with all thy snares 
 
 Solicit me no more ! 
 Pilgrims fix not here their home : 
 Strangers tarry but a night ; 
 When the last dear morn is come, 
 
 They'll rise to joyful light. 
 
4:2 FA VORITE I/YMNS IN 
 
 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn ; 
 
 Press onward to the prize ; 
 Soon our Saviour will return 
 
 Triumphant in the skies. 
 Yet a season, and you know 
 Happy entrance will be given, 
 All our sorrows left below, 
 
 And earth exchanged for heaven. 
 
 Robert Seagrave, b. 1693, d. unknown. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 OUR God, our help in ages past, 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
 And our eternal home : 
 
 Under the shadow of Thy Throne 
 Thy saints have dwelt secure ; 
 
 Sufficient is Thine arm alone, 
 And our defence is sure. 
 
 Before the hills in order stood, 
 Or earth received her frame, 
 
 From everlasting Thou art God, 
 To endless years the same. 
 
 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, 
 " Eeturn ye sons of men :" 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 43 
 
 All nations rose from earth at first, 
 And turn to earth again. 
 
 A thousand ages in Thy sight 
 Are like an evening gone ; 
 Short as the watch that ends the night 
 
 Before the risinof sun 
 
 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, 
 
 "With all their lives and cares, 
 Are carried downwards by Thy flood, 
 
 And lost in following years. 
 
 Time, like an ever-rolling stream. 
 
 Bears all its sons away ; 
 They fly forgotten, as a dream 
 
 Dies at the opening day. 
 
 Like flowery fields the nations stand. 
 
 Pleased with the morning light : 
 The flowers, beneath the mower's hand, 
 
 Lie witherinof ere 'tis ni<]rht. 
 
 Our God, our help in ages past ; 
 
 Our hope for years to come ; 
 Be Thou our guard while troubles last. 
 
 And our eternal home ! 
 
 Isaac Watts, b. 1674, d. 1748. 
 
44 FA VORITE H YMNS IN 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 TDI^AYER is the soul's sincere desire, 
 -^ Uttered, or unexpressed ; 
 The motion of a hidden fire 
 That trembles in the breast. 
 
 Prayer is the burthen of a sigh, 
 
 The falling of a tear, 
 The upward glancing of the eye, 
 
 When none but God is near. 
 
 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 
 
 That infant lips can try ; 
 Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 
 
 The Majesty on high. 
 
 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice 
 
 Returning from his ways, 
 While angels in their songs rejoice, 
 
 And cry, Behold, he prays ! 
 
 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath. 
 
 The Christian's native air ; 
 His watchword at the gates of death; 
 
 He enters Heaven with prayer. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 45 
 
 The saints, in prayer, appear as one 
 
 In word, and deed, and mind ; 
 While with the Father and the Son 
 
 Sweet fellowship they find. 
 
 Nor prayer is made by man alone : 
 
 The Holy Spirit pleads ; 
 And Jesus, on the eternal Throne, 
 
 For mourners intercedes. 
 
 O 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 ! 
 
 James Montgomery, h. 1771, d. 1854, 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 "T-TT-HEN all Thy mercies, O my God, 
 
 V V My rising soul surveys, 
 Transported with the view, I'm lost 
 
 Li wonder, love, and praise. 
 
 O how shall words with equal warmth 
 
 The gratitude declare, 
 That glows within my ravished heart ! 
 
 But Thou canst read it there. 
 
46 FA VORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 Thy Providence my life sustained, 
 And all my wants redrest, 
 
 When in the silent womb I lay, 
 And hung upon the breast. 
 
 To all my weak complaints and cries 
 
 Thy mercy lent an ear, 
 Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt 
 
 To form themselves in prayer. 
 
 Unnumbered comforts to my soul 
 
 Thy tender care bestowed, 
 Before my infant heart conceived 
 
 From whence these comforts flowed. 
 
 When in the slippery paths of youth 
 
 With heedless steps I ran, 
 Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, 
 
 And led me up to man. 
 
 Through hidden dangers, toils, and death, 
 
 It gently cleared my way ; 
 And through the pleasing snares of vice, 
 
 More to be feared than they. 
 
 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou 
 With health renewed my face ; 
 
 And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, 
 Eevived my soul with grace. 
 
THBUi ORIGINAL FORM. 47 
 
 Thy bounteons hand with worldly bliss 
 
 Has made my cup run o'er ; 
 And in a kind and faithful fiiend 
 
 Has doubled all my store. 
 
 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 
 
 My daily thanks employ ; 
 Nor is the least a cheerful heart 
 
 That tastes those gifts with joy. 
 
 Through every period of my life 
 
 Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 
 And after death, in distant worlds, 
 
 The glorious theme renew. 
 
 When nature fails, and day and night 
 
 Divide thy works no more, 
 My ever-grateful heart, O Lord, 
 
 Thy mercy shall adore. 
 
 Through all eternity to Thee 
 
 A joyful song I'll raise : 
 But oh ! eternity's too short 
 
 To utter aU Thy praise ! 
 
 Joseph Addison, b. 1672, d. 1719. 
 
48 FA VORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 XXX. 
 
 COME, my soul, Thy suit prepare j 
 Jesus loves to answer prayer : 
 He Himself has bid thee pray, 
 Therefore will not say thee nay. 
 
 Thou art coming to a King, 
 Large petitions with thee bring ; 
 For His grace and power are such, 
 None can ever ask too much. 
 
 With my burden I begin ; 
 Lord, remove this load of sin ; 
 Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
 Set my conscience free from guilt. 
 
 Lord, I come to Thee for rest ; 
 Take possession of my breast ; 
 There Thy blood-bought right maintain, 
 And without a rival reign. 
 
 As the image in the glass 
 Answers the beholder's face. 
 Thus unto my heart appear. 
 Print Thine own resemblance there. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 49 
 
 While I am a pilgrim here, 
 
 Let Thy love my spirit cheer ; 
 
 As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, 
 
 Lead me to my journey's end. 
 
 Show me what I have to do ; 
 Every hour ray strength renew ; 
 Let me live a life of faith ; 
 Let me die Thy people's death. 
 
 John Newton, h. 1725, d. 1807. 
 
 XXXI* 
 
 MY faith looks up to Thee, 
 Thou Lamb of Cavalry, 
 Saviour divine ! 
 Now hear me while I pray ; 
 Take all my guilt away ; 
 O let me from this day 
 Be wholly Thine ! 
 
 May Thy rich grace impart 
 Strength to my fainting heart, 
 
 My zeal inspire ! 
 As Thou hast died for me, 
 
 * The only change which I have met with in this hymn, is the substitution 
 
 of distress for distrust in the last stanza. 
 
50 FA VORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 O may my love to Thee 
 Pure, warm, and changeless be, 
 A living fire ! 
 
 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. 
 
 When ends life's transient dream. 
 When death's cold sullen stream 
 
 Shall o'er me roll ; 
 Blest Saviour ! then in love 
 Fear and distrust remove ; 
 O bear me safe above, 
 
 A ransomed soul ! 
 
 Ray Palmer, b. 1808. 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 "X "TOW it belongs not to my care 
 ,^^,,^^. ^^^- J\] Whether I die or live ; 
 <c-, ^-v.^^ -V To love and serve Thee is my share, 
 h.,^^ V And this Thy grace must give. ^ 
 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 51 
 
 If death shall brui>e this springing seed 
 
 Before it covaei to fruit, 
 The will with Thee goes for the deed, 
 
 Thy life was in the root. ^ ^ cryyvJu/ 
 
 "Would I long bear my heavy load,. 
 
 And keep my sorrows long ? 
 Would I long sin against my God, « 
 
 And His dear mercy wrong? 
 
 How much is sinful flesh my foe. 
 
 That doth my soul jDervert 
 To linger here in sin and woe, 
 
 And steals from God my heart ! 
 
 Christ leads me through no darker rooms 
 
 Than He went through before ; 
 He that unto God's Kingdom comes 
 
 Must enter by this door. 
 
 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet 
 
 Thy blessed face to see ; 
 For, if Thy work on earth be sweet. 
 
 What will Thy glory be ? 
 
 Then I shall end my sad complaints, 
 
 And weary sinful days, 
 And join with the trmmphant saints 
 
 That smg Jehovah's praise. 
 
52 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 My knowledge of that life is small ; 
 
 The eye of faith is dim ; 
 But it 's enough that Christ knows all, 
 
 And I shall be with Him. 
 
