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THE 
 
 Hymnal 
 
 of the 
 
 Reformed Church in the United States. 
 
 fi j&eleetoeg @f Hymns - and i unes 
 
 for 
 
 -^ CHRISTIAN WORSHIP.^- 
 
 Prepared by a Committee appointed by 
 
 the; general synod. 
 
 Praise ye the Lord, Praise God in His Sanctuary: 
 
 CLEVELAND O. : 
 
 Publishing House of the Reformed Church, 
 
 1134—1138 Pearl Street. 
 
Copyright 1890 
 
 By the 
 
 General Synod of the Reformed Church in the United States. 
 

 PREFACE. 
 
 The Committee, to whom was intrusted the work of preparing a 
 Hymnal for the use of "The Reformed Church in the United States", 
 has endeavored faithfully to abide by the instructions given at the time 
 of its appointment at the meeting of the General Synod at Akron, Ohio, 
 June 1887, viz: "To prepare such a Collection as may, in the judgment 
 of the committee, be best adapted to the needs of the Reformed Church 
 in the United States." 
 
 In now presenting to the Church the results of its long and arduous 
 labors, the committee desires, first of all, to return most devout thanks 
 to the great Head of the Church for His most gracious guidance and 
 help, and to pray that this Collection of hymns of praise may, for many 
 years to come, redound to His increasing glory in the service of the Sanct- 
 uary ; and furthermore to express the hope that this Hymnal may prove 
 to be truly suited to the needs of the people of the Reformed Church, and 
 be abundantly blessed to their spiritual edification and profit. 
 
 To choose from the vast amount of material at hand, and to decide 
 what hymns should be admitted to the Collection and what excluded, has 
 been no easy task. On a careful examination, however, it will be found 
 that very few, if any, of the good old hymns, endeared to our people 
 from long usage, have been omitted ; while on the other hand the claims 
 of the more valuable amongst the modern and popular compositions have 
 by no means been disregarded. 
 
 In preparing this Collection, the aim has been not only to choose the 
 best hymns, but also to select the best music available (some of it at a 
 very considerable cost for copyright privileges), and furthermore so to 
 adapt the tunes to the words as at once to gratify a cultivated literary and 
 musical taste, and to insure the hearty enjoyment of the people. Of 
 necessity by far the larger number of tunes are old. They have been so 
 long in use, and are so enshrined in the best affections of God's people 
 that to omit them would have been a serious offense. At the same time, 
 also, much of the music will be found to be new. A vast number of 
 so-called "popular tunes", whose favor is as surprising as it is ephemeral, 
 have been studiously avoided ; but those tunes of a more recent composi- 
 
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tion which appear to possess permanent and intrinsic value, have been 
 as carefully admitted. 
 
 It is now the pleasant duty of the Committee to acknowledge the uni- 
 form courtesy and kindness of many brethren in the ministry, and 
 amongst the laity of the Church, during the preparation of this work? 
 and more particularly to express their obligation' to the following 
 persons — 
 
 To Mr. H. T. Buckley, organist of Third Street Reformed Church, 
 Easton, Pa.: to Mrs H. M. Kieffer, of Easton, Pa.: and to Miss Lizzie 
 May Fitz, of Martinsburg, West Va., for valuable assistance in the mu- 
 sical part of the work. 
 
 To Bishop J. H. Vincent ; to Miss Alice Nevin ; to Dr. E. P. Parker ; 
 to Professors J. H. Kurzenknabe, E. C. Zartman, Fred. Schilling and Ira 
 D. Sankey for special privileges in the use of tunes of their composition. 
 
 To the following musical composers and publishers for permission to 
 use tunes of their composition or ownership — Oliver Ditson & Co., Big- 
 low & Main, John Church & Co., Mrs. Sarah N. Holbrook, Mrs. Lizzie 
 Tourgee Estabrook, Mr. U. C. Burnap, Mr. Theo. E. Perkins, Mr. John 
 R. Sweney, Mr. Wm. G. Fischer ; also to The Publication Board of the 
 Reformed Church for permission to use the hymns composed by the Rev. 
 Dr. E. E. Higbee and the Rev. Dr. E. H. Eevin, and for all music selected 
 from "Tunes for Worship" by Prof. Henry Schwing. 
 
 And finally to Prof. Henry Schwing both for permission to use music 
 of his composition, and for his valued services in editing the musical part 
 of this collection. 
 
 May this Hymnal commend itself to the people of the Reformed 
 Church in the United States. May it soon become the one book of praise 
 in common use throughout all sections of the Church. And may God 
 abundantly bless it to His service for many years to come. 
 
 H. M. Kieffer, 
 
 J. A. HOFFHEINS, 
 
 John M. Schick, 
 
 H. H. W. HlBSHMAN. 
 
 NOTICE. — Many hymns and tunes in this collection, as well as the arrangements 
 and adaptations of music, are introduced "by permission",, either purchased or given ; 
 and, therefore, can not be used without the consent of the authors or owners of the 
 Copyrights. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Pages. 
 GENERAL PRAISE 1-7 
 
 ADVENT SEASON 8-28 
 
 CHRISTMAS SEASON 29-41 
 
 NEW YEAR 42-45 
 
 EPIPHANY-MISSIONS 46-70 
 
 LENT 71-97 
 
 PASSION WEEK 98-115 
 
 EASTER SEASON 116-135 
 
 ASCENSION DAY 136-143 
 
 WHITSUNTIDE 144-150 
 
 TRINITY SUNDAY., 151-156 
 
 TRINITY SEASON 157-215 
 
 BAPTISM AND CONFIRMATION 216-225 
 
 HOLY COMMUNION 226-236 
 
 ORDINATION AND INSTALLATION.237-239 
 
 CORNER - STONE AND CHURCH 
 
 CONSECRATION 240-245 
 
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 BURIAL 246-255 
 
 HARVEST AND THANKSGIVING.. ..256-267 
 
 MORNING AND EVENING 268-285 
 
 OPENING AND CLOSING 286-293 
 
 CHILDRENS' SERVICE 294-313 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS 314-333 
 
 CHANTS 334-350 
 
 RESPONSES AND DOXOLOGIES 351-355 
 
 ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF TUNES.356-358 
 
 METRICAL INDEX 359-361 
 
 INDEX OF SUBJECTS 362-363 
 
 INDEX OF AUTHORS 364-366 
 
 INDEX FOR THE CHURCH YEAR... 367 
 
 INDEX OF CHANTS 368 
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES 369-375 
 
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 The blessed ones with joy the ] chorus swell, || AHe- | luia ! || -471e- | luia ! 
 
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 The shining constellations, | join and say, || Alle- | luia ! || Alle- | luia ! 
 
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 Ye thunders, echoing loud and deep, ye lightnings, | wildly bright, 
 
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 10 Thou jubilant a%ss of | ocean cry, || Alle- | luia ! 
 
 Ye tracts of earth, and conti- | nents, reply || AHe- | luia ! 
 
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 God, whose glory fills the sky ; 
 Peace on earth to man forgiven,- 
 Man. the well-beloved of heaven. 
 
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 Glad Thine attributes confess, 
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 Thee with thankful hearts we prove, — 
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 Take, oh, take our sins awaj T ! 
 Powerful Advocate with God ! 
 Justify us by Thy blood. 
 Hear, for Thou, Christ ! alone 
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 Suit not souls with anguish torn : 
 
 Alleluia ! sounds of sadness 
 
 Best become our state forlorn : 
 
 Our offences 
 We with bitter tears must mourn. 
 4 But our earnest supplication 
 Holy God, we raise to Thee : 
 Visit us with Thy salvation, 
 Make us all Thy joys to see ! 
 
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 Ours at length this strain shall be. 
 
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 That thus, with every year's return, 
 Makes our dull hearts within us burn 
 For that long-sought and promised day, 
 When "heaven and earth shall pass away," 
 And Christ from highest heav'ns shall come 
 To take His waiting people home. 
 
 3 Since childhood's early hours, our eyes 
 Have watch'd the East for red'ningskiesl 
 Year after year has Advent brought 
 Nearer to us the Prize we sought ; 
 But still it lingers — that we 
 Were more prepared to welcome Thee ! 
 Thine Advent, with its angel throng, 
 Would not be tarrying, Lord, so long. 
 
 J. S. B. Monsell. 1857. 
 
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 Waits my anxious soul for Thee : 
 
 Life is dark, and earth is dreary, 
 Where Thy light I do not see. 
 
 O my Saviour, 
 When wilt Thou return to me ? 
 
 3 Long, too long in sin and sadness, 
 Far &way from Thee I pine, 
 
 When, when, shall I the gladness 
 
 Of Thy Spirit feel in mine ? 
 
 O my Saviour, 
 When shall I be wholly Thine ? 
 
 Nearer is my soul's salvation, 
 Spent the night, the day at hand ; 
 Keep me in my lonely station, 
 Watching for Thee, till I stand, 
 
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 In Thy bright and promised land. 
 5 With my lamp well trimmed and 
 burning 
 Swift to hear, and slow to roam, 
 Watching for Thy glad returning 
 To restore me to my home : 
 
 Come, my Saviour, 
 my Saviour, quickly come ! 
 
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 2 Every eye shall now behold Him, 
 Robed in dreadful majesty ; 
 
 Those who set at naught and sold Him, 
 Pierced, and nailed Him to the tree, 
 
 Deeply wailing, 
 Shall the true Messiah see. 
 
 3 Every island, sea, and mountain, 
 Heaven and earth shall flee away ; 
 
 All who hate Him must, confounded, 
 Hear the trump proclaim the day ; 
 
 Come to judgment ! 
 Come to judgment, come away ! 
 
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 4 Now Redemption, long expected, 
 See in solemn pomp appear ! 
 
 All His saints, by man rejected, 
 Now shall meet Him in the air : 
 
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 See the day of God appear ! 
 
 5 Answer Thine own Bride and Spirit ! 
 Hasten, Lord, the general doom ; 
 
 The new heav'n and earth t' inherit 
 Take Thy pining exiles home ; 
 
 All creation 
 Travails, groans, and bids Thee come? 
 
 6 Yea, Amen ! let all adore Thee, 
 High on Thine eternal throne : 
 
 Saviour, take the power and glory ; 
 Claim the kingdom for Thine own ; 
 
 O come quickly, 
 Everlasting God, come down. 
 
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 Ye, who long for His appearing, 
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 ic^H Rise to life from earth and sea ; 
 All the powers of nature, shaken 
 By His look, prepare to flee : 
 
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 What will then become of thee ? 
 
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 4 But to those who have confessed, 
 Loved and served the Lord below, 
 He will say, — "Come near, ye blessed I 
 See the kingdom I bestow : 
 
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 The sun in heaven grow pale ; 
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 Thy faithful shall not fail. 
 
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 Our time in trembling here, 
 That when upon the clouds of heaven 
 
 Thy glory shall appear, 
 Uplifting high our joyful heads 
 
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 And enter, with Thine angel train, 
 
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 When man to judgment wakes from clay, 
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 The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even, 
 He cometh ! our King, our Redeemer is nigh ! 
 
 3 The beams of salvation His progress illume, 
 
 The lone, dreary wilderness sings of her God ; 
 The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom, 
 
 And the olive of peace spreads its branches abroad. 
 
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 2 A few more storms shall beat 
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 And surges swell no more. — Rep. 
 
 3 A few more struggles here, 
 A few more partings o'er, 
 
 A few more toils, a few more tears, 
 And we shall weep no more. — Rep. 
 
 4 'Tis but a little while 
 And He shall come again. 
 
 Who died that we might live, who lives 
 That we with Him may reign. — Rep. 
 
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 Welcome, eternity ; 
 
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 Welcome, sweet scenes of rest, 
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 With joy their Lord surrounding ; 
 No gloomy fears their souls dismay ; 
 His presence sheds eternal day 
 
 On those prepared to meet Him. 
 
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 Behold His wrath prevailing ; 
 In woe they rise, but all their tears 
 
 And sighs are unavailing; 
 The day of grace is past and gone ; 
 Trembling they stand before His throne, 
 
 All unprepared to meet Him. 
 
 W. B. Collyer, 18X2. 
 
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 Traveler, ages are its own ; 
 
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 Traveler, darkness takes its flight, 
 
 Doubt and terror are withdrawn ; 
 Watchman, let thy wanderings cease ; 
 
 Hie thee to th}- quiet home ! 
 Traveler, lo ! the Prince of peace, 
 
 Lo ! the Son of God, is come ! 
 
 John Bowring, 1825. 
 
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 Our spirits by Thine Advent here ; 
 Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, 
 And death's dark shadows put to flight. 
 
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 Thine own from Satan's tyranny ; 
 From depths of hell Thy people save, 
 And give them victory o'er the grave. 
 
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 4 come, Thou Key of David, come 
 And open wide our heavenly home ; 
 Make safe the way that leads on high 
 And close the path to misery. — Ref. 
 
 5 come, come, Thou Lord of Might! 
 Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai's height 
 In ancient times did'st give the law, 
 
 In cloud, and majesty, and awe.— Ref. 
 
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 Life and joy Thy beams impart, 
 Chasing all our fears, and cheering 
 Every poor, benighted heart. 
 
 4 By Thine all-sufficient merit, 
 Every burdened soul release ; 
 
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 From His throne His beams of glory 
 Shine through all the world abroad. 
 
 3 Jesus, Thee our Saviour hailing, 
 Thee, our God, in praise we own ; 
 Highest honors, never failing, 
 Rise eternal round Thy throne. 
 
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 In your grateful strains adore ; 
 For His mercy, never ceasing, 
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 Comes with healinsr in His wings. 
 
 From on high, the Lamb, commissioned 
 To remove our guilt, appears : 
 Let us all, to gain His pardon, 
 Pray with penitential tears — 
 
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 Clouds of glory mark His path, 
 
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 Absent from Him I roam, 
 
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 A day's march nearer home. 
 
 3 My Father's house on high, 
 Home of my soul, how near 
 
 At times to Faith's foreseeing eye 
 Thy golden gates appear ! 
 
 4 My thirsty spirit faints 
 To reach ihe land I love, 
 
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 Jerusalem above ! 
 
 5 I hear at morn and even, 
 At noon and midnight hour, 
 
 The choral harmonies of heaven 
 Earth's Babel tongues o'erpower. 
 
 6 " Forever with the Lord !" 
 Father, if 'tis Thy will, 
 
 The promise of that faithful word, 
 E'en here to me fulfil. 
 
 7 So, when my latest breath 
 Shall rend the veil in twain, 
 
 By death I shall escape from death, 
 And life eternal gain. 
 
 8 Knowing as I am known, 
 How shall I love that word, 
 
 And oft repeat before the throne, 
 " Forever with the Lord !" 
 
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 The bliss for which we sigh : 
 'Tis not the whole of life to live, 
 Nor all of death to die. 
 
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 There is a life above, 
 Unmeasured by the flight of years ; 
 And all that life is love. 
 
 4 There is a death whose pang 
 Outlasts the fleeting breath : 
 Oh, what eternal horrors hang 
 Around the second death ! 
 
 5 Lord God of truth and grace, 
 Teach us that death to shun ; 
 Lest we be banished from Thy face, 
 And evermore undone. 
 
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 "Weep not, thy darling is not dead, but 
 
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 Only believe, for I have conquered death." 
 
 4 Then most we need the thoughts of Kesur- 
 
 rection, 
 Not the life here, 'mid pain, and sin, and 
 
 woe, 
 But ever in the fulness of perfection, 
 To walk with Him in robes as white as snow. 
 
 5 Didst Thou not enter in when that cold 
 
 sleeper 
 Lay still, with pulseless heart and leaden 
 
 eyes, 
 Put calmly forth each loud tumultuous weeper, 
 And take her by the hand and bid her rise ? 
 
 6 Come to us, Saviour ! in our lone dejection, 
 Speak calmly to our wild and helpless grief, 
 
 Bring as the hopes and thoughts of Resurrec- 
 tion, 
 Bring us the comfort of a true Belief. 
 
 7 Come ! with that Human Voice that breaks 
 
 in weeping, 
 Come ! with that awful Tenderness Divine, 
 Come ! tell us that they are not dead but 
 
 sleeping, . 
 But gone before to Thee, for they are Thine. 
 
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 As once in lowly form He came, 
 
 A Bilent Lamb to slaughter led, 
 
 The bruised, the suff 'ring and the dead. 
 
 The Lord will come,— a dreadful form, 
 With weath of flame, and robe of storm, 
 On cherub wings and wings of wind, 
 Appointed Judge of human kind. 
 
 Can this be He, who wont to stray 
 A pilgrim on the world's highway,— 
 By power oppressed, and mocked by pride? 
 O God ! is this the Crucified ? 
 
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 5 Go, tyrants ! to the rocks complain, 
 Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain ; 
 But faith, victorious o'er the tomb, 
 Shall sing for joy,—" The Lord is come ! " 
 
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 1 He reigns, the Lord, the Saviour, reigns, 
 Praise Him in evangelic strains : 
 
 Let the whole earth in songs rejoice, 
 And distant islands join their voice. 
 
 2 Deep are His counsels and unknown, 
 But grace and truth support His throne ; 
 Though gloomy clouds His way surround, 
 Justice is their eternal ground. 
 
 3 In robes of judgment, lo ! He comes, 
 Shakes the wide earth and cleaves the tombs; 
 Before Him burns devouring fire, 
 
 The mountains melt, the seas retire. 
 
 4 His enemies, with sore dismay, 
 
 Fly from the sight and shun the day ; 
 Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high, 
 And sing, for your redemption's nigh. 
 
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 1 V} hen shades of night around us close, 
 And weary limbs in sleep repose, 
 The faithful soul awake may be, 
 
 2 O come and reign o'er every land ; 
 Let Satan from his throne be hurled, 
 
 All nations bow to Thy command, 
 And grace revive a dying world. 
 
 3 Teach us. in watchfulness and prayer, 
 To wait for the appointed hour j 
 
 And longing, sigh. Lord, for Thee. 
 
 2 Thou true Desire of nations, hear : 
 Thou Word of God. Thou Saviour dear, 
 In pity heed our humble cries, 
 
 And bid at length the fallen rise. 
 
 3 come, Redeemer, come and free 
 Thine own from guilt and misery ; 
 The gates of heaven again unfold, 
 Which Adam's sin had closed of old. 
 
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 Short toil, eternal rest ; 
 
 For mortals and for sinners 
 A mansion with the blest. 
 
 3 And now we fight the battle, 
 But then shall wear the crown 
 
 Of full and everlasting 
 And passionless renown ; 
 
 4 And now we watch and struggle. 
 And now we live in hope, 
 
 And Zion in her anguish 
 With Bab} r lon must cope ; 
 
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 5 But He, whom now we trust in, 
 Shall then be seen and known ; 
 
 And the}- that know and see Him 
 Shall have Him for their own. 
 
 6 The morning shall awaken, 
 The shadows shall decay, 
 
 And each true-hearted servant 
 Shall shine as doth the day ; 
 
 7 There Grod, our King and Portion, 
 In fulness of His grace, 
 
 Shall we behold for ever 
 And worship face to face. 
 
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 All jubilant with song, 
 And bright with many an angel, 
 
 And all the martyr throng ; 
 The Prince is ever in them, 
 
 The daylight is serene ; 
 The pastures of the blessed 
 
 Are decked in glorious sheen. 
 
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 And there, from care released, 
 The song of them that triumph, 
 
 The shout of them that feast : 
 And they who, with their Leader, 
 
 Have conquered in the fight 
 For ever and for ever 
 
 Are clad in robes of white. 
 
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 O Paradise of joy ! 
 Where tears are ever banished, 
 
 And smiles have no alio}' ; 
 The Lamb is all thy splendor, 
 
 The Crucified thy praise ; 
 His laud and benediction 
 
 TI13- ransomed people raise. 
 
 3 With jasper glow thy bulwarks, 
 
 Thy streets with emeralds blaze ; 
 The sardius and the topaz 
 
 Unite in thee their rays ; 
 Thine ageless walls are bonded 
 
 With amethyst unpriced ; 
 The saints build up its fabric, 
 
 The corner-stone is Christ. 
 
 4 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean ! 
 
 Thou hast no time, bright day ! 
 Dear fountain of refreshment 
 
 To pilgrim's far away ! 
 Upon the Rock of Ages 
 
 They raise thy holy tower ; 
 Thine is the victor's laurel, 
 
 And thine the golden dower. 
 
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 1 The world is verjr evil, 
 
 The times are waxing late, 
 Be sober and keep vigil, 
 
 The Judge is at the gate ; 
 The Judge who comes in mercy, 
 
 The Judge who comes with might, 
 Who comes to end the evil, 
 
 Who comes to crown the right. 
 
 Arise, arise, good Christian, 
 
 Let right to wrong succeed ; 
 Let penitential sorrow 
 
 To heavenly gladness lead ; 
 To light that has no evening, 
 
 That knows no moon nor sun, 
 The light so new and golden, 
 
 The light that is but one. 
 
 home of fadeless splendor, 
 
 Of flowers that fear no thorn, 
 Where they shall dwell as children 
 
 Who here as exiles mourn ; 
 'Midst power that knows no limit, 
 
 Where wisdom has no bound, 
 The Beatific Vision 
 
 Shall glad the saints around. 
 
 happy, holy portion, 
 
 Refection for the blest, 
 True vision of true beauty, 
 
 True cure of the distrest : 
 Strive, man, to win that glory ; 
 
 Toil, man, to gain that light, 
 Send hope before to grasp it, 
 
 Till hope be lost in sight. 
 
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 The home of God's elect ! 
 sweet and blessed country. 
 
 That eager hearts expect ! 
 Jesus, in mercy bring us 
 
 To that dear land of rest ; 
 Who art, with God the Father, 
 
 And Spirit, ever blest. 
 
 Bernard of Morlaix, llio. 
 Trans. Jno. M. Neale, 1861. 
 
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 3 Come, kingdom of our God ! 
 And make the broad earth Thine ; 
 
 Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod 
 That flowers with grace divine. 
 
 4 Soon may all tribes be blest 
 With fruit from life's glad tree ; 
 
 ^_„ And in its shade like brothers rest, 
 
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 1 Saviour of our race, 
 Welcome indeed Thou art, 
 
 Blessed Redeemer, Fount of grace, 
 To this mj T longing heart ! 
 
 2 Light of the world, abide 
 Through faith within my heart ; 
 
 Leave me to seek no other guide, 
 Nor e'er from Thee depart. 
 
 3 Thou art the Life, Lord ! 
 Sole Light of life Thou art ! 
 
 Let not Thy glorious rays be poured 
 In vain on my dark heart. 
 
 4 Star of the East, arise ! 
 Drive all my clouds away ; 
 
 Guide me till earth's dim twilight dies 
 
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 His loving-kindness shall break through 
 
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 Wait, till the Bridegroom of thy soul 
 
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 Not only that He shed His blood, 
 
 But that it flowed for thee '. 
 
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ADVENT. 
 
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 Her sighs and tears and blood ? 
 
 3 Saint after saint on earth 
 
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 And as they left us one by one, 
 We laid them side by side. 
 
 4 We laid them down to sleep, 
 But not in hope forlorn ; 
 
 We laid them but to ripen there, 
 Till the last glorious morn. 
 
 5 We long to hear Thy voice, 
 To see Thee face to face. 
 
 To share Thy crown and glory then, 
 As now we share Thy grace. 
 
 6 Come. Lord ! and wipe away 
 The curse, the sin. the stain, 
 
 And make this blighted world of ours 
 Thine own fair world again. 
 
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 1 The Son of Man shall come 
 
 With angel hosts around, 
 'Mid darkening sun and falling stars, 
 And trumpet's solemn sound. 
 
 2 Awake, ye slumbering souls, 
 It is no time for rest ; 
 
 He comes, as comes the lightning flash 
 Shining from east to west. 
 
 3 Thy servants, Lord, prepare 
 For that tremendous day : 
 
 Fill every heart with watchful care, 
 
 And stir us up to pray. 
 ■4 Help us to wait the hour 
 
 In toil and holy fear. 
 When, manifested with Thy saints, 
 
 Thou shalt again appear. 
 5 Then, when the wailing earth 
 
 Thy sign in heaven shall see. 
 Thou shalt send forth Thine angel band 
 
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 Let men their songs employ ; 
 
 While fields ami floods, rocks, hills and plains 
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 3 No more let sin and sorrow urow, 
 Nor thorns infest the ground ; 
 
 And heavn and nature sins, 
 
 He comes to make His blessings flow 
 
 Far as the curse is found. 
 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 
 
 And make- the nations prove 
 The glories of His righteousness. 
 
 And wonders of His love. Itaac Watu, /too. 
 
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 Light on their mystic longings poured ; 
 
 Wise men from dismal regions round 
 Bowed at Thy manger and adored. 
 
 3 Thy Advent, Lord, revives the world ; 
 Thy life shall waiting nations know ; 
 
 The banner of Thy truth unfurled, 
 Shall glorious on the mountains glow. 
 
 4 The vales, where darkness lingers last, 
 Now kindle in prophetic light ; 
 
 The morning breaks ! for ever past 
 The fearful reign of ancient night. 
 
 5 Hail, glorious Advent ! heavenly birth ! 
 Shout, saints, in triumph Christ appears ; 
 
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 1 On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry 
 Announces that the Lord is nigh : 
 Awake, and hearken, for he brings 
 Glad tidings of the King of kings. 
 
 Earth, air and sea, with joy elate, 
 For their Creator's Advent wait ; 
 The very elements rejoice, 
 And welcome Him with cheerful voice. 
 
 3 We, too, will greet our coming God ; 
 
 And cleanse our hearts, and smooth the road; 
 And make within a place of rest, 
 Meet home for such a royal Guest. 
 
 4 For Thou art our salvation, Lord, 
 Our refuge, and our great reward : 
 Without Thy aid, like withering grass, 
 Man into nothingness must pass. 
 
 5 To heal the sick stretch forth Thine hand, 
 And bid the fallen sinner stand ; 
 
 Reveal Thy face and joy restore, 
 And make earth paradise once more. 
 
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 The clouds ye so much dread, 
 Are big with mercy, and shall break 
 In blessings on your head. 
 
 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 
 
 But trust Him for His grace ; 
 Behind a frowning providence 
 He hides a smiling face. 
 
 5 His purposes will ripen fast, 
 
 Unfolding every hour ; 
 The bud may have a bitter taste, 
 But sweet will be the flower. 
 
 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 
 
 And scan His work in vain ; 
 God is His own interpreter, 
 And He will make it plain. 
 
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 Beheld our helpless grief ; 
 He saw. and oh ! amazing love! 
 He ran to our relief. 
 
 3 Down from the shining seats above 
 
 With joyful haste He fled ; 
 Entered the grave in mortal flesh, 
 And dwelt among the dead. 
 
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 4 Oh ! for this love, let rocks and hills 
 
 Their lasting silence break, 
 And all harmonious human tongues 
 The Saviour's praises speak ! 
 
 5 Angels, assist our mighty joys ; 
 
 Strike all your harps of gold ! 
 But when you raise your highest notes, 
 His love can ne'er be told. 
 
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 8 O Jesus! ride onward, triumphantly glorious! 
 
 O'er sin, death, and hell, Thou art more than 
 victorious ; 
 
 Thy name is the theme of the great congrega- 
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 While angels and men raise the shout of salva- 
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 Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. 
 
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 With harps in our hands, we'll praise Him 
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 We'll range the sweet plains on the banks of 
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 And sing of salvation forever and ever ! 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc . 
 
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 Vain is the Tempter's subtlest snare, 
 And vain hell's varied wiles. 
 
 3 Then welcome toil and care and pain, 
 And welcome sorrow too ; 
 
 All toil is rest, all grief is gain, 
 With such a prize in view. 
 
 4 Come crown and throne, come robe and 
 
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 Burst forth, glad stream of peace : 
 Come, holy city of the Lamb ! 
 Rise, Sun of Righteousness ! 
 
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 For ever be withdrawn ? 
 Why dost thou tarry, day of days ? 
 When shall thy gladness dawn ? 
 
 Horatius Bonar. 
 
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 1 Awake, awake the sacred song 
 To our incarnate Lord ! 
 
 Let every heart and every tongue 
 Adore the eternal Word. 
 
 2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power, 
 
 By whom the worlds were made — 
 Oh, happy morn ! illustrious hour ! — 
 Was once in flesh arrayed ! 
 
 3 Then shone almighty power and love, 
 In all their glorious forms, 
 
 When Jesus left His throne above, 
 To dwell with sinful worms. 
 
 
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 To hail the joyful da} T ; 
 With rapture then let mortal tongues 
 
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 1 Hark, the glad sound ! the Saviour comesl 
 
 The Saviour promised long ! 
 Let every heart prepare a throne, 
 And every voice a song. 
 
 2 On Him the Spirit largely poured, 
 Exerts His sacred fire ; 
 
 Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, 
 His holy breast inspire. 
 
 3 He comes, the prisoners to release, 
 In Satan's bondage held ; 
 
 The gates of brass before Him burst, 
 The iron fetters } T ield. 
 
 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice 
 To clear the mental ray, 
 
 And on the eye-balls of the blind 
 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 heav'n's eternal arches ring 
 With Thy beloved name. 
 
 Philip Doddridge. 
 
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 Before Thy feet with them to bow, 
 
 Though vilest of them all ; 
 But, can I bear the piercing thought, 
 What if my name should be left out, 
 When Thou for them shalt call ? 
 
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 To see Thy smiling face ; 
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 While heaven's resounding mansions 
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 With shouts of sovereign grace. 
 
 Countess of Huntingdon, 1772, 
 
 HENRY SCHWING. 
 
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 3 Saviour, with protecting care 
 Return to this, Thy house of prayer, 
 Assembled in Thy sacred name, 
 Where we Thy parting promise claim, 
 
 Hosanna ! Lord ! Hosanna in the 
 highest ! 
 
 4 But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast, 
 Eternal, bid Thy Spirit rest ; 
 
 And make our secret soul to be 
 A temple pure, and worthy Thee. 
 Hosanna! Lord! Hosanna in the highest! 
 
 5 So, in the last and dreadful day, 
 When earth and heaven shall melt away, 
 Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, 
 Shall swell the sound of praise again. 
 
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 I onward press to you. 
 
 OO PARADISE. P. M. 
 
 Will join the glorious band. 
 5 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 
 
 My soul still pants for thee ; 
 Then shall my labors have an end, 
 
 When I thy joys shall see. 
 
 Latin Hymn, 8th century. 
 
 JOSEPH BARNBY. 
 
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 3 O Paradise, O Paradise, 
 'Tis weary waiting here ; 
 
 I long to be where Jesus is, 
 To feel, to see Him near ; 
 
 Where loyal hearts and true, &c. 
 
 4 Paradise, Paradise, 
 1 want to sin no more ; 
 
 I want to be as pure on earth, 
 
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 Where loyal hearts and true, &c. 
 
 5 Paradise, Paradise ! 
 I greatly long to see 
 
 The special place my dearest Lord 
 Is destining for me ; 
 
 Where loyal hearts and true, &c. 
 
 6 O Paradise, O Paradise, 
 I feel 'twill not be long ; 
 
 Patience ! I almost think I hear 
 Faint fragments of thy song ; 
 Where loyal hearts and true, &c. 
 
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 Wakes above, beneath, around, 
 
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 See Jehovah's banners furled, 
 
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 done. 
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 He shall reign, when like a scroll 
 
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 Then the end ; beneath His rod 
 
 Man's last enemy shall fall : 
 Hallelujah ! Christ in God, 
 
 God in Christ, is All in all. 
 
 James Montgomery, 1819. 
 
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 Go meet Him as He cometh, 
 
 With hallelujahs clear ; 
 The marriage-feast is waiting, 
 
 The gates wide open stand ; 
 Up ! up ! ye heirs of glory ! 
 
 The Bridegroom is at hand. 
 
 Ye saints ! who here in patience 
 
 Your cross and sufferings bore, 
 Shall live and reign forever, 
 
 Where sorrow is no more ; 
 Around the throne of glory, 
 
 The Lamb }-e shall behold, 
 In triumph cast before Him 
 
 Your diadems of gold. 
 Our Hope and Expectation, 
 
 O Jesus ! now appear ; 
 Arise, Thou Sun so longed for, 
 
 O'er this benighted sphere : 
 With hearts and hands uplifted, 
 
 We plead, Lord ! to see 
 The day of earth's redemption, 
 
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 ., God will make new heavens and earth, 
 ■t] Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 
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 Till that glorious kingdom come ? 
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 Psalms and hymns and songs of praise. 
 
 5 Saints below, with heart and voice, 
 Still in songs of praise rejoice, 
 Learning here, by faith and love, 
 Songs of praise to sing above. 
 
 6 Borne upon their latest breath, 
 Songs of praise shall conquer death ; 
 Then, amidst eternal jo} T , 
 Songs of praise their powers employ. 
 
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 Thou art worthy ! 
 Thou from earth hast set us free. 
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 Then shall end our days of mourning, 
 We shall sing with rapture then, 
 
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 Come, Lord Jesus, come. Amen. 
 
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CHRISTMAS. 
 
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 Jesus, our Immanuel ! 
 3 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace ! 
 Hail the Son of Righteousness ! 
 Risen with healing in His wings : 
 Light and life to all He brings ; 
 Mild He lays His glory by, 
 Born that man no more may die : 
 Born to raise the sons of earth, 
 Born to give them second birth. 
 
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 " Peace to the earth, good-will to men, 
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 E. H. Sears, 1638. 
 
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 With peaceful wings unfurled ; 
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 O'er all the weary world: 
 Above its sad and lowly plains 
 
 They bend on hovering wing, 
 And ever o'er its Babel sounds 
 
 The blessed angels sing. 
 
