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 NEW 
 
 SELECT HYMNS, 
 
 U SEP 22 1936 ^ 
 
 ACCOM nt^IiSiLi---^ 
 
 WATTS' PSALMS & HYMNS. 
 
 BY REV. JAMES GALLAHER. 
 
 CINCINNATI: 
 
 COREY, FAIRBANK & WEBSTER. 
 
 1835. 
 
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 Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1834, 
 BY COREY Si- FAIRBANK, 
 
 in the Clerk'B Office for the District of Ohio. 
 
 Stereolyped by i. A. James. 
 
ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 In presentin? this small volume to the patron- 
 age of the christian puhiic, and thus increasing 
 the nunil)er of hymn hooks in our church, an 
 apology is deemed unnecessary, as the principal 
 desisin, as will be seen by reference to our prog- 
 pectus, published in the latter end of this book ia 
 to facilitate and perpetuate the use of Dr. Walts' 
 Psalinn and Hymns, together vvjth a competent 
 immher of well selected hymns, adapted to social 
 and relinioiis worship, from those old and venera- 
 ted authors, whose hymns have been so justly ad- 
 mired, atid have contributed so nmch to the edi* 
 fication of christians. 
 
 The Psalms and Flymns of Dr. Watts are in 
 themselves very copious for public worship; yet 
 the numerous associations for christian benevo- 
 lence, which mark the present day, so multiply 
 public and social meetinrs, and diversify the ob- 
 jects of prayer and praise, that it has been deem- 
 ed expedient still further to increase their value, 
 by an additional selection of such standard hymns 
 as are now made use of in our churches for such 
 occasions. 
 
 The number of hymns in the selection has been 
 confined to between 200 and 300, as it is believed 
 that number will be sufficient for all desirable pur- 
 poses, in connection with Watts, to which this is 
 desijrned as a supplement, and for the double pur- 
 pose of rendering it convenient to bind them in 
 the same volume. 
 
 Although the primary object of this collection, 
 as has already been stated, is to accompany Watts, 
 by being bound in the same volume of liis Psalms 
 
ii ADVERTISEMENT, 
 
 and Hymns; yet as many persons are already sup 
 plied with that work, by publishing the supple- 
 ment separately, they can furnish themselves with 
 much less expense, and churches can generally in- 
 troduce them without throwing away aU their 
 old books. . , „ , 
 
 A lar-^e number of hymns of Particular Metre 
 have been selected, that many pieces of sacred mu- 
 sic of distinguished excellence, for which but tew 
 hymns are now furnished, may be introduced into 
 the public worship. 
 
 We are happy to take this opportunity to ex- 
 press our obligaUons to those clergymen who have 
 ?aken a deep Interest in the ^vork and have kind- 
 ly rendered us their time y assistance in exam- 
 inin<^ and revising the following hymns, before 
 S to press, and have given us tlieir recom- 
 Safions of' the same, to enable us '« P^^^ 
 a work to the patronage of our church, which 
 will be generally acceptable. 
 
 It is the intention of both tlie compiler and the 
 publi her to introduce into this work such hymns 
 as mav appear, from time to tune, of real merit, 
 ZrZ nE 'such other alterations as may be 
 deemed expedient, to keep pace with the chria- 
 tian enterprises of the Present ^age-^^^^^^^^^g^ 
 
 Cincinnati, December, 1834, 
 
A TABLE 
 
 TO FIND ANY OF THE SELECT HYMNS BY 
 FIKST LINE. 
 
 ADAM, our father 14 
 A del)tor to 64 
 
 Afflictions, tlio' they S'J 
 Afflicted saints, to 2C 
 
 Arise and shine, O 167 
 Ah! how shall fallen 15 
 Alas! what hourly 91 
 Almighty maker, God 12C 
 All hail, the power of 50 
 Am I a soldier of the 66 
 Amazing grace, how 113 
 And didtheholv and I-JO 
 And let this feet le 159 
 And will the judge 
 Approach my soul 
 Asseml^led at thy 
 As on the cross the 
 Awake, my soul, in 
 Awake, awake the 
 Awake, sweet 
 Awake, my soul. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 Come, brethren dear, 131 
 Come, ye that fear 132 
 Come on, my partners 138 
 Come, every pious 142 
 Come, thou fount of 143 
 Come, my soul, tliy 84 
 Come ye sinners, poor 33 
 Come, weary souls, 35 
 Come, gracious spirit, 62 
 Come, holy spirit, 63 
 
 Come, all ye weary 95 
 Compared with Christ 55 
 
 DAY of judirment, 163 
 DauEhterofZion,126 
 Delightful thought 129 
 Dear Saviour, v,e are 22 
 Dear Saviour, when 78 
 Dear refuge of my SO 
 Did'stthou, dear Jesus 85 
 Did Christ o'er 112 
 
 -pTEIlNAL powers! 6 
 
 Awav, mv unbelieving 83 _tli Eternal wisdom! y 
 
 BEilOLD the leprous 24 ! Eternity is just at 151 
 Behold a stranger SO; Eternity! stupendous 156 
 Begone unbelief, my 86 "CATHER of 16 
 
 Beyond the flight of 171 
 Blow ye the trumpet 16 
 Blest Jesus, source of 62 
 Blest be the tie that 72 
 Blessed Saviour, thou 119 
 But ah, my inmost 50 
 But when arni'd with 59 
 
 CHRISTIAN, see 130 
 Children of the 43 
 Cheer up, my soul 96 
 Come, let us join our 157 
 Come, away to the 106 
 Come, humble sinner 111 
 Come, guilty souls and 112 
 Come, Lord, and 114 
 180 
 
 X Father, how wide 29 
 Father, is not thy 121 
 Father, whate'r of 91 
 Faith, 'tis a precious 63 
 Farewell, dear 361 
 
 From Egypt lately 56 
 From Greenland's icy 125. 
 
 GLORIOUS things 120 
 Glory to thee, my 147 
 God of Eternity, from 149 
 God is a name, my 4 
 
 God moves in a 10 
 
 God's holy law 14 
 
 Go, ye heralds of 127 
 Great God 'tis from thy 27 
 
TABLE OF SELECT HYMNS. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 Grace, 'tis a charming 28 
 Guide me, O tliou 153 
 
 HARK! mv soul, it is 73 
 Hark! the glad 45 
 Hark! brethren don't ]8 
 Hark! the jubilee is 31 
 Hark! the voice of love 21 
 Heaven has IGO 
 
 Head of the church 11 
 He lives; the great 47 
 
 He dies! the t'riend of 140 
 He comes! lie comes 1G4 
 His voice, as the sound 58 
 Hither, ye faithful 41 
 How lost was my 100 
 How charming is 108 
 How lovely, how 109 
 How many years has 122 
 How long, O God, has" 122 
 How various and 150 
 How precious is the 15 
 How happy are we 19 
 How oft, alas! this 2:5 
 How, ye sr.iuts of the 37 
 How shall I my 42 
 
 Hew tedious and 60 
 
 How happy are they, 68 
 How sweet, how 75 
 
 How happy is the 87 
 
 How firm a foundation 37 
 
 I ASKED the Lord 92 
 In songs of sublime 
 In evil long I took 81 
 In all my Lord's 1 
 
 I love thy kingdom 115 
 I love to steal awhile 117 
 If life's pleasures 61 
 
 It is the Lord 82 
 
 It is the Lord whose 83 
 It was told me in my 107 
 I would not live 154 
 
 I saw beyond the 1C8 
 
 JESUS, the spring of 53 
 Jesus my all to 54 
 
 PAGB, 
 
 Jesus, thou art the 60 
 Jesus, full of all 79 
 
 Jesus, at thy command 89 
 Jesus, lover of my soul, 98 
 Jesus, wlio knows full 112 
 Jesus, and shall it 134 
 Jerusalem my happy 135 
 
 KINDRED in 135 
 
 Keep silence all 5 
 LIGHT of those 51 
 Lord, when I 169 
 Lord, I cannot let 110 
 Lord, dismiss us with 114 
 Lo, on a narrow neck 155 
 Lo, he cometh 162 
 
 Lo, he conies with 162 
 
 MERCY, O thou 69 
 Mortals awake, 44 
 My Captain sounds 88 
 My God inspire this 99 
 My soul with joy 25 
 
 My gracious 71 
 
 My glorious Redeemer 72 
 My conscious guilt is 78 
 
 NOW we expect a 151 
 Now let our souls 92 
 Now is the time 39 
 
 Now let our cheerful 49 
 Now let our voices 67 
 Now let the feeble all 89 
 Not by t)ie laws of 66 
 
 OH, happv day that 75 
 Oh, could I find 98 
 Oh, why was I not 106 
 Oh, when shall I see 101 
 O for a glance of 102 
 O Lord our languid 116 
 O for a closer walk 24 
 O thou in whose 57 
 
 O Lord I would 69 
 
 O may I worthy prove 74 
 Our heavenly Father 23 
 Our souks by love 101 
 Our Lord is risen 144 
 
TABLE OF SELECT HYMNS. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 O'er the gloomy hills 124 
 On Jordan's stormy 169 
 
 POOR weak and 49 
 Prostrate, dear 77 
 Prepare me gracious 153 
 Prayer is the soul's 118 
 
 RAISE, thougiitiess 28 
 Rejoice, the Lord 47 
 Repent, the voice 70 
 
 Return, return O 82 
 
 SAVIOUR, visit 132 
 Saviour, I do feel 104 
 Saviour divine, we 52 
 Salvation, O melodious "0 
 Say, sinner, hath a 39 
 Sinners, this solemn 118 
 Sinners, the voice of 34 
 Sinners, will you scorn 38 
 Sinner, art thou still 40 
 Sinner, O why so 42 
 
 Sinners, why stand j'e 95 
 See the Eternal 166 
 
 See Israel's gentle 119 
 See how the 146 
 
 Sleep not, the Saviour 115 
 Sovereign ruler of 149 
 Sweet is the scene 159 
 Stop, sinner, stop and 41 
 
 THY names, how 3 
 Thy mercy, mv God 7 
 Thy ways, O Lord, 10 
 Thy way, O Lord, is 13 
 Thy way, O God, is 67 
 The Lord our God is 13 
 The voice of free 17 
 The Saviour calls, let 36 
 The mishty frame of 46 
 The perfect world by 108 
 The triumph of 159 
 
 The hour of my 158 
 
 The chariot, lJ;e 168 
 
 The Kin2 of heaven 1-i ! 
 Thee, Father we hiess 26 
 There ia no path to 55 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 There is a heaven 94 
 There is a world we 171 
 There is a land of 103 
 There is a holy city 137 
 That day of wrath, 166 
 Thou art gone to the 160 
 This world can never 99 
 This world is poor 148 
 Though troubles 105 
 
 Though in the 170 
 
 They liave gone to 125 
 Thus far my God has 93 
 'Tis finished, the 157 
 'Tis finished, so the 56 
 'Tis a point I long to 70 
 To our Redeemer's 142 
 
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 AIN delusive 145 
 
 WATCHMAN terH27 
 What is our God 3 
 What various 146 
 
 When the Eternal 7 
 
 When pale with 12 
 
 When all thy mercies 12 
 When marshalled on 30 
 When sins and fears 51 
 When Thou, my 165 
 
 When any turn from 133 
 WJiile I to crief my 64 
 While my Redeemer's 53 
 While life prolongs its 32 
 Wiiile with ceaseless 155 
 Whilst Thee I seek 116 
 With melting heart 79 
 
 YE wretciied 139 
 
 Ye virgin souls 152 
 Ye huml^le souls appro 8 
 Ye sons of men with 9 
 Ye dying sons of men 35 
 Ye hi'.ml'e souls 76 
 
 Ye treinMins souls 85 
 Yes, we trust the day 131 
 Yet one thing we 20 
 Your harps, ye 65 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS, 
 
 TO SELECT HYM^'S. 
 
 Mam, the first and second, 19. 
 
 Anxious inquiry, 116. 
 
 Jiwakening, 117. 
 
 Affliction sanctified, 119. 
 
 Accepted time, 116. 
 
 Jlpostacij, 198. 
 
 Ascension, 213. 
 
 Believer encouragei, 96 — happy, 101. 
 
 Bartimeus, 102. 
 
 Better world in prospect, 158. 
 
 Blessing without, 163. 
 
 Christian soldier, 98. race, 130. warfare, 131. 
 spiritual voyage, 132. temptation, a proof of 
 God's fidelity, 133. request, 135. travellers, 141 
 and 142. union, 150. conference, 174. encour- 
 aged, 205. 
 
 Choice, happy, 111. 
 
 Chariot, 248. 
 
 Christ, head of church, 14. union to, 31. com- 
 munion with, S3, security of his sheep, 36. at 
 the door, 47. nativity, 59. riches of, 62. incar- 
 nation, 64, 65. message of, 66. humiliation and 
 exahation, 67, 68. intercession, 69, 70, 71. a 
 friend, 72. coronation, 73. life and light, 74, 75. 
 righteousness, 76. Saviour, 77. shepherd, 78. 
 way, 80. all, 81. on cross, 83. description of, 
 84, 85, 86. lonijing for, 87. the sinner's refuge, 
 146. the ship head, 178. not ashamed of, 200. 
 dyinjr, S^c, 207. praise to, 211. crucified, 214. 
 a guide to glory, 226. 
 
 Cross, looking at, 120. bearing, 126. 
 
 Concert, monthly, 193. 
 
 Communion, 33. 
 
 Confidence in the Lord, 122, 123. looking beyond 
 present appearances, 124. 
 
 Church on earth and heaven the same, 231. 
 
 Conversion, praise for, 197. 
 
 Death, preparation for, 225. of a sister, 232. tri- 
 umph over, 233. of the righteous, 234. judg- 
 ment, 237. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Dawning, latter day, 195. 
 
 Delight in God, 103. 
 
 Difficulties in the way of duties, 199. 
 
 Dedication of a church, 159. 
 
 Dismission, 170. 
 
 Day spring, 194. 
 
 Encouragement to the Christian, 205. 
 
 Election, 27. 
 
 Eternitij, joyful and tremendous, 223—230. 
 
 Exultation, 157. 
 
 End of the year, reflections on, 229. 
 
 Evening twilight, 175. hymn, 217. 
 
 Faith, 93. in Christ, 94. triumphant, 95. con- 
 nected with salvation, 97. review and expecta- 
 tion, IGS. 
 
 Fortitude, 98. 
 
 Fear not, 127. 
 
 Forms, vain without religion, 162. 
 
 Funeral liymn,2r6, 237, 235, 234, 233 and 232. 
 
 Gorf, supreme, 1. infinite, 2. incomprehensible, 3 
 sovereignty, 4. exaltation, 5. loving-kindness, 
 6. mercy, 7. grace, 8. goodness, 9 and 11. 
 wisdom, 10. power, 18. close walk with, 34. 
 refuge, 134. nearness to, 145. 
 
 Gospel, hope from, 20. jubilee, 24. trumpet of, 
 26. feast, 209. 
 
 Gratitude, 15 and 16. 
 
 Grace, free, 25. distinguishing, 38, 39. salvation 
 by, 40. andslory, 196. 
 
 Glorious mystery, 157. things of Zion spoken, 180, 
 
 Hard heart lamented, 152. 
 
 Jfeacr/i loused for, 151. sanctified, 172—202. su- 
 premely dura'.le, 218. perpetual, 252. 
 
 Heavenly country, 140. 
 
 Hell, the sinner's own place, 249. 
 
 Holiness, desired, 28. 
 
 JHo;?e, rejoicing in, 63. of believer, 109, 115. of an 
 immortal crown, 235. 
 
 Holy city, 204. 
 
 Humiliation and exaltation, 67, 68. 
 
 Increase of the church promised, 181. 
 
 Israel, restoration of, 192. 
 
 Invitations of the gospel, 206. to Christ, 46, 47 
 48, 50, 51, 52, 55, 56. 
 
INDEX OF SXjBJECTS. 
 
 Intercession, 69, 70, 91. 
 
 Infinite, 2. 
 
 Incomprehensible, 3. 
 
 Imperfect, 100. 
 
 / would not live alway, 227. 
 
 Jubilee, 24—45. 
 
 Judgment, final sentence, 238—239,240. day of 
 241. the last, 242—243. a day of wrath, 245 
 awful doom of the sinner at the, 244. last ac- 
 count, 247. 
 
 Kingdom of Christ, 68. 
 
 Knowledge, imperfect, 100. 
 
 Love, eternal, 27, pardoning, 32. to Christ, 105, 
 10«. to brethren, 101. pleasures of, 110. to the 
 church, 171. 
 
 Leper healed, 35. 
 
 Life's pleasures, 89. 
 
 Lord will provide, 155. 
 
 Lovest thou me, 104, 108. 
 
 Loving kindness, G. 
 
 Land promise, 250. 
 
 Man, fall of, 19, 10, 21. 
 
 Mercy, 181. sent, 143 and 144; 
 
 Meekness, 112. 
 
 Missionary mec\ms,s, 180, 182, 183, 185, 186. fare- 
 well, 190. associations, 191. 
 
 Mission to Palestine, 187. 
 
 Morning hymn, 216. 
 
 Mercies, divine in succession, 221 — 222. 
 
 Midnight cry, 224. 
 
 Mysteries of Providence, 13, 17. 
 
 J^ew and living way, 248. 
 
 Providence, 12. mysteries of, 13 and 17. 
 
 Penitent, 114. 
 
 Promises, precious, 54. 
 
 Pilgrim's song, 82. lot, 129. farewell, 203. 
 
 Praiier answered hv crosses, 137. importunate, 
 167. benefit of, 215. 
 
 Reflections on the end of the year, 229. 
 
 Rising to GoA, 13S. 
 
 Resolution, grateM, 212. 
 
 Redemption, 29. wonders of, 208. 
 
 Resolve, successful, 164 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 Remember ine, 88. 
 Revival prayed for, 184. 
 Repentance, 113, 114, 115. 
 Redeemer, praise to, 210. 
 Restoration of Israel, 192. 
 Saint, afflicted, 53. happy in God, 220. 
 Staroi BetLleliem, 44. 
 Salvation, Iree, 25. method of, 37—43. 
 Sanctified afflictions, 119. 
 Sovereignty, 4. 
 Sinner's refuge, 146. 
 Sin, orisiiial, 19. bewailed, 123. 
 Sinner, weighed, 41. saved, 42. invited, 46 — 49 — 
 
 50 — 51 — 52 — 55 — 56. v.-elcome to Christ, 48. — 
 
 warned,58— 60— 61, return to Christ, 121. 
 Scriptures, inspiration of, 22. excellence, 23. 
 SacfoHj- found, 149. merit, 154. ascension, 213. 
 Supplication, 169. 
 
 Spirit, grieved, 57. influences, 90, 91, 92. 
 Temptations of the Christian, 153. 
 Triumph over death, 233. final, 246. 
 Trump-et,26. 
 Teacher's Inmn, 179. 
 Thief, converted, £0. 
 Time and eternitv, 228. 
 T>ust, and not afraid, 128. 
 Union, 150. 
 TVay to Canaan, 79. way to Christ, 80. ways of 
 
 God, 99. way God has led me on, 139. to Zion 
 
 153. 
 Watchfulness and prayer, 136. 
 Watchman, 189. 
 
 World unsanctified, 147. we have not seen, 253. 
 Worship, pleasures of social, 160. humble, 161. 
 Wept over the city, 165. 
 Welcome to Christian friends, 201. 
 Wisdom of redeeming time, 219. 
 Wheat and tares, 251. 
 Zion encouraged, 188. 
 
]S^EW SELECT HYMNS. 
 
 PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 
 
 HYMN 1. L, M. Appleton. 
 God Supreme and Self-sufficient. 
 J "TTTHAT is our God, or what his name, 
 i'V Nor men can learn, nor angels teach; 
 He dwells conceal'd in radiant flame, 
 Where neither eyes nor thoughts can reach. 
 
 2 Tlie spacious worlds of heavenly light. 
 
 Compared with iiim, how short they falll 
 They are too dark, and he too bright; 
 Nothing are they, and God is all. 
 
 3 He spoke the wondrous word, and lot 
 
 Creation rose at his command; 
 Whirlwinds and seas their limits know 
 Bound in the hollow of his hand. 
 
 4 There rests the earth, there roll the spheres. 
 
 There nature leans, and feels her prop; 
 But his own self-sufficience hears 
 The weight of his own glories up. 
 
 5 The tide of creatures ebbs and flows, 
 
 Measuring their changes by the moon: 
 No ebb his sea of glory knows; 
 His age is one eternal noon. 
 
 6 Then f\v, my son?, an endless round, 
 
 The lofty tune let Gabriel raise; 
 AH nature dwell upon the sound. 
 But we can ne'er fulfil the praise.— ^a«<. 
 
 HYMN 2. C. M. Jilbany. 
 The Infinite. 
 1 rpHY names, how infinite they be! 
 A. Gr?at Everlasting One! 
 Boundless thy might and majesty, 
 And unconfin'd thy throne. 
 
 3 
 
4 PERFECTIOXS OF GOD. 
 
 2 Thy glories shine of wondrous size, 
 
 And wondrous large thy grace; 
 Immortal day breaks from thine eyes, 
 And Gabriel veils his face. 
 
 3 Thine essence is a vast abyss, 
 
 Which angels cannot sound, 
 An ocean of infinities 
 Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 
 
 4 The mysteries of creation lie 
 
 Beneath enlightenM minds; 
 Thoushts can ascend above the sky, 
 And fly before the winds; 
 
 5 Reason may grasp the massy hills. 
 
 And strcteh from pole to pole; 
 But half thy name our spirit tills, 
 And overloads our soul. 
 
 6 In vain our haughty reason swells, 
 
 For nothing's found in thee 
 
 But boundless inconceivables. 
 
 And vast eternity. — Watts. 
 
 HYMN 3. L. M. 3Iendon. 
 The Incomprehensibility of God. 
 f /~^ OD is a name my soul adores — 
 
 VT Th' almighty Three, th' eternal One! 
 Nature and grace, with all their powers, 
 Confess the infinite unknown. 
 
 2 Thy voice produced the seas and spheres. 
 
 Bid the waves roar and planets sliine; 
 But nothing like thyself appears 
 Through all these spacious works of thine, 
 
 3 Still restless nature dies and grows; 
 
 From change to change the creatures run; 
 Thy being no succession knows, 
 And all thy vast designs are one. 
 
 4 Thrones and dominions round thee fall 
 
 And worship in submissive forms; 
 Thy presence shakes this lower ball. 
 This little dwelling-place of wornie. 
 
 5 IIow shall affrighted mortals dare 
 
 To sing thy glory or thy grace? 
 
K' 
 
 PERFECTIONS OP GOD. 9 
 
 Beneath thy feet we lie so far, 
 And see but shadows of thy facel 
 6 Who can behold the blazing lis:ht! 
 
 Who can approach consuming flame? 
 None but thy wisdom knows thy might, 
 None but thy word can speak thy namQ.-Watts. 
 
 HYMN 4. C. M. Spencer. 
 Divive Sovereignty ; or QocTs dominion and dtcreees, 
 'EEP silence, all created things; 
 And wait your Maker's nod: 
 My soul stands trembling, while she singa 
 The honors of her God. 
 
 2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, 
 
 Hnng on his firm decree: 
 He sits on no precarious throne, 
 Nor borrows leave to be. 
 
 3 Chain'd to his throne, a volume lies, 
 
 With all the fates of men. 
 With every angel's form and size, 
 Drawn by th' eternal pen. 
 
 4 His providence unfolds the book, 
 
 And makes his counsels shine; 
 Each op'ning leaf, and ev'ry stroke 
 Fulfils some deep design. 
 
 5 Here, he exalts neglected worms 
 
 To sceptres and a crown: 
 And there, the following pace he turns, 
 And treads the monarch down. 
 
 6 Not Gabriel asks the reason why; 
 
 Nor God the reason gives; 
 
 Nor dares the fav'rite angel pry 
 
 Between the folded leaves! 
 
 7 My God, I would not long to see 
 
 My fate with curious eyes, 
 What gloomy lines are writ for me, 
 
 Or what bright scenes may rise: 
 6 In thy fair book of life and grace, 
 
 O may I find my name 
 ■Recorded in some humble place, 
 
 '? -neath my Lord, the Lambl— ^Tflf^*. 
 
i) PERFECTIONS OF GOD. 
 
 HYMN 5. L, M. Blendon. 
 God exalted above all praise. 
 
 1 "C'TERNAL power! whose higli abode 
 J_i Becomes the grandeur of a God; 
 Infinite lengths, beyond the bounds, 
 Where stars revolve their little rounds. 
 
 2 The lowest step around thy seat 
 Rises too hi^h for Gabriel's feet; 
 In vain the tall arch-angel tries 
 
 To reach thine height with wond'ring eyes. 
 
 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? 
 We would adore our Maker too; 
 From sin and dust to thee we cry, 
 The Great, the Holy, and the High! 
 
 4 Earth from afar has heard thy fame. 
 And worms have learnt to lisp thy name: 
 But O, the glories of thy mind 
 
 Leave all our soaring thoughts hGhmA.— Watts 
 
 HYMN 6. L. M. Danvers. 
 The Loving-lxindness o;f the Lord. Ps. Ixiii. 7. 
 
 1 A WAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, 
 
 XA. And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; 
 He justly claims a song from me, 
 His loving-kindness, O how free! 
 
 2 He saw mc ruin'd in the fall. 
 Yet lov'd me, notwithstanding all; 
 He sav'd me from my lost estate. 
 His loving-kindness, O how great! 
 
 3 Though num'rous hosts of mighty foes. 
 Though earth and hell my way oppose. 
 He safely leads my soul along. 
 
 His loving-kindness, O how strong! 
 
 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, 
 Hasgather'd thick and thunder'd loud. 
 He near my soul has always stood, 
 His loving kindness, O how good! 
 
 5 Often I feel my sinful heart 
 Prone from my Jesus to depart; 
 But though I have him oft forgot, 
 Kia loving-kindness, changes not. 
 
PERFECTIONS OF GOD. I 
 
 6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, 
 Soon all my mortal powers must fail; 
 O! may my last expiring breath 
 
 His loving-kindness sing in death; 
 
 7 Then let me mount and soar av/ay 
 To the bright world of endless day; 
 And sing, with raitture and surprise, 
 
 His loving-kindness in the skies.— Medleij. 
 
 HYMN 7. lis. Portusuesc Hymn. ] 
 Mercy of Ood. Psalm Ixxxix. 1. 
 
 1 rpHY mercy. My God, is the theme of my song, 
 JL The joy of my heart, and the boast of my 
 
 tongue; 
 Thy free grace aione, from the first to the last, 
 Has won my aiTcciions, and bound my soul fast. 
 
 2 Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here, 
 Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair: 
 But thro' thy free geodness, my spirits revive, 
 And he that first made me still keeps me alive. 
 
 3 Thy mercy is more than a nraich for my heart. 
 Which wonders to see its own hardness depart; 
 Dissovl'd by thy goodness, I fall to the trround. 
 And weep to the praise of the mercy I found. 
 
 4 The door of thy mercy stands open all day, 
 I'othe poor and the needy, who knock by the way; 
 No sinner shall ever be empty sent back. 
 
 Who comes seeking mercy for Jesus's sake. 
 
 5 Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell; 
 Its glories I'll sing, and its wonders I'll tell: 
 'Twas Jesus, my friend, when he hung on the tree. 
 That open'd the channel of mercy for me. 
 
 6 Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own. 
 And the covenant love of thy crucify'd Son; 
 All praise to the Spirit whose witness divine, 
 Seal3 mercy, and pardon, and rishteousness mine. 
 
 Whitfield's Col. 
 
 HYMN 8. C. M. Patmos. 
 The Grace of God; or Divine Condescension. 
 1 "TTTHEN the Eternal nows the skies, 
 V V To visit earthly things, 
 
8 PERFECTIONS OP GOD. 
 
 With scorn divine he turns his eyes 
 From tow'rs of haughty kings. 
 
 2 He bids his awful chariot roll 
 
 Far downward from the skies, 
 To visit ev'ry humble soul, 
 Witli pleasure in liis eyes. 
 
 3 Why should the Lord, that reigns above 
 
 Disdain svich lofty kinss? 
 Saj', Lord, and why such looks of love 
 Upon such worthless things? 
 
 4 Mortals, he (hinih; what creature dares 
 
 Dispute his awful will? 
 
 Ask no account of his atlairs, 
 
 But tremble and be still. 
 
 5 Just like his nature is his grace, 
 
 All sov'rei^n, and all free; 
 Great God, how searchless are thy ways! 
 How deep thy judgments be! — Watts. 
 
 HYMN 9. C. M. Bolton. 
 The Goodness of God. Nahum i. 7. 
 
 1 TT'E humble souls, approach your God 
 
 JL With songs ofsacred praise, 
 For he is cood, immensely good. 
 And kind are all his ways. 
 
 2 All nature owns his guardian care, 
 
 In him we live and move; 
 But nobler benefits declare 
 The wonders of his love. 
 
 3 He gave his Son, his only Son, 
 
 To ransom rebel worms: 
 'Tis here he makes his goodness known 
 In its diviner forms. 
 
 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, 
 
 'Tis here our hope relies; 
 A safe defence, a peaceful home. 
 When storms of trouble rise. 
 
 5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, 
 
 The souls who trust in thee; 
 Their humble hope thou wilt reward 
 With bliss divinely free. 
 
PERFECTIONS OP GOD. » 
 
 6 Great God, to thy Almighly love, 
 What honors shall we raise? 
 Not all the raptur'd songs above 
 Can render equal praise.—Steele. 
 
 HYMN 10. C. M. Pazton. 
 A Sortg to Creating Wisdom. 
 
 1 INTERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise! 
 Jjj Thee the creation sings! 
 
 With Ihy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and seas, . 
 And heaven's high palace rings. 
 
 2 Thy.hand 1 ow wide it spread the sky! 
 
 How glorious to Iielioldl 
 Ting'd with the blue of heavenly dye, 
 And starr'd with sparkling gold. 
 
 3 Infinite strength, and equal skill. 
 
 Shine through the worlds abroad. 
 Our souls with vast nmazcmenl fill, 
 And speak the builder, God, 
 
 4 But still the wonders of thy grace 
 
 Our softer pnssions move; 
 Pity divine in Jesus' face 
 We see, adore, and love. — Watts. 
 
 HYMN 11. L. M. Illinois. 
 God''s Goodness to the Children of Men. Ps.vii. 31. 
 'E sons of men, with joy record 
 
 ly 
 
 The various wonders of the Lord; 
 And let ills power and goodness sound 
 ThroCigh all your tribes tiie earth around. 
 
 2 Let the h\<ih heavens your son^s invite. 
 Those spacious fields of brilliant light: 
 Where sun, and moon, and planets roll; 
 And stars, that glow from pole to pole. 
 
 3 View the broad sea's majestic plains, 
 And think how wide its Maker reigns; 
 That band remotest nations joins. 
 And on each wave his goodness shines. 
 
 4 But oh! that briirhter world above. 
 Where lives and reians incarnate love! 
 God's only Son, in flesh ra-ray'd. 
 
 For man a bleeding victim made. 
 
10 PROVIDENCE. 
 
 5 Thither, my soul, with rapture soar! 
 There, in the laud of praise, adore; 
 The theme demands an angel's lay — 
 . Demands an everlasting day. — Doddridge. 
 
 PROVIDENCE. 
 
 HYMN 12. Uxbridge. 
 
 Providence; or, God worliing all things after the 
 
 Counsel of his oicn V/ill. 
 
 1 rpHYways, O Lord! with wise design, 
 X Are frani'd upon thy th»-one above, 
 Andev'ry dark and bending line 
 
 Meets in the centre of thy love. 
 
 2 With feeble W'zht, and lialf obscure. 
 
 Poor mortals thy arranjenients view; 
 Not knowing tliat the least are sure, 
 And the mysterious just and true. 
 
 3 Thy flock, thy own peculiar care, 
 
 Thoush iiovi' they seem to roam uney'd. 
 Are led or driven only where 
 They best and safest may abide. 
 
 4 They neither know nor trace the way; 
 
 But trusting to thy piercing eye, 
 None of their feet to ruin stray, 
 Nor shall the weakest fail or die. 
 
 5 My favor'd soul shall meekly learn, 
 
 To lay my reason at thy throne; 
 Too weak thy secrets to discern, 
 I'll trust thee for my guide alone. 
 
 HYMN 13. C. M. Litchfield. 
 
 The Mysteries of Providence; or, Light shining out 
 
 of Darkness. 
 
 1 /~^ OD moves in a mysterious way 
 vT His wonders to perform; 
 
 He plants his footsteps in the sea, 
 And rides upon the storm. 
 
 2 Deep in unfathomable mines 
 
 Of never-faiiing skill, 
 He treasures up his bright designs, 
 And works hissov'reign will. 
 
PROVIDENCE. 11 
 
 3 Ye fearftil saints, fresli courage take, 
 
 The clouds }e so nnicli dread 
 Are big with mercy, and shall break 
 In blessings on your liead. 
 
 4 Judge not the Lord liy feeble sense, 
 
 But trust liim for his grace; 
 Behind a frowning providence, 
 He hides a smiling face. 
 
 5 His purposes will ripen fast. 
 
 Unfolding every liour; 
 The -bud may have a bitter taste, 
 But sweet will be the flower. 
 
 6 Bl'nd unbelief is sure to err. 
 
 And scan his word in vain; 
 God is his own interpreter. 
 And he will make it plain. — Cowper. 
 
 HYMN 14. P. M. Pisgah. 
 Christ the Head of the Church. 
 
 1 TTEAD of the church triumphant, 
 XJ. We joyfully adore thee; 
 
 Till thou appear, thy members here, 
 
 Shall sing like those in alory: 
 We lift our hearts and voices 
 
 With blest anticipation. 
 And cry aloud, and give to God 
 
 The praise of our salvation. 
 
 2 While in afrlictioM's furnace. 
 
 And passing ihrouih the fire. 
 Thy love we praise which knows no da}'s, 
 
 And ever brings usni-rher: 
 We ciap our iiands exulting 
 
 In tliine almi'ihty favor; 
 The love divine, which made us thine, 
 
 Can keep us thine forever. 
 
 3 Thou dost conduct thy people 
 
 Through torrents of temptation; 
 Nor will we fear while thou art near. 
 
 The fire of tribulation; 
 The world, with sin and Satan, 
 
 In vain our march opposes: 
 By thee we shall break through them all, 
 
 And sing the song of Moses. 
 
13 PROVrDEXCE. 
 
 4 By faith we see the glory, 
 
 To which thou shall restore us, 
 The cross despise for that high prize, 
 
 Which thou hast set before us: 
 And if thou count us worthy. 
 
 We each, as djnns Stephen, 
 Shall see thee stand at God's right-hand, 
 
 To take us up to heaven. 
 
 IIYJIN 15. C. M. Howards. 
 Gratitude for divine mercies. Part I. 
 
 1 TT7HEN all thy mercies, O my God, 
 
 V V Sly risine soui surveys. 
 Transported with the view, I'm lost, 
 In wonder, love and praise. 
 
 2 To all my weak complaints and cries 
 
 Thy mercy lent an ear. 
 Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned 
 To form themselves in prayer. 
 
 3 Unnumbered comforts on my soul 
 
 Thy tender care bestowed. 
 Before my infant lieart conceived 
 From whom those comforts flowed. 
 
 4 When, in the slippery paths of youth, 
 
 With heedless steps I ran, 
 TJiine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe. 
 And led me up to man; 
 
 5 Through hidden dangers, toils, and death, 
 
 It cently cleared my way. 
 And through the pleasinjr srenes of vice, 
 Wliere thousands go astray. — Addison 
 
 HYMN 16. C. M. Howards. 
 Gratitude for diinne mercies. Part TI. 
 
 1 "YTTHEX pale with sickne&?. oft hast thou 
 
 \ V With health renewed my fare; 
 And, when in sin and sorrow sunk, 
 Revived my soul with grace. 
 
 2 Thy bounteous hand with worldly good 
 
 Has made my cup run o'er; 
 And in a kind and faithful Friend, 
 Has doubled all my store. 
 
PROVIDENCE. 13 
 
 3 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 
 
 My daily tlianks employ, 
 Nor is t!ie least a cheerful heart, 
 That tastes those gifts with joy. 
 
 4 Through every period of my life, 
 
 Thy L'oodness I'll pursue; 
 And after death, in distant worlds, 
 The glorious theme renew 
 
 5 Throush all eternity, to thee 
 
 A joyful sons I'll raise; 
 For, Of eternity's too short 
 
 To utter all thy praise. — iddison. 
 
 HYMN 17. C. M. Meclford. 
 The Mysteries of Providence. 
 
 1 rpHY way, O Lord, is in the sea; 
 _L Thy paths I cannoi trace, 
 
 Nor comprehend the mystery 
 Of thine unbounded grace. 
 
 2 'Tishut in part I know thy will; 
 
 I bless thee for the sicht: — 
 When will thy love the rest reveal. 
 In glory's clearer light? 
 
 3 With rapture shall I then survey 
 
 Thy providence and grace; 
 And spend an everlasting day. 
 In wonder, love, and praise. — H. K. White. 
 
 HYMN 18. C. M. Spencer. 
 .Almighty Forcer and Majesty of God, 
 
 1 rPHE Lord our God is clothed with might, 
 X The wind? obey his will; 
 
 Bespeaks — and in his heavenly height 
 The rolling sun stands still. 
 
 2 Ee'el, ye waves — and o'er the land 
 
 With threatening aspect roar! 
 
 The Lord uplifts his awful hand, 
 
 And chains you to the shore. 
 