 Richard Baxter, b. 1615, d. 1691. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 OFOR an heart to praise my God, 
 A heart from sin set free ! 
 A heart that always feels Thy Blood, 
 So freely spilt for me ! 
 
 An heart resigned, submissive, meek, 
 My dear Redeemer's throne ; 
 
 "Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
 Where Jesus reigns alone. 
 
 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, 
 
 Believing, true, and clean : 
 "Which neither life nor death can part 
 
 From Him that dwells within : 
 
 An heart in every thought renewed. 
 
 And full of love divine ; 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 
 
 A copy. Lord of Thine. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 53 
 
 My heart, Thou know'st, can never rest 
 
 Till Thou create my peace ; 
 Till of my Eden re-possessed, 
 
 From every sin I cease. 
 
 Fruit of Thy gracious lips, on me 
 
 Bestow that fruit unknown : 
 The hidden manna, and the tree 
 
 Of life and the white stone. 
 
 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; 
 
 Come quickly from above ; 
 Write Thy new Name upon my heart, 
 
 Thy new, best Name of Love. 
 
 Charles Weslei/, b. 1708, d. 1788. 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 WHEN T survey life's varied scene, 
 Amid the darkest hours 
 Sweet rays of comfort shine between, 
 And thorns are mixed with flowers. 
 
 Lord, teach me to adore Thy ha'nd, 
 From whence my comforts liow, 
 
 And let me in this desert land 
 A glimpse of Canaan know. 
 
54 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 Is health and ease my liappy share ! 
 
 O may I bless my God ; 
 Thy kindness let my songs declare, 
 
 And spread Thy praise abroad. 
 
 While such delightful gifts as these 
 
 Are kindly lent to me, 
 Be all my hours of health and ease 
 
 Devoted, Lord, to Thee. 
 
 In griefs and pains Thy sacred word, 
 (Dear solace of my soul !) 
 
 Celestial comforts can afford, 
 And all their power control. 
 
 When present sufferings pain my heart, 
 
 Or future terrors rise, 
 And light and hope almost depart 
 
 From these dejected eyes : 
 
 Thy powerful word supports my hope, 
 Sweet cordial of the mind ! 
 
 And bears my fainting spirit up, 
 And bids me wait resigned. 
 
 And Oh ! whate'er of earthly bliss 
 Thy sovereign hand denies, 
 
 Accepted at Thy throne of grace 
 Let this petition rise : 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM 50 
 
 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 
 
 From every murmur free ; 
 The blessings of Thy grace impart, 
 And let me live to Thee. 
 
 Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine 
 
 My path of life attend, 
 Thy presence through my journey shine. 
 
 And bless its happy end ! 
 
 Anne Steele, b. 1717, rf. 1778. 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 THY way, not mine, O Lord, 
 However dark it be ! 
 Lead me by Thine own hand. 
 Choose out the path for me. 
 
 Smooth let it be or rough. 
 It w^ill be still the best ; 
 
 Winding or straight, it leads 
 Right onward to Thy rest. 
 
 I dare not choose my lot ; 
 
 I would not, if I might ; 
 Choose Thou for me, my God ; 
 
 So shall I walk aright. 
 
56 FAVORITE H YMNS IN 
 
 The kingdom that I seek 
 
 Is Thine ; so let the way 
 That leads to it be Thine ; 
 
 Else I must surely stray. 
 
 Take Thou my cup, and it 
 
 With joy or sorrow fill, 
 As best to Thee may seem ; 
 
 Choose Thou my good and ill ; 
 
 Choose Thou for me my friends, 
 
 My sickness or my health ; 
 Choose Thou my cares for me, 
 My poverty or wealth. 
 
 Not mine, not mine the choice, 
 
 In things or great or small ; 
 Be Thou my guide, my strength, 
 
 My wisdom, and my all. 
 
 Horatius Bonar, h. 1808. 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 FATHER, I know that all my life 
 Is portioned out for me. 
 And the changes that are sure to come 
 
 I do not fear to see ; 
 But I ask Thee for a present mind. 
 Intent on pleasing thee. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 57 
 
 I ask Thee for a thonghtful love, 
 
 Through constant watcliing wise, 
 To meet the glad with jojful smiles 
 
 And wijDe the weeping eyes ; 
 And a heart at leisure from itself, 
 
 To soothe and sympathize. 
 
 I would not have the restless will 
 
 That harries to and fro; 
 Seeking for some great thing to do, 
 
 Or secret thing to know : 
 I would be treated as a child, 
 
 And guided where I go. 
 
 "Wherever in the world I am, 
 
 In whatsoe'er estate, 
 I have a fellowship with hearts 
 
 To-keep and cultivate, 
 And a work of lowly love to do, 
 
 For the Lord on whom I wait. 
 
 So I ask Thee for the daily strength 
 
 To none that ask denied. 
 And a mind to blend with outward life, 
 
 "While keeping at Thy side ; 
 
 Content to fill a little space. 
 
 If Thou be glorified. 
 3# 
 
58 FA VORITE HY3INS IN 
 
 And if some things I do not ask 
 
 In my cup of blessing be, 
 I would have my spirit filled the more 
 
 With gratefid love to Thee ; 
 More careful, not to serve Thee much, 
 
 But to please Thee perfectly. 
 
 There are briers besetting every path, 
 
 That call for patient care ; 
 There is a cross in every lot, 
 
 And an earnest need for prayer ; 
 But a lowly heart, that leans on Thee 
 
 Is happy anywhere. 
 
 In a service which Thy will appoints 
 
 There are no bonds for me ; 
 For my inmost heart is taught the Truth 
 
 That makes Thy children free ; 
 And a life of self-renouncing love 
 
 Is a life of liberty. 
 
 Anna Lcetitia Waring, b. unknown. 
 
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 THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 59 
 
 XXXYIL 
 UIET, Lord, my fro ward heart, 
 Make me teachable and mild, 
 Upright, simple, free fiom art, 
 Make me as a weaned child. 
 From distrust and envy free, 
 Pleased with all that pleases Thee. 
 
 What Thou shalt to-day provide, 
 
 Let me as a child receive ; 
 What to-morrow may betide 
 
 Calmly to Thy wisdom leave; 
 'Tis enough that Thou wilt care ; 
 Why should I the burden bear? 
 
 As a little child relies 
 
 On a care beyond his own. 
 Knows he's neither strong nor wise, 
 
 Fears to stir a step alone ; 
 Let m3 thus with Thee abide. 
 As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 
 
 Thus, preserved from Satan's wiles. 
 Safe from dangers, free from fears, 
 
 May I live upon Thy smiles 
 Till the promised hour appears. 
 
 When the sons of God shall prove 
 All their Father's boundless love ! 
 
 John Newton, b, 1725, d. 1807. 
 
60 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 JESUS, cast a look on me ; 
 Give me sweet simplicity, 
 Make me poor and keep me low, 
 Seeking only Thee to know. 
 
 Weaned from my lordly self, 
 Weaned from the miser's pelf, 
 Weaned from the scorner's ^vays, 
 Weaned from the Inst of praise. 
 
 All that feeds my busy pride, 
 Cast it evermore aside ; 
 Bid my will to Thine submit ; 
 Lay me humbly at Thy feet. 
 
 Make me like a little child, 
 Of my strength and wisdom spoiled, 
 Seeing only in Thy .light, 
 Walking only in Thy might, 
 
 Leaning on Thy loving breast, 
 Where a weary soul may rest ; 
 Feeling well the peace of God 
 Flowing from Thy gracious Blood ! 
 
THEIR ORIGLYAL FORM. 61 
 
 111 this posture let me live, 
 And hosannas daily give ; 
 In this temper let me die, 
 And hosannas ever cry ! 
 
 John Berridge, b. 1716, d. 1793. 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 THE Lord my .Shepherd is, 
 I shall be well supplied ; 
 Since He is mine, and I am His, 
 "What can I \Yant beside ? 
 
 He leads me to the place 
 Where h- aveuly pasture grows, 
 "Where living waters gently pass, 
 And full salvation flows. 
 
 If e'er I go astray, 
 He doth my soul reclaim, 
 And guides me in His own right way 
 For His most holy Name. 
 
 While He affords His aid, 
 I cannot yield to fear ; 
 Though I should walk through death's dark shade, 
 My Shepherd's with me there. 
 