 3 O ye beneath life's crushing load, 
 
 Whose forms are bending low, 
 Who toil along the climbing way 
 
 With painful steps and slow ! 
 Look now, for glad and golden horn's 
 
 Come swiftly on the wing : 
 O rest beside the weary road, 
 
 And hear the angels sing. 
 
 4 For lo, the days are hastening on, 
 
 By prophets seen of old, 
 When with the ever-circling years 
 
 Shall come the time foretold, 
 When the new. heaven and earth shall own 
 
 The Prince of Peace their King, 
 And the whole world send back the song 
 
 Which now the angels sing. Amen. 
 
 Edmund H. Sears, 1850. 
 
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 Nor friendship half so sweet. 
 
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 And sheds its fragrance there ; 
 The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
 The cordial of its care. 
 
 5 I'll speak the honors of Thy name, 
 
 With my last laboring breath ; 
 Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms, 
 The antidote of death. 
 
 Philip Doddridge, 174$. 
 
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 Long-desired of every nation, 
 Joy of every waiting heart. 
 
 3 Born Thy people to deliver, 
 Born a Child, yet God our King, 
 
 Born to reign in us for ever, 
 
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 4 By Thine own eternal Spirit, 
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 The news of pardoning grace: 
 
 STe happy souls, draw near; 
 
 Behold your Saviour's face: 
 The year of jubilee is come; 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 4 Jesus, our great High Priest, 
 
 Has full atonement made; 
 Ye weary spirits, rest; 
 
 Ye mourning souls, be glad: 
 The year of jubilee is come, 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 
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 5 We wait in faith, and turn our face 
 To where the daylight springs ; 
 
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 Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in 
 
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 1 Brightest and best of the sons of the 
 
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 Dawn on our darkness, and lend us 
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 Star of the east, the horizon adorning, 
 Guide where our infant Redeemer is 
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 Dawn on our darkness, and lend us 
 
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 Star of the east, the ^horizon adorning, 
 Guide where our infant Redeemer is 
 
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 B3' highest worlds is paid; 
 
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 And by our lives displayed. 
 
 5 When shall we reach those blissful realms, 
 
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 Philip Doddridae, 1740. 
 
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 In life to glorify Thy power 
 In death to praise Thy name. 
 
 Emma Toke. 
 
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 1 Father ! our hearts we lift 
 Up to Thy gracious throne, 
 
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 Of Thine incarnate Son, 
 
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 Which nevermore shall end; 
 
 The Lord of hosts, the King of kings, 
 Declares Himself our Friend. 
 
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 The new-born Prince of peace; 
 And meekly in His spirit live, 
 And in His love increase. 
 
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 Heaven bursts her azure gates, to pour 
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 The glorious hosts of Zion came; 
 High heaven with songs of triumph rang, 
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 Bid Satan and his wiles depart : 
 Again the day-star gilds the gloom, 
 Again the bowers of Eden bloom ! 
 
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 The long-expected hour is nigh. 
 Sing praises, with the angel host, 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 Thomas Campbell, 1820. 
 
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 Love, with her torch-light from the skies, 
 Shall fire the holy sacrifice. 
 
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 That we to die through life may learn; 
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 May live with Thee for evermore. 
 
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 1 Thou, who gav'st Thy servant grace 
 On Thee the living rock to rest, 
 
 To look on Thine unveiled face, 
 And lean on Thy protecting breast; 
 
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 To feel Thy presence from above, 
 
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 To hear Thy voice and know Thy love; 
 
 3 And when the toils of life are done, 
 And nature waits Thy just decree,, 
 
 To find our rest beneath Thy throne, 
 And look in certain hope to Thee. 
 
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CHRISTMAS. 
 
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 JAMES MILLAR. 1754. 
 
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 It was the Star of Bethlehem ! 
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 It bade my dark forebodings cease; 
 And, through the storm and danger's thrall, 
 It led me to the port of peace. 
 Now, safely moored, m} T perils o'er, 
 I'll sing, first in night's diadem, 
 Forever, and for evermore, — 
 The Star, the Star of Bethlehem ! 
 
 Henry Kirke White, 1806. 
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 To call His banished children home; 
 And heaven and earth, and sea and shore 
 His love who sent Thee here adore. 
 
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 Whose guilt Thy blood has washed away ; 
 Redeemed, the new-made song we sing; 
 It is the birthday of our King. 
 
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 To our Father's house on high ! 
 
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 And peaceful leave before Thy feet. 
 
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 Thy goodness all our hope shall raise, 
 Adored through all our changing days. 
 
 5 When death shall interrupt these song& 
 And seal in silence mortal tongues, 
 Our Helper, God, in whom we trust. 
 
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 With morning light and evening shade. 
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 Till to those lofty heights we soar, 
 Where days and years revolve no more. 
 
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 My firm affection, Lord, to Thee ; 
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 A Fortress and Defence to me. 
 
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 Thou art my Shield from foes abroad, 
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 His name shall stand for ever ; 
 
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 Earth shall then her fruits^afford, 
 
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 Pure and free from sin's alloy, 
 All our costliest treasures bring, 
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 Keep us in the narrow way ; 
 And when earthly things are past, 
 Bring our ransomed souls at last 
 Where they need no star to guide, 
 Where no clouds Thy glory hide. 
 
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 1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies, 
 Christ, the true, the only Light ; 
 
 Sun of righteousness, arise, 
 
 Triumph o'er the shades of night : 
 Day-spring from on high, draw near ; 
 Day-star in our hearts appear. 
 
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 Unaccompanied by Thee ; 
 
 Joyless is the day's return, 
 
 Till Thy mercy's beams we see : 
 Lord, Thy inward light impart, 
 Cheering each benighted heart. 
 
 3 Visit every soul of Thine, 
 Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; 
 
 Fill with radiancy divine, 
 
 Scatter all our unbelief: 
 More and more Thyself display, 
 Shining to the perfect day, 
 
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 Set our hearts at liberty. 
 
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 Suddenly return, and never, 
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 Glory in Thy perfect love. 
 
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 Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 
 
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 Thy love which can all guilt, all pain remove ; 
 Nigh to our souls Thy great salvation bring, 
 Then sickness hath no pang, and death no sting. 
 
 4 We hail this pledge in all Thy deeds of grace ; 
 As once disease and sorrow fled Thy face, 
 
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 Sickness and tears and death no more shall be. 
 
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 Lift up our heads and hail with joy 
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 7 All praise to Thee, of old 
 By sign and wonder known ; 
 
 All praise to Thee, to be revealed 
 Upon the judgment throne. 
 
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 And storm -winds drift us from the shore, 
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 Our faith and love increase. 
 
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 1 Jesus, King most wonderful, 
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 Spirit of grace ineffable, 
 
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 Then wakens love divine. 
 
 3 Jesus, Light of all below ! 
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 4 May every heart confess Thy name, 
 And ever Thee adore ; 
 
 And seeking Thee, itself inflame 
 To seek Thee more and more. 
 
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 Thee may we love alone ; 
 
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 The image of Thine Own. 
 
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 4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns; 
 The joyful prisoner bursts his chains ; 
 The weary find eternal rest, 
 
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 Death and the curse are known no more; 
 In Him the tribes of Adam boast 
 More blessings than their father lost. 
 
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 Angels descend with songs again, 
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 1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come, 
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 Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 
 
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 His faith beheld the promised land, 
 And fired his zeal along the road. 
 
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 He likes the tents of Jacob well ; 
 But still in Zion loves to dwell. 
 
 2 His mercy visits every house, 
 
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 But makes a more delightful stay, 
 Where churches meet to praise and pray. 
 
 3 What glories were described of old ! 
 What wonders are of Zion told ! 
 Thou city of our God below ! 
 
 Thy fame shall Tyre and Eg} r pt know. 
 
 4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, 
 Shall there begin their lives anew ; 
 Angels and men shall join to sing 
 
 The hill where living waters spring. 
 
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 His Word and Spirit still prevail, 
 
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 In all, be Thou the End. 
 
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 Nothing so small can be, 
 
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 Our scant obedience change to Thine, 
 Our passions to Thy blessed will. 
 
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 The heathen in his blindness 
 
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 3 Can we, whose souls are lighted 
 With wisdom from on high, 
 
 Can we to men benighted 
 
 The lamp of life deny ? 
 Salvation, salvation ! 
 
 The joyful sound proclaim, 
 Till each remotest nation 
 
 Has learnt Messiah's name. 
 
 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, 
 And you, ye waters, roll, 
 
 Till, like a sea of glory, 
 
 It spreads from pole to pole ; 
 
 Till o'er our ransomed nature, 
 The Lamb for sinners slain, 
 
 Redeemer, King, Creator, 
 In bliss returns to reign. 
 
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 Our country's voice is pleading. 
 
 Ye men of God, arise ! 
 His providence is leading, 
 
 The land before you lies ; 
 Day-gleams are o'er it brightening, 
 
 And promise clothes the soil ; 
 Wide fields, for harvest whitening, 
 
 Invite the reaper's toil. 
 
 2 Go, where the waves are breaking 
 On California's shore, 
 
 Christ's precious Gospel taking, 
 More rich than golden ore ; 
 
 On Alleghan} T 's mountains, 
 Through all the western vale, 
 
 Beside Missouri's fountains, 
 Rehearse the wondrous tale. 
 
 3 The love of Christ unfolding, 
 Speed on from east to west, 
 
 Till all, His cross beholding, 
 
 In Him are fully blest. 
 Great Author of salvation, 
 
 Haste, haste the glorious day, 
 When we, a ransomed nation, 
 
 Thy sceptre shall obey. 
 
 Mrs. M. F. Anderson, 1848. 
 
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 And thousand hearts ascending 
 
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 While sinners, now confessing, 
 
 The Gospel call obey, 
 And seek the Saviour's blessing, — 
 
 A nation in a day. 
 
 3 Blest river of salvation ! 
 Pursue thine onward way ; 
 
 Flow thou to every nation, 
 
 Nor in thy richness stay : 
 Stay not till all the lowly 
 
 Triumphant reach their home ; 
 Stay not till all the holy 
 
 Proclaim — "The Lord is come ! " 
 
 Samuel F. Smith, 1831. 
 
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 1 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus ! 
 
 Ye soldiers of the cross ; 
 Lift high His royal banner, 
 
 It must not suffer loss : 
 From victory unto victory 
 
 His army shall He lead, 
 Till every foe is vanquished, 
 
 And Christ is Lord indeed. 
 
 2 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus ! 
 The trumpet call obey ; 
 
 Forth to the mighty conflict, 
 In this His glorious da} r : 
 
 "Ye that are men, now serve Him," 
 Against unnumbered foes ; 
 
 Let courage rise with danger, 
 And strength to strength oppose. 
 
 3 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus ! 
 Stand in His strength alone ; 
 
 The arm of flesh will fail you — 
 Ye dare not trust your own : 
 
 Put on the Gospel armor, 
 And, watching unto pra}-er, 
 
 Where duty calls, or danger, 
 Be never wanting there. 
 
 4 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus ! 
 The strife will not be long ; 
 
 This day, the noise of battle, 
 The next the victor's song : 
 
 To him that overcometh, 
 A crown of life shall be ; 
 
 He with the King of glory 
 Shall reign eternally ! 
 
 Gto. DuffMd. 
 
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 1 Cast thy bread upon the waters, 
 Thinking not 'tis thrown away ; 
 
 God Himself saith, thou shalt gather 
 
 It again some future day. 
 Cast thy bread upon the waters ; 
 
 Wildly though the billows roll, 
 They but aid thee as thou toilest 
 
 Truth to spread from pole to pole. 
 
 2 As the seed by billows floated, 
 To some distant island lone, 
 
 So to human souls benighted, 
 That thou flingest may be borne. 
 
 Cast thy bread upon the waters ; 
 Why wilt thou still doubting stand ? 
 
 Bounteous shall God send the harvest, 
 If thou sow'st with liberal hand. 
 
 Mrs. Phoebe A. Hanaford. 
 
 
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 3 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness- 
 Grant them, Lord, the glorious light ; 
 Now from eastern coast to western 
 
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 Let redemption, 
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 Win and conquer, — never cease ; 
 May thy lasting, wide dominions 
 Multiply and still increase : 
 
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 2 Jesus, Lord and Master, 
 
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 Often have we left Thee, 
 
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 Keep us, mighty Saviour, 
 
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 Bid Thine angels shield us 
 
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 3 Thou Holy Ghost, arise, 
 Expand Thy quickening wing, 
 
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 4 All on the earth, arise, 
 
 To God the Saviour sing ', 
 From shore to shore, from earth to heaven, 
 
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 Ralph Wardlaw. 1806. 
 
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 Redeemed at countless cost, 
 
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 3 Christ for the world we sing ; 
 The world to Christ we bring, 
 
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 With us the work to share, 
 
 With us reproach to dare, 
 
 With us the cross to bear, 
 
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 4 Christ for the world we sing ; 
 The world to Christ we bring, 
 
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 Work, for the night is coming, 
 
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 3 Work, for the night is coming, 
 
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 Work, for daylight flies. 
 Work till the last beam fadeth, 
 
 Fadeth to shine no more ; 
 Work while the night is darkening, 
 
 When man's work is o'er. 
 
 ArmaL. Walker. 
 
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 Thy voice their idols shall confound, 
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 In every land, of every name ; 
 
 Let adverse powers before Thee fall, 
 And crown the Saviour, Lord of all ! 
 
 Wm. Shrubsole, 1795. 
 
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 And spread Thy glories all abroad ; 
 
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 And be Thou known the gracious Grod. 
 
 2 Let millions bow before Thy seat, 
 'Let humble mourners seek Thy face, 
 
 Bring daring rebels to Thy feet, 
 Subdued by Thy victorious grace. 
 
 3 Oh let the kingdoms of the world 
 Become the kingdoms of the Lord ; 
 Let saints and angels praise Thy name, 
 Be Thou through heav'nand earth ador'd. 
 
 Benj. Beddome. 
 
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 thoughtless young, the hardened 
 scattered, homeless flock, till all [old, 
 Be gathered to Thy peaceful fold. 
 
 4 Send them Thy might} 7 word to speak, 
 Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, 
 
 awe the bold, to stay the weak, 
 And bind and heal the broken heart. 
 
 5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, 
 That makes us sadden as we gaze, 
 
 Shall grow with living waters green, 
 And lift to heaven the voice of praise. 
 
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 And nations, gathering at the call, 
 Their spirits kindle in its light. 
 
 4 Uplift the banner ! Let it float 
 
 Sky- ward and sea- ward, high and wide; 
 Our glory only in the Cross, 
 Our only hope the Crucified. 
 
 5 Uplift the banner ! Wide and high 
 Sea-ward and sky-ward let it shine ; 
 
 Nor skill, nor might, nor merit ours ; 
 We conquer only in that sign. 
 
 George W. Doane. 
 
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 Then shall thy radiance stream afar. 
 Wide as the heathen nations are. 
 
 3 Gentiles and kings thy light shall view, 
 And shall admire and love thee too : — 
 They come, like clouds across the sky, 
 As doves that to their windows fly. 
 
 Jr. Shrubsole, 1796. 
 
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 For Zion's heritage appear ; 
 Oh, send forth lab'rers filled with zeal 
 Swift to obey their Master's will. 
 
 2 Our lifted eyes, O Lord ! behold 
 The ripening harvest tinged with gold ; 
 Wide fields are opening to our view ; 
 The work is great, the lab'rers few. 
 
 3 Under the guidance of Thy hand 
 May Zion's sons to ever}' land 
 
 Go forth, to bless the dying race, 
 As heralds of redeeming grace. 
 
 4 Bid all their hearts with ardor glow, 
 The Saviour's dying love to show, 
 And spread the Gospel's joyful sound 
 Far as the race of man is found. 
 
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 Still westward, like our fathers, roam, 
 Still guided by Thy hand. 
 
 4 Saviour! we owe this debt of love; 
 Oh, shed Thy Spirit from above, 
 
 To move each Christian breast ; 
 Till heralds shall Thy truth proclaim, 
 And temples rise to fix Thy name, 
 
 Through all our desert west. 
 
 2 Then through our solitary coast, 
 The desert features soon were lost, 
 
 Thy temples there arose; 
 Our shores, as culture made -them fair, 
 Were hallowed by Thy rites, by pray'r 
 And blossomed as the rose. 
 
 3 And Oh! may we repay this debt 
 To regions solitary yet 
 
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 2 Majesty combined with meekness, 
 Righteousness and peace unite 
 To ensure Thy blessed conquests 
 Take possession of Thy right, 
 Ride triumphant, 
 Decked in robes of purest light. 
 
 3 Blest are they that touch Thy sceptre, 
 Blest are all that own Thy reign ; 
 Freed from sin, that worst of tyrants, 
 Rescued from its galling chain; 
 Saints and angels, 
 All who know Thee, bless Thy reign. 
 
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 No might of man avail us: 
 Our Captain is Immanuel, 
 And angel comrades hail us! 
 Still challenge ye His name 
 "Christ in the flesh who came," 
 "The Lord, the Lord of hosts!" 
 Our cause His succor boasts, 
 And God shall never fail us. 
 
 3 Though earth by peopling fiends be 
 
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 Embattled all, yet hidden; 
 And though their proud usurping gods 
 O'er thrones and shrines have 
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 Nay, let them stand revealed, 
 And darken all the field; 
 We fear not: fall they must! 
 The Word, wherein we trust, 
 Their triumph hath forbidden. 
 
 4 While mighty truth with us remains, 
 Hell's arts shall move us never; 
 Nor parting friendships, honors, 
 gains, 
 Our love from Jesus sever: 
 
 They leave us, when they part, 
 With Him a peaceful heart; 
 And when from death we rise, 
 Death yields us, as He dies, 
 The crown of life forever. 
 
 W. M. Hunting. 
 
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 1. A- las! and did my Saviour bleed, And did my Sovereign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ? 
 
 2 Was it for crimes that I had done, 
 
 He groaned upon the tree? 
 Amazing pity! grace unknown! 
 And love beyond degree! 
 
 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
 
 And shut his glories in, 
 When God the mighty Maker died 
 For man the creature's sin. 
 
 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 
 
 While His dear cross appears, 
 Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
 And melt mine eyes to tears. 
 
 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
 
 The debt of love I owe : 
 Here, Lord, I give myself away; 
 'Tis all that I can do. 
 
 Isaac Watts, 1707. 
 
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 1 God, my Supporter and my Hope, 
 
 My Help forever near! 
 Thine arm of mercy held me up , 
 When sinking in despair. 
 
 2 Thy counsels, Lord! shall guide my feet, 
 
 Through this dark wilderness : 
 Thy hand conduct me near Thy seat, 
 To dwell before Thy face. 
 
 3 Were I in heaven without my God, 
 
 'Twould be no joy to me; 
 And, whilst this earth is my abode, 
 I long for none but Thee. 
 
 4 What, if the springs of life were broke, 
 
 And flesh and heart should faint? 
 God is my soul's eternal Kock, 
 The Strength of every saint. 
 
 5 But to draAv near to Thee, my God! 
 
 Shall be my sweet employ ; [abroad, 
 My tongue shall sound' Thy works 
 And tell the world my joy. 
 
 Isaac Watts, 1719. 
 
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 1 How oft, alas! this wretched heart 
 
 Has wandered from the Lord! 
 How oft my roving thoughts depart 
 Forgetful of His word ! 
 
 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls— "Return!' ' 
 
 Dear Lord! and may I come? 
 My vile ingratitude I mourn; 
 Oh! take the wanderer home. 
 
 3 And canst Thou — wilt Thou yet for- 
 
 And bid my crimes remove? [give, 
 And shall a pardoned rebel live 
 To speak Thy wondrous love? 
 
 4 Almighty grace! Thy healing power, 
 
 How glorious, how divine! 
 That can to life and bliss restore 
 A heart so vile as mine. 
 
 5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, 
 
 Dear Saviour! I adore; 
 Oh! keep me at Thy sacred feet, 
 And let me rove no more. 
 
 Anne Steele, 1760. 
 
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 When first I saw the Lord ? 
 Where is the soul-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus and His word? 
 
 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed ! 
 
 How sweet their memory still ! 
 But now I find an aching 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 throne, 
 And worship only Thee. 
 
 6 So shall my walk be close with God, 
 
 Calm and serene my frame; 
 So purer light shall mark the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
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 1 Almighty God, Thy word is cast 
 
 Like seed into the ground; 
 Now let the dews of heaven descend, 
 And righteous growth abound. 
 
 2 Let not the foe of Christ and man 
 
 This holy seed remove; 
 But give it root in every heart, 
 To bring forth fruits of love. 
 
 3 Let not the world's deceitful cares 
 
 The rising plant destroy; 
 
 But let it yield an hundred fold 
 Returns of peace and joy: 
 
 4 Nor let Thy Word, so kindly sent 
 
 To raise us to Thy throne, 
 Go back to Thee, and 'sadly tell 
 That we reject Thy Son. 
 
 5 Oft as the precious seed is sown, 
 
 Thy quickening grace bestow, 
 That all, whose souls the truth receive, 
 Its saving power may know. 
 
 Jno. Cawood, 1825. 
 
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 1 When, wounded sore, the stricken-soul 
 
 Lies bleeding and unbound, 
 One only hand, a pierced hand, 
 Can heal the sinner's wound. 
 
 2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, 
 
 And tears of anguish flow, 
 
 One only heart, a broken heart, 
 
 Can feel the sinner's woe. 
 
 3 When penitence has wept in vain 
 
 Over some foul dark spot, 
 One only stream, a stream of blood, 
 Can wash away the blot. 
 
 4 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, 
 
 His hand that brings relief, [joys? 
 His heart, that's touched with all our 
 And feels for all our grief. 
 
 5 Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord, 
 
 Unseal that cleansing tide; 
 We have no shelter from our sin 
 But in Thy wounded side. 
 
 Oecil Francis Alexander. 
 
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 From Jesus to depart. 
 
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 My wandering soul restores; 
 
 He bids the mourning heart partake 
 The pardon it implores. 
 
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 The deep repentant sigh, 
 Confirm the kind, forgiving word, 
 
 With pity in Thine eye. 
 
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 Rejoice to seek Thy face; 
 J And, grateful, own how kind, how sweet, 
 
 Thy condescending grace. 
 
 Anne Steele. 
 
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 Jesus, with all Thy saints above, 
 My tongue would bear her part: 
 Would sound aloud Thy saving love, 
 And sing Thy bleeding heart. 
 
 2 Bless'd be the Lamb, my dearest Lord, 
 Who bought me with His blood, 
 
 And quenched His Father's flaming sword 
 In His own vital flood: 
 
 3 The Lamb that freed my captive soul 
 From Satan's heavy chains, 
 
 And sent the Lion down to howl 
 Where hell and horror reigns. 
 
 4 All glory to the dying Lamb, 
 And never-ceasing praise, 
 
 While augels live to know His name, 
 Or saints to feel His grace. 
 
 Isaac Watts, 1707. 
 
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 The Father sent His equal Son 
 To give them life again. 
 
 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed 
 With a revenging rod, 
 
 !No hard commission to perform 
 The vengeance of a God. 
 
 4 But all was mercy, all was mild, 
 And wrath forsook the throne, 
 
 When .Christ on the kind errand came, 
 And brought salvation down. 
 
 5 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls 
 Accept Thine offered grace: 
 
 We bless the great Redeemer's love, 
 And give the Father praise. 
 
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 The seeds of sin grow up for death, 
 Thy law demands a perfect heart; 
 But we're defiled in every part. 
 
 3 Great God, create my heart anew, 
 And form my spirit pure and true: 
 Oh, make me wise betimes to see 
 My danger and my remedy. 
 
 4 Behold, I fall before Thy face; 
 My only refuge is Thy grace: 
 
 No outward forms can make me clean; 
 The leprosy lies deep within. 
 
 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, 
 Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling 
 
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 Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, 
 Can wash the dismal stain away. 
 
 6 Jesus, my God, Thy blood alone 
 Hath power sufficient to atone; 
 
 Thy blood can make me white as snow; 
 No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 
 
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 Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease; 
 Lord, let me hear Thy pardoning voice; 
 And make rnv broken bones rejoice. 
 
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 1 The God of mercy warns us all 
 From day to day, from year to year; 
 
 And each must hear His awful call, 
 "No longer stand ye idle here.*' 
 
 2 Ye, whose young cheeks with health 
 
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 Whose hands are strong, whose hearts 
 
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 Why will ye waste the morning light ? 
 Alas, why stand ye idle here? 
 
 3 And ye, whose scanty locks of .gray 
 Foretell your latest travail near, 
 
 How swiftly fades your closing day, 
 And yet ye stand thus idle here. 
 
 4 O Thou, in heaven and earth adored. 
 Who makest erring souls Thy care, 
 
 Now call us to Thy vineyard, Lord, 
 And give us grace to serve Thee there. 
 
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 1 Behold a Stranger at the door: 
 
 He gently knocks, has knocked before; 
 Has waited long, is waiting still: 
 You treat no other friend so ill. 
 
 2 Oh, lovely attitude! He stands 
 With melting heart and open hands: 
 Oh, matchless kindness! and He shows 
 This matchless kindness to His foes ! 
 
 3 Rise, touched with gratitude divine, 
 Turn out His enemy and thine; 
 Turn out thy soul-enslaving sin, 
 And let the heavenly Stranger in. 
 
 4 Oh, welcome Him, the Prince of Peace! 
 Now may His gentle reign increas* ! 
 Throw wide the door, each willing mind; 
 And be His empire all mankind. 
 
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 Cast out and banished from Thy sight; 
 Thy holy joys, my God, restore, 
 And guard me that I fall no more. • 
 
 4 Though I have grieved Thy Spirit, 
 
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 His help and comfort still afford; 
 And let a sinner seek Thy throne, 
 To plead the merits of Thy Son. 
 
 Isaac Watts, 1719. 
 
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 1 Behold the sin-atoning Lamb, 
 With wonder, gratitude and love ! 
 
 To take away our guilt and shame, • 
 See Him descending from above. 
 
 2 Our sins and griefs on Him were laid; 
 He meekly bore the mighty load: 
 
 Our ransom-price He fully paid, 
 In groans and tears, in sweat and blood. 
 
 3 To save a guilty world He dies; 
 Sinners, behold the bleeding Lamb I 
 
 To Him lift up your longing eyes, 
 And hope for mercy in His name. 
 
 4 Pardon and peace through Him 
 
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 He can the richest blessings give; 
 Salvation in His name is found, 
 He bids the dying sinner live. 
 
 5 Jesus, my Lord, I look to Thee: 
 Where else can helpless sinners go ? 
 
 Thy boundless love shall set me free 
 From all my wretchedness and woe. 
 
 2 Just as I am, and waiting not 
 To rid my soul of one dark blot, 
 
 To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each 
 spot, 
 O Lamb of God ! I come — I come ! 
 
 3 Just as I am, though tossed about 
 With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
 Fightings and fears within, without, 
 
 O Lamb of God ! I come— I come ! 
 
 4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind ! 
 Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
 Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, 
 
 O Lamb of God ! I come — I come ! 
 
 ■5 Just as I am; Thou wilt receive, 
 Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; 
 Because Thy promise I believe, 
 O Lamb of God ! I come — I come ! 
 
 6 Just as I am; Thy love unknown 
 Has broken every barrier down ; 
 Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, 
 O Lamb of God ! I come — I come ! 
 
 Charlotte Elliott, 1836. 
 
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 1 O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry, 
 Though all my crimes before Thee lie, 
 Behold me not with angry look, 
 
 But blot their memory from Thy book. 
 
 2 Create my nature pure within, 
 And form my soul averse to sin; 
 Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart, 
 Nor hide Thy presence from my heart. 
 
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 Great God, Thy nature hath no bound, 
 So let Thy pardoning love be found. 
 
 3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin, 
 And make my guilty conscience clean; 
 Here on my heart the burden lies, 
 And past offences pain mine eyes. 
 
 4 My lips with shame my sins confess 
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 1 Thou loving Saviour of mankind, 
 Before Thy throne we pray and weep; 
 
 Oh, strengthen us, with grace divine, 
 This sacred fast aright to keep. 
 
 2 Searcher of hearts ! Thou dost our ills 
 Discern and all our weakness know: 
 
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 Again to us Thy mercy show. 
 
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 To fast from all the food of sin, 
 
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 1 With broken heart and contrite sigh, 
 A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry; 
 Thy pardoning grace is rich and free: 
 O God, be merciful to me ! 
 
 2 I smite upon my troubled breast, 
 With deep and conscious guilt op- 
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 Christ and His cross my only plea: 
 O God, be merciful to me ! 
 
 3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes, 
 Nor dare uplift them to the skies; 
 But Thou dost all my anguish see: 
 O God, be merciful to me ! 
 
 4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, 
 Can for a single sin atone; 
 
 To Calvary alone I flee: 
 O God, be merciful to me! 
 
 5 And when redeemed from sin and hell, 
 With all the ransomed throng I dwell, 
 My raptured song shall ever be, 
 
 God has been merciful tome ! 
 
 C. Elven, 1852. 
 
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 Through Thine Incarnate Son. 
 
 3 Guilt, like a heavy load, 
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 To Thee I make my sorrows known, 
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 4 The burden which I feel, 
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 Do Thou display Thy pardoning grace, 
 And Thine unbounded love. 
 
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 My shelter and my shade. 
 
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 Thou art the tower of my defense, 
 The refuge where I hide. 
 
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 Might weep our sin and shame; 
 
 He wept to show His love for us, 
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 How sad on Thee they fall ! 
 
 Seen through Thy gentle patience, 
 
 I tenfold feel them all. 
 I know they are forgiven ; 
 
 But still, their pain to me 
 Is all the grief and anguish 
 
 They laid, my Lord, on Thee. 
 
 3 My sins, my sins, my Saviour ! 
 Their guilt I never knew, 
 
 Till, with Thee, in the desert 
 
 I near Thy passion drew, 
 Till, with Thee, in the garden 
 
 I heard Thy pleading prayer, 
 And saw the sweat -drops bloody 
 
 That told Thy sorrow there. 
 
 4 Therefore my songs, my Saviour ! 
 E'en in this time of woe, 
 
 Shall tell of all Thy goodness 
 
 To suffering man below. 
 Thy goodness and Thy favor, 
 
 Whose presence from above, 
 Rejoice those hearts my Saviour, 
 
 That live in Thee, and love. 
 
 Jno. S. B. Morma, t988. 
 
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 1 I lay my sins on Jesus, 
 The spotless Lamb of God ; 
 He bears them all, and frees us 
 From the accursed load: 
 
 I bring my guilt to Jesus, 
 To wash my crimson stains 
 White in His blood most precious, 
 Till not a stain remains. 
 
 2 I lay my wants on Jesus; 
 All fullness dwells in Him; 
 He heals all my*liseases, 
 He doth my soul redeem: 
 
 I lay my griefs on Jesus, 
 My burdens and my cares, 
 He from them all releases, 
 He all my sorrow shares. 
 
 3 I rest my soul on Jesus, 
 This weary soul of mine; 
 His right hand me embraces, 
 I on his breast recline. 
 
 I love the name of Jesus, 
 Immanuel, Christ, the Lord; 
 Like fragrance on the breezes, 
 His name abroad is poured. 
 
 H. Bonar, 1857. 
 
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 Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; 
 Leave, ah! leave me not alone, 
 
 Still support and comfort me. 
 All my trust on Thee is stayed; 
 
 All my help from Thee I bring; 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 
 With the shadow of Thy wing. 
 
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 3 Thou, O Christ ! 'art all I want; 
 
 More than all in Thee I find; 
 Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 
 
 Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 
 Just and holy is Thy name, 
 
 I am all unrighteousness; 
 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 healing streams abound, 
 
 Make and keep me pure within; 
 Thou of life the fountain art, 
 
 Freely let me take of Thee; 
 Spring Thou up within my heart, 
 
 Rise to all eternity. 
 
 Charles Wesley, 17U0. 
 
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 Fasting with unceasing prayer, 
 Glad with Thee to suffer pain ? 
 
 4 And if Satan vexing sore 
 
 Flesh or spirit should assail, 
 Thou, his Vanquisher before, 
 Grant we may not faint nor fail. 
 
 5 So shall we have peace divine, 
 
 Holier gladness ours shall be: 
 Round us too shall angels shine, 
 Such as ministered to Thee. 
 
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 Hear our solemn Litany. 
 
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 By Thine hour of dire despair; 
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 Listen to our humble cry, 
 Hear our solemn Litany. 
 
 By Thy deep expiring groan; 
 By the sad sepulchral stone: 
 By the vault whose dark abode 
 Held in vain the rising God ! 
 Oh ! from earth to heaven restored, 
 Mighty, re-ascended Lord: 
 Listen, listen to the cry 
 Of our solemn Litany. 
 
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 Trampled on His precious blood, 
 Would not harken to His calls, 
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 3 With Thee avail not smitten breast, 
 
 Sad face, and garments rent, 
 Unless the contrite soul be sad, 
 And all its guilt lament. 
 
 With tears that speak a mourning 
 We Thee entreat, O God, [heart, 
 
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 To gather from these fasts below 
 Immortal fruit above. 
 
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 2 Thou, Thou, my Jesus, full of grace, 
 Didst me upou the cross embrace; 
 Didst bear the nails, the bloody spear, 
 The great disgrace the rabble's jeer. 
 
 3 Innumerable griefs were Thine, [mine! 
 Great sweats and anguish, Lord, of 
 The pangs of d#ith, and all for me, 
 That I, poor wretch , might come to Thee! 
 