 3 Howl, winds of nisht! your force combhiel 
 
 Without his hi^h hehest. 
 Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, 
 Disturb the sparrow's nefit. 
 34 
 
14 FALL OF MAN. 
 
 4 His voice sublime is heard afar, 
 
 In distant peals it dies; 
 He yokes the whirlwinds to his car, 
 And sweeps the howling skies. 
 
 5 Ye nations, bend — in reverence bend; 
 
 Ye monarchs, wait his nod. 
 And bid the choral soi.g ascend 
 To celebrate our God. 
 
 FALL OF MAN. 
 
 HYMN 19. L. M. Sunderland. • 
 Original Sin; or the first and second Adam. 
 
 1 A DAM, our father and our head, 
 
 MX. Transgress'd, and jiistice dooni'd us dead" 
 The fiery law speaks all despair, 
 There's no reprieve or pardon there. 
 
 2 Call a bright council in the skies; 
 Seraphs, the mighty and the wise, 
 Speak; are j'ou strong to bear the load, 
 The weighty vengeance of a God? 
 
 3 In vain we ask; for all aroiind 
 
 Stand silent through the heavenly ground; 
 There's not a glorious mind above 
 Has half the strength or half the love. 
 
 4 But G.' unmeasureaWe grace! 
 
 Th' eternal Son takes Adam's place; 
 Down to our world the Saviour flies. 
 Stretches his arms, and bleeds and dies. 
 
 5 Amazing work! look down, ye skies. 
 Wonder and gaze with all your eyes! 
 Ye saints helow, and saints above, 
 
 All bow to this mysterious love. — Watts. 
 HYMN 20. S. M. Olmutz. 
 Hope from the Gospel only. 
 
 1 /~10D'S holy law transgressed, 
 \jr Speaks nothing but desiiair; 
 Burdened with guilt — with grief Of 
 
 We find no comfort there. 
 
 2 Not all our groans and tears. 
 
 Nor works which we have done; 
 
THE SCRIPTURE. 15 
 
 Nor vows, nor promises nor prayers), 
 Can e'er for sin atone. 
 
 3 Relief alone is found 
 
 In Jesus' precious blood: 
 Tis this that heals the mortal wound. 
 And reconciles to God. 
 
 4 Hii;h lifted on the cross, 
 
 The spotless victim dies; — 
 This is salvations only source — 
 Hence all our hopes arise.— Epis. Col. 
 
 ^YMN 21. S. M. Elton. 
 Fall of Man. 
 
 1 A H, how shall fallen man 
 JjL Be just before his God I 
 If he contend in righteousness, 
 
 We fall beneath his rod. 
 
 2 If he our ways should mark 
 
 With strict inquiring eyes, 
 Could we for one of thousand faults, 
 A just excuse devise? 
 
 3 All-seeing, powerful God! 
 
 Wiio can with thee contend. 
 Or who that tries th' uneijual strife, 
 Shall prosper in the end? 
 
 4 The mountains, in thy wrath, 
 
 Their ancient seats forsake! 
 The trembling earth deserts her place, 
 Her rooted pillars shake! 
 
 5 Ah, how shall guilty man 
 
 Contend with such a God? 
 None— none can meet him, and escape, 
 But through the Saviour's blood. 
 
 THE SCRIPTURE. 
 
 HYMN 22. C. M. Devises. 
 The inspired Word, a system of Kowledge and Joy 
 1 TTOW precious is the book divine, 
 xl By inspiration given! 
 Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine 
 To guide our souls to heaven. 
 
16 THE GOSPEL. 
 
 2 It eweetly cheers our drooping hearts 
 
 In this dark vale of tears; 
 Life, light, and joy it still imparts, 
 And quells our rising fears. 
 
 3 This lamp through all the tedious night 
 
 Of life, shall guide our way; 
 Till we behold the clearer light 
 Of an eternal day. — Rippoii's Col. 
 HYMx\ 23. C. M. Medfield. 
 The Excellency and Sufficiency of the Holy Scriptures, 
 
 1 Tj^ATHER of mercies! in thy word 
 X. What endless glory shines! 
 
 For ever be thy name ador'd 
 For these celestial lines. 
 
 2 Here, may the wretched sons of want 
 
 Exhaustless riches find; 
 Riches above what earth can grant, 
 And lasting as the mind, 
 
 3 Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows, 
 
 And yields a free repast; 
 Suhlimer sweets than nature knows 
 Invite the longing taste. 
 
 4 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice 
 
 Spreads heavenly peace around; 
 And life, and everlasting joys, 
 Attend the blissful sound. 
 
 5 O may these heavenly pages be 
 
 My ever dear delis'ht; 
 And still new beauties may I see, 
 And still increasing light! 
 
 6 Divine instructor, gracious Lord! 
 
 Pe thou for ever near: 
 Teach me to love thy sacred word, 
 And view my Saviour there. 
 
 THE GOSPEL. 
 
 HYMN 24. Harwich. 
 Jubilee. Lev. xxv. 9 — 17. 
 1 T>LOW ye the trumpet, blow 
 X> The gladly solemn sound; 
 
THE GOSPEL. 17 
 
 Let all the nations know, 
 To earth's remotest bound. 
 The year of Jubilee is come; 
 Return ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
 2 Exalt the Lamb of God, 
 
 The sin-atonin? Lamb; 
 Redemption ty his blood, 
 
 Thro' all the world proclaim; 
 Tile year, ^-c. 
 
 3 Ye who have sold for nought, 
 
 Your heritage above, 
 Coine, take it back unbought, 
 The gift of Jesus' love; 
 The year, <!^-c. 
 
 4 Ye slaves o*" sin and hell, 
 
 Your lilertv receive; 
 And sale in Tesns dwell. 
 And blort in Jesus live; 
 The year, (^-c. 
 
 5 The cospel trumpet hear, 
 
 The news of pard'ning grace; 
 Ye happy souls, draw near, 
 Eebold your Saviour's face; 
 The year, S^c. 
 
 6 Jesus our preat hish-priest. 
 
 Hath full atonement made; 
 Ye «eary spirits, rest; 
 
 Ye mournin2 souls, be glad! 
 The year of Jubilee is come; 
 Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 
 
 HYMN 25. P. M. Duren. 
 Free Grace. 
 
 THE voice of free grace cries escape to the 
 mountain, 
 For Adam's lost race Christ hath open'd a foun- 
 tain: 
 For sin and transnrression and ev'ry pollution. 
 His blood flows most freely in streams of salvation. 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb who has purchas'd 
 
 our pardon; 
 We will praise him again when we pass over 
 Jordan. 
 
 2L 
 
18 THE GOSPEL. 
 
 2 Now glory to God in tlie liiiihest Is glvpn, 
 Now glory to God is re-echo'd in heaven; 
 Around the whole earth, let us tell the glad 
 
 story, 
 And sins of his love, his salvation, and glory 
 Halleluj;ili to the Lamb, tSfc. 
 
 3 Enraptur'd I burn, with deiieht and desire, 
 Such love, so divine, sots my soul all on fire; 
 Around the bright throne hosannahs are ring 
 
 i"g) 
 O when shall I join lliem, and ever be sing 
 inj. 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, ^-c. 
 
 4 O Jesus ride on, thy kingdom is glorious, 
 O'er sin, death, and hell, thou wilt make us 
 
 victorious: 
 Thy name shall be prais'd in the great congrc 
 
 gation. 
 And saints shall delight in ascribing salvation. 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, ^"c. 
 
 5 When on Zion we stand, having gain'd the blest 
 
 shore. 
 With our harps in our hands, we will praise 
 
 evermore; 
 We'll ranse the blest fields on the banks of tho 
 
 river. 
 And sing hallelujah for ever and ever. 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, f;c. 
 
 HYJIN 26. P. M. 
 Trumpet. 
 
 1 TTARK! brethren, don't yon hear the sound, 
 XJ. The martial trumpets now are blowing; 
 Men in order listing round. 
 
 And soldiers to tl;e standard flowing: 
 Bounty otfer'd, life and peace, 
 
 To every soldier this is given; 
 When from toils of war tliey cease, 
 
 A mansion bright prepar'd in heav'n. 
 
 2 The banner of the bleeding Lamb 
 
 Is waving high o'er every nation, 
 To ruined souls of every name. 
 The gospel brings a great salvation; 
 
THE GOSPEL. 19 
 
 The poor, the sick, the blind, the lame, 
 
 Their maladies, shall all be healed; 
 Outlaw'd rebels, when they come 
 
 Receive a pardon freely sealed. 
 
 3 The battle is not to the stron?, 
 
 The burden's on our captain's shoulder *. 
 None so aged, or so young, 
 
 But may enlist and be a soldier. 
 Tiiosc who cannot fight or fly, 
 
 Beneath his banner find protection; 
 None, who on his name rely. 
 
 Shall be reduc'd to base subjection. 
 
 4 You need not fear, the cause is good; 
 
 Come, who will to the crown aspire? 
 In this cause the martyrs liled, 
 
 And shouted victory in the fire. 
 In this cause let's follow on, 
 
 And soon we'll tell the pleasinjf story, 
 How by faith we gain'd the crown, 
 
 And fought our way to life and glory 
 
 5 The battle, brethren, is begun. 
 
 Behold the army now in niofion; 
 Some by faith behold the crown, 
 
 And almost grasp their future portion; 
 Hark! the victors singing loud, 
 
 Emanuel's chariot wheels are rumbling, 
 Mourners weeping through the crowd, 
 
 And Satan's kingdom down is tumbling. 
 
 6 Hark! ye rebels, come and list, 
 
 The officers are now recruiting: 
 Why will you in sin persist. 
 
 Or spend your time in vain disputing? 
 All your cavils sure are vain; 
 
 For if you do not sue for favor, 
 Down you'll sink to endless pain, 
 
 To bear the wrath of God forever. 
 
 HYMN 27. 5, 6. Part. I. 
 Everlasting Love; Electing Grace, and Personal 
 
 Holiness. 
 1 TTOW happy are we, 
 
 xl Our election who sec. 
 And venture, O Lord, salvation on thee 
 
20 THE GOSPEL. 
 
 In Jesus approv'd, 
 Eternally lov'd, 
 Upheld by thy power, we cannot be mov'd. 
 
 2 'Tis sweet to recline 
 On the bosom divine, 
 
 And experience the comforts peculiar to thine: 
 
 ■\^'liile, born from above, 
 
 And upheld by thy love. 
 With singing and triumph, to Zion we move. 
 
 3 Our scekin;^ thy face 
 Was all of thy grace, 
 
 Thy mercy demands, and sliall have all the praise* 
 
 No sinner can be 
 
 Beforehand with thee. 
 Thy grace is preventing, almighty, and free 
 
 4 Our Saviour and friend 
 His love shall exiend, 
 
 It knew no beginning, and never shall end; 
 
 Whom once he receives 
 
 His Spirit ne'er leaves; 
 Nor ever repeals of the grace that lie gives. 
 
 5 This proof we would give 
 Tiiat tliee we recei\o; 
 
 Thou art precious alone to the souls that believe; 
 
 Ee precious to us! 
 
 All besides is as dross. 
 Compared with thy love and the blood of thv cross. 
 
 TopLady. 
 
 HYMN 28. Tart II. 
 
 1 T^ET one thina we want, 
 
 JL More holiness grant! 
 For more of thy mind and thy image we pant, 
 
 Tliine imaie impress 
 
 On thy favorite race; 
 O fashion and "polish thy vessels of grace! 
 
 2 Thy workmanship we 
 
 Move fully would be; [thee: 
 
 Lord, stretch out thine liand, and conform us to 
 
 While onward wc move 
 
 To Canaan above. 
 Come, fill us with holiness, fill us with love, 
 
THE GOSPEL. 21 
 
 Vouchsafe us to know 
 More of thee below; 
 Thus fit us for heaven, and glory bestow: 
 Our harps shall be tun'd, 
 The Lamb shall he crown'd, 
 Salvation to Jesus thro' heav'n shall resound; 
 
 Toplady. 
 
 HYMN 29. 8, 7, 4. Zion. 
 Finished Redemption. 
 
 1 TTARK! the voice of love and mercy 
 ±1 Sounds aloud from Calvary! 
 
 See it rends the rocks asunder, 
 
 Shakes the earth, and veils the sky! 
 "It is finished!" — 
 Hear the dying Saviour cry! 
 
 2 " It is finished!"— O what pleasure 
 
 Do these charming words atfordi 
 Heavenly blessings without measure, 
 
 Flow to us from Christ the Lord, 
 "It is finishVI!" — 
 Saints, the dying words record. 
 
 3 Finish'd all the types and shadows 
 
 Of the ceremonial law! 
 Finish'd all that God has promis'd; 
 
 Death and hell no more shall awe. 
 "It is finish'd" — 
 Saints from hence your comfort draw. 
 
 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, 
 
 Join'to sing the pleasing theme: 
 All in earth and all in heaven 
 
 Join to praise Inmianuel's name. 
 Hallelujah! 
 Glory to the bleeding Lamb! 
 
 HYMN 36. C. M. Bed ham. 
 The converted Thief. Luke xxiii. 42. 
 
 1 A S on the cross the Saviour hung, 
 Xi- And wept, and bled, and dy'd, 
 He pour'd salvation on a wretcii 
 
 That languish'd at his side. 
 
 2 His crimes with inward grief and shame. 
 
 The penitent confess'd; 
 
29 THE GOSPEt. 
 
 Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ, 
 And thus his prayer addressed: 
 
 3 "Jesus, thou Son and heir of heaven! 
 
 Thou spotless Lamb of God! 
 I see thee hatli'd in sweat and tears, 
 And wel'tring in thy blood. 
 
 4 "Yet quickly, from those scenes of woe, 
 
 In triumph thou shalt rise, 
 Burst through the gloomy shades of death 
 And shine above the skies. 
 
 5 " Amid the glories of that world, 
 
 Dear Saviour, think on me, 
 And in tJie vict'ries of thy death, 
 Let me a sharer be." 
 
 6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears, 
 
 And instantly replies, 
 "To-day thy partins soul shall he 
 With me in Paradise."— S. Stennett. 
 
 HYMN 31. S. M. Inverness. 
 Vital Union to Christ in Regeneration. 1. Cor. vi. 17 
 
 1 "pvEAR Saviour, we are thme 
 JlJ By everlasting bonds; 
 
 Our names, our hearts, we would resign, 
 Our souls are in thy liands. 
 
 2 To thee we still would cleave 
 
 With ever growing zeal; 
 If millions tempt us Christ to leave, 
 O let them ne'er prevail. 
 
 3 Thy Spirit shall unite 
 
 Our souls to thee our head; 
 Shall form us to thy image bright, 
 That we thy paths may tread. 
 
 4 Death may our souls divide 
 
 From these abodes of clay: 
 But love shall keep us near thy side 
 Through all the gloomy way. 
 
 5 Since Christ and we are one. 
 
 Why should we doubt or fear? 
 If he in heaven hath fix'd his throne, 
 He'll fix his members \\\t\c.— Doddridge. 
 
THE GOSPEL. 23 
 
 HYMN 32. C. M. Cartnth. 
 Pardoning Love. Jer. iil. 22. Hos. xlv. 1- 
 
 1 TTOW oft, alas! this wretclied heart 
 Xi Has wander'd from the Lord; 
 How oft my roving thoughts depart 
 
 Forgetful of Ids wordi 
 
 2 Yet, sov'reign mercy calls, 'Return, 
 
 Dear Lord, and may I come! 
 My vile ingratitude I mourn; 
 O take the wanderer home. 
 
 3 And Canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, 
 
 And bid my crimes remove? 
 
 And shall a pardon'd rebel live 
 
 To speak thy wondrous love? 
 
 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, 
 
 How glorious, how divine! 
 That can to life and bliss restore 
 So vile a heart as mine. 
 
 5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, 
 
 Dear Saviour, I adore; 
 O keep me at thy sacred feet; 
 And let me rove no more.— Steele. 
 
 HYMN 33. S. M. Olmutz. 
 Communion with God znd Christ. 1 John i. 5. 
 
 1 /^UR heavenly Father calls, 
 V^ And Christ invites us near; 
 
 With both, our friendship shall be Sweet, 
 And our communion dear. 
 
 2 God pities all our griefs: 
 
 He pardons every day; 
 Almighty to protect our souls. 
 And wise to guide our way 
 
 3 How large his bounties are; 
 
 What various stores of good, 
 
 Diffus'd from our Redeemer's hand. 
 
 And purchased with his bloodi 
 
 4 Jesus, our living head, 
 
 We bless thy faithful care; 
 Our advocate before the throne. 
 And our forerunner there. 
 S 
 
24 THE GOSPEL. 
 
 5 Here fix, my roving heart! 
 
 Here wait, my warmest love! 
 Till the communion be complete 
 In nobler scenes above.— Doddridge, 
 
 HYMN 34. C. M. ^Ibamj. 
 Walking isith Ood. Gen. v. 4. 
 
 1 r\ FOR a closer walk with God, 
 \J A calm and heavenly frame: 
 A li^lit to shine upon the road 
 
 That leads me to the lamb! 
 
 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, 
 
 When first I saw the Lord? 
 Where is the sonl-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus, and liis word? 
 
 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd! 
 
 How sweet their memory stilll 
 But now I find an achinii void 
 The world can never fill. 
 
 4 Return, O holy dove! return. 
 
 Sweet messenger of rest! 
 I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
 And drove thee from my breast. 
 
 5 The dearest idol I have known, 
 
 Whate'er that idol be, 
 Help me to tear it from thy tlnone, 
 And worship only thee. 
 
 6 So shall my walk be close with God, 
 
 Calm and serene my frame; 
 So purer lisht shall mark the road 
 That leads me to the 'Lamb.—Coicper. 
 
 HYMN 35. S. M. Olneij. 
 
 The Leper healed; or Sanctification implored. 
 Matt. viii. 2. 
 1 TIEHOLD the lep'rous Jew, 
 Jj Oppress'd with pain and ijrief, 
 Pouring his tears at Jesus' feet 
 For pity and relief. 
 9 "O epeak the word," he cries, 
 "And heal me of my pain: 
 
THE GOSPEL. 25 
 
 Lord tliou art able, if thou wilt, 
 To make a leper clean." 
 
 3 Compassion moves his heart: 
 
 He speaks the gracious word; 
 The leper feels his strength return. 
 And all his sickness cur'd. 
 
 4 To thee, dear Lord, I look. 
 
 Sick of a worse disease: 
 Sin is my painful malady. 
 And none can give me ease. 
 
 5 But thy Almighty grace 
 
 Can heal my lep'rous soul: 
 O bathe me in thy precious blood, 
 And that will make me whole.— Stennett. 
 
 HYMN 36. S. M. Southfield. 
 TTie Security of Christ's Sheep. John. x. 37—39. 
 
 1 TV/TY sonl, with joy attend, 
 IVX While Jesus silence breaks; 
 No angel's harp, such music yields, 
 
 As what my Sliepherd speaks. 
 
 2 "I know my sheep," he cries, 
 
 "My soul approves them well. 
 Vain is the treacherous world's disguise, 
 And vain the rage of hell. 
 
 3 "I freely feed them now 
 
 With tokens of my love; 
 But richer pastures I prepare, 
 And sweeter streams above. 
 
 4 "Unnumber'd years of bliss, 
 
 I to my sheep will give; 
 And, while my throne unshaken stands, 
 Shall all my chosen live. 
 
 5 "This try'd AIniishty hand 
 
 Is rais'd for their defence: 
 Where is the power shall reach them there? 
 Or what shall force them thence?'' 
 
 6 Enough, my gracious Lord, 
 
 Let faith triumphant cry; 
 My heart can on this promise live. 
 Can on this promise die. — Doddridge, 
 
96 THE GOSPEL. 
 
 HYMN 37. 5. 6. Etntffn. 
 The Method of Salvation. 
 
 1 mHEE, Fatherl we bless, 
 X. Whose distinguished crace 
 
 Selected a people to show forth thy praise 
 
 Nor is thy love known 
 
 By election alone; 
 For, O! thou hast added the gift of thy Son. 
 
 2 The goodness in vain 
 We attempt to explain, 
 
 Which found and accepted a ransom for men. 
 
 Great surety of thine, 
 
 Thou didst not decline 
 To concur with the Father's most gracious design. 
 
 3 To Jesus our friend. 
 Our thanks shall ascend; 
 
 Who saves to the utmost, and loves to the end' 
 
 Our ransom he paid! 
 
 In his merit array'd, 
 We attain to the glory for which we were made. 
 
 4 Sweet Spirit of prace! 
 Thy mercy we bless. 
 
 For thy eminent share in the council of peace 
 
 Great agent divine. 
 
 To restore us is thine. 
 And cause us afresh, in thy likeness to shine 
 
 5 O God, 'tis thy part 
 
 To convince and convert; 
 To give a new life, and create a r.ew heart" 
 
 By thy presence and grace, 
 
 We'er upheld in our race, 
 And are kept in thy love, to the end of our days, 
 
 6 Father, Spirit, and Son, 
 Agree thus in one, 
 
 The Balvation of those he has mark'd for his own; 
 
 Let us, too, agree 
 
 To elorify Thee,— 
 Thou ineffable One, thou adorable Three! 
 
 Toplady. 
 
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 HYMN 38. 11. 8. Rowley. 
 Distinguished Grace. Jer. xxxL 3. 
 
 1 TN son»s of sublime adoration and praise, 
 X Ye pilsrims, for Zion who presg, 
 
 Break forth, and extol the great Ancient of days. 
 His rich and distinguishing grace. 
 
 2 His love from eternity fix'd upon you, 
 
 Broke forth and discover'd its flame, 
 When each in the cords of his kindness he drew, 
 And brought you to love his great name. 
 
 3 O had Jie not pitied the state you were in, 
 
 Your bosoms, his love had ne'er felt: [sin, 
 
 You all would have liv'd, would have died too in 
 And sunk with the load of your guilt, 
 
 4 What was there in you that could merit esteem. 
 
 Or give the Creator delisht? 
 'Twas "even so. Father!" j'ou ever must sing, 
 "Because it seem'd good in thy sight." 
 
 5 Twas all of thy grace, we were brought to obey, 
 
 While others were suffered to go 
 Th.e road which by nature we chose as our way; 
 Which leads to the regions of woe. 
 
 6 Then give all the glory to his holy name, 
 
 To him all the dory belongs; 
 Be your's the high joy st'ill to sound forth his fame, 
 And crown him in each of his songs. 
 
 HYMN 39. C. M. Part I. Litchfield. 
 By the Grace of God, I am what I am. 1 Cor. xv. 8. 
 
 1 /^KEAT God, 'tis from thy sov'reign grace 
 VT That all my blessings flow; 
 
 What'er I am or do possess, 
 I to thy mercy owe. 
 
 2 'Tis this my pow'rful lusts controls, 
 
 And pardons all my sin; 
 Spreads life and comfort through my soul, 
 And makes my nature cleanT 
 
 3 'Tis this upholds me wliilst I live, 
 
 Supports me when I die; 
 And hence ten thousand saints receive 
 Their all as well as I. 
 
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 4 How full must be the springs from whence 
 Such various streams proceed! 
 The pasture cannot but be rich, 
 On which so many feed. 
 
 HYMN 40. S. M. Part II. Watchman, 
 
 Salvation by Grace from the first to the last, 
 Eph. ii. 5. 
 
 1 /~i RACE! 'tis a charming sound! 
 Vjr Harmonious to the ear! 
 Heav'n with the echo shall resound, 
 
 And all the earth shall hear. 
 
 2 Grace first contriv'd the v.-ay 
 
 To save rebellious man; 
 And all the steps that grace display, 
 Which drew the wondrous plan. 
 [3 Grace first Inscrib'd my name 
 In God's eternal book: 
 'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb, 
 Who all my sorrows took.] 
 4 Grace led my roving feet 
 
 To tread the heavenly road; 
 And new supplies, each hour, I meet, 
 While pressing on to God. 
 [5 Grace taught my soul to pray, 
 And made my eyes overflow: 
 *Twas grace that kept me to this day 
 And will not let me go.] 
 6 Grace all the work shall crown, 
 Through everlasting day?; 
 It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
 And well d2serves the praise. 
 
 HYMX 41. L. M. Windham. 
 The sinner weighed and found uanting. Dan. v. 27. 
 
 1 TJ AISE, thouahtlcss sinner, raise thine eye — 
 XV Behold God's balance lifted high! 
 
 There shall his justice he display'd. 
 And there thy hope and life be weigh'd. 
 
 2 See in one scale liis perfect law; 
 
 . Mark with wliat force its precepts draw; 
 
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 Wouldst thou the awful test sustain? 
 Thy works how light! thy thoughts how valnl 
 
 3 Behold, the hand of God appears 
 To trace in dreadful characters; 
 "Sinner— thy soul is wanting found, 
 
 Anu . „v,^„ j,^j{g jfjgg fQ tj^g ground." 
 
 4 Let sudden fear thy nerves u..^..„„. _^ 
 
 Let horror change thy guilty face; = — - 
 
 Through all thy thoughts let anguish roll. 
 Till deep repentance "melt thy soul, 
 
 5 One only hope may yet prevail; — 
 Christ hath a weight to turn the scale; 
 Still doth the cospel publish peace. 
 And show a Saviour's righteousness. 
 
 6 Great God, exert thy power to save; 
 Deep on the heart these truths engrave, 
 The pond'rous load of guilt remove, 
 That trembling lips may' sing thy love. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
 HYMN 42. C. M. Spencer. 
 God glorious and Sinners saved. Isaiah xliv. 23. 
 
 1 "FEATHER, how wide thy glory shines! 
 S. How high thy wonders riie! 
 
 Known through the earth by thousand signs, 
 By thousands through the skies. 
 
 2 [Part of thy name divinely stands 
 
 On all thy creatures writ; 
 They show the labor of thine hands, 
 Or impress of thy feet.] 
 
 3 But when we view thy strange design 
 
 To save rebellious worms, 
 Where vengeance and compassion join 
 In their divinest forms, 
 
 4 Our thoughts are lost in reverend awe, — 
 
 We love, and we adore! 
 
 The first archangel never saw 
 
 So much of God before. 
 
 5 Now the full glories of the Lamb 
 
 Adorn the heavenly plains; 
 Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel's name, 
 And try their choicest strains. 
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30 THE GOSPEL. 
 
 6 Oh, may I bear some humble part 
 In that immortal song! 
 Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, 
 And love command my tongue. — fVatta. 
 
 Hymn 43. C. M. Eastport. Carintk. 
 
 1 <~.4.T.-r--i.iiON!— Oh, melodious sound, 
 >3 To wretched dyins men! 
 Salvation that from God proceeds, 
 
 And leads to God again. 
 
 2 But may a poor bewilder'd soul, 
 
 Sinful and weak as mine, 
 Presume to raise a treml)ling eye 
 To blessings so divine? 
 
 3 The lustre of so brisht a bliss 
 
 My feelile heart o'erbears; 
 And unbelief almost perverts 
 The promise into tears. 
 
 4 My Saviour God, no voice but thine, 
 
 These dying hopes can raise: 
 Speak tby salvation to my soul, 
 And turn my prayer to praise. 
 
 HYMN 44. Dajivers. 
 
 The Star of Bethlehem. 
 HEN marshaird on the nightly plain, 
 The cliitering host bcstud the sky, 
 Oni star alone, of all the train. 
 
 Can fix the sinners wandering e.ve: 
 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks. 
 
 From every host, from every gem; 
 But one alone the Saviour speaks, 
 
 It is the Star of Bethlehem. 
 Once on the racing seas I rode, 
 
 The storm «as loud, the nialit was dark, 
 The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blovv'd 
 
 The wind that toss'd my foundering bark. 
 Deep horror then my vitals froze, 
 
 Death struck, I ceased the tide to stem: 
 When suddenly a star arose. 
 It was the Star of Bethlehem, 
 
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 3 It was my guide, my light, my all, 
 It bade my dark foreboding cease: 
 And tlirough llie storm and danger's thrall, 
 
 It led me to the port of peace. 
 Now safely nioor'd — my perils o'er, 
 
 I'll sinir, first in nisht's diadem, 
 For ever and for evermore. 
 The Star— the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 H. K. White. 
 
 HYMx^ 45. 8s. 7s. Crockett 
 The Jubilee, 
 
 1 TTARK! the Jubilee is sounding, 
 Xl O the joyful news is come; 
 Free salvation is proclaim.ed, 
 
 In and through God's only Son, 
 Now we have an invitation 
 
 To the meek and lowly Lamb. 
 Glory, honor and salvation, 
 Christ the Lord is come to reign. 
 
 2 Come 3'e sinners, don't neglect it, 
 
 Come to Jesns in your prime; 
 Great salvation, don't reject it, 
 
 O receive it — now's your time: 
 Now the Saviour is beginning 
 
 To revive his work again. 
 
 3 Now let each one cease from sinning. 
 
 Come and follow Christ, the way; 
 We shall all receive a blessing, 
 
 If we come without delay. 
 Golden moments we've neglected, 
 
 O, the time we've spent in vain! 
 
 4 Let us run our race with patience, 
 
 Looking unto Christ the Lord; 
 For his throne shall stand forever. 
 
 And his name shall be adored; 
 He is worthy to be praised, 
 
 He is our exalted King. 
 
 5 Zion's children, praise your Jesus, 
 
 Praise him, praise him evermore; 
 May his love and grace constrain us 
 To rejoice and to adore; 
 
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 Oh, then let us join together 
 Crowns of glory to obtain. 
 
 HYMN 46. L. M. Augusta. 
 Invitation to Sinners. 
 
 1 "TTTHILE life prolonfrs its precious H?ht, 
 
 VV Mercy 'is found and peace is given; 
 But socn, ah! soon, approaching night 
 Shall blot our every hope of heaven. 
 
 2 While God invites, how blest the day, 
 
 How sweet the gospel's charming sound; 
 Come sinners, haste, O haste away. 
 While yet a pardoning God he's found. 
 
 3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing. 
 
 Shall death command you tc the grave; 
 Before his bar your spirits bring. 
 And none be found to hear or save. 
 
 4 In that lone land of deep despair. 
 
 No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise; 
 No God regard your bitter prayer. 
 Nor Saviour call you to the skies. 
 
 5 Silence, and solitude, and gloom, 
 
 In those forgetful realms appear; 
 Deep sorrows fill the dismal tomb, 
 And hope shall never enter there. 
 
 6 While God invites, how blest the day. 
 
 How sweet the gospel's charming sound; 
 Come sinners, haste, O haste away. 
 While yet a pardoning God he's found. 
 Dwight. 
 
 HYMN 47. L. M. Uzhridge. 
 Christ at the door. 
 
 1 "OEHOLD a stranger at the doorl 
 
 Jj He gently knocks, has knock'd before; 
 Has waited long, is waiting still; 
 You treat no other friend so ill. 
 
 2 O lovely attitude! he stands 
 
 With melting heart and open hands; 
 O matchless kindness! and he showa 
 That raatchless kindness to his foes. 
 
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 3 But wfll he prove a friend Indeed? 
 He will— the very friend you need: 
 The friend of sinners — yes, 'tis he, 
 With garments dyed from Calvary. 
 
 4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine, 
 Turn out his enemy and thine; 
 Turn out that hateful monster, sin, 
 
 And let the heavenly stranger in.— JVewtan. 
 
 HYMN 48. 8, 7, 4. Fleming. 
 Come and welcome to Jesus Christ. Isaiah Iv. 1. 
 
 1 /^OME ye sinners, poor and wretched, 
 Kj Weak and wounded, sick and sore — 
 Jesus ready stands to save you. 
 
 Full of pity, join'd with pow'r; 
 He is able. 
 He is willing: doubt no more. 
 
 2 Come ye thirsty, come and welcome; 
 
 God's free bounty glorify: 
 True belief, and true repentance, 
 
 Ev'ry grace that brings us nigh — 
 Without money. 
 Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. 
 
 3 Let not conscience make you linger, 
 
 Nor of fitness fondly dream; 
 All the fitness he requireth, 
 
 Is to feel your need of him: 
 This he gives you; 
 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 
 
 4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden. 
 
 Lost and ruin'd by the fall! 
 If you tarry till you're better. 
 
 You will never come at all: 
 Not the righteous — 
 Sinners, Jesus came to call. 
 
 5 View him prostrate in the garden; 
 
 On the ground your Maker lies! 
 On the bloody tree behold him; 
 
 Hear him cry before he dies, 
 "It is finish'd!" 
 Sinners, will not this suffice? 
 2M 
 
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 6 Lo, th' Incarnate God ascended, 
 
 Pleads the merit of his blood: 
 Venture on him, venture wholly, 
 
 Let no other trust intrude; 
 None but Jesus 
 Can do helpless sinners good. 
 
 7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, 
 
 Sing the praises of the Lamb; 
 While the blissful seats of heaven 
 
 Sweetly echo with his name: 
 Hallelujah! 
 Sinners here may sing the same. 
 
 INVITATIONS AND PROMISES. 
 
 HYJIN 49. C. M. Patmos. 
 Let the wiched forsake his ways, 8^-c. Isaiah Iv. 7. 
 
 1 OI\NERS, the voice of God regard; 
 lO 'Tis mercy speaks to-day; 
 
 He calls you by his sovereign word, 
 From sin's destructive way. 
 
 2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest, 
 
 You live devoid of peace; 
 A thousand stings within your breast 
 Deprive your souls of ease. 
 
 3 Your wiy is dark and leads to hell; 
 
 Why will you persevere? 
 Can you in endless torments dwell, 
 Shut up in black despair? 
 
 4 Whv will you in the crookeJ ways 
 
 Of sin and folly go? 
 In pain you travel all your days, 
 To reap immortal woe! 
 
 5 But he that turns to God shall live. 
 
 Through hi? abounding erace: 
 
 His mercy will the guilt forgive, 
 
 Of those that seek his face. 
 
 6 His love exceeds your highest thoughts; 
 
 He pardons like a God; 
 He will forgive your numerous faults, 
 Through a Redeemer's hioQ^.—FawcUt. 
 
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 HYMN 50. L. M. Augusta. 
 Wearxj souls invited to rest. Matt. xi. 28. 
 
 1 /~~10ME, weary souls, with sins distrest; 
 KJ Come, and accept tire promis'd rest; 
 Tlie Saviour's gracious call obey. 
 
 And cast your gloomy fears away. ' 
 
 2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load; 
 
 O come, and spread your woes abroad; 
 Divine compassion, mighty love. 
 Will all the painful load remove. 
 
 3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows 
 
 To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes; 
 Pardon, and life, and endless peace; 
 How rich the gift! how free the grace! 
 
 4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart. 
 The hope thy gracious words impart; 
 We come with trembling, yel rejoice, 
 And bless the kind inviting voice. 
 
 5 Dear Saviour! let thy powerful love 
 Confirm our faith, our fears remove; 
 And sweetly influence every breast, 
 And guide us to eternal rest. — Steele. 
 
 HYMN 51. Zehuloru 
 Yet there is room. Luke xiv. 22. 
 
 1 '^E dying sons of men, 
 
 JL Immerg'd in sin and woe. 
 
 The Gospel's voice attend. 
 While Jesus sends to you: 
 Ye perishing and guilty come, 
 In Jesus' arms there yet is room. 
 
 2 No longer now delay, 
 
 Nor vain excuses frame: 
 He bids you come to-day, 
 
 Though poor, and blind, and lamei 
 All things are ready, sinners, come: 
 For every trembling soul there'a rooio. 
 
 3 Believe the heavenly word 
 
 His messengers proclaim; 
 He is a gracious Lord, 
 And £aiUiful ia bia nauie; 
 
36 INVITATIONS 
 
 Backsliding souls, return and come. 
 Cast off despair, there yet is room. 
 4 Corapell'd by bleeding love, 
 
 Ye wand'ring slieep, draw near; 
 Christ calls you from above. 
 His charming accents hear! 
 Let whosoever will, now come: 
 In mercy's breast there still is room. 
 
 HYMN 52. C. M. Topsham. 
 The Saviour'' 3 Invitation. John vii. 37. 
 
 1 rpHE Saviour calls— let every ear 
 JL Attend the heavenly sound; 
 
 Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear, 
 Hope smiles reviving round. 
 
 2 For every thirsty, longing heart, 
 
 Here streams of bounty flow: 
 And life, and health, and bliss impart 
 To banish mortal woe. 
 
 3 Here springs of sacred pleasure rise 
 
 To easej'Our ev'ry pain: 
 (Immortal fountain! full supplies!) 
 Nor shall you thirst in vain. 
 
 4 Ye sinners, come; 'tis mercy's voice, 
 
 The gracious call obey: 
 Mercy invites to heavenly joys — 
 And can you yet delay? 
 
 5 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts, 
 
 To thee let sinners fly. 
 And take the bliss thy love imparts; 
 And drink, and never die.— -S^ee^e. 
 
 HYMN 53. L. M. Talbot. 
 
 A3 thy days, so shall thy strength be. Deut. 
 
 xxxiii. 25. 
 
 1 \ FFLICTED saint, to Christ draw near, 
 Jl\. Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear; 
 His faithful word declares to thee, 
 
 That as thy days, thy strength shall be. 
 
 2 Let not thy heart despond, and say, 
 How shall 1 stand the trying day? 
 
AND PROMISES. 37 
 
 He has engag'd by firm decree, 
 
 That as tliy"days, tliy strength shall 1)e. 
 
 3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong; 
 And if the conflict should be long, 
 Thy Lord will make the tempter flee; 
 For as thy days, thy strength shall be. 
 
 4 Should persecution rage and flame, . 
 Still trust in thy Redeemer's name; 
 
 In fiery trials thou shalt see 
 
 That as thy days, thy strength shall be. 
 