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 In spite of all my foes 
 Thou dost my table spread ; 
 My cup with blessings overflows, 
 And joy exalts my head. 
 
 The bounties of Thy love 
 Shall crown my following days ; 
 Nor from Thy house will I remove, 
 Nor cease to speak Thy praise. 
 
 Isaac Watts, 6. 1 6 74 , c?. 1 748. 
 
 XL. 
 
 JESU, lover of my soul, 
 Let me to Thy bosom fly, 
 AVhile the nearer waters roll, 
 
 While the tempest still is high ! 
 Hide me, my Saviour, hide, 
 
 Till the storm of life is past, 
 Safe into the haven guide ; 
 O receive my soul at last ! 
 
 Other refuge have I none ; 
 
 Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; 
 Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 
 
 Still support and comfort me ! 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 03 
 
 All my trust on Thee is stayed, 
 
 All my help from Thee I bring : 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 
 With the shadow of Thy wing ! 
 
 Wilt Thou not regard my call ? 
 
 Wilt Thou not accept my prayer ? 
 Lo ! I sink, I faint, I fall ! 
 
 Lo ! on Thee I cast my care ! 
 Reach me out Thy gracious hand ! 
 
 While I of Thy strength receive, 
 Hoping against hope I stand. 
 
 Dying, and behold I live ! 
 
 Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; 
 
 More than all in Thee I find : 
 Raise the fallen, cheer the ftiint. 
 
 Heal tlie sick, and lead the blind ! 
 Just and lioly is Thy Name ; 
 
 I am all unrighteousness ; 
 False and full of sin I am, 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 
 Plenteous grace w^ith Thee is found, 
 
 Grace to cover all my sin ; 
 Let the healing streams abound ; 
 
 Make and keep me pure within ! 
 
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 Thou of Life the Fountain art, 
 
 Freely let me take of Thee ; 
 Spring Thou up within my heart ! 
 
 Rise to all eternity ! 
 
 Charles Weslet/, b. 1708, d. 1788. 
 
 XLI. 
 
 CHRIST, who^e glory fills the skies, 
 Christ, the true, the only Light, 
 Sun of Righteousness, arise, 
 
 Triumph o'er the shades of night ! 
 Day-spring from on high, be near ! 
 Day-star, in my heart appear ! 
 
 Dark and cheerless is the morn 
 
 Unaccompanied by Thee ; 
 Joyless is the day's return, 
 
 Till Thy mercy's beams I see ; 
 Till they inward light impart, 
 Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 
 
 Visit then this soul of mine. 
 
 Pierce the gloom of sin and grief! 
 
 Fill me. Radiancy Divine, 
 Scatter all my unbelief! 
 
 More and more Thyself display, 
 
 Shining to the perfect day ! 
 
 Charles Wesley, b. 1708, d. 1! 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 65 
 
 XLII* 
 
 ALL praise to Thee, my God, this night, 
 For all the bles>ings of the light ; 
 Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 
 Beneath Thine own Almighty wings ! 
 
 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, 
 The ill that I this day have done ; 
 That with the world, myself, and Thee, 
 I, ere I sleej), at peace may be. 
 
 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The grave as little as my bed ! 
 To die, that this vile body may 
 Rise glorious at the aw!ul day! 
 
 O may my soul on Thee repose ; 
 And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close; 
 Sleep, that may me more vigorous make 
 To serve my God when T awake ! 
 
 When in the night I sleepless lie. 
 My soul with heavenly thoughts supply ! 
 Let no ill dreams disturb my rest. 
 No powers of darkness me molest ! 
 
 * It ii inipoi^sible for me to determine whether Ken originally began this 
 hymn with the words All praise, or with the word Glory. The best authori- 
 ties are divided. 
 
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 Dull sleep, of sense me to deprive ! 
 I am but half my time alive : 
 Thy faithful lovers, Lord, are grieved 
 To lie so long of Thee bereaved. 
 
 But though !-leep o'er my frailty reigns, 
 Let it not hold me long in chains ! 
 And now and then let loose my heart, 
 Till it an hallelujah dart ! 
 
 The faster slee«p the senses binds, 
 The more unfettered are our minds ; 
 O may my soul, from matter free, 
 Thy loveline:=s unclouded see ! 
 
 O when shall I, in endless day. 
 Forever chase dark sleep away, 
 And hymns watli the supernal choir 
 Incessant sing, and never tire? 
 
 O may my Guardian, while I sleep, 
 Close to my bed his vigils keep ; 
 His love angelical instil ; 
 Stop all the avenues of ill ; 
 
 May he celestial joy rehearse, 
 
 And thought to thought with me converse ; 
 
 Or in my stead, all the night long, 
 
 Sing to my God a grateful song ! 
 
THEIR ORlGiyAL FORM 67 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, 
 Praise Him, all creatures here below ! 
 Praise II im above, ye heavenly host ! 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
 
 Bishop Thoim.s Ken, b. 1637, d. 1711. 
 
 XLIIL 
 
 SUN of my soul. Thou Saviour dear, 
 It is not night if Thou be near ; 
 Oh ! may no earth-born cloud arise 
 To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes ! 
 
 When round Thy wondrous works below 
 My searching rapturous glance I throw, 
 Tracing out wisdom, power, and love, 
 In earth or sky, in stream or grove ; 
 
 Or, by the light Thy words disclose. 
 Watch time's fall river as it flows, 
 Scanning Thy gi-acious Providence, 
 Where not too deep for mortal sense ; 
 
 When w'itli dear friends sweet talk I hold, 
 And all the flowers of life unfold ; 
 Let not my heart within me burn, 
 Except in all I Thee discern ! 
 
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 "When the soft dews of kindly sleep 
 My wearied eyelids gently steep, 
 Be my last thought, how sweet to rest 
 Forever on my Saviour's breast ! 
 
 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
 For without Thee I cannot live ! 
 Abide with me when night is nigh, 
 For without Thee I dare not die ! 
 
 Thou Framcr cf (he light and dark. 
 Steer through the tempest Thine own ark ! 
 Amid the howling, wintry sea 
 "We arc in port if we have Thee. 
 
 The rulers of this Christian land, 
 'Twixt Thee and us ordained to stand, 
 Guide Thou their course, O Lord, aright! 
 
 Let all do all as in Thy sight ! 
 
 Oh ! by Thine own sad burthen, borne 
 So meekly up the hill of scorn, 
 Teach Thou Thy priests their daily cross 
 To bear as Thine, nor count it loss ! 
 
 If some poor wandering child of Thine 
 Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine; 
 Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; 
 Let him no more lie down in sin ! 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. G9 
 
 "Watch by the sick, enrich the poor 
 With blessings from Thy boundless store ! 
 Be every mourner's sleep to night 
 Like infant's slumbers, pure and light ! 
 
 Come nCcV and bless ns when we wake, 
 Ere through the world our way we take : 
 'Till, in the ocean of Thy love. 
 We lose ourselves in Heaven above ! 
 
 John Kehle, b. 1792, d. 1866. 
 
 XLIV. 
 
 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, 
 To praise Thy Name, give thanks and sing, 
 To show Thy love by morning light. 
 And talk of all Thy truth at night. 
 
 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 
 No mortal cares shall seize ray breast : 
 O may my heart in tune be found, 
 Like Davdd's harp of solemn sound ! 
 
 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, 
 And ble>s His works, and bless His word: 
 Thy works of grace, how^ bright they shine ! 
 How deep Thy counsels, how divine ! 
 
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 Fools never rcibe tlieir tliouglits so high ; 
 Like brutes they live, like brutes they die ; 
 Like grass they flourish, till Thy breath 
 Blast them in everlasting death. 
 
 But I shall share a glorious part, 
 "When grace hath well refined my heart, 
 And fresh supplies of joy are shed, 
 Like holy oil to cheer my head. 
 
 Sin, (my worst enemy before,) 
 Shall vex my eyes and ears no more ; 
 My inward foes shall all be slain. 
 Nor Satan break my peace again. 
 
 Then shall I see and hear and know 
 All I desired and wished below, 
 And every power find sweet employ 
 In that eternal world of joy ! 
 
 Isaac Watts, b. 1674, d. 1748. 
 
 XLV. 
 
 COME, O thou Traveller unknown, 
 Whom still I hold, but cannot see. 
 My company before is gone. 
 
 And T am left alone with Thee ! 
 With Thee all night I mean to stay, 
 And wrestle till the break of day. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 71 
 
 I need not tell Thee who I am, 
 
 My misery or 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. 
 