 4 Then why not love with all my heart? 
 O Jesus, most beloved Thou art! 
 
 Not that Thou sav'st my soul above, 
 Nor me condemn'st, do I Thee love. 
 
 5 Not for the hope of sure reward, 
 But for Thv love, O blessed Lord! 
 My love is Thine, and e'er shall be, [me! 
 Because, my King, Thou reign'st o'er 
 
 Fraiicis Xavier. Trans, by C. C. Cox. 
 
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 1 Jesus, Thy boundless love to me 
 
 No thought can reach, no tongue declare; 
 
 Unite my thankful heart to Thee, 
 And reign without a rival there. 
 
 2 Thy love, how cheering is its ray! 
 All pain before its presence flies: 
 
 Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away, 
 Where'er its healing beams arise. 
 
 3 Oh, let Thy love my soul inflame, 
 And to Thy service sweetly bind; 
 
 Transfuse it through my inmost frame, 
 And mould me wholly to Thy mind. 
 
 4 Thy love, in suffering, be my peace; 
 Thy love, in weakness, make me strong; 
 
 And when the storms of life shall cease, 
 Thy love shall be, iu heaven, my song. 
 
 Paul Gerhardt, 1659. Trans, by John Wesley, 17S9. 
 
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 3 When from the dust of death I rise 
 To claim my mansion in the skies — 
 E'en then, this shall be all my plea: 
 Jesus hath lived, hath died for me. 
 
 4 Oh , let the dead now hear Thy voice! 
 Bid, Lord, Thy mourning ones rejoice! 
 Their beauty this, their glorious dress, 
 Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness. 
 
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 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, 
 When sinks my heart in waves of woe, 
 Jesus, Thy timely aid impart, 
 
 And raise my head and cheer my heart. 
 
 5 Saviour, where'er Thy steps I see, 
 Dauntless, untried, I follow Thee; 
 Oh, let Thy hand support me still, 
 And lead me to Thy holy hill ! 
 
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 Be Thou, O Eock of Ages, nigh; [gone; 
 
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 As clouds before the mid-day sun. 
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 Thy power our strength and fortress is, 
 
 For all things serve Thy sovereign will. 
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 I will lay my head on Jesus, 
 Pillow of the troubled soul. 
 Surely, none can feel like Thee, 
 Weeping One of Bethanyl 
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 Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow, 
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 Thou art all in all to me, 
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 That I no more revere His name. 
 
 5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes I may, 
 When I've no guilt to wash away, 
 No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
 No fears to quell, no soul to save. 
 
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 However dark it be! 
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 Choose out the path for me. 
 
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 My sickness or my health; 
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 My strength proportion to my day, 
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 3 My great Protector, and my Lord, 
 
 Thy constant aid impart; 
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 Sustain my trembling heart! 
 
 4 Oh, never let my soul remove 
 
 From this divine retreat! 
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 1 Prostrate, dear Jesus, at Thy feet 
 
 A guilty rebel lies; 
 And upward to Thy mercy-seat 
 Presumes to lift his eyes. 
 
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 To pay the debt I owe, 
 Tears should from both my weeping eyes 
 In ceaseless torrents flow. 
 
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 To expiate my guilt; 
 Notears,butthosewhichThouhastshed, 
 No blood, but Thou hast spilt. 
 
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 And all my sins forgive : 
 Justice w T ill well approve the word 
 That bids the sinner live. 
 
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 1 Blest Jesus! when my soaring thoughts 
 
 O'er all Thy graces rove, 
 How is my soul in transport lost, — 
 In wonder, joy, and love! 
 
 2 Not softest strains can charm my ears, 
 
 Like Thy beloved name; 
 Nor aught beneath the skies inspire 
 My heart with equal flame. 
 
 3 Where'er I look, my wondering eyes 
 
 Unnumbered blessings see; 
 But what is life, with all its bliss, 
 If once compared with Thee? 
 
 4 Hast Thou a rival in my breast? 
 
 Search, Lord, for Thou canst tell 
 If aught can raise my passions thus, 
 Or please my soul so well. 
 
 5 No: Thou art precious to my heart, 
 
 My portion and my joy: 
 For ever let Thy boundless grace 
 My sweetest thoughts employ. 
 
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 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; 
 Christ hath burst the gates of hell; 
 Death in vain forbids Him rise; 
 Christ hath opened Paradise. Alleluia! 
 
 4 Lives again our glorious King; 
 ••Where. O Death, is now thy sting?" 
 
 Once He died our souls to save; 
 "Where's thy victory, boasting Grave?" 
 
 Alleluia. 
 
 5 Soar we now where Christ has led, 
 Following our exalted Head; 
 
 Made like Him, like Him we rise; 
 Ours the cross, the grave, the skies! 
 
 Alleluia! 
 
 Charles Wesley. 
 
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 1 Jesus Christ is risen to-day, 
 Our triumphant holy day; 
 Who did once upon the Cross, 
 Suffer to redeem our loss. Alleluia! 
 
 2 Hymns of praise then let us sing 
 Unto Christ, our heavenly King, 
 Who endured the Cross and grave, 
 Sinners to redeem and save. Alleluia! 
 
 3 But the pains which He endured 
 Our salvation have procured; 
 Now above the sky He's King, 
 Where the angels ever sing. Alleluia! 
 
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 2 Hark! the wondering angels raise 
 Louder notes of joyful praise; 
 Let the earth's remotest hound 
 Echo with the blissful sound. 
 
 3 Saint- on earth, lift up your eyes; 
 Now t'> glory Bee Him rise 
 
 In long triumph through the sky, 
 Up to waiting worlds on high. 
 
 4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide; 
 Mighty Conqueror, through them ride! 
 
 King of glory mount Thy throne! 
 Boundless empire is Thine own. 
 Powers of heaven, seraphic choirs, 
 Sing and sweep your golden lyres; 
 Son- of men, in humbler strain 
 Sing your mighty Saviour's reign. 
 Every note with wonder swell, 
 Sin o erthrown, and captive hell! 
 Where, O death, is now thy sting? 
 Where thy terrors, vanquished king? 
 
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 Death's dark angel sheathes his sword; 
 Israel's hosts triumphant go 
 Thro' the wave that drowns the foe, 
 Praise we Christ whose blood was shed, 
 Paschal Victim, Paschal Bread ; 
 With sincerity and love, 
 Eat we manna from above. 
 
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 Mighty Victim from the sky! 
 Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie; 
 Thou hast conquered in the fight, 
 Thou hast brought us life and light: 
 Now no more can Death appal, 
 Now no more the grave enthral ; 
 Thou hast opened Paradise, 
 And in Thee Thy saints shall rise. 
 Easter triumph, Easter joy, 
 Sin alone can this destroy; 
 From sin's power do Thou set free 
 Souls new-born, O Lord in Thee. 
 Hymns of glory and of praise, 
 Risen Lord to Thee we raise; 
 Holy Father, praise to Thee 
 With the Spirit, ever be. 
 
 Latin Hymn. Trans, by R. Campbell, 1850, 
 
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 The joyful tidings bear. 
 
 Then take your golden lyres, 
 And strike each cheerful chord; 
 
 Join all the bright, celestial choirs, 
 To sing our risen Lord, 
 
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 He rises glorious from the dead : 
 All glory to our risen Head! 
 
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 4 He closed the yawning gates of hell, 
 The bars from heaven's high portals fell; 
 Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell! 
 
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 5 Lord! by the stripes which wounded Thee 
 From Death's dread sting Thy servants 
 That we may live and sing to Thee, [free, 
 
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 Christ has triumphed and we conquer 
 By His vict'ry o'er the grave; 
 Quicken'd with Him by the Spirit, 
 We the life eternal have. 
 
 Christ is risen, Christ the first-fruits 
 Of the holy harvest field, 
 Which with all its full abundance 
 At His second coming yield; 
 Men the golden ears of harvest 
 With their heads before Him wave, 
 Ripened by His glorious sunshine, 
 From the furrows of the grave. 
 
 Christ is risen, we are risen. 
 Shed upon us heav'nly grace, 
 Rain and dew and streams of glory 
 From the brightness of Thy face, 
 That we, with our hearts in heaven, 
 Here on earth may fruitful be, 
 And by angel hands be gathered, 
 And be ever, Lord, with Thee. 
 
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 His the sceptre, His the throne; 
 Alleluia, His the triumph, 
 
 His the victory alone; 
 Hark the songs of peaceful Zion 
 
 Thunder like a mighty flood; 
 Jesus out of every nation 
 
 Hath redeemed us by His blood. 
 Alleluia, Bread of angels 
 
 Thou on earth our Food, our Stay, 
 Alleluia, here the sinful 
 
 Flee to Thee from day to day; 
 Intercessor, Friend of sinners, 
 
 Earth's Redeemer, plead for me, 
 Where the songs of all the sinless 
 
 Sweep across the crystal sea. 
 Alleluia, King eternal, 
 
 Thee the Lord of lords we own; 
 Alleluia, born of Mary, [throne: 
 
 Earth Thy footstool, heav'n Thy 
 Thou within the veil hast entered, 
 
 Robed in flesh, our great High Priest; 
 Thou on earth both priest and victim 
 
 In the Eucharistic Feast. 
 
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 Alleluia joyfully. 
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 All thy children sing with thee: 
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 Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven, 
 
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 My Pattern, and my Guide: 
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 His watchful eyes shall keep 
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 He feeds His flock , He calls their names, 
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 Thy light, yet unrisen, the wilderness 
 
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 1 Jesus, my Lord, how rich Thy grace! 
 
 Thy bounties how complete! 
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 2 If Christ is mine, let friends forsake, 
 
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 He, the full source of every good, 
 Is more than all to me. 
 
 3 If Christ is mine, unharmed I pass 
 
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 When heart and flesh shall fail. 
 
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 I nothing want beside; 
 
 My soul shall at the Fountain live, 
 
 When all the streams are dried. 
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 On Him our humble hopes depend: 
 Our cause can never, never fail, 
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 'Mid foes and fears Thee may I see, 
 
 A refuge and a rest for me. 
 
 4 Anoint me with Thy gladdening grace, 
 To cheer me in the heavenly race; 
 Cause all my gloomy doubts to flee, 
 And make my spirit rest in Thee. 
 
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 Bring me through death to endless life; 
 Then, face to face, beholding Thee, 
 My refuge and my rest shall be. 
 
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 From strangers may they ever flee, 
 And know no other guide but Thee. 
 
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 And let the number be complete. 
 Then let Thy flock from earth remove. 
 And occupy the fold above. 
 
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 My Saviour, my eternal Rest: 
 Then only will this longing heart 
 Be fully and for ever blest. 
 
 2 Let me be with Thee where Thou art. 
 
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 Then only will this wandering heart 
 Cease to be treach'rous, faithless, 
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 Where spotless saints Thy name 
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 Then only will this sinful heart 
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 Where none can die, where none 
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 Then neither death nor life will part 
 Me from Thy presence and Thvlove. 
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 To sanctify the soul, 
 
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 The Father, Son, and Thee! 
 
 Joseph Hart, 1759. 
 
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 1 Come, Holy Spirit! come 
 With energy divine, 
 
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 With beams of mercy shine. 
 
 2 From the celestial hills, 
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 3 Oh! melt this frozen heart, 
 This stubborn will subdue; 
 
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 The remnant of my days. 
 
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 The cords of love our hearts should bind. 
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 All powerful from above, 
 
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 The image of Thy love. 
 
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 That generous pleasure know, . 
 
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 To damp the immortal flame? 
 
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 3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears, 
 Banish all your guilty fears; 
 
 See your guilt and curse remove, 
 Canceled by redeeming love. 
 
 4 Ye, alas! who long have been 
 Willing slaves to death and sin, 
 Now from bliss no longer rove, 
 Stop, and taste redeeming love. 
 
 5 Welcome all, by sin opprest, 
 Welcome to the Saviour's breast; 
 Nothing brought Him from above, 
 Nothing but redeeming love. 
 
 6 He subdued the infernal powers, 
 Those tremendous foes of ours, 
 From their cursed empire drove; 
 Mighty in redefining love. 
 
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 Strike aloud each tuneful string; 
 Mortals, join the hosts above, 
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 1 Everlasting arms of love 
 Are beneath, around, above: 
 He who left His throne of light, 
 And unnumbered angels bright; 
 
 2 He who on the accursed tree 
 Gave His precious life for me — 
 He it is that bears me on, 
 
 His the arm I lean upon. 
 
 3 He who now, enthroned above, 
 Still retains His heart of love, 
 Marking still each falling tear 
 Of His burdened pilgrims here; 
 
 4 He who wields creation's rod, 
 He, my Brother, yet my God; 
 Faithful He, whate'er betide, 
 Is my everlasting Guide. 
 
 5 All things hasten to decay, 
 Earth and seas will pass away: 
 Soon will yonder circling sun 
 Cease his blazing course to run. 
 
 6 Scenes will vary, friends grow strange, 
 But the Changeless cannot change: 
 Gladly will I journey on, 
 
 With His arm to lean upon. 
 
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 Besieging Thine attentive ear 
 With all the force of fervent prayer. 
 
 3 Oh! may we love the house of God, 
 Of peace and joy the blest abode; 
 Oh! may no angry strife destroy 
 That sacred peace, that holy joy. 
 
 4 The world without may rage, but we 
 Will only cling more close to Thee, 
 With hearts to Thee more wholly giv'n, 
 More weaned from earth, more fixed on 
 
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 The sacred gift of mutual love; 
 Each other's wants may we supply, 
 And reign together in the sky. 
 
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 Beloved and loving, both combined; 
 
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 What bliss it is to love Thee, Lord! 
 To dwell in humble faith with Thee 
 Is boundless, full felicity. 
 
 3 Let saints below and saints above 
 Show forth Thy faithful, endless love; 
 And know the joy Thy people see, 
 Who suffer and who weep with Thee. 
 
 4 Infinite Majesty above! 
 
 Our Hope, our Life, our Joy and Love; 
 Thy fulness, Jesus, let us see, 
 And evermore abide in Thee. 
 
 5 Thus, seeing and enjoying Thee, 
 
 In earth and heav'n our joy shall be; 
 And grateful praise to Thee be giv'n, 
 Through all the blissful life of heav'n. 
 
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 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth, 
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 From the gloom His brightness streameth ; 
 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 4 He with earthly cares entwineth 
 
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 Our mutual burdens bear; 
 Ami often for each other flows 
 The sympathizing tear. 
 
 4 "When we asunder part, 
 
 It gives us inward pain; 
 But we shall still be joined in heart, 
 And hope to meet again. 
 
 5 This glorious hope revives 
 
 Our courage by the way; 
 "While each in expectation lives, 
 And longs to see the day. 
 
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 And sin, we shall be free; 
 And perfect love, and friendship, reign 
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 All that we have is Thine alone, 
 
 A trust, O Lord, from Thee. 
 May we Thy bounties thus, 
 
 As stewards true, receive, 
 And gladly, as Thou blessest us, 
 
 To Thee our first-fruits give. 
 To comfort and to bless, 
 
 To find a balm for woe, 
 To tend the lone and fatherless 
 
 Is angel's work below. 
 The captive to release, 
 
 To God the lost to bring, 
 To teach the way of life and peace — 
 
 It is a Christ-like thing. 
 And we believe Thy word, 
 
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 And then, on faith's triumphant wings, 
 To endless glory rise. 
 
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 Rebels He receives as friends, 
 
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 God is true as He is just; 
 Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 
 
 4 Jesus lives, and by His grace, 
 
 Victory o'er my passions giving, 
 I will cleanse my heart and ways, 
 Ever to His glory living. 
 
 The weak He raises from the dust: 
 Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 
 
 5 Jesus lives, and I am sure 
 
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 How good to those who seek! 
 
 Nor tongue, nor pen can show: 
 The love of Jesus, what it is, 
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 5 Jesus, our only joy be Thou, 
 As Thou our prize wilt be: 
 Jesus, be Thou our glory now, 
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 Thy word I would obey; 
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 2 Lord, I believe; but gloomy fears 
 
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 And Thee, the living Bread. 
 
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 To live in holy love; 
 That the last trump may summon us 
 To bliss with them above. 
 
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 Through every conflict but the last, 
 Still, still unchanging, watch beside 
 My painful bed, for Thou hast died; 
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 1 As oft with worn and weary feet, 
 We tread earth's rugged valley o'er, 
 
 The thought, how comforting and sweet, 
 
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 Our wants and weaknesses he knows, 
 From life's first dawning till its close. 
 
 2 Do sickness, feebleness or pain 
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 The recollection will remain, 
 
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 His life, how truly sad and brief, 
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 And whisper evil things within, 
 
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 When worn and in a feeble hour 
 The tempter came with all his power. 
 
 4 Just such as I, this earth He trod, 
 With every human ill but sin; 
 
 And though indeed the Son of God, 
 
 As I am now, so He has been. 
 My God, my Saviour, look on me 
 With pity, love and sympathy. 
 
 James Edmeston, 181,7. 
 
 386 Continued. 
 
 2 " My times are in Thy hand; " 
 
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 Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, 
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 My Father's hand will never cause 
 His child a needless tear. 
 
 " My times are in Thy hand;" 
 I'll always trust in Thee; 
 
 Till I possess the promised land, 
 And all Thy glory see. 
 
 William F. Lloyd, 18S6. 
 
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 Charlemagne. Trans, by E. Caswall. 
 
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 Oh, highest gift of God most highl 
 Oh, Fount of life! Oh, Fire of love! 
 Anointing Spirit from above! 
 
 3 Thou in Thy bounteous gifts art known; 
 Thee, Finger of God's hand, we own; 
 The promise of the Father Thou! 
 
 Our tongues with truth and power endow. 
 
 4 Kindle our senses from above, 
 
 And make our heart's o'erfiow with love 
 With patience firm, and virtue high, 
 The weakness of our flesh supply. 
 
 5 Far from us drive the foe we dread, 
 And grant us Thy true peace instead; 
 
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 Health of the weak, to make them strong! 
 
 Kefuge of sinners, and their song! 
 
 Comfort of each afflicted breast! 
 
 Haven of hope in realms of rest! 
 
 Lord of patriarchs gone before! 
 
 Light of the prophets learned lore! 
 
 Deign from Thy throne to look on me, 
 
 And hear my lowly Litany. 
 
 Lead me, O Spirt, to the Son, 
 
 To taste and feel what He has done : 
 
 To lay me low before His cross, 
 
 And reckon all besides as dross. 
 
 To speak, and think, and will, and move, 
 
 And love, as Thou would'st have me love: 
 
 Oh, look upon this bended knee, 
 
 And hear my heart's own Litany. 
 
 Matthew Bridges, 
 
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 2 That I Thy mercy may proclaim, 
 That all mankind Thy truth may see; 
 
 Hallow Thy great and glorious name, 
 And perfect holiness in me. 
 
 3 Purge me from every sinful blot, 
 My idols all be cast aside, 
 
 Cleanse me from every sinful thought, 
 From all the filth of self and pride. 
 
 4 Give me a new, a perfect heart, 
 
 From doubt, and fear, and sorrow free; 
 
 The mind which wa3 in Christ impart, 
 And let my Spirit cleave to Thee. 
 
TRINITY SEASON— TRUST. 
 
 2 From the sword, at noon-day wasting, 
 
 From the noisome pestilence, 
 In the depth of midnight, blasting, 
 
 God shall be thy sure defense: 
 Fear not thou the deadly quiver, 
 
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 Mercy shall thy soul deliver, 
 
 Though ten thousand be laid low. 
 
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 Here, for grief reward thee double, 
 
 Crown with life beyond the grave. 
 
 James Montgomery. 
 
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 To keep my mortal breath: 
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 "He that was dead now lives again, 
 He that was lost is found!" 
 
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 Raise the dejected soul to hope, 
 And make the lofty bow. 
 
 3 In countries far from home, 
 
 On earthly husks we feed; 
 Back to our Father's home, O Lord, 
 Our wand'ring footsteps lead. 
 
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 "He that was dead now lives again, 
 He that was lost is found!" 
 
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 Our souls to Thee, our Head; 
 Shall form u*to Thine image bright, 
 And teach Thy paths to 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, 
 
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 If He in heaven has fixed His throne. 
 He'll fix His members there. 
 
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 Patient and meek He stood, 
 His foes, ungrateful, sought His life; 
 He labored for their good. 
 
 5 To God He left His righteous cause, 
 
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 While humble prayer and holy faith 
 His fainting strength renew' d. 
 
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 7 Be Christ our pattern and our guide, 
 
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 Our daily cross to bear, 
 Like Thee, to do our Father's will, 
 Our brethren's griefs to share. 
 
 3 Let grace our selfishness expel, 
 
 Our earthliness refine, 
 And kindness in our bosoms dwell, 
 As free and true as Thine. 
 
 4 If joy shall at Thy bidding fly, 
 
 And grief's dark day come on, 
 We, in our turn, would meekly cry 
 Father! Thy will be done! 
 
 5 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, 
 
 Or brethren faithless prove, 
 Then, like Thine own, be all our aim 
 To conquer them by love. 
 
 6 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, 
 
 Forgiving and forgiven, 
 Oh, may we lead the pilgrim's life, 
 And follow Thee to heaven. 
 
 John Hampden Gurney. 
 
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 1 Sovereign of all the worlds on high, 
 
 Allow r my humble claim; 
 Nor, while a worm would raise its head, 
 Disdain a Father's name. 
 
 2 My Father, God! how sweet the sound! 
 
 How tender, and how dear! 
 
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 Not all the harmony of heav'n 
 Could so delight the ear. 
 
 3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name 
 
 On my expanding heart, 
 And show that in Jehovah's grace 
 I share a filial part. 
 
 4 Cheered by a signal so divine, 
 
 Unwav'ring, I believe; 
 And Abba, Father, humbly cry, 
 Nor can the sign deceive. 
 
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 403 
 
 1 Lord, like the publican I stand, 
 
 And lift my heart to Thee; 
 Thypard'ninggrace, O God, command; 
 Be merciful to me. 
 
 2 I smite upon my anxious breast, 
 
 O'erwhelmed with agony! 
 Oh, save my soul by sin oppressed; 
 Be merciful to me. 
 
 3 My guilt, my shame, I all confess, 
 
 I have no hope nor plea 
 But Jesus' blood and righteousness; 
 Be merciful to me. 
 
 4 Here at Thy cross I still would wait, 
 
 Nor from its shelter flee, 
 Till Thou, O God, in mercy great, 
 Art merciful to me. 
 
 T. Baffles, 
 
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 From every murmur free; 
 
 The blessings of Thy grace impart 
 And let me live to Thee. 
 
 Let the sweethope, that Thou artmine, 
 
 My path of life attend; 
 Thy presence through my journey shiue, 
 
 And crown my journey's end. 
 
 Anne Steele, 1760. 
 
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 The great congregation His triumph shall sing, 
 Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. 
 
 3 Salvation to God, who sits on the throne, 
 Let all cry aloud and honor the Son; 
 The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim, 
 
 Fall down on their faces and worship the Lamb. 
 
 4 Then let us adore and give Him His right, 
 All glory, and power, and wisdom and might; 
 All honor and blessing, with angels above, 
 And thanks never ceasing, and infinite love. 
 
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 And gratefully sing His power and His love; 
 Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days, 
 Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. 
 
 2 Oh, tell of His might, oh, sing of His grace, 
 Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space; 
 
 His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form, 
 And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. 
 
 3 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, 
 In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail; 
 Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end! 
 Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer and Friend. 
 
 4 Oh measureless might, ineffable Love, 
 While angels delight to hymn Thee above, 
 The humbler creation, though feeble their lays, 
 With true adoration shall sing to Thy praise. 
 
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 4 Through ev'ry period of my life 
 
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 The glorious theme renew. 
 
 5 Through all eternity, to Thee 
 
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 Thy majesty how bright; 
 How beautiful Thy mercy-seat, 
 In depths of burning light. 
 
 2 How dread are Thine eternal years, 
 
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 By saints and angels day and night 
 Incessantly adored. 
 
 3 Oh, how I fear Thee, living God, 
 
 With deepest, tend'rest fears; 
 And worship Thee with trembling hope, 
 And penitential tears. 
 
 4 Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord, 
 
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 For Thou hast stooped to ask of me 
 The love of my poor heart. 
 
 5 No earthly father loves like Thee, 
 
 No mother, e'er so mild, 
 Bears and forbears as Thou hast done 
 AVith me Thy sinful child. 
 
 6 Father of Jesus, love's Reward! 
 
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 His form! how bright His beauties are! 
 
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 He shines with a superior grace; 
 Love from his lips divinely flows, 
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 With truth and meekness at Thy side* 
 
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 Shall melt the rebels at Thy feet. 
 
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 Thy laws and works are just and right,. 
 Justice and grace are Thy delight. 
 
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 The eternal Son above the rest. 
 
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 That He alone did all things w T ell. 
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 Or dark or sorrowful my days; 
 And though my spirit oft rebel, 
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 And when I stand before His throne, 
 And all His ways are fully known, 
 This note in sweetest strains shall swell, 
 That Jesus hath done all things well. 
 Samuel Medley, 
 
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 Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer; 
 The desert Thy temptations knew, 
 Thy conflict and Thy victory too. 
 
 4 Be Thou my pattern; make me bear 
 More of Thy gracious image here; 
 Then God, the Judge shall own my name, 
 Amongst the followers of the Lamb. 
 
 Isaac WatU, 1709, 
 
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 The holy gospel we profess; 
 So let our works and virtues shine, 
 To prove the doctrine all divine. 
 
 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad 
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 And grace subdues the power of sin. 
 
 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, 
 Passion and envy, lust and pride; 
 While justice temperance, truth, and 
 Our inward piety approve. [love, 
 
 4 Religion bears our spirits up, 
 AVhile we expect that blessed hope, 
 The bright appearance of the Lord, — 
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 Isaac Walls, 1709. 
 
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 Which nought but Thou can fill. 
 
 O Jesus, Saviour, hear the sighs 
 Which unto Thee we send; 
 
 To Thee our inmost spirit cries, 
 To Thee our prayers ascend. 
 
 Abide with us, and let Thy light 
 Shine, Lord, on every heart; 
 
 Dispel the darkness of our night, 
 And joy to all impart. 
 
 5 Jesus, our Love and Joy, to Thee, 
 The Virgin's holy Son, 
 All might, and praise, and glory be 
 While endless ages run. 
 
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 Edward Osier. 
 
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 1 O Love divine, how sweet thou art! 
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 All taken up by thee? 
 I thirst, I faint, I die to prove 
 The greatness of redeeming love, 
 
 The love of Christ to me. 
 
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 To do on earth our Father's will, 
 
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 To walk in Christ, the living Way, 
 With all Thy children, and obey 
 
 The law of" Christian love. 
 
 2 So may we join Thy name to bless, 
 Thy grace adore, Thy power confess, 
 
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 Till we, who love Thee, Lord, 
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 And shine — the sons of God. 
 
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 Thy crown our rich inheritance! 
 Heirs to Thy royal throne! 
 
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 Before we upward pass to heaven 
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 John M. Neale. 
 
 433 
 
 1 O Guardian of the Church divine, 
 The sevenfold gifts of grace are Thine, 
 And kindled by Thy hidden fires 
 The soul to highest aims aspires. 
 
 2 Thy ministers, O Lord, endue 
 With wisdom, and their zeal renew; 
 Turn all their weakness into might, 
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 That with the saints of ages gone, 
 And those to come, we may be one. 
 
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 And peace, the fruit of love, bestow; 
 Convert the world, make all confess 
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 All our sorrows left below, 
 
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 This all my hope, and all my plea, 
 For me the Saviour died! 
 
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 Fountain for guilt and sin, 
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 Till hope in full fruition die, 
 And all my soul be love. 
 
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 Some tokens of Thy grace. 
 
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 And seal them heirs of heaven? 
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 And show my sins forgiven? 
 
 3 Assure my conscience of her part 
 
 In my Redeemer's blood; 
 And bear Thy witness with my heart, 
 That I am born of God. 
 
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 The pledge of joys to come; 
 And Thy soft wings, celestial Dove, 
 Will safe convey me home. 
 
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 Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
 
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 I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
 
 Supported by Thy word. 
 
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 They view the triumph trom afar, 
 
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 When that illustrious day shall rise, 
 
 And all Thy armies shine 
 In robes of victory through the skies, 
 
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 The man that dwells where Jesus is 
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 From pride and envy free. 
 
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 A heart that's sprinkled with Thy blood, 
 So freely shed for me! 
 
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 My dear Redeemer's throne; 
 Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
 Where Jesus reigns alone! 
 
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 Believing, true, and clean; 
 Which neither life nor death can part 
 From Him that dwells within! 
 
 4 A heart in every thought renewed, 
 
 And full of love divine, 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and good; 
 A copy, Lord, of Thine! 
 
 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; 
 
 Come quickly from above; 
 Write Thy new name upon my heart, 
 Thy new, best name of love. 
 
 Charles Wesley, llht. 
 
TRINITY SEASON— ASPIRATION. 
 
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 Foes around us and within; 
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 Washed are their robes in Jesus'blood 
 More spotless than the purest white, 
 They shine in uncreated light. 
 
 3 Brighter than angels, lo! they shine; 
 Their glories great, and all divine; 
 Tell me their origin, and say [they? 
 Their order what — and whence came 
 
 4 Through tribulation great, they came; 
 They bore the cross, and scorned the 
 Within the living temple blest, [shame; 
 In God they dwell, and on Him rest. 
 
 5 Unknown to mortal ears they sing 
 The sacred glories of their King; — 
 Tell me the subject of their lays, 
 And whence their loud exalted praise? 
 
 6 Jesus, the Saviour, is their theme; 
 They sing the wonders of His name; 
 To Him ascribing power and grace, 
 Dominion and eternal praise. 
 
 7 Amen, they cry, to Him alone, 
 Who dares to iill His Father's throne; 
 They give Him glory, and again 
 Repeat His praise and say, Amen. 
 
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 3 Thy cov'nant may the}' keep, 
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 Purchased and saved by blood divine, 
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 And give us life ! 
 
 3 Thou art the great High Priest ! 
 Thou hast prepared the feast 
 
 Of heavenly love ; 
 While in our mortal pain, 
 None calls on Thee in vain, 
 Help Thou dost not disdain, — 
 
 Help from above. 
 
 4 Ever be Thou our Guide, 
 Our Shepherd and our Pride, 
 
 Our Staff and Song ! 
 Jesus ! Thou Christ of God ! 
 By Thy perennial word 
 Lead us where Thou hast trod, 
 
 Make our faith strong. 
 
 5. So now, and till we die, 
 Sound we Thy praises high, 
 
 And joyful sing ! 
 Let all the holy throng, 
 Who to Thy Church belong, 
 Unite and swell the song 
 
 To Christ our King ! 
 
 Clement of Alexandria, 200. 
 
 Trans. II. M. Dexter. 
 
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 Saved by that body and that holy blood, 
 With souls refreshed, we render thanks to 
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 By His dear cross and blood the vict'ry 
 
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 3 He, ransomer from death, and light from 
 
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 With heav'nly bread makes them that 
 
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 Gives living waters to the thirsting soul. 
 
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 He, that in this world rules his saints and 
 
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 To all believers life eternal yields. 
 
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 DANIEL BEAD. 
 
 1. *Twas on that dark, that dole-ful night, When pow'rs of earth and hell a - rose A-gainst the Son of God's de-light, 
 
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 What love through all His actions ran ! 
 What wondrous words of grace He spake ! 
 
 3 '• This is my body, broke for sin ; 
 Receive and eat the living food ; " 
 
 Then took the cup, and blessed the wine, 
 '• 'Tis the new covenant in my blood." 
 
 4 For us His flesh with nails was torn, 
 He bore the scourge, He felt the thorn; 
 
 And justice poured upon His head 
 Its heavy vengeance in our stead. 
 
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 la memory of your dying friend ; 
 
 Meet, at my table, and record 
 The love of your departed Lord." 
 
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 We show Thy death, we sing Thy name, 
 
 Till Thou return, and we shall eat 
 The marriage supper of the Lamb. 
 
 Isaac Watts, 1107. 
 
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 1 Body of Jesus, oh, sweet food ! 
 Blood of my Saviour, precious blood ; 
 On these Thy gifts, Eternal Priest ! 
 Grant Thou my soul in faith to feast. 
 
 2 Weary and faint I thirst and pine 
 For Thee, my Bread, for Thee, my Wine, 
 Till strengthened, as Elijah trod, 
 
 I journey to the mount of God. 
 
 3 There clad, in white, with crown and palm, 
 At the great Supper of the Lamb, 
 
 Be mine, -with all Th}- saints to rest, 
 Like him that leaned upon Thy breast. 
 
 4 Saviour ! till then, I fain would know 
 That feast above 03^ this below ; 
 
 This bread of life, this wondrous food, 
 Thy body and Thy precious blood. 
 
 Arthur C. Coxe. 1858. 
 
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 Help Thou me my every task 
 Faithful to fulfil. 
 
 3 Holy Spirit, loving Guide ! 
 
 Lead me day by day ; 
 Guard my steps on every side^ 
 Lest I go astray. 
 
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 Is Jesus formed, and living there ? 
 Say, do His lineaments divine 
 
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 4 Searcher of hearts, O search me still, 
 The secrets of my soul reveal ; 
 
 My fears remove ; let me appear 
 
 To God, and my own conscience clear. 
 
 5 May I, consistent with Thy word, 
 Approach Thy table, O my Lord? 
 Oh ! quicken, clothe, and feed my soul, 
 Forgive my sins and make me whole. 
 
 525 
 
 1 Eternal King, enthroned above, 
 Look down in faithfulness and love, 
 Prepare our hearts to seek Thy face, 
 And grant us Thy reviving grace. 
 