 5 When call'd to bear the weighty cross, 
 Or sore affliction, pain, or loss. 
 
 Or deep distress, or poverty — 
 
 Still as thy days, thy strength shall be. 
 
 6 When ghastly death appears in view, 
 Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue; 
 He conies to set thy spirit free; 
 
 And as thy days, thy strength sliall be. 
 
 Fawcett 
 
 HYMN 54. lis. Portuguese Hymn. 
 Exceeding' great and precious promises. 2 Pet. 1. 4. 
 
 1 TTOW firm a foundation, 5'c saints of the Lord, 
 XI Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! 
 What nwre can he say than to you lie hath said, 
 You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled? 
 
 2 In every condition, — in sickness, in health. 
 In poverty"^ vale, or abounding in wealth. 
 At home and niiroad, on tlie land, on the sea, 
 "As thy days may demand, shall thy strength 
 
 ever be. 
 
 3 "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not disniay'd, 
 I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; 
 I'll strengthen thee, lielp thee, and cause thee to 
 
 gtand, 
 Upheld by my righteous omnipotent liand. 
 
 4 " When thro' tlie deep waters I call thee to go, 
 The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow; 
 For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless; 
 And sanctify to thee, thy deepest distress. 
 
 5 " When thro' fiery trials thy pathway shall He, 
 My grac5 all-sufficient shall l>c thy supply; 
 
38 LWITATIONS 
 
 The flame ehall not hurt thee; I only design 
 Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 
 
 6 " E'en down to old age, all my people shall prove, 
 My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; 
 
 And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, 
 Like lambs they shall still in my bosom he borne. 
 
 7 "The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose, 
 / will vot, I will vot, desert to his foe?; 
 
 That soul, tho' all hell should endeavor to shaite, 
 ril never, no never, no never forsake!" 
 
 HYMN 55. 8, 7, 4, Fleming. 
 Sinners invited to hear. 
 
 1 OINNERS, will you scorn the message, 
 O Sent in mercy from above? 
 
 Every sentence — Oh, how tender! 
 Every line is full of love; 
 
 Listen to it— 
 Every line is full of love. 
 
 2 Hear the heralds of the gospd. 
 
 News from Zion's king proclaim. 
 To each rebel sinner — "Pardon, 
 Free forgiveness in his name." 
 
 How important! 
 Free forgiveness in his name! 
 
 3 Tempted souls, they bring j-ou succor; 
 
 Fearful hearts, they quell your fears; 
 And with news of consolation. 
 Chase away the falling tears' 
 
 Tender heralds — 
 Chase away the falling tears. 
 
 4 False professors, grov'ling worldlings, 
 
 Callous hearers of the word. 
 While the messengers address you. 
 Take the warnings they afibrd; 
 
 We entreat yon. 
 Take the warnings they afford; 
 
 5 Who hath our report believed? 
 
 Who receiv'd the joyful word? 
 Who embrac'd the news of pardon, 
 Offer'd to you by the Lord? 
 
 Can you slight it— 
 Offer'd to you by the Lord? 
 
AND PROMISES, 39 
 
 6 O, ye angels, hovering round us, 
 Waiting spirits, speed your way, 
 Hasten to the court of heaven, 
 Tidings bear without delay: 
 
 Rebel sinners 
 Glad the message will obey.— ^llen. 
 HYMN 5C. C. M, Eastport. 
 Sinners invited. 
 
 1 lYTOW is the tinfie, th' accepted hour, 
 1 1 O sinners, come away; 
 
 The Saviour's knocking at your door, 
 Arise without delay. 
 
 2 Oh! don't refuse to give him room, 
 
 Lest mercy should withdraw; 
 He'll then in robes of vengeance come. 
 To execute his law. 
 
 3 Then where, poor mortals, will you be, 
 
 If destitute of grace. 
 When you your injur'd Judge shall see, 
 And stand before his face? 
 
 4 Oh! could you sh.un that dreadful sight. 
 
 How would you wish to fly . ' 
 
 To the dark shades of endless night, 
 From that all-searching eye? 
 
 5 The dead awak'd must all appear. 
 
 And you among them stand, 
 Before the great impartial bar, 
 Arraign'd at Christ's left hand. 
 
 6 Let not these warnings be in vain. 
 
 But lend a list'ning^car; 
 Lest you should meet them all again. 
 When wrapp'd in keen despair. — Couper 
 
 HYMN 57. L. M. Hebron. 
 My Spirit shall not always strive. Gen. vi. 3. 
 1 OAY, sinner, hath a voice within, 
 O Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul; 
 Urg'd thee to leave the ways of sin, 
 And leave thy heart to God's control? 
 S Hath something met thee in the path 
 Of worldliness and vanity, 
 4 
 
40 INVITATIOXS 
 
 And pointed to the coming wrath, 
 And vvarn'd thee from that wrath to flee? 
 
 3 Sinner, it was a heav'niy voice, 
 
 It was the Spirit's gracious call, 
 It bade thee make the better choice, 
 And haste to seek in Christ thine alJ. 
 
 4 Spurn not the call to life and lijrht; 
 
 Regard in time the warning kind: 
 That call thou may'sl not always slight. 
 And yet the gate of mercy find. 
 
 5 God's Spirit will not always strive 
 
 With harden'd, self-destroying man; 
 Ye, who persist his love to grieve 
 May never hear Ins voice again. 
 
 6 Sinner— perhaps tliis very day, 
 
 Thy last accepted time may be; 
 Oh, shouldst thou grieve him now away, 
 i hen hope may never beam on thee-Hydc. 
 
 1 QINl 
 
 HYMN 58. 7, JVoncicR. 
 Sinner, prepare to meeet God. 
 INNER, art thou still secure? 
 ilt thou still refuse to pray? 
 
 Can thy heart or hands endure 
 In the Lord's avenging day? 
 
 2 See his mighty arm is bar'd! 
 
 Awful terrors clothe his browl 
 For his judgment stand prepar'd, 
 Thou must either break or bow. 
 
 3 At his presence nature shakes, 
 
 Earth atfrighted hastes to flee, 
 Solid mountains melt like wax, 
 What will then become of thee? 
 
 4 Who his advent may abide? 
 
 You that glory in your shame, 
 Will you find a place to hide. 
 When the world is wrapt in flames? 
 
 5 Lord, prepare us by thy grace! 
 
 Soon we must resign our breath, 
 And our souls he call'd to pass 
 Tbxough the iron gate of death; 
 
AND PROMISES. 41 
 
 6 Let us now our day Improve, 
 Listen to the gospel voice; 
 Seek the things that are above; 
 Scorn the world's pretended ioys.—JVewton. 
 
 HYMN 59. P. M. 
 
 The promised Saviour. 
 
 HITHER, ye faithful; haste with songs of tri- 
 umph, 
 To Bethlehem go, the Lord of life to meet; 
 To you this day, is born a Prince and Savioufi 
 Oh come, and let us worship at his feet. 
 
 2 Oh Jesus! for such wond'rous condescension. 
 
 Our praise and our reverence are an off'ring 
 meet; 
 Now is the word made flesh arnl dwells among ui^ 
 Oh come, and let us worship at his feet. 
 
 3 Shout his almighty name, ye choirs of angels. 
 
 Let the celestial courts his praise repeat; 
 Unto our God be glory in the highest, 
 Oh come, and let us worship at his feet. 
 
 HYMN 60. P. M. 
 
 The sinner wai-ned. 
 
 1 QTOP, poor sinner! stop and think 
 k^ Before you farther go! 
 
 Will you spore upon the brink 
 
 Of everlasting wo? 
 Once again, I charge you, stop! 
 
 For unless you warning take, 
 Ere you are aware, you drop 
 
 Into the burning lake! 
 
 2 Say, have you an arm like God, 
 
 That you his will oppose? 
 Fear you not that iron rod 
 
 With which he breaks his foes? 
 Can you stand in that dread day, 
 
 W^hen he judgment shall proclsum. 
 And the earth shall melt away 
 
 Like wax before the flame? 
 
 3 Gtiaslly death will quickly come 
 
 To drag you to his bar; 
 
43 INVITATIONS 
 
 Then to hear j'our awful doom. 
 
 Will fill you with despair: 
 All your sins will round you crowd, 
 
 Sins of a blood-crimson dye; 
 Each for vengeance crying loud; 
 
 And what can you reply! 
 
 4 Tho' your lieart be made of steel, 
 
 Yonr forehead lin'd with hrass, 
 God at length will make you feel, 
 
 He will not let you pass: 
 Sinners then in vain will call, 
 
 (Tlio' they now despise his grace,) 
 Rocks and mountains on us fall, 
 
 And hide us from his face. 
 
 5 But as yet there is a hope 
 
 You may his merry know; 
 Tho' his arm is 'if ted iip. 
 
 He still forbears fhe blow: 
 'Twas for sinners Jesus died. 
 
 Sinners he invites to come; 
 None wliO come shall be deny'd. 
 
 He says, "There still is room." 
 
 HYMX 61. L. M. Windham. 
 Address to Sinners. 
 
 1 QINNER, O why so tlion:;ht)e96 grown? 
 i^ Why in such feaiTiil haste to die? 
 Why speed thy flight to worlds unknown. 
 
 Regardless of thy destiny? 
 
 2 Wilt thou defy the wrath of God, 
 
 Led on by sin's delusive dreams? 
 Madly despise the Saviour's blood, 
 And force thy passage to the flames? 
 
 3 Sinner, O lift thy thoughts above. 
 
 And hear the Lord of life unfold 
 The glories of his dying love — 
 For ever telling, yet untold! 
 
 HYMiV 62. 8s. J^'orthfcld. 
 Riches of Christ. Eph. iii. 8. 
 OW shall I my Saviour set forth? 
 How shall I his beauties delarc? 
 
 >H 
 
CHRIST. ^^ 
 
 O how shall I speak of hts worth. 
 Or what his chief dignities are/ 
 
 2 His angels can never express, 
 
 Nor saints who sit nearest his throne, 
 How ricli are his treasures of grace; 
 O no! 'tis a myst'ry unlinown. 
 
 3 In him all the fulness of God, 
 
 For ever transcendantly shines; 
 The Father's anointed he stood, 
 To finish his glorious designs. 
 
 4 Tho' once he was nailed to the cross, 
 
 Vile rebels like me to set free, 
 His glory sustained no loss; 
 Eternal his kingdom shall be. 
 
 5 O sinner, believe and adore 
 
 The Saviour so rich to redeem! 
 No creature can ever explore 
 The treasures of goodness in bim. 
 
 6 He, riches has ever in store; 
 
 And treasures that never can waste; 
 Here's pardon— here's grace, yea, and more; 
 Here's glory eternal at last.— Maxwell. 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 HYMN 63. 7s. Grant. 
 Rejoicing in hope, 
 
 1 /CHILDREN of the heavenly king, 
 VJ As ye journey sweetly sing; 
 Bin<» your Saviour's worthy praise, 
 Glorious in his works and ways. 
 
 2 Ye are trav'ling home to God, 
 In the way the fathers trod; 
 They are happy now, and ye 
 Soon their happiness shall see. 
 
 3 O ye mourning souls be glad! 
 Christ our advocate is made; 
 Us to save, our flesh assumes. 
 Brother to our souls becomes. 
 
 4 Shout, ye little flock, and blest, 
 Soon you'll eatei iato rest, 
 
W CHRIST. 
 
 There your seat is now prepar'd. 
 There your kingdom and reward. 
 
 5 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
 Vn the borders of your land- 
 Jesus Christ our Father's Son, 
 Bids us undismay'd go on. 
 
 6 Lord, submissive make us go. 
 Gladly leaving all below; 
 Only thou our leader be, 
 And we still will follow thee. 
 
 HYMN 64. C. M. Devizes. 
 
 The Incarnation of Christ. Luke ii. 14. 
 
 ^ lVr°?'^^^^' awake, with angels join. ' 
 ITX And chant the solemn layf 
 Joy, love, and gratitude, combine 
 io hail th' auspicious day. 
 
 2 In heaven the rapturous song began. 
 
 And sweet seraphic tire 
 Through all the shining legions ran. 
 And strung, and tun'd the lyre. 
 
 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew. 
 
 And loud the echo roll'd; ' 
 
 The theme, the song, the joy was new. 
 
 rwas more than heaven could hold. 
 
 4 Down through the portals of the sky 
 
 Th' impetuous torrent ran; 
 And angels flew with eager joy 
 To bear the news to man. ' 
 
 5 Hark! the cherubic armies shout. 
 
 And glory leads tl'^ son"- 
 Good-will and peace, are heard throughout 
 in harnjonious heavenly throng. 
 
 6 [O for a glance of heavenly love, 
 
 Our hearts and songs to raise, 
 
 Sweetly to bear our souls above, 
 
 And mingle with their lays!] 
 
 7 With joy the chorus we'll repeat. 
 
 "Glory to God on high! 
 Goodwill and peace are now complete- 
 Jesus was born to die." ^ ' 
 
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 CHRIST, ^*' 
 
 8 Hail, Prince of Life! for ever hail. 
 
 Redeemer, brother, f"end! . 
 
 Tho' earth, and time, and life, should fail, 
 Thy praise shall never end.— Medley. 
 HYMN 65. C. M. Spencer. 
 The Incarnation. John. i. 14. 
 
 1 \ WAKE, awake the sacred song 
 J\. To our incarnate Lord; 
 
 Let every heart, and every tongue, 
 Adore tli' eternal word. 
 
 2 That awful word, that sovereign power, 
 
 By whom the worlds were made, 
 (O happy morn, illustrious hour!) 
 Was once in flesh array'd! 
 
 3 Then shone almishty power and love 
 
 In all their glorious forms. 
 When Jesus left his throne above 
 To dwell with sinful worms. 
 
 4 To dwell with misery below. 
 
 The Saviour left the skies; 
 And sunk to wretchedness and woe. 
 That worthless man might rise, 
 
 5 Adoring angels tun'd their songs. 
 
 To hail the joyful day; 
 With rapture then, let mortal tongues 
 Their grateful worship pay. 
 
 6 What glory, Lord, to thee is due! 
 
 With wonder we adore; 
 But could we sing as angels do. 
 Our highest praise were poor.— Steele. 
 
 HYMN 66. C. M. Albany. 
 The Redeemer's Message. Luke iv. 18, 19. 
 J TjARK! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, 
 Jrl The Saviour promis'd long! 
 Let every heart prepare a throne, 
 And every voice a song. 
 2 On him, the Spirit largely pour'd. 
 Exerts his sacred fire; 
 Wisdom and might, and zeal and love. 
 His boly breast inspire. 
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46 CHRIST. 
 
 3 He comes, the prisoners to release^ 
 
 In Satan's bondage lield: 
 The gates of brass" before hmi bunt, 
 The iron fetters yield. 
 
 4 He comes, from tliickoaJ films of vice, 
 
 To clear the mental ray; 
 And, on <fee eyes oppress'd with night; 
 To pour celestial day. 
 
 5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 
 
 The bleeding soul to cure; 
 And, with the treasures of his grace, 
 T' enrich the humble poor. 
 
 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 
 
 Thy welcome shall proclaim; 
 And heaven's eternal arches ring. 
 With tliy beloved name. 
 
 HYMiV 67. L. M. Ux-hridge. 
 
 The Humiliation, Exaltation, end Triumphs oj 
 
 Ch7-ist. Phil. ii. e, 9. Col. ii. 15. 
 
 1 rpHE mighty frame of glorious grace, 
 J. That briglitcst monument of praise. 
 That e'er the Ood of love design'd. 
 Employs and fills my laboring mind. 
 
 2 Begin, my soul, the heavenly song, 
 A burden for an angel's tongue: 
 
 When Gabriel sounds these awful things, 
 He tunes and summons all his strings. 
 
 3 Proclaim inimitable love! — 
 Jesus, the Lord of worlds above. 
 Puts off the beams of bright array. 
 And veils the God in mortal clay. 
 
 4 He, that distributes crowns and thrones. 
 Hangs on a tree, and bleeds, and eroans; 
 The Prince of Life resigns his breath. 
 The King of Glory bows to death. 
 
 5 But see the wonders of his power!— 
 He triumphs in liis dying hour; 
 And, while by Batan's rage he felJ, 
 He dash'd the rising hopes of hell. 
 
 6 Thus were the hosts of death subdu'd. 
 And sin waa drown'd in Jesua' blood: 
 
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 Then he arose, and rei?ns above, 
 And conquers sinners by his love.— 'ra"*« 
 
 HYMN 68. C. BI. Stow. 
 
 1 "p EJOICE! the Lord is King; 
 JLV Your God and Kin? adore; 
 Mortals, eive thanl\s and sing, 
 
 And triumpli evermore: 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
 Kejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 
 
 2 Rejoice! the Saviour reisns — 
 
 The God of truth and love; 
 When he had purg'd our stains, 
 
 He took his scat above: 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice. 
 Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 
 
 3 His kingdom cannot fail. 
 
 He rules o'er earth and heav'n; 
 The keys of death and hell, 
 
 Are to our Jesus civ'n; 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
 Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 
 
 4 He all his fr»cs s>^il' ouell, 
 
 Shall all our sins destroy, 
 And ev'ry bosom swell 
 
 With pure seraphic joy; 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, 
 Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 
 
 5 Rejoice in glorious hope! 
 
 Jesus, the Jud?e, shall come, 
 And take his servants up 
 
 To their eternal home: 
 We soon shall hear the archangel's voice, — 
 The trump of God shall sound, rejoice. 
 
 HYMN 69. L. M. Farnsitorth. 
 The Intercession of Christ. Heb. viii. 25. 
 1 TTE lives! the great Redeemer lives! 
 XI (What joy the blest assurance gives!) 
 And now, before his Father, God, 
 Pleadi the full merit of his blood. 
 
48 CHRIST. 
 
 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, 
 
 And justice armed with frowns appears; 
 But in the Saviour's lovely face, 
 Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 
 
 3 Hence, thon, jo i>i<^oU j^=,^i»;,:..g •.u.^gutui 
 Above our fears, above our faults, 
 
 His powerful intercessions rise, 
 And guilt recedes and terror dies. 
 
 4 In every dark distressful hour. 
 When sin and Satan join their power, 
 Let this dear hope repel the dart. 
 That Jesus bears us on his heart. 
 
 5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend- 
 On him our humble hopes depend: 
 Our cause can never, never fail. 
 
 For Jesus pleads, and must prevail.— SieeZe. 
 
 HYMN 70. C. M. Dedham. 
 Christ's Intercession prevalent. John xvii. 24. 
 
 1 A WAKE, sweet gratitude! and sing 
 J\. Th' ascendGd Saviour's love: 
 Sing how he lives to carry on 
 
 His people's cause above. 
 
 2 With cries and tears, he offer'd up 
 
 His humble suit below; 
 But with authority he asks, 
 Enthron'd in glory now. 
 
 3 For all that comes to God by him, 
 
 Salvation he demands; 
 Points to their names upon his breast. 
 And spreads his wounded hands. 
 
 4 His sweet atoning sacrifice 
 
 Gives sanction to his claim: 
 '•Father, I will that all my saints 
 Be with me where I am: 
 
 5 "By their salvation, recompense 
 
 The sorrows I endur'd; 
 Just to the merits of thy Son, 
 And faithful to thy word." 
 
 6 Eternal life, at his request 
 
 To ev'ry saint is giv'n: 
 
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 Safety below, and after death, 
 The plenitude of heav'n. — Toplady. 
 
 HYMN. 71. C. M. Litchfield. 
 Christ's Intercession typified by .Maroii's Breast- 
 plate. Ex. xxviii. 29. 
 
 1 "jVTOW let our cheerful eyes survey 
 J. 1 Our great High-Priest above, 
 And celebrate his constant care, 
 
 And sympathetic love. 
 
 2 Though rais'd to a superior throne, 
 
 Where angels bow around, 
 And high o'er all the shining train, 
 With matchless honors crown'd; 
 
 3 The names of all his saints, he bears 
 
 Deep graven on his heart; 
 Nor shall the meanest Christian say, 
 Thai he hath lost his part. 
 
 4 Those characters shall fair abide 
 
 Our everlasting trust, 
 When gems, and monuments, and crowns, 
 Are moulder'd down to dust. 
 
 5 So, gracious Saviour! on my breast, 
 
 May thy dear name be worn, — 
 A sacred ornament and guard. 
 To endless ages borne! — Doddridge. 
 
 HYMN 72. L. M. Talbot. 
 Friend. 
 
 1 "OOOIl, weak, and worthless, though I am, 
 X I have a rich almighty friend; 
 
 Jepus, the Saviour, is his name: 
 He freely loves, and without end. 
 
 2 He ransom'd me from hell with blood; 
 
 And, by his power, my foes controll'd; 
 He found me wandering far from God, 
 And brought me to his chosen fold. 
 
 3 He cheers my heart, my want supplies, 
 
 And says that I shall shortly be 
 Enthron'd with him above the skies: 
 Oh! what a friend is Christ to me! 
 2N 
 
50 CHRIST. 
 
 PAUSE. 
 
 Is this thy kindness to thy friend? 2. Sam. xvl. 17. 
 
 4 But ah! my inmost spirit mourns; 
 
 And well my eyes with tears may swira. 
 To think of my perverse returns: — 
 I've been a faithless friend to hira. 
 
 5 Often my gracious friend I grieve, 
 
 Neglect, distrust, and disobey; 
 And often Satan's lies believe 
 Sooner than all my friend can say. 
 C [He bids me always freely come. 
 And promises whate'er I ask: 
 But I am straighten'd, cold, and dumb, 
 
 And count my privilege a task. 
 Before the world, that hates his cause. 
 
 My treach'rous heart has throbb'd with shame; 
 Loth to forego the world's applause, l 
 
 I hardly dare avow his name.] 
 8 Sure, were not I most vile and base, 
 I could not thus my friend requite! 
 And were not he the God of grace, 
 He'd frown and spurn me from his sijht. 
 
 JVewton. 
 HYMN 73. C. M. Coronation. 
 The Spiritual Coronation. 
 
 1 A LL hail the pow'r of Jesus' name! 
 XjL Let angels prostrate fall; 
 Bring forth the royal diadem, 
 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, 
 
 Who from his altar call; 
 Extol the stem of Jesse's rod. 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race. 
 
 Ye ransom'd from the fall. 
 Hail him, who saves you by his grace. 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 4 Hail him, ye heirs of David's line, 
 
 Whom David, Lord, did call; 
 
 The God incarnate! Man Divine! 
 
 And crown hiia Lord of all. 
 
CHRIST. 51 
 
 5 Sinners whose love can ne'er forget, 
 
 The wormwood and the gall; 
 Go, spread j'our trophies at his feet. 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 6 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe, 
 
 On tliis terrestrial ball, 
 To him all majesty ascribe, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 7 " O, that with yonder sacred throng. 
 
 We at his feet may fall; 
 We'll join the everlasting sonfr, 
 And crown him Lord of all,"— Dan can. 
 
 HYMN 74. L. M. Hebron. 
 Life of the Soul. John. xiv. 19. 
 
 1 TTTHEN sins and fears prevailing rise, 
 
 VV And fainting hope almost expires, 
 Jesus, to thee I lift mine eyts — 
 To thee I breathe my soul's desires. 
 
 2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord? 
 
 And can my hope — my comfort die, 
 Fix'd on thy everlasting word; 
 That word whicli built the earth and sky? 
 
 3 If my immortal Saviour lives. 
 
 Then my immortal life is sure; 
 His word a firm foundation gives; 
 Here let me build, and rest secure. 
 
 4 Here let my faith unshaken dwell; 
 
 Immoveable the promise stands; 
 Not all the powers of earth, or hell, 
 Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands. 
 
 5 Here, O my soul, thy trust repose! 
 
 If Jesus is for ever mine. 
 Not death itself, that last of foes, 
 Shall break a union so divine. — Steele. 
 
 HYMN 75. 8, 7. Greenville. 
 Light. Isaiah Ix. 2. 
 1 T IGHT of those, whose dreary dwelling, 
 J-i Borders on the shades of death. 
 Come! and thy dear self revealing, 
 Dissipato the douds beneath: 
 
52 CHRIST. ^ 
 
 The new heav'n's and earth's Creator, 
 In our deepest darkness rise! 
 
 Scatt'ring all the night of nature! 
 Pouring day upon our eyes! 
 
 2 Still we wait for thine appearing, 
 
 Life and joy thy beams impart. 
 Chasing all our fears, and cheering 
 
 Every poor benighted heart: 
 Come, and manifest tlie favor 
 
 Thou hast for the ransom'd race; 
 Come, thou dear exalted Saviour! 
 
 Come, and bring thy gospel grace. 
 
 3 Save us in thy great compassion, 
 
 O thou mild pacitic Prince! 
 Give the knowledge of salvation, 
 
 Give the pardon of our sins; 
 By thine all-sufficient merit, 
 
 Every burden'd soul release; 
 By the mfluence of thy Spirit, 
 
 Guide us into perfect peace. 
 
 HYMN 76. C. M. Topsham. 
 Our Righteousness. Jeremiah xxiii. 6. 
 
 1 QAVIOUR divine! we know thy name, 
 O And in that name we trust; 
 
 Thou art the Lord our Righteousness, 
 Thou art thine Israel's boast. 
 
 2 Guilty we plead before thy throne. 
 
 And low in dust we lie. 
 Till Jesus stretch his gracious arm 
 To bring the guilty nigh. 
 
 3 The sins of one most righteous day 
 
 Might plunge us in despair; 
 Yet all the crimes of num'rous years 
 Shall our great Surety clear. 
 
 4 That spotless robe, which he Lath wrought. 
 
 Shall deck us all around; 
 Nor by the piercing eye of God, 
 One blemish shall be found. 
 
 5 Pardon, and peace, and lively hope, 
 
 To sinners now are giv'n; 
 
CHRIST. 53 
 
 Israel and Judah, soon shall change 
 
 Their wilderness for heav'n. 
 6 With joy we taste that manna now, 
 
 Thy mercy scatters down; 
 We seal our humble vows to thee, 
 
 And wait the promis'd crown.— Doddridge. 
 
 HYMN 77. L. M. Brentford. 
 Saviour— the only One. Acts iv. 12. 
 
 1 TESUS, the spring of joys divine, 
 
 tJ Whence all our liopes and comforts flow; 
 . Jesus, no other name but thine 
 Can save us from eternal woe. 
 
 2 In vain would boasting reason find 
 
 The way to happiness and God; 
 Her weak directions leave the mind 
 
 Bewilder'd in a dubious road. 
 2 Nor other name will heav'n approve: 
 
 Thou art the true, the living way, 
 Ordain'd by everlasting love, 
 
 To the bright realms of endless day. 
 
 4 Here let our constant feet abide, 
 
 Nor from the heavenly path depart; 
 
 let thy Spirit, gracious Guide! 
 Direct our steps, and cheer our heart. 
 
 5 Safe lead us through this world of night. 
 
 And bring us to the blissful plains, — 
 The regions of unclouded light, 
 Wheie perfect joy for ever reigns.— S<ee?ff. 
 
 HYMN 78. S. M. Inverness. 
 Christ, my Shepherd. 
 
 1 TT7HILE my Redeemer's near, 
 
 VV My Shepherd and my Guide; 
 I bid farewell to anxious fear, 
 My wants are all supply'd. 
 
 2 To ever-fragrant meads. 
 
 Where rich abundance grows, 
 
 His gracious hand indulgent leads. 
 
 And guards my sweet repose. 
 
 3 Along the loveiy scene 
 
 Cool waters gently roll, 
 
54 CHRIST. 
 
 Transparent, sweet, and all serene, 
 To cheer my fainting soul. 
 
 4 Here let my Spirit rest; 
 
 How sweet a lot is mine! 
 With pleasure, food, and safety, blest; 
 Beneficence divine! 
 
 5 Dear Shepherd, if I stray. 
 
 My wandering feet restore; 
 To thy fair pastures guide my way, 
 And let me rove no more. 
 
 6 Unworthy as I am 
 
 Of thy protecting care, 
 Jesus, I plead thy gracious name. 
 For all my hopes are there. — Steele. 
 
 HYMN 79. L. M. Uxlridge. 
 Way to Canaan. 
 
 1 TESUS, my all, to lieav'n is gone; 
 tl He, whom I fix my hopes upon! 
 His track I see, and I'll pursue 
 
 The narrow way, till him I view 
 
 2 The way the holy prophets went. 
 The road that leads from banishment; 
 The king's hish-way of holiness, 
 
 I'll go: for all his paths are peace.' 
 
 3 This is the way I long have sought. 
 And mourn'd because I found it not; 
 My grief, and burden, long has been 
 Because I could not cease from sin. 
 
 4 The more I strove auainst its pow'r, 
 I sinn'd and stumbled iait the more, 
 Till late I heard my Saviour say, 
 "Come hither, soul, I am the way." 
 
 5 Lo! glad I come! and thou, blest Lamb, 
 Shalt take me to thee as I am: 
 
 My sinful self to thee I give! 
 Nothing but lo%'e shall I receive. 
 
 6 Then will I tell to sinners round. 
 What a dear Saviour I have found; 
 I'll point to thy redeeming blood. 
 
 And say— 'Behold the way to GoiV—Oennick. 
 
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 HYMN 8a C. P. M. Somermlle. 
 TVai/y Truth, and Life. John. xiv. 6. 
 
 1 rpHERE is no path to heav'niy bliss, 
 J. Or solid joy, or lasting peace, 
 
 But Christ, th' appointed road: 
 Oh, may we tread the sacred Way! 
 By faitli rejoice, and praise, and pray, 
 
 Till we sit down with God! 
 
 2 The types and shadows of the word 
 Unite in Christ, the man, the Lord, 
 
 The Saviour just and true: 
 Oh, may we all his word believel 
 And all his promises receive. 
 
 And all his precepts do. 
 
 3 As he above for ever lives, 
 And Life to dying sinners gives, 
 
 Eternal and divine: 
 Oh, may his Spirit in me dwell! 
 Then— sav'd from sin, and death, and hell— 
 
 Eternal life is mine. 
 
 HYMN 81. C. M. Marlow. 
 All in AIL 
 
 1 pOMPAR'D with Christ, in all beside 
 v> No conieliness I see; 
 
 The one thing needful, dearest Lord, 
 Is to be one with thee, 
 
 2 The sense of thy expiring love 
 
 Into my soul convey: 
 Thyself bestow! for thee alone, 
 My ALL IN ALL I pray. 
 
 3 Less than thyself will not suffice 
 
 My comfort to restore: 
 More than thyself I cannot crave; 
 And thou canst give no more. 
 
 4 Lov'd of my God, for him a?ain, 
 
 With love intense III burn: 
 Chosen of thee, e'er time began, 
 I'd choose thee in return. 
 
 5 Whate'er consists not with Ihv love, 
 
 teach me to peeijn: 
 
36 CHRIST. 
 
 rm rtch to afl th' Intents of bftav 
 If thou, O God, an mine. 
 
 HYMN 62. S. M. Stoningt^it, 
 The PilgrinCa Song^ 
 1 ■pROM Eirypt lately freed 
 Jl By the Redeemer's gracel 
 A rough and thorny path we tread> 
 In hopes to see hJ3 face. 
 
 3 The flesli dislikes the way, 
 
 l?ut fiiilh approves it well; 
 This only leads to endless day; 
 
 All others lead to hell, 
 B The proniis'd land of peace, 
 
 Faith keeps in constant view; 
 How difl'rcnt from the wilderness. 
 
 We now are passing tlnought 
 
 4 Here often from our eyes 
 
 Clouds hide the li?ht divine; 
 There we shall have unclouded Bkie% 
 Our sun shall always shine. 
 
 5 Here griefs, and cares, and pains. 
 
 And fears, distress ns sore: 
 But there eternal pleasure rei^s» 
 
 And we shall weep no more. 
 Lord, ))ardon our comp'aints, 
 
 We follow at thy call: 
 The joy prepar'd for snffring eainta^ 
 
 Will make amends for all. 
 
 HYMN. 83. C. M. Ashfield, 
 It ia Finished. 
 
 1 ^T^IS finish'd! so the Saviour cried, 
 
 jL And meekly how'd his head and diedj 
 Tis finish'd — yes, the race is ruti, 
 The battle fought, the victory won. 
 
 2 'Tis finish'd— all that heaven decreed. 
 And all tl-e ancient propiiets paid 
 
 Is now fulrill'd, as was desi^'n'd. 
 In me, the Saviour or mankind. 
 
 3 'Tis finish'd — this my dying groan 
 Slmll vini of everf kind atonv 
 
cnRisT. 87 
 
 Millions ghall be redeem'd from death. 
 By this my last expiring breatli. 
 
 4 'Tis finish'd— heaven is reconcil'd, 
 And all the powers of darkness spoil'd; 
 Peace, love, and happiness asain, 
 Return, and dwell with sinful men. 
 
 5 So great, so vast a sacrifice. 
 May well my hope revive; 
 
 If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies. 
 The sinner sure may live. — Stennett. 
 HYMN 84. 11. 8. Part I, Oakham. 
 ' Description of Christ. 
 
 1 /^ THOU, in whose presence 
 \J My soul takes delight. 
 
 On whom in affliction I call, 
 
 My comfort by day. 
 
 And my song in the night. 
 My hope, my salvation, my all. 
 
 2 Where dost thou at noon-tide 
 Resort with thy slicep, 
 
 To feed on tiie pastures of level 
 
 For why in the valley 
 
 Of death should I weep, 
 Or alone hi the wilderness rove? 
 
 3 O why should I wander 
 An alien from thee. 
 
 And cry in the desert for bread: 
 
 Thy foes will rejoice. 
 
 When my sorrows they see, 
 And smile at the tears I have shed. 
 
 4 Ye daughters of Zion, 
 Declare, have you seen 
 
 The star tliat on Israel shone? 
 
 Say, if in your tents 
 
 My Beloved has been. 
 And where with his flocks he is gone? 
 
 5 This is my Beloved, 
 His form is divine. 
 
 His vestments shed odors around; 
 
 The locks on his head 
 
 Are as grapes on the vine, 
 When autumn with plenty is crown'd. 
 
58 CHRIST. J 
 
 6 The roses of Sharon, ^ 
 
 The lilies that grow, 
 In the vales, on the banka of the streanWf 
 
 On his cheek, in the beauty 
 
 Of excellence blow — 
 And his eyes are as quivers of beams. 
 
 HYMN 65. 11. 8. Part II. Oakham. 
 Description of Christ. 
 
 1 TTIS voice, as the sound 
 jn Of the dulcimer sweet, 
 
 Is heard through the shadow of death. 
 
 The cedars of Lebanon 
 
 Bow at his feet, 
 The air is perfum'd with his breath. 
 
 2 His lips as a fountain 
 Of righteousness flow. 
 
 That waters the garden of grace, 
 
 From which their salvation 
 
 The Gentiles shall know, 
 And bask in the smiles of his face. 
 
 3 Love sits in his eye-lids, 
 And scatters delight 
 
 Thro' all the bright mansions on high: 
 
 Their faces the cherubinis 
 
 Veil in his sisht. 
 And tremble with fulness of joy. 
 
 4 He looks, and ten thousand 
 Of angels rejoice, 
 
 And myriads wait for his word; 
 
 He speaks, and eternity 
 
 Fill'd with his voice, 
 Re-echoes the praise of the Lord. 
 
 5 His vestment of righteousness. 
 Who shall describe? 
 
 Its purity, words would defile; 
 
 The heav'ns from his presence 
 *" Fresh beauties imbibe. 
 And earth is made rich by his sniUe. 
 
 6 Such is my beloved. 
 In excellence bright, 
 
 When pleas'd lie looks down from abore, 
 
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CHRIST. 59 
 
 Like the morn when he breathea 
 From the chambers of liglit, 
 And comforts his people with lovo. 
 
 HYMN 86. C. M. Part in. Oakham. 
 Description of Christ. 
 
 1 T>UT when arm'd with vengeance, 
 J3 In terror he comes, 
 
 The nations rebellious to tame, 
 
 The reigns of omnipotent 
 
 Power he assumes, 
 And rides in a chariot of flame. 
 
 2 A two-edged sword 
 
 From his mouth issues forth. 
 Bright quivers of fire are his eyes, 
 
 He speaks, and black tempests 
 
 Are seen in the north. 
 And storms from their caverns arise. 
 
 3 Ten tlion?and destructions, 
 That wait for his word. 
 
 And ride on the wings of his breath, 
 
 Fly swift as the wind 
 
 At the nod of their Lord, 
 And deal out the arrows of death. 
 
 4 His cloud-bursting thunders 
 Their voices resound. 
 
 Through all the vast regions en high; 
 
 'Till from the deep centre 
 
 Loud echoes shall rebound, 
 And meet the quick flame in the sky; 
 
 5 The portals of hcav'n 
 At his bidding obey. 
 
 And expand ere his "banner appears; 
 Earth trembles beneath, 
 'Till her mountains give way, 
 
 And hell shakes her fetters with fear. 
 
 6 When he walks on the clouds, 
 As the dust of his feet. 
 
 And grasps tlie big storm in his hand, 
 
 What eye, tlie fierce glance 
 
 Of his anger shall meet. 
 Or who In his presence shall stan'' ' 
 
60 CHRIST. 
 
 HYMN 87. 83. J^orthampton, 
 Longing for Christ, 
 
 1 TTOW tedious and tasteless the houra, 
 Xl When Jesus no longer I see; 
 
 Sweet prospects, sweet l>irds, and sweet flow^ersij 
 Have lost all their sweetness to ine; 
 
 Tlie midsummer sun shines hut dmi, 
 The fields strive in vain to look gay; 
 
 But wlien I am happy in him, 
 December's as pleasant as May. 
 
 2 His name yields the richest perfume, 
 
 And sweeter than nmsic liis voice; 
 His presence disperses my gloom, 
 
 And makes all within me rejoice: 
 I should were he always thus nigh. 
 