 In vain Thou strugglest 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 
 
 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. 
 
 'T is all in vain to hold Thy tongue, 
 
 Or touch the hollow of my thigh ; 
 Though every sinew be unstrung, 
 
 Out of my arras Thou shalt not fly ; 
 Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, 
 Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know. 
 
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 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 wken my all of strength shall fail, 
 
 I shall with the God -Man prevail. 
 
 My strength is gone ; my nature dies ; 
 
 I sink beneath Thy weighty hand, 
 Faint to revive, and fall to rise ; 
 
 I fall, and yet by faith I stand : 
 I stand, and will not let Thee go, 
 Till I Thy Name, Thy Nature know. 
 
 Yield to me now, for I am weak. 
 But confident in self-despair ; 
 
 Speak to my heart, in blessings speak. 
 Be conquered by my instant prayer ! 
 
 Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move, 
 
 And tell me, if Thy Name is Love ? 
 
 '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 ! 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 
 
 My prayer hath power with Gocl ; 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. 
 
 I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art ; 
 
 Jesus, the feeble sinner's Friend \ 
 Nor wilt Thou with the night depart, 
 
 But stay, and love me to the end I 
 Thy mercies never shall remove. 
 Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love! 
 
 The Sun of Righteousness on me 
 
 Hath rose, with healing io His wings ; 
 
 Withered my 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. 
 
 Contented now upon my thigh 
 
 I halt, till life's short journey end ; 
 
 All helplessness, ail weakness, I 
 
 On Thee alone for strength depend; 
 
 Nor have I power from Thee to move ; 
 
 Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love. 
 4 
 
74 FA VORITE H YMNS IN 
 
 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 Tliy Name, is Love ! 
 
 Charles Wesley, b. 1708, d. 1788. 
 
 XLVI. 
 
 JESUS, I my cross have taken, 
 All to leave, and follow Thee ; 
 Destitute, 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 a^e s'ill my own ! 
 
 Let the world despise and leave me, 
 
 They have left my Saviour too ; 
 Human hearts and looks deceive me ; 
 
 Thou art not, like them, untrue: 
 And, while Thou shalt smile upon me, 
 
 God of wisdom, love, nnd might. 
 Foes may hate, and friends may shun me : 
 
 Show Thy face, and all is bright ! 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 70 
 
 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure ! 
 
 Come, disaster, scorn, and jDain ! 
 In Thy service, pain is pleasure, 
 
 With Thy favor, loss is gain ! 
 I have called Thee, Abba, Father ! 
 
 I have stayed my heart on Thee ! 
 Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, 
 
 All must work for good to me. 
 
 Man may trouble and distress me, 
 
 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast ; 
 Life with trials hard may press me, 
 
 Heaven will bring me sweeter rest ! 
 O, 'tis not in grief to harm me, 
 
 While Thy love is left to me ! 
 O, 't were not in joy to charm me, 
 
 Were that joy unmixed with Thee ! 
 
 Take, my soul, thy full salvation ; 
 
 Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; 
 Joy to find, in every station, 
 
 Something- still to do or bear : 
 Think what >pirit dwells within thee ! 
 
 What a Father's smile is thine ! 
 What a Saviour died to win thee ! 
 
 Child of Heaven, shouldst thou repine ? 
 
76 FAVORITE HYM.YS IN 
 
 Haste then on from grace to glory, 
 
 Armed by faith, and Avingrd by prayer; 
 Heaven's eternal day's before thee, 
 
 God's own hand shall guide thee there! 
 Soon shall close thy earthly mission, 
 
 Swift t^hall pass tliy pilgrim days; 
 Hope soon change to glad fruition. 
 
 Faith to sight, and prayer to praise ! 
 
 Henry Francis Lyte, h. 1793, d. 1847. 
 
 XLVII. 
 
 ABIDE with me ! fast falls the even-tide ; 
 The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide t 
 When other helpers fail, and comforts flee. 
 Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! 
 
 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; 
 Earth's joys grow dim ; its glories pass away ; 
 Change and decay in all around I see ; 
 Thou, who changest not, abide with me ! 
 
 Not a brief glance I beg, a pa-sing word ; 
 But, as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord, 
 Familiar, condescending, patient, free. 
 Come, not to sojourn, but abide, with me ! 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM 77 
 
 Come not in terrors, as the King of kings ; 
 But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings; 
 Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea ; 
 Come, Friend of sinners, and thus 'bide with me ! 
 
 Thou on my head in early youth didst smile ; 
 And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile, 
 Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee. 
 On to the close, Lord, abide with me ! 
 
 I need Thy Presence every passing hour : 
 What but Thy grace can foil the Tempter's power? 
 Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ? 
 Through cloud and sunshine^ O abide with me ! 
 
 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless : 
 Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness : 
 Where is death's sting? where. Grave, thy victory ? 
 I triumph still, if Thou abide with me ! 
 
 Hold then Thy cross before my closing eyes ! 
 Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies ! 
 Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows 
 
 flee; 
 In life and death, O Lord, abide with me ! 
 
 Henry Francis Lyte, b. 1793, d. 1847. 
 
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 XL VIII. 
 
 COMMIT thou all thy griefs 
 And ways into His hands, 
 To His sni'e Truth and tender care, 
 Who earth and Heaven commands. 
 
 Who points the clouds their course, 
 Whom ^Yinds and seas obey, 
 He shall direct thy wandering feet, 
 He shall jDrepare thy way. 
 
 Thou on the Lord rely ; 
 So safe shalt thou go on ; 
 Fix on His work thy steadfast eye, 
 So shall thy work be done. 
 
 No profit canst thou gain 
 By self-consuming care ; 
 To Him commend thy cause ; His ear 
 Attends the softest prayer. 
 
 Thy everlasting Truth, 
 Father ! Thy ceaseless iove, 
 Sees all Thy children's wants, and knows 
 What best for each will prove. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM 79 
 
 And whatsoe'er Thou will'st 
 Thou dost, O King of kmgs ; 
 What Thy unerring wisdom chose, 
 Thy Power to being brings. 
 
 Thou everywhere hast sway, 
 And all things serve Thy might ; 
 Thy every act pure blessing is, 
 Thy path unsullied light. 
 
 When Thou arisest, Lord, 
 Who shall Thy work withstand ? 
 When all Thy children want Thou giv'st, 
 Who, who shall stay Thy hand ? 
 
 Give to the winds thy fears ; 
 Hope, and be undismayed ; 
 God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, 
 God shall lift up thy head. 
 
 Through waves and clouds and storms, 
 He gently clears thy way ; 
 Wait thou His time ; so shall this night 
 Soon end in joyous day. 
 
 Still heavy is thy heart ? 
 Still sink thy spirits down ? 
 Cast off the weight, let fear depart. 
 And every care be gone. 
 
80 FA VORITE HYMNS TN 
 
 What though thou rulest not? 
 Yet Heaven and earth and hell 
 Proclaim, God sitteth on the Throne, 
 And ruleth all tilings well ! 
 
 Leave to His sovereign sway 
 To choose and to command ; 
 So shalt thou wondering own, His way 
 How wise, how strong His hand ! 
 
 Far, far above thy thought 
 His counsel shall appear. 
 When fully He the work hath wrouglit 
 That caused thy needless fear. 
 
 Thou seest our weakness. Lord ! 
 Our hearts are known to Thee : 
 Oh ! lift Thou up the sinking hand. 
 Confirm the feeble knee ! 
 
 Let us, in life, in death. 
 Thy steadfast Truth declare, 
 And publish, with our latest breath, 
 Thy love and guardian care ! 
 
 John Wesley, h. 1703, d. 1791. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 81 
 
 XLIX. 
 
 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, 
 Down from the willows take ; 
 Loud to the praise of Love divine, 
 Bid every string awake. 
 
 Though in a foreign land, 
 We are not far from home ; 
 And nearer to our house above 
 We every moment come. 
 
 His Grace will to the end 
 Stronger and brighter shine ; 
 Nor present things, nor things to come, 
 Shall quench the spark divine. 
 
 Fastened within the vail, 
 Hope be your anchor strong ; 
 His loving Spirit the sweet gale 
 That wafts you smooth along. 
 
 Or, should the surges rise. 
 And peace delay to come, 
 Blest is the sorrow, kind the storm. 
 That drives us nearer home. 
 
 4* 
 
82 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 The people of His choice 
 He will not cast away ; 
 Yet do not always here expect 
 On Tabor's mount to stay. 
 