 2 Unworthy to approach Thy throne, 
 Our trust is fixed on Christ alone ; 
 In Him Thy covenant stands secure, 
 And will from age to age endure. 
 
 3 O let us hear Thy pardoning voice, 
 And bid our mourning hearts rejoice ; 
 Revive our souls, our faith renew, 
 Prepare for duties now in view. 
 
 4 Make all our spices flow abroad, 
 A grateful incense to our God ; 
 Let hope, and love, and joy appear, 
 And every grace be active here. 
 
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 That sacred stream, that heavenly food. 
 
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 Was not for them the Victim slain ? 
 Are they forbid the children's bread ? 
 
 4 Oh let Thy table honored be, 
 
 And furnished well with joyful guests; 
 And may each soul salvation see 
 That here its sacred pledges tastes. 
 
 Philip Doddridy*. 
 
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 And worship at His glorious feet, 
 Oh ! let our warm affections move, 
 In glad returns of grateful love. 
 
 Let faith our feeble senses aid, 
 To see Thy wondrous love displayed, 
 Thy broken flesh, Thy bleeding veins, 
 Thy dreadful agonizing pains. 
 
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 Anne Steele. 1760. 
 
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 And fit me to approach my God ; 
 Remove each vain, each worldly thought, 
 And lead me to Thy blest abode. 
 
 2 Hast Thou imparted to my soul 
 A living spark of holy fire ? 
 Oh, kindle now the sacred flame ; 
 Make me to burn with pure desire. 
 
 3 A brighter faith and hope impart, 
 And let me now my Saviour see ; 
 Oh, soothe and cheer my burdened heart, 
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 Withhold Thy grace to guide, 
 Forever we should wander 
 From Thee, and peace, aside; 
 
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 But Thou to spirits contrite 
 Dost light and life impart, 
 
 That man may learn to serve Thee 
 With thankful, joyous heart. 
 
 3 Our souls — on Thee we cast them, 
 Our only refuge Thou ! 
 Thy cheering words revive us, 
 
 When pressed with grief we how; 
 Thou bear'st the trusting spirit 
 
 Upon Thy loving breast. 
 And gi vest' all Thy ransomed 
 A sweet, unending rest. 
 
 Bay Palmer. 
 
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 His body broken in our stead 
 Is here, in this memorial bread ; 
 And so our feeble love is fed, 
 
 Until He come. 
 His fearful drops of agony, 
 His life-blood shed for us we see 
 The cup shall tell the mystery, 
 
 Until He come. 
 
 4 And thus that dark betrayal night, 
 With the last advent we unite — 
 The shame, the glory, by this rite, 
 
 Until He come. 
 Oh, blessed hope \ with this elate, 
 Let not our hearts be desolate, 
 But, strong in faith, in patience wait, 
 
 Until He come ! G . Bawton. 
 
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 Until we join the Church above, 
 And know as we are known. 
 
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 May we our wills resign ; 
 
 And not a thought our bosoms share, 
 Which is not wholly Thine. 
 
 4 May faith each weak petition fill, 
 And waft it to the skies, 
 
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 That grants it or denies. Jm D . cariyie, isos. 
 
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 1 God, unseen, } 7 et ever near, 
 Thy presence may we feel ; 
 
 And thus inspired with holy fear, 
 Before Thine altar kneel. 
 
 2 Here may Thy faithful people know 
 The blessings of Thy love ; 
 
 The streams that through the desert flow; 
 The manna from above. 
 
 3 We come, obedient to Thy word, 
 To feast on heavenly food ; 
 
 Our meat, the Body of the Lord ; 
 Our drink, His precious Blood. 
 
 4 Thus would we all Thy words obey ; 
 For we, God, are Thine ; 
 
 And go rejoicing on our way, 
 Renewed with strength divine. 
 
 Edward Osier. 1836. 
 
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 1 Here at Thy table, Lord ! we meet 
 
 To feed on food divine ; 
 Thy body is the bread we eat, 
 
 Thy precious blood the wine. 
 
 2 He that prepares this rich repast, 
 Himself comes down, and dies ; 
 
 And then invites us thus to feast 
 Upon the sacrifice. 
 
 3 Sure, there was never love so free, 
 Dear Saviour ! so divine ; 
 
 Well Thou may'st claim that heart of me, 
 Which owes so much to Thine. 
 
 4 Yes, Thou shalt surely have my heart, 
 My soul, my strength, my all ; 
 
 With life itself I'll freely part, 
 My Jesus ! at Thy call. 
 
 Samuel Stennett. 1787. 
 
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 1 The blest memorials of Thy grief, 
 The suff 'rings of TI13 7 death, 
 
 We come, dear Saviour, to receive, 
 But would receive with faith. 
 
 2 The tokens sent us to relieve 
 Our spirits when they droop, 
 
 We come, dear Saviour, to receive, 
 But would receive with hope. 
 
 3 The pledges Thou wast pleas'd to leave 
 Our mournful minds to move, 
 
 We come, dear Saviour, to receive, 
 But would receive with love. 
 
 4 Here in obedience to Thy word, 
 We take the bread and wine, 
 The utmost we can do, dear Lord, 
 For all beyond is Thine. 
 
 5 Increase our faith, and hope, and love ; 
 Lord, give us all that's good ; 
 
 We would Thy full salvation prove, 
 And share Thy flesh and blood. 
 
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 "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, 
 11 For He was slain for us." 
 
 3 Jesus is worthy to receive, 
 
 Honor and power divine ; 
 And blessings more than we can give, 
 Be, Lord, for ever Thine. 
 
 4 Let all that dwell above the sky, 
 
 And air, and earth, and seas, 
 Conspire to lift Thy glories high, 
 And speak Thine endless praise. 
 
 5 The whole creation join in one, 
 
 To bless the sacred name 
 Of Him who sits upon the throne, 
 And to adore the Lamb. 
 
 I. Watta. 
 
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 1 Let us adore th' eternal Word, 
 
 'Tis He our souls hath fed ; 
 Thou art our living Stream, O Lord, 
 And Thou th' immortal Bread. 
 
 2 Blest be the Lord that gives His flesh, 
 
 To nourish dying men ; 
 And often spreads His table fresh, 
 Lest we should faint again. 
 
 3 Our souls shall draw their heavenly breath 
 
 Whilst Jesus finds supplies ; 
 Nor shall our graces sink to death, 
 For Jesus never dies. 
 
 4 The God of mercy be adored 
 
 Who calls our souls from death, 
 Who saves by His redeeming Word 
 And new-creating breath. Isaac Wattt. 
 
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 My bread from heaven shall be; 
 Thy sacramental cup I take, 
 And thus remember Thee. 
 
 Can 1 Gethsemane forget? 
 
 Or there Thy conflict see, 
 Thine agony and bloody sweat. 
 
 And not remember Thee? 
 When to the Cross I turn mine eyes, 
 
 And rest on Calvary, 
 O Lamb of God. my sacrifice, 
 
 I must remember Thee. 
 Remember Thee, and all Thy pains, 
 
 And all Thy love to me ; 
 Yes. while a breath, a pulse remains, 
 
 Will I remember Thee. 
 And when these failing lips grow dumb, 
 
 And mind and memory flee, 
 When Thou slmlt in Thy kingdom come, 
 
 Jesus, remember me. J. Montgomery. 
 
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 Now we seek Thee, — here we stay ; 
 Lord, from hence we would not go, 
 Till a blessing Thou bestow. 
 
 3 Send some message from Thy word, 
 That may joy and peace afford ; 
 
 Let Thy spirit now impart 
 Full salvation to each heart. 
 
 4 Comfort those who weep and mourn, 
 Let the time of joy return ; 
 
 Those who are cast down lift up, 
 Make them strong in faith and hope. 
 
 5 Grant that all may seek and find 
 Thee a Q-od supremely kind ; 
 Heal the sick, the captive free ; 
 Let us all rejoice in Thee. 
 
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 Hark ! my soul ! it is the Lord ; 
 'Tis thy Saviour — hear His word ; 
 Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, 
 "Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ? 
 
 2 "I delivered thee when bound, 
 
 And when bleeding, healed thy wound : 
 Sought thee wandering, set thee right, 
 Turned thy darkness into light. 
 
 3 "Can a woman's tender care 
 Cease towards the child she bare ? 
 Yes, she may forgetful be, 
 
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 4 "Mine is an unchanging love, 
 Higher than the heights above ; 
 
 
 Deeper than the depths beneath — 
 Free and faithful — strong as death. 
 
 5 "Thou shalt see my glory soon, 
 When the work of grace is done ; 
 Partner of my throne shalt be ! 
 Say, poor sinner ! lovest thou me ?" 
 
 6 Lord ! it is my chief complaint, 
 That my love is weak and faint ; 
 Yet I love Thee, and adore ; — 
 Oh, for grace to love Thee more. 
 
 William Cowper. 
 
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 1 Thine forever ! God of love, 
 Hear us from Thy throne above ; 
 Thine forever may we be, 
 
 Here and in eternity. 
 
 2 Thine forever ! Lord of life, 
 Shield us through the earthly strife ; 
 Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way, 
 Guide us to the realms of day. 
 
 3 Thine forever ! Oh, how blest 
 They who find in Thee their rest ; 
 Saviour, Guardian, heavenly Friend, 
 Oh, defend us to the end. 
 
 4 Thine forever ! Saviour, keep 
 These Thy frail and trembling sheep ; 
 Safe alone beneath Thy care, 
 
 Let us all Thy goodness share. 
 
 5 Thine forever ! Thou our Guide, 
 All our wants by Thee supplied, 
 All our sins by Thee forgiven, 
 Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven. 
 
 Mary F. Mauds, 
 
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 He bids us drink His blood ; 
 Amazing favor, matchless grace 
 
 Of our descending God ! 
 
 The sacred elements 
 
 Remain mere wine and bread ; 
 But signify and seal the love 
 
 Of Christ our cov'nant head. 
 
 This holy bread and wine 
 
 Maintains our fainting breath, 
 
 By union with our living Lord, 
 And interest in His death. 
 
 Our heavenly Father calls 
 
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 We the young children of His love, 
 And He the first-born Son. 
 
 We are but several parts 
 Of the same broken bread ; 
 
 One body hath its several limbs, 
 But Jesus is the head. 
 
 Let all our powers be joined 
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 Pleasure and love fill every mind, 
 And every voice be praise. 
 
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 1 Jesus, we thus obe}- 
 
 Thy last and kindest word, 
 
 And in Thine own appointed way 
 
 We come to meet Thee, Lord. 
 
 2 Thus we remember Thee, 
 And take this bread and wine 
 As Thine own d}ing legacy, 
 And our redemption's sign. 
 
 3 Thy presence makes the feast ; 
 Now let our spirits feel 
 
 The glory not to be expressed, 
 The jo}- unspeakable. 
 
 4 With high and heavenly bliss 
 Thou dost our spirits cheer ; 
 Thy house of banqueting is this, 
 And Thou hast brought us here. 
 
 5 Now let our souls be fed 
 With manna from above, 
 
 And over us Th}' banner spread 
 Of everlasting love. 
 
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 Drink the wine, and break the bread ; 
 Sweet memorials, — till the Lord 
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 Some from earth, from glor}' some, 
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 For Thy flesh is meat indeed : 
 
 Ever may our souls be fed 
 "With this true and living Bread : 
 Day by day with strength supplied 
 Through the life of Him that died. 
 
 2 Vine of heaven ! Thy blood supplies 
 This blest cup of sacrifice : 
 
 Lord, Thy wounds our healing give ; 
 To Thy cross we look and live : 
 Jesus, ma} r we ever be 
 Grafted, rooted, built in Thee. 
 
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 Uphold them by Thy grace, 
 And guard them by Thy mighty power, 
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 To feed Thy lambs, and tend Thy sheep. 
 
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 They may with crowns of glory shine. 
 
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 Salvation through Immanuel's name ; 
 To distant climes the tidings bear, 
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 2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire, 
 With flaming zeal your breasts inspire, 
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 Broad-cast it o'er the land. 
 
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 The angel-reapers shall descend, 
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 Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 
 
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 The Lord makes bare His arm 
 
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 Their Saviour, and their God. 
 
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 Answer our faith's effectual prayer, 
 
 And all our wants supply. 
 On Thee we humbly wait ; 
 
 Our wants are in Thy view ; 
 The harvest truly, Lord ! is great, 
 
 The laborers are few. 
 
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 The word of general grace ; 
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 The Saviour of our race. 
 
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 Their mission fully prove ; 
 
 Thy universal grace proclaim, 
 
 Thy all-redeeming love. 
 On all mankind forgiven, 
 
 Empower them still to call, 
 And tell each creature under heaven, 
 
 That Thou hast died for all. 
 
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 5 Laud and honor to the Father ; 
 
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 Laud and honor to the Spirit ; 
 
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 3 Here, gracious God, do Thou 
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 4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, 
 
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 For ghostly strength and good ; 
 
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 5 If after sin they seek Thy face, 
 And by Thy precepts live, 
 
 Hear Thou in heaven Thy dwelling-place, 
 And when Thou hear'st, forgive ! 
 
 6 If there be famine in the land, 
 Or pestilence, or foe, 
 
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 When here Thy flock fall low. 
 
 7 Bless those, Lord, and hear their cry, 
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 And fill Thy poor with bread. 
 
 4 Here let the Son of David reign, 
 Let God's Anointed shine ; 
 
 Justice and truth His court maintain, 
 With love and power divine. 
 
 5 Here let Him hold a lasting throne, 
 And as His kingdom grows, 
 
 Fresh honors shall adorn His crown, 
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 The sea, the sky, and "all was good ; " 
 And when its first few praises rang, 
 The "morning stars together sang," 
 
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 And earth, and sky, a house for Thee ; 
 But in Thy sight our offering stands, 
 An humbler temple, "made with hands." 
 
 5 We cannot bid 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 tear. 
 
 Nathaniel P. Willis. 1825*- 
 
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 The house of God, the gate of heaven. 
 
 3 Here may Thine honor dwell; and here, 
 As incense, let Thy children's prayer, 
 
 From contrite hearts and lips sincere, 
 Rise on the still and holy air. 
 
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 4 Here be Thy praise devoutly sung ; 
 Here let Thy truth beam forth to save, 
 
 As when, of old, Thy Spirit hung, 
 On wings of light, o'er Jordan's wave. 
 
 5 And when the lips, that with Thy name 
 Are vocal now, to dust shall turn, 
 
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 To cleanse the sin-defiled : 
 Here God the Spirit with His strength 
 
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 5 Yea, God, whose throne is heaven, 
 
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 The souls that worship Him, and strive 
 
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 So gently shuts the eye of day ; 
 So dies a wave along the shore. 
 
 3 A holy quiet reigns around, 
 
 A calm which life nor death destroys ; 
 And naught disturbs that peace profound 
 Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 
 
 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, 
 Where lights and shades alternate dwell; 
 How bright th' unchanging morn appears 
 Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! 
 
 5 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, 
 Light from its load the spirit flies, 
 While heaven and earth combine to sa 4 y, 
 "How blest the righteous when he dies!" 
 
 A. L. Barbauld. 
 
 572 
 
 1 Why should we start, and fear to die ? 
 What timorous worms we mortals are ! 
 Death is the gate of endless joy, 
 
 And yet we dread to enter there. 
 
 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife 
 Fright our approaching souls away, 
 We still shrink back again to life, 
 Fond of our prison and our clay. 
 
 3 Oh, if my Lord would come and meet, 
 My soul should stretch her wings in haste, 
 
 Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 
 Nor feel the terrors as she passed ! 
 
 4 Jesus can make a d}'ing bed 
 Feel soft as downy pillows are, 
 While on His breast I lean my head,' 
 And breathe my life out sweetly there f 
 
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 573 
 
 1 Through every age, eternal God ! 
 Thou art our rest, our safe abode ; 
 High was Thy throne ere heaven was made, 
 Or earth Thy humble footstool laid. 
 
 2 But man, weat man, is born to die, 
 Made up of guilt and vanity ; 
 
 Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, 
 "Return, ye sinners, to your dust." 
 
 3 A thousand of our years amount 
 Scarce to a day in Thine account ; 
 Like yesterday's departed light, 
 Or the last watch of ending night. 
 
 4 Death, like an overflowing stream, 
 Sweeps us away ; our life's a dream ; 
 An empty tale , a morning flower, 
 Cut down and withered in an hour. 
 
 5 Teach us, Lord, how frail is man, 
 And kindly lengthen out our span ; 
 Till faith, and love, and piety 
 
 I Fit us to die and dwell with Thee. 
 
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 That death hath lost his venomed sting ! 
 
 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest, 
 Whose waking is supremely blest ; 
 No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour 
 That manifests the Saviour's power. 
 
 4 Asleep in Jesus ! Oh ! for me 
 May such a blissful refuge be ! 
 Securely shall my ashes lie, 
 Waiting the summons from on high. 
 
 5 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee 
 Thy kindred and their graves may be ; 
 But thine is still a blessed sleep, 
 From which none ever wakes to weep. 
 
 Margaret Mackay. 1832. 
 
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 1 The God of love will sure indulge 
 The flowing tear, the heaving sigh, 
 When righteous persons fall around, 
 When tender friends and kindred die. 
 
 2 Yet not one anxious murmuring 
 
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 Should with our mourning passions blend ; 
 Nor would our bleeding hearts forget 
 The almighty ever-living Friend. 
 
 3 Beneath a numerous train of ills. 
 Our feeble flesh and heart may fail ; 
 
 Yet shall our hope in Thee, our God, 
 O'er every gloomy fear prevail. 
 
 4 Parent and husband, guard and guide, 
 Thou art each tender name in one ; 
 
 On Thee we cast our every care, 
 And comfort seek from Thee alone. 
 
 5 Our Father God, to Thee we look, 
 Our rock, our portion, and our friend ; 
 And on Thy covenant-love and truth, 
 Our sinking souls shall still depend. 
 
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 1 Unvail ttry bosom, faithful tomb ! 
 Take this new treasure to thy trust, 
 
 And give these sacred relics room 
 To seek a slumber in the dust. 
 
 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, 
 Invade thy bounds ; — no mortal woes, 
 
 Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, 
 While angels watch the soft repose. 
 
 3 So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son 
 Passed thro' the grave and blessed the 
 
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 I Best here, blest saint! till from His throne 
 The morning break, and pierce the 
 shade. 
 
 4 Break from His throne, illustrious morn ! 
 Attend, O earth ! His sovereign word ; 
 
 Bestore thy trust ; — a glorious form 
 Shall then arise to meet the Lord. 
 
 Isaac Watts. 
 
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 To spend eternal years. 
 
 3 It is not death to fling 
 Aside this sinful dust, 
 
 And rise, on strong exulting wing, 
 To live among the just. 
 
 4 Jesus, Thou Prince of life ! 
 Thy chosen cannot die ; 
 
 Like Thee, they conquer in the strife, 
 To reign with Thee on high. 
 
 George W. Bethune. 1847. 
 
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 2 Their bodies in the ground 
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 Shall call them to the sky. 
 
 3 Their ransomed spirits soar, 
 On wings of faith and love, 
 
 To meet the Saviour they adore, 
 And reign with Him above. 
 
 4 With us their names shall live 
 Through long, succeeding years, 
 Embalmed with all our hearts can give, 
 Our praises and our tears. 
 
 To those that fear His name, 
 Is such as tender parents feel ; 
 He knows our feeble frame. 
 
 2 He knows we are but dust, 
 Scattered with every breath ; 
 His anger, like a rising wind, 
 Can send us swift to death. 
 
 3 Our days are as the grass, 
 Or like the morning flower ; 
 
 If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, 
 It withers in an hour. 
 
 4 But Thy compassions, Lord, 
 To endless years endure ; 
 
 And children's children ever find 
 Thy words of promise sure. Isaa c Watts, 
 
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 Life's spring which never dries. 
 
 4 There is no sin in heaven ; 
 Behold that blessed throng ! 
 
 All holy is their spotless robe, 
 All holy is their song. 
 
 5 There is no death in heaven ; 
 For they who gain that shore 
 
 Have, won their immortality, 
 And they can die no more. 
 
 6 There is no death in heaven ; 
 But when the Christian dies, 
 
 The angels wait his parted soul, 
 And waft it to the skies ! 
 
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 Pursue th}- flight. Pursue, &c. 
 
 4 Thy soul, renewed by grace divine, 
 In God's own image, freed from clay, 
 
 In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, 
 A star of day. A star, &c. 
 
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 fierce diseases wait around, 
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 The eternal state of all the dead 
 Upon life's feeble strings. 
 
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 Attends on every breath ! 
 
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 Upon the brink of death ! 
 
 7 Waken, Lord, our drowsy sense 
 To walk this dangerous road ; 
 
 And if our souls are hurried hence, 
 
 May they be found with God. 
 
 Isaac Watts, 
 
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 The heavens and earth shall rend. 
 
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 3 Then they who live shall changed be, 
 And they who sleep shall wake ; 
 
 The graves shall yield their ancient charge, 
 And earth's foundations shake. 
 
 4 The saints of God, from death set free, 
 With joy shall mount on high: 
 
 The heavenly host, with praises loud, 
 Shall meet them in the sky. 
 
 5 Together to their Father's house, 
 With joyful hearts, they go ; 
 
 And dwell forever with the Lord, 
 Beyond the reach of woe. 
 
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 They're present with the Lord ; 
 
 The labors of their mortal life 
 
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 1 My faith shall triumph o'er the grave 
 And trample on the tomb; 
 
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 And on the clouds shall come. 
 
 2 I know that He shall soon appear 
 In power and glory meet ; 
 
 And death, the last of all His foes, 
 Lie vanquished at His feet. 
 
 3 Then, though the grave my flesh devour 
 And hold me for its prey. 
 
 I know my sleeping dust shall rise 
 On the last judgment-day. 
 
 4 I, in my flesh, shall see my God, 
 When He on earth shall stand ; 
 
 I shall with all His saints ascend 
 To dwell at His right hand. 
 
 5 Then shall He wipe all tears away. 
 And hush the rising groan; 
 
 And pains and sighs and griefs and fears 
 Shall ever be unknown. 
 
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 Clothed in robes of spotless white, 
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 3 Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we 
 Where it lives may soon be living, 
 
 And the lovely pastures see 
 
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 Though Thou take what most we love. 
 
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 O Grod ! be Thou my stay, 
 
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 Kindly each sorrow hear, 
 Hush every troubled fear, 
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 Still own Thy power. 
 
 In Thee alone I trust, 
 In Thee alone I trust, 
 
 Thou Holy One ! 
 Humbly to Thee I pray 
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 " Thy will be done ! " 
 
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 Lead us in Thy perfect way. 
 
 In the hour of pain and anguish, 
 In the hour when death draws near, 
 Suffer not our hearts to languish, 
 Suffer not our souls to fear. 
 
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 Bid us on Thy bosom rest ; 
 
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 Thos. Hastings. 
 
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 1 Every thing we love and cherish 
 Hastens onward to the grave ; 
 
 Earthly jo}*s and pleasures perish, 
 Time can nothing, nothing save. 
 
 2 All is fading, all is fleeing ; 
 Earthlv flames must cease to glow, 
 
 Earthly beings cease from being, 
 Earthly blossoms cease to blow. 
 
 3 Yet unchanged, while all decaj'eth, 
 Jesus lives, the first, the last, 
 
 Lean on Me alone, He sayeth ; 
 Hope and love and firmly trust. 
 
 4 Oh, abide, abide with Jesus, 
 Who Himself forever lives, 
 
 Who from death eternal frees us, 
 And who life eternal gives ! 
 
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 Redeemer and Saviour, God evermore ; 
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 Praise Him. O earth, for His wonderful love! 
 Praise Him, ye smallest and greatest of all ! 
 Praise Him, ye kindred that rise from the 
 
 fall! 
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 Praise Him ! O praise Him ! all ye that have 
 
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 George D. Emerson. 
 
590 
 
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 3 When shall Thy name from shore to 
 
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 Sound all the earth abroad, 
 And distant nations know and love 
 Their Saviour and their God ? 
 
 4 Earth shall confess her Makers hand, 
 And yield a full increase ; 
 
 Our God will crown His chosen land 
 With fruitfulness and peace. 
 
 5 God, the Redeemer, scatters round 
 His choicest favors here, 
 
 While the creation's utmost bound 
 Shall see, adore, and fear. 
 
 Isaac Waits. 
 
 597 
 
 1 blessed Lord ! the earth is Thine, 
 By Thy creative hand 
 
 The golden harvests crown the year, 
 And deck the fertile land. 
 
 2 O blessed Lord ! Thou Bread of life 
 That cometh down from heaven ! 
 
 Supplies of everlasting food 
 By Thee to man are given. 
 
 3 Thy Godhead is the well-spring, Lord, 
 The pure, exhaustless source, 
 
 From which the}' flow, through age to age 
 In never-ending course. 
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 4 In channels formed by Thee they flow, 
 In rivulets of grace, 
 
 Refreshing all who wander here 
 In this world's desert place. 
 
 5 feed us weary pilgrims, Lord, 
 And to Thy Zion bring, 
 
 To keep a heavenly feast with Thee, 
 Our Prophet, Priest, and King. 
 
 C. Wordsworth. 
 
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 1 Lord, in Thy name Thy servants plead, 
 And Thou hast sworn to hear : 
 
 Thine is the harvest, Thine the seed, 
 The fresh and fading year. 
 
 2 Our Hope, when autumn winds blew 
 
 wild, 
 We trusted, Lord, with Thee ; 
 And still, now spring has on us smiled, 
 We wait on Th}- decree. 
 
 3 The former and the latter rain, 
 The summer sun and air, 
 
 The green ear, and the golden grain, 
 All Thine, are ours by prayer. 
 
 4 Thine too by right, and ours by grace, 
 The Spirit's growth unseen ; 
 
 The hopes that soothe, the fears that 
 brace, 
 The love that shines serene. 
 
 5 So grant the precious fruits brought 
 
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 By sun and moon below, 
 That Thee in Thy new heaven and earth 
 We never may forego, joh* Keb u, d»i. 
 
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 Land of the noble free— 
 Thy name I love : 
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 Thy woods and templed hills, 
 My heart with rapture thrills 
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 Let mortal tongues awake ; 
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 Let rocks their silence break, 
 The sound prolong ! 
 
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 4 Our fathers' God ! to Thee, 
 
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 To Thee we sing ; 
 
 Long may our land be bright 
 
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 Protect us by Thy might, 
 
 Great God, our King ! 
 
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 In our glad and joyous hymn ; 
 Bless Thy Spirit, who doth make us 
 
 Fit to worship as we ought : 
 Father, leave not nor forsake us, 
 
 Till into Thy garner brought. 
 
 3 With Thy dews and sunshine tend us, 
 
 Through life's long and changeful year; 
 From the Enemy defend us, 
 
 Lest the tares of sin appear. 
 Let Thine eye and hand the keepers 
 
 Of our souls for ever be, 
 Till Thine angel harvest-reapers 
 
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 Thou didst indeed chastise us ; 
 Yet still Thy goodness spares, 
 And still Thy mercy tries us. 
 Once more our Father's hand 
 
 Has bid our sorrows flee, 
 And peace rejoice our land : 
 Lord God, we worship Thee. 
 
 602 
 
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 3 Lord God, we worship Thee, 
 Whose goodness reigneth o'er us : 
 We praise Thy love and power 
 In loud and happy chorus, 
 To heaven our song shall soar ; 
 
 For ever shall it be 
 Kesounding o'er and o'er ; 
 Lord God, we worship Thee. 
 
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 Firm may she ever stand, 
 Through storm and night ; 
 WHien the wild tempests rave, 
 Ruler of winds and wave, 
 Do Thou our country save 
 By Thy great might. 
 For her our prayer shall rise 
 To God, above the skies ; 
 On Him we wait : 
 Thou who art ever nigh, 
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 To Thee aloud we cry, 
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 And make His honors known abroad, 
 For sweet the joy our songs to raise, 
 And glorious is the work of praise. 
 
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 Our shores have peace, our cities rest ; 
 He feeds our sons with finest wheat, 
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 Let all the people worship Thee. 
 
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 4 Earth ! hear thy Maker's voice, 
 
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 4 Oft have our fathers trod, 
 
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 4 When the reaping angels bring 
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 5 Then the angel-cry shall sound, 
 Praise the Lamb ! the lost are found ; 
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 6 Praise to Thee, the toil is o'er ; 
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 Plow by His love He hath bound thee. 
 
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 Fountain of glory and might, 
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 Stars yet unknown, and whose light is to come, 
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 Sky with the dew-drop, the wind, and the rain, 
 Beast of the forest, wild bird of the air, 
 
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 5 Ocean the restless, and waters that swell, 
 Lightnings that flash over flood, over fell, 
 Own Thee the Master Almighty, and call 
 Thee the Creator, the Father of all. 
 
 6 Yea, Thou art Father of all, and Thy love 
 Pity for man that is fallen doth move ; 
 Guide us in life, and protect to the last ; 
 
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 From all th' assaults of hell and sin, 
 From foes without and foes within. 
 
 4 All needful grace will God bestow, 
 And crown that grace with glory too ; 
 He gives us all things, and withholds 
 No real good from upright souls. 
 
 5 O God, our King ! whose sovereign sway 
 The glorious host of heaven obey, 
 Display Thy grace, exert Thy power, 
 Till all on earth Thy name adore ! 
 
 Isaac Watit. 
 
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 3 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept 
 And hast refreshed me whilst I slept ; 
 Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
 I may of endless life partake. 
 
 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew : 
 Disperse my sins as morning dew : 
 Guard my first springs of thought and will. 
 And with Thyself my spirit fill. , 
 
 Direct, control, suggest this day 
 
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 'Tis He, my soul, that sent His Son 
 To die for crimes which thou hast done ; 
 He owns the ransom, and forgives, 
 The hourly follies of our lives. 
 Let every land His power confess ; 
 Let all the earth adore His grace : 
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 His mercy ages past have known, 
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 He feeds and clothes us all the way, 
 He guides our footsteps lest we stray : 
 He guards us with a powerful hand, 
 And brings us to the heavenly land. 
 Oh, let the saints with joy record 
 The truth and goodness of the Lord ! 
 How great His works ! how kind His ways ! 
 Let every tongue pronounce His praise ! 
 
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 A guileless mind, a heart sincere, 
 Simplicity of word and will. 
 
 3 And ever, as the day glides by, 
 May we the busy senses rein; 
 
 Keep guard upon the hand and eye, 
 Nor let the body suffer stain. 
 
 4 Grant us a body pure within; 
 A wakeful heart, a read}' will; 
 
 That no dark deed nor cherished sin, 
 The fervor of the soul may chill. 
 
 5 Fill Thou our souls, Redeemer true! 
 With Thy most pure, celestial ray; 
 
 So may we walk in safety through 
 All the temptations of this day. 
 
 6 Upon our fainting souls distill 
 The grace of Thy celestial dew; 
 
 Let no fresh snare to sin beguile, 
 No former sin revive anew. 
 
 7 Grant us the grace, for love of Thee, 
 To scorn all vanities below; 
 
 Faith to detect each falsit}'; 
 
 And knowledge Thee alone to know. 
 
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 1 My God! how endless is Thy love! 
 Thy gifts are every evening new ; 
 
 And morning mercies from above 
 Gently distill, like early dew. 
 
 2 Thou spreadst the curtains of the night, 
 
 Great Guardian of my sleeping hours! 
 Thy sovereign word restores the light, . 
 And quickens all my drowsj' powers. 
 
 3 I yield my powers to Thy command; 
 To Thee I consecrate my days; 
 
 Perpetual blessings, from Thy hand, 
 Demand perpetual songs of praise. 
 
 Isaac Watts, 1709. 
 
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 1 Jesus, where'er Thy people meet, 
 There they behold Thy mercy-seat; 
 Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, 
 And every place is hallowed ground. 
 
 2 For Thou, within no walls confined, 
 Inhabitest the humble mind; 
 
 Such ever bring Thee where they come, 
 And going, take Thee to their home. 
 
 3 Great Shepherd of Thy chosen few! 
 Thy former mercies here renew; 
 Here to our waiting hearts proclaim 
 The sweetness of Thy saving name. 
 
 Wm. Cotvper. 
 
628 
 
 MORNING AND EVENING. 
 
 WARWICK 
 
 271 
 
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 2 Preserved by Thy almighty arm, 
 I passed the shades of night, 
 
 Serene, and safe from every harm, 
 To see the morning light. 
 
 3 While numbers spent the night in sighs 
 And restless pains and woes, 
 
 In gentle sleep I closed my eyes, 
 And rose from sweet repose. 
 
 4 Oh, let the same almighty care 
 Through all this day attend ; 
 
 From every danger, even- snare, 
 My heedless steps defend. 
 
 5 Smile on my minutes as they roll, 
 And guide my future days ;" 
 
 And let Thy goodness fill my soul 
 With gratitude and praise. 
 
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 1 God, we praise Thee, and confess 
 That Thou the only Lord 
 
 And everlasting Father art, 
 By all the earth adored. 
 
 2 To Thee all angels cry aloud ; 
 To Thee the powers on high, 
 
 Both Cherubim and Seraphim, 
 Continually do cry : 
 
 3 OHoly, Holy, Holy Lord ! 
 Whom heavenly hosts obey, 
 
 The world is with the glory filled 
 Of Thy majestic sway. 
 
 4 The apostles' glorious compan3 r , 
 And prophets crowned with light, 
 
 With all the martyrs' noble host, 
 Thy constant praise recite. 
 
 5 The Holy Church throughout the world, 
 
 Lord, confesses Thee, 
 That Thou the Eternal Father art 
 Of boundless majesty. 
 