 Have notliing to wish or to fear; 
 No mortal so happy as I, 
 
 My summer would last all the year. 
 
 3 Content with heho'dinj^ his face. 
 
 My all to his pleasure resign'd; 
 No chances of Si^ason or place 
 
 Would make any chaniL'e in my mind: 
 While biess'd with a sense of his love, 
 
 A palace, a toy would appear; 
 And prisons would palaces prove, 
 
 If Josus would dwell with me there. 
 
 4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine. 
 
 If thou art my sun and my song, 
 Say, why do I languish and pine? 
 And vvhy are my wMulers so long? 
 
 drive these dark clouds from my sky. 
 Thy soul cheering presence restore: 
 
 Or take me to th.ee up on lii^h. 
 Where winter and clouds are no more. 
 
 HYMN 63. C. M. Dedham. 
 Lord, remember mc, 
 
 1 TESUSI thou art the sinner's Friend, 
 •J As such I look to thee; 
 
 Now in the howels of thy love, 
 Ob, Lord! remember me. 
 
cHRrST. 61 
 
 3 Eemember thy pure word of grace, 
 Remember Calvary; 
 Kememlier all tliy dying groans. 
 And then remember me. 
 
 3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God! 
 
 I j-ioia nivself to tiiee; 
 Whiie tliou an suiin- ^i thy throne. 
 Oh, Lord! remember me. 
 
 4 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile, 
 
 Yet thy salvation's free; 
 Then, in thy all-abounriin? grace, 
 Oh, Lord! remember me. 
 
 5 Howe'er fors-aken o.- distress'd, 
 
 Howe'er oppress'd I be, 
 Howe'er afflicted here on earth, 
 Do thou remember me. 
 
 6 And when I close my eyes in death, 
 
 And creature helps all flee. 
 Then, oh, my great Redeemer, God, 
 I pray, remember me. 
 
 HYMN 89. lis, 4s, S^ 7s. WeUon. 
 
 If lifes pleasures charm thee. 
 
 1 TF life's pleasures charm thee, give them not thy 
 A heart. 
 
 Lest the cift ensnare thee, from thy God to part; 
 His favor seek, his praises speak, 
 
 Fix here thy hope's foundation; 
 Serve him, and he will ever be 
 
 The Rock of thy salvation. 
 
 2 If distress befall thee, painful ihonjih it he. 
 Let not ffrief appal thee; to thy Saviour flee: 
 
 He ever near, thy prayer will hear. 
 
 And calm thy purturbalion: 
 The waves of wo, shall ne'er o'erflow 
 
 The Rock of thy salvation. 
 
 3 When eartli's prospects fail thee, let it not distress, 
 Better comforts wait tliee; Christ will freely bless; 
 
 To Jesus fee; thy prop he'll be. 
 
 Thy heavenly consolation: 
 For griefs below, cannot o'erthro# 
 
 The Rock of thy salvation 
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63 CHRIST. 
 
 4 Dangers may approach thee— let them not alarm; 
 Christ will ever watch thee, and protect from 
 harm; 
 He near thee stands, with mighty hands. 
 
 To ward off each temptation; 
 To Jesus fly, he's ever nigh, 
 The Rock of thy ^.ii^/^tjo... 
 3 Let not death alarm thee, shrink not from his 
 blow, 
 For thy God shall arm thee, and victory bestow; 
 For death shall bring to thee no sling, 
 
 The grave, no desolation: 
 'Tis gain to die, with Jesug nigh, 
 The Rock of thy salvation. 
 
 HYMN 90. L. M. Ward. 
 The Leadings of the Spirit. Rom. viii. 14. 
 
 1 /^OME, gracious Spirit, heavenly dove, 
 Kj With light and comfort from above; 
 Be thou our guardian, thou our guide! 
 O'er every thought and step preside, 
 
 2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far 
 From every sin and hurtful snare; 
 Lead to thy word that rii'es must give. 
 And teach us lessons how to live. 
 
 3 The light of truth to us display. 
 
 And make us know and choose the way; 
 
 Plant holy fear in every heart, 
 
 That we from God may ne'er depart. 
 
 4 Lead us to holiness, — the road 
 
 That we must take to dwell with God; 
 Lead us to Christ, — the living way; 
 Kor let U3 from his pastures stray. 
 
 5 Lead us to God, our final rest, 
 In his enjoyment to he blest; 
 
 Lead us to heaven, the seat of bliss, 
 Where pleasure in perfection is. 
 
 HYMN 91. L. M. Augusta. 
 The Spirit's Influences compared to living Water. 
 1 TJLESS'D Jesus, source of grace divine, 
 JD What Botil-refreshing streams are tkinol 
 
FAITH. 63 
 
 Oh, bring these healing waters nigh, 
 Or we must droop, and fail, and die. 
 
 2 No traveler throuiih desert lands, 
 
 'Midst scorching suns, and burning sands. 
 More needs the current to obtain, 
 Or to enjoy refreshing rain. 
 
 3 Our longing souls aloud would sing. 
 Spring up, celestial Fountain, springl 
 To a redundant river flow, 
 
 And cheer this thirsty land below. 
 
 4 May this blest torrent near my side, 
 Through all the desert gently glide; 
 Then in Inimanuel's land above, 
 
 Spread to a sea of joy and love! — Doddridge, 
 
 HYMN 92. S. M. Olmutz. 
 Prayer to God, the Spirit. John xiv. 26. 
 
 1 i^OME, holy Spirit, come, 
 Kj Let thy bright beams arise: 
 Dispel the sorrow from our minds — 
 
 The darkness from our eyes. 
 
 2 Convince us of our sin; 
 
 Then lead to Jesus' blood; 
 And to our wond'ring view reveal 
 The secret love of God. 
 
 3 Revive our droopins faith; 
 
 Our doubts and fears remove. 
 And kindle in our breasts the flame 
 Of never-dying love. 
 
 4 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart — 
 
 To sanctify the soul — 
 To pour fresh life in ev'ry part. 
 And new-create the whole. — Hart. 
 
 FAITH. 
 
 HYMN 33. S. M. Dov^. 
 Faithi 
 1 'C'AITH!— 'tis a precious grace, 
 A. Where'er it is bestowed! % 
 
 It boasts of a celestial birth, -; 
 
 And is the gift of Godi 
 
64 FAITH. 
 
 2 Jesus tt owns a kin^, — 
 
 An all-atoning Priest: 
 It claims no merit of its own, 
 But looks for all in Clirist. 
 
 3 To him it leads tlie soul, 
 
 When fill'd with deep distrf«s; 
 
 Flies to tile fountain of his hlnod, 
 
 And trusts his rigliteousness. 
 
 4 Since, 'tis thy work alone, 
 
 And tiiat divinely free; 
 Lord, semi the Spirit of thy Son 
 To work this faitli in me! — Beddome, 
 
 HYMN 94. L, M. Uxbridge. 
 Covfidence in the Saviour. 
 
 1 "TTTHTLE I to grief my soul gave way, 
 
 VV To see the work of God decline, 
 
 Methousht I heard the Saviour say — 
 
 "Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. 
 
 2 "Though for a time I iiide my face, 
 
 Rely upon my love and pow'r: 
 
 Still wrestle at the throne of grace, 
 
 And wait for a reviving hour. 
 
 3 "Take down thy long neglected harp, 
 
 I've seen thy tears and heard thy pray'r. 
 The whiter season has iieen siiarp, 
 But spring shall all its wastes repair." 
 
 4 Lord, I ohey, — my liopes revive; 
 
 Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing; 
 Our foes in vain against us strive. 
 For God will help, and triumph bring. 
 
 HYMN 95. Es. JVorthampton, 
 Faith Triumphing: 
 1 A DEBTOR to mercy alone,— 
 J\. Of covenant mercy I sing, 
 Nor fear with thy riahteoiisness on, 
 My person and offerings to bring: 
 The terrors of law and of God 
 
 With me can have nothing to do, 
 My Saviour's obedience and blood, 
 Hide all lay Uunsgrcssions from view. 
 
FAITH. ( 
 
 Q The work which his goodness began, "" ' 
 The arm of his strength will complete; 
 His promise is Yea and Amen, 
 And never was forfeited yet: 
 Things future, nor things that are now,— 
 
 Not all things below nor above. 
 
 Can make him his purpose forego, 
 
 Or sever my soul from his love. 
 
 3 My name, from the palms of his hands, 
 
 Eternit}' will not erase; 
 
 Impress'd on his heart, it remains 
 
 In marks of indellihle grace. 
 Yes! I to" the end shall endure. 
 
 As sure as the earnest is given; 
 More happy, but not more secure, 
 The glorify'd spirits in heaven. 
 HYMxV 96. S. M. Olmutz. 
 Weak Believers Evcouraged. 
 
 1 "VT'OUR harps, ye trembling saints, 
 
 JL own from the willows take; 
 Lou., to the praise of Christ our Lord, 
 Bid everj' string awake. 
 
 2 Though in a foreign land, 
 
 V'^'fre not far from home; 
 A;iu nearer to our house above 
 We every moment come. 
 
 3 His grace, shall to the end, 
 
 Stronger and brighter shine; 
 Nor prespnt things, nor things to come. 
 Shall quench the spark divine. 
 
 4 The time of love will come. 
 
 When we sliall clearly see 
 Not only that he shed his blood. 
 But each shall say, "for me." 
 
 5 Tarry his leisure, then; 
 
 Wait, the appointed hour; 
 Wait, till the bridegroom of your BOUls, 
 
 Reveal his love with power. 
 € Blest is the man, O God! 
 
 That stays himself on thee! 
 Who waits for thy salvation. Lord' 
 
 Shall thy salvation see. 
 
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 HYMN 07. L. M. Duke Street. 
 Faith connected with Salvation. Rom. 1. 16 
 I lyrOT by the laws of innocence 
 J. 1 Can Adam's sons arrive at heav'n; 
 New works can give us no pretence 
 To have our ancient sins forgiv'n. 
 S Not the best deeds tliat we liave done, 
 Can make a wounded conscience whole: 
 Faith is the grace,— and faith alone. 
 That flies to Christ, and saves the soul: 
 
 3 Lord, I believe thy lieav'nly word! 
 
 Fain would I have my soul renew'd: 
 I mourn for sin, and trust the Lord, 
 To have it pardon'd and subdu'd. 
 
 4 O may thy grace its pow'r display! 
 
 Let guilt and death no longer reign; 
 Save me in thine appointed way, 
 Nor Jet my humble faith be xainl—Watts. 
 
 HYMN 93. C. M. Putney. 
 Holy Fortitude. 1 Cor. xvi, 13. 
 
 1 A M I a soldier of the cross, 
 J\ A follower of the Lamb? 
 And shall I fear to own his caUit, 
 
 Or blush to speak his name? 
 
 2 Must I be carried to the skies, 
 
 On flowery beds of ease; 
 While others fought to win the prize, 
 And sail'd throvigh bloody seas? 
 
 3 Are there no foes for me to face; 
 
 Must I not stem the flood? 
 Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
 To help me on to God? 
 
 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign; 
 
 Increase my courage. Lord! 
 I'll bear the toil, enJure the pain, 
 Supported by thy word. 
 
 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 
 
 Shall conquer though they die; 
 
 They see the triumph from afar, 
 
 And seize it with their eye. 
 
FAITH. 67 
 
 8 When that illustrious day shall rfee, 
 And all thy armies shine, 
 In robes of victory through the skies, 
 The glory shall be thine.— Watts. 
 
 HITMN 99. S. M. Souihfield. 
 Rejoicing in the Ways of Qod. Ps. cssxviii. 5. 
 
 1 "jVTOW let our voices join 
 xS To form a sacred song; 
 
 Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways, 
 With music pass along. 
 
 2 How straight the path appears, 
 
 How open and how fair! 
 No lurking gins t' entrap our feet; 
 No fierce destroyer there. 
 
 3 But flowers of paradise 
 
 In rich profusion spring; 
 The Sun of glory gilds tlie path, 
 And dear companions sing. 
 
 4 See Salem's golden spires 
 
 In beauteous prospect rise; 
 And brighter crowns than mortals wear, 
 Which sparkle through the skies 
 
 5 All honor to his name, 
 
 Who marks the sliining way! 
 To him who leads the wanderers on. 
 To realms of endless day! 
 
 HYMN lOO. C. M. Spencer. 
 Knowledge at present Imperfect. 1. Cor. xviii. 9. 
 
 1 rpHY way, O God! is in the sea, 
 X Thy paths I cannot trace: 
 Nor comprehend the mystery 
 
 Of thy unbounded grace. 
 
 2 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense 
 
 My captive soul surround, 
 
 Mysterious deeps of Providence, 
 
 My wondering thoughts confound. 
 
 8 When I behold thy awful hand 
 
 My earthly hopes destroy; — 
 
 In deep astonishment I stand, 
 
 And ask the reason, why? 
 
© FAITH. 
 
 4 As through a glass, I dimly see 
 
 The wonders of thy love; 
 How litule do I know of thee. 
 Or of the joyg above! 
 
 5 Tis hut in part I know thy will; 
 
 I hiess thee for the sight: 
 When will thy love the rest reveal 
 In glory's clearer light? 
 
 6 With rapture sliall I then survey 
 
 Thy providence and grace; 
 And spend an everlasting day 
 In wonder, love, and praise. — Fatccett. 
 
 HYMN 101. 5s, Cs, S( 9s. Rowley. 
 How happy are they. 
 
 1 TTOVV happy are thej', 
 XX Who the Saviour obey. 
 
 And have laid up their treasure aboveP 
 Tongue cannot express 
 The sweet comfort and peace. 
 
 Of a soul in its earliest love! 
 
 2 That comfort was mine, 
 When the favor divine, 
 
 I first found in the blood of the Lamb; 
 
 When my heart it believed. 
 
 What a joy I received. 
 What a heav'n in Jesus's name 
 
 3 'Twas a heaven below. 
 My Redeemer to know; 
 
 The angels could do nothing more. 
 Than fall down at liis feet, 
 And the story repeat, 
 
 And the Lover of sinners adore. 
 
 4 Jesus all the day long 
 Was my joy and my song: 
 
 O, that ail his salvation might eeei 
 He hath loved me, I cried, 
 He hath sutl'er'd and died, 
 
 To redeem a poor rebel like meu 
 
 5 O the rapturous height 
 Of that holy delight, 
 
 Wbich I felt in the life-giving bloodt 
 
Of my Saviour possest, 
 I was perfectly blest, 
 A3 if filled with the fulness of God. 
 
 HYMN 102, 8s. ^ 7s. Worthing. 
 Bartimeus, 
 1 t;Tl/rERCY, O thou Son of David!" 
 IVJL Thus Mind Bartimeus pray'd; 
 *' Others hy thy word are saved, 
 "Now to me afford thine aid." 
 fi Many for his crying rhid him. 
 But. he cali'd the louder still: 
 Till the gracious Saviour hid hira 
 " Come, and ask me what you will." 
 3 Money was not what he wanted, 
 Tliou;^h by bessin? used to live; 
 But he ask'd, and Jesus granted 
 Alms which none but he could give. 
 4** Lord, remove this grievous blindness. 
 Let my eyes behold the day!" 
 Straight he saw, and won by kindness, 
 Follow'd Jesus in the way. 
 
 5 Now, methinks, I hear him praising, 
 
 Publishing to all around; 
 "Friends, is not my case amazingi 
 What a Saviour I have found! 
 
 6 "Oh! that all the blind but knew him. 
 
 And would be advised by me! 
 Surely they would hasten to him. 
 He would cause tliera all to see." 
 
 LOVE. 
 
 HYMN 103. C. M. .Arlington. 
 Delight in God. Psalm, xxxvii. 4. 
 1 r\ LORD! I would delight in thee, 
 v^ And on thy care depend; 
 To thee in every troulile flee*. 
 My best, my only friend, 
 fi When all created streams are flry'll. 
 Thy fulness is the same; 
 
70 LOVE. 
 
 May I with this be satisfy'd, 
 And glory in thy name! 
 
 3 Why should the soul a drop bemoan. 
 
 Who has a fountain near; 
 A fountain which will ever run. 
 With waters swe*^t and clear? 
 
 4 No ffood in creatures can be found, 
 
 But may be found in thee; 
 I must liave all things, and abound, 
 While God is God to me. 
 
 5 Oh, that I had a stronger faith, 
 
 To look within the veil; 
 To credit what my Saviour saith. 
 Whose word can never fail! 
 
 6 He, that has made my heaven secure. 
 
 Will here all good provide: 
 While Christ is rich, can I be poor; 
 Wl)at can I want beside? 
 
 7 O Lord! I cast my care on thee; 
 
 I triumph and adore: 
 Henceforth my great concern shall be 
 To love and please thee more.— Ryland. 
 
 HYMN 104. 7s. Jforwich. 
 Lovest thou me? John xxi. 16. 
 
 1 ^nniS a point I lopg to know, 
 
 X Oft it causes anxious thought- 
 Do I love the Lord, or no? 
 Am I his, or am I not? 
 
 2 If I love, why am I thus? 
 
 Why this dull and lifeless frame? 
 Hardly, sure, can they be worse 
 Who have never heard his name. 
 
 3 [Could my heart so hard remain; 
 
 Prayer a task and burthen prove; 
 Every trifle give me pain; 
 If I knew a Saviour's love?] 
 
 4 When I turn my eyes within, 
 
 All is dark, and vain, and wild; 
 Fill'd with unbelief and sin;— 
 Can I deem myself r child? — 
 
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 LOVE. 
 
 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, 
 
 Sin is mix'd with all I do; 
 You that love the Lord indeed, 
 TeU mc, is it thus with you? 
 
 6 Ye'. I mourn my stubborn will, 
 
 F.nd my sin a grief and thrall: 
 Should T grieve for what I feel, 
 If 1 did not love at all? 
 
 7 [Could I joy his saints to meet; 
 
 Choose the ways I once abhorr'd; 
 Find, at times the promise sweet; 
 If I- did not love the Lord?] 
 
 8 Lord, decide the doubtful case! 
 
 Thou, who art thy peoples' sun, 
 Shine upon thy work of grace, 
 If it be indeed begun. 
 
 9 Let me love thee more and more. 
 
 If I love at all, I pray! 
 If I have not lov'd before. 
 Help me to begin to-day. — J^ewton. 
 HY'MN 105. 8s. Northampton. 
 Supreme Love to Christ. 
 
 1 TV/fY gracious Redeemer I love! 
 IVX His praises aloud I'll proclaim, 
 And join with the armies above, 
 
 To shout his adorable name: 
 To gaze on his glories divine, 
 
 Shall be my eternal employ, 
 And feel them incessantly shine. 
 
 My boundless ineffable joy. 
 
 2 He freely redeem'd, with his blood. 
 
 My soul from the confines of hell, 
 To live on the smiles of my God, 
 
 And in his sweet presence to dwell; 
 To shine with the ansels of light; 
 
 With saints, and with seraphs to sing; 
 To view, with eternal delight. 
 
 My Jesus, my Saviour, my King. 
 
 3 In Meshech, as yet, I reside, 
 
 A darksome and restless abod^! 
 Molested with foes on each side. 
 And longing to dwell with my Godi 
 Q 
 
72 lovK, 
 
 Oh, when shall my spirit exchange 
 This cell of corruptihle clay, 
 
 For mansions celestial, and rancre 
 Through realms of inelfable day '-Franc** 
 
 HYMX 106. 83. Xorthamptcn. 
 Supreme Loce to Christ. 
 
 1 TVTY glorious Redeemer! I long 
 
 It-1 To see tliee descend on Uie cloud, 
 Amidst tl.-e hri^lit nunilierless thron<r, 
 
 And mix uitli the triumpliina crowd: 
 Oh, when wilt thou lid me ascend, 
 
 To join in thy praises above. 
 To jraze on thee, world without end. 
 
 And feast on thy ravishing love? 
 
 2 Nor sorrow, nor sickness, nor pain, 
 
 Nor sin, nor temptation, nor fear, 
 Shall ever molest me airain. 
 
 Perfection of jilory rei-ins there: 
 This soul and this liody shall shine 
 
 In robes of salvation and praise. 
 And banquet on [)leasures divine, 
 
 Where God, his full beauty displays. 
 
 3 Ye palaces, sceptres, and crowns. 
 
 Your pride with disdain I survey; 
 Your pomps are but shadows and sounds, 
 
 And pass in a moment away: 
 The crown that my Saviour bestows, 
 
 Yon permanent sun shall oiushine; 
 My joy everlastingly flows, — 
 
 My God, my Redeemer, is mma.-Francis, 
 
 HYMN 107. S. M Olney 
 Love to the Brethren, 
 I "OT^EST be the tie that binds 
 Jj Our hearts in Christian love! 
 The fellowship of kindred minds, 
 Is like to that above. 
 9 Before our Father's throne, 
 
 We pour our ardent prayers? 
 Our fears, our hopes, our aims are Onev— 
 Our comforts and our carea. 
 
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LOVE, 73 
 
 3 We share our mutual woes. 
 
 Our mutual burdens hear: 
 And often for each other flows 
 The sympathizing tear. 
 
 4 When we asunder part, 
 
 It gives us inward pain; 
 But we shall still be join'd in heart, 
 And hope to meet asain. 
 
 5 This glorious hope revives 
 
 Our couraire by the way; 
 While each in expectation lives. 
 And. longs to see the day. 
 
 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 
 
 And sin, we shall be free: 
 And perfect love and friendship reign, 
 Through all eternity. — Fawcett. 
 
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 HYMN 108. 7s. Grant. 
 
 Lovest thou Me? John xxi. 16. 
 
 RK, my soul, it is the Lord; 
 
 'Tis my Saviour, liear his word; 
 Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee: 
 " Sf>y, poor sinner, lov'st thou nie? 
 
 2 "I deliver'd thee, 'vhen bound. 
 
 And, when wounded lieal'd thy wound, 
 Fousrht thee wand'rincr, set thee right, 
 Turn'd thy darkness into light. 
 
 3 "Can a woman's tender rare 
 Cease towards the child she bare?^ 
 Yes, she may forgetful be, 
 
 Yet will I remember thee, 
 
 4 "Mine is an unchaiiijins: love, 
 Hiizher than the heiu^hts above; 
 Deeper than the depths beneath — 
 Free and faithful— strong as death. 
 
 5 " Thou Shalt see my elory soon, 
 When the work of grace is done; 
 Partner of my throne shalt be, 
 Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?'*^ 
 
 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint, 
 That my love is weak and faint; 
 
74 LOVE. 
 
 Yet I love thee, and adore, 
 
 for grace to love thee luorei—CoKiper. 
 
 IIYMN 109. L. M. Tatnal. 
 The Hope of the Believer. 
 
 1 /~\ MAY I worthy prove to see 
 \J The saints in full prosperity; 
 
 To see the bright, the yhtfring hride, 
 Close seated by her Saviour's side. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 2 O may I find some humble seat, 
 Beneatii my dear Redeemer's feet; 
 A servant as l)efore I've been. 
 And sing salvation to my king. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 3 I'm glad that I am born to die, 
 From grief and wo my soul shall fly; 
 Bright angels shall convey me home. 
 Away to new Jerusalem. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 4 I'll praise my maker while I've breath, 
 
 1 hope to praise him after death, 
 I hope to praise him when I die, 
 And shout salvation as I fly. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 5 Farewell, vain world, I'm going home. 
 My Saviour smiles and bids me come; 
 Sweet angels beckon me a%vay, 
 
 To sing God's praise in endless day. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 6 I soon shall hear the awful sound, 
 Awake ye nations under ground: 
 Arise and drop your dying shrouds, 
 And meet king Jesus in the clouds. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 T Then shall I sec my blessed God, 
 And praise him in his bright abode; 
 My theme through all eternity, 
 Sliall glory, glory, glory be. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
LOVE. 75 
 
 (HYMN 110. C. M. Bolton. 
 Pleasures of Christian Love. 
 I TTOW sweet, how heav'nly is the sigh^ 
 XI When those who love tlie Lord, 
 In one another's peace dehght, 
 And so fulfil his word: — 
 S When each can feel his brother's sigh, 
 And with hiin bear a part: 
 Wlien sorrows flow from eye to eye. 
 And joy from heart to heart: — 
 
 3 When free from envy, scorn, and pride, 
 
 Out wishes all above, 
 Each can his brother's failings hide, 
 And show a brother's love! 
 
 4 Let love in one delitrhtful stream, 
 
 Through every bosom flow; 
 And union sweet, and dear esteem. 
 In every action glow. 
 
 5 Love is the golden chain, that binds 
 
 The happy souls above; 
 And he's an heir of heaven, who finds 
 His bosom glow with love. — Swai}i. 
 
 HYMN 111. L. M. JVatjne. 
 The Happy Choice. 
 
 1 /^H, happy day, that fix'd my choice, 
 \J On thee my Saviour, and my God; 
 Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
 
 And tell its raptures all abroad. 
 
 2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows 
 
 To him who merits all my" love! 
 
 Let cheerful anthems fill the house. 
 
 While to his altar now I move. 
 
 3 'Tis done — the great transaction's done; 
 
 I am my Lord's, and he is mine: 
 He drew me, and I followed on. 
 Rejoiced to own the call divine. 
 
 4 Now rest — my long-divided heart — 
 
 Fixed on this blissful centre, rest — 
 Here have I found a nobler part, 
 Her« heavenly pleasures fill my breast. 
 
76 REPENTANCE, 
 
 5 High heaven, tliat liears the solemn vow, 
 That vow renew'd slwll daily hear: 
 Till in life's latest hour I how, 
 And bless in death a bond so dear. 
 
 MEEKNESS. 
 
 HYMN 112. S. M. Lockport. 
 The Meek beautified with Salvation. Ps. cxllx. 4 
 
 1 "IT'E humble souls, rejoice, 
 
 J And checrlul praises sing! 
 Wake all your harmony of voice; 
 For Jesus is your king. 
 
 2 That meek and lowly Lord, 
 
 Whom here your souls have known, 
 Pledges the honor of his word, 
 T' avow you for his own. 
 
 3 He brings salvation near. 
 
 For which his blood was paid! 
 How beauteous shall your souls appear^ 
 Thus sumptuously array'd! 
 
 4 Sins! for the day is iiich, 
 
 When near your Saviour's seat, 
 The tallest sons of pride shall lie 
 The footstool of your feet. 
 
 5 Salv;ition, Lord, is thine. 
 
 And all thy saints roiifesf. 
 The royal robes, in which they shine. 
 Were wrought by sovereign prare. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
 REPENTANCE. 
 
 HYMN 113. C. M. Patmos. 
 Ood hath comma>;aed all Men, every where to 
 
 Repent. Acts xvii. 30. 
 1 ""DEPENT!" the voice celestial cries, 
 Xv Nor longer dare delay: 
 The wretch that scorns the mandate, dies? 
 And meets a fiery dayi 
 
REPENTANCE. T7 
 
 2 No more the sovereijjn eye of God, 
 
 O'erlooks the crimes of men; 
 His heralds are dispatch'd abroad, 
 To warn the world of sin. 
 
 3 Totrether in his presence bow, 
 
 And all your guilt confess; 
 Embrace the blessed Saviour now, 
 Nor triiie with his grace. 
 
 4 Bow, e'er the awful trumpet sound, 
 
 And call you to his bar: 
 For mercy knows tlie appointed bound, 
 And-turns to vengeance there. 
 
 5 Amazing love! that yet will call. 
 
 And yet prolong our days! 
 Our hearts subdued by goodness fall, 
 And weep, and love, and i)ra\se.— Doddridge, 
 
 HYMN 114. C. M. Eastport. 
 The Penitent. 
 
 1 ■pHOSTRATE, dear Jesus! at thy feet 
 X A guilty re'r.e] lies; 
 
 And upwards to the mercy seat, 
 Presumes to lift his eyes. 
 
 2 Oh, let not justice frown me hence; 
 
 Stay, stay the vengeful storm: 
 Forbid it that Omnipotence 
 Should crush a feeble worm! 
 
 3 If tears of sorrow would suffice. 
 
 To pay the debt I owe, 
 Tears should from both my weeping eyes 
 
 In ceaseless torrents flow. 
 i But no such sacrifice I plead 
 
 To expiate my guilt; 
 No tears but those which thou hast shed; — 
 
 No blood, but thou hast spilt. 
 5 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord! 
 
 And all my sins forgive: 
 Justice will well approve the word 
 
 That bids the sinner live.— Stennett. 
 
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78 REPENTANCE. 
 
 HYMN 115. C. M. Albany. 
 Penitence and Hope. 
 
 1 "pvEAR Saviour! when my thoughta recal, <- 
 -L' Tlie wonders of tliy grace, 
 
 Low at thy leel aslianiM I fall, 
 And hide this wretched face. 
 
 2 Shall love like thine he thus repaid? 
 
 Ahl vile ungrateful heart! 
 By earth's low cares detain'd— betray'd 
 FroHi Jesus to depart. — 
 
 3 From Jesus, — who alone can give 
 
 True pleasure, peace and rest: 
 When absent from my Lord, I live 
 Unsatisfy'd, unblest. 
 
 4 But he for his own mercy's sake, 
 
 My wandering soul restores: 
 He bids the mourning heart partake 
 The pardon it implores. 
 
 5 Oh, while I breathe to thee, my Lord, 
 
 The penitential sigh, 
 Confirm the kind forgiving word, 
 With pity in thine eye! 
 
 6 Then shall the mourner at thy feet 
 
 Rejoice to seek thy face; 
 And grateful own how kind, how sweet. 
 Thy condescending grace. — Steele. 
 
 HYINLM 116. C. M. Lebanon. 
 .Anxious Inquiry. 
 1 "IVTY conscious guilt is now so great, 
 IVX If I attempt to pray, 
 The tempter tells me yet to wait. 
 Or frights my soul away, 
 8 In painful donht what course to try,— 
 I fear this long delay, — 
 And nmst I limrer here and die, 
 Asham'd to ask the way? 
 3 Ye Christian pilgrims, can ye tell 
 A stranger to the road, 
 The way that leads to Zion'3 hill, 
 To find a pard'ning God? 
 
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 HYMN 117. L. M. Sunderland. 
 
 The Christian awakened — " What trmst I do to hS 
 
 saved?" Acts ix. 6. 
 
 1 TTTITH melting heart and weeping eyes, 
 
 VV My guilty soul for mercy cries; 
 What shall I do, or whither flee, 
 T' escape that vengeance due to me? 
 
 2 Till now, I saw no danger nigh; 
 I liv'd at ease, nor fear'd to die; 
 Wrapt up in self-deceit and pride- 
 "I shall have peace at last," I cry'd. 
 
 3 But when. Great God! thy light divine, 
 Had shone on this dark soul of mine, 
 Then I beheld, with treniiiiing awe, 
 The terrors of thy holy law. 
 
 4 How dreadful now my guilt appears. 
 
 In childhood, youth, and grov/ing yearsi 
 Before thy pure discerning eye, 
 Lord, what a filthy wretch am I! 
 
 5 Should vengeance still my soul pursue. 
 Death and destruction are my due; 
 Yet mercy can my guilt forgive, 
 
 And bid a dying sinner live. 
 
 6 Does not thy sacred word proclaim 
 Salvation free in Jesus' name? 
 
 To him I look and humbly cry, 
 
 "O save a wretch condemned to die!" 
 
 Faiccett. 
 
 HYMN 118. 8s. 7s. Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 Supplicating — Jesus, thou Son of David, have 
 
 mercy on me. 
 
 1 TESUS! full of all compassion, 
 
 *l Hear thy humble suppliant's cry; 
 
 Let me know thy great salvation: 
 
 See! I languish, faint, and die. 
 
 2 Guilty, but with heart relenting, 
 
 Overwhelm'd with helpless grief, 
 Prostrate at thy feet repenting, 
 Send, oh, send me quick relief! 
 
80 Rt;^•J:.ISTA^CE. 
 
 8 [Whither should a wretch be flyfngk 
 But to liim who comfort gives? 
 Wliither, from the dread of dying, 
 But to liiin who ever lives?] 
 
 4 [While I view thee, wounded, grieving^ 
 
 Breathless on the cursed tree. 
 Fain I'd feel my heart believing. 
 Thai tliou suiler'dst thus for ine. 
 
 5 With tliy rigiHjousness and Spirit, 
 
 I am more llian angels Iilesl; 
 Keir wiili thee, all thin^rs inherit, 
 Peace, and joy, and endless rest. 
 
 6 Without thee, the world possessing, 
 
 I should lie a wretch undone; 
 Search throuiih heaven, the land of blessing» 
 Seeking good, and linding none.] 
 
 7 Hear then, blessed Saviour, hear me! 
 
 My soul cleaveth to the dust; 
 Send the comforter to cheer me; 
 Lo! in thee I put my trust. 
 
 8 On the word tliy blood hath sealed, 
 
 Hangs my everlasting all; 
 Let thy arm be now revealed: 
 Stay.'' oil slay nie lest I (aW.—Tiimef 
 
 HYMN 119. C. M. Corwen. 
 Affliction Sanctified. 
 
 1 A FFLICTIONS, tho' they seem severe, 
 J\ Tn merry oft are sent, 
 
 They storip'd the prodiiral's career, 
 And caus'd liim to re])ent. 
 
 2 Altliouch he no relentines felt, 
 
 Till he had spent his stove. 
 His stnMiorn heart beiran to melt. 
 When famine pinched him sore. 
 
 3 "What have I ^ain'd by sin," he said, 
 
 "Hut huiiu'er, slanie and fear? 
 My fathers house almumls with bread, 
 While I am starving here. 
 
 4 "I'll go and tell Iiim all I've done. 
 
 Fall down befor« his face, 
 
repenTaJtce. 81 
 
 Unworthy to he call'd his son, 
 I'Jl seek a servant's place." 
 
 5 His father saw him coming back, 
 
 He saw, and ran, and sniifd; 
 Tlien tiirew his arms around the neck 
 Of his rclieliious child, 
 
 6 "Father I've sinn'd, hut O! forgive,"— 
 
 " Enough," the father said, 
 "I?ejoife, mj' house, my son's alive, 
 For whom I mourn'd as dead. 
 
 7 "iVow iQt tlie fatted calf he slain, 
 
 Go spread llie news around, 
 BIy sun was dead, but lives ajain; 
 Was lost, but now is found." 
 
 8 'Tis tlius the Lord his love reveals, 
 
 To call poor sinners home; 
 More than a fatlier's love he feels, 
 Ard welcomes all that come. 
 
 HYMN 120. C. M. Marlow. 
 LooMvg at the Cross. 
 
 1 TN evil, long I took delight, 
 
 X Unavv'd by shame and" fear; 
 Till a new olject struck my sight; 
 And siopp'd my wild career. 
 
 2 I saw one hanging on a tree, 
 
 In agonies of blood; 
 He fix'd his languid eyes on me, 
 As near his cross I stood. 
 
 3 Sure never till my latest breath, 
 
 iShall I forget that look, 
 He seem'd to charge me with his death, 
 Though not a word he spoke. 
 
 4 My conscience felt and ovvn'd the guilt, 
 
 And plung'd me in despair; 
 I saw my sins, his blood had spilt, 
 And help'd to nail him there, 
 
 5 Alas! I knew not what I did, 
 
 But now my tears are vain; 
 Where shall my trembling soul be hid, 
 For I the Lord have slain. 
 2P 
 
83 COSFlDEN'Clk 
 
 6 A second look he gave which BaW^ 
 
 I freely all forgive; 
 This blood is for thy ransom pald{ 
 I die that thou may'st live. 
 
 7 With pleasing grief and mournful Joy, 
 
 My spirit now was fillVi, 
 That I sliould such a life destroy. 
 Yet live by him I kill'd. 
 
 HYMN 121. L. 5T. Ward. 
 The Sinners Rclur:i to Christ. 
 lETURN, O wanderer, return, 
 And seek an injur'd Father's face; 
 Those warm desires that in thee burn, 
 Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 
 
 2 Return, O wanderer, return. 
 
 And seek a Father's melting heart; 
 His pitying eves thy grief discern. 
 
 His hand shall heal thy inward smart. 
 
 3 Return, O wanderer, return, 
 
 Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live, 
 Go to his bleeding feet and learn 
 How freely Jesus can forgive. 
 
 4 Return, O wanderer, return. 
 
 And wipe away the falling tear; 
 'Tis God who says " No longer mourn, 
 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. 
 
 R^ 
 
 CONFIDENCE. 
 
 HYMN 122. C. M. Spencer. 
 
 It is the Lord— Jet him do what secmeth good. 
 
 1 Sam. iii. 13. 
 
 1 TT is the Lord — enthron'd in light, 
 A Whose claims are all divine; 
 Who has an undisputed right 
 
 To govern me and mine. 
 
 2 It is the Lord— should I distrust. 
 
 Or contradict his will, 
 Who cannot do but what is just, 
 And must be righteous still? 
 
COKFIDE^TCE. 83 
 
 3 It te ttie Lord— who gives me all 
 
 My wealth, my friends, my ease; 
 And of his bounties, may recal 
 Whatever part he please. 
 
 4 It is the Lord— who can sustain 
 
 Beneath the heaviest load; 
 
 From whom, assistance I obtain 
 
 To tread the thorny road. 
 
 HYMN 123. C. M. Spencer. 
 
 It is the Lord — let him do what seemeth good. 
 
 1 Sam. iii. 18. 
 
 1 TT is the Lord —whose matchless skill, 
 JL Can from afflictions raise, 
 
 Matter eternity to fill 
 With ever-growing praise. 
 
 2 It is the Lord— my cov'nant God, 
 
 Thrice blessed be his name! 
 Whose gracious promise seal'd with blood 
 Must ever be the same. 
 