 When we in darkness walk, 
 Nor feel the heavenly flame, 
 Then is the time to trust our God, 
 And rest upon His Name. 
 
 Soon shall our doubts and fears 
 Subside at His control ; 
 His loving-kindness shall break through 
 The midnight of the ?oul. 
 
 No wonder, whe"n His Love 
 Pervades your kinfUiug breast, 
 You wish forever to retain 
 The heart- transporting Guest. 
 
 Yet learn, in every state, 
 To make His will your own ; 
 And, vv^hen the joys of sense depart, 
 To walk by faith alone. 
 
 By anxious fear depressed, 
 AVhen from the deep ye mourn, 
 " Lord, why so hasty to depart, 
 So tedious in return ? " 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 83 
 
 Still on His plighted Love 
 At all events rely ; 
 The very hidings of His face 
 Shall train thee up to joy. 
 
 Wait, till the shadows flee ; 
 "Wait thy appointed hour ; 
 Wait, till the Bridegroom of thy soul 
 . Reveal His Love with power. 
 
 The time of Love will come, 
 When thou shalt clearly see, 
 Not only that He shed His Blood, 
 But that it flowed for thee ! 
 
 Tarry His leisure, then, 
 Although He seem to stay ; 
 A moment's intercourse with Him 
 Thy grief will overpay. 
 
 Blest is the man, O God, 
 That stays himself on Thee ! 
 Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord, 
 Shall Thy salvation see ! 
 
 Augustus Montague Topladij, b. 1740, d. 1778. 
 
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 L. 
 
 FOREVER with the Lord! 
 Amen ! so let it be ! 
 Life from the dead is in that word, 
 'T is immortality ! 
 
 Here in the body pent, 
 Absent from Him I roam, 
 Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 
 A day's march nearer home. 
 
 My Father's house on high, 
 Home of my soul! how near, 
 At times, to faith's far-seeing eye, 
 Thy golden gates appear . 
 
 Ah ! then my spirit faints 
 To reach the land I love. 
 The bright inheritance of saints, 
 Jerusalem above ! 
 
 Yet clouds will intervene, 
 And all my prospect flies ; 
 Like Noah's dove, I flit between 
 Rough seas and stormy skies. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 85 
 
 Anon the clouds depart, 
 The winds and waters cease ; 
 While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart 
 Expands the bow of peace I 
 
 Beneath its glowing arch, 
 Along the hallowed ground, 
 I see cherubic armies march, 
 A camp of fire around. 
 
 I hear at morn and even. 
 At noon and midnight hour, 
 The choral harmonies of Heaven 
 Earth's Babel tongues o'erpower. 
 
 Then, then I feel, that He, 
 Remembered or forgot. 
 The Lord, is never far from me, 
 Though I perceive Him not. 
 
 James 2Jontgoinertj, h. 1771, d. 185-4. 
 
 LI. 
 
 SONGS of praise the angels sang, 
 Heaven with hallelujahs rang, 
 When Jehovah's work begun. 
 When He spake and it was done. 
 
86 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 Songs of praise awoke the morn, 
 "When the Prince of Peace was born ; 
 Songs of praise awoke when He 
 Captive led captivity. 
 
 Heaven and earth must pass away, 
 Songs of praise shall crown that day ; 
 God will make new heavens, new earth, 
 Songs of praise si: .-ill hail their birth. 
 
 And can man alone be dumb. 
 Till that glorious kingdom come ? 
 No : the Church delights to raise 
 Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 
 
 Saints below, with heart and voice, 
 Still in songs of praise rejoice. 
 Learning here, by fuith and love, 
 Songs of praise to sing above. 
 
 Borne upon their latest breath, 
 Songs of praise shall conquer death ; 
 Then, amidst eternal joy. 
 Songs of praise their powers employ. 
 
 James Montgomery, h. 1771, c?. 1854. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM Ot 
 
 LIT. 
 
 FRIEND 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. 
 
 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 affections transient fire, 
 Whose sparks fly upwards to expire. 
 
 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 happ'er sphere. 
 
 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. 
 
 James. Montgomery, b. 1771, d. 1854. 
 
FA VORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 LIIL 
 
 COME, let us join our cheerful songs 
 With angels round the Throne ; 
 Ten thousand thousand arc their tongues, 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, 
 " To be exalted thus ! " 
 " Worthy the Lamb ! " our lips reply, 
 " For He was slain for us." 
 
 Jesus is worthy to receive 
 
 Honor and power divine, 
 And blessings, more than we can give, 
 
 Be, Lord, forever Thine, 
 
 Let all that dwell above the sky. 
 
 And air, and earth, and seas, 
 Conspire to lift Thy glories high, 
 
 And speak Thine endless praise. 
 
 The whole Creation join in one 
 
 To bless the sacred Name 
 Of Him, that sits upon the Throne, 
 
 And to adore the Lamb ! 
 
 Isaac Watts, h. 1674, d, 1748. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 89 
 
 LIV. 
 
 TUST as I am, without one plea 
 But that Thy Blood was shed for me, 
 And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 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 ! 
 
 Just as I am, though tossed about 
 With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
 Fightings and fears within, without, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind, 
 Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
 Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, 
 Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ! 
 Because Thy promise I believe, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
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 Just as I am, (Thy Love unknown 
 Has broken every barrier down,) 
 Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 Just as I am, of that ^ree "ove 
 The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove, 
 Here for a season, then above, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 Charlotte Elliott, b. 1789, d. 1871. 
 
 LV. 
 
 HOW gentle God's commands, 
 How kind His precepts are ! 
 Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, 
 And trust His constant care. 
 
 While Providence supports, 
 Let saints securely dwell ; 
 That Hand, which bears all Nature up, 
 Shall guide His children well. 
 
 Why should this anxious load 
 Press down your weary mind? 
 Haste to your Heavenly Father's throne, 
 And sweet refreshment find. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 91 
 
 His goodness stands approved 
 Down to the present day ; 
 I'll drop my burden at His feet, 
 And bear a song away. 
 
 Philip Doddridrje, b. 1702, d. 1751. 
 
 LVI. 
 
 THERE is a land of pure delight, 
 Where saints immortal reign, 
 Infinite day excludes the night, 
 And pleasures banish pain. 
 
 There everlasting spring abides. 
 And never withering flowers ; 
 
 Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 
 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 
 Stand dressed in livino- green : 
 
 So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
 While Jordan rolled between. 
 
 But timorous mortals start and shrink 
 
 To cross this narrow sea, 
 And linger shivering on the brink. 
 
 And fear to launch away. 
 
92 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 O, could we make our doubts remove, 
 
 These gloomy doubts that rise, 
 And see the Canaan that we love 
 
 With unbeclouded eyes, — 
 
 Could we but climb where Moses stood; 
 
 And view the landscape o'er, — 
 Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 
 
 Should fright us from the shore. 
 
 Isaac Watts, b. 1674, d. \7< 
 
 LVIL 
 
 •7c 
 
 A 
 
 LL hail the power of Jesus^ name ! 
 Let angels prostrate fall ; 
 Bring forth the royal diadem, 
 And crown Him Lord of all ! 
 
 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 ! 
 
 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 ! 
 
 Ci^wriVHirAb ye foorniiV star^of iVht ! 
 He fft^ed tHis floating Kail ; \ ^ 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 93 
 
 Aid ^wiAHiiiKLcrcW tW ! ^ 
 
 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 ! 
 
 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, 
 
 1 e ransomed oi the tall, / 
 
 Hail Him who saveja you by His grace, ^ I 
 
 Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line, 
 
 Whom David Lord did call ; 
 The God incai-nate, Man Divine, 
 
 And crown Him Lord of all ! 
 
 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 ! 
 
 Let every tribe and every tongue 
 
 Tliat hear the Saviour's call, 
 Now shout in universal song, 
 
 And orown Him Lord ot all ! 
 laL ^&Vyfy^.tc!C- Rev. Edward Peironet, d. 1792. 
 
91: FAVORITE H YMNS IN 
 
 Lvm. 
 
 LOVE Divine, all loves excelling, 
 Joy of Heaven, to earth come down, 
 Fix in us 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. 
 
 Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit 
 
 Into every troubled breast ! 
 Let us all in Thee inherit, 
 
 Let us find that second rest. 
 Take away the love of sinning; 
 
 Alpha and Omega be ; 
 End of faith, as its beginning, 
 
 Set our hearts at liberty. 
 