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 1 Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear 
 M}- voice ascending high ; 
 
 To Thee will I direct my prayer, 
 To Thee lift up mine eyes ; 
 
 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone, 
 To plead for all His saints, 
 
 Presenting at his Father's throne 
 Our songs and our complaints. 
 
 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight 
 The wicked shall not stand ; 
 
 Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight, 
 Nor dwell at Th} T right hand. 
 
 4 But in Thy house will I resort, 
 To taste Thy mercies there ; 
 
 I will frequent Thy hoi}' court, 
 And worship in Thy fear. 
 
 5 may Thy Spirit guide my feet 
 In ways of righteousness ! 
 
 Make every path of duty straight 
 And plain before my face. 
 
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 And without praises die. 
 
 'T is He forgives thy sins • 
 'T is He relieves thy pain ; 
 
 'T is He that heals thy sicknesses, 
 And makes thee young again. 
 
 He crowns thy life with love, 
 When ransomed from the grave ; 
 
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 Come at the morning hour, 
 
 Come, let us kneel and pray ; 
 Pra} T er is the christian pilgrim's staff 
 
 To walk with God all day. 
 At noon, beneath the Kock 
 
 Of Ages, rest and pray ; 
 Sweet is that shelter from the sun 
 
 In weary heat of da}\ 
 At evening, in thy home, 
 
 Around its altar, pray ; 
 And finding there the house of God y 
 
 With heaven then close the day. 
 When midnight veils our eyes, 
 
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 I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord ! 
 
 With Thee to watch and pray. 
 
 James Montgomery, 1853. 
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 On friends around us here 
 
 let Thy blessing fall ; 
 We pray for grace to love them well, 
 
 But Thee beyond them all. 
 O joy to live for Thee ! 
 
 joy in Thee to die ! 
 O very joy of joys to see 
 
 Thy face eternally. 
 
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 For life, without Thy love, 
 
 No relish can afford : 
 No joy can be compared to this. 
 
 To serve and please the Lord. 
 
 In wakeful hours at night, 
 
 I call my God to mind ; 
 I think how wise Thy counsels are, 
 
 And all Thy dealings kind. 
 
 636 
 
 5 Since Thou hast been my help, 
 To Thee my spirit flies ; 
 And on Thy watchful providence 
 My cheerful hope relies. 
 
 Isaac Watts. 
 
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 1 Y\ e lift our hearts to Thee, 
 
 Thou Day-star from on high : 
 The sun itself is but Thy shade, 
 Yet cheers both earth and sky. 
 
 2 Oh, let Thy rising beams 
 
 Dispel the shades of night ; 
 And let the glories of Thy love, 
 Come like the morning light ! 
 
 3 How beauteous nature now ! 
 
 How dark and sad before ! — 
 "With joy we view the pleasing change, 
 And nature's God adore. 
 
 4 May we this life improve, 
 
 To mourn for error's past ; 
 And live this short revolving day 
 As if it were our last. 
 
 J. Wesley. 
 
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 May angels guard me while I sleep, 
 
 till morning light appears. 
 And when my days are past, 
 
 And I from time remove, 
 Lord, may I in Thy bosom rest, 
 
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 3 Here we come Thy name to praise ; 
 
 May we feel Thy presence near : 
 May Thy glory meet our eyes , 
 
 While we in Thy house appear : 
 Here afford us, Lord, a taste 
 Of our everlasting feast. 
 4 May Thy Gospel's joyful sound 
 
 Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; 
 Make the fruits of grace abound, 
 
 Bring relief for all complaints : 
 Thus may all our Sabbaths prove, 
 Till we join the Church above. 
 
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 Strength unto our souls afford 
 From Thy living Bread, O Lord ! 
 
 3 Be our guard in sin and strife ; 
 
 Be the leader of our life ; 
 Lest like sheep we stray abroad, 
 Stay our wayward feet, O Lord ! 
 
 4 Quickened by the Spirit's grace, 
 All Thy holy will to trace, 
 While we daily search Thy Word, 
 Wisdom true impart, O Lord ! 
 
 5 When the sun withdraws his light, 
 When we seek our beds at night, 
 Thou, by sleepless hosts adored, 
 Hear the prayer of faith, O Lord*! 
 
 6 When the hours are dark and drear, 
 When the tempter lurketh near, 
 
 Be Thy strengthening grace outpoured, 
 Save the tempted ones, O Lord ! 
 
 7 Praise we with the heavenly host, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ; 
 Thee would we with one accord 
 Praise and magnify, O Lord ! 
 
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 Fount of life, and Source of grace, 
 By the cleansing of Thy Spirit 
 
 Taint of sin from us efface : 
 In each strong resolve be with us, 
 
 And the Tempter's rage subdue ; 
 Turn to good each sad misfortune ; 
 
 Be our Guide in all we do. 
 
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 3 Rule our inmost thought and action ; 
 
 Grant us heavenly purity, 
 Faith that glows with holy fervor, 
 
 Incorrupt simplicity. 
 ■ Feed us with the Bread from heaven, 
 
 And that drink that cannot cloy ; 
 Comfort us in all our weakness 
 
 With the Spirit's holy joy. 
 
 4 Thus shall speed the day in gladness, 
 
 Modesty like dawn shall glow, 
 Faith shall shine as light at noon-day, 
 
 And the soul no night shall know. 
 Praise and glory to the Father ! 
 
 Praise and glory to the Son ! 
 Praise and glory to the Spirit ! 
 
 Ever Three and ever One. 
 
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 Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee. 
 
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 All of man's infirmity ! 
 Then, from Thine eternal throne, 
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 That with the world, myself, and Thee, 
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 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The grave as little as my bed ; 
 
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 To die, that this vile body may 
 lorious at the awful day. 
 may my soul on Thee repose, 
 And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; 
 Sleep that shall me more vigorous make 
 To serve m} T God when I awake. 
 
 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, 
 My soul with heavenly thoughts supply > 
 Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, 
 
 No power of darkness me molest. 
 
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 For ever chase dark sleep away ? 
 And praise with the angelic choir, 
 Incessant sing, and never tire ? 
 
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 We seek for God, and find Him not. 
 
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 What dawning risen upon the night ! 
 Thou giv'st Thyself to us, and we 
 Find guide and"path and all in Thee. 
 
 4 Through day and darkness, Saviour dear,. 
 Abide with us more nearly near ; 
 
 Till on Thy face we lift our eyes, 
 The Sun of God's own Paradise. 
 
 5 Praise God, our Maker and our Friend, 
 Praise Him through time, till time shall end, 
 Till psalm and song His name adore 
 Through Heaven's great day of Evermore ! 
 
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 1 Great God ! to Thee my evening song 
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 And fill my heart with lively praise. 
 
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 And every gently rolling hour. 
 
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 To that our longing souls aspire, 
 With cheerful hope and strong desire. 
 
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 Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place ; 
 No groans to mingle with the songs 
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 No cares to break the long repose ; 
 No midnight shade, no clouded sun, — 
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 1 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 
 Whose breath our souls inspired ; 
 
 Loud and more loud the anthems raise, 
 With grateful ardor fired. 
 
 2 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 
 Whose goodness, passing thought, 
 
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 With benefits unsought. 
 
 3 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 
 From whom salvation flows : 
 
 Who sent His Son our souls to save 
 From everlasting woes. 
 
 4 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 
 For hope's transporting ray, 
 
 Which 1 ights through darkest shades of death 
 To realms of endless day. 
 
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 1 Now from the altar of our hearts 
 Let flames of love arise ; 
 
 Assist us, Lord ! to offer up 
 Our evening sacrifice. 
 
 2 Minutes and mercies multiplied 
 Have made up all this day ; 
 
 Minutes came quick, but mercies were 
 More fleet, more free, than they. 
 
 3 New time, new favors and new joys 
 Do a new song require ; 
 
 Till we shall ppaise thee as we would, 
 Accept our heart's desire. 
 
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 Thee ma}' we praise for all our time, 
 When time shall be no more. 
 
 J. Mason, 2653. 
 
 651 Continued. 
 
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 3 No cloud those blissful regions know — 
 
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 Can never enter there. 
 
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 Our hearts with ardent love ! 
 
 Till wings of faith, and strong desire 
 Bear ever}* thought above. 
 
 5 Prepare us. Lord, by grace divine, 
 For thy bright courts on high ; 
 
 Then bid our spirits rise and join 
 The chorus of the sky. Annp Sieeiet 
 
MORNING AND EVENING. 
 
 THE ROSEATE HUES. C. M. D. 
 
 FREDERICK A. J. HERVEY. 
 
 
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 Cecil Frances Alexander, 1853. 
 
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 Isaac Waits. 
 
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 In work and worship so divine ; 
 
 Let heaven and earth unite, and raise 
 High hallelujahs to His praise. 
 
 2 While realms of joy, and worlds around, 
 Their hallelujahs high resound, 
 
 Let saints below, and saints above, 
 Exulting sing redeeming love. 
 
 3 As instruments well tuned and strung, 
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 While life remains we'll loud proclaim 
 High hallelujahs to His name. 
 
 4 Beyond the grave, in nobler strains, 
 When freed from sorrow, sin and pains, 
 Eternally the Church will raise 
 
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 Who loves my loudest praise to hear, 
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 1 Jesus, the spring of joys divine, 
 
 Whence all our hopes and comforts flow ; 
 Jesus, no other name but Thine 
 Can save us from eternal woe. 
 
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 The way to happiness and God : 
 Her weak directions leave the mind 
 Bewildered in a dubious road. 
 
 3 No other name will heaven approve ; 
 
 Thou art the true, the living way, - 
 Ordained by everlasting love, 
 To the bright realms of endless day. 
 
 4 Safe lead us through this world of night, 
 
 And bring us to the blissful plains, 
 The regions of unclouded light, 
 Where perfect joy forever reigns. 
 
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 Where friend holds fellowship with friend; 
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 And glory crowns the meixrv-seat ! 
 
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 My tongue be silent, cold, and still, 
 This throbbing heart forget to beat, 
 If I forget the mercy-seat. Hugh stoweii. 
 
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 1 From all that dwell below the skies, 
 Let the Creator's praise arise ; 
 Let the Redeemer's name be sung, 
 Through every land, by every tongue. 
 
 2 Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord ; 
 Eternal truth attends Thy word ; 
 Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore. 
 Till suns shall rise and set no more ! 
 
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 How happy they who rest in Thee ! 
 
 3 Thy hand gets fast the mighty hills, 
 Thy voice the troubled ocean stills ! 
 Evening and morning hymn Thy praise, 
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 Thy clouds drop wealth the world around; 
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 And nature smiles and owns her king. 
 
 5 Lord, on our souls Thy Spirit pour ; 
 The moral waste within restore ; 
 
 Oh, let Thy love our spring-tide be, 
 And make us all bear fruit to Thee. 
 
 H. F. Lyte, 1834. 
 
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 He formed us by His word. 
 
 4 To-day attend His voice, 
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 James Montgomery, 1825. 
 
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 1 Welcome, sweet day of rest, 
 That saw the Lord arise ; 
 
 Welcome to this reviving breast, 
 And- these rejoicing e} 7 es. 
 
 2 The King Himself comes near, 
 And feasts His saints to-day ; 
 
 Here we may sit, and see Him here 
 And love, and praise and pray. 
 
 3 One day amidst the place, 
 Where m} 7 great God hath been, 
 
 Is sweeter than ten thousand days 
 Of pleasurable sin. 
 
 4 My willing soul would stay 
 In such a frame as this, 
 
 And sing, and bear herself away 
 To everlasting bliss. 
 
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 Where Jesus holds His court. 
 
 3 Here, on the mercy-seat, 
 With radiant glory crowned, 
 
 Our joyful eyes behold Him sit 
 And smile on all around. 
 
 4 To Him their prayers and cries 
 Each humble soul presents ; 
 
 He listens to their broken sighs, 
 And grants them all their wants. 
 
 5 To them His sovereign will 
 He graciously imparts, 
 
 And in return accepts, with smiles, 
 The tribute of their hearts. 
 
 6 Give me, Lord ! a place 
 Within Thy blest abode, 
 
 Among the children of Thy grace, 
 The servants of my God. 
 
 S. Slennett, 1187. 
 
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 'Tis manna to the hungr}* soul, 
 And to the weary rest. 
 
 3 Dear name ! the rock on which I build, 
 My shield and hiding-place ; 
 
 My never-failing treasun', tilled 
 With boundless stores of grace. 
 
 4 Jesus! my Shepherd. Husband, Friend! 
 My Prophet. Priest, and King ! 
 
 My Lord, my Life, my Way. my End ! 
 Accept the praise I bring. 
 
 5 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 And cold my warmest thought ; 
 
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 1 Holy and reverend is the name 
 Of our eternal King ; 
 
 " Thrice holy Lord ! " the angels cry ; 
 ' : Thrice holy ! " let us sing. 
 
 2 The deepest reverence of the mind, 
 Pa} T , my soul ! to God ; 
 
 Lift, with Thy hands, a holy heart, 
 To His sublime abode. 
 
 3 With sacred awe pronounce His name, 
 Whom words nor thoughts can reach; 
 
 A broken heart shall please Him more 
 Than noblest forms of speech. 
 
 4 Thou holy God ! preserve our souls 
 From all pollution free ; 
 
 The pure in heart are Thy delight, 
 And they Thy face shall see. 
 
 J. Needham, 1798. 
 
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 2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears ! 
 Dry up your mournful tears ; 
 Swell the glad theme : 
 
 To Christ, our gracious King, 
 Strike each melodious string ; 
 Join heart and voice to sing, 
 " Worthy the Lamb ! " 
 
 3 Hark ! how the choirs above, 
 Filled with the Saviour's love, 
 Dwell on His name ! 
 
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 With light and glory crowned, 
 While all the heavens resound, 
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 1 Jesus ! Thy name I love 
 All other names above, 
 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 Oh, Thou art all to me ! 
 Nothing to please I see, 
 Nothing apart from Thee, 
 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 
 2 Thou, blessed Son of God ! 
 Hast bought me with Thy blood, 
 
 Jesus, m} 7 Lord ! 
 Oh, how great is Thy love, 
 All other loves above — 
 Love that I daily prove, 
 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 
 3 When unto Thee I flee, 
 Thou wilt my refuge be, 
 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 
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 What earthly grief or care, 
 Since Thou art ever near ? 
 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 4 Soon Thou wilt come again ; 
 I shall be happy then, 
 
 Jesus, my Lord ! 
 
 Then Thine own face I'll see, 
 
 Then I shall like Thee be, 
 
 Then evermore with Thee, 
 
 ' Jesus, my Lord ! 
 
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 1 Praise ye Jehovah's name ; 
 Praise through His courts proclaim ; 
 
 Rise and adore ; 
 High o'er the heavens above, 
 Sound His great acts of love, 
 While His rich grace we prove, 
 
 Vast as His power. 
 
 2 Now let the trumpet raise 
 Sounds of triumphant praise, 
 
 Wide as His fame ; 
 There let the harp be found ; 
 Organs, with solemn sound, 
 Roll your deep notes around, 
 
 Filled with His name. 
 
 3 While His high praise you sing, 
 Shake every sounding string ; 
 
 Sweet the accord ! 
 He vital breath bestows ; 
 Let every breath that flows, 
 His noblest fame disclose : 
 
 Praise ye the Lord. 
 
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 Our balm in sorrow, and our peace in strife; 
 
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 Help us to feed upon Thy word ; 
 
 All that has been amiss forgive, 
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 1 I saw the cross of Jesus, 
 
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 My title there I read. 
 
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 The bright inheritance of saints, 
 Jerusalem above. 
 
 3 Yet, clouds will intervene, 
 
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 4 All hail! atoning blood! 
 
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 3 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat; 
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 Waiting will not save me. — Cho. 
 
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 4 Soon must we change our place 
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 By heavenly hosts adored, 
 
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 O Lord, we pray. 
 
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 1 God calling yet! shall I not hear? 
 Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear? 
 Shall life's swift passing years all fly, 
 And will my soul in slumber lie? 
 
 2 God calling yet? and > h a 1 1 He knock, 
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 I wait, but He does not forsake; 
 He calls me still: my heart, awake! 
 
 4 God calling yet! I cannot stay; 
 My heart I yield without delay: 
 Vain world, farewell! from thee I part; 
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 I shall meet Him, whom absent I loved, 
 
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 Oh, bear me, ye cherubim, up, 
 
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 His hand shall heal thine inward smart. 
 
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 Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live; 
 Go to His bleeding feet, and learn 
 How freely Jesus can forgive. 
 
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 'Tie mercy's voice invites thee near. 
 
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 1. Christ our Passover was offered for us | ou this | day. || He was delivered for | 
 
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 2. He bore our sins in His own body | on the I tree, || and the Lord hath laid on 
 
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 3. He hath trodden the wine- | press a- | lone, || and of the people | there was | 
 
 none with | Him. 
 
 4. He was taken from prison | and from | judgment; || He was cut off out | of the 
 
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 5. Thou wast slain, and hast re- | deemed | us || out of every kindred, and tongue, 
 
 and | people, | and — | nation; 
 
 6. Thou hast loved us, and washed us from our sins in | Thine own | blood; || and 
 
 hast made us unto our God, | kings — | and — | priests. 
 
 7. Worthy is the Lamb | that was | slain || to receive power, and riches, and wis- 
 
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 8. Now is come sal | vation and | strength, IJ and the kingdom of our God, and 
 
 the | power of | His — | Christ. 
 
 9. Death shall be swallowed | up in | victory, || and God shall wipe away all | 
 
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 6. Let the voice of rejoicing and sal- | vation be | heard, || in the taber- | na-cles| 
 
 of the | righteous. 
 
 7. Blessed is He that cometh in the name | of the | Lord! || Blessed be the king- 
 
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 8. Open to me the gates of | righteous- | ness, || I will enter in and | praise — | 
 
 the Lord, 
 
 9. Say among the heathen, that the | Lord — | reigneth. | Let the multitudes of 
 
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 that they spake with new tongues, and wrought signs and | wonders | in His | 
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 3. He gave power to the testimony | of His | servants. || The kingdoms of the 
 
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 4. And have rendered obedience | unto our | Lord, || and | to — | His — | Christ. 
 
 5. We render thanks unto | Thee, O | Lord, || who art the Alpha and Omega, the| 
 
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 6. That Thou hast re- | vealed Thy | power, || and entered | upon | Thy — | 
 
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 7. Thou hast sent unto | us the | Comforter, || even the Spirit of truth, that He 
 
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 8. Thou hast sent the Spirit of Thy Son into our hearts, whereby we cry unto 
 
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 that | we are the | children of | God. 
 
 9. The Spirit also helpeth | our in- | firmities, || and with groanings, which cannot 
 
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 As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever shall | be, || world without end. — | 
 
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 All gene- | rations shall | call me | blessed. 
 
 4. For He I that is | mighty, 
 Hath done to me great things ; and | holy | is 
 
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 From gene- | ration | to gene- | ration. 
 
 He hath shewed strength | with His | arm; 
 
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 He hath put down the mighty | from their 
 
 And exalted | them of | low= | degree. 
 
 8. He hath filled the hungry | with good | things, 
 And the rich He | hath sent | empty a- | way. 
 
 9. He hath holpen His | servant | Israel, 
 In re- | membrance | of His | mercy. 
 
 As He spake | to our | fathers, 
 
 To Abraham, and | his= | seed for- | ever. 
 
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 3. Which Thou | hast pre|pared: || before the | face of | all = | people; 
 
 4. To be a light to | lighten ' the | Gentiles: II and to the glory of Thy | peo-ple | 
 
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 1. He was wounded for | our trans- | gressions; 
 
 He was | bruised for | our in- | iquities. 
 
 2. The chastisement of our peace | was upon | Him, 
 
 And with His | stripes = | we are | healed. 
 
 3. All we like sheep have | gone a- | stray; 
 
 We have turned every | one to | his own | way; 
 
 4. And the Lord hath | laid on | Him 
 
 The in- | iquity | of us | all. 
 
 5. He was oppressed, and He | was af- | flicted, 
 
 Yet He | opened | not His | mouth. 
 
 6. He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as 
 
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 So He ! opened | not His | mouth. 
 
 Glory be to the Father, | and to the | Son, 
 And | to the | Holy | Ghost: 
 
 As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever shall | be, 
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 5. To perform the mercy promised | to our | fathers, |] and to remember | His holy 
 
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 6. The oath | which He | sware || to our | father | A-bra- | ham. 
 
 7. That He would grant unto us, that we, being delivered out of the hand | of 
 
 our | enemies, || might | serve Him | without | fear, 
 
 8. In holiness and righteousness be- | fore — | Him, ] all the | days — | of our | life. 
 
 9. And Thou, Child, shalt be called the Prophet | of the | Highest; | for Thou 
 
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 10. To give knowledge of salvation | unto His ( people, || by the re- | mission | of 
 
 their | sins. 
 
 11. Through the tender mercy | of our | God; || whereby the day-spring from on | 
 
 high hath [ visited | us; 
 
 12. To give light to them that sit in darkness, and in the | shadow of | death, f| to 
 
 guide our feet | into the | way of | peace. 
 Glory be to the Father | and to the | Son, || and | to the | Holy | Ghost; 
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 He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness | for His | name's — | sake. 
 
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 Thou anointest my head with oil; my | cup — | runneth | over. 
 
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 And I will dwell in the | house • of the | Lord for- | ever. 
 
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 8. Purge me with hyssop, and I | shall be | clean; || wash me, and I shall be | whi | ter 
 
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 9. Make me hear | joy and | gladness; || that the bones which Thou hast | broken | may 
 
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 11. Create in me a clean | heart, O j God:|| and renew a right | spirit with- | in — |me. 
 
 12. Cast me not away | from Thy | presence; j| and take not Thy | Holy | Spirit | from me. 
 
 13. Eestore unto me the joy of | Thy sal- 1 vation : 1 1 and uphold me | with Thy | free- 1 spirit. 
 
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 Thy saving | health a- | mong all | nations. 
 
 3. Let the people | praise Thee, * | God; 
 Let | all the | people | praise Thee. 
 
 4. O let the nations be glad and | sing for | joy: 
 
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 5. Let the people | praise Thee, * O | God; 
 Let J all the | people | praise Thee. 
 
 6. Then shall the earth | yield her | increase; 
 And God, even | our own | God, shall | bless us. 
 
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 1. How amiable are Thy | taber- | nacles, 
 
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 My heart and my flesh crieth out | for the | living | God. 
 
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 1. Lord, Thou hast been our | dwell-ing- | place \\in\ all — |gen— e| rations. 
 
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 and the | world, || even from everlasting to ever- | last-ing | Thou art | God. 
 
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 6. In the morning it flourished, and | grow-eth | up; 
 
 down and | with-er- | eth. 
 
 7. For all our days are passed away | in Thy | wrath; | 
 
 tale — | that is | told. 
 
 8. The days of our years are threescore | years and | ten; 
 
 strength * they be | four-score | years, 
 
 9. Yet is their strength | labor * and | sorrow; || for it is soon cut off | and we | fly 
 
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 1. O sing unto the Lord a | new = | song; 
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 2. His right hand and His | holy | arm, 
 Hath | gotten | Him the | victory: 
 
 3. The Lord hath made known | His sal- | vation: 
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 Make a loud noise and re- | joice = | and 
 
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 Sing unto the Lord | with the | harp; 
 
 With the harp, and the | voice = | of a psalm. 
 With trumpets and | sound of | cornet 
 
 Make a joyful noise be- | fore the | Lord, the | King. 
 Let the sea roar, and the | fulness there- | of: 
 
 The world, and | they that | dwell there- | in. 
 Let the floods clap their hands: let the hills be 
 joyful together be- j fore the | Lord; 
 For He | cometh to | judge the | earth. 
 With righteousness shall He | judge the | world, 
 And the | people | with = | equity. 
 Glory be to the Father, | and to the | Son, 
 And I to the | Holy | Ghost; 
 
 As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever shall | be, 
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 9. When your fathers | tempted I me, 
 
 Proved | me, and | saw my | work. 
 
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 It is a people that do err in their heart, and 
 they | have not | known my | ways. 
 
 11. Unto whom I sware | in my | wrath, 
 
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 3. Upon an instrument of ten strings, and up- | on the | psaltery; 
 
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 I will triumph in the | works — | of Thy j hands. 
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 It is He that hath made us, | and not J we our- | selves; 
 
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 Whither the tribes go up, the tribes | of the | Lord, 
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 unto the | name of the | Lord. 
 
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D0X0L0G1ES. 
 
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 1. Praise God, from whom all blessings 
 
 flow! 
 Praise Him, all creatures here below! 
 Praise Him above, ye heavenly host! 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! 
 
 L. M. 61. 
 
 2. To God the Father, God the Son, 
 And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
 Be honor, praise, and glory given, 
 
 By all on earth, and all in heaven. 
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 Is now, and shall be evermore. 
 
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 3. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 The God whom we adore, 
 Be glory, as it was, is now, 
 And shall be ever more, 
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 Who calls our souls from death, 
 Who saves by His redeeming w r ord 
 
 And new-creating breath; 
 To praise the Father and the Son 
 And Spirit all-divine, — 
 The One in Three, and Three in One — 
 Let saints and angels join, 
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 5. To the eternal Three, 
 
 In will and essence One; 
 To Father, Son, and Spirit be 
 Co-equal honors done. 
 
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 6. To God the Father's throne 
 
 Your highest honors raise; 
 Glory to God the Son ; 
 
 To God, the Spirit, praise; 
 With all our powers, Eternal King, 
 Thy name we sing, while faith adores. 
 
 6s, 4s. 
 
 7. To God— the Father, Son, 
 And Spirit — Three in One, 
 
 All praise be given! 
 Crown Him in every song; 
 To Him your hearts belong; 
 Let all His praise prolong — 
 
 On earth, in heaven. 
 
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 8. Sing we to our God above, 
 Praise eternal as His love; 
 Praise Him, all ye heav'nly host, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
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 9. Praise the name of God most high, 
 Praise Him all below the sky, 
 Praise Him all ye heavenly host, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; 
 
 As through countless ages past, 
 Evermore His praise shall last. 
 
 7s. D. 
 
 10. Praise our glorious King and Lord, 
 Angels waiting on His word, 
 Saiuts that walk with Him in w T hite, 
 Pilgrims walking in His light: 
 Glory to the Eternal One, 
 
 Glory to His only Son, 
 Glory to the Spirit be 
 Now, and through eternity. 
 
 8s & 7s. 
 
 11. Praise the Father, earth and heaven, 
 Praise the Son, the Spirit praise, 
 
 As it was, and is, be given 
 Glory through eternal days. 
 
 8s, 7s & 4s. 
 
 12. Glory be to God the Father, 
 Glory to the eternal Son: 
 
 Sound aloud the Spirit's praises; 
 Join the elders round the throne; 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Hail the glorious Three in One. 
 
 7s & 6s. 
 
 13. Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 One God whom we adore, 
 
 Join we with the heavenly host 
 
 To praise Thee evermore: 
 Live, by heaven and earth adored, 
 
 Three in One, and One in Three, 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord, 
 
 All glory be to Thee. 
 
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 Eternal praise and worship be addrest; 
 From age to age, ye saints, His name 
 
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ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF TUNES, 
 
 Page. 
 
 Adeste Fideles. P. M 31 
 
 Ahira S. M 20 
 
 Alett* 7s 148 
 
 Alexander L. M 240 
 
 Alexander S. M 288 
 
 Alexandria C. M 169 
 
 All good Gifts 7s. 6s 263 
 
 All to Christ P. M 305 
 
 Alphege 7s, 6s 18 
 
 Alton 8s, 7s, 4s 8 
 
 Auiantus S. M 194 
 
 America 6s, 4s 258 
 
 Ames L. M 215 
 
 Amsterdam 7«, 6s. D....206 
 
 Anastasius L. M 292 
 
 Angelica 8s, 7s, 4s 38 
 
 Angelic Song P. M 303 
 
 Angels L. M 212 
 
 Angelus 8s, 7s. 61 90 
 
 Angel Voices P. M 294 
 
 Antioch C. M 21 
 
 Anvern L. M 193 
 
 Apollos S. M. D 239 
 
 Appelton L. M 192 
 
 4riel C. P. M 189 
 
 Arlington C. M 295 
 
 Armenia C. M 88 
 
 Arthur L. M 69 
 
 Arundel O. M 209 
 
 Ashwell L. M 229 
 
 Aurelia 7s, 6s. D...196 
 
 Austria 8s, 7s, D...177 
 
 Autumn 8s, 7s, D 90 
 
 Avon C. M 72 
 
 Azmon C. M 23 
 
 Baca L. M 83 
 
 Badea S. M 85, 311 
 
 Balerma C. M 181 
 
 Bankoke S. M 217 
 
 Barby C. M ..150 
 
 Barkley 8s, 7s; 41......14 
 
 Batty 8s, 7s 253 
 
 Bavaria 8s, 7s, D...140 
 
 Baxter 6s 326 
 
 Bedell 7s 264 
 
 Bedford C. M 235 
 
 Beethoven L. M 214 
 
 Belmont. U. M 185 
 
 Bemerton C. M 180 
 
 Bera L. M 237 
 
 Berlin 10s 197 
 
 Berwick C. M 185 
 
 Bethany 6s, 4s 96 
 
 Bethune 7s, 6s 142 
 
 Blumenthal 7s., D 152 
 
 Boardman C. M 82 
 
 Bonar S. M. D 11 
 
 Boush 8s, 7s, 61 37 
 
 Bowen L. M 287 
 
 Boylston S. M...163, 2i3 
 
 Braden S. M 48 
 
 Bradford C. M 219 
 
 Brandenburg 7s, 8s, 7s. ...165 
 
 Brattlestreet - C. M. D....168 
 
 Bray CM 203 
 
 Bread of life 6s, 4s 226 
 
 Brest 8s, 7s, 4s 9 
 
 Page. 
 
 Bridegroom P. M 313 
 
 Brightest and Best lis, 10s 36 
 
 Brown C. M...173, 281 
 
 Brownell L. M., 61.. ..208 
 
 Burford C. M 94 
 
 Busche L. M 244 
 
 Byefield C. M 44 
 
 Calvary 8s, 7s, 4s... .106 
 
 Cambridge C. M 130 
 
 Caritas 8s, 7s, D...157 
 
 Carol CM. D 30 
 
 Carol, CarolChristians, 304 
 
 Caswell 6s, 5s 102 
 
 Cberith C. M 251 
 
 Chimes CM 74 
 
 China C M 251 
 
 Chopin C. M 54 
 
 Christmas C. IVl 208 
 
 Christmas Eve 8s, 7s, D...30H 
 
 Clareuden C. M 187 
 
 Clarion 7s 28 
 
 Clever 8s,6s. 8s, 4s.l34 
 
 Come ye disconsolate.lls, 10s 86 
 
 Communion , 10s 226 
 
 Ccmpline 8s 293 
 
 Conqueror 68, 4s 139 
 
 Cooke 8s, 7s 14 
 
 Coronae.... 8s, 7s, 4 138 
 
 Coronation C M 126 
 
 Coronet 8s, 7s, D....143 
 
 Coventry C M 22 
 
 Cowper. C M 94 
 
 Craig 6s, 4s 252 
 
 Creation L. M. D 44 
 
 Cross and Crown C. M 126 
 
 Crucifix 7s, 6s, D 231 
 
 Crusader's Hymn P. M 296 
 
 Cutting 6s, 4s 67 
 
 Cyprian L. M 105 
 
 Cyprus 7s 213 
 
 Dallas 7s 265 
 
 Dalliba L. M. 61 13 
 
 Darley L. M 68 
 
 Darwall H. M 123, 163 
 
 Dauchy 7s., D 328 
 
 Daughter of Zion lis 193 
 
 Dawn S. M 279 
 
 Dayman 10s 266 
 
 Dayspring 7s 266 
 
 Dedham C M 34 
 
 Dedication C. M 237 
 
 De Fleury 8s., D 332 
 
 Denfield C. M 289 
 
 Dennis S. M 78 
 
 Desire L. M 153 
 
 Devizes C M 6, 233 
 
 Diademata S. M. D ...260 
 
 Dijon 7s ...135 
 
 Dix 7s., 61 236 
 
 Doddridge S. M 58 
 
 Dort 6s, 4s 259 
 
 Dover S. M 45, 195 
 
 Downs C. M 191 
 
 Dresden 8s, 7s, 7s... .115 
 
 Duke St L. M 4, 53 
 
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 Dulce Carmen Ss. 7s, 61. ...121 
 
 Dundee C M 250 
 
 Easter Hymn 7e 117 
 
 Ebrard P. M 259 
 
 Ecclesia 8s, 7s. D...120 
 
 Fckhardtsheim C. M 88 
 
 Kdeu 7s, 68..109, 330 
 
 Edna 8s, 7s 33 
 
 Eisenach L. M 99 
 
 Elisabethtown C M 74 
 
 Ellesdie 8s, 7s, D....224 
 
 El Paran L. M 186 
 
 Eltham 7s., D 59 
 
 Elvey 7s., D 27 
 
 Elvey's Rest 8s. 4s 295 
 
 Endless Praises 7s 307 
 
 Ernan L. M 215 
 
 Evan CM 73 
 
 Even Me P. M 312 
 
 Even Song 8s, 7s 282 
 
 Eventide 10s 127 
 
 Ewing. 7s, 6s, D 18 
 
 Faben 8s, 7s, D...328 
 
 Faber 7s., D 149 
 
 Fatherland 6s, 4s 12 
 
 Father lead me 7s 311 
 
 Federal St L. M 229 
 
 Felton 7s, 61., -.160 
 
 Ferguson S. M 238 
 
 Firor 7s., 31 86 
 
 Forest L. M 220 
 
 Frederick lis 327 
 
 Galilee L. M 84 
 
 Geer C. M 145 
 
 Geneva P. M 230 
 
 Geneva CM 184 
 
 Gerhardt 7s, 6s. D 19 
 
 Germany L. M..237, 269 
 
 Gettiseniane 7s., 61 Ill 
 
 Gertrude C M. D 10 
 
 Gilead L M 261 
 
 Gilgal L M 45 
 
 Give CM 143 
 
 Glad-tone L. M 244 
 
 Glad Tidings 10s, Us 32 
 
 Golden Hill S. M 179 
 
 Gorton S. M 15 
 
 Goshen Us 128, 171 
 
 Gratitude L. M 270 
 
 Greatorex 7s , 61 110 
 
 Greenville 8s, 7s, 4s. ...291 
 
 Greenwood 3. M 248 
 
 GriKg C. M 243 
 
 Grihg S. M 272 
 
 Grostete L. M 10 
 
 Wuide 7s., D 148 
 
 Guidance 8s, 7s, E.,.107 
 
 Haddam H. M 188 
 
 Hall H. M 151 
 
 Halle 7s., 61 47 
 
 Hallett 7s., 61..... ...136 
 
 Hamburg L. M 104 
 
 Happv Dav L M 221 
 
 Harlem Square S. M 330 
 
 Harmony Grove L. M 40 
 
ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF TUNES. 
 