 3 His covenant will my soul defend, 
 
 Should nature's self expire. 
 And the great Judge of AH descend 
 In awful flames of fire! 
 
 4 And can my soul with hopes like these, 
 
 Be sullen or repine? 
 No, gracious God! take what thou please, 
 To thee I all resign, 
 
 HYMN 124. L. M. Uzhridge. 
 
 T^USt and Confidence; or, Lool-ing beyond present 
 
 Appearances. Heb, iii. 17, 18. 
 
 1 A WAY, my unbelieving fear; 
 
 J\ Let fear in me no more take place; 
 My Saviour doth not yet appear; 
 
 He hides the brightness of his face: 
 But shall I therefore let him go. 
 
 And basely to the tempter yield? 
 No, in the strength of Jesus, nol 
 
 I never will give up my shield- 
 
 2 Although the vine its fruit deny, - 
 
 Although the olive yield no oil 
 
g4 CONFIDENCB. 
 
 The withering fig tree droop and dte. 
 
 The field illurie the tiller's toil— 
 The empty stall no herd afford— 
 
 And perish all the bleating race; 
 Yet, I wilt triumph in the Lord!— 
 
 The God of my salvation praise! 
 
 3 Away, each nr.'ie'.ieving fear! 
 
 Let fear to cheering hope give place; 
 My Saviour will at lenstli appear. 
 
 And show the briclaness of his fare; 
 Though now my prosperts all he cross d. 
 
 My blooming hopes cut oft I see, 
 Yet will I in my Saviour trust. 
 
 And glory that hn diod for ine. 
 
 4 In hope— believins asainst ho^e— 
 
 His promis'd mercy will I claim; 
 His jiracious word shall hear me up 
 
 To seek salvation in his name; 
 Soon my dear Saviour, brin- it nijih! 
 
 My soul shall then outstrip the wind 
 On %vin"s of love mount up on hish. 
 
 And leave the world and sin behind 
 
 HYMN 12.5. 7s. Orant. 
 Sin Bewailed. 
 
 1 r^OME, my soul, thy suit prepare, 
 L> Jesus loves to answer pray r; 
 He himself has hid thee pray, 
 
 Rise and ask without delay. 
 
 2 With my burden I begin; 
 Lord! remove tliis load of sin! 
 Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
 i^t my conscience free from guilt, 
 
 3 Lord! I come to thee for rest, 
 Take possession of my breast, 
 There thy sov'reisn right maintain. 
 And without a rival reign. 
 
 4 Shew me what I have to do, 
 Ev'ry hour my strength renew; 
 
 Let me live a life of faith, t^.^.,^ 
 
 Let me die thy people's death.-JVwtffH. 
 
CONFIDEN'CB* 8f 
 
 HYMJSr 128. C. M. Funolt. 
 Bearing the Ci-os3. Mark viL'. 38. 
 
 1 TTvIDST thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame, 
 JlJ And bear the cross for me? 
 
 And shall I fear to own thy name. 
 Or thy disciple be? 
 
 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I shouM dread 
 
 To suffer shame or loss; 
 Oh, let me in iliy footsteps tread. 
 And glory in thy cross. 
 
 3 Inspire .my soul with life divine, 
 
 And holy courase bold; 
 Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine, 
 rs'or love, nor zeal grow cold. 
 
 4 Say to my soul, "Why dost thou fear 
 
 The face of feeble clay? 
 Behold thy Saviour ever near, 
 Will guard thee in the way." 
 
 5 Oh, how my soul wr>uld rise and run. 
 
 At this reviving word: 
 Nor any painful sutf'rings shun, 
 To follow thre, my Lord. 
 
 6 Let sinful men reproach, defame. 
 
 And call thee what they will, 
 If I may glorify thy name, 
 
 And be thy servant still. — Kirkhavu 
 
 HYMN 127. C. M. Paxton. 
 Fear J\''ot. 
 
 1 "\7^ trembling souls! dismiss your fears; 
 
 jL Be mercy all your theme: 
 Mercy, which like a river, flows 
 lu one continued stream. 
 
 2 Fear vot the pow'rs of earth and belli 
 
 God will ti.ese pow'rs restrain; 
 His mishty aim their rase repel. 
 And make their efTorts vain. 
 
 3 Fear not the want of outward good: 
 
 He will for his provide. 
 Grant them supplies of daily food. 
 And all they need beside. 
 
85 CONFIDENCE. 
 
 4 Fear not that he will e'er forsake, 
 
 Or leave his work undone; 
 He's faithful to his promises, 
 And faithful to his Son. 
 
 5 Fear vot the terrors of the grave, 
 
 Or death's tremendous sting; 
 He will from endless wrath preserve- 
 To endless glory bring. 
 
 6 You, in his wisdom, pow'r and grace, 
 
 May confidently trust; 
 His wisdom guides, his pow'r protects. 
 His grace rewards the iasi.—Beddome. 
 
 HVMN 123. lis. Hinton. 
 I tsill Trust, and not be .afraid. Isaiah, xii. 
 
 1 TJEGONE, unbelief! my Saviour is near, 
 LJ And for mv relief will surely appear: 
 
 By prayer let me wrestle, and he will perform; 
 With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. 
 
 2 Though dark l)e niv way, since he is my guide, 
 'Tis mine to ot)ev,''tis his to provide: 
 
 Tho' cisterns he broken, and creatures all fail. 
 The v.'ord he has spoken shall surely prevail. 
 
 3 His love, in time past, forbids me to think 
 He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink; 
 Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review. 
 Confirms his good pleasure to help me quite 
 
 through. 
 
 4 Determin'd to save, he watch'd o'er my path. 
 When Satan's blind slave, I sported with death: 
 And can he have taught me to trust in his name. 
 And thus far have brought me, to put me to 
 
 shame? 
 
 5 Why should I complain of want or distress, 
 Temptation or pain?— he told me no less: 
 The heirs of salvation I know from his word, 
 
 Throu^'h much tribulation must follow their Lord. 
 How bitter that cup, no heart can conceive, 
 Which he drank quite up, that sinners might 
 
 live! 
 His way was much rougher and darker than nnne, 
 Did Christ, mv Lord, sufier, and shall I repme? 
 
THE CHRISTIAN. 87 
 
 7 Since all that I meet shall work for my good, 
 The bitter is sweet, the med'cine is food; 
 Though painful at present, 'twill cease before long. 
 And then, O how pleasant the conqueror's song. 
 
 J\''ewton. 
 
 THE CHEISTIAN. 
 
 HYMN 129. C. P. M. Sommcrville. 
 The Spiritual Pilgrim, 
 ITTOW happy is the pilgrim's lot, 
 XI How free from anxious care and tho't, 
 
 From worldly hope and fear! 
 Confin'd to neither court nor cell. 
 His soul disdains on earth to dwell, 
 He only sojourns here. 
 
 2 His happiness in part is mine; 
 Already sav'd from self-design, 
 
 From ev'ry creature-love — 
 Bless'd with the scorn of finite good,— 
 My soul is lighten'd of its load. 
 
 And seekslhe things above. 
 
 3 The things eternal I pursue. 
 And happiness beyond the view 
 
 Of those who basely pant 
 For things by nature felt and seen: 
 Tlieir l-.onors, wealth, and pleasures mean, 
 
 I neither have nor want. 
 
 4 Nothing c.i earth I call my own: 
 A stranger to tl'.e world unknown, 
 
 I all their <_'Oods despise; 
 I tramjile on their whole- delisht, 
 And seek a country cut of s!j;ht, — 
 
 A country in the sivies. 
 
 5 There is my house and portion fair; 
 My treasure ami my liearl are there 
 
 And my abiding home: 
 For me my elderbrethrnn stay; 
 And ansels beckon me away, 
 
 And Jesus bias me come. 
 
 6 I come, thy servant. Lord! replies, 
 
 I come to meet thee in the skie^', 
 T 
 
88 THE CHRISTIAN. 
 
 And claim my heav'nly rest: 
 Now let the pilurim's journey end; 
 Now — oh, my Saviour, brother, friend!— 
 
 Receive me to tliy breast! 
 
 HYMN 130. C. M. Devizes. 
 Running the Christian Race. Phil. iii. 12—14. 
 
 1 A WAKE my soul! stretch ev'ry nerve, 
 XJl And press with vij^or on: 
 
 A heav'nly race demands thy zeal 
 And an immortal crown. 
 
 2 'Tis God's all animating voice 
 
 That calls thee from on high: 
 'Tis his own hand presents the prize 
 To thine aspiring eye. 
 
 3 A cloud of witnesses around, 
 
 Hold thee in full survey; 
 Forget the steps already trod, 
 And onward urge thy way. 
 
 4 Blcss'd Saviour! introduc'd by thee, 
 
 Have we our race begun; 
 And, crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet 
 We'll lay our laurels down. — Doddridge. 
 
 HYMN 131. L. M. Brewer. 
 The Christian. Warfare. Eph. vi. 13—17. 
 
 1 TVTY Captain sounds th' alarm of war! 
 JLtX " Awake! the pow'rs of hell are nearl 
 " To arms! to arms!" I hear him cry, 
 
 " 'Tis yours to conquer or to die!" 
 
 2 Rous'd by the animating sound, 
 I cast my eager eyes around: 
 Make haste to gird my armor on. 
 And bid each trembling fear begone 
 
 3 Hope is my helmet; faith my shield; 
 Thy word, my God, tlie sword I wield; 
 Witli sacred truth my loins are girt, 
 And holy zeal inspires my heart. 
 
 4 Thus arm'd, I %'enture on the fight; 
 Resolv'd to put my foes to flight; 
 
 . While Jesus kindly deigns to spread 
 '.His conq'rlng banner o'er my head. 
 
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 5 In him I hope; in him I trust; 
 His bleeding cross is all my boast; 
 Through troops of foes he"'ll lead me on 
 To vict'ry and the victor's crown. 
 
 HYMN 132. H. M. Iladdam. 
 The Christian's Spiritual Voyage. 
 
 1 TESUS! at thy command 
 •I I launch into the deep, 
 And leav-e my native land. 
 
 Where sin lulls all asleep; 
 For thee I would the world resign, 
 And sail to heav'u with thee and thine. 
 
 2 Thou art my pilot wise; 
 
 My compass is thy word: 
 My soul each storm defies, 
 While I have such a Lord! 
 I trust thy faithfulness, and pow'r 
 To save me in the trying hour. 
 
 3 Though rocks and quicksands deep, 
 
 Tlirough all my passage lie; 
 Yet Christ will safely keep, 
 And guide me with his eye: 
 My anchor hope shall firm abide 
 And I each boisterous storm outride. 
 
 4 By faith I see the land, — 
 
 The port of endless rest: 
 My soul, thy sails expand. 
 
 And fly to Jesus' breast! 
 Oh, may I reach the heav'nly shore. 
 Where "winds and waves distress no more. 
 
 5 Come, Holy Ghost! and blow 
 
 A prosperous gale of grace, 
 Waft me from all below. 
 
 To heaven my destin'd place! 
 Then in full sail, my port I'll find. 
 And leave the world and sin behind. 
 
 HYMx^ 133. L. M. Part I. Jlppleton. 
 The Christian's Teviptation moderated, a Proof of 
 
 God's Fidelity. 1 Cor. x. 13. 
 1 lyrOW let the feeble all be strong, 
 5. J. 1 And make Jehovah's arm their song, 
 
90 THE CHRISTIAN. 
 
 His shield Is spread o'er ev'ry saint. 
 And thus supported, wlio shall faint? 
 
 2 Wliat though the hosts of hell engage 
 With mingled cruelty and rase! 
 
 A faithful God restrains their hands, 
 And chains them down in iron bunds. 
 
 3 Bound hy his word, he will display 
 A strength proportion'd to our day: 
 And wiien united trials meet. 
 Will sliow a path of safe retreat. 
 
 4 Thus far we prove that promise good, 
 Wliich Jesus ratify'd with blood; 
 Still is he gracious, wise, and just; 
 
 And still in liim, let Israel trust. — Doddridge 
 
 HYMN 134. C, M. Carinth. 
 Troul/lcd, but maldng Ood a Refuge, 
 
 1 "pvEAR Refuge of my weary soul, 
 JlJ On thee when sorrows rise. 
 On thee when waves of trouble roll. 
 
 My fainting hope relies. 
 
 2 To thee I tell each rising grief, 
 
 For thou alone canst heal; 
 Thy word can bring a sweet relief 
 For ev'ry pain I feci. 
 
 3 But oh! when gloomy doubts prevail, 
 
 I fear to call thee mine; 
 The springs of comfort seem to fail, 
 And ali my hopes decline. 
 
 4 Yet gracious God, where shall I flee? 
 
 Thou art my only trust; 
 And still my soul would cleave to the© 
 Though prostrate in the dust. 
 
 5 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? 
 
 And shall I seek in vain? 
 And can the ear of sov'reign grace 
 
 Be deaf when I complain? 
 t No, still the ear of sov'reign grace, 
 
 Attends the mourner's pray'r; 
 O may I ever find access 
 
 To breathe my sorrows there! 
 
THE CHRISTIAN. 91 
 
 7 Thy mercy-seat is open still, 
 Here let my soul retreat; 
 With humble hope attend thy will, 
 And wait beneath thy feet.— Steele. 
 
 HYMN 135. C. M. Litchfield. 
 The Request. 
 
 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss 
 Thy sov'reign will denies. 
 Accepted at ti;e throne of grace, 
 
 Let this petition rise: 
 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart; 
 
 " From ev'ry murmur free; 
 " The blessinss of thy grace impart, 
 
 " And make me live to thee: 
 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine, 
 
 " My life and death attend; 
 "Tiiy presence tiirough my journey shine, 
 
 "And crown my journey'^ end." 
 
 HYMN 136. C. M. Blackburn. 
 Watchfulness avd Prayer. Matt. xxvi. 41. 
 
 1 A LAS! what liourly dangers rise: 
 Xi. What snares beset my way! 
 To heav'n, O let me lift my eyes, 
 
 And hourly watch and pray. 
 
 2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, 
 
 And me't in Howing tears! 
 My weak resistance, ah! how vain! 
 How strong my foes and fears! 
 
 3 gracious God, in wliom I live, 
 
 My feeble efforts aid; 
 Help me to watcli, and pray and strive. 
 Though trembling and afraid. 
 
 4 Increase mytaith, increase my hope, 
 
 When foes and fears prevail; 
 A«d bear my fainting sjiint up, 
 Or soon my strength will fail. 
 
 5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart. 
 
 Or lure my feet aside, 
 My God, thy pow'rful aid impart, 
 My guardian and my guide. 
 
92 THE CHRISTIAN. 
 
 6 O keep me in thy heav'nly way, 
 And bid the tempter flee; 
 And let me never, never stray, 
 From happiness and thee. — Steele. 
 
 HYMN 137. L. M. Uzbndge. 
 Prayer answered by Crosses. 
 
 1 T ASK'D the Lord tliat I misiht grow 
 J. In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace; 
 Might more of his salvation know, 
 
 And seek, more earnestly, his face. 
 
 2 'Twas he who tauglit me tlius to pray, 
 
 And he I trust has answer'd pray'r; 
 But it has been in such a way 
 As almost drove me to despair. 
 
 3 I hop'd that in some favor'd hour 
 
 At once he'd answer my request. 
 
 And by his love's constraining pow'r, 
 
 Subdue my sins and give me rest. 
 
 4 Instead of this, he made me feel 
 
 The hidden evils of my heart, 
 
 And let the angry pow'rs of hell 
 
 Assault my soul in ev'ry part. 
 
 5 Yea, more, with his own hand he seem'd 
 
 Intent to aggravate my woe; 
 Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd, 
 Blasted my goui-ds, and laid me low. 
 
 6 " Lord, wliy is this?" I trembling cry'd: 
 
 " Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?" 
 " 'Tis in tliis way," tlie Lord reply'd, 
 " I answer pray'r for grace and" faith: 
 
 7 " These inward trials I employ, 
 
 " From self and pride to set thee free; 
 •'And break thy schemes of earthly joy, 
 " That thou mayst seek thy all in me." 
 JVewton. 
 
 HYMN 138. L. M. Danvers. 
 Rising to God. 
 
 1 "IVTOW let our souls, on wings sublime, 
 Xy Rise from the vanities of time, 
 
THE CHRISTIAN. 93 
 
 Draw back the parting veil and see 
 The glorips of eternity. 
 f^ Born by a new celestial birth, 
 
 Why should we grovel here on earth? 
 Why giasp at transitory toys. 
 So near to heav'ns eternal "joys! 
 
 3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, 
 When we nre walking back to God; 
 For strangers into life we come, 
 And dying is but going home. 
 
 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, 
 That sets oui longing souls at large, 
 Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell, 
 And gives us with our God to dwell. 
 
 5 To dwell with God, to feel his love, 
 Is the full lieav'n enjoy'd above; 
 And the sweet expectation now. 
 
 Is the young dawn of heav'n below. 
 
 HYMN 139. L. M. Hebron. 
 
 Remembering all the way the Lord has led him. 
 Deut. viii. 2. 
 
 1 rpHUS far ray God hath led me on, 
 
 JL And made his truth and mercy known; 
 My hopes and fears a'ternate rise. 
 And comforts mingle with my sighs. 
 
 2 Through this wide wilderness I roam, 
 Far distant from my blissful home; 
 Lord, let thy presence be iny stay, 
 And guard me iii this dang'rous way. 
 
 3 Temptations ev'ry where annoy: 
 
 And sins and snares my peace destroy; 
 My eartlily joys are from me torn, 
 And oft an absent God I mourn. 
 
 4 My soul, with various tempests toss'd, 
 Her hopes o'erturn'd, her projects cross'd, 
 Sees ev'ry day new straits attend. 
 
 And wonders where the scene will end. 
 
 5 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road, 
 
 . Which leads us to the mount of God? 
 39 
 
94 THE CHRISTIAN. 
 
 Are these the toils thy people know, 
 While in the wilderness below? 
 6 'Tis even so tliy faithful love 
 
 Doth all thy children's graces prove; 
 'Tis thus our pride and self must fall, 
 That Jesus may be all in all. — Fawcett, 
 
 HYMN 140. L. M. Uxbridge. 
 A better Country— Jl Heavenly. 
 
 1 rpFERE is a heav'n above the skies, 
 JL A heav'n where pleasure never dies, 
 A heav'n I sometimes hope to see, 
 
 But fear again it's not for me. 
 But, Jesus, Jesus, is my friend, O hallelujah, 
 Hallelujah, Jesus, Jesus, is my friend. 
 
 2 The wav is difficult and strait. 
 And narrow is the gospel gate; 
 Ten thousand dangers are therein. 
 Ten thousand snares to take me in. 
 
 But Jestis ^-e 
 
 3 I travel throueh a world of foes. 
 Through conflicts sore my spirit goes; 
 The tempter cries, I ne'er shall stand 
 Nor reach fair Canaan's happy land. 
 
 But Jesus, S(C. 
 
 4 Come life, come death, come then what will 
 His footsteps I will follow still; 
 
 Through dangers thick and hell's alarms, 
 I shall be safe in his dear arms. 
 
 O Jesus, ^e. 
 
 5 Then, oh, mv soul, arise and sins, 
 Bcliold thy Saviour, friend, and king. 
 With pleasing smiles be now looks down. 
 And cries "press on and here's the crown." 
 
 O Jesus, S^e. 
 
 6 " Prove faithful then a few more daj-s. 
 Fight the good ficlit and \v\r the rare 
 And then thy soul with m ihr*l^ reijJ-, 
 Thy head a crown of glory >- ' ' 
 
THE CHRISTIAN. 95 
 
 HYMN 141. 7s. 6s. Part I. Yarmouth 
 Christian Travelers. 
 
 1 /^OME all ye weary travelers, 
 w And let us join to sing, 
 The everlasting praises 
 
 Of Jesus Christ our king; 
 We've had a tedious journey, 
 
 And tiresome, 'tis true; 
 But see how many dangers 
 
 The Lord has brought us through. 
 
 2 At first when Jesus found us. 
 
 He call'd us unto him; 
 And pointed out the danger 
 
 Of falling into sin: 
 The world, the flesh, and Satan, 
 
 Will prove a fatal snare. 
 Unless we do reject them, 
 
 By faith and humble prayer. 
 
 3 But by our disobedience, 
 
 With sorrow we confess, 
 We've had too long to wander 
 
 In a dark wilderness; 
 W^here we mi^ht soon have fainted, 
 
 In that enchanted ground; 
 But now and then a cluster 
 
 Of pleasant grapes we found. 
 
 4 In faith, and hope, and patience, 
 
 We're now made to rejoice, 
 And Jesus, and his people, < 
 
 Shall ever be our choice; 
 In peace and consolation, \ 
 
 We now are going on. 
 The pleasant way to Canaan, 
 
 Where Jesus Christ is gone. 
 
 HYMN 142. 7s. Gs. Part II. Yarmouth. 
 
 Christian Travelers. 
 1 QINNERS, why stand ye idle, 
 V^ While we do march along? 
 Has conscience never told you, 
 
 That you are going wrong, 
 
 Down the broad road to ruin. 
 
 To bear aa endless cureel 
 
96 THK CHRISTJAV. 
 
 Forsake your ways of sinning, 
 And come along witli us. 
 
 2 But if you wiU refuse u?, 
 
 We'll bid you all farewell; 
 We'er on tlie way to Canaan, 
 
 And you the way to hell; 
 We are sorry thus to leave you, 
 
 We'd rather you would go; 
 Come try a Weeding Saviour, 
 
 And feel salvation tlow. 
 
 3 O sinner he awaken'd 
 
 To see your dismal state; 
 Repent and he converted, 
 
 Before it is too late; 
 Turn to the Lord by praying, 
 
 And daily search "his word; 
 And never rest contented, 
 
 Until you lind the Lord. 
 
 4 Now to the king immortal, 
 
 Be everlasting praise, 
 For in his holy service 
 
 We mean to spend our days; 
 Till we arrive at Canaan, 
 
 Celestial world above. 
 With everlasting praises, 
 
 To sing redeeming love. 
 
 HYMN 143. 10s. Savannah. 
 The Mercy Seat. 
 
 1 /^HEER up, my soul, there is a mercy-seat, 
 \J Sprinkled with blood, where Jesus answers 
 
 pray'r; 
 There humbly cast thyself beneath his feet. 
 For never needy sinner perished there. 
 
 2 Lord, I am come! thy promise is my plea, 
 
 Without thy word I durst not venture nigh; 
 But thou hast call'd the burden'd soul to thee, 
 A weary burden'd soul, O Lord, am I! 
 
 3 Bow'd down beneath a heavy load of sin, 
 
 By Patau's fierce temptations sorely prest, 
 .Beset without, and full of fears within. 
 
 Trembling and faint I come to tliee for rest. 
 
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 4 Be thou my refuge, Lord, my hiding place, 
 
 I know no force can tear me from thy side; 
 Unmoved I tlien may all accusers face. 
 
 And answer ev'ry charge, with " Jesus died." 
 
 5 Yes, thou didst weep, and bleed, and groan, and 
 
 die. 
 Well hast thou known what fierce temptations 
 
 mean: 
 Such was thy love, and now enthron'd on high, 
 The same compassions hi thy bosom reign. 
 
 6 Lord, give me faith— he hears— what grace is 
 
 this! 
 Dry up thy tears, my soul, and cease to grieve, 
 He shews me what he did, and who he is, 
 I must, I will, I can — I do believe. 
 
 HYMN 144. C. M, Dedham. 
 
 The JiTercij Seat. 
 
 1 A PPROACH, my soul, the mercy seat, 
 J\ Where Jesus answers prayer; 
 There humbly fall before his feet, 
 
 For none can perish there. 
 
 2 Thy promise is my only plea. 
 
 With this I v^enture nigh: 
 Thou callest burdened souls to thee, 
 And such, O Lord, am I. 
 
 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, 
 
 By Satan sorely prest, 
 By wars without and fears within, 
 I come to thee for rest. 
 
 4 Be thou my shield and hiding place, 
 
 That shelter'd near thy side, 
 I may my fierce accuser face. 
 And tell him "Thou hast died." 
 
 5 O wondrous love! to bleed and die, 
 
 To bear the cross and shame; 
 That 2uilty sinners, such as I, 
 Might plead thy gracious name. 
 
 6 "Poor tempest-tossed soul, be still, 
 
 My promis'd grace receive," 
 'Tis Jesus speaks— I must— I will, 
 I can— I do believe. 
 
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^9 THE CHRISTIAN. 
 
 HYMN 145. C. M. Dedham. 
 A JVeamess to God, 
 
 V/ A nearness to my God: 
 Then should my hours glide sweet away, 
 While leaning on his word. 
 
 2 Lord, I desire with thee to Jive, 
 
 Anew from day to day; 
 In joys the world can never give, 
 Nor ever take away. 
 
 3 O Jesus, come and rule my heart, 
 
 And make me wholly thine, 
 
 That I may never more depart, 
 
 Nor grieve thy love divine. 
 
 4 Thus till my last expiring breath. 
 
 Thy goodness I'll adore; 
 And when my flesh dissolves in death, 
 My soul shall love thee more. 
 
 HYMN 14G. 7. Sabbath. 
 
 Christ the Refuge of the Christian. 
 
 1 JESUS, Jover of m.y soul, 
 •J Let me to thy bosom fly, 
 While the billows near me roll. 
 
 While the tempest still is high; 
 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide. 
 
 Till the storm of life be past; 
 Safe into the haven guide. 
 
 Oh, receive my soul at last! 
 
 2 Other refuse have I none, 
 
 Lo! I helpless, hang on thee: 
 Leave, oh, leave me not alone. 
 
 Lest I basely shrink and flee: 
 Thou art all my trust and aid. 
 
 All my help from thee I bring; 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 
 With the shadow of thy wingi 
 
 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; 
 
 Boundless love in thee I find: 
 Raise the fallen, cheer the faint. 
 Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 
 
 
THE CHRISTIAN. ^ 
 
 Just and holy is thy name; 
 
 I am all unrighteousness, 
 Vile, and full of sin I am; 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 
 
 Grace to pardon all my sin; 
 Let the healins streams abound. 
 
 Make and keep me pure within. 
 Thou of life the fountain art, 
 
 Freely let me take of thee; 
 Eeign, O Lord, within my heart, 
 
 Reign to all eternity.— Cowper 
 
 HYMN 147. S. M, Olmutz. 
 The World Unsatisfijing. 
 
 1 npHIS world can never give 
 
 ± The bliss for vi'liich we sigh; ^ 
 'Tis not the whole of life to live^, 
 JSor all of death to die. 
 
 2 Bevond this vale of tears 
 
 There is a life above, 
 Unmeasur'd by the flight of years— 
 And all that life is love. 
 
 3 There is a death, whose pang 
 
 Outlasts the fleeting breath: 
 
 Oh! what eternal horrors hang 
 
 Around the second death. 
 
 4 Lord, God of truth and grace! 
 
 Teach us that death to shun:— 
 Lest we be driven from thy face, 
 And evermore undone. 
 HYMN 148. L. M. Danvers.' 
 The JVew and Living Way. 
 
 1 1\TY God inspire this heart of mine 
 iVl To praise thy name in songs divine^ 
 Shed on my soul a heavenly ray. 
 While speaking of the living way 
 
 2 The way to death with haste I trod, 
 Oppress'd with sin a painful load; 
 But O how happy was that day, 
 Wheo first 1 found the living way. 
 
100 THE CHRISTIAiV. 
 
 3 O Jesus, when I view the plan, 
 How God descends to dwell with man 
 My sou! exults to praise and pray, 
 Along this new and living way. 
 
 4 A sinner I confess I am; 
 
 But O, I've found the hieedins; LambI 
 He wash'd my foulest stains away, 
 And set me in this living way. 
 
 5 When in this livins way I move, 
 I'm filled with sweet seraphic love, 
 
 how I lonsr to see the day 
 When all shall crowd this living way. 
 
 C How boundless is the love of God, 
 How rich the drops of Jesus' blood; 
 Yet O, what thousands go astray! 
 And never find this living way. 
 
 HYMN 149. 7s. Gs. Yarmtmth. 
 The Saviour Found 
 
 1 TTOW Lost was my condition, 
 Xl Till Jesus made me whole! 
 There is hut one physician, 
 
 Can cure a sin-sick soul! — 
 The worst of all diseases 
 
 Is light compar'd with sin; 
 On ev'ry part it seizes; 
 
 But rages most within. 
 
 Sf From men great skill professing, 
 
 I thought a cure to train; 
 But this prov'd more distressing. 
 
 And added to my pain — 
 Some said that nothing ail'd me, 
 
 Some gave me up for lost, 
 Thus every refuge fail'd me, 
 
 And all my liopes were cross'd. 
 
 3 At length this great Physician- 
 How matchless is his gracel 
 Accepted my petition, 
 
 And undertook my case — 
 Next door to death he found me, 
 And snatch'd me from the grave; 
 
THE CHRISTIAN. 101 
 
 To tell to all around me, 
 
 His wondrous power to eave. 
 4 A dying, risen JESUS, 
 
 Seen by the eye of faith. 
 At once from danger frees us, 
 
 And saves the soul from death- 
 Come, then, to this Physician, 
 
 His help he'll freely give. 
 He makes no hard condition, 
 
 'Tis only— look— and live. 
 
 HYMN 150. L. M. Fultcit. 
 Christian Uni^n. 
 
 1 r\\JU souls by love together knit, 
 \J Cemented, mix'd in one, 
 
 One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice, 
 
 'Tis heav'n on earth begun. 
 Our hearts have burn'd while Jesus spoke. 
 
 And glovv'd with sacred fire. 
 He stoop'd, and talk'd, and fed, and bless d, 
 
 And fill'd th' enlarg'd desire. 
 
 2 The little cloud increases still. 
 
 The heav'ns are big with rain: ^ 
 We haste to catch the teeming show r. 
 
 And wash away our stain; 
 A rill, a stream, a torrent flows, 
 
 But pour the mighty flood? 
 O sweep the nations, shake the earth, 
 
 Till all proclaim thee God. 
 
 3 And wlien thou mak'st thy jewels up, 
 
 And sett'st thy starry crown. 
 When all thy sparkling gems sliall shine, 
 
 Proclaim'd by thee thy own: 
 May we, a little band of love, 
 
 We sinners, savM by grace. 
 From glory, into glory cliang'd. 
 
 Behold thee face to face. 
 
 •o 
 
 HYMN 151. 7s. 63. Summer. 
 Longing for Heaven. 
 WHEN shall I see Jesus. 
 And reign with him above; 
 
10:3 THE CHRISTIAN. 
 
 And from that flowing fountain 
 
 Drink everlasting love? 
 When shall I be delivered 
 
 From this vain world of sin, 
 And with my blessed Jesus, 
 
 Dfinii endless pleasures in? 
 
 2 But now I am a soldier, 
 
 My Captain's gone before, 
 He's piven me my orders, 
 
 And bid me not jrive o'er; 
 And if I hold out faithful, 
 
 A crown of life he'll give, 
 •And all his valiant soldiers 
 
 Eternal life shall have. 
 
 3 Through grace I am determined 
 
 To conquer, though I die; 
 And then away to Jesus, 
 
 On wings of love I'll fly. 
 Farewell to sin and sorrow, 
 
 I bid you all adieu; 
 And you, my friends, prove faithfa! 
 
 And on your way pursue. 
 
 4 When'er you meet with troubles 
 
 And trials on your way, 
 O, cast your care on Jesus, 
 
 And don't forget to pray. 
 Gird on the gospel armor 
 
 Of faith, and hope, and lore; 
 Then, when the combat's ended, 
 
 You'll reign with him above. 
 
 HYMiV 152. L. M. ^ppleton. 
 Hard Heart Lamented, 
 
 1 /^n, for a glance of heav'nly day, 
 \J To take tlie stubborn stone away; 
 And thaw, with beams of love divinf 
 This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 
 
 2 The rocks can rend, the earth can quake; 
 "The sea can roar the mountains shake; 
 Of feeling, all things show some sign» 
 But this unfeeling heart of mine. 
 
THE CHRISTIAN. 103 
 
 3 To hear the sorrow thou hast felt, 
 Dear Lord, an adamant would melt, 
 But I can read each moving line, 
 And nothing melts tills heart of mine. 
 
 4 B'lt pow'r divine can do the deed, 
 And much to feel that pow'r I need; — 
 Come Holy Spirit, and refine. 
 
 And move and melt this heart of mine. 
 
 Hart. 
 
 HYMxN" 153. P. M. 
 
 The way to Zion. 
 
 1 rpHERE is a land of pleasure," 
 
 J- Where streams of joy forever roll, 
 'Tis there I have my treasure, 
 
 And there I hope to rest my soul; 
 Lon? darkness dwelt around me. 
 
 With scarcely once a cheering ray; 
 But since my Saviour found me, 
 
 A lamp has shin'd along my way. 
 
 2 My way is full of danger. 
 
 But 'tis the path that leads to God, 
 And like a faithful soldier, 
 
 I'll boldly march along the road: 
 Now I must gird my sword on. 
 
 My breastplate, helmet, and my shield. 
 And fight tbe hosts of Satan, 
 
 Until I reach the heavenly field. 
 
 3 I'm on my way to Zion, 
 
 Still guided by my Saviour's hand: 
 Oh, come along, poor sinners. 
 
 And see Immanuel's happy land; 
 To all that stay behind me, 
 
 I bid a long, a long farewell; 
 Come now, or you'll repent it, 
 
 When you shall reach the gates of helL 
 
 4 The vale of tears surrounds me. 
 
 And Jordan's current rolls before: 
 Oh! how I stand and tremble, 
 
 To hear the dismal waters roar: 
 Whose hand shall then support me, 
 
 And keep my soul from sinking there, 
 8 
 
104 THE CTIRISTIAX/ 
 
 From einking down to darkness 
 And to tlie res^ions of despair? 
 
 5 This stream sliall not afTri^lit me, 
 
 Altliousjh 'tis deeper tliau the grave; 
 If Jesus stand ho^ide me, 
 
 I'll smoothly ride on Jordan's ware: 
 His word has calm'd the ocean, 
 
 His lamp has ciieer'd the i^loomy vale; 
 Oh! may this friend he witli nie, 
 
 When tlirough the gates of death I sail. 
 
 6 Soon the archangel's trumpet. 
 
 Shall rork the clobe from pole to pole, 
 And all the wiieels of nature 
 
 Shall in a moment cease to roll: 
 Tlien we shall see tiie Saviour, 
 
 With shining ranks of angels, come, 
 To execute his venseancc. 
 
 And take his faithful servant home. 
 
 Cumpbell. 
 
 HYMN 154. 8s. 7s. Crockett. 
 The Saviour^s Merit, 
 
 1 QAVIOUR, I do feel thy merit, 
 >!3 Sprinkled with redeeming Mood, 
 And my weary trouhicd spirit, 
 
 Now finds rest with thee, my God. 
 I am safe, and I am happy. 
 
 While in thy dear arms I lie; 
 Sin and Satan cannot hurt me, 
 
 While my Sav^iour is so nigh. 
 
 2 Glory, glory, glory, glory. 
 
 Glory be to God on high; 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory. 
 
 Sing hie praises' through the sky: 
 Glory, glory, giorj', glory. 
 
 Glory to the Father give. 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory. 
 
 Sing his praises all that live. 
 
 3 Now I'll sing my Saviour's merit- 
 
 Tell the world of his dear name, 
 That if any want his Spirit, 
 He ia BtiU the very same. 
 
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 He that asketh soon receiveth, 
 
 He that seeks is sure to find; 
 Whosoe'er on him believeth, 
 
 He will never cast behind. 
 
 4 Glory, glorj', glory, glory, 
 
 Glorious Christ of heav'nly birth; 
 Glo.y, glory, glory, glory, 
 
 Sing his praises through the earth. 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory, 
 
 Glory to the Spirit be; 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory. 
 
 To the sacred one in three. 
 
 5 Now our Advocate is pleading. 
 
 With his Fatlier and our God; 
 And for us is interceding, 
 
 As the purchase of his blood; 
 Now, niethniks, I hear him pjaying, 
 
 Father! save them — I have died; 
 And the Father answers, saying, 
 
 They are freely justified. 
 
 6 Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy, 
 
 Worthy is the Lamb of God, 
 Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy, 
 
 Who hath wash'd us in his blood. 
 Holy, holy, holy, holy. 
 
 Holy is the Lord of hosts, 
 Holy, "holy, holy, holy, 
 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! 
 
 HYMN 155. lis. Portuguese. Hymn. 
 The Lord will See, or Provide. Gen. xxii. 14. 
 
 1 rpHO' troubles assail, and dangers affright, 
 J. Tho' friends should all fail, and foes all unite, 
 Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide — 
 The scripture assures us, tlie Lord will provide. 
 
 2 [The birds, without barn or storehouse, are fed; 
 From them let us learn to trust for our bread: 
 
 ■ His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied, 
 So long as 'tis written, the Lord will provide. 
 
 3 We may, like the ships, by tempests be tost. 
 On perilous deeps, but cannot be lost; 
 
 Tho' Satan enrages the wind and the tide, 
 The promise engages the Lord will provide.] 
 
106 THE cnursTiAN. 
 
 4 Hi3 call we obey, like Abrah'm of old, 
 
 Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold; 
 For tlio' we are strangers, we have a pood guide, 
 And trust in all dangers, the Lord will provide. 
 
 5 [When Satan appears to stop up our path, 
 And fill us with fears, we Iriuuiph by faith. 
 He cannot take from us, tho' oft he has tried. 
 This heart-cheering promise, the Lord will pro- 
 vide. 
 