 Come, Almighty to deliver ! 
 
 Let us all Thy life receive ; 
 Suddenly return, and never. 
 
 Never more Thy temples leave. 
 Thee we would be always blessing, 
 
 Serve Thee as Thy host above ; 
 Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing, 
 
 Glory in Thy perfect love. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 95 
 
 Finish, then, Thy new creation ; 
 
 Pure and spotless let it be ; 
 Let us see Thy great salvation 
 
 Perfectly secured by 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 ! 
 
 Charles Wesley, h. 1708, d. 1788. 
 
 LIX. 
 
 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. 
 
 Which of all our friends to save us. 
 Could or would have shed their blood ? 
 
 But our Jesus died to have us 
 Reconciled in Him to God: 
 
 This was boundless love indeed, 
 
 Jesus is a friend in need. 
 
 Men, when raised to lofty stations, 
 Often know their friends no more ; 
 
96 FA VORI TE H YM^H IX 
 
 Slight uiul scorn their poor relations, 
 Though they valued them before : 
 But our Saviour always owns 
 Those whom He redeemed with groans. 
 
 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. 
 
 Could we bear from one another 
 
 What He daily bears from us? 
 Yet this glorious Friend and Brother 
 
 Loves us, though we treat him thus ; 
 Though for good we render ill, 
 He accounts us brethren still. 
 
 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. 
 
 John New/on, b. 1725, d. 1807. 
 
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 THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 97 
 
 LX. ^ ' 
 
 ING to the Lord with joyful voice ; 
 
 Let ev'ry land His name adore ; 
 /vt c^7^ The northern isles shall send the noise 
 
 Across the ocean to the shore. 
 
 Nations^ attend before His throne 
 With solemn fear, with sacred joy 
 
 Know that the Lord is God alone ; 
 He can create, and He destroy. 
 
 B'^fea;e Jehovah's awf>d throne, 
 Ye n^^ions, bow witliSacred joy : 
 
 Know that th«^ord is GooS^one 
 He can createjatid He destR 
 
 His sovereign power, without our aid, 
 Made us of clay, and formed us men ; 
 
 And when, like wand'ring sheep, we strayed, 
 He brought us to His fold again. 
 
 We are His people, we His care. 
 Our souls, and all our mortal frame ; 
 
 What lasting honors shall we rear, 
 Almighty Maker, to Thy name ? 
 5 
 
98 FA WRITE HYMNS IN 
 
 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. 
 
 Wide as the world is Thy command, 
 
 Vast as eternity, Thy love : 
 Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, 
 
 When rolling years shall cease to move. 
 
 Isaac Watts, b. 1674, d. 1748. 
 
 LXL 
 
 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. 
 
 Put all thy beauteous garments on. 
 And let thy various charn^.s be known : 
 The world thy glories shall confess, 
 Decked in the robes of righteousness. 
 
 No more shall foes unclean invade. 
 And fill thy hallowed walls with dread ; 
 No more shall hell's insulting host 
 Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 99 
 
 God, from on high, thy groans will hear; 
 His hand thy ruins shall repair; 
 Keared and adorned by love Divine, 
 Tliy towers and battlements shall shine. 
 
 Grace shall dispose my heart and voice 
 To share and echo back her joys : 
 Nor will her watchful Monarch cease 
 To guard her in eternal peace. 
 
 Philip Doddridge, b. 1702, d. 1751. 
 
 LXII. 
 
 /"^ OD is the refuge of His saints, 
 VX When storms of sharp distress invade : 
 Ere we can offer our complaints, 
 Behold Him present with His aid. 
 
 Let mountains from their seats be hurled 
 Down to the deep, and buried there ; 
 
 Convulsions shake the solid world ; 
 Our fiiih shall never yield to fear. 
 
 Loud may the troubled ocean roar ; 
 
 In sacred peace our souls abide ; 
 While every nation, every shore. 
 
 Trembles and dreads the swelling tide. 
 
100 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 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. 
 
 That sacred stream, Thine holy word, 
 That all my raging fear controls : 
 
 Sweet peace Thy promises afford, 
 
 And give new strength to fainting souls. 
 
 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. 
 
 Isaac Watts, b. 1674, d. 1748. 
 
 LXIII. 
 
 AMAZING grace! (how sweet the sound !) 
 That saved a wretch like me ; 
 I once was lost, but now am found. 
 Was blind, but now I see. 
 
 '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 ! 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 101 
 
 Through many clangers, toils, and snares, 
 
 T have already come ; 
 'T is grace has brought me safe thus far, 
 
 And grace will lead me home. 
 
 The Lord has promised good to me, 
 
 His word my hojDe secures : 
 He will my shield and portion be 
 
 As long as life endures. 
 
 Yes ! when this flesh and heart shall fail, 
 
 And mortal life shall cease, 
 I shall possess, within the veil, 
 
 A life of joy and peace. 
 
 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, 
 
 The sun forbear to shine : 
 But God, who called me here below, 
 
 Will be forever mine. 
 
 John Newton, b. 1725, d. 1807 
 
 Lxm. 
 
 OH, help us, Lord I — each hour of need 
 Thy Iieavenly succor give ; 
 Help us in thought, and word, and deed, 
 Each hour on earth we live. 
 
102 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 Oh, help us when our spirits bleed, 
 
 With contrite anguish sore ; 
 And when our hearts are cold and dead, 
 
 Oh, help us, Lord, the more ! 
 
 Oh, help us through the prayer of laith, 
 
 More firmly to believe ! 
 For still the more the servant hath, 
 
 The more shall he receive. 
 
 If strangers to Thy fold we call, 
 
 Imploring at Thy feet 
 The crumbs that from Thy table fall, 
 
 'T is all we dare entreat. 
 
 But be it, Lord of mercy, all. 
 
 So Thou wilt grant but this : 
 The crumbs that from Thy table fall. 
 
 Are life, and light, and bliss. 
 
 Oh, help us, Jesus ! from on "high ; 
 
 We know no help but Thee ; 
 Oh, help us so to live and die, 
 
 As thine in heaven to be ! 
 
 Henry Hart Milman, h. 1791, c?. 1868. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM- 103 
 
 LXIV. 
 
 &1 OW in the morn thy seed, 
 J At eve hold not thy hand ; 
 To doubt and fear give thou no heed ; 
 Broad-cast it o'er the land ! 
 
 Beside all waters sow, 
 
 The highway furrows stock, 
 
 Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, 
 Scatter it on the rock. 
 
 The good, the fruitful ground. 
 
 Expect not here nor there, 
 O'er hill and dale, by plots, 't is found, 
 
 Go forth, then, everywhere. 
 
 Thou know'st not which may thrive, 
 
 The late or early sown : 
 Grace keeps the precious germs alive. 
 
 When and wherever strown. 
 
 Then duly shall appear, 
 
 In verdure, beauty, strength. 
 
 The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 
 And the full corn at length. 
 
104 FAVORITE HYMNS IN 
 
 Thou canst not toil in vain ; 
 
 Cold, heat, and moist and dry 
 Shall foster and mature the grain 
 
 For garners in the sky. 
 
 Thence, when the glorious end, 
 
 The day of God, is come, 
 The angel reapers shall descend, 
 
 And Heaven cry — Harvest-home ! 
 
 James Montgomery, b. 1771, d. 1854. 
 
 LXV. 
 
 HARK ! the herald angels sing, 
 " Glory to the new-born King ! 
 Peace on earth, and mercy mild ; 
 God to man is reconciled." 
 
 Joyful, all ye nations, rise ; 
 Join the triumphs of the skies; 
 With th' angelic host proclaim, 
 " Christ is born in Bethlehem." 
 
 Christ, by highest heaven adored ; 
 Christ, the everlasting Lord : 
 Late in time behold Him come. 
 Offspring of a Virgin's womb. 
 
THEIR ORIGINAL FORM. 105 
 
 Veiled in flesh the Godhead see I 
 Hail the incarnate Deity ! 
 Pleased as man with man to appear, 
 Jesus, our Immanuel here ! 
 
 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace ! 
 Hail, the Sun of Eighteousness ! 
 Light and life to all He brings, 
 Risen with healing in His wings. 
 
 Mild He lays His glory by ; 
 Born that man no more may die ; 
 Born to raise the sons of earth ; 
 Born to give them second birth. 
 
 Bishop Rcgimld Hcborj 6 . 17 8 3, 
 
 LXVI. 
 
 SEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stands 
 With all-engaging charms ; 
 Hark, how He calls the tender lambs, 
 And folds them in His arms ! 
 
 " Permit them to approach," He cries, 
 " Nor scorn their humble name ; 
 
 For 't was to bless such souls as these, 
 The Lord of angels came." 
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106 THEIR ORJGIXAL FORM. 
 
 Vie bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, 
 
 And yield them up to Thee ; 
 Joyful that we ourselves are Thine, — 
 
 Thine let our offspring be. 
 
 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear; 
 
 Ye children, seek His face ; 
 And fly with transport to receive 
 
 The blessings of His grace. 
 
 If orphans they are left behind, 
 
 Thy guardian care we trust : 
 That care shall heal our bleeding hearts, 
 
 If weeping o'er their dust. 
 
 Philip Doddridge, b. 1702, d. 1751. 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 Abide with me S fast falls the even tide. — Henry Francis Lyte. 76 
 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name. — Rev. Edward Perronet. 92 
 
 All praise to Thee, my God, this night. — Bishop Thomas Ken. 65 
 
 Amazing grace ! (how sweet the sound !) — John Newton. 100 
 
 As when the weary traveller gains. — John Newton. 6 
 
 Christ the Lord is risen to-day. — Charles Wesley. 18 
 
 Christ, whose glory fills the skies. — Charles Wesley. 64 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, come. — Joseph Hart. 28 
 
 Come, let us join our cheerful songs. — Isaac Watts. 88 
 
 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare. — John Newton. 48 
 
 Come, thou Traveller unknown. — Charles Wesley. 70 
 
 Come, we that love the Lord. — Isaac Watts. 32 
 
 Commit thou all thy griefs. — John Wesley. 78 
 
 Father, I know that all my life — Anna Lcetitia Waring. 56 
 
 Forever with the Lord. — James Montgomery. 84 
 
 Friend after friend departs. — James Montgomery. 87 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains. — Bishop Reginald Heber. 27 
 
 Glorious things of Thee are spoken.— Jo/m Newton. 30 
 
 God is the refuge of His saints. — Isaac Watts. 99 
 
 Hail to the Lord's Anointed. — James Montgomery. 23 
 
 Hark! the herald angels sing. — Bishop Rcginald-ffdfer. 104 
 
 How gentle God's commands.— Philip Doddridge. 90 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds. — John Newton. 12 
 
 Jesu, lover of my soul. — Charles Wesley 62 
 
 Jesus, cast a look on me. — John Berridge. 60 
 
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108 INDEX OF FIRST LINES, 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 Jesus, I love Thy charming name. — Phibp Doddridge. 74 
 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken. — Henry Francis Lyte. 74 
 
 .'esus shall reign where'er the sun. — Isaac Watts. 25 
 
 Jesus, where'er Thy people meet. — Wdliam Cowper. 34 
 
 Join all the glorious names. — Isaac Watts. 20 
 
 Just as I am, without one plea. — Charlotte Elliott. 89 
 
 Let me but hear my Saviour say. — Isaac Watts. 15 
 
 Love Divine, all loves excelling. — Charles Wesley. 94 
 
 My faith looks up to Thee. — Ray Palmer. 49 
 
 My soul, repeat His praise. — Isaac Watts. 35 
 
 Not ail the blood of beasts. — Isaac Watts. 10 
 Oh, help us. Lord !— each hour of need. — Henry Hart Milman. 101 
 
 O for a heart to praise my God. — Charles Wesley. 52 
 
 O for a thousand tongues to sing. — Charles Wesley. 11 
 
 O God of Jacob, by whose hand. — Philip Doddridge. 5 
 
 One sweetly solemn thought. — Phoebe Cary. 8 
 
 One there is above all others. — John Newton. 95 
 
 Our God, our help in ages past. — Isaac Watts. 42 
 
 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair. — Isaac Watts. 16 
 
 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire. — James Montgomery. 44 
 
 Quiet, Lord, my froward heart. — John Newton. 59 
 
 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings. — Robert Seagrave. 41 
 
 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands. — Philip Doddridge. 105 
 
 Sing to the Lord with joyful voice. — Isaac Watts. 97 
 
 Songs of praise the angels sang. — James Montgomery. 85 
 
 Sow in the morn thy seed. — James Montgomery. 103 
 
 Sun of my soul. Thou Saviour dear. — John Kehle. 67 
 
 Sweet is the work, my God, my Kmg. — Isaac Watts. 69 
 
 The Lord my Shepherd is. — Isaac Watts. 61 
 
 There is afounstain filled with blood. — Augustus Montague 7 
 
 Toplady. 37 
 
 There is a land of pure delight. — Isaac Watts. 91 
 
 Thy way, not mine, Lord. — Horatius Bonar. 55 
 
lyDEX TO FIR ST L IXES. 109 
 
 Triumphant Zion ! lift thy hesid.^Phihp Doddridge. 98 
 
 'T is my happiness below. — William Coicper. 7 
 
 When all Thy mercies, O my God. — Joseph Addison. 45 
 
 When I survey life's varied scenes. — Anne Steele. 53 
 
 When I survey the wondrous cross. — Isaac Watts. 13 
 
 Why do we mourn departing friends. — Isaac Watts. 39 
 
 Ye servants of the Lord. — Philip Doddridge. 31 
 Your harps ye trembling saints. — Augustus Montague 
 
 Toplady. 81 
 
BIOGRAPHICAL INDEX. 
 
 Addisov, Joseph, son of the Kcv. Lancelot Addison, Eector 
 of Milston, afterwards Dean of Litchfield ; born at Milston rec- 
 tory, near Aniesbury, in Wiltshire, 1 May, 1672; -was made Sec- 
 retary of State, 1717; died 17 June, 1719, His hymns appeared 
 in the Saturday papers of the Spectator during 1712. 
 
 Beruidge, John, son of a wealthy farmer; born at Kingston, 
 Nottinghamshire, 1 March, 1716; became Vicar of Everton, 
 1755; died 22 January, 1793. His hymns, which were often 
 adaptations of others already in existence, appeared in "Sion's 
 Songs • or Hymns Composed for the Use of them that love and 
 follow the Lord Jesus Christ in Sincerity" (1785). 
 
 BoNAR, HoRATius, D. D., son of James Bonar; born at Edin- 
 burgh, 19 December, 1808; Minister of the Eree Church of 
 Scotland at Kelso, and now at Grange, Edinburgh. His hymns 
 appeared in "Hymns of Faith and Hope," 1st Series, 1857; 2d 
 Series, 1861 ; 3d Series, 1866. 
 
 Cary, Phcebe, born in Hamilton County, Ohio, in 1825; died 
 at Newport, R. L, 31 July, 1871. Her "Poems and Parodies" 
 were published in 1854. 
 
 CowPER, William, of the Inner Temple, son of the Rev. 
 John Cowper, D. D., Rector of Berkhampstead, Hertfordshire; 
 born at the Rectory, 15 November, 1731 ; died at East Dereham, 
 25 April, 1800. He united with Newton in writing the " Olney 
 Hymns" (1779), to which he contributed 67 out of 340. 
 
 (Ill) 
 
112 BIOGRAPHICAL INDEX. 
 
 Doddridge, Philip, D. D., son of an oilman in London ; 
 born in London, 26 June, 1702; Pastor of the Congregational 
 Church at Northampton, and Principal of the Theological Acad- 
 emy there; died at Lisbon, 26 October, 1751. His hymns were 
 circulated in manuscript during his life, but it was not till 1755 
 that they were published, 364 in all, as " Hymns Pounded on Va- 
 rious Texts in the Holy Scriptures." 
 
 Hart, Joseph, the son of pious parents ; born in London, 
 1712 ; Minister of the Congregational Church in Jewin Street 
 Chapel, London ; died in London, 24 May, 1768. His "Hymns 
 Composed on Various Subjects" appeared in 1759 (second edi- 
 tion, with Supplement, 1762). 
 
 Heber, Reginald, D. D., son of Reginald Heber, Rector of 
 Malpas, Cheshire; born at Malpas, 21 April, 1783; Bishop of 
 Calcutta, 1823; died at Trichinopoly, 2 April, 1826. His hymns 
 appeared in the Christian Observer (ISll), " Hymns Written and 
 Adapted to the Weekly Church Service of the Year" (1827), ed- 
 ited by his widow; and were collected (to the number of fifty- 
 seven) in his "Poetical Works" (1842). 
 