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 Harwell 8s, 7> 7, 138 
 
 Harwich H M 177 
 
 Haven 5s, fs 97 
 
 Haven 7s. ,1 115 
 
 Haydn 8. 3[ 57 
 
 Hayes 7* 1 13 
 
 HeHvt-nlr Father 7s. '- 228 
 
 Hebec... C, M 166 
 
 :i L. M L!7S 
 
 Heidelberg C. M 37 
 
 He leadeth me L. 31 205 
 
 Helena C. M 180 
 
 Helfenstein C. 31 Id 
 
 Hendon 7s 116, 161 
 
 Henley He, 10s 16 
 
 Henry ('. 31 161 
 
 Hermann C. 31 202 
 
 Hermon C. M 280 
 
 e L. M 98 
 
 Holler 7s 234 
 
 Hollingside 7s. D Tin 
 
 Holy Cross C. 31 319 
 
 Holy Night Carol 304 
 
 Home Us 326 
 
 Hopkins 10s 49 
 
 Horton 7s 113 
 
 Houghton II s. lis 329 
 
 Howard C M 241 
 
 Hurslev L. M 279 
 
 Hyatt L. M 187 
 
 lam coming P. M 314 
 
 I am Jeena little lamb.!'. M 299 
 
 Ilia L.M 75 
 
 I need Thee every hour 324 
 
 Integer '. Us. ">- 6 
 
 Invitation ('. 31. I). ..319 
 
 Italian Hymn 6s, 4s... 199 
 
 1 think when I read 313 
 
 Jaz-r C. M 24 
 
 Jerusalem < '. M 191 
 
 Jeans lovea me 8s, 7s 296 
 
 Jewett Us. D >7 
 
 Jndea C. M 210 
 
 Judgment Hymn P. 31 12 
 
 Keep Thou my Way ..S. If. D.... 207 
 
 Kenai! "... 7s 125 
 
 Kentucky ^. M 07;; 
 
 Kirke L. 31 147 
 
 Kozelmh 7s 275 
 
 Kucken 7s J(j7 
 
 Laban S. 31 204 
 
 Lake Enon S. 31 201 
 
 'Lanesboro C 31 130 
 
 Langran Ids 114 
 
 Laat Beam P. M 280 
 
 Laud C. M 124 
 
 ii. . s. 31. 1) J12 
 
 on s. 31 39 
 
 11. 31 
 
 Life 8a, 7-. 7- 
 
 S 31 
 
 H. 31 122 
 
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 Home 7s, 8a, 7*. ...154 
 
 1 • ood Us 129 
 
 Louvan L. 31 133 
 
 Love C. 31 
 
 Divine L. 31 21 1 
 
 Loving Kindness I.. 3! 
 
 Luther f. 31 71 
 
 Luther S. 31 179 
 
 Luton I.. M...127 
 
 Lntzen <'. 31 ... 
 
 Lux Beuigna I0e, :- 204 
 
 Lyons 10a, lis 182 
 
 Lyte 315 
 
 Magdalene c. 31. 
 
 Magill 11,.... 
 
 ...216 
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 Maidstone 7s. I> 13 
 
 Maitland •'. 31 101 
 
 Manoao C. 31 89 
 
 Market St s. 31 245 
 
 .Marlow C. 31 154 
 
 Martyn 7s. D 81 
 
 Maud i P. 31 2i»l 
 
 May 6s, is 97 
 
 3Iear C. 31 250 
 
 Medfield C. M 5] 
 
 Medway L. 31 268 
 
 Mehnl 7s, ga (to 
 
 3feinhold 7s, Ss, 7s. ...252 
 
 Melita L. 31. 61... .17.") 
 
 Melton 10s 227 
 
 MendelsBohn 7s. D 29 
 
 Mendons L. M..155, 186 
 
 Mercy 7s 112 
 
 Meribah C. P. M 25 
 
 Merton C. 3r 131 
 
 MeBBiah 7s. D 264 
 
 Middleton 8a, 7s, D 65 
 
 Migdol L. 31 141 
 
 31ilrs Lane C. M 257 
 
 Miriam 7s, 6s, D 70 
 
 Missionary Chant L. M...52, 23S 
 
 Missionary Hymn 7s, 6s. D 62 
 
 Mission Song 8s, 7s. D 64 
 
 Monkland 7s 242 
 
 Monson C. M 236 
 
 Moore S. M 57 
 
 More Love 6s, 4s 160 
 
 Mornington S. M...200, 316 
 
 Moultrie 8s, 7s. D...156. 
 
 3rozart 7s 136 
 
 Munich 7s, 6s, D 27 
 
 My Redeemer P. M 321 
 
 Naille S. M 38 
 
 Namur L. 31 103 
 
 Naomi (/. 31 181 
 
 Nauford P. M 231 
 
 Navwin. C M 219 
 
 Neale 10, 6 112 
 
 Neandar P. 31 267 
 
 Near theCross P. M 314 
 
 Nestor Chant L. M .125 
 
 Nettleton 8s, 7s. D...292 
 
 New Haven 6s, 4s..223, 290 
 
 New Year's Hymn P. 31 42 
 
 Nicea P. M 151 
 
 None but Jesus P. M 324 
 
 Nottingham C. M 34 
 
 Nunda L. M. D 59 
 
 Oberlin L. 31 276 
 
 Old 124th Us. ma 10 
 
 Old Hundred L. 31 4,286 
 
 Old, Old Story 7s, 6s. D...308 
 
 Olives Brow L. 31 230 
 
 Olivet 6s, 4s 183 
 
 Olivet L.3I 95 
 
 oimutz S. 31 201 
 
 Olney S. 31 146 
 
 < mido 7s. P 5 
 
 Oriel L.M. ...83, 249 
 
 Orland L. |M 176 
 
 Orringtnn S. 31 L78 
 
 ( Irtonville C. M 159 
 
 I tegood ss, 7s, .|s 92 
 
 Osinan B. 31 273 
 
 < Utto Bs,7s, D 18 
 
 Our Leader 6a, 5s 
 
 Our Lord hath arisen 305 
 
 ( ".r Ruler ss, 7-. 7s. ...210 
 
 Ozrem b. M 21 
 
 Paraclete 7s, 5s 150 
 
 Paradise P. 31 20 
 
 Park st L. 31 41 
 
 Paschal 7s, D 118 
 
 Paoh. 
 
 Passion Chorale 7s, 6s, I). ..108 
 
 Pass me not 8s, 5s 31T 
 
 Patrla H. M 262 
 
 Paulina lis 254 
 
 Pax Lei 10s 2'U 
 
 s. 31 174 
 
 Pentonville 8. 31 178 
 
 Pent/. 7s. til 152 
 
 Peterboro C. 31 203 
 
 Philbrook 8s, 7s, D....275 
 
 Phillips ('. 3r 109 
 
 Phuvafa C. 31 211 
 
 Pilesgrovo L. 31 245 
 
 Pilot 7s, 61 316 
 
 Pleyel's Hymn 7s 80,212 
 
 Precious Name 8s, 7s 320 
 
 Promise 8s, 7 B , D....137 
 
 Providence P. M 329 
 
 Prudent 8s, 7s 298 
 
 Rapture C. P. M 283 
 
 Rathbun 8s, 7s 92 
 
 Raven S. 31. D 142 
 
 Rebough S. 31 118 
 
 Redhead, No. 47 7s 109 
 
 Refuge :.7s, D 80 
 
 Regent Square 8s, 7s... 156 
 
 Remsen C. 31 30 
 
 Rest L. 31 247 
 
 Resurrection 7s, 6s, D....116 
 
 Resurrection Joy lis, 12s 125 
 
 Rescue the Perishing 323 
 
 Retreat L. M 287 
 
 Rhine C. M 190 
 
 Ripley 8s, 7s, D. .197 
 
 Ripple 6s 310 
 
 Rockingham(3Iason).L. 31 221 
 
 Rockingham (3Iiller)..L. 31 105 
 
 Rolland L.M 147 
 
 Rosedale L. 31 332 
 
 Rosefield 7s, 61 46 
 
 Rothwdl L. M 61 
 
 Russian Hymn L. M 260 
 
 Sabbath 7s, 6s 274 
 
 Safe in the Arms of.. 315 
 
 Salvatori 7s, 6s 121 
 
 Salzburg 8s, 7s, 4s 28 
 
 Samson L. 31 240 
 
 Santolius. Ss, 7s, D....225 
 
 Saxon v 8s, 7s 140 
 
 Schaeffer C. 31 289 
 
 Schilling Carol 302 
 
 Schubert Ss, 7s 258 
 
 Schuman S. M 272 
 
 Scotland 12s 23 
 
 Scudamore 7s 223 
 
 Seasons L. M 167 
 
 Seelye 7s 212 
 
 Seelye 8s, 7s. D...145 
 
 Segur ss, 7s, 4s ...206 
 
 Seir S. M 263 
 
 Selvin S. 31 195 
 
 Sessions L. 31 261 
 
 Seymour 7s 82 
 
 Shawmut S. 31 15 
 
 Bhepherd 8s, 7s. 4s ...134 ■ 
 
 Shining Shore P. 31 320 
 
 Sbirland B. 31 93 
 
 Sicily ss, 7- 211 
 
 Siloam 0. 31 218 
 
 Silver St S. 31 288 
 
 Skyles 8. 31 20 
 
 Smile Praises Carol 306 
 
 Solid Rock L. 31. L 8 
 
 Bolwaj C. 31 164 
 
 Something for Jesus. ..6s, 4s 96 
 
 Bong ss, 5s 222 
 
 Sonthminster 7s 42 
 
 S|.;i 11 i-h Hvinn 7h, D 81 
 
 Spohr C. M 209 
 
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 8tanton S. M 78 
 
 8tateSt S. M 56 
 
 Steele 88, 7s, 4s 70 
 
 Stella L. M. D 41 
 
 Sterling L. M 176 
 
 Stillingfleet S. M 231 
 
 Stillwater 10s, Us ....135 
 
 Stockwell 8s, 7s 283 
 
 Stonefield L. M 68 
 
 St. Albans 6s, 5s, D 66 
 
 St. Albinus 7s, 8s, 4s.. ..124 
 
 St. Agnes C. M 29 
 
 St. Ann's C. M 172 
 
 St. Brides S. M 248 
 
 St. Chad 8s, 7s, D ....91 
 
 St. Cross L. M 114 
 
 St. Cyprian Us 102 
 
 St. Drostane L. M 69 
 
 St. Finbar 8* 103 
 
 St. Gertrude 6s, 5s 298 
 
 St. Hilda 7s, 6s D....317 
 
 St. Jerome L. M 278 
 
 St. John C. M 233 
 
 St. John's C. M 242 
 
 St. Joseph 88, 7s, 7s 84 
 
 St. Leonard C. M. D... 284 
 
 St. Lucian 6s, 5s 95 
 
 St. Martin 7s, D 149 
 
 St. Martin's C. M 55 
 
 St. Olaf S. M 146 
 
 St. Oswald 8s, 7s 222 
 
 St. Peter C. M 159 
 
 St. Stephen's C. M 172 
 
 St. Theodulph 7s, os 98 
 
 St. Thomas S. M 194 
 
 St. Vincent L. M 277 
 
 8uper 12s, Us 54 
 
 Sutherland H. M 242 
 
 Swanwich C. M 170 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer L. M. D...333 
 
 Pagb. 
 
 Tallis' Evening HymnL. M 276 
 
 Talmar 8s, 7s 106 
 
 Tampico C. M 170 
 
 Tappan C. M 198 
 
 Taylor 8s, lis 25 
 
 Tell it out P. M 61 
 
 Tell the story 7s, 6s, JQ....309 
 
 Tempestas Sedata 8s, 3s 50 
 
 Thanksgiving Hymn 10s 256 
 
 Thatcher .8. M 174 
 
 ThereisaGreenHill...C. M. D ...307 
 
 There's a Friend P M 299 
 
 The Roseate Hues CM.D ...282 
 
 The Story of Love 7s, 6s, D....297 
 
 Toplady 7s, 61 ....93 
 
 Trinity L. M 153 
 
 Truro L. M....43, 123 
 
 Trusting 7s 318 
 
 Tulford 7e, D 265 
 
 Uxbridge L. M. 
 
 .167 
 
 Valeland C. M 190 
 
 Valentia C. M 100 
 
 Van Hall's Hymn L. M 22 
 
 Varina CM. D ...285 
 
 Vesper Hymn 8s, 7s. D... 183 
 
 Victory 8s, 4s 119 
 
 Vigil 8. M 249 
 
 Vigils .....C. M 232 
 
 VoxDilecti CM. D... 285 
 
 WakenChristianChildren 301 
 
 Walsal CM 35 
 
 Walter C M 26 
 
 Waltham 8s, 7s, 61... 241 
 
 Ward L M 17 
 
 Ware L.M 84 
 
 Paoi. 
 
 Wareham L.M 60 
 
 Warsaw H. M 262 
 
 Wartburg L. M 286 
 
 Warwick C M 271 
 
 Wasserquelle 8s, 7s, D...144 
 
 Watchman 8. M 217 
 
 Watchman, Tell us. ..7s, D 13 
 
 We will Carol 306 
 
 Webb 7s, 6s, C46, 63 
 
 Webster L.M 162 
 
 Weller 8. M 199 
 
 Wellesley 8s, 7s, 33 
 
 Wellerd ..L. M 155 
 
 Wells L.M 330 
 
 Welton L. M....77.132 
 
 Wentworth 7s 115 
 
 Wesley lis, 10s 36 
 
 What a Friend 8s, 7s, D....318 
 
 While Shepherds 301 
 
 Whitefield 8. M 144 
 
 Whiter than Snow 322 
 
 Williamson 8. M 132 
 
 Willoughby CP.M 70 
 
 Wilmot 8s, 7s. ...91, 162 
 
 Winchester L. M 17 
 
 Windham L.M 228 
 
 Wurtemberg 7s 119 
 
 Wonderful Words P. M 310 
 
 Woodland C. M 333 
 
 Woodstock C. M 50 
 
 Woodworth L. M 76 
 
 Work Song P. M.. 67 
 
 Yoakley L. M, 61. ..58 
 
 Zephyr L. M 85, 246 
 
 Zerah CM 31 
 
 Zion 8s, 7s,4s..9, 65 
 
METRICAL INDEX, 
 
 L. M. 
 
 Page. 
 
 Alexander 240 
 
 Ames 215 
 
 Anastasius 
 
 Angela 212 
 
 Anvern 193 
 
 Applets 192 
 
 Arthur 69 
 
 Ashwell __ 
 
 Baca S3 
 
 Beethoven 214 
 
 Bera 
 
 Bowen 287 
 
 Busche 244 
 
 Cyprian 105 
 
 Darlej 68 
 
 Desire 153 
 
 Duke St 4,53 
 
 Eisenach 99 
 
 ElParan 186 
 
 Ernan„ 215 
 
 Federal St 229 
 
 220 
 
 Galilee 84 
 
 Germany 2 '■ - 
 
 Gilead 261 
 
 Gilgal 45 
 
 Gladstone 244 
 
 Gratitude 270 
 
 Grostete 10 
 
 Hamburg 104 
 
 Happy Dav 221 
 
 Harmony Grove 40 
 
 Hebron 27^ 
 
 Heleadeth me 205 
 
 Higbee 9S 
 
 Hurslev 279 
 
 Hyatt 187 
 
 Ilia 75 
 
 Kirke 147 
 
 Louvan 133 
 
 Love Divine 2U 
 
 Loving Kindness 266 
 
 Luton 127,269 
 
 Medway ....268 
 
 Mendon 155, l v 6 
 
 Migdol 141 
 
 Missionary Chant... "_. _ - 
 
 Namur 103 
 
 Nestor Chant 
 
 Oberlin 276 
 
 Old Hundred ;. 286 
 
 Olives Brow 
 
 Olivet 95 
 
 Oriel 
 
 Orland 176 
 
 Park St n 
 
 Piles grove 245 
 
 Beat 217 
 
 Retreat 
 
 RockiDgham(Mason)...221 
 Rockingham (Miller)....105 
 
 Holland 147 
 
 Bosedale 
 
 Page, i 
 
 Rothwell 61 
 
 Russian Hymn 260 
 
 a 240 
 
 Seasons 167 
 
 .>■<... 261 
 
 Sterling 176 
 
 Stonefield 6S 
 
 St. Cross 114 
 
 St. Drostane 69 
 
 St. Jerome 278 
 
 St. Vincent 277 
 
 Tallis' Evening Hymn 276 
 
 Trinity 153 
 
 Truro 43, 123 
 
 Uxbridge 167 
 
 Van Hall's Hymn 22 
 
 Ward 17 
 
 Wan- 84 
 
 Wareham 60 
 
 Wartburg 286 
 
 Webster 162 
 
 Wellerd 155 
 
 Wells 330 
 
 Welton 77,132 
 
 Winchester 17 
 
 Windham 228 
 
 Woodworth 76 
 
 Zephyr 85,246 
 
 L. M., 6 lines. 
 
 Brownell 208 
 
 Dilliba 13 
 
 If elite 175 
 
 Toakley 58 
 
 L. M. Double. 
 
 Creation 44 
 
 Nunda 59 
 
 Solid Rock 8 
 
 Stella 41 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer.,.333 
 
 C. M. 
 
 Alexandria 169 
 
 Antioch 21 
 
 Arlington 295 
 
 Armenia 88 
 
 Arundel 209 
 
 Avon 72 
 
 Azmon 23 
 
 Balerma 181 
 
 Barby 150 
 
 Bedford 235 
 
 Belmont 185 
 
 Bemerton 180 
 
 Berwick 185 
 
 Boardman .82 
 
 Bradford 219 
 
 Bray 203 
 
 D 173,281 
 
 ! 94 
 
 i 44 
 
 Pass. 
 
 Cambridge L30 
 
 Cherith 251 
 
 Chimes.. 71 
 
 China 251 
 
 Chopin 51 
 
 Christmas 208 
 
 Glarenden 187 
 
 Coronation 126 
 
 Coventry 22 
 
 Cowper 94 
 
 Cross and Crown 126 
 
 Dedham 34 
 
 Dedication 237 
 
 Denfield 289 
 
 Devizes 6, 233 
 
 Downs 191 
 
 Dundee 250 
 
 Eckhardtsheim 88 
 
 Elisabethtown 74 
 
 Evan.. 73 
 
 Geer 145 
 
 Geneva 184 
 
 Give 143 
 
 Grigg 243 
 
 Heber 166 
 
 Heidelberg 37 
 
 Helena 180 
 
 Helfenstein 101 
 
 Henry 164 
 
 Hermann 202 
 
 Hermon 280 
 
 Holy Cross 319 
 
 Howard 241 
 
 Jazer 24 
 
 Jerusalem 191 
 
 Judea 210 
 
 Lanesboro 130 
 
 Laud 124 
 
 Love 158 
 
 Lutaen , 243 
 
 Maitland 101 
 
 Magdalene 216 
 
 Manoah 89 
 
 Marlow 154 
 
 Mear 250 
 
 Medfield 51 
 
 Blertoo 131 
 
 Miles Lane 257 
 
 Monson 236 
 
 Naomi 181 
 
 Nav&rin _ 219 
 
 Nottingham 34 
 
 Ortonville 159 
 
 Peterboro 203 
 
 Phillips 169 
 
 Phuvah 211 
 
 Remsen 30 
 
 Shine 190 
 
 Schaeffer 289 
 
 Siloam .. 218 
 
 Solway 164 
 
 Spohr 209 
 
 St. Agnes 28 
 
 St. Ann's 172 
 
 Page. 
 
 St. John 233 
 
 St. John's 242 
 
 Sr. Martin's 55 
 
 St. Peter 159 
 
 St Stephen's 172 
 
 Bwanwich 170 
 
 Tampico 170 
 
 Tappan 198 
 
 Valeland 190 
 
 Valentia 100 
 
 Vigils 232 
 
 Walsal 35 
 
 Walter 26 
 
 Warwick 271 
 
 Woodland .333 
 
 Woodstock 50 
 
 Zerah 31 
 
 C. M. Double. 
 
 Brattlcstreet 168 
 
 Carol 30 
 
 Gertrude 10 
 
 Invitation .319 
 
 St. Leonard 284 
 
 There is a Green Hill. ..307 
 
 The Roseate Hues 282 
 
 Varina 285 
 
 VoxDilecti 285 
 
 C. P. M. 
 
 Ariel 189 
 
 Meribah 25 
 
 Rapture 283 
 
 Willoughby 70 
 
 S. M. 
 
 Ahira 20 
 
 Alexander 
 
 Amantus 194 
 
 Badea 85, 311 
 
 Bankoke 217 
 
 Boyiston 163,235 
 
 Braden 
 
 Dawn 479 
 
 Dennis 7^ 
 
 Doddridge 58 
 
 Dover 45,195 
 
 Ferguson.. 238 
 
 Golden Hill 179 
 
 Gorton 15 
 
 Greenwood J IS 
 
 Gring 272 
 
 Harlem Square 330 
 
 Haydn ~ )t 
 
 Kentucky.. _ 
 
 Laban 204 
 
 Lake Enon 201 
 
 Leighton .39 
 
 Lisbon 66 
 
360 
 
 METRICAL INDEX. 
 
 Page. 
 
 Luther 179 
 
 Market St 245 
 
 Moore 57 
 
 Momington 200, 316 
 
 NoilLe 38 
 
 Olmutz 291 
 
 Olney 146 
 
 OrriDgtoa 178 
 
 Osman 273 
 
 Ozr.-m 21 
 
 Peacfl 174 
 
 Pentonyille 178 
 
 Rebough 118 
 
 Schnman.. 272 
 
 Seir 263 
 
 Selvin 195 
 
 Shawraut 15 
 
 Shirland 93 
 
 Silver St 288 
 
 Skyles 20 
 
 Stanton 78 
 
 State St 56 
 
 Stillingfleet 231 
 
 St. Brides „ 248 
 
 St. Olaf 146 
 
 St. Thomas 194 
 
 Thatcher. 174 
 
 Vigil 249 
 
 Watchman 217 
 
 Weller .....199 
 
 Whitefield 144 
 
 Williamson 132 
 
 S. M. Double. 
 
 Apollos 239 
 
 Bonar 11 
 
 Diademata 260 
 
 Keep Thou my Way ....207 
 
 Lebanon 312 
 
 Raven 142 
 
 H.M. 
 
 Darwall 123,163 
 
 Haddam 188 
 
 Hall 151 
 
 Harwich 177 
 
 Lenox 35 
 
 Lischer, , 122 
 
 Patria 262 
 
 Sutherland 242 
 
 Warsaw 262 
 
 5s, 4s. 
 Haven 97 
 
 6s. 
 
 Baxter 326 
 
 Ripple 310 
 
 6s, Double. 
 Jewett 87 
 
 6s, 4s. 
 
 America 258 
 
 Bethany 96 
 
 Bread of life 2-h 
 
 Conqueror 139 
 
 Craig 252 
 
 Cutting 07 
 
 Dort 259 
 
 Fatherland 12 
 
 Italian Hymn 199 
 
 Logos 331 
 
 Lyte ,; 315 
 
 Page. 
 
 May 97 
 
 More Love 160 
 
 New Haven 223, 290 
 
 Olivet 183 
 
 Something for Jesus 96 
 
 6s, 5s. 
 
 Caswell 102 
 
 Our Leader 297 
 
 St. Albans 66 
 
 St. Gertrude 298 
 
 St. Lucian 95 
 
 7s. 
 
 Aletta 148 
 
 Bedell 264 
 
 Clarion 28 
 
 Cyprus 213 
 
 Dallas 265 
 
 Dayspring 266 
 
 Dijon 135 
 
 "Faster Hymn 117 
 
 Endless Praises 307 
 
 Father lead me 311 
 
 Hayes 113 
 
 Hendon 116, 161 
 
 Holley 234 
 
 Horton 113 
 
 Kenan 125 
 
 Kozeluch 275 
 
 Kucken 107 
 
 Mercy 112 
 
 Monkland 242 
 
 Mozart 136 
 
 Pleyel'a Hymn 80, 212 
 
 Redhead, No. 47 109 
 
 Scudamore 223 
 
 Seelye 212 
 
 Seymour 82 
 
 Southminster 42 
 
 St. Martin 149 
 
 Trusting 313 
 
 Wentworth 115 
 
 Wurtemberg , 119 
 
 7s, 3 lines. 
 Firor 86 
 
 7s, 4 lines. 
 Haven 115 
 
 7s and 5s. 
 Heavenly Father 228 
 
 7s. 6 lines. 
 
 Dix 236 
 
 Felton 160 
 
 Gethsemane Ill 
 
 Greatorex 110 
 
 Halle 47 
 
 Hallett 136 
 
 Pcntz 152 
 
 Pilot 316 
 
 Rosefield 46 
 
 Sabbath 274 
 
 Toplady ( .)3 
 
 7s. Double. 
 
 Blunieuthal 152 
 
 Dauchy 323 
 
 Eltham 59 
 
 Page. 
 
 Elvey 27 
 
 Faber 149 
 
 Guide 148 
 
 Hollingside 110 
 
 Maidstone 43 
 
 Martyn 81 
 
 Mendelssohn 29 
 
 Messiah 264 
 
 Onido 5 
 
 Paschal 118 
 
 Refuge 80 
 
 Spanish Hymn 81 
 
 Tulford 265 
 
 Watchman, Tell us 13 
 
 7s. and 6s. 
 
 All good Gifts 263 
 
 Alphege 18 
 
 Amsterdam 206 
 
 Aurelia 196 
 
 Bethune 142 
 
 Crucifix 231 
 
 Eden 109,330 
 
 Ewing 18 
 
 Gerhardt 19 
 
 Mehul 99 
 
 Miriam 79 
 
 Missionary Hymn 62 
 
 Munich 2< 
 
 Old, Old Story 308 
 
 Passion Chorale 108 
 
 Resurrection 116 
 
 Salvatori 121 
 
 St. Hilda 317 
 
 St. Theodulph 98 
 
 Tell the story 309 
 
 The Story of Love 297 
 
 Webb 46,63 
 
 7s, 8s, 4s. 
 St. Albinus 124 
 
 7s, 8s, 7s. 
 
 Brandenburg 165 
 
 Long Home 154 
 
 Meinhold 252 
 
 8s. 
 
 Ccmpline 293 
 
 DeFleury 332 
 
 St. Finbar. 103 
 
 8s. 4s. 
 
 Elvey's Rest 295 
 
 Victory 119 
 
 8s, 5s. 
 
 Pass me not 317 
 
 Song 222 
 
 8s, 6s. 8s, 4s. 
 Clever 134 
 
 8s, 7s. 
 
 Barkley 14 
 
 Batty 253 
 
 Cooke 14 
 
 Page. 
 
 Even Song 282 
 
 Jesus loves me 296 
 
 Precious Name 320 
 
 Prudent 298 
 
 Rathbun 92 
 
 Saxony 140 
 
 Sicily 211 
 
 Stockwell 283 
 
 St. Oswald 222 
 
 Wellesley 33 
 
 Wilmot ^ 91, 162 
 
 8s, 7s. 6 lines. 
 
 Angelus 90 
 
 Boush... 37 
 
 Dulce Carmen , 121 
 
 Regent Square 7, 156 
 
 Waltham 241 
 
 8s, 7s, Double. 
 
 Austria 177 
 
 Autumn 90 
 
 Bavaria 140 
 
 Caritas 157 
 
 Christmas Eve 300 
 
 Coronet 143 
 
 Ecclesia 120 
 
 Ellesdie 224 
 
 Edna 33 
 
 Faben 328 
 
 Guidance 107 
 
 Harwell 7, 138 
 
 Middleton 65 
 
 Mission Song 64 
 
 Moultrie 156 
 
 Nettleton 292 
 
 Otto 48 
 
 Philbrook 275 
 
 Promise 137 
 
 Ripley 197 
 
 Santolius 225 
 
 Schubert 258 
 
 Seelve 145 
 
 St. Chad..... 91 
 
 Talmar 106 
 
 Vesper Hymn 183 
 
 Wasserquelle 144 
 
 What a Friend 318 
 
 8s, 7s, 4s 
 
 Alton 8 
 
 Angelica 38 
 
 Brest 9 
 
 Calvary 106 
 
 Coronae 138 
 
 Greenville 291 
 
 Osgood 92 
 
 Salzburg . ( .28 
 
 Segur 206 
 
 Shepherd 134 
 
 Steele 70 
 
 Zion 9,65 
 
 8s, 7s, 7s. 
 
 Dresden 115 
 
 Life ....325 
 
 Our Ruler ....216 
 
 St. Joseph 84 
 
METRICAL INDEX. 
 
 361 
 
 Pagi. 
 8s, 3s. 
 
 Tempestas Sedata 50 
 
 Ss, lis. 
 Taylor 25 
 
 10s. 
 
 Berlin 197 
 
 Communion 226 
 
 Dayman 260 
 
 Eventide.. 127 
 
 Hopkins 49 
 
 Langran 114 
 
 Melton 227 
 
 Pax Dei 291 
 
 Thanksgiving Hymn. .256 
 
 10s, 4s. 
 Lux Benigna... 204 
 
 10s, 6s. 
 Neale 112 
 
 Paqf.. 
 
 10s, lis. 
 
 Glad Tidings 32 
 
 Houghton 329 
 
 Lyons 182 
 
 Stillwater 135 
 
 lis. 
 
 Daughter of Zion 198 
 
 Frederick 327 
 
 Goshen 128, 171 
 
 Home 326 
 
 Long wood 129 
 
 Magill 11 
 
 Paulina 254 
 
 St. Cyprian 102 
 
 lis, 5s. 
 
 Integer 6 
 
 New Year's Hymn 42 
 
 lis, 10s 
 
 Brightest and Best 36 
 
 Come ye disconsolate 86 
 
 Henley 16 
 
 Old 124th 16 
 
 Wesley 36 
 
 Page* 
 
 lis, 12s. 
 
 Resurrection Joy 125 
 
 12s. 
 
 Scotland 23 
 
 12s, lis. 
 Super 54 
 
 P.M. 
 
 Adeste Fideles 31 
 
 All to Christ (05 
 
 Angelic Song 303 
 
 Angel Voices 294 
 
 Bridegroom 313 
 
 Carol, CarolChristians,. 304 
 
 Crusader's Hymn 296 
 
 Ebrard 259 
 
 Even Me 312 
 
 Geneva 230 
 
 Holy Night 304 
 
 I am coming 314 
 
 I am Jesus little lamb 299 
 I need Thee every hour.324 
 
 1 think when I read 313 
 
 Judgment Hymn 12 
 
 Paor. 
 
 Last Beam 2.S0 
 
 Luther 71 
 
 Maud. 294 
 
 My Redeemer 321 
 
 Nauford 231 
 
 Neander 267 
 
 Near the Cross 314 
 
 Nicea 151 
 
 None luit Jesus .'524 
 
 Our Lord hath arisen....305 
 
 Paraclete 150 
 
 Paradise 26 
 
 Providence. 329 
 
 Rescue the Perishing. ..323 
 
 Safe in the Arms of 315 
 
 Schilling 302 
 
 Shining Shore 320 
 
 Smile Praises. 306 
 
 Tell it out 61 
 
 There's a Friend 299 
 
 Waken Christian Chil- 
 dren 301 
 
 We will Carol 306 
 
 While Shepherds 301 
 
 Whiter'than Snow 322 
 
 Wonderful Words 310 
 
 Work Song 67 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS, 
 
 THE FIGURF.S REFER TO THE HYMNS. 
 
 Adoption 123, 333, 402, 484 
 
 Adoratian 52, 59, 60, 415 to 420 
 
 Afflictions 173, 387, 529, 731 
 
 Almsgiving (See Charity.) 
 