 6 He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain — 
 The good that we seek, we ne'er shall obtain; 
 But when such suggestions our spirits have i)licd, 
 This answers all questions, the Lord will pro- 
 vide. 
 
 7 No st-cngth of our own, or goodness we claim; 
 Yet since we have known the Saviour's great 
 
 name, 
 In this, our strong tow'r, for safety we hide. 
 The Lord is our pow'r — the Lord will provide. 
 
 8 When life sinks apace, and death is in view, 
 This word of his i,'race shall comfort us thro*; 
 No fearing or doubtin;:, with Christ on our side, 
 We hope to die shouting— the Lord will provide, 
 
 JVewton. 
 
 HYMN 156. L. M. ^ppleton. 
 The Glorious J\Iystery. 
 
 1 I^H. why was I not left behind, 
 \J VV^ith thousand others of mankind, 
 Who run the dang'rous, sinful race. 
 And die, and never taste his grace? 
 
 2 No mortal can a reason find; 
 'Tis mercy free — 'tis grace divine; 
 Oh, 'tis a glorious mystery. 
 
 And will be— to eternity. 
 
 HYMN 157. 6. 9. Rowley. 
 Exultation. 
 
 1 /^OME away to the skies, 
 \j My beloved arise. 
 And rejoice in the day thou wast bom; 
 Ou this festival day, 
 
THE CHRISTIAN. 107 
 
 Come exulting away, 
 And with singing, to Zion return. 
 
 2 We have laid up our love. 
 With our treasure above. 
 
 Though our bodies continue below; 
 
 Tlie redeem'd of the Lord, 
 
 We remember his word, 
 And with singing, to Paradise go. 
 
 3 For thy glory we were 
 First created, to share 
 
 Both thy nature nnd kingdom divine; 
 
 Now created again, 
 
 That our souls may remain, 
 Both fn time and eternity thine. 
 
 4 With thanks we approve 
 The design of thy love, 
 
 Which hath join'd us in Jesus' name. 
 
 So united in heart. 
 
 That we never can part — 
 We shall meet at the feast of the Lamb. 
 
 5 There, O, there at his feet. 
 We shall joyfully meet. 
 
 And be parted in body no more; 
 
 We shall sing to our lyres, 
 
 W^ith the heavenly choirs. 
 And our Saviour in glory adore. 
 
 6 Hallelujah we sing. 
 
 To our Father and King, 
 And his rapturous praises repeat; 
 
 To the Lamb that was slain, 
 
 Hallelujah again; — 
 Sing all heaven "and fall at his feet. 
 
 HYMxV 158. C. M. 
 A Better World in Prospect. 
 1 ^'T^WAS told me in my early day, 
 X That pleasure's stream did flow, 
 Gently beside life's peaceful way; 
 I have not found it so. 
 S I thought there grew on earthly ground, 
 Some buds without decay; 
 But not a single flower I've found, 
 That does not fade away. 
 
108 PUBLIC WORSHIP. 
 
 3 I wish to see a fairer world; 
 
 IVe heard of one on higli, 
 Where every tear, by one kind hand, 
 Is wip'd from every eye. 
 
 4 'Tis said the king of that hriuht place, 
 
 Still welcomes trav'lers there: 
 O, come and let us seek his grace! 
 Unseen, he hears our prayer. — Dr. J^elson. 
 
 PUBLIC AVORSHIP. 
 
 IIYMX 159. L. M. Lindon. 
 Dedication of a Church. 
 H T^HE perfect world, by Adam trod, 
 JL Was the first temple built for God; 
 His fiat laid the corner stone. 
 And heav'd its pillars one by one. 
 
 2 He hung its starry roof on high, 
 The broad illimitable sky; 
 
 He spread its pavements, green and bright, 
 And curtained it by morning light. 
 
 3 The mountains in their places stood, 
 The sea, and sky and all was good. 
 And when his first pure praises rang. 
 The morning stars together sang. 
 
 4 Lord, 'tis not curs to make the sea. 
 And earth, and skies, a house for thee, 
 But in thy siiiht, our oifering stands, 
 All humble temple made with hands. 
 
 5 We cannot hid the morning star. 
 To sing how bright thy glories are; 
 But Lord, if thou wilt meet us here. 
 
 Thy praise shall be the christian's lear.-rTi'WtV- 
 
 HYMN 160. S. M. Lisbon. 
 The Pleasures of Social Worship. 
 
 1 TTOW charming is the place, 
 Xl Where my Redeemer, God, 
 Unveils the beauties of his face. 
 
 And sheds his love abroad! 
 
 2 Not the fair palaces. 
 
 To which the great resort. 
 
PUBLIC WORSHIP. 109 
 
 Are once to be compar'd with this, 
 Where Jesus holds his court. 
 
 3 Here, on the mercy seat, 
 
 With radiant glory crown'd, 
 Our joyful eyes heliold him sit, 
 And smile on all around. 
 
 4 To him their pray'rs and cries. 
 
 Each humble soul presents: 
 He listens to their broken sighs, 
 And grants them all tlieir wants. 
 
 5 To them his sov'reign will 
 
 He graciously imparts: 
 And in return accepts, with smiles, 
 The tribute of their hearts. 
 
 6 Give me, O Lord, a place 
 
 Within thy blest abode. 
 Among the children of thy grace, 
 The servants of my God. 
 
 HYMX 161. L. M. Ward. 
 The Happiness of humble worship. Psalm Ixxxiv. 
 
 1 TTOW lovely, how divinely sweof, 
 XI O Lord, thy sacred courts appear! 
 Fain would my longing passions meet 
 
 The glories of thy presence there. 
 
 2 O, Mest the men, blest their employ. 
 
 Whom thy indulgent favors raise. 
 To dv.-ell in those abodes or joy, 
 And sing thy never-ceasing praise. 
 
 3 Happy the men, wiiom strenath divine, 
 
 With ardent love and zeal inspires: 
 Whose steps to thy blest way incline. 
 With willing hearts and warm desires. 
 
 4 One day within thy sacred gate, 
 
 AtTords more real joy to me, 
 Than thousands in the tents of state: 
 The meanest place is bliss with thee. 
 
 5 God is a sun: our brightest day 
 
 From his reviving presence flows; 
 God is a shield, through all the way. 
 To guard us from surrounding foes. 
 40 
 
110 PUBLIC "WORSHIP. 
 
 6 He pours his kindest blessings down, 
 
 Profusely down, on souls sincere; 
 And grace sliall guide, and glory crown, 
 Tlie liappy fav 'rites of his care. 
 
 7 O Lord of hosts, thou God of grace, 
 
 How blest, divinely blest is he. 
 Who trusts thy love, and seeks thy face. 
 And fixes all his hopes on theel— Steele. 
 
 HYMN 1G2. L. M. Southfield. 
 forms vain without. Religion. 
 LMIGHTY Maker, God! 
 
 'A^H* 
 
 low wondrous is thy namel 
 Thy glories have diffus'd abroad 
 Through the creation's frame! 
 
 2 Nature, in ev'ry dress, 
 
 Her humble honiage paj's, 
 And finds a thousand ways t' express. 
 Thine undissemhled praise, 
 
 3 My soul would rise and sing. 
 
 To her Creator too; 
 Fain would my touL'ue adore my King, 
 And pay the worship due. 
 
 4 [But pride, that busy sin. 
 
 Spoils all that I perform, 
 Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in. 
 And swells a haughty worm.] 
 
 5 Create my soul anew. 
 
 Else all my worship's vain; 
 This wretched heart will ne'er be true, 
 Uinil 'tis forni'd again. 
 
 6 Let joy and worship spend 
 
 The remnant of my days. 
 And to my God my soul ascend, 
 In sweet perfumes of praise. — Watts. 
 
 HYMN 163. 7s. JTorwich. 
 I will not let thee go unless thou bless me. Gen. 
 xxxii. 26. 
 1 T ORD, I cannot let thee go, 
 \ JLd Till a blessing thou bestow: 
 
PBULIf' wnuanrp. Ill 
 
 Do not turn away thy face, 
 Mine's an urgent, pressing case.' 
 
 2 Dost thou ask me who I am? 
 
 Ah! my Lord, thou know'st my name; 
 Yet the question gives a plea. 
 To support my suit with thee. 
 
 3 Thou didst once a w^retch behold, 
 In rebellion blindly bold, 
 
 Scorn thy grace, thy power defy: — 
 That poor rebel. Lord was 1. 
 
 4 Once a sinner near despair, 
 Sought thy mercy-seat by pray'r; 
 Mercy heard, and set him free; 
 Lord, that mercy came to me. 
 
 5 Many days have pass'd since then, 
 Many changes I have seen; 
 
 Yet have been upheld till now; 
 Who could hold me up but thou? 
 
 6 Thou hast help'd in evVy need; 
 This emboldens me to plead; 
 After so much mercy past, 
 Canst thou let me sink at last? 
 
 7 No— I must maintain my hold, 
 'Tis thy goodness makes me bold; 
 I can no denial take. 
 
 When I plead for Jesus' sake. 
 HYMN 164. C. M. Spencer. 
 The successful Resolve— Twill go in unto the King: 
 Esther iv. 16. 
 
 1 I^OME, humble sinner, in whose breast, 
 w A thousand thoughts revolve; 
 Come, with your £uilt and fear opprest, 
 
 And make this last resolve; 
 
 2 "I'll go TO Jesus, tlioush my sin, 
 
 Hath like a mountain rose; 
 I know his courts, I'll enter in, 
 Whatever may oppose. 
 
 3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 
 
 And their my guilt confess; 
 I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone; 
 Without his povereign grace. 
 
112 PUDLTr" WnTJSTTTP. 
 
 4 "I'll to the gracious King approach, 
 
 Whose sceptre pardon gives; 
 Perhaps he may command my touch, 
 And then the suppliant lives. 
 
 5 "Perhaps he will admit my plea. 
 
 Perhaps will hear my prayer; 
 But if I perish, I will pray. 
 And perish only there. 
 
 6 "I can but perish, if I go; 
 
 I am resolv'd to try: 
 For, if I stay away, I know, 
 I must for ever die.'^— Jones. 
 
 HYMN 165. S. M. Elton. 
 He beheld the City and wept over it. John xix. 1. 
 
 1 "r\ID Christ o'er sinners weep, 
 AJ And shall our cheeks be dry? 
 Let floods of penitential grief, 
 
 Burt . forth from ev'ry eye. 
 
 2 The Son of God in tears, 
 
 Angels with wonder see! 
 Be thou astonish'd, O my soul, 
 lie shed those tears for thee. 
 
 3 He wept that we might weep; 
 
 Each sin demands a tear; 
 In heav'n alone no sin is found, 
 
 And there's no weeping there. — Beddome. 
 HYiMN 166. C. M. Dedham. 
 J\row is the accepted Time, 
 
 1 /^OME, guilty souls, and flee away, 
 V> To Christ, and heal your wounds; 
 This is the welcome gospel-day. 
 
 Wherein free grace abounds. 
 
 2 God lov'd the church, and gave his Son, 
 
 To drink the cup of wrath: 
 And Jesus says he'il cast out none, 
 That come to him by faith. 
 HYMN 167. S. M. Olneij. 
 Importunate Praijci: Luke xviii. 1 — 7. 
 1 TESUS, who knows full well 
 •I The heart of ev'ry saint. 
 
PUBLIC WORSHIP. 113 
 
 Invites us all our griefs to tell, 
 To pray and never faint. 
 
 2 He bows his gracious ear, 
 
 We never plead in vain; 
 Then let us wait till he appear 
 And pray, and pray again. 
 
 3 Tho' unbelief su<rgest, 
 
 Why should we longer wait? 
 He bids us never give him rest, 
 But knock at mercy's gate. 
 
 4 Jesus, the Lord will hear 
 
 His chosen when they cry: 
 Yes, tho' he seem awhile to bear, 
 He'll help them from on high. 
 
 5 His nature, truth and love. 
 
 Engage him on their side; 
 When they are griev'd, his bowels move, 
 They will not be deny'd. 
 
 6 Then let us earnest cry, 
 
 And never faint in pray'r, 
 He sees, he hears, and from on higii, 
 Will make our cause his care. 
 
 HYMN 168. C. M. Peterborough. 
 Faith's Revicio and Expectation. 
 
 1 A IMAZING grace! (how sweet the sound,) 
 XjL That sav'd a wretch like me! 
 
 I once was lost, but now am found. 
 Was blind but now I see. 
 
 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, 
 
 And grace my fears reliev'd; 
 How precious did that grace appear. 
 The hour I first believ'd! 
 
 3 Thro' many dangers, toils and snares, 
 
 I have already come, 
 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, 
 And grace will lead me home. 
 
 4 The Lord has promis'd good to me, 
 
 His word my hope secures; 
 He will my shield and portion be. 
 As long as life endures. 
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114 PUBLIC WORSHir. 
 
 5 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fall, 
 
 And mortal life sliall cease; 
 I shall possess within tlie vail, 
 A life of joy and peace. 
 
 6 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, 
 
 The sun forbear to shine; 
 But God wlio call'd me here below, 
 Shall be forever mine. 
 
 HYMN 169. C. ]\I. LitcJifield. 
 Supplicaiion. 
 
 1 /^OME, Lord, and warm each languid heart; 
 v^* Inspire each lifeless tonjrue; 
 
 And let tlie J03S of heav'n impart 
 Their influ'nce to our song. 
 
 2 Come, Lord, thy love alone can raise 
 
 In us the heav'nly flame; 
 Then shall our lips resound thy praise, 
 Our hearts adore thy name. 
 
 3 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine. 
 
 And fill thy dwellings here, 
 Till life, and love, and joy divine, 
 A heav'n on earth appear. — Steele. 
 
 HYMiSr 170. 8s. 7s. 4s. Sicilian Hymn. 
 At Dismission. 
 
 1 T ORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, 
 JLi Fill our hearts with joy and peace; 
 Let us each, thy love possessing. 
 
 Triumph in redeeming grace: 
 O refresh us! 
 Trav'ling through this wilderness. 
 
 2 Thanks we give, and adoration. 
 
 For thy Gospel's joyful sound; 
 May the "fruits of tliy salvation 
 
 In our hearts and "lives abound: 
 May thy presence 
 With us evermore be found! 
 
 3 So, when'er the signal's given, 
 
 Us from eartli to call away; 
 Borne on angels' wings, to heaven. 
 Glad to leave our cumbrous clay, 
 
PUBLIC WORSHIP. 115 
 
 May we ready 
 Rise, and reign in endless day! 
 
 HYMN 17]. S. M. Stonington. 
 Love to the Church. Psalms, cxxxvii. 5— f 
 
 1 T LOVE tJiy Kingdom, Lord, 
 L The house of thine abode. 
 
 The Church our blest Redeemer sav'd. 
 With his own precious blood. 
 
 2 Beyond my highest joy, 
 
 I prize her heav'nly ways, 
 Her sweet communion, solemn vows. 
 Her hymns of love and praise. 
 
 3 For her my tears shall fall; 
 
 For her my prayers ascend; 
 To her my cares and toils be piven, 
 'Till toils and cares shall end. 
 
 4 Sure as thy truth shall last, 
 
 To Z'ion shall be given, 
 The brightest glories earth can yield. 
 And brighter bliss of heaven.— Z)M2g-/tt. 
 
 HYMN 172. C. M. 
 Heaven Anticipated. 
 
 1 OLEEP not, the Saviour cries, 
 kJ On this low earthly ground — 
 Press on, press on, above the skies. 
 
 There shall your rest be found. 
 Where the pilgrim reposes, 
 
 The fields are all green; 
 There -day never closes, 
 
 Nor clouds intervene. 
 Oh, the forms that are there! 
 
 Such as eye hath not seen — 
 Oh, the songs they sing there, 
 
 With hosannas let.veen. 
 While the river of life luns freely. 
 
 2 On earth, cold storms will rise. 
 
 And clouds obscure the sun — 
 
 For rest the pilgrim vainly sighs, 
 
 But there his march is done. 
 
 Where tlie pilgrim reposes, 4-e. 
 
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 3 My soul be not dismay'd, 
 
 'But gird thee for the race— 
 
 I'll ask, I'll ask his hourly aid, 
 
 To reach that happv place, 
 
 Where the pilgriai reposes, &:c. 
 Dr. Nelson. 
 
 HYMN 173. C. M. Bolton. 
 Trust in Providence. 
 
 1 TTTHTLST thee I seek, protecting Power! 
 
 W Be my vain wishes still'd; 
 And may this consecrated hour, 
 With better hopes be fiU'd. 
 
 2 Thy love the po'.v'r of thousht bestow'd, 
 
 To thee my thouglits would soar; 
 Thv mercy o'er my life has flow'd; 
 That mercy I adore. 
 
 3 In each event of life, how clear 
 
 Thy ruling hand I see! 
 Each blessing to my soul most dear. 
 Because confcrr'd by thee. 
 
 4 In every joy that crowns my days. 
 
 In every pain I bear. 
 My heart shall find delight in praise, 
 Or seek relief in prayer. 
 
 5 When gladness wings my favor'd hour. 
 
 Thy love mv thouslits shall fill: 
 Resis'n'd, when storms of sorrow low'r, 
 My soul shall meet thy will. 
 
 6 My lifted eve, without a tear, 
 
 The gath'ring storm shall see; 
 My steadfast heart shall know no fear; 
 That heart will rest on thee.— TVilUams 
 
 HYMN 174. C. ]M. Marlow. 
 For Christian Conference. 
 
 1 /~\ LORD, our languid souls inspire, 
 \J For here we trust thou art! 
 Send down a coal of heav'nly fire. 
 
 To warm each waiting heart. 
 
 2 Show us some tokens of thy love, 
 
 Our fainting hope to raise; 
 And pour thy blessings from above, 
 That we may render praise. 
 
PUBLIC WORSHIP. 117 
 
 3 Within these walls let holy praise, 
 
 And love and concord dwell: 
 Here give the troubled conscience ease, 
 The wounded spirit heal, 
 
 4 The feeling heart, the melting eye, 
 
 Tiie humble mind bestow; 
 And sliine upon us from on high, 
 To make our graces grow. 
 
 5 May we in faith receive thy word, 
 
 In faith present our pray'rs; 
 And in the presence of our Lord, 
 Unbosom all our cares. 
 
 6 And may the gospel's joyful sound, 
 
 Enforc'd hy mighty grace, 
 Awaken sinners all around, 
 To come and fill the place.— JVewton. 
 
 HYMN 175. C. M. Carinth. 
 Evening Twilight. 
 
 1 T LOVE to steal awhile away, 
 J. From every cum'bring care, 
 
 And spend the hours of setting day, 
 In humble, grateful prayer. 
 
 2 I love in solitude to shed 
 
 The penitential tear, 
 And all His promises to plead. 
 Where none but God can hear. 
 
 3 I love to think on mercies past, 
 
 And future good implore, 
 Ard all my care and sorrows cast, 
 On him whom I adore. 
 
 4 I love hy faith to take a view 
 
 Of brighter scenes in heav'n; 
 The prospect doth my strength renew, 
 While here by tempests driv'n. 
 
 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, 
 
 May its departing ray, 
 Be calm as this impressive hour, 
 And lead lo endless day. 
 
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 HYMN 176. C. M. Patmos. , 
 Regeneration. John iii. 5—7. 
 
 1 QINNERS, this solemn truth regard, 
 O Hear all ye sons of men; 
 
 For Christ the Saviour liath declar'd, 
 "Ye must be born again." 
 
 2 Whate'er might be 30ur birth or blood, 
 
 The sinner's boast is vain; 
 Thus saith the glorious Son of God, 
 " Ye must be born again." 
 
 3 Our nature's totally deprav'd — 
 
 The heart a sink of sin; 
 Without a change: we can't be sav'd: 
 " Ye must be born again." 
 
 4 Spirit of life thy grace impart, 
 
 And breathe on sinners slain; 
 Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart, 
 That we are born again. — IJoskins. 
 
 HYMN 177. C. M. .Arlington. 
 Behold he Prayeth. Acts ix. 11. 
 
 1 T>RAYER is the soul's sincere desire, 
 JL Unuttcr'd or exp'css'd. 
 
 The motion of a hidden fire 
 That trembles in the breast. 
 
 2 Pray'r is the burden of a sigh, 
 
 The falling of a tear; 
 The upward glancing of an eye, 
 When none lut God is near. 
 
 3 Pray'r is the simplest form of speech 
 
 That infant lips can try; 
 Pray'r the sublinicst strains that reach 
 The majesty on high. 
 
 4 Pray'r is the christian's vital breath. 
 
 The christian's native air, 
 His watchword at tl:e gate of death — 
 He enters heav'n with pray'r. 
 
 5 Pray'r is the contrite sinner's voice. 
 
 Returning from his ways, 
 Wliile angels in their songs rejoice. 
 And Bay,—" Behold he pray8."-Jlfo7i<o'07n'ry. 
 
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 HYMN 178. C. M. Wilmingttm. 
 Christ the Shepherd. 
 
 1 OEE Israel's gentle shepherd stands, 
 JO With all engasing charm?; 
 Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, 
 
 And folds them in his arms. 
 
 2 "Permit them to approach," he cries, 
 
 " Nor scorn their humble name: 
 For 'twas to Mess such souls as these, 
 The Lord of angels came." 
 
 3 We brin<r them. Lord, in thankful hands, 
 
 And yield them up to thee; 
 Joyful that we ourselves are thine, 
 Thine, let our offspring be. 
 
 4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear; 
 
 Ye children seek his face; 
 And fly with transports to receive 
 The blessings of his grace. 
 
 5 If orphans they are left behind. 
 
 Thy guardian care we trust; 
 That care shall heal our bl'^eding heart, 
 If weeping o'er their dnst.— Doddridge. 
 
 HYMx\ 179. 8s, 7s, S^ 4s. 
 Teachers Hymn. 
 
 1 "OLESSED Saviour— thou hast told U3, 
 JlJ In tlie midst of two or three. 
 Thou art present to behold us. 
 
 If we humbly call on thee: 
 Blessed promise! — 
 May we, thy salvation see. 
 
 2 Lord we bring our charge before thee; 
 
 Little ones of thine own fold; 
 Teach them. Saviour, to adore thee. 
 
 As those children did of old, 
 Who sun? praises — 
 Whiie tile hearts of men were cold. 
 
 3 O! instruct us, gracious Master, 
 
 While those tender lambs we guide. 
 May we lead them to green pasture, 
 By the living waters' side; 
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120 MISSIONS. 
 
 Where tlie fountain 
 Of salvation, pours its tide. 
 4 Haste the time, when all the islands 
 In the bosom of the sea; 
 When the low-lands, plams, and high-lands. 
 
 Shall resound with praise to tnee; 
 And all children,— 
 ShaU their God and Saviour see. 
 
 James B. Walker. 
 
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 HYMN 180. 8s. 7g. Crockett, 
 aiorious Thivgs spoken of Zior,,the City of Gvd,' 
 Psalm Ixxxvii. Isaiah xxxm. 20, 21. 
 1 i^LORIOUS thinss of thee are spoken, 
 Ijr Zion, city of our God! 
 He whose word caimot he broken, 
 
 Form'd thee for his own abode: 
 On the Rock of Ages founded, 
 
 What can shake thy sure repose? 
 With salvation's walls surrounded. 
 Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 
 o rSen! the streams of living waters, 
 Sprin?ir,2 from eternal love, 
 Well supply thy sons and daughters. 
 
 And all fear of want remove: 
 Who can faint, while such a river 
 Ever flows, thy thirst l' assuage? 
 Grace, which like tlie Lord, the grver. 
 Never fails from age to age. 
 
 3 Round each habitation hov'ring, 
 
 See the cloud and fire appear! 
 For a slory and a cov'rini. 
 
 Showing that the Lord is near: 
 Thus deriving from their banner 
 
 Liijht by niirht, and shade ..y day, 
 Eafe^they feed upon tbf manna. 
 
 Which he gives t!iem when they pray.J 
 
 4 Blest inhabitants of Zion, 
 
 Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood! 
 
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 Jesus, whom iheir souls rely on, 
 Makes them kings and priests to God; 
 
 'Tis his love his people raises. 
 Over self to reign as kings: 
 
 And as priests his solemn praises 
 Each for a thank-off'ring brings. 
 
 5 Saviour, if of Zion's city, 
 
 I through grace a member am; 
 Let tlie 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'a children know. 
 
 HYMN 181. C. M. J\Iarlow. 
 tTie Increase of the Church, promised and pleaded, 
 
 1 T7ATHER, is not thy promise pledged, 
 J? To thine exalted son, 
 
 That through the nations of the earth 
 Thy word of life shall run? 
 
 2 "Ask, and I give the Heathen lands 
 
 For thine inheritance, 
 And to the world's remotest shores 
 Thine empire shall advance." 
 
 3 Hast thou not said, the blinded Jews 
 
 Shall their Redeemer own; 
 While gentiles to his standard crowd, 
 And bow before his throne? 
 
 4 When shall th' untutor'd Indian tribes, 
 
 A dark bewilder'd race. 
 Sit down at our Immanlel's feet, 
 And learn, and feel his grace? 
 
 5 Are not all kingdoms, tribes, and tongue9> 
 
 Under the expanse of heaven. 
 To the dominion of thy Son, 
 Without exemption, given? 
 
 6 From east to west, from north to south, 
 
 Then be his name ador'dl 
 Europe, with all thy millions, shout 
 Hoaannae to thy Lord: 
 
122 MISSIONS. 
 
 7 Asia and Africa, resound 
 
 From shore to shore his fame: 
 And thou, America, in songs, 
 Redeeming love proclaim! 
 
 HYMN 1S2. L. M. Part I. Lindon. 
 Longing for the Latter-day Glory. 
 
 1 TTOW many rears has man been driv'n, 
 Xl Far oft' from happiness and heav'n; 
 When wilt thou, gracious Lord, restore 
 Thy wand'ring church to roam no more? 
 
 2 Six thousand years are nearly past. 
 Since Adam from thy sight ^vas cast; 
 And ever since, his fallen race. 
 From age to age, are void of grace. 
 
 3 When v:\\\ the happy trump proclaim 
 The iudsment of the martyr'd Lamb? 
 When shall the captive troops be free. 
 And keep the eternal Jubilee! 
 
 4 Hasten it, Lord, in ev'ry land; 
 
 Send thou thine anjiels, and command, 
 "Go sound deliv'rance; loudly blow 
 Salvation to the saints below.'' 
 
 5 We want to have the day appear! 
 The promis'd great sabbatic year. 
 When, far from grief, aTid sin, and hell, 
 Israel in ceaseless peace shall dwell. 
 
 6 Till then, we will not let thee rest, 
 Thou still Shalt hear our strong request; 
 And this our daily pray'r shall be. 
 Lord, sound the trump of Jubilee. 
 
 HYMN 183. L. M, Part II. Lindon. 
 Prayer to Ood for his special Interposition in 
 Spreading the Gospel. Zech. ix. 13—16. 
 ■t ,, TTOW" long, O God, " has man been driv'n; 
 XJ. Far off from happiness and heav'n! 
 When wilt thou" graciously "rcstorf" 
 Thy banish'd sons, to rove no more? 
 2 For near six thousand years, thy foe 
 Has triumph'd over all below; 
 
MISSIONS. 1;23 
 
 Save that a little flock is found, 
 
 With rav'ning wolves encompass'd ro>:';:1. 
 
 3 Shall not the Lamb, who once was a ai.i. 
 An ample compensation gain, 
 
 And many liappy millions more 
 To happmfss and God restore? 
 
 4 From ev'ry nation, ev'ry tonsue, 
 A remnant must to liim belong; 
 Nor can there be too vile a race, 
 To furnish trophies of his grace. 
 
 5 Exert that pow'r which could subdue 
 The furious slau,:rhter-brcatliin2 Jew, 
 And make him in tl.y cause become, 
 Victorious over Greece and Rome. 
 
 6 Now, Lord, before thy servants go, 
 Let God himself the trumpet blow; 
 Hasten the Gospel Jubilee, 
 
 That bids a captive world be free. 
 
 HYMN 134. Ss, 7s, 4s. Greenville. 
 
 Prayer for a Revival. 
 
 AVTOUR, visit thy plantation; 
 
 'S 
 
 Grant us. Lord, a gracious rainl 
 AH will come to desolation. 
 Unless thou return again: 
 Lord, revive us, 
 All our help must come from tbee! 
 
 2 Surely once thy garden flourish'd. 
 
 Every part look'd gay and sreen; 
 Then thy word our spirits nourish'd, 
 Happy seasons we have seen! 
 
 Lord, S^c. 
 
 3 But a drought has since succeeded, 
 
 And a sad decline we see; 
 Lord thy help is greatly needed. 
 Help can only come from thee: 
 
 Lord, (^c. 
 
 4 Some in whom we once delighted, 
 
 We shall meet no more below; 
 
 Some, alas! we fear are blighted. 
 
 Scarce a single leaf they show: 
 
 Lord, ijc 
 
124 MISSIONS. 
 
 5 Dearest Saviour, hasten hither, 
 
 Thou canst make tliein bloom again; 
 O! permit them not to witlier, 
 Let not ail our hopes be vain. 
 
 Lord, S^c. 
 
 6 Let our mutual love be fervent. 
 
 Make us prevalent in prayers: 
 Let e xh one, estwniM thy servant. 
 Shun the world's bewitching snares. 
 
 Lord, <^-c, 
 
 7 Break the tempter's fatal power, 
 
 Turn the stony heart to flesh; 
 And beiiin from tliis sood hour 
 
 To revive thy work afresh: 
 Lord, revive us, 
 All our help must come from thee! 
 
 HYiLX 185. 8s, 7s, 4ci. OUphant. 
 Longing for the spread of the Gospel. 
 
 1 rVBR the gloomy hills of darkness, 
 \J Look, my soul, be still and gaze; 
 All the promises do travail 
 
 With a irloritnis day of grace: 
 Blcss'd Jubilee, 
 Let thy glorious morning dawn! 
 
 2 Let the Indian, let the Negro, 
 
 Let the rude barbarian see 
 That divine and glorious conquest, 
 
 Once ohtain'd on Calvary; 
 Let the Gospel 
 
 Loud resound from pole to pole. 
 a Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness. 
 Grant them, Lord, thy glorious light; 
 And from eastern coast to western. 
 May the morning chase the night. 
 And 'redemption. 
 Freely purchas'd, win the day. 
 4 Fly abroad, thou mighty Gospel, 
 Win and conquer, never cease; 
 May thy lasiine wide dominions 
 
 Muluply and still increase-, 
 Sway the sceptre. 
 Saviour, all the world around. 
 
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 HYMN 186. 63. 7s. Missionanj Symn. 
 Jflissionary Hymn. 
 
 1 "T^ROjI Greenland's icj' nionntaing, 
 S. From India's coral strand; 
 Where Afric's sunny fouritains 
 
 Roll down their uolden sand; 
 From many an ancient river, 
 
 From many a palmy plain. 
 They call us to deliver 
 
 Their land from error's chain. 
 
 2 What though the spicy breezes 
 
 Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, 
 Tboush" every prospect pieases, 
 
 And only man is vile; 
 In vain w'ith lavish kindness 
 
 The sifts of God are strown; 
 The heathen, in his blindness, 
 
 Pows down to wood and stone. 
 
 3 Shall we, wjiose souls are lighted 
 
 WUh wisdom from on high, 
 Shall we to men benighted 
 
 The Lamp of life deny? 
 Salvation! Oh Salvation! 
 
 The joyful sound proclaim, 
 Till eartJi's remotest nation 
 
 Has Icarn'd Messiah's name. 
 
 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story. 
 
 And you, ye waters, roll, 
 Til), like a sea of glory. 
 
 It spreads from pole to pole; 
 Till o'er our ransom'd nature, 
 
 The Lamb for sinners slain, 
 Redeemer, Kintr, Creator, 
 
 In bliss returns to reign.— Heber. 
 
 HYMN le7. 323. S; 9s. Oakham. 
 Mission to Palestine. 
 
 THEY have cone to the land where the patri- 
 archs rest, 
 Where the bones of the prophets are laid. 
 Where the chosen of Israel, the promise possess'd, 
 And Jehovah, his wonders 'lisplay'd: 
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126 MISSIONS. 
 
 To the land where the Saviour of sinners once ^ 
 trod, , , , J V, J 
 
 Where he labor'd, and languish'd, and bled; 
 Where he triumph'd o'er death, and ascended 
 to God, 
 As he captive, captivity led. 
 
 2 They have gone to the land where the gospel's 
 glad sound. 
 Sweetly tuned by the ansels above. 
 Was re-eclio'd on earth, through the regions 
 around. 
 In accents of heavenly love; 
 Where the Spirit descended in tokens of name, 
 
 The rich gifts of his grace to reveal; 
 Where apostles wrought signs in Immanuels 
 name. 
 The truth of their mission to seal. 
 
 3 They have gone— O, thou Shepherd of Israel- 
 have gone, 
 The "lad mission in love to restore; 
 Thou wilt not forsake them, nor leave them 
 alone; 
 Thy blessing we humb!y implore. 
 Thy blessing "go with them— O, be thou their 
 
 From the' shafts of the fowler that fly; 
 O Saviour of sinners, thine arm be reveal d 
 In mercy, in might, from on high. 
 
 HYMxX 188. lis. Daughter of Zion. 
 Zion Encouraged. 
 
 1 T\AUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sad- 
 
 Awakerfor thy foes shall oppress thee no 
 
 Bright"'o-^^r thy hills dawns the day-star of 
 gladness, . , _ 
 
 Arise, for the night of thy sorrow is o er. 
 
 2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdu'd 
 
 them, . ...^ -_. 
 
 And scattet'd their legions, was mightier far. 
 
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 They fled, like the chaff, from the scourge that 
 pursu'd them; 
 Vain were their steeds and their chariots of 
 war. 
 3 Dauffhter of Zion, tlie pow'r that hath sav'd thee, 
 Extoll'd with tlie harp and the timbrel should be; 
 Sliont! for tlie foo is destroy'd that enslav'd thee, 
 Th' oppressor is vanquish'd, and Zion is free. 
 
 HYMiN 189. 7s. Watchman tell us, {(C. 
 Watchmen. 
 ATCHMAM tell us of the night. 
 
 WATC 
 Wl 
 
 'liat its si^ns of promise are. 
 Traveler! o'er yon mountain's height. 
 
 See that glory beaming star! 
 WatchaTan! does its beauteous ray 
 
 Au2ht of hope or joy foretell? 
 Traveler! yes, it hrinss the day, 
 
 Promised day of Israel. 
 
 2 Watchman! tell us of the night, 
 
 Higher yet that star ascends. 
 Traveler! blessedness and light, 
 
 Ppace and truth, i*3 course portendsl 
 Watchman! will its beams alone 
 
 Gild the spot that gave them birth? 
 Traveler! asjes are its own, 
 
 See it bursts e'er all the earth. 
 
 3 Watchman! tell us of the night. 
 
 For the morning seems to dawn 
 Traveler! darkness takes its flight. 
 
 Doubt and terror are wilhdravv.i. 
 Watchman! let thy wanderings cease; 
 
 Hie thee to thy quiet honifi. 
 Traveler! lo! the Prince of Peace, 
 
 Lo! the Son of God is come! 
 
 HYMN 190. 8s, 7s, 4s. Fleming. 
 Farewell to Missionaries. 
 1 f\0, ye heralds of salvation, 
 \ vT Go, proclaim Piedeeming blood; 
 Publish to that barb'rous nation, 
 Peace and pardon from oiu God: 
 
128 MISSIONS. 
 
 Tell the heatlien, 
 None but Christ can do them good. 
 
 2 While the gospel trump 3'ouVe sounding, 
 
 May the Spirit seal the word, 
 And, throu^ii sov'reijn grace abounding, 
 Heathen, how and own the Lord; 
 
 Idols leaving, 
 God alone sliall be ador'd. 
 
 3 Distant tliouch our souls are blending. 
 
 Still our liearts are warm and true; 
 In our pray'rs to heav'u ascending, 
 Brethren — we'll renieinber you; 
 
 Hcav'n preserve you. 
 Safely all your journey through. 
 
 4 When your mission here is fii>:sh'd, 
 
 And your work on earth is done, 
 
 May your souls, by grace replenisli'd, 
 
 Find acceptance through the Son; 
 
 Thence admitted, 
 Dwell for ever near his throne. 
 
 5 Loud hosannas now resoundin?, 
 
 Make the I'.eav'nly arches ring: 
 Grace to sinful ren abounding, 
 Kansom'd millions sweetly sing; 
 
 While with rapture. 
 All ador«^, their heav'nly King, — Baldwin. 
 
 HYMN 191. L. M. DuJ;e Street. 
 For JilissionarT/ .^ssocictions. 
 
 1 \ SSEMBLED at thy great cominand, 
 XI. Before thy face, dread King, we stand; 
 The voice that marshali'd ev'ry star, 
 
 Has caii'd thy people from afar. 
 
 2 We meet, throush distant lands to spread 
 The truth for which the martyrs bled; 
 Along the line — to either pole — 
 
 The thunder of thy praise to roll. 
 
 3 First, bow our hearts beneath thy sway; 
 Then give thy growing empire way, 
 O'er wastes of sin— o'er fields of blood — 
 Till all mankind shall be subdu'd. 
 
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 4 Our pray'rs assist— accept our praise — 
 Our hopes revive — our courage raise — 
 Our counsels aid — and oft! impart 
 The single eje — the faithful heart! 
 
 5 Forth with thy chosen heralds come, 
 Kecall the wand'rin^ spirit home: 
 From Zion's mount send fortit the sound 
 To spread the spacious earth around. 
 
 Collyer. 
 HYMN 192. L. M. Lyman. 
 Restoration of Israel. Jer. xxxi. &. 
 