 Keble, Joiix, M. a., son of the Rev. John Keble, Rector of 
 Coin S. Aldwyn, Gloucestershire ; born at Pairford, Gloucester- 
 shire, 22 April, 1792; Vicar of Hursley ; died at Bournemouth, 
 29 March, 1866. His hymns appeared in the Christian Year 
 (1827), "Lyra Apostolica (1836), Lyra Innoccntium (1846), Mis- 
 cellaneous Poems (1857)," etc. 
 
 K.EX, Thomas, D. D., son of Thomas Ken, attorney, of Furni- 
 val's Inn ; born at Little Berkhampstead, of Hertfordshire, July, 
 1637 ; Bishop of Batli and Wells, 16S5; one of the seven Bish- 
 ops conmiittcd to the Tower, 1688 ; deprived of his See as a Non- 
 juror, 1C91 ; died 19 INLarch, 1711, at Longleate. His Morning, 
 Evening, and Midnight Hymns appeared in the edition of his 
 " Manual of Prayers for the Use of the Scholars of Winchester 
 College" (1674), published in 1697. 
 
BIOGRA PHICAL INDEX. 1 1 3 
 
 Lyte, Henry Francis, M. A., son of Captain Thomas Lyte; 
 born at Ednam, near Kelso, 1 June, 1793; Perpetual Curate of 
 Lower Brixham, Devonshire; died at Nice, 20 November. 1847. 
 His hymns appeared in "Poems Chiefly Eeligious "(1833), 
 "Miscellaneous Poems" (1868), and "The Spirit of the Psalms" 
 (1834: ; 5th edition, corrected and enlarged, 1841). 
 
 MiLMAX, Henry Hart, D. D., son of Sir Francis Milman, a 
 physician, born in London, 10 February, 1791 ; Dean of St. 
 Paul's; died at Sunningfield, near Ascot, 24 September, 1868. 
 His hymns appeared in " Hymns adapted to the Weekly Church 
 Service of the Year," edited by Mrs. Heber" (1827) ; and in "A 
 Selection of Psalms and Hymns for the use of St. Margaret's, 
 "Westminster (1837). 
 
 Montgomery, James, son of the Eev. John Montgomery, a 
 Moravian Minister settled in Ii-eland ; born at Irvine, in Ayr- 
 shire, 4 November, 1771; editor of the Sheffield Ins; died at 
 Sheffield, 30 April, 1854. His hymns appeared in " Songs of Zion, 
 being Imitations of [fifty-six of the] Psalms" (1822); "The 
 Christian Psalmist" (1825; 3d edition, 1826); "Original 
 Hymns for Public, Private, and Social Devotion" (1853). 
 
 Newton, John, son of a sea-captain ; born in London, 24 
 July, 1725 ; Curate of Olney, Bucks, and aftcrAvards Rector of S. 
 Mary Woolnoth, London; died 21 December, 1807. His hymns 
 appeared in the " Olney Hymns" (1779). 
 
 Palmer, Ray, D. D., son of the Hon. Thomas Palmer, Judge 
 in Rhode Island ; born at Little Compton, Rhode Island, U. S., 
 12 November, 1808; Pastor of the Congregational Church at 
 Albany, and now Secretary of the Congregational Union, at New 
 York. His "Hymns and Sacred Pieces " appeared in 1865; and 
 his hymns also appeared in " Lowell ]Mason's Collection" (1832), 
 and " Hymns of my Holy Hours " (1867). 
 
 Peruonet, Edward, son of Rev. Vincent Perronet, Vicar of 
 Shoreham • a preacher with the Wesleys, afterwards with Lady 
 
114 BIOGRAPHICAL INDEX. 
 
 Huntington, then to a small congregation unattached: died 
 January, 1793. His hymns appeared in "Occasional Verses 
 Moral and Sacred" (1785). 
 
 Seagrave, RoBEKT, was born at Tw^ford, Leicester. hire in 
 1693. He studied at Cambridge, graduated in 1718. In 1739 
 he was appointed Sunday evening lecturer at Lorimer's Hall, 
 London. He afterwards preached in the Tabernacles in connec- 
 tion with the Calvanistic Methodists. The date of his death is 
 unknown. He published some treatises on doctiinal subjects, and on 
 the duties of the ministry. In 1 742 he published " Hymns for Chris- 
 tian Worship. His hymns were published by Sedgwick in 1860. 
 
 Steele, Anne, daughter of William Steele, a timber merchant, 
 who also ministered to the Baptist Church at Broughton, Hamp- 
 shire ; boru at Broughton in 1717; died at Broughton, after a 
 life of suifering, in November, 1778. Her " Poems and Hymns" 
 were published under the assumed name of Theodosia, and in 18C3 
 the " Hymns, Psalms, and Poems " previously scattered through 
 many publications, were issued by Mr. Sedgwick in one volume. 
 
 ToPLADY, Augustus Montague, son of Major Toplady ; born 
 at Parnham, Surrey, 4 November, 1740 ; Vicar of Broad Hembu- 
 ry, Devonshire ; died at Knightsbridge, London, 11 August, 1778. 
 His hymns (about a hundred and sixteen) appeared in "Poems 
 on Sacred Subjects" (1759), the "Gospel Magazine" (1770- 
 1776), and elscAvhere, and have been re-publishad in a complete 
 edition by Mr. Sedgwick (I860). 
 
 Waring, Anna Ljetitia, daughter of Elijah Waring ; born 
 at Neath, Glamorganshire. Her hymns have appeared in 
 "Hymns and Meditations" by A. L. W. (1850), "Additional 
 Hymns " (1858), and in the Sundaij Magazine" (1871). 
 
 Watts, Isaac, D. D., son of a schoolmaster at Southampton ; 
 born at Southampton, 17 July, 1674; Minister of the Congrega- 
 tional Church at Berry Street, London; has been called the 
 father of English hymuody; died at Stoke Newino;'ton, 25 No- 
 
BIOGRAPHICAL INDEX. 115 
 
 vember, 1748. His hymns appeared in "Horge Lyricffi " (1706) ; 
 "Hymns and Spiritual Songs" (1707; enlarged edition, 1709); 
 "Divine Songs for Children" (1715;; "The I'salms ol David 
 imitated in the Language of tha New Testament, and applied to 
 the Christian State and Worship" (1719) ; and appended to his 
 Sermons. 
 
 Wesley, Charles, M. A., son of Samuel Wesley, Rector of 
 Epworth, Lincolnshire; born at Epworth, 18 December, 1708; 
 was missionary (in Georgia, U. S.) of the Society for the Propa- 
 gation of the Gospel ; united with his brother John in preaching ; 
 became the poet of Methodism; died in London, 29 March, 1788. 
 His hymns (over six thousand) appeared in: — "A Collection of 
 Psalms and Hymns" by John Wesley (1738), " Hymns and Sa- 
 cred Poems " (1739, 1740, 1742, 1749,1756), "Hymns on God's 
 Everlasting Love " (1741 ), " Hymns for the Watch Nights (1744), 
 "Hymns for Times of Trouble and Persecution " (1744, 1745), 
 "Hymns on the Lord's Supper" (1745), "Hymns for the Nativ- 
 ity of Our Lord" (2d ed., 1745, 1772), "Hymns for those that 
 3eek, and those that have Found, Redemption in the Blood of 
 Jesus Christ" (1746), "Hymns for our Lord's Resurrection" 
 (1746,) "Hymns for our Lord's Ascension" (174G), "Hymns 
 for NcAV Year's Day" (1750-1788;, Hymns of Intercession for 
 all Mankind " (1758), Funeral Hymns " (1759), " Short Hymns " 
 (two thousand one hundred and forty-five) on Select Passages 
 of the Holy Scriptures" (17G2), "Hymns for Children, and 
 Others of Riper Years " (17G3). 
 
 Wesley, John, M. A., son of the Rev. Samuel AYesley, Rector 
 of Epworth, Lincolnshire; born at Epworth, 17 June, 1703; 
 Curate at Epworth ; afterwards founder of Methodism ; died in 
 London, 2 March, 1791, His hymns, which were mostly transla- 
 tions from the German, appeared in his " Collection of Psalms 
 and Hymns," the original (1738), and subsequent editions. He 
 translated twenty nine from the German, two from the French, 
 and one from the Spanish., a language he learned in America. 
 
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