 Ascension 299 to 314 
 
 Aspiration 118, 310, 478, 488, 494 
 
 Aspiration for grace 157, 380 
 
 Assurance ..20, 184, 366, 380, 381, 383 
 Atonement 207, 210, 376, 377, 473 
 
 Baptism .493 to 501, 504, 505, 511, 512 
 Burial .. 571 to 594 
 
 Charity 346, 347, 353, 361, 447 
 
 Children 685 to 721 
 
 Christ abiding in 472, 515, 531 
 
 " us 107, 217, 
 
 278, 279, 410, 743 
 11 adoration of.. 60, 209, 308, 
 
 310, 312, 351, 453 
 
 " first Advent of 44 to 88 
 
 " second Advent of 3 to 32 
 
 " Advocate 291, 299,308 
 
 " All in All 124, 199, 220, 
 
 351, 371, 412 to 414, 452, 674 
 
 " Ascension of. 299 to 314 
 
 " Blood of 159, 229, 245, 473 
 
 " Childhood of. 125, 691 
 
 " Circumcision of. 94, 95 
 
 " Compassion of. 48,174, 
 
 187, 400, 647 
 «' the Cornerstone., ....550 to 552 
 
 " Crucifixion of 231,234, 
 
 236, 238, 241, 253 
 " Divinity of .52, 74, 88, 116, 
 
 212, 218, 475 
 «« Humanity of..95, 116, 178, 
 
 187, 400, 418 
 
 " the Judge 15, 31, 32, 53, 
 
 181, 415 
 
 " King 108, 109, 119, 
 
 132, 271, 280, 286, 
 300 to 302, 306, 311,415 
 
 " Lamb of God 161, 168, 
 
 176, 227, 242, 676 
 
 " Life 106, 257, 366, 452, 687 
 
 " the Light. 24, 40, 101, 113, 
 
 486, 684, 686, 687 
 M Love of.. 102, 183, 215, 216, 
 
 251, 355, 356, 365 
 '• Love to...l82, 201, 210, 246, 
 
 350, 352, 354, 565, 708 
 " Manifestation of .98 to 113, 
 
 122, 129 
 " the Pattern..^70, 400, 401, 
 
 418, 419 
 « Presence of....294, 316, 365, 
 
 534,690 
 
 " the Priest 207, 421 
 
 •• " Prince of Peace.51, 61, 
 
 165, 314, 483 
 
 ** " Prophet 270 
 
 M " Redeemer... .244, 281, 
 
 291, 309, 718 
 
 Christ our Refuge ....49, 115, 124, 
 173, 177, 196, 202, 
 205,208,283,284 
 " Resurrection of.257 to 275, 
 
 705 to 707 
 
 " Rest in Grave 248, 249, 
 
 252 to 254, 256 
 
 " Sacrifice of 38, 41, 189, 
 
 209, 223, 231, 235, 236 
 
 " the Shepherd 270, 283, 
 
 290, 292, 293, 295, 467 
 " Sufferings of..l54, 224, 225, 
 
 231, 234 to 236, 240, 247, 521 
 
 " Temptation of 178, 388, 418 
 
 " Triumphal Entry of 219 to 222 
 " Union with .396, 397, 427, 
 
 429, 452 
 ChristianEncouragementl62,371, 
 
 375, 470, 473 to 475 
 " Fellowship.. ..276, 357, 
 
 360, 370 
 
 " Privileges 123, 183, 
 
 288, 289, 491, 493 
 " Security of the....287 to 
 
 289, 461,484 
 
 Christmas. ..., 61 to 88, 697 to 704 
 
 Church The 431 to 446 
 
 ' ' Glory of the . 432, 433, 437, 
 
 441, 442 
 " Triumph of... 141, 142, 434, 
 
 435, 454 
 Closing HymDS.656, 679, 680, 688, 704 
 Communion, The Holy...412, 517, 546 
 " Preparation for. ..522 
 
 to 525, 528 
 " of Saints .360, 426 to 
 
 429, 656 
 " with God ..499, 502, 
 
 503, 506 to 509, 514 to 516 
 Confession of sin... 175, 403, 428, 
 
 460, 524, 533 
 
 Confirmation 499, 502, 503, 506 
 
 to 599, 514 to 516 
 
 Conformity to Christ 459, 460, 
 
 477, 478 
 
 Consecration of Church 563 to 570 
 
 Personal. ..232, 410, 
 
 411, 514, 542, 626 
 
 Conversion 457, 717,718, 728,753 
 
 Cornerstone laying 558 to 563 
 
 Covenant, ^he 204, 493, 496 
 
 Cross the, of Christ.205, 207, 226, 
 
 236, 237, 712, 721, 730 
 
 Decision 
 
 Delay 
 
 ..499, 503, 506 
 .740, 741, 743 
 
 Easter Hymns...257 to 275, 705 to 707 
 
 Eternity 27, 28, 30, 715 
 
 Evening... .636, 640 to 644, 646 to 
 
 652, 659, 660 
 
 Faith.....ll0, 363, 364, 367 to 371, 
 
 407, 429, 738 
 Forgiveness. ...169, 172, 395,466,631 
 
 God Attributes of .339, 342, 405 
 
 " Confidence in 372 to 387 
 
 " Creator .389, 670 
 
 " Fortress 153,379 
 
 " Love of 348, 349, 359, 425 
 
 " Merciful ... 359. 409 to 411 
 
 " our refuge, 379, 382, 392, 
 
 431 to 433 
 
 Gospel the 710, 711, 713 
 
 Grace 162, 203, 377, 378, 393, 
 
 398, 399, 408, 716 
 
 Gratitude....422 to 425, 489, 620 to 625 
 
 Harvest 597, 598, 600, 602, 611, 
 
 613,614, 616 to 619 
 
 " Spiritual 120,557 
 
 Heaven, 35 to 39, 55, 651. 661, 
 
 714, 715, 760 
 
 " Blessedness of 468, 479, 
 
 480, 714, 715 
 
 '« Home in 27,482,593, 
 
 714, 760 
 " Longing for ...35 to 39, 479, 
 
 480, 494 
 " Worship of...481, 485, 487, 
 
 537, 685, 754 
 
 Holiness 80, 123,325,326 
 
 Holy Spirit 317 to 333 
 
 " " the Comforter 296, 
 
 318, 327, 333, 390 
 " " Descent of... .317, 320, 
 
 325 327 
 
 " Guide 318, 328, 390', 
 
 464 to 467, 469 
 
 «' " Promised 296, 298, dl3 
 
 " " Rene wing... 317 to 325, 
 
 331, 389, 390, 474 
 " Sanctifying. ..326, 330, 
 
 332, 389, 391 
 
 Hope .41, 155, 366, 407, 439, 488 
 
 Humanity.,166, 170, 171, 174, 403, 540 
 
 Installation 548, 557, 754 
 
 Invitation 541, 731, 733, 758 
 
 Jerusalem the new ..35 to 38, 50, 
 
 274, 430 
 Justification. See Faith 
 
 Lent 153 to 219 
 
 Litany Hymns 179, 191, 206, 
 
 245, 329, 390, 650 
 
 Lords Day 633,637, 645, 67-1, 673 
 
 " Supper. (SeeHolyCommunion.) 
 Love 347 to 350, 353, 357, 360 
 
 Man, fallen. ...49, 58, 211, 156, 163 
 
 to 167, 189 
 
 Marriage 750,751 
 
 Mercy Seat 190, 197, 627,661, 
 
 672, 729, 732 
 
 Ministry, The 433, 445, 447, 
 
 548 to 557 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 36a 
 
 Missions.. 117 to 142 
 
 Morning .(ft) to 635, 639, 6c 
 
 New Tear - 
 
 Obedience 378,424, 
 
 Opening Hymna 
 
 Ordination... .150, 433, 548 to 556, 754 
 
 Pawion Hymna 219 to 256 
 
 Penitence... lt,n, 162,173, 174. i7 I, 
 
 198, 522 to 525 
 
 Pilgrimage 200, 491, 734, 744 
 
 Prayer 446, 451, 654, 716, 729, 
 
 732, 759 
 Providence. ..47, 51, 409, 411, 635, 748 
 
 Regeneration. (See Holy Spirit 
 
 renewing.) 
 
 Repentence 169, 171, 180, 194, 530 
 
 Resignation 382 to 387, 744. 745 
 
 Re*t 28, 29, 21S, 239 440, 444, 
 
 731, 76C 
 Ressurrection...l4, Its 17. 21, 26, 
 31, 53, 261, - 
 
 Saints/Blessrdnrsa of.. . 426, 427, 
 
 187, 746, 754, 755,760 
 
 " Communion of 436, 4 38, 
 
 440, 476, 478, 742 
 
 Salvation 49,117,238,4 
 
 Sea at 725, 726 
 
 Self denial... 419, 470 to 475, 514, 741 
 Soldiers christian.. ..136, 429, 462, 
 463, 
 
 Star of Bethlehem 72, 87, I'll, 128 
 
 Submission 121, 192, 193, 250, 
 
 385, 386, 716 
 
 Temperance 419, 717, 723, 730, 
 
 736, 737, 748, 758 
 
 Tempest stilled 103, 105, 114 
 
 Thanksgiving 595 to 619, 624, 629 
 
 Harvest. ...597, 598, 
 600, 602, 611, 
 613, 614, 616 to 619 
 " National... .599, 605 
 
 to 610, 615 
 
 Trials 381 to 333, 431, 46-5 
 
 Trinity, adoration of .334 to 345 
 
 Trust in Christ. ...16*3 to 171, 454, 
 464, i 
 
 " God 458, At 
 
 490, 491, 530, 646, 649 
 
 Union Christian 360. 396, 483, 
 
 543, 662 
 
 Victory M 263, 306 
 
 Warfare 456, 462, I 476,693 
 
 Warning. (See Invitation.) 
 
 Watchfulness 450, 456, 562 to 564 
 
 Word of God 120, 158, 391, 688 
 
 Work Christian 121, 137, 1 8, 
 
 144,. 
 
 Worship 237, 70,672 
 
 " joy in. ..357, 360, 362, 437, 438 
 
 Tear, new £9, 92 to 97 
 
 " close of. 90, 91, 379. 583 
 
 ', of jubilee .57, 63 
 
 Zion Triumphant.. 141, 142 
 
INDEX OF AUTHORS, 
 
 [The date here given is th it of the Author's birth. In a few 
 date of the composition is given. Translations are marked, tr.] 
 
 instances, indicated by a *, the probable 
 
 Adams, Sarah F. Mrs. (1805), 214. 
 Addison, J. (1672), 409. 
 Alderson, Eliza S. (1868*), 346. 
 Alexander, C. F. (1823;, 30, 159, 252, 315, 655. 
 Alford, Henry. (1810 ), 94, 129, 397, 480, 613. 
 Alfred, King. (849), 638. 
 Allen, Oswald, (1816?), 323. 
 Allen, C.N. (1849*), 226. 
 Allen, James. (1730, 237, 754. 
 Ambrose. (340), 309, 341, 639. 
 Anderson, M. F. Mrs. (1819), 133. 
 Ansteck, Joseph. (1808), 44U. 
 Auber, Harriet. (1773), 127, 296. 
 
 Baker, Francis. (1616), 430. 
 Baker, Henry W. (1821), 454, 633, 714,751. 
 Bakewell, Thos. (1721), 308. 
 Baring Gould, S. (183*4), 693. 
 Barbauld, A. L. Mrs. (1743), 571, 617. 
 Bathurst, Wm. H. (1796), 341, 368. 
 Baxter, Richard. (1615), 378. 
 Baxter, Lydia, (1809), 733. 
 
 Beadon, H. W. ( ), 43, 103, 122. 
 
 Beddome, Benj. (1717), 112, 146, 172, 174, 231, 289, 322, 
 
 503 550. 
 Bernard of Clairvaux. (1091), ITS, 420. 
 Bernard of Clugny. (1122), tr. by Jno. M. Neale, 35, 
 
 36,37,38. 
 Bethune, Geo. W. (1805), 312, 577. 
 Bickersteth, Ed. H. (1825), 428, 546. 
 Bliss, P. P. (1838), 713. 
 Bode, John E. (1816), 457. 
 Boden, James. (1757), 67b. 
 Bonar, H. (1808), 19,42,50,176,193,249,345,377,518, 
 
 593, 717, 731. 
 Bonar, — Mrs. (1811), 20. 
 Borthwick, Janf. (1813), 753. tr. 
 Bowring, John. (1792), 24. 207, 359, 745. 
 Bridges, M. (1800), W5, 390, 604. 
 Browne, S. (1680), 326. 
 Brown, P. H. Mrs. (1783), 654. 
 Brown, Wm. (1822*), 671. 
 Bruce, Michael (1746), 584. 
 Bryant, W. C. (1794), 147, 564. 
 
 Bunting, Wm. F. ( ), 153, tr. 
 
 Burpsall, R. (1735), 49. 
 
 Campbell, Thomas. (1777), 84. 
 Campbell, R. (1850), 261, tr. 
 
 Campbell, F. M. Miss. ( ),611. 
 
 Carlyle, Jos. D. (1759), 533. 
 
 Cary, Phoebe. (1820), 649. 
 
 Caswell, E. (1814), 170, 209 tr., 229 tr., 352, 389 tr., 
 
 420 tr., 494 tr , 625 tr. 
 Cawood, John. (1775), 69, 158. 
 Cennick, John. (171S), 482. 
 
 Chambers, J. D. ( ), 643. 
 
 Chamberlain, T. ( )433. 
 
 Chandler, John. (1806), 11, (46, 181, 309, 357, 562) tr. 
 
 Charles, Elizabeth. (1828), 347 ,706. 
 
 Clarke, Thos. (1801), 48. 
 
 Clement or Alexandkia. (200), 512. 
 
 Claudius, Matthias, (1740), 611. 
 
 Codner, E. (1861*), 718. 
 
 Collins, Henry. (1852), 230. 
 Collyer, W. B. (1782), 21, 131 758. 
 Conder, Josiah. (1789), 467, 547. 
 Cook, Martha W.(1864*), 749, 
 
 Copeland, W. S. ( ), 639. 
 
 Cotterill, Thos. (1779), 4, 348, 477. 
 
 Cowper, Wm. (1731), 47, 114, 157, 210, 541, 627, 757. 
 
 Cox, Frances E. (18411, (273, 324) tr. 
 
 Coxe, A. C M81S), 39, 182 tr., 2H. 
 
 Crosby, Fanny J. (Mrs. Van Alstyne.) (1823), 469, 721, 
 
 723,-28,737. 
 Cummings, James J. (1849*), 206. 
 
 Davies,Samufl. (1724), 508. 
 
 Dayman E. A. (1807), 618. 
 
 Deck, J. G. (1802), 242, 677. 
 
 Denham, David. (1791), 742. 
 
 Denny, Edward. (1796), 187, 399, 445. 
 
 Dexter, H. M. (1321), 512 tr. 
 
 Dix, W. C (1837), 100, 234, 266. 
 
 Poane, Geo. W. (1799), 16, 1 1 6, 148, 640. 
 
 Doddridge, P.hiltp. (1702). 51, 64, 78, 92, 93, 268 tr., 269, 
 
 288, 349, 350, 396, 398, 402, 434, 445, 470 , 493, 
 
 500,509,526,554,645. 
 Draper, B. H. (1803*) 553. 
 
 Drummond, (1585), 18. ■ 
 
 Duffield, Geo. (1818), 136, 246. 
 Duncan, Mary L. (1830*), 694. 
 Dwight, Timothy. (1752), 436, 603. 
 
 Eastburn, J. W. (1797), 310. 
 
 Eddis, E W.(1S63*), 253. 
 
 Edmeston, Jas (1791), 388,466. 659. 
 
 Ellerton, John (1826), 679. 
 
 Elliott. Charlotte. (1789), 166, 291, 383. 
 
 Elven, C. (1852*), 171. 
 
 Emerson, Geo. D. ( ),595. 
 
 Enfield, W. (1741), 400. 
 Evans, Jonathan. (1749), 238. 
 Everest, Chas. W. (1814), 741. 
 
 Faber, F. W. (1814), 56, 245, 254, 329, 410, 6S4. 701, 747- 
 Fawcett, John. (1739), 360. 
 Fellows, J. (1780*), 497. 
 Ford, C L. (1867), 519. 
 
 Gellert, C. F. (1715), 273, 3%. 
 Gerhardt, Paul. (1607), 183, 241, 384 
 Gilmork, J. H. (1861*), 465. 
 Goode, Wm. (1762), 25, 678. 
 Grant, Rob. (1785), 179, 387, 40fi. 
 Gregory the Great. (550), 170. 
 Grigg, Joseph. (1720), 165, 188. 
 Gurney, J, H. (1802), 401. 
 
 Hall, E. M. Mrs. (1818), 588. 
 
 Hamerton, S G. ( ), 699. , 
 
 Hammond, Wm. (1719), 394, 540. 
 Hanaford, Phoebe A. Mrs. (1829), 138. 
 
 Hankey, Kate. ( ), 710, 71 1. 
 
 Harbaugh, Henry. (1817), 205, 257, 292, 452, 615. 
 Hart, Joseph, (1712), 32, 683. 
 
 Hartsough, L. ( ), 722. 
 
 Hastings, Thos. (1784)) 75, 150, 216, 589. 
 Havergal, Wm (1793), 9, 220. 
 
INDEX OF AUTHORS. 
 
 365 
 
 IlAvvnr.AL, FbaNCBS R. (1836), 132. 
 Hawbis, Thob.(1733 • 1 - 11 - 
 Hawker, Kobt. (1753', 6m>. 
 
 Haydn, Michael. ( ). 702. 
 
 Havn, I!. L. Miss. (1724), 696. 
 
 Heath, Geo. (1781*), 463 
 
 Hues, Kr.r.iN '■], 51,76,86,334,498. 
 
 Hboinbotham, O. (1744', 199, 373. 
 
 Hbbbbrt, Geo. I [593), 121. 
 
 BlGBKB, K. E ~TB. 
 
 Hill, [low land 1745), 490. 
 Hop*, H.J. M.(1809 • 724. 
 Hoppsb, E (1818), 725. 
 How. W», W. (1823), 234. 361, 727. 
 Humphreys, Jos. (1720)' 4^4. 
 huntington, countess. (1707), 53. 
 Hyde, A. B. Mrs. (1799), 504. 
 
 Jbnks, Ptbphkn. QK00*), 
 Johns, John. (1801), 3y. 
 
 : 1 Li- 
 
 Khile, John. (1792), SO, 59S, 648, 750. 
 
 Kf.iih, Geo. (1787*), 374. 
 
 Kelly. Thus. i:,,.i, •_ j. 286, 293,300,303,304, 509. 
 
 Ken. Thos. (1637), 622, 641. 
 
 Kbthb, Wm. (1562*), 606 (?). 
 
 Key. P. 3, 610. 
 
 Kino, J. (1788), 221. 
 
 Kingsbury, Wm. (1744), 306. 
 
 Kholub, F. M. (1815), 580. 
 
 Lange.J. P. (1802), 257. 
 
 Lathblry, M. A. (1880*), 517. 
 
 Laurenti, Laurbns. (1660), 58. 
 
 Latatbr, J. K (1741), 324. 
 
 Lbland.J. L754),636. 
 
 Llotd, Wm. P. (1791), 386. 
 
 Lowrt, Robt. (1826), 738. 
 
 Like, J. Mrs. (1813), 719. 
 
 Lyte, H. F. (1793), 99, 279, 384, 489,514, 669 
 
 Macduff, J. R. (1818), 356. 
 Mackay, Margaret. (1832*), 574. 
 Madan, Martin. (1726), 355. 
 Madam. Judith. (1763*), 600. 
 Mant, R. i 1776), 10, 481, 657. 
 March. Henry. (1790), 137. 
 Marriott, John. (1780), 449. 
 Mason, J. (1683*), 654. 
 Mathews. R. S. (1859*), 506. 
 Maude, Mary F. (18 9 0), 542. 
 Medley. Saml. (1738), 417, 42-3, 620. 
 
 Meigs m. N. Mrs. ( ), 7qo. 
 
 Millard. J E. (1821), 6 tb. 
 
 Miller, Emily H. ( ), 692. 
 
 Milman, Henry H.(1791), 222. 
 Monsshl, J. S. B. (1811), 12, 13, 175,278. 
 Montgomery. Jab. (1771), 27, 28, 57, 59, 79, 98, 250, 283, 
 s 549, 555, 559, 578, 602, 632, 670, 
 . 746. 
 Moore, Thos. (17791, 190. 
 
 Mokfi.l ( ), 548. 
 
 Morrison, J. ,174.. 
 
 Moultrie, John. 1799), 256. 
 Muhlenberg W. A. (1796), 67, 510, 744. 
 
 Nbale.JohhM. 1818), 7i', 74, 77 tr., 219 TB., 223, 267, 365, 
 
 558, 560 tr., 565, 592, 697. 
 Nbbdham, J. ■ 1710 . »i74. 
 Nelson, Karl. 
 Nel» n. David. (1793 , 734. 
 Nbyth, E. II 1814 
 Newman, John H. fl801 I, 464. 
 
 Nwwtoh, John. 0725>, 15, 224, 370, 443, 637, 656,673, 
 3, 7.56. 
 
 Onderdonk, H. U. (1789), 495. 
 
 OS1.BR, hDWARD. U, 424,513, 
 
 Palgravk, Francis T. (1824), 642. 
 
 Palmer. Hay. (1808), 91, 281, 407, 442 TB., 516,530. 
 
 Psbronst, Edward. (1780*), 277. 
 
 I'm us, S. D. (1816), 215. 
 
 Phillimore, G. (1863*), 104, 616. 
 
 Pibrpont, J. il7s.">), 569. 
 
 Porter, Thos. C. ( 1859*), 341 TB., 619 tb. 
 
 Pott, Pbancis. (1835), 263, 685. 
 
 Potter, T.J. (1827), 141. 
 
 38, E. P. Mrs. (1818),. "..54. 
 Pboctob, Adelaide. (1825), 660. 
 
 Raffles, Thos. (1788), 403, 487. 
 Rawson, G. (1807), 333, 531. 
 
 Reed, Andrew. (178, ), 332. 
 Robinson, C S. (1829), 217. 
 Robinson, Robt. (1735), 681. 
 Ryland, J. (1753), 81. 
 
 Savonarola. (1452^, 202. „ nn ttmt 
 
 Schefflkb, Johann. ("Angelus Silesics.) (1624), 201. 
 Schmolkk, B. (1672), 192. 
 Scott, Thos. (1775*), 258. 
 Seagrave, Robt. (1693), 468. 
 Sears, E. H. (1810>, 62,63 
 Shri'bsolf,, Wm. (1759), 145, 149. 
 Sigourney, Lydia H, (1791 i, 318. 
 Smith, Saml. F. (1808), 135, 501, 599. 
 Smtttan Geo. H.(1820?), 178. 
 
 Stanley, A. P. (1815), 126.' „ ini 
 
 Steelf, Anne. (1716), 52, 156, 160, 196, 197, 291, 310,404, 
 
 412, 413, 471, 527, 644, 651, 666. 
 
 Strgman ( ), 107. 
 
 Stennett, Saml. (1727), 198, 351, 422, 479, 535, 672, 682. 
 
 Stewart. J04N. (1§03*), 528. 
 
 Stocker, John. (1776*), 330. 
 
 Stone, S.J. (1839), 441. 
 
 Stowe, Harriet B., (1814), 515. 
 
 Sin well, Hugh. (1799), 667. 
 
 Strong, Nathan. (1748), 614. 
 
 Swain, Joseph. (1761), 662. 
 
 Tappan, Wm. B. (1734), 235, 760. 
 Tate, Nahum. (1652), 382, 698. 
 Tatk and Brady. (1696*), 5, 97. 
 Terstxegen, Gerhard. (1697), 185,753. 
 Turin.;, Godfrey. (1823)* 105. 
 Thrupp, Dorothy A. (1779), 295. 
 Tore, Emma. (1812), 83, 313. 
 Tonali,Charlotte E. (1790), 726. 
 Toplady, Aug. (1740), 41, 208, 240. 
 Tregelles, S. P. (1813), 60. 
 Turner, D. (1710), 314, 363. 
 Twf-lls, H. T. (1823), 647. 
 
 Van Alstyne, F. C. — See Cbosbt. 
 
 Walford, W. W. (1846*), 759. 
 Walker, Anna L. (1868*), 144. 
 Wabdlaw, Ralph. (1779), 142, 653. 
 Ware, Henry Jr. (1794), 275. 
 Watts, Isaac. (1674), 32, 44, 48,71, 109, 110, 111, 117, 
 154, 155, 161, L62, 166, 169,17:;, 
 
 270, 285, 2S7, 290, 331, 335, 362, 364, 375, 
 379, 380, 381, 392, 395, 418, 419,421, 437, 
 r, ;. 1>, [61, 474, 475, 476, 492, 499, 521, 
 537, 538, 543, 552, 556, 561, 566, 572, 573, 
 579, 583, 596, 605, 612, 621, 62-3, 626, 630, 
 631, 646, 661 , 663, 664, 668, 688, 752. 
 
 Weisse, Michael. (1531*), 264. 
 
 Weisel, Geo. (1855*), 344. 
 
 Wesley, C. (1708), 7, 14, 24, 61, 70, 73, 83, 89, 101, 
 116, US, 124- 177, 180, 186, 225, 259, 271, 
 311, 336, 405, 12.-, 429, 448, 456, 462, 472, 
 478, 483, 544 (?), 557. 
 
 Wesley, .J.(170.ii, 215,327, 635. 
 
 White. H. K. (1785), 87. 
 
 Whiting, W. (1825), 691. 
 
 123, 
 236, 
 
 376, 
 438, 
 522, 
 .576, 
 631, 
 
 102, 
 299, 
 
 473, 
 
 ^ 
 
366 
 
 INDEX OF AUTHOKS. 
 
 Whttehead, T. (1815), 248. 
 
 Williams, W (1717), 140, 200. 
 
 Williams, Helen M. (1762), 372. 
 
 Williams, Isaac. (1802), 191, 570. 
 
 Willis, Nw P. (1807), 568. 
 
 Winkworth, Catharine. (1829), 40, (107, 113, 264, 344, 
 
 353, 601, 658) tb. 
 Wolcott, S. (1813), 143. 
 Woodford, J. R. (1820), 119 tr m 120, 125. 
 Wood hull, A. A. (1810), 608. 
 
 Wordsworth, C. (1807), 239, 265, 276, 301, 317, 337, 367, 
 
 426, 447,460,486,491,507,597. 
 Wreford, J. R. (1800), 369. 
 
 Xavier, Francis. (1506), 182, 352. 
 
 Young, W. ( ), 115. 
 
 Zinzkndorf, Count.' (1700), 184, 213. 
 
HYMNS SUITABLE FOR THE DAYS OF THE CHURCH YEAR. 
 
 1st Sunday in Advent: 12, 13, 22. 23, 44, 45, 54, 71, 
 
 78,51,58,74 
 l!ii.l Sunday in Advent: 1 !. 16, 21, 24, 395, 663, 17, 
 3d Sund.v in advent: ;-;>i 4 1, 46, 47, 51, 22, 4S. 50, 98, 108 
 ithSnndy in Advent: 26,33,34,74,18,117,118, • 
 
 101, KI2 
 
 Christmas: 57—88, 697—702 
 
 1-r Sunday after Christmas: 70, 83, 12.;, 161,365, W7, 674 
 
 2nd Sunday after Christmas: 64, 79—83, 188, 362, 514 
 
 ( Circumcision of Christ: 94, 95, 77, 118, (174, 677 
 
 1 New Y, ma Da) : S9-92, 96, 97, 379, 382, 440 
 
 Epiphany 72. 76, -7. 98, 100, 101, 109, 128, 113, 140 
 
 lstSunday after Epiphany: 100,111, 116, 125, 633, 
 
 691, 418,421424,512 
 
 2nd Sunday after Epiphany: 107, 103, 122, 129, 365, 
 
 382,750,751,119 
 
 3d Sunday after Epiphany: 104, 117, 118, 124, 177, 
 
 . 190, 196, 351, 668, 674 
 4th Bunday after Epiphany: 103, 105, 110, 115, 596, 
 
 45:;, 634,177, 195, 368 
 oth Sunday after Epidhany: 92, 99, 112, 120, 121, 158, 
 
 612,672,24,113 
 6th Sunday after Epiphany: 102, 121, 123, 120, 130, 
 
 267, 415, 655, 753 
 
 Septuage.*ima: 42, 154, 156, 164, 470, 198, 753, 158, 326, 753 
 
 Sexagesima: 158, 18S, 200, 209, 232, 471, 398, 456, 688 
 
 <}uinquagesima: 119, 183, 202, 204, 213, 215, 216, 349, 
 
 360, 176 
 
 Ash Wednesday: 170, 175, 179, 181, 156, 167, 176, 208, 99 
 
 1st Sunday in Lent: 169, 172, 178, 194, 214, 153, 418, 3S7 
 - inday in Lent: 10:;, i>o, 195, 197, 20S, 211, 381, 
 
 739, 189, 227 
 3d Sunday in Lent: 153, 166,196, 205, 206, 790, 167, 
 
 210,118,342 
 4th Sunday in Lent: 155, 182, 190, 201, 210, 364, 597, 
 
 420, 
 5th Sunday in Lent: 161, 177, 189, 490, 176, 184, 207, 
 
 473, 735 
 
 Palm Sunday: 9, 168, 184, 219—22-3, 537, 77, 271 
 
 Passion Week: 225—256, 154, 159, 521, 574, 731, 3 
 
 179, 102 
 
 Easter Eve: 218, 248, 249, 256, 378, 574 
 
 Easter Sunday: 3, 2-57—275, 2-34, .366, 705, 706, 789 
 
 Easter Monday: 276 281 
 
 1st Sunday after Easter: 272, 285, 284, 286, 277, 537, 
 
 .„ M „ 273,108.453,482 
 
 2nd Sunday after Easter: 270, 290—295, 467, 694, 696, 
 
 4">4 717 
 .3d Sunday after Easter 27, 271.2*7, 294,316, 600, 106, 
 
 4th Sunday after Easter: 296, 714, 28, 299, 356,41, 102, 
 
 157, 319, 404 
 oth Sunday after Easter: 286—289, 307, 598, 600, I 
 
 Ascension Day: 299—305, 258, 312, 286, 554 
 
 Sunday after Ascension: 300, 309—315, 298, 123, 566 
 
 Whitsunday: 317—333 
 
 Whitmonday: : 318,325—329 
 
 Trinity Sunday: 334—345 
 
 1st Sunday after Trinity: 347—349, 359, 373, 455, 456, 
 
 463, 200, 662 
 2nd Sunday after Trinity: 360, 410, 538, 363, 364, 368, 
 
 369, 396, 547, 740 
 3d Sunday after Trinity: 250, 367, 390, 397, 424, 407, 
 
 ■ 398,408, 717 
 4th Sunday after Trinity: 399, 407, 427, 415, 454, 494, 
 
 514,55,173,359,393 
 5th Sunday after Trinity: 384, 396, 401, 433, 430, 483, 
 
 441 , 435, 550, 449, 386 
 6th Sunday after Trinity; 452, 492, 456, 542, 250, 80, 
 
 419, 157 
 7th Sunday after Trinity: 220, 404, 442, 4.53,459, 372, 
 
 379, 499, 617, 740 
 8th Sunday after Trinity: 375, 402, 427 484, 634, 157, 
 
 326, 478 
 9th Sunday after Trinity: 389, 440, 464, 472, 480, 491, 
 
 21,450,463 
 10th Sunday after Trinity: 174, 323, 344, 506, 209, 
 
 292,40,74,113,400 
 11th Sunday after Trinity: 377, 403, 408, 478,670, 
 
 675, 183, 732, 167 
 12th Sunday after Trinity: 417, 418, 423, 476, 224, 377, 
 
 408,118,731 
 13th Sunday atfer Trinity: 376, 400, 447, 458, 556, 493, 
 
 497, 166, W, 2*8,361 
 14th Sunday after Trinity : 319, 322, 432, 321, 075,277, 
 
 118,365,208,184 
 15th Sunday after Trinity: 386,411,443, 055. 474, 290, 
 
 382, 378, 4i i! ',446 
 16th Sunday after Trinity: 394, 413, 414, 426, 387, 41, 
 
 194, 196 
 17th Sunday after Trinity: 336, 365, 477, 199, 376, 80, 
 
 4ni),401,419 
 18th Sunday after Trinity: 230, 406, 412, 415, 421 , 428, 
 
 499, 108, 074, 675 
 19th Sunday after Trinity: 159, 351, 42S, 475, 4*9, 688, 
 
 107,169,408 
 20th Sunday after Trinity: 185, 457, 482, 486, 518,476, 
 
 166,790,453 
 21st Sunday after Trinity: 35, 379, 382, 406, 461,462, 
 
 285,393,450,463 
 22nd Sunday after Trinity: 346, 358, 380, 120, 460, 714, 
 
 760,418,309,631 
 23d Sunday after Trinity: 37, 50, 439, 481, 
 
 715, 121,214,419 
 
 4th Sunday before Advent: 30, 41, 48, 56, 395, 64, 273, 
 
 ), 789 
 3d Sunday before Advent: 31, 1_ l. 17, 185, 
 
 . 19,384 
 2nd Sunday before Advent: 15, 43, 191, 14, 303,21, 
 
 55, 746 
 The 8unday before Advent: 36, 38, 57, 58, 27, 310, 35, 
 
 87, 4.56, 407 
 
INDEX OF. CHANTS, 
 
 Pagb. Page. 
 Abide in me 224 Jesus lives, no longer now 352 
 
 Advent Canticle 336 
 
 Ascension Canticle 338 
 
 Benedic, Anima Mea „ 346 
 
 Benedictus 340 
 
 Beyond the Smiling ......254 
 
 Blessed are the dead 253 
 
 Bonum est Confiteri ,...346 
 
 Cantate Domino 345 
 
 Christmas Canticle 336 
 
 Deus Misereatur 343 
 
 De Profundis 348 
 
 Domine, Refugium 344 
 
 Dominus Regit me 342 
 
 Easter Canticle 338 
 
 Gathering Home 255 
 
 Gloria in Excelsis ,....,, „ 1, 349 
 
 Gloria Patri 349, 352, 354 
 
 Gloria Tibi 351. 
 