 1 rpHE trump of Israel's jubilee 
 
 JL Siirill sound aloud from Calvary, 
 And bid tiie wand'ring exiles — " Come, 
 " And find in Zion still a home." 
 
 2 Israel sliall hear — that thrillinsj sound 
 Shall reach to earth's remotest bound, 
 And gather to that holy place 
 
 The fugitives of Jacob's race. 
 
 3 Their exil'd tribes shall yet return, 
 Shall come to Calvary and mourn; 
 And, bow'd beneath Messiah's sway. 
 With willing nearts .lis rule obey.— Hyde. 
 
 HYMX 193. L. M, 
 The JMonthhj Concert. 
 
 1 ■pwELIGHTFUL thousrht! that sinners may 
 JlJ Connnune with God, by night and day, 
 And yet more sweet, that thousands now 
 Before his 'Jirone, in concert bow. 
 
 2 Oh, the dear fellowship of prayer. 
 Its promises, how vast they are! 
 
 The prayer of faith can make us rise, 
 On wings of light above the skies. 
 
 3 Great God, thy spirit now impart, 
 To lire with zeal each languid heart, 
 Send quickly down, that heavenly dove. 
 And warm us with a Saviour's love. 
 
 4 Thy kingdom spread, thy will be done, 
 From rising to the setting sun; 
 
 Thy praise extend from sea to sea. 
 And fill the vast eternity. 
 2 S 
 
130 MISSIONS. 
 
 5 Be this oiir prayer in every breath, 
 Tlirough life, an«i in the arn..= of death; 
 Wliile saints on earth, and suints above, 
 Shall join to sing redeeming love. 
 
 6 From distant climes may inrense rise, 
 And loud hosannas pierce the skies, 
 Till every idol throne shall fall. 
 
 And Christ be crown'd the Lord of all. 
 HYMN 194. C. M. 8, 7, 4. Coburn. 
 
 Day-Spring. Luke i- 78. 
 
 1 /CHRISTIAN, see the orient morning 
 V— ^ Breaks along tno her.thcn sky; 
 Lo! th' expected day is dawninc — 
 
 Glorious Dav-Syring from on liighl 
 
 Hallelujah"! 
 Hail! tlie Day-Spring from on high. 
 
 2 Heathens at the sight are singing; — 
 
 Morning wakes the tuneful lays, — 
 
 Precious ofT'ripgs thej' are hringing- 
 
 First fruits of more perfect praise: 
 
 Hallelujah! 
 Hail! the Day-Spring from on liigh. 
 
 3 Zion's Sun! salvation beamins — 
 
 Gilding now tlie radiant liills; 
 Eise ar;d sliine, till brighter gieaming 
 All the world thy glory fills: 
 
 Hallelujah! 
 Hail! the Day-Spring from on high. 
 
 4 Then the vallies, and the mcmtains 
 
 Breaking forth, in joy shall sing; 
 Tl;en the livirig crj'stai fountains 
 From the thirsty ground shall spring: 
 
 Hallelujah! 
 Hail! the Day-Spring from on high. 
 
 5 While the wilderness rejoices, 
 
 Roses sliall the desert cheer: 
 Then the dumb shall tune tlieir voices, 
 Blind shall .«ee, the deaf shcJl hear: 
 
 Hallelujah! 
 Hail! the Day-Spring from on high. 
 
 6 Lord, of every tribe and nation. 
 
 Spread thy truth from polo to pole; 
 
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 Spread the light of thy salvation, 
 'Till it shine on every soul: 
 
 Hallelujah! 
 Hail! the Day-Spring from on liigh. 
 
 HYMiV 195. gs, 7s, 4s. Carlow. 
 Latter-duy Dawning. Isaiah, lii. 10, 
 
 1 "fT'ES! v/e trust the day is breaking, 
 
 JL Joyful times are near at lia;-d: 
 God, tlie mighty God, is speaking 
 By his word in ev'ry land: 
 
 When lie cLooses, 
 Darkness flies at his command. 
 
 2 Let us hail the joyful season. 
 
 Let us hail the dawning ray: 
 When the Lord appears, tliere's reason 
 To expect a glorious day: 
 
 At his presence 
 Gloom and darkness flee away. 
 
 3 While the foe becomes more daring; 
 
 Whi!e he enters like a flood; 
 God the Saviour, is preparing 
 Means to spread his truth abroad; 
 
 Ev'ry language 
 Soon shall tell the love of God. 
 
 4 God of Jacob, high and glorious; 
 
 Let thy people see thy hand; 
 Let the gospel* be victorious. 
 
 Through the world in ev'ry land; 
 
 And the idols 
 Perish, Lord, at thy command. 
 
 HYMX I'JG. 8s, 8s, 6s. 
 Grace and Glory. 
 
 1 /^OME, brethren dear, wiio know the Lord, 
 v^ And taste the sweets of Jesus' word, 
 
 In Jesus' ways go on; 
 Our trouijles and our trials here, 
 Wi!l only make us richer there, 
 
 When we arrive at heme. 
 
 2 That glorious day is rolling on, 
 The gracious work is now begun, 
 
 Your 61113 he will forgive; 
 
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 O taste and see that grace is free 
 For all who will the call obey, 
 O come to Christ and live. 
 
 3 The worst of sinners here may find 
 A Saviour, pitiful and kind, 
 
 Who will tlieni all receive; 
 Tsone are too bad who do repent. 
 Out of one sinner legions went, 
 
 The Lo>-d did him relieve. 
 
 4 If sinners only knew the Lord, 
 And were acquainted with his word, 
 
 His sweet forgiving love. 
 They'd rush thro' storms of every kind, 
 And leave all earthly tilings behind, 
 
 To gain a crown al ove. 
 
 5 O there we'll reign, and praise, and sing. 
 And glorify our heavenly king, 
 
 When all the saints get lionie: 
 Come on, come on, my brethren dear. 
 Soon we shall meet together there, 
 
 For Jesus bids us come. 
 
 6 Amen, amen, my soul replies, 
 
 I'm bound to meet you in the skies. 
 
 And claim my mansion there: 
 Now here's my heart, and here's my hand. 
 To meet you in that heavenly land. 
 
 Where we shall part no more. 
 
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 HYMN 197. S. M. Watchman 
 Praise for ConversioJi. Psalm xvi. 16. 
 
 1 piOME, ye that fear the Lord 
 \y And listen, while I tell. 
 How narrowly my feet esrap'd 
 
 The snares of death and iiell. 
 
 2 The flattering joys of sense 
 
 Assail'd my foolish lieart, 
 While Satan, with malicious skill, 
 Guided the pois'nous dart. 
 
 3 I fell beneath the stroke. 
 
 But fell to rise again; 
 
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 My anguish rous'd me into life, 
 And pleasure sprung from pain 
 
 4 Darkness, and shame, and grief, 
 
 Oppress'd my gloomy mind; 
 I look'd around me for relief, 
 But no relief could find. 
 
 5 At length to God I cried; 
 
 He heard my plaintive sigh; 
 He heard, and instantly he sent 
 Salvation from on high. 
 
 6 My drooping head he rais'd; 
 
 My bleeding wounds he heal'd; 
 Pardon'd my sins; and, with a smile, 
 The gracious pardon scal'd. 
 
 7 O! may I ne'er forget 
 
 The mercy of my God; 
 Nor ever want a tongue to spread 
 His loudest praise abroad. 
 
 Dr. S. Stennett. 
 
 HYMX 193. C. M. Eastport. 
 .Bpostacy — uill ye also go away! 
 
 1 TT7HEN any turn from Zion's way, 
 
 VV (Alas! what numl ers do!) 
 
 Methtnks I hear my Saviour say, 
 
 " Wilt thou forsake me too?" 
 
 2 Ah, Lord! with such a heart as mine, 
 
 Unle.=5 thou hold me fast, 
 I feel I must, I shall decline, 
 And prove like them at last. 
 
 3 Yet thou alone hast pow'r, I know, 
 
 To save a wretch like me; 
 To whom, or whither could I go, 
 If I should turn from thee? 
 
 4 Bevond a doubt, I rest assur'd 
 
 thou art the Christ of God; 
 Who liast eternal life secur'd 
 By promise and by Hood; 
 
 5 The help of men and angels join'd 
 
 Could never reach my case; 
 
 Nor can I liope relief to find. 
 
 But in thy boundless grace. 
 
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 6 No voice but tliinc can give me rest, 
 
 And liid my fears depart: 
 No love I ut thine can make me bless'd, 
 And satisfy my heart. 
 
 7 Wliat an^uisli Jias tliat question stirr'd — 
 
 If I will also {TO? 
 Yet, Lord, relying on tliy word, 
 I huuii)ly answer, No! 
 
 HYMN 199. C. M. jMedJield. 
 
 ^fficulties in the way of Duty surmounted. Hinder 
 
 vie not. Cen. xxiv. 56. 
 
 1 TN all my Lord's appointed ways, 
 JL My journey I'll pursue; 
 
 Hinder me not, ye niucli-lov'd saints, 
 For I must go with you. 
 
 2 Tlirough duty, and through trials too, 
 
 I'll go at his command; 
 Hinder me not, for I am bound 
 To my Immancel's land. 
 
 3 And when my Saviour calls me home. 
 
 Still this my cry shall be, 
 Hinder me not, come welcome dcatli, 
 I'll gladly go with thee. 
 
 HYiMN 200. L. M. Ward. 
 JVot Jishamed of Christ. 
 
 1 TESlJPf and shall it ever be 
 
 •I A mortal man asham'd of thee! 
 Ashain'd of thee, whom angels praise, 
 Whose glories shine through endless days! 
 
 2 Asham'J of Jesus! sooner far 
 Let evening blush to own a star: 
 He sheds the beams of licht divine 
 O'er this benighted soul of mine. 
 
 3 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon 
 Let niidnicl-.t be asham'd of noon: 
 'Tis midnight with my soul till he 
 Bright Morning Star! bids darkntss flee. 
 
 4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend, 
 On whom my hopes of heav'n depend! 
 No; when I "blush— be this my shame, 
 Ttiat I no more revere his name. 
 
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 5 Asham'd of Jesus! yes I may, 
 When I've no guilt to wasli away, 
 No tear to wipe, no pood to crave, 
 No fears to quell, no soul to save. 
 
 6 Till then — nor is ray boasting vain — 
 Till then I hoast a Saviour slain! 
 And oh, may this my glory be. 
 
 That Christ is not asham'd of mel — Gregg, 
 
 HYMN 201. L. M. Lindon. 
 A Welcome to Christian Friends— At Meeting. 
 
 1 TT'IXDRED in Christ, for his dear sake, 
 JlV a hearty welcome here receive: 
 May we together now partake 
 
 Tlie jojs 'which only he can give. 
 
 2 To you and us by <:race 'tis giv'n. 
 
 To know tl'.e Saviour's precious name; 
 And shortly we sliall meet in heav'n. 
 Our hope, our way, our end, the same. 
 
 3 May he, by whose kind care we meet. 
 
 Send his good Spirit from above, 
 Make our communications sweet. 
 And cause our hearts to burn with love. 
 
 4 Forgotten be each worldly theme, 
 
 When Christians see each other thus; 
 We only wish to speak of him, 
 Who liv'd, and died, and reigns for us. 
 
 5 We'll talk of a'.l he did and said, 
 
 And s'UTer'd for us here below; 
 The path he mark'd for us to tread. 
 And what he's doing for us now. 
 
 6 Thus as the moments pass away. 
 
 We'll love, and wonder, and adore; 
 And hasten on the glorious day, 
 When v,e shall meet to part no more. 
 J^'cicton. 
 
 HYMN 203. C. M. Downf. 
 Heaven. 
 1 JERUSALEM, my happy home 
 O Oh, how I long for theel 
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 When wili my sorrows have an end? 
 Thy joys when shall I see? 
 
 2 Thy walls are all of precious stone, 
 
 Most srlorioiis to behold; 
 Thy <,'ates are richly sol with pearl, 
 Thy streets are pav'd with gold. 
 
 3 If heav'n he ihiu glorious, Lord, 
 
 Why should I stay from tlience. 
 What folly 'tis that I should dread 
 To die and go from hence! 
 
 4 Keach down, reach down thhie arm of grace, 
 
 And cause me to ascend, 
 Where congregations ne'er break up, 
 And sabhaths never end. 
 
 5 There we shall meet and no more part, 
 
 And heav'n shall ring with praise, 
 While Jesus' love hi ev'ry lieart 
 Shall tune the song of grace. 
 
 6 Millions of years around may run, 
 
 Our sous shall still "ro on; 
 To praise the Father and the Son, 
 And Spirit three h\ one. 
 
 HYMN 203. L. M. Uxhridge. 
 Pilgrim's Farewell. 
 
 ,J T7AREWELL, dear friends, I must be gone, 
 J^ I have no home or stay with you; 
 I'll take my stalf and travel on. 
 Till I a better world can view; 
 
 Fareu'ell, farewell, farewell 
 My loving friends farewell. 
 2 Farewell, my friends, time rolls along. 
 Nor waits for mortals rare or bliss, 
 1 leave you here, and travel on, 
 Till I arrive where Jesus is. 
 
 Farewell, S;c. 
 S Farewell, my hrethren in the Lord, 
 
 To you I'm bound in cords of love; 
 Yet we believe his gracious word, 
 That Boon we all shall meet above. 
 
 Farewell, ^c 
 
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 4 Farewell, old soldiers of the cross, 
 
 You've struggled long and hard for heav'n; 
 You've counted all things here but dross, 
 Fight on, the crowa shall soon be giv'n. 
 Farewell, d^c. 
 
 5 Firewell, re youthful sons of God, 
 
 Sore conflicts yet await for you: 
 Yet dauntless keep the heav'nly road, 
 
 'Till Canaan's I^appy land you view. 
 
 Fight on, fiuht on, fight on, 
 The crown shall soon be giv'n. 
 
 6 Farewell, poor careless sinner too, 
 
 It sjrieves my heart to leave you here, 
 Eternal veti_'cance waits for you; 
 
 O turn and find salvation near. 
 
 O turn, O turn, O turn. 
 And find salvation near. 
 
 HYMN 204 Ts. 6s. Mssionanj Hymn. 
 The Holy City. 
 
 1 rpHERE is a holy city, 
 X. i\ happy world above, 
 Beyond tlie starry rcsions. 
 
 Built by the God of love: 
 An everlasting temple. 
 
 And saints array'd in white. 
 They serve their great Redeemer, 
 
 They dwell with him in light. 
 
 2 That is no world of trouble. 
 
 The God of peace is there. 
 He wipes away their S()rrows, 
 
 He banishes their care; 
 Their joys are si ill increasing, 
 
 Their songs are ever new, 
 They praise the eternal Father, 
 
 The Son and Spirit too. 
 
 3 The meanest child of glorj' 
 
 Outshines the radiant sun; 
 But who can speak the splendor 
 
 Of that eternal throne; 
 Where Jesus sits exalted, 
 
 In godlike majesty! 
 The elders fall before liini. 
 
 The angels bend the knee. 
 
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 4 Is this the man of sorrow?, 
 
 Who stood at Pilate's bar, 
 Condemii'd by haughty Herod, 
 
 And by his men of war? 
 He seems a mighty conqweror. 
 
 Who spoil 'd the powers below, 
 And ransom'd many rapt Ives 
 
 From everlasting woe. 
 
 5 The hosts of saints around him. 
 
 Proclaim his work of srace; 
 The patriarclis and propliets, 
 
 And all the godly rare; 
 Some speak of fiery trials. 
 
 And tortures on their way, 
 They came from tribulation, 
 
 To everlasting day. 
 
 HYMxV 205. C. P. M. Sommerville. 
 Christian Evcourcgemcnt. 
 
 1 (^OJ^fE on, my partners in distress, 
 ^-^ My comrades thronsxh the v.ilderness, 
 
 Who still your bodies feel: 
 Awhile foruet your griefs and fears, 
 And look bevond this vale of tears. 
 
 To that celestial Jjill. 
 
 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, 
 L-ook forward to that heavenly place, 
 
 The saints' secure abode; 
 On faith's strong casle pinions rise. 
 And force your passnire to the skies, 
 
 And scale the mount of God. 
 
 3 Who suffer with our Master here, 
 We shall before liis fare appear. 
 
 And at his side sit down; 
 To patient faith the prize is sure; 
 And all that to the end endure 
 
 The cross, shall wear tJie crown. 
 
 4 Thrice blessed bliss-inspiring hope, 
 It lifts the fainting spirits up; 
 
 It bimss to life the dead! 
 Our conflicts here shail soon be past, 
 And you and I ascend at last 
 
 Triumphant with our bead. 
 
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 5 That great mysterious Deity, 
 
 We soon with open face shall see; 
 
 The beatific sight 
 Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise. 
 And wide diffuse the golden blaze 
 
 Of everlasting light. 
 
 6 The Father, shining on his throne; 
 The glorious co-eternal Son, 
 
 The Spirit one and seven; 
 Conspire our rapture to complete; 
 And lo! we fall before his feet, 
 
 And silence heightens heaven. 
 
 7 In liope of that ecstatic pause, 
 Jesus, we now sustain the cross, 
 
 And at thy footstool fall. 
 Till thou our hidden iife reveal. 
 Till thou our ravish'd spirits fill, 
 
 And God be all in all. 
 
 LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
 HYMN 205. C. M. Litckfield. 
 ^n Invitation to the Gospel Feast. Luke xiv. 22 
 
 1 TT'E wretched, hungry, starving poor, 
 
 JL I?eh<)id a royal feast! 
 Where Mercy spreads her bounteous store, 
 For every humble guest. 
 
 2 See Jesus stands with open arms: 
 
 He calls, he bids you come: 
 Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms; 
 But see there yet Is room. 
 
 3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart, 
 
 There love and pity meet; 
 
 Nor will he bid the uoul depart 
 
 That trembles at his feet. 
 
 4 In him the Fatiier reconciled, 
 
 Invites your souls to come; 
 
 The rebel shall be called a child, 
 
 And kindly welcom'd home. 
 
 5 Oh, come, and with his children taste 
 
 The blessings of his love; 
 
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 While hope attends the sweet repast 
 Of noliler joys above. 
 
 6 There, with united heart and voice, 
 
 Before tli' eternal throne. 
 Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, 
 In ecstacies unk;iovvn. 
 
 7 And yet ten thousand thousand more 
 
 Are welcome still to come: 
 Ye Icn^'ing souls, the grace adore, 
 Approach, there yet is room. — Steele. 
 
 HY5LV 207. L. M. Uibridge. 
 Christ Dying, Rising and Reignivg. 
 
 1 TTE dies! the friend of sinners dies! 
 XI Lo! Salem's daughters weep aroundl 
 A solemn darkness veils the skies! 
 
 A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 
 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two, 
 
 For hiiu who groan'd I encatli your load; 
 Ee slied a thousand drops for you, 
 
 A thousand drops of richer blood! 
 
 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree, 
 
 The Lord of glory dies for men! 
 But lo! what sudden joys we see, 
 
 Jesus, the dead, revives again! 
 The rising God forsakes the" tomb! 
 
 Up to his Father's courts he flies, 
 Cherubic legions g;;ard him home. 
 
 And shout liim welcome to the skies! 
 
 3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and telJ, 
 
 How high our great Deliv'rer reigns; 
 Sing how lie spoil'd the liosts of hell, 
 
 And led the monster, death, in chains! 
 Say, "Live forever, wondrous King, 
 
 'Born to redeem, and strong to save!" 
 Then ask the monsier, " Wiiere's thy stingi 
 
 "And Where's thy vict'ry boasting crave." 
 Watts. 
 
 HYMN 208. C. M. Carinth. 
 
 The JVonders of Redemption. 
 1 A ND did th.e holy and the just, 
 XX The Sov'reign of the skies, 
 
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 Stoop dcwn to wietcliedness and dust, 
 That guilty worms miglil rise? 
 
 2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne, 
 
 His radiant throne on high, 
 (Surprising mercy! love unknown!) 
 To suffer, bleed and die. 
 
 3 He took the dying traitor's place, 
 
 And suffered in his stead; 
 For man, (oli, miracle of grace) 
 For man the Saviour bled! 
 
 4 Dear Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell 
 
 In thy atoning blood! 
 By this are sinners snatch'd from bell, 
 And rebels brought to God. 
 
 5 Jesus, n.y soul adoring bends 
 
 To love so full, so free; 
 And may I hope that love extends 
 Its sacred power to me! 
 
 6 What glad return can I impart, 
 
 For favors so divine? 
 Oh, take my all — this worthless heart. 
 And make it only thine. — Steele. 
 
 HYMX 209. C. M. Fulton. 
 Room at the Gorpel Feast. Luke xiv. 22. 
 
 1 'T^HE King of heaven his table spreads, 
 JL And dainties crown the board; 
 
 Not Paradise with all its joys. 
 Could such delight afford.' 
 
 2 Pardon and peace to dying men, 
 
 And endless life are -liven; 
 Through the rich blood that Jesus shed. 
 To raise the soul to heaven. 
 
 3 Ye hungry poor, that long have stray'd 
 
 In sin's dark mazes, come; 
 Come from jour most obscure retreats. 
 And grace shall find you room. 
 
 4 Millions of souls, in glory now, 
 
 Were fed and feasted here; 
 And millions more still on the way, 
 Around the board appear. 
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 5 Yet is his house and heart so large, 
 
 That millions more may come; 
 Nor could the whole assembled world, 
 O'erfi',1 the spacious room. 
 
 6 All tiiinfrs are ready; come away, 
 
 Nor weak excuses frame, 
 Crowd to your places at the feast, 
 And hless the Founder's aame.— Doddridge. 
 
 HYMX 210. C. M. Paxton. 
 Praise to the Redeemer. 
 
 1 nr^O our Redeemer's glorious name, 
 JL Awake the sacred soivjl 
 
 Oh, may his love (immortal flame!) 
 Tune ev'ry heart and tongue. 
 
 2 His love, what mortal flioujrht can reach? 
 
 What mortal toncue display? 
 Imasinatioii's utmost stretch 
 In wonder dies away. 
 
 3 He left his radiant throne on high, 
 
 Left the hrioiht realms of bliss. 
 And came to earth to bleed and die! 
 Was ever love like this? 
 
 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay 
 
 Our humblu thanks to thee. 
 
 May ev'ry heart with raptnre say, 
 
 "The Saviour died for me." 
 
 5 Oh, may the sweet, the blissful theme, 
 
 Fill ev'ry heart and touLnie, 
 Till stransers love thy charmin? name. 
 And join tlie sacred song. — Steele. 
 
 HYxMN 211. H. M. Iloplinton. 
 j9 Sovg of Praise to Christ. 
 
 1 /"IGME, every pions heart, 
 
 KJ That loves the Saviour's name. 
 
 Your JioMest powers exert. 
 To celebrate his fame: 
 Tell all above, and all below. 
 The debt of love, to him you owe. 
 
 2 Such was his zeal for God, 
 
 And such his love for }0V, 
 
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 He nobly undertook 
 
 What Gahrie! could not do: 
 His ev'iy deed of love and grace, 
 All words exceed and thoughts surpass. 
 
 3 He left his starry crown, 
 
 And laid his robes aside; 
 On win^s of love came down, 
 
 And wept, and bled, and died! 
 What he endured, oli! who can tell, 
 To save our souls from death and hell! 
 
 4 From the dark grave he rose. 
 
 The mansions of the dead; 
 And thence his mighty foes, 
 
 IiT glorious triumph led: 
 Up through the sky the conq'ror rode, 
 And reigns on high, the Saviour God. 
 
 5 From thence he'll quickly come, 
 
 His chariot will not stay. 
 And bear our spirits home 
 To realms of endless day: 
 There shall we see his lovely face, 
 And ever be in his embrace. 
 
 6 Jesus, we ne'er can pay 
 
 The debt we owe tliy love; 
 Yet tell us how we may 
 Our gratitude approve; 
 Our hearts, our all, to thee we give; 
 The gift, though small, thou wilt receive. 
 Dr. S. Stennett 
 
 HYMN 2] 2. C. M. Sicilian Hymn. 
 Qrateful Recollection. — Ebenezer. 1 Sam. vii. 12. 
 
 1 /^OME, thou fount of ev'ry blessing, 
 \-y Tune my heart to sing thy grace, 
 Streams of mercy, never ceasine. 
 
 Call for sonus of loudest praise; 
 Teach me some melodious sonnet, 
 
 Sung by ilamiiig tongues above: 
 Praise the mount — oh, tix me on it, 
 
 Mouitt of God's unchanging love. 
 
 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer, 
 
 , Hither by thy help I'm come; 
 
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 And I hope by thy gouu pleasure, 
 
 Safely to arrive at heme: 
 Jesus sou^lit me wlion a stranger, 
 
 Wand'iing from the fold of God; 
 He, to save niy soul from danger, 
 
 Interposed his precious blood. 
 3 O! to ^race, how great a debtor 
 
 Daily I'm constrain'd to be! 
 Let tliat trrace, Lord, like a fetter, 
 
 Bind my wand'ring lieart to thee! 
 Prone to wander. Lord, I feel it; 
 
 Prone to leave the God I love — 
 Here's my lieart, Lord, take and seal it, 
 
 Seal it from thy courts above. — Robinson 
 
 HYMN 213. L. M. Sterling. 
 The Saviour's Ascension. 
 
 1 /^UR Lord is risen from the dead, 
 \J Our Jesus is pone up on high; 
 The pow'rs of hell are captive led, 
 
 Dragg'd to the portals of the sky! 
 
 2 There his triumplial chariot waits, 
 
 And rngels chant the solemn lay: 
 " Lii't up your heads, ye leav'nly gates! 
 " Ye everlasting doors, give way!" 
 
 3 Loose all your bars of massy light. 
 
 And v.'idc unfold the radiant scene; 
 He claims those mansions as his right; 
 Seceivc the King of Glory in. 
 
 4 "Who is the King of Glory, who?" 
 
 The Lord that all his foes o'ercame. 
 The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrevir, 
 And Jesus is the conq'ror's name. 
 
 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, 
 
 And angels chant the solemn lay. 
 
 "Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates! 
 
 " Ye everlasting doors, give way!" 
 
 6 " Who is thin King of Glory, who?" 
 
 The Lord of l;oundless power possess'd, 
 The King of saints and angels too 
 God over all, for ever bless'd! 
 
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 HYMN 214. 7s, 63, Sf 1 8. Amsterdam 
 Christ Crucified. 
 
 1 TTAIN, delusive worid, adieu, 
 
 V With all of creature-good; 
 Only Jesus I pursue. 
 
 Who bought me with his blood! 
 All thy pleasures I forego, 
 
 I trample on thy wealth and pride, 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucify' d. 
 
 2 Other knowledge I disdain, 
 
 'Tig all but vanity: 
 Clirist, the Lamb of God, was slain, 
 
 He tasted death for me! 
 Me to save from endless wo 
 
 The sin-atoning Victim died! 
 Only Jesus v/ill I know. 
 
 And Jesus crucify'd! 
 
 3 Here will I set up my rest; 
 
 My fluctuating heart 
 From tlie haven of his breast 
 
 Shall never more depart: 
 Whither should a sinner go? 
 
 His wounds for me stand open wide: 
 Only Jesus will I know. 
 
 And Jesus crucify'd! 
 
 4 Him to know is life and peace, 
 
 And pleasure witliout end; 
 This is all my happiness, 
 
 On Jesus to depend; 
 Daily in his grace to grow, 
 
 And ever in his faith abide, 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucify'd! 
 
 5 O that I could all invite. 
 
 This saving truth to prove: 
 Show the length, the breadth, the height 
 
 And depth of Jesus' love! 
 Fain I would to sinners show 
 
 The blood by faith alone apply'd; 
 Only Jesus wiil I know. 
 
 And Jesus crucify'd.— C?«r,v^. 
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 HYMN 215. L. M. RocUngham. 
 
 The Benefit of Prayer. 
 'HAT various liind ranees we meet, 
 
 w",r 
 
 coinin? to ll:e mercy seat; 
 Yet who that knows tlie worth of prayer, 
 But wislics to be often there. 
 ) Praver makes tlse darkest clouds withdraw, 
 Prayer rlini!)S tlie ladder Jacob saw. 
 Gives exercise to faitli and love. 
 Brings ev'ry blessing from above. 
 8 Restrainins prayer, we rcnse to fight, 
 Prayer makes the christian's armor bright. 
 And Satan trem'iles when he sees 
 The weakest saint upon his knees. 
 4 When Moses stood with arms spread wide. 
 Success was found on Israel's side: 
 But when through weariness they fail'd, 
 That moment Amalek prcvail'd. 
 6 Have you no words? ah, tliink again. 
 Words flow apace wl'en you complain, 
 And fill your fellow creatures' ear 
 With the sad tale of all your care. 
 6 Were half the breath tlnis vainly spent, 
 To heaven in supplications sent, 
 Our cheerful soncs would oftener be. 
 Hear what the Lord has done for me. 
 HYMN 216. S. M. Lisbon. 
 A Morning Hymn. 
 «EE how the mounting sun 
 Pursues his shining way; 
 And wide proclaims his Maker's praise, 
 With ev'ry brighl'ning ray 
 
 2 Thus would my rising soul 
 Its heav'nly parent sing: 
 
 And to its great original 
 The humble tribute bring. 
 
 3 Serene I laid me down 
 Beneath his guardian caro; 
 
 'S' 
 
EVENING. 147 
 
 I slept, and I awoke, and found 
 My kind preserver near. 
 
 4 Thus does thine arm support 
 
 This weak defenceless frame; 
 But whence these favors, Lord, to me, 
 All wortiiless as I am? 
 
 5 Oh! how shall I repay 
 
 The bounties of my God? 
 This feeble spirit pants beneath 
 The pieasing, painful load. 
 
 6 Dear Saviour, to thy cross 
 
 I bring my sacrifice; 
 Tinsr'd. with tliy blood, it shall ascend 
 With fragrance to the skies. 
 
 7 My life I would anew 
 
 Devote, O Lord, to thee; 
 And in thy service I would spend 
 A long eternity. 
 
 EVENING. 
 
 HYMN 217. L. M. Alferton. 
 An Evening Hymn. 
 
 1 r^LORY to thee, my God, this night, 
 Vjr For all the blessings of the light; 
 Keep me, O keep me. King of kings, 
 Beneath thy own almighty wings. 
 
 2 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 sleep, at peace may be. 
 
 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The grave as httle as my bed; 
 Teach me to die that so I may 
 Rise glorious at the awful day. 
 
 4 O let my soul on thee repose. 
 
 And may sweet sleep my eye-lids close; 
 Sleep that shall me more vig'rous make, 
 To serve my God when I awake. 
 
 5 If in the night I sleepless He, 
 
 My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply: 
 
48 EVENING. 
 
 Let no ill dreams disturb my rest. 
 No pow'rs of darkness me molest. 
 Praise God, Sfc. 
 
 HYMX 218. 8s, Cs. Lancshoro'. 
 Heaven Supremely Desirable. 
 
 1 HTHIS world is poor from sliore to shore, 
 X And like a baseless vision. 
 
 Its lofty domes and liriilirint ore, 
 And gems and crowns arc vain and poor, 
 There's nothing rich but heaven. 
 
 2 Fine cold will change, and diamonds fade. 
 
 Swift wings to wealth are given: 
 All varying time our forms invade — 
 The seasons roll, light sinks in shade; 
 
 There's nothing lasts but heaven. 
 
 3 Empires decay, and nations die. 
 
 Our hopes to winds are given; 
 The vernal blooms in ruin lie. 
 Death reigns o'er all beneath the sky- 
 
 There's nothing lives but heaven. 
 
 4 Creation's mighty fabric all 
 
 Shall be to atoms riven; 
 The skies consume, the planets fall. 
 Convulsions rock this earthly ball — 
 
 There's nothing firm but heaven. 
 
 5 A stranger lonely here I roam. 
 
 From place to place I'm driven; 
 My friends are gone and I'm in gloom, 
 This earth is all a lonely tomb — 
 
 I have no home but heaven. 
 
 6 The clouds disperse, the light appears, 
 
 My sins are all forgiven; 
 Triumphant grace has quelled my fears, 
 Roll on, thou Sun, fly swift my years, 
 
 I'm on my way to heaven. 
 
TIME AND ETERNITY. 149 
 
 TIME AND ETERNITY. 
 
 HYMN 219. L. M. Blendon. 
 The Wisdom of Redeeming Time. Eph. V. 15—16. 
 
 1 /^OD of eternity, from thee 
 
 vT Did infant Time his being draw; — 
 Moments, and days, and nionihs, and years, 
 Revolve by thine unvaried law. 
 
 2 Silent and slow they glide away; 
 
 Steady and strong the current flows; 
 Lost in eternity's wide sea — 
 The boundless gulf from whence it rose. 
 
 3 With if the thoushtless sons of men, 
 
 Before the rapid streams are borne, 
 On to the everlasting home, 
 Whence not one soul can e'er return. 
 
 4 Yet, while the shore on either side 
 
 Presents a gaudy fiatt'ring show, 
 We gaze, in fond amazement lost, 
 Nor think to what a world we go. 
 
 5 Great source of wisdom! teach my heart 
 
 To know the price of ev'ry hour; 
 That time may bear me on to joys, 
 Beyond its measure, and its power. 
 
 Doddridge. 
 
 HYMX 220. 7s. Grant. 
 The Saint Happy in being entirely at the Dispo- 
 sal of his God. Jily Times are in thy Hand, 
 Psalm xxxi. 15; xxxiv. 1. 
 
 1 QOV'REIGX Euler of the skies! 
 lO Ever gracious, ever wise! 
 
 All my times are in thy hand — 
 All events at thy command. 
 
 2 His decree who formed the earth, 
 Fix'd my first and second birth: 
 Parents, native place, and time — 
 All appointed were by him. 
 
 3 He that formed me in the womb. 
 He shall guide me to the tomb: 
 
150 TIME AND ETERMTV. 
 
 All my times shall ever be 
 Order'd by his wise decree. 
 
 4 Times of sickness, times of health; 
 Times of penury and wealth; 
 Times of trial and of prief; 
 Times of triumph and relief. 
 
 5 Times the tempter's power to prove; 
 Times to taste a Saviour's love; 
 All must conic, and last, and end, 
 As shall please my heavenly Friend; 
 
 6 Pla;.'ue? and deaths around me fly; 
 Till he hids, I cannot dio; 
 
 Kot a sin^ile shaft can hit, 
 Till the God of love sees fit. 
 
 7 Oh, thou Gracious, Wise and Just, 
 In thy hands my life I trust; 
 Have I somewhat dearer still? 
 
 I resign it to tl.y will. 
 
 8 May I always own thy hand- 
 Still to thee surrender'd stand; 
 Know that thou art God alone, 
 
 I and mine are all thy own. 
 
 9 Thee at all times, will I bless; 
 Havin? thee, I all possess; 
 How can I bereaved he. 
 
 Since 1 cannot part with thee? — Dr. Ryland. 
 
 HYMN 221. S. M, rnverness. 
 
 Divine J\Iercies in constant Succession. Sara. iil. 
 
 ^2— 23. 
 
 1 TTOW various and how new 
 Jtl Are thy compas:sions. Lord! 
 
 Each morning shall thy njercies show — 
 Each night thy truth record. 
 
 2 Thy goodness like the sun, 
 
 Dawii'd on our early days, 
 
 Ere infant reason had heL'iin 
 
 To form our lips to praise. 
 
 3 Each object we belield 
 
 Gave pleasure to our eyes; 
 
 And nature all our senses held 
 
 la bands of sweet surprise. 
 
TIMB iJST) ETERNITY. 1.51 
 
 4 But pleasures move refined 
 
 Awaited that bless'd day, 
 When light arose upon our m!nd, 
 And chas'd our eins away. 
 
 5 How new thy mercies, then. 
 
 How sov'reign and how freel 
 Our souls that had been dead in sifl. 
 Were made eiive to thee — Stennett. 
 
 HYMN 222. S. M. Stonington. 
 Divine Mercies in constant Succession. Sam. iii 
 22—23. 
 1 TVrOW we expect a day 
 1 1 Still brighter far than this, 
 When death shall bear our souls away, 
 Te realms of light and bliss. 
 £ Tliere rapfrous scenes of joy 
 Shall burst upon our sight; 
 And ev'ry pain, and tear and sigh, 
 Be drown'd in endless light. 
 
 3 Beneath thy balmy wing, 
 
 Oh, Sun of Righteousness! 
 Our happy souls shall sit and sing 
 The wonders of thy grace. 
 
 4 Nor shall that radiant day, 
 
 So joyfully begun, 
 In ev'ning shadows die away, 
 Beneath the setting sun. 
 
 5 How various and how new 
 
 Are thy compassions Lord! 
 
 Eternity thy love shall show, 
 
 And all thy truth record. 
 
 HYMN 223. L. M. 
 Eternity Joyful and Tremendous. 
 
 1 TT'TERNITY is just at hand! 
 
 X-J And shall I waste my ebbing sand. 
 And careless view departing day. 
 And throw my inch of time away? 
 
 2 Eternity! — tremendous sound! 
 
 To Eouls who have not Jesus found: 
 11 
 
159 TIME AND ETERXITV. 
 
 But Ob! if Christ and heaven bo mine, 
 How sweet the accents! liow divine! 
 
 3 Be this my chief, my only care, 
 My hi^li pursuit, my eirdent prayer; 
 An in'trest in the kjaviour's i)!ood — 
 
 My pardon Bcal'd, and peace with God. 
 
 4 Rut should my briglitest hopes be vaini 
 Tlie rising doubt how sharp its paini 
 My fears, O gracious God! remove; 
 Speak me an oi>ject of tliy love. 
 
 5 Search, Lord! oh, search, my inmost hear' 
 And light, and hope, and joy, impart; 
 From guilt and error set me free, 
 
 And guide me safe to heaven and thee. 
 
 HYMN 224. H. M. Harwich. 
 The Midnight Cry. Matt. ziv. 6. 
 
 1 "TTE virgin souls arise! 
 
 JL "With all the dead awake; 
 Unto salvation wise, 
 Oil in your vessels take: 
 Upstarting at the midnight cry, 
 Behold tiie heavenly bridegroom nlgb. 
 
 2 He comes, he comes to call 
 
 The nations to his bar, 
 And take to glory all, 
 
 Who meet for glory are: 
 Make ready for your free rev/ard; 
 Go forth with joy to meet your Lord 
 
 3 Go meet him in the sky, 
 
 Your everlasting friend; 
 Your head to glorify. 
 
 With all his saints ascend: 
 Ye poor in heart, obtain the grace, 
 To see, without a vtil, his face. 
 
 4 Ye— that have here rcreiv'd 
 
 The unction from above, 
 And in his spirit liv'd. 
 
 And thirsted for his love; 
 Jesus shall claim you for Iiis brldet 
 Il^ice with all the sanctified. 
 
TIME AXD ETERNITV. 153 
 
 5 Rejoice in glorious liope 
 
 Of thai great daj' unknown, 
 When you shall be caught up 
 
 To stand before liis tlirone; 
 Call'd to partake the marriage feast, 
 And lean on our liuinanuel's breast. 
 
 6 The everlastin:? doors .^. 
 
 Sliail soon the saints receive. 
 Above those angel powers, 
 In glorious joy to live; 
 Far from a world of grief and sin, 
 With God eternahy shut in. 
 
 7 Then het us wait to hear 
 
 The trumpet's welcome sound:— 
 To see our Lord appear. 
 May we be watching found, 
 Enrob'd in righteousness divine, 
 In which the bride shall ever shine. 
 
 Toplady. 
 HYMxV 225. S. M. Paddington. 
 Preparation for Death. Matt. sxiv. 45. 
 
 1 "PREPARE me, giacious Godl 
 X To stand before thy face; 
 Thy Spirit must the work perform. 
 
 For it is all of grace. 
 
 2 In Christ's obedience clothe, 
 
 And wash me in his blood; 
 So shall I lift my head with joy, 
 Among the sons of God. 
 
 3 Do thou my sins subdue. 
 
 Thy sov'reign love make known; 
 The spirit of my mind renew, 
 And save me in thy Son. 
 
 4 Let me attest thy power. 
 
 Let me thy goodness prove, 
 Till my full soul can hold no more 
 Of everlasting love.— Toplady. 
 
 HYMN 226. 83, 73, 4s. Oliphant. 
 
 The Grave; or, Christ a Guide through Death to 
 
 Glory. 
 
 1 piUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah! 
 
 vT Pilgrim through this barren land; 
 
154 TIME AND ETERNITY. 
 
 I am weak, bm thou art mighty, 
 
 Hold me with thy pow'rful band; 
 Bread of heav'n, 
 Feed me till I want no more, 
 2 Open tbou the crystal fountain, 
 
 Whence the healing streams do flow: 
 ^. Let the fiery cloudy pillar 
 *' Lead me all my journey through: 
 
 Strong Deliv'rer, 
 
 Be thou still my strength and shield. 
 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
 Bid mv anxious fears subside; 
 Death ot" deaths, and hsli'3 destruction, 
 
 Land me safe on Canaan's sidei 
 Songs of praises J 
 
 I will ever give to thee. 
 
 HYMN 227. lis. Prescott, 
 I Koxild not live altcay. 
 
 1 T WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay 
 A Where storm after storm rises dark o'er 
 
 the way; 
 The few lurid" morninss that dawn on us here. 
 Are enough for life's" woes, full enough for 
 
 its cheer. 
 
 2 I would not live alway, thus fettered hy sin; 
 Temptation without, and corruption within: 
 E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with 
 
 fears. 
 
 And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent 
 tears. 
 
 3 I would not live alway; no— welcomo the 
 
 tomb, [gloom; 
 
 •Since Jesus hath Iain there, I dread not its 
 There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise 
 To haU him in triumph descending the skies. 
 
 4 Who, who woiild live alway, av/ay from bi? 
 
 Godj 
 Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode. 
 Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the 
 
 bright plains, 
 And the noontide of glory eternally reigna; 
 
T ^■ 
 
 TIME AND ETERNITY. 155 
 
 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
 Their Saviour and brethren, transported to 
 
 greet; 
 While tlie anthems of rapture unceasingly rdl, 
 And the smile of the Lord is the feast of 
 the soul! 
 
 HYMN 228. P, M. Columbus. 
 Time and Eternity. 
 I a narrow neck of land, 
 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand. 
 Yet how insensible! 
 A point of time — a moment's space — 
 Removes me to yon heav'nly place, 
 Or — shuts me up in hell! 
 
 2 O God, my inmost soul convert. 
 And deeply on my thoughtless heart, 
 
 Eternal things impress; 
 Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
 And save me, ere it be too late — 
 
 Wake me to righteousness. 
 
 3 Before me place, in bright array. 
 The pomp of that tremendous day. 
 
 When thou with clouds shalt come, 
 To judge the nations at thy bar; 
 And tell me, Lord, shall I be there. 
 
 To meet a joyful doom? 
 
 4 Be this my one great business here, 
 With holy trembling, holy fear, 
 
 To make my calling sure! 
 Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 
 And suffer all thy righteous will. 
 And to the end endure! — Wesley. 
 
 HYMN 229. 7s. Benevento. 
 Reflections at the End of the Year. 
 
 'HILE with ceaseless course the sun 
 Hasted through the former year, 
 Many souls thair race have run. 
 
 Never more to meet us here: 
 Fixed in an eternal state, 
 
 T'hey have done with all below; 
 We a little longer wait; 
 But Iiow little— none can know. 
 
 W 
 
156 TIME AND ETERNITY. 
 
 2 Spared to see another year, 
 
 Let thy blessing meet us here: 
 Come, thy dving work revive, 
 
 Bid thv drooping garden thrive; 
 Sun of risihtcousncss, arise! 
 
 Warm bur hearts, and bless our eyes: 
 Let our prayer thy pity move: 
 
 Make this year a time of love. 
 
 3 Thanks for mercies past receive, 
 
 Pardon of our sir i renew; 
 Teach us, henceforth, how to live 
 
 With eternity in view; 
 Bless thy word to old and young, 
 
 Fill us with a Saviour's love; 
 
 When our life's short race is run, 
 
 May we dwell with tliee above.— JVcwfon. 
 
 HYMN 230. L. M. Talbot. 
 
 Eternity.— 5 er. X. 10. 
 
 1 T7TERN1TY! stupendous theme! 
 
 JCi Compar'd herewith our life's a dream: 
 
 Eternity! O awful sound! 
 
 A deep, where aU our thouglits are drown d! • 
 
 2 Yes, an eternity there Is 
 
 Of dreadful woe, or joyful bliss; 
 And, swift as time fultils its round, 
 We to eternity are bound, 
 
 3 What countless millions of mankind 
 Have left this fleeting world behind! 
 They're gone, but where? abl stop and see; 
 Gone to a long eternity! 
 
 4 And is eternity so near? 
 
 And must we very soon be there? 
 Sinner— ah! whii'.ier wilt thou flee; 
 Or how avoid eternity? 
 
 5 Canst thou forever bear to dwell 
 In all the fi'ry deeps of hcl!; 
 
 And is death nothing then to thee, 
 Death, and a dread eternity! 
 
 6 Ye gracious souls, with joy look up; 
 In Christ rejoice, your glorious hope; 
 This everlasting bliss secures; 
 
 God and eternity are yonrs.— Medley. 
 
FtTNERAL, 157 
 
 HYMN 231. C. M. Lurena 
 Church on earth and heaven but one, — Eph. iii. 1a 
 
 1 /^OME let us join our friends above, 
 Vy That have obtain'd the prize; 
 
 And on the eagle-wings of love, 
 To joy celestial rise, 
 
 2 Let all the saints terrestrial sing; 
 
 With those to glory gone: 
 For all the servants of our King 
 In heav'n and earth are one. 
 
 3 One family, we dwell in him, 
 
 One Church, above, beneath; 
 Though now divided by the stream, 
 The narrow stream of death. 
 
 4 One army of the living God, 
 
 To his command we bow; 
 Part of the host have crossed the flood, 
 And part are crossing now. 
 
 5 How many to their endless home 
 
 This solemn moment fly! 
 And we are to the margin come, 
 And soon exppct to die. 
 
 6 Dear Saviour, be our constant guide, 
 
 Then, when tlie word is given, 
 Bid death's cold flood and waves divide, 
 And land us safe in heaven. 
 
 FUNERAL. 
 
 HYMN 232. 8s. A'-orthampton. 
 Death of a Sister. 
 
 1 5nniS finish'd! the conflict is past, 
 
 -L The heaven-born spirit is fled; 
 Her wish is accomplish'd at last, 
 
 And now she's entomb'd with the dead. 
 The months of affliction are o'er. 
 
 The days and the nights of distress; 
 We see her in anguish no more — 
 
 She's gained her happy release. 
 
 2 No sickness, or sorrow, or pain. 
 
 Shall ever disquiet her now; 
 43 
 
158 FUNERAL. 
 
 For death to her spirit was gaio, 
 
 Since Christ was her life when below, 
 Her soul has now taken its flight 
 
 To mansions of glory above, 
 To min'ile with angels ol light, 
 And dwell iu the kingdom of love. 
 3 The victory now is obtain'd; 
 
 She's gone her dear Saviour to see; 
 Her wishes she fully has gain d— 
 
 She's now where she longed to bc. 
 Then let us forbear to couiplam, . 
 
 That she has now gone from our sigm. 
 We soon shall behold her ai,'ain. 
 Witll new and redoubled delight. 
 HYMN 233, L. M. Hebron, 
 Triumph over Death. 
 
 1 rpHE hour of my departure's QOme, 
 
 J. I hear the voice that calls me home 
 At last, oh, Lord, let trouble cease. 
 And let thy servant die m peacel 
 
 2 The race appointed I have run, 
 The combat's o'er, the prize is won; 
 And now my witness is on high. 
 And now my record's in the sky. 
 
 3 Not in mine innocence I trust— 
 I bow before thee in the dust. 
 
 And through my Saviour's blood alone, 
 I look for mercy at thy throne. 
 
 4 I leave the world without a tear. 
 Save for the friends 1 held so dear: 
 To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend, 
 And to the friendless, prove a friend. 
 
 5 I come, I come at thy command; 
 I "ive my spirit to thy hand- 
 Stretch forth thine everlasting arms, 
 And shield me in the last alarms. 
 
 6 The hour of my departure's come; 
 
 I hear the voice that calls me home; 
 Now, oh, ray God! let trouble cease. 
 Now let thy servant die m peace. 
 
FUNERAL. 159 
 
 HYMN 234. L. M. Ward. 
 
 The Peaceful Death of the Righteous. 
 
 1 QWEET ig tbe scene when Christiana die, 
 O When holy souls retire to rest: 
 
 How mildly beams the closing eye! 
 How gently heaves th' expiring breastl 
 
 2 So fades a summer cloud awaj', 
 
 So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; 
 So gently shuts the ej^e of day; 
 So dies a wave along the shore. 
 
 3 Triumphant smiles the victor's brow, 
 
 Fanned by some guardian angel's wing, 
 
 grave! where is thy victory now. 
 
 And where, O death, where is thy stingl 
 
 HYMN 235. C. M. double. Fulton. 
 Hope of an Immortal Crown. 
 
 1 \ ND let this feeble body fail, 
 xx And let it faint and die. 
 
 My soul shall quit the mournful vale, 
 And soar 'o worlds on high, 
 
 Shall join the disemhoUy'd saints, 
 And find its long sought rest. 
 
 That only bliss for which it pants, 
 In the Redeemer's breast; 
 
 2 In hope of that immortal crown 
 
 I now the cross sustain, 
 And gladly wander up and down. 
 
 And smile at toil and pain: 
 I sutler on my threescore years, 
 
 'Till my deliverer come. 
 And wipe away his servant's tears, 
 
 And take his exile home. 
 
 3 O what hath Jesus done for mel 
 
 Before my ravish'd eyes. 
 Rivers of life divine I see. 
 
 And trees of paradise! 
 I see a world of spirits bright. 
 
 Who taste the pleasures there! 
 They all are rob'd in spotless white, 
 
 And conquering palms they bear. 
 
J 60 FUNERAL. 
 
 4 O what are all my suflerlngs here, 
 If, Lord, thou count nic meet, 
 With that cnraptur'd host t' appear, 
 
 And worship at thy feet. 
 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain: 
 
 Take life or friends away; 
 But let me find them all again 
 In tliat eternal day. 
 HYMN 236. 12s, and Hs. Scotland. 
 A Funeral Hymn. 
 
 1 'T'HOU art gone to the grave— but we will 
 -L not dejilore thee. 
 
 Though sorrows and darkness encompass the 
 
 tomb; [before thee, 
 
 The Saviour has pass'd through its portals 
 
 And the lamp of his love is thy guide through 
 
 the gloom. 
 
 2 Thou art gone to the grave — we no longer 
 
 heboid thee, [thy side; 
 
 Nor tread the rough paths of the world hy 
 
 But the wide arms of mercy are spread to 
 
 enfold thee, [hath died. 
 
 And sinners may hope, since the Saviour 
 
 3 Thou art gone to the grave — and its mansion 
 
 forsaking, [long: 
 
 Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt linger'd 
 
 But the sunshine of heaven beani'd bright on 
 
 thy waking, [scrn|)him's song. 
 
 And the sound thou didst hear was the 
 
 HYMN 237. C. M. EastpoH. 
 
 Death and Jtidfrnient appointed for all. Heb. ix. 27. 
 
 1 TTEAV'xV has confirm'd the great decree, 
 XI That Adfiin's race must die; 
 One gen'ral ruin sweeps them down, 
 And low in dust they lie. 
 S Ye living men, the tombs survey, 
 Where you must quickly dwell; 
 Dark! how the awful summons sounds 
 In ev'ry fun'ral kncll. 
 3 Once you must die; and once for all 
 The solemn purport weigh; 
 
JUDGMENT. 161 
 
 For know, that lieav'n or hell attend 
 
 On tliat important day. 
 
 4 Those eyes, so longr in darkness veil'd, 
 
 Must wake, the Judge to see; 
 And ev'ry word and ev'ry thought 
 Must pass his scrutiny. 
 
 5 Oh may I, in the Judge, hehoUl 
 
 My Saviour and my Friend! 
 And, far beyond the reach of death. 
 With all his saints ascend. — Doddridge, 
 
 JUDGMENT. 
 
 HYMN 238. S. M. Olmutz. 
 
 The Final Sentence and Misery of the Wicked. 
 
 Matt. XXV. 41. 
 
 1 A ND will the Judire descend? 
 xx And must the dead arise? 
 And not a single soul escape 
 
 His all-discerning eyes? 
 
 2 And from his righteo-js lips 
 
 Shall this dread sentence sound; 
 And tlirouffh the num'rous guilty throng, 
 Spread black despair around? 
 
 3 "Depart from me, accurs'd, 
 
 To everlasting flam.e. 
 For rebel angels first prepar'd. 
 Where mercy never came." 
 
 4 How will my heart endure 
 
 The terrors of that day; 
 When earth and heav'n before his face, 
 Astonish'd shrink away? 
 
 5 But ere that trumpet shakes 
 
 The mansions of tloe dead; 
 Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound, 
 What joyful tidings spread! 
 
 6 Ye sinners, seek his ^race, 
 
 Whose wrath ye cannot bear; 
 Fly to the shelter of his cross. 
 And find salvation there; 
 2U 
 
162 JUDGMENT. 
 
 7 So fehall that curse remove, 
 By wliich llie Saviour bled; 
 And tlie last awful day sliall pour 
 His blessing on your head.— Doddridge 
 
 IIYAIN 239. 8s, 7s, 48. Coburn. 
 Lo, he Cometh. 
 
 1 r O! he cometh! countless trumpets 
 JLi Blow to wake tlie sleeping dead; 
 'Mid ten thousand saints and angels, 
 
 See tiinir great exalted Head! 
 Hallelujah! 
 VVelconie, welcome, Son of God! 
 
 2 Now his merit, by the harpers, 
 
 Through tii' eternal deep resounds: 
 Now resplendent shine his nail-priuls, 
 
 Ev'ry eye shall see his wounds: 
 They who i)ierc'd him 
 Shall at his appearance wail. 
 
 3 Full of joyful expectation. 
 
 Saints beliold tiie Jud?e appear; 
 Truth aud Justice go iHjtbre him; 
 
 Now the joyful sentence hear! 
 Hallelujah! 
 Welcome, welcome Judge divine. 
 
 4 "Come ye blessed of my Father, 
 
 Enter into life and joy; 
 Banish all your fears and sorrows; 
 
 Endless praise be your employ!" 
 Hallelujah! 
 Welcome, welcome to the skies. 
 
 5 Now at once they rise to glory, 
 
 Jesus brin-zs tiiem to the King; 
 There, with all the hosts of heaven. 
 
 They, eternal anthems sing: 
 Hallelujah! 
 Boundless glory to the Lamb. 
 
 HYMN 240. 8s, 7s, 4s. Oliphant. 
 Judgment. Rev. i. 7. vi. 14—17. ixii. 17—20. 
 
 IT O 
 IJ ( 
 
 he comes, with clouds descending 
 Once for favor'd einners slaini 
 
JUDGMENT. 16^ 
 
 Thousand thousand saints attending, 
 
 Swell the triumph of liis train: 
 Hellelujah! 
 Jesus now shall ever reign! 
 
 2 Ev'ry eye shall now behold him 
 
 Roh'd in dreadful majesty: 
 Those who set at nought and sold him, 
 
 Pierc'd and natl'd him to the tree, 
 Deeply wailing, 
 Shall the great Messiah see. 
 
 3 Ev'ry island, sea and mountain. 
 
 Heaven and earth shall flee away: 
 All who hale him, must, confounded, 
 
 Hear the tmmp proclaim the day: 
 Come to judgment! 
 Come to judgment, come away! 
 
 4 Now redemption, long expected, 
 
 See in solemn pomp appear! 
 All his saints, by man rejected. 
 
 Now shall nieet him in the aii" 
 Hallelujah! 
 See the day of God appear. 
 
 5 Answer thine own Bride and Spirit, 
 
 Hasten, Lord, the gen'ral doom; 
 The new heav'n and earth t' inherit. 
 
 Take thy pining exiles home: 
 All creation 
 Travaiis, groans and bids thee come. 
 
 6 Yea! Amen! let all adore thee, 
 
 High on thine exalted throne; 
 Saviour! take the power and glory; . 
 
 Claim the kingdoms for thine own: 
 Oh, come quickly! 
 Hallelujah! come, Lord, come. 
 
 HYMN 241. 8g, 7s, 4s. Cobum. 
 The Day of Judgment. 
 I "r\A.Y of Judgment — day of wonders; 
 AJ Hark! the trumpet's awful sound. 
 Louder than a thousand thunders. 
 Shakes the vast creation round! 
 How the summons 
 Will the sinner's heart confound. 
 
164 JUDGMEXT. 
 
 2 See tl'.c Judge, our nature wea/ing, 
 
 Cloth'd in majesty divine! 
 You, who lon^ for "liis ajipearin?, 
 
 Tlien shall say, " This God id mine ■■ 
 Gracious Saviour! 
 Own me in that day for thine. 
 
 3 At his call tlie dead awaken, 
 
 Rise to life from earl!) nnd sea: 
 All the powers of nature shaken. 
 
 From his looks prepare to liee: 
 Careless sinner! 
 Wliai wil! then hcrome of thoe? 
 
 4 Horrors, past imagination. 
 
 Will surprise your trembling heart. 
 When you hear your condenmation, 
 
 " Hence, accursed wretch, depart: 
 Thou with Satan 
 And his angels have thy part." 
 
 5 But to those who have confessed, 
 
 Lov'd and serv'd the Lord helow; 
 He will say, "Come near ye blessed; 
 
 See the kingdom I bestow: 
 You forever 
 Shall my love and glory know." 
 
 6 Under sorrows and reproaches, 
 
 May this thought, our courage raise; 
 Swiftly God's great day approaches. 
 
 Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise: 
 May we triumph 
 When the world is in a blaze.— JVczcion. 
 
 HYMN 242. C. M. Patmos. 
 The Last Judgment. 
 
 1 " TTE comes, he comes, to judge the world, 
 
 Xl Aloud Ih' archangel cries; 
 W^hile thunders roil from pole to pole, 
 And lightenings cleave the skies. 
 
 2 Th' alTrishtcd nations hear the sound, 
 
 \nd upward lift their eyes: 
 The sliimb'ring tenants of the ground 
 In living armies rise. 
 
 3 Amid tlie shouts of num'rous friends, 
 
 Of hosts divinely bright. 
 
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 The Judge in solemn pomp descends, 
 Array'd in robes of light. 
 
 4 Writ on his thigh his name appears: 
 
 And scars his vict'ries tell: 
 Lo, in his hand, the conq'ror bears ' 
 The keys of death and hell 
 
 5 So he ascends tlie judgment-seat, 
 
 And at his dread command, 
 Myriads of creatures round his feet 
 In solemn silence stand. 
 
 6 " Depart, ye sons of vice and sin," 
 
 The injured Jesus cries; 
 While the long-kindlins wrath within 
 Flashes from both his eyes. 
 
 7 And now in words divinely sweet, 
 
 With rapture in his face, 
 Aloud hi3 sacred lips repeat 
 The sentence of his grace. 
 
 8 " Well done, my good and faithful sons, 
 
 The children of my love: 
 Receive the sceptres, crowns and thrones, 
 Prepared for you above."— JVezcfo/j. 
 
 HYMN. 243. C. P. M. Columbws. 
 
 Longing for a Place at the Right Hand of the 
 
 Judge. 
 
 1 TT 7 HEX thou, my righteous Jud^e, shall come 
 
 VV To fetcn thy ransom'd oeonle home, 
 Shall I among them stand? 
 Shall such a worthless worm as I,- 
 Who sometimes am afraid to die, 
 Be found at thy right hand? 
 
 2 I love to meet among them now. 
 Before thy gracious feet to bow. 
 
 Though vilest of tliem all: 
 But can I bear the piercing thought. 
 What if my name should be left out. 
 
 When thou for them shalt call. 
 
 3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace; 
 
 Be thou, dear Lord, Hiv hiding place, 
 In this til' accepted day; 
 
1 G6 jcDGMErrr, 
 
 Thy pard'nlng volco, O let me hear. 
 
 To still my unbelieving fear; 
 
 Nor let me fail, I pray. 
 4 Let me among thy eaints te found. 
 Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound, 
 
 To see tliy smiling face: 
 Then loudest of the crowd 111 sing, 
 While heav'n's resounding mansions ring, 
 
 With shouts of sov'rcign grace. 
 
 HYMN 244. Bs, 7s, 4s. Kendall. 
 Awful Doom of the Sinner. Luke xiii. 2S. 
 
 1 OEE th' eternal Judge descending — 
 lO View him seated on his thronel 
 Now, poor sinner, now lamenting. 
 
 Stand and hear thy awful doom- 
 Trumpets call thee! 
 Stand and hear thy awful doom. 
 
 2 Hear the cries he now is venting, 
 
 Fiird with dread of fiercer pain; 
 While in anguish thus lamenting. 
 That he ne'er was born again. 
 
 Greatly mourning, 
 That he ne'er was born again, 
 
 3 "Yonder sits ray slighted Saviour,^ 
 
 With the marks of dying Jove; 
 
 Oh, that I had ponght his favor. 
 
 When I felt his Spirit move — 
 
 Golden moments. 
 When I felt his Spirit move." 
 
 4 Now despisers, look and wonder! 
 
 Hope and sinners here must part. 
 Louder than a peal of thunder. 
 Hear the dreadful sound, " Depart!" 
 
 Lost for ever, 
 Henr the dreadfUl sound "Depart!" 
 
 HYMN 245. L. M. Talbott. 
 The Day of W^ath. 
 1 rp II AT day of wrath! that dreadful day, 
 X When heaven and earth shall pass awayt 
 What power shall be the sinner's stay? 
 How shall he meet that dreadful day^— 
 
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 2 When shrivelling like a parched scroll, 
 The flaming heavens together roll; 
 And louder yet — and yet more dread, 
 Swells the high trump that wakes the dead? 
 
 3 Oh, on that day— that wrathful day. 
 When man to judgment wakes from clay, 
 Be THor, O Cluist! tlie sinner's stay, 
 Though heaven and earth shall pass away. 
 
 HYMN 246. C. M. Fulton. 
 Final Triumph. 
 1 A RISE and shine, O Zion fair, 
 jnL_ Behold thy light is come; 
 Thy glorious conq'ring king is near, 
 
 To take his exiles home: 
 The trumpet sounding through the sky, 
 
 To set poor captives free; 
 The day of wonder now is nigh. 
 The year of jubilee. 
 -|- 2 Ye heralds blow your trumpets loud, 
 The earth must know her doom; 
 Go spread the news from pole to pole. 
 
 Behold the Judge is come: 
 Blow out the sun, burn up the earth, 
 
 Consume the rolling flood! 
 Bid every star to disappear. 
 And turn the moon to blood. 
 
 3 Arise ye nations under ground. 
 
 Before the Judge appear; 
 Al! tongues and languages shall come. 
 
 Their final doom to hear! 
 King Jesus on his dazzling throne, 
 
 Ten thousand angels round; 
 And Gabriel with a silver trump, 
 
 Echo's the awful sound. 
 
 4 The glorious news of gospel grace 
 
 To sinners now is o'er; 
 The trump in Zion now is still, 
 
 And to be heard no more; 
 The watchmen all have left their walls, 
 
 And with Iheir flocks above. 
 On Canaan's peaceful shore they sing, 
 ** And shout redeeming love. 
 
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 HYMN 247. S. M. EUoii. 
 The Last Account. 
 
 1 T SAW, iMiyond tlic tomb, 
 X Tlie awful Jndpe appear! 
 
 Prepared to sran with strict account, 
 The l)lessing3 wasted here. 
 
 2 His wratli like flaming fire, 
 In Iteli forever burns; 
 
 And from tiiat hopeless world of wo, 
 JS'o fugitive returns. 
 
 3 Soon w ill the harvest close. 
 The summer sonti be o'er; 
 
 Oh, sinner, tlien jour injured God 
 
 Will heed your cries no more. — Dicight. 
 
 HYMN 248. L. M. 
 The Chariot. 
 HE chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire. 
 As the Lord conieth down in the pomp of 
 his ire; 
 
 Lo! self-moving it drives on its pathway of rloud 
 And the heavens with the burden of Godliead 
 are bov/'d. 
 
 2 The glory! the glory! around him are pour'd. 
 Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the I^ord; 
 And the glorified saints, and tlie martyrs are there, 
 And tliere all who the pahn-wreatha of vic- 
 tory wear. 
 
 3 The trumpTet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard, 
 Lo! the depihs of the stonecovcr'd charnel are 
 
 stirred; 
 From the sea, from the earth, from the south, 
 
 from the north, 
 All the vast generations of man are come forth. 
 
 4 The jndgment! the judgment! the thrones are 
 
 all set [met: 
 
 Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders are 
 There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord, 
 And the the doom of eternity hangs on his word. 
 
 5 O merry! O mercy! \ook down from above, 
 Great Creator, on us, thy sad children, with love; 
 
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 When beneath to their darkness the wicked are 
 
 driven. 
 May our justified souls find a welcome in heaven. 
 
 HELL AND HEAVEN. 
 
 HYMN 249. C. M. Dundee. 
 Hell, the Sinner''s own Place Acts i. 25. 
 
 1 T ORD, when I read the traitor's doom, 
 JLi To " his own place" consiin'd, 
 Wliat holy fear, and humble hope, 
 
 Alternate fill my mind! 
 
 2 Traitor to thee I too have been, 
 
 But" saved by matchless grace; 
 Or else the lowest, hottest hell 
 Had surely been my place. 
 
 3 Thither I was by law adjudg'd, 
 
 And thitherward rush'd on, 
 And there in my eternal doom 
 Thy justice might l)ave shone. 
 
 4 But lo! (what wond'rous, matchless love!) 
 
 1 call a place my own, 
 On earth, within the gospel sound, 
 n.nd at thy gracious throne. 
 
 5 A place is mine among thy saints, 
 
 A place at Jesus' feet, 
 And I expect in heaven a place 
 Wliere saii-ts and angels meet. 
 
 6 Blest Lamb of God, thy sovereign grace. 
 
 To all around I'll tell. 
 Which made a place in glory mine. 
 Whose just desert was" hell. — Ryland. 
 
 HYMN 250. C. M. Topsham. 
 The Promised Land. 
 
 1 f\^ Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 
 '-J And cast a wishful eye. 
 
 To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
 Where my possessions lie. 
 
 2 Oh, the transporting, rapt'rous scene; 
 
 That rises to my sight; 
 
170 HELL AVD nEAVEW. 
 
 Bweet fields array'd in living green. 
 And rivers of delight. 
 8 Tliere pen'rous fruits, that never fail, 
 On trees immortal grow; 
 There rocks, and hills, and brooks, and valra, 
 With milk and honey flow. 
 
 4 All o'er those wide extended plains 
 
 Shines one eternal day; 
 There God, the Sun, for ever reigns. 
 And scatters night away. 
 
 5 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath, 
 
 Can reach that healthful shore: 
 Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
 Are felt and feared no more. 
 
 6 When shall I reach that happy place, 
 
 And lie for ever blest. 
 When shall I see my Father's face. 
 And in his bosom r^ll—StenneU. 
 
 HYMN 251. L. M. Lindon. 
 The Wheat and Tares. 
 
 1 rr^HO' in the outward church below, 
 J. The wheat and tares together grow; 
 Jesus e'er long will weed the crop, 
 And pluck the tares in anger up. 
 
 2 Will it relieve their horrors there, 
 To recollect their stations here, 
 
 How much thoy heard, how much they knew, 
 How much among the wheat they grew? 
 
 3 Oh, this will aggravate their case, 
 They perish'd under means of grace; 
 To ihem the word of life and faith 
 Became an instrument of death. 
 
 4 We seem alike when thus we meet. 
 Strangers might think we all were wheat. 
 But to the Lord's all-searching eyes. 
 
 Each heart appears without disguise. 
 
 5 The tares are spared for various ends; 
 Some for the sake of praying friends; 
 Others the Lord, against their will, 
 Employs his counsels to fulfil; 
 
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 6 But tho' they grow so tall and strong, 
 
 His plan will not require tliem long; 
 
 In harvest when he saves liis own, 
 
 The tares shall into hell be thrown. 
 
 J^ewton. 
 
 HYMN 252. S. P. M. 
 The Perpetuity of Heavem 
 
 1 TJEYOND the flight of time, 
 JD Beyond the reign of death, , 
 
 There surely is some blessed clime 
 
 Where life is not a breath; 
 Nor life's affections, transient fire. 
 Whose sparks fly upwards and expire. 
 
 2 There is a world aliove. 
 Where parting is unknown; 
 
 A long eternity of love. 
 
 Formed for the good alone. 
 And faith beholds the dying here 
 Translated to that glorious sphere. 
 
 3 Thus star by star declines,- 
 Till all are pass'd away: 
 
 As morning high and higher shines 
 
 To pure and perfect day: 
 Nor sink those stars in empty night. 
 But hide themselves in lieaven's own light. 
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 HYMN 253. L. M. Augusta. 
 The icorld tee have not seen. 
 
 1 nnnERE is a world we have not seen 
 JL That time shall never dare destroy! 
 Where mortal footstep hath not been, 
 
 Nor ear has caught its sounds of joy. 
 
 2 There is a region lovelier far 
 
 Than sages tell or poets sing. 
 Brighter than summer's beauties are, 
 And softer than the tints of spring. 
 
 3 There is a world, and O, how blesti 
 
 Fairer than prophets ever told; 
 And never did an angel guest 
 On© half Ua blessedness unfold I 
 
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 4 It Ig all holy and serene, 
 
 The land of sloiy and repose; 
 
 And there, to dim the radiant scene, 
 
 The tear of sorrow never flows. 
 
 5 No! for this world is ever hrisht, 
 
 With a pure radiance all ita own* 
 The streams of uncreated light 
 Flow round it from th' eternal throne. 
 C There, forms that mortals may not see. 
 Too glorious for the eye to trace, 
 And clad in peerless majesty, 
 Move with unutterable grace. 
 7 In vain the philosophic eye 
 
 May seek to view the fair abode, 
 Or find it in the curtain'd sky: — 
 It ig the dwelling-piace of God. 
 
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 HYMN 254. C. M. 
 
 TO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 Who made the earth and heaven; 
 Of equal dignity possessed; 
 Be equal honors given. 
 
 HYMN 255. S. M 
 
 TO thee, eternal Three, 
 In will and essence One, 
 Be universal honors paid, 
 Co-equal honors done. — Beddome. 
 
 HYMN 236. L. M. 
 
 PRAISE Ood, from whom all blessings flow; 
 Prai?e him, all creatures here below; 
 Praise him above, ye heav'nly host; 
 Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. 
 
 IFi'MN 257. C. M. 
 
 GIVE glory to God, ye children of men, 
 And publish abroad again and again. 
 The Son's glorious merit, the Father's free grace. 
 The gifts of the spirit to Adam's lost race. 
 
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 HYMN 258. Part I. 8s, 7s, 4s, 
 
 FATHER, Son and Holy Spirit, 
 Thou the God whom we adore; 
 May we all thy love inherit: 
 To thine image us restore; 
 Vast eternal! 
 Praises to thee evermore. 
 
 HYMX 259. Part II. 8s, Ss, 6s. 
 
 TO Father, Son and Holy Ghost, 
 Be praise amid the heavenly host, 
 And in the church below, 
 From whom all creatures drew their breath, 
 By whom redemption bless'd the earth! 
 From whom all comforts flow. 
 
 PRAISE TO THE EVERLASTING GOD, 
 
 The Oud of Abraham. 
 
 1 'T^HE God of Abraham praise, 
 X Who reigns enthroned above; 
 
 Ancient of everlasting days. 
 
 And God of love; 
 Jehovah, Great I Am! 
 
 By earth and heaven confess'd; 
 I bow and bless the sacred name, 
 
 For ever bless'd. 
 
 2 The God of Abraham praise. 
 
 At whose supreme command 
 From earth I rise, and seek the joyg, 
 
 At his right hand: 
 I all on earth forsake. 
 
 Its wisdom, fame, and power. 
 And him my only portion make, 
 
 My shield and tower. 
 
 3 The God of Abraham praise. 
 
 Whose all-sufficient grace 
 Shall guide me all my^ happy days, 
 
 In all liis ways: 
 He calls a worm his friendl 
 
 He calls himself my God! 
 And he shall save me to the end, 
 
 Through Jesus' blood. 
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174 PRAISE TO THE EVERLASTING GOD. 
 
 4 He by himself Iialli sworn, 
 
 I on his oath depend, 
 I shall on eaRle's wings upborne 
 
 To Leaven ascend: 
 I shall l)eliold his face, 
 
 I shall his power adore. 
 And sing the wonders of bis grace 
 
 Forevcrniore. 
 
 PART SECOND. 
 
 5 Tho' nature's strength decay, 
 
 And earth and hell withstand. 
 To Canaan's bounds 1 urge ray way 
 
 At his command: 
 The watery deep I pass, 
 
 With Jesus in my view; 
 And thro' the howling wilderness, 
 
 My way pursue. 
 
 6 The fioodly land I see, 
 
 With peace and plenty bless'd; 
 A land of sacred liberty, 
 
 And endless rest; 
 There milk and honey flow. 
 
 And oil and wine abound; 
 And trees of life for ever grow. 
 
 With mercy crown'd. 
 
 7 There dwells the Lewd our King, 
 
 The Lord our righteousness 
 Triumpliant o'er the world and sin, 
 
 The Prince of Peace; 
 On Zion's sacred height 
 
 His kingdom still maintains; 
 And glorious, with his saints in light. 
 
 For ever reigns. 
 
 8 He keeps his own Secure, 
 
 He guards them by his side. 
 Arrays in garments white and pure, 
 
 His spotless bride; 
 With streams of" sacred bliss, 
 
 With groves of living joys. 
 With all the fruits of paradise. 
 
 He Btill supphes. 
 
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 9 Before the Three in One, 
 They all exulting stand, 
 And tell the wonders he hath done, 
 
 Through all their land. 
 The listening spheres attend, 
 
 And swell the growing fame, 
 And sing, in songs which never end, 
 The wondrous name. 
 
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 10 Tb6 God who reigns on high. 
 
 The great arch-angels sing, 
 And " Holy, holy, holy," cry, 
 - "Almighty King! 
 Who was and is the same, 
 
 And evermore shall be; 
 Jehovah; Father; Great I am! 
 
 We worship thee." 
 
 11 Before the Saviour's face 
 
 The ransom'd nations bow; 
 OV.rwhelm'd at his Almighty grace. 
 
 For ever new. 
 He shows his prints of love, 
 
 They kindle to a flame, 
 And sound, through all the world above, 
 
 The slaughter'd Lamb. 
 
 12 The whole triumphant host 
 
 Give thanks to God on high; 
 Hail, Father, Son and Holy Ghost, 
 
 They ever cry; 
 Hail, Abraham's God, and mine, 
 
 I join the heavenly lays; 
 All might and majesty are thine, 
 
 And endless praise. 
 
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