 Good Friday Canticle 337 
 
 He was wounded 341 
 
 Jubilate Deo 346 
 
 Just as T am, without &c... 350 
 
 Kyrie 350 
 
 Laetatus Sum 347 
 
 Levavi oculos 347 
 
 Magnificat 340 
 
 Miserere Mei Deus 342 
 
 Nunc Dimittis.. 341 
 
 Quam Dilecta 343 
 
 Responses 351, 353 
 
 Sanctus 353 
 
 Seraphic Hymn 335 
 
 Te Deum Laudamus 2 
 
 Ter-Sanctus 334 
 
 The strain upraise 3 
 
 Thy will be done 327 
 
 Tris-Agion 335 
 
 Xenite, exultemus Domino 344 
 
 I am the Resurrection 348, 351 ' Whit Sunday Canticle 
 
 .339 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES, 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Abide among us with Thy grace 107 
 
 Abide in me, Lord and I in Thee 515 
 
 Abide with me fast falls the eventide 279 
 
 Abide with U3 the shades of eve 278 
 
 According to Thy gracious word 539 
 
 A charge to keep I have 456 
 
 Adore the Father and the Son 343 
 
 A few more years shall roll 19 
 
 Again our earthly cares we leave 673 
 
 Alas and did my Saviour bleed 154 
 
 Alas what hourly dangers rise 471 
 
 Alleluia, best and sweetest 11 
 
 Alleluia sing to Jesus 266 
 
 Alleluia song of sweetness 267 
 
 All glory laud and honor, 219 
 
 All haif adored Trinity: 338 
 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name 277 
 
 All is o'er — the pain the sorrow 256 
 
 All people that on earth do dwell 606 
 
 All praise to Thee Lord 122 
 
 All that I was my sin my guilt 374 
 
 Almighty God Thy word is cast 158 
 
 Always with us Always with us 316 
 
 Am I a soldier of the cross 475 
 
 And wilt Thou, 0, eternal God 567 
 
 Angels from the realms of glory 79 
 
 Angels roll the rock away 258 
 
 Angels voices ever singing 685 
 
 A parting hymn we sing 532 
 
 Approach my soul the mercy seat 732 
 
 Arise, King of Grace, arise 566 
 
 Arm of the Lord awake, awake 145 
 
 Art thou weary art thou languid 529 
 
 Ascend Thy throne Almighty King i 146 
 
 As Jesus died and rose again 584 
 
 Asleep in Jesus blessed sleep 574 
 
 As oft with worn and weary feet 388 
 
 As pants the wearied hart tor cooling springs..444 
 
 ibled at Thy great command 131 
 
 As the sun doth daily rise 638 
 
 A strong tower is the Lord our God 153 
 
 As with gladness men of old 100 
 
 At even ere the sun was set 647 
 
 At the Lamb's high feast we sing 261 
 
 A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill 1 8 
 
 Awake and sing the song 394 
 
 Awake, awake the sacred song 51 
 
 Awake my soul and with the sun 622 
 
 Awake my soul stretch every nerve 470 
 
 Awake my soul to grateful lays 620 
 
 Beautiful Sariour, King of Creation 689 
 
 Before Jehovah's awful throne 663 
 
 24 
 
 Htmn. 
 
 Before the Lord we bow 610 
 
 Behold a Stranger at the door 165 
 
 Behold the sin atoning Lamb 168 
 
 Behold the sure foundation stone 561 
 
 Behold what wondrous grace 123 
 
 Behold where in a mortal form 400 
 
 Be Thou, O God, exalted high 5 
 
 Beyond the glittering starry skies 314 
 
 Beyond the smiling and the weeping 593 
 
 Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord 591 
 
 Blessed are the sons of God 483 
 
 Blessed Saviour, Thee I love 246 
 
 Bless my soul the living God 623 
 
 Blest are the pure in heart 80 
 
 Blest be the tie that binds 360 
 
 Blest Comforter divine 318 
 
 Blest Jesus when my soaring thoughts 199 
 
 Blow ye the trumpet blow 73 
 
 Body of Jesus, oh sweet food 522 
 
 Bread of heaven on Thee we feed 547 
 
 Break thou the bread of life 517 
 
 Brief life is here our portion 35 
 
 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning 76 
 
 Brightly gleams our banner 141 
 
 Brightness of the Fathers glory 639 
 
 By Christ redeemed in Christ restored 531 
 
 By cool Siloanvs shady rill 498 
 
 By faith in Christ 1 walk with God. 370 
 
 By the blood that flowed from Thee 245 
 
 By the first bright Easter day 329 
 
 Call Jehovah thy salvation 392 
 
 Calm on the listning ear of night 62 
 
 Captain of Israel's Host and guide 472 
 
 Carol, carol Christians 703 
 
 Cast thy bread upon the waters 138 
 
 Children of the heavenly King 482 
 
 Christ above all glory seated 302 
 
 Christ for the world we sing 143 
 
 Christ is made the sure foundation 560 
 
 Christ is our corner stone 562 
 
 Christ the Lord is risen again 264 
 
 Christ the Lord is risen to-day 259 
 
 Christ whose glory fills the skies 101 
 
 Come all ye saints of God. 676 
 
 Come at the morning hour 632 
 
 Come ever blessed Spirit come 507 
 
 Come every pious heart 422 
 
 Come gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove 326 
 
 Come gracious Lord descend and dwell 752 
 
 Come happy souls approach your God 162 
 
 Come Holy Spirit calm my mind 528 
 
 Come Holy Spirit come, Let 321 
 
 Come Holy Spirit come, With 322 
 
370 
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit heavenly Dove 331 
 
 Come, Jesus Redeemer, abide Thou with me. 281 
 
 Come kingdom of our God 39 
 
 Come let us anew our journey pursue 89 
 
 Come let us join our cheerful sougs 537 
 
 Come let us sing of Jesus 312 
 
 Come, Creator Spirit blest 389 
 
 Come sound His praise abroad 670 
 
 Come thou Almighty King 448 
 
 Come Thou Fount of every blessing 681 
 
 Come to Calvary's holy mountain 740 
 
 Come unto me when shadows darkly gather. 29 
 
 Come, we that love the Lord 438 
 
 Come ye disconsolate where'er ye languish. ..190 
 
 Come ye thankful people come 613 
 
 Commit thou all thy griefs 385 
 
 Crowu Him with many crowns 604 
 
 Crown His head with endless blessing 25 
 
 Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness....435 
 
 Day of judgment, day of wonders 15 
 
 Dearest of all the names above 377 
 
 Dear Father to Thy mercy seat 197 
 
 Dear Lord I give my heart to Thee 506 
 
 Dear Refuge of my weary soul 196 
 
 Dear Saviour bless us ere we go 684 
 
 Dear Saviour if these lambs should stray 504 
 
 Dear Saviour we are Thine 396 
 
 Dear Saviour when my thoughts recall 160 
 
 Depths of mercy can there be 180 
 
 Did Christ o'er sinners weep 174 
 
 Dismiss us with Thy blessing Lord 683 
 
 Do not I love Thee O my Lord 350 
 
 Draw nigh and take the body of the Lord 520 
 
 Endless praises to our Lord 709 
 
 Eternal Beam of Light divine 186 
 
 Eternal King enthroned above 525 
 
 Eternal Source of every joy 93 
 
 Everlasting arms of love 356 
 
 Everything we love and cherish 590 
 
 Exalted high at God's right-hand 485 
 
 Fade, fade each earthly joy 20 
 
 Fading still fading the last beam is shining ..650 
 
 Fair vision how thy distant gleam 50 
 
 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss 363 
 
 Faith is the brightest evidence 364 
 
 Far as Thy name is known 437 
 
 Far beyond all comprehension 204 
 
 Far from these narrow scenes of night 651 
 
 Father blessing every seed time 600 
 
 Father lead me day by day 716 
 
 Father of all whose love profound 339 
 
 Father of eternal grace : 250 
 
 Father of mercies bow Thine ear 550 
 
 Father of mercies condescend 548 
 
 Father of mercies, God of love 373 
 
 Father of mercies send Thy grace 349 
 
 Father Oh hear me now 588 
 
 Father our hearts we lift 83 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Father, Son and Spirit hear 336 
 
 Father 'tis Thine each day to yield 411 
 
 Father whate'er of earthly bliss 404 
 
 Fierce raged the storm of wind 103 
 
 Fierce raged the tempest o'er the deep 105 
 
 Forever here my rest shall be 225 
 
 Forever with the Lord 27 
 
 For thee, O dear, dear country 37 
 
 Forth to the land of promise bound.. 480 
 
 For Thy mercy and Thy grace... 90 
 
 Forty days and forty nights 178 
 
 From all that dwell below the skies 668 
 
 From every stormy wind that blows 667 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains 133 
 
 Gently Lord, oh gently lead us 589 
 
 Gird Thy sword on Mighty Saviour 152 
 
 Give me a sober mind 450 
 
 Give thanks to God He reigns ...624 
 
 Give us, oh Lord, the eye of faith 367 
 
 Glorious things of thee are spoken 443 
 
 Glory be to God on high 7 
 
 Glory be to God on high (chant) 1, (788) 
 
 Glory be to God the Father 345 
 
 Glory be to Jesus 229 
 
 Glory, glory to our King 300 
 
 Glory to God on high 753 
 
 Glory to Thee, my God this night 641 
 
 Glory to Thee, O Lord 82 
 
 God bless our native land 603 
 
 God bless the calm and holy cheer 12 
 
 God calling yet shall I not hear 755 
 
 God eternal, Lord of all 6 
 
 God in His earthly temples lays Ill 
 
 God is love His mercy brightens ....359 
 
 God is our refuge in distress 431 
 
 God moves in a mysterious way 47 
 
 God my Supporter and my Hope 155 
 
 God of all power and truth and grace 391 
 
 God of mercy, God of grace 99 
 
 God of my life my morning song 628 
 
 Go preach my Gospel saith the Lord 552 
 
 Goto dark Gethsemane 247 
 
 Grace 'tis a charming sound 398 
 
 Gracious Spirit, Love divine 330 
 
 Granted is the Saviour's prayer 327 
 
 Great God attend while Zion sings 621 
 
 Great God now condescend 497 
 
 Great God of nations now to Thee 608 
 
 Great God to Thee my evening song 644 
 
 Great God, we sing that mighty hand 92 
 
 Great God what do I see and hear 21 
 
 Great is the Lord our God 612 
 
 Great Prophet of myGod 270 
 
 Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah 200 
 
 Hail! Holy, Holy, Holy Lord 342 
 
 Hail! Jesus Israel's hope and light 45 
 
 Hail my ever blessed Jesus ...203 
 
 Hail the day that sees Him rise „ 299 
 
 Hail! Thou long expected Jesus 70 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES 
 
 371 
 
 Htmn. 
 
 Hail Thou once despised Jesus 308 
 
 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning. 75 
 
 Hail to the Ldrd's anointed 98 
 
 Halleluia, Halleluia 266 
 
 Hark I a burst of heavenly music 700 
 
 Hark! a thrilling voice proclaiming 26 
 
 Hark, hark, my soul ! 701 
 
 Hark my soul it is the Lord 541 
 
 Hark ten thousand harps and voices 303 
 
 Hark the glad sound, the Saviour comes 52 
 
 Hark! the herald angels sing 61 
 
 Hark the song of jubilee 57 
 
 Hark! the sound of angel voices 68 
 
 Hark ! the voice of Jesus calling 137 
 
 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy 
 
 Hark! through the courts of heaven 397 
 
 Hark! what mean those holy voices 69 
 
 Hasten Lord the glorious time 127 
 
 Health of the weak to make them strong 390 
 
 Hear what the voice from heaveu declares 582 
 
 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims..585 
 
 Heavenly Father I would pray 523 
 
 He dies, the Friend of sinners dies 232 
 
 He leadeth me oh blessed thought 465 
 
 He lives, the great Redeemer lives 291 
 
 Here at Thy table Lord we meet 535 
 
 He reigns the Lord the Saviour reigns 32 
 
 Here O my Lord I see Thee face to face 518 
 
 High in yonder realms of light 487 
 
 High let us swell our tuneful notes 7 8 
 
 Holy and reverend is the name 675 
 
 Holy Ghost dispel our sadness 319 
 
 Holy Ghost the Infinite 333 
 
 Holy, Holy, Holy Lord 337 
 
 Holy. Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty 334 
 
 Holy Jesus be my light 
 
 Holy night peaceful night 702 
 
 Holy Saviour we adore Thee 60 
 
 Holy Spirit faithful Guide 328 
 
 Honor and glory thanksgiving and praise 618 
 
 Hosanna raise the pealing hymn 9 
 
 Hosanna to the living Lord 54 
 
 Hosanna to the Prince of Light 285 
 
 Hosanna to the royal Son 116 
 
 How beauteous are their feet 550 
 
 How blest the righteous when* he dies. ....... .571 
 
 How charming is the place 
 
 How firm a foundation'ye saints of the Lord. 378 
 
 How oft alas this wretched heart 156 
 
 How shall the young Becure their hearts 688 
 
 How sweet how heavenly is the sight 662 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 674 
 
 How tedious and titleless the hours 
 
 How welcome was the call 751 
 
 I am coming to the cross 730 
 
 I am Jesus' little lamb 696 
 
 If Christ is mine then all is mine 289 
 
 I hear the Saviour say 704 
 
 I hear Thy welcome voice 722 
 
 I heard the voice of 731 
 
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 I lay my sins on Jesus 176 
 
 I love Thee O most gracious Lord 182 
 
 I love Thy kingdom Lord 436 
 
 I love to hear the story 692 
 
 I love to steal awhile away 652 
 
 I love to tell the story 711 
 
 In all our wanderings here below 491 
 
 I need Thee every hour 739 
 
 In some way or other the Lord will provide.. 749 
 
 In the cross of Christ I glory 207 
 
 I saw the cross of Jesus 712 
 
 Is thy cruse of comfort failing 347 
 
 I saw one hanging on a tree 224 
 
 It came upon the midnight clear 63 
 
 I think when I read that sweet story of old.. .7 19 
 
 I thirst Thou wounded Lamb of God 213 
 
 It is not death to die 577 
 
 I was a wandering sheep 717 
 
 I will love Thee all my Treasure 201 
 
 I will sing of my Redeemer 735 
 
 I would not live alway 744 
 
 Jerusalem my happy home 55 
 
 Jerusalem the golden 36 
 
 Jesus and shall it ever be.... 188 
 
 Jesus Christ is risen to-day 260 
 
 Jesus Christ our Saviour 691 
 
 Jesus exalted far on high 477 
 
 Jesus I live to Thee 452 
 
 Jesus I love Thy charming name 64 
 
 Jesus I my cross have taken 514 
 
 Jesus invites His saints 543 
 
 Jesus keep me near the cross 721 
 
 Jesus lives and so shall 1 366 
 
 Jesus lives! no longer now 273 
 
 Jesus Lord we kneel before Thee 206 
 
 Jesus Lord we look to Thee 484 
 
 Jesus lover of my soul 177 
 
 Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me 690 
 
 Jesus meek and gentle 212 
 
 Jesus most loving Lord 570 
 
 Jesus most merciful and kind 358 
 
 Jesus my Lord how rich Thy grace 288 
 
 Jesus my Lord my God my All 230 
 
 Jesus my Love my chief Delight 488 
 
 Jesus my Saviour look on me 687 
 
 my Shepherd, let me share 292 
 
 Jesus o'er the grave victorious 307 
 
 Jesus our soul's delightful choice 371 
 
 Jesus Refuge of the weary 202 
 
 Jesus Saviour pilot me 725 
 
 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 109 
 
 Jesus tender Shepherd hear me 694 
 
 Jesus the Shepherd of the sheep 293 
 
 Jesus the Spring of joys divine 666 
 
 Jesus the very thought of Thee 365 
 
 Jesus Thou art my Righteousness 473 
 
 Jesus Thou Joy of lovinghearts 220 
 
 Jesus Thy blood and righteousness 184 
 
 Jesus Thy boundless love to me 183 
 
 Jesus Thy Church with longing eyes 33 
 
372 
 
 INDEX OF FIEST LINES. 
 
 Htmn. 
 
 Jesus Thy name I love 67V 
 
 Jesus to Thy cross I hasten 205 
 
 Jesus wept, those tears are over 187 
 
 Jesus we sing Thy matchless grace 414 
 
 Jesus, we thus obey 544 
 
 Jesus, where'er Thy people meet 627 
 
 Jesus with all Thy saints above 161 
 
 Join all the glorious names 421 
 
 Joy to the world the Lord is come 44 
 
 Just as I am without one plea 166 
 
 Keep Thou my way Lord 469 
 
 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong 605 
 
 Lead kindly Light 464 
 
 Lead us, heavenly Father lead us 466 
 
 Let me be with Thee where Thou art 294 
 
 Let saints below in concert sing 429 
 
 Let songs of praises fill the sky 320 
 
 Let us adore the eternal Word 538 
 
 Let us awake our joys 1..306 
 
 Let Zion praise the mighty God 607 
 
 Lift up to God the voice of praise 653 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates 344 
 
 Lift your glad voices in triumph on high 275 
 
 Light of the lonely pilgrims heart 445 
 
 Light of those whose dreary dwelling 24 
 
 Lights glittering morn bedecks the sky 280 
 
 Like Noah's weary dove 439 
 
 Lo! He comes, with clouds descending 14 
 
 Look from Thy sphere of endless day 147 
 
 Look ye saints the sight is glorious 304 
 
 Lord as to Thy dear cross we flee 401 
 
 Lord dismiss us with Thy blessing 680 
 
 Lord, I am Thine, entirely Thine 508 
 
 Lord I am vile conceived in sin 163 
 
 Lord I believe, Thy power I own 369 
 
 Lord I hear of showers of blessing 718 
 
 Lord in the morning Thou shalt hear 630 
 
 Lord in this Thy mercy's day 191 
 
 Lord in Thy name Thy servants plead 598 
 
 Lord it belongs not to my care 375 
 
 Lord Jesus I long to be perfectly whole 736 
 
 Lord Jesus when we stand afar 234 
 
 Lord like the publican I stand . 403 
 
 Lord of glory Thou hast bought us 346 
 
 Lord of Hosts to Thee we raise 563 
 
 Lord of the harvest bend Thine ear 150 
 
 Lord of the harvest hear 557 
 
 Lord of the hearts of men 119 
 
 Lord of the worlds above 362 
 
 Lord pour Thy Spirit from, on high 549 
 
 Lord Thine appointed servants bless 551 
 
 Lord Thy glory fills the heaven 10 
 
 Lord what our ears have heard 496 
 
 Lord we come before Thee now 540 
 
 Lord when we bend before Thy throne 533 
 
 Lord with glowing heart I'd praise Thee 408 
 
 Love divine, all love excelling, 102 
 
 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 351 
 
 May the grace of Christ our Saviour 656 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 May we Thy precepts Lord fulfil 424 
 
 Mid scenes of confusion and creature com- 
 plaints ♦ 742 
 
 Mighty Saviour gracious King 298 
 
 More love to Thee O Christ 354 
 
 Must Jesus bear the cross alone 226 
 
 My country 'tis of thee 599 
 
 My days are gliding swiftly by 734 
 
 My dear Redeemer and my Lord 418 
 
 My faith looks up to Thee 407 
 
 My faith shall triumph o'er the grave 586 
 
 My Father's house on high 715 
 
 My God accept my heart this day 502 
 
 My God and is Thy table spread 526 
 
 My God how endless is Thy love 626 
 
 My God how wonderful Thou art 410 
 
 My God I love Thee not because 352 
 
 My God permit my tongue 634 
 
 My God the Spring of all my joys 380 
 
 My God Thy covenant of Love 493 
 
 My Jesus as Thou wilt 192 
 
 My Saviour my almighty Friend, 376 
 
 My Saviour whom absent, I love 757 
 
 My sins, my sins, my Saviour 175 
 
 My soul be on Thy guard 463 
 
 My soul repeat His praise 395 
 
 My spirit longs for Thee 743 
 
 My spirit on Thy care 384 
 
 My times. are in Thy hand 386 
 
 Nearer my God to Thee 214 
 
 No change of time shall ever shock 97 
 
 No more my God I boast no more 492 
 
 No more sadness, no more fasting 697 
 
 Not all the blood of beasts 189 
 
 Not by the martyr's death alone 85 
 
 Not by Thy mighty hand 120 
 
 Not to the terrors of the Lord 476 
 
 Now begin the heavenly theme 355 
 
 Now be my heart inspired to sing 416 
 
 Now from the altar of our hearts 654 
 
 Now I have found a friend 724 
 
 Now in a song of grateful praise .417 
 
 Now thank we all our God „ 601 
 
 Now with the rising golden dawn 625 
 
 O blessed God to Thee I raise 665 
 
 O blessed Lord the earth is Thine 597 
 
 O bless the Lord my soul 631 
 
 O blest Creator, God most high.... 643 
 
 O bow thine ear Eternal One 569 
 
 O bread to pilgrims given 442 
 
 O Christ our true and only light 113 
 
 O Christ Redeemer of our race 88 
 
 O Christ Thou glorious King we own 415 
 
 O come all ye faithful 65 
 
 O come and mourn with me awhile 254 
 
 O come, O come Emanuel 23 
 
 O could I speak the matchless worth ..423 
 
 O'er the distant mountains breaking 13 
 
 O'er the gloomy hills of darkness 140 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 373 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 for a closer walk with God 157 
 
 for ■ faith that will not shrink 368 
 
 O tor a heart to praise my God 478 
 
 for a sweet inspiring ray 310 
 
 for a thousand tongnes to sing 118 
 
 for the death of those 578 
 
 garden of Olives thou dear favored spot 228 
 
 : of Bethel by whose hand 446 
 
 God our help in ages past 379 
 
 I unseen yet ever near 534 
 
 O God we praise Thee and confess 020 
 
 1 who lovest to abide 565 
 
 Guardian of the church divine 4:;:: 
 
 had I my Saviour the wings of a dove 282 
 
 happy day that Btays my choice 509 
 
 help us Lord each hour of need 195 
 
 O Holy Ghosf Thy heavenly dew 324 
 
 O holy, holy, holy Lord....' 340 
 
 O holy Lord our God 754 
 
 O Holy Spirit come 323 
 
 O Jesus God and Man 633 
 
 O Jesus in Thy torture 243 
 
 O Jesus King most wonderful 108 
 
 O Jesus Lord of heavenly grace 309 
 
 O Jesus Saviour of the lost 428 
 
 O Jesus Thou art standing 727 
 
 O Jesus Thou the beauty art 420 
 
 O Lamb of God still keep me 242 
 
 O Light of life. O Saviour dear 042 
 
 O Lord how joyful 'tis to see 357 
 
 O Lord of health and life what tongue can tell 1 04 
 
 O Lord of hosts whose glory fills 558 
 
 O Lord our God arise 142 
 
 O Lord refresh Thy flock 440 
 
 O Lord the wilderness to me 233 
 
 O Lord when faith with fixed eyes 231 
 
 O Love divine how sweet thou art 425 
 
 O Master it is good to be 126 
 
 O mother dear, Jerusalem 430 
 
 Once more O Lord Thy sign shall be 16 
 
 One sweetly solemn thought 649 
 
 On Jordan's bank the Baptistery 46 
 
 On Jordan's rugged banks I stand 4 70 
 
 On Tabors top the Saviour stands 130 
 
 On the fount of life eternal 494 
 
 rd christian soldiers 693 
 
 O Paradise, O Paradise 56 
 
 O sacred head now wounded 241 
 
 O Saviour of our race 40 
 
 O Saviour who at Nam's gate 426 
 
 O Spirit of the living God. 325 
 
 O tell me Thou life and delight of my soul...297 
 
 OThou from whom all goodness flows 194 
 
 O Thou Majesty divine 251 
 
 O Thou that hearest when sinners cry 167 
 
 OThou the Lord and Life of those..." 459 
 
 O Thou to whose all searching Bighl 185 
 
 O Thou who by a star didst guide 72 
 
 O Thou who didst prepare 726 
 
 O Thou who gavest Thy servants grace 86 
 
 O Thou who makest souls to shine 432 | 
 
 Htmn. 
 
 O Thou whose own vast temple stands 564 
 
 O Thou who through this holy week 223 
 
 Our blest Redeemer ere He breathed 296 
 
 Our country's voice is pleading 134 
 
 Our God is love and all his saints 348 
 
 Our heavenly Father calls 455 
 
 Our Lord hath arisen the tempter is foiled... 705 
 
 Our Lord is risen from the dead 311 
 
 Our sins, our sorrows Lord were laid on Thee. 253 
 
 O very God, of very God 74 
 
 what if we are Christ's 454 
 
 where shall rest be found 28 
 
 O worship thy King all glorious above 406 
 
 Pain and toil are over now 252 
 
 Pardoned through redeeming'grace 513 
 
 Pass me not O gentle Saviour 728 
 
 Planted in Christ the living vine 501 
 
 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair 48 
 
 Praise, Lord, for Thee in Zion waits 669 
 
 Praise the Lord ye heavens adore 657 
 
 Praise to God immortal praise 617 
 
 Praise to the Lord He is King over all the 
 
 creation 619 
 
 Praise ye Jehovah's name 678 
 
 Praise ye the Father for His loving kindness. 8 
 
 Praise ye the Lord all nature join 664 
 
 Prostrate dear Jesus at Thy feet 198 
 
 Redeemed from guilt, Redeemed from fears...489 
 
 Rejoice all ye believers 58 
 
 Rejoice the Lord is King 271 
 
 Rejoice ye saints rejoice and praise 96 
 
 Rescue the perishing 737 
 
 Resting from His work to day 248 
 
 Rest of the weary, Joy of the sad 218 
 
 Rest weary Son of God and I with Thee 249 
 
 Return O wanderer return 758 
 
 Ride on! ride on in majesty 222 
 
 Rise glorious Conqueror rise 305 
 
 Rise my soul and stretch thy wings 468 
 
 Rock of Ages cleft for me 208 
 
 Round the Lord in glory seated 481 
 
 Safe in the arms of Jesus 723 
 
 Safely through another week 637 
 
 Salvation! oh the joyful sound 117 
 
 Saviour again to Thy dear name we raise 679 
 
 Saviour breathe an evening blessing 659 
 
 Saviour I follow on 217 
 
 Saviour like a shepherd lead us 295 
 
 Saviour sprinkle many nations 139 
 
 Saviour Thy dying love 215 
 
 Saviour Thy gentle voire 216 
 
 Saviour when in dusl to Thee 179 
 
 Saviour who Thy flock art feeding 51 1 
 
 See Israel's gentle shepherd stand- 500 
 
 See the Conqueror mounts in triumph 301 
 
 See the destined day arise 244 
 
 Shepherd offender youth 512 
 
 Shepherd of Thine Israel lead us 07 
 
374 
 
 INDEX OF FIKST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Shine on our land Jehovah shine 596 
 
 Shout for the blessed Jesus reigns 112 
 
 Shout the glad tidings 67 
 
 Show pity Lord, Lord forgive 169 
 
 Sing of Jesus sing forever 510 
 
 Sing to the Lord most high 609 
 
 Sing to the Lord ye distant lands 71 
 
 Sing them over again to me 713 
 
 Smile praisesO sky.. 706 
 
 Softly now the light of day 640 
 
 Soldiers of Christ arise 462 
 
 So let our lips and lives express 419 
 
 Songs of praise the angels sang 59 
 
 Son of God eternal Word 486 
 
 Sovereign of all the worlds on high 402 
 
 Sow in the morn* thy seed 555 
 
 Spirit divine attend our prayer ' ...332 
 
 Stand up, stand up for Jesus 136 
 
 Summer ended harvest o'er 616 
 
 Sun of my soul Thou Saviour dear 648 
 
 Surely Christ thy griefs has borne 240 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer 759 
 
 Sweet the moments rich in blessing 237 
 
 Swell the anthem raise the song 614 
 
 Take me O my Father take me 516 
 
 Take the name of Jesus with you 733 
 
 Take up thy cross the Saviour said 741 
 
 Teach me my God and King 121 
 
 Tell me the old, old story 710 
 
 Tell it out among the nations 132 
 
 Tender Shepherd, Thou hast stilled 587 
 
 Thanks be to God for His wonderful love 595 
 
 That day of wrath that dreadful day 17 
 
 That Easter tide with joy was bright 272 
 
 The ancient law departs 95 
 
 The billows swell the winds are high 114 
 
 The blest memorials of Thy grief: 536 
 
 The burden of my sins O Lord 211 
 
 The Church has waited long 42 
 
 The Church's one foundation 441 
 
 The day is past and gone ....636 
 
 The day of resurrection 268 
 
 Thee O God we humbly praise 341 
 
 Thee we adore eternal Lord 4 
 
 Thee we adore eternal name 583 
 
 The God of harvest praise 602 
 
 The God of love will sure indulge 575 
 
 The God of mercy warns us all 164 
 
 The golden gates are lifted up 315 
 
 The head that once was crowned with thorns. 286 
 The Lord is my Shepherd no want shall I 
 
 know 283 
 
 The Lord is risen indeed 262 
 
 The Lord my Shepherd is 290 
 
 The Lord of glory is my light 287 
 
 The Lord of life is risen ..257 
 
 The Lord who truly knows 451 
 
 The Lord will come the earth shall quake 13 
 
 The morning light is breaking 135 
 
 The perfect world by Adam trod 568 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 The pity of the Lord 579 
 
 There is a blessed home 714 
 
 There is a calm for those who weep 581 
 
 There is a fountain filled with blood 210 
 
 There is a green hill far away 708 
 
 There is a land of pure delight 661 
 
 There is an hour of peaceful rest 760 
 
 There is no night in heaven 580 
 
 There's a friend for little children 695 
 
 There's a wideness in God's mercy 747 
 
 The roseate hues of early dawn 655 
 
 The Saviour kindly calls 495 
 
 The Saviour O what endless charms 413 
 
 The shadows of the evening hours < 660 
 
 The solemn season calls us now 181 
 
 The Son of Man shall come 43 
 
 The strain upraise ; 3 
 
 The strife is o'er the battle done 263 
 
 The things of the earth in the earth let us lay 592 
 The voice of free grace cries flee to the 
 
 mountain 49 
 
 The voice that breathed o'er Eden 750 
 
 The whole creation groans and waits 427 
 
 The world is very evil 38 
 
 They're gathering homeward from every land.594 
 
 Thine earthly Sabbaths Lord we love 645 
 
 Thine forever God of love. 542 
 
 This child we dedicate to Thee 505 
 
 This is My body which is given for you 519 
 
 This stone to Thee in faith we lay 559 
 
 Thou art gone up on high ....313 
 
 Thou art my portion O my God .499 
 
 Thou art the Way; to Thee alone 106 
 
 Thou by heavenly hosts adored 615 
 
 Though faint yet pursuing 284 
 
 Though I speak with angel tongues 353 
 
 Though troubles assail 748 
 
 Thou hidden source of calm repose 124 
 
 Thou Lord of all above 172 
 
 Thou lovely source of true delight 412 
 
 Thou loving Saviour of mankind..... 170 
 
 Thou who hast called us by Thy word 457 
 
 Thou who roll'st the year around 91 
 
 Thou whose almighty word 449 
 
 Through all the changing scenes of life 382 
 
 Through every age eternal God ■ 573 
 
 Through Israel's coasts in times of old 129 
 
 Thus far the Lord has led me on...; 646 
 
 Thy blood, O Christ, hath made our peace.... 94 
 
 Thy mighty working mighty God 658 
 
 Thy way not mine, O Lord 193 1 
 
 Thy will be done in devious way 745 
 
 Till He come — O let the words 546 
 
 'Tis by the faith of joys to come 110 
 
 'Tis midnight and on Olive's brow 235 
 
 To Christ the Prince of Peace .'...209 
 
 To God the only wise 453 
 
 To Jesus our exaulted Lord 527 
 
 To the name of our salvation 77 
 
 To us a Child of hope is born 66 
 
 To Zion's hill I lift mine eyes 461 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 375 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Triumphant Zion lift thy Dead 434 
 
 'Twas on that dark and doleful night 521 
 
 TJnvail thy bosom faithful tomb 576 
 
 Uplift the* banner let it float 148 
 
 Upward I lift mine eyes 393 
 
 Vain are the hopes, the sons of men 458 
 
 Waken, Christian children 699 
 
 Watchman tell us of the night 22 
 
 Weeping will not save me 738 
 
 We give Thee but Thine own 361 
 
 We give immortal praise 335 
 
 We, in ourselves, unrighteous are 460 
 
 Welcome, sweet day of rest 671 
 
 We lift our hearts to Thee 635 
 
 We need Thee, Saviour, when dear eyes are 
 
 closing 30 
 
 Weplough the field and scatter 611 
 
 We praise Thee, God (Te Deum) 2 
 
 We sing His love who once was slain 490 
 
 We sing to Thee, Thou Son of God 227 
 
 We stand in deep repentance 530 
 
 We will carol joyfully 707 
 
 What a friend we have in Jesus 729 
 
 What grace O Lord and beauty shone 399 
 
 What star is this with beams so bright 128 
 
 What strange perplexities arise 524 
 
 When all thy mercies O my God 409 
 
 When from the city of our God 447 
 
 When gathering clouds around I view 387 
 
 When His salvation bringing 221 
 
 When I can read my title clear 381 
 
 When 1 survey the wondrous cross 236 
 
 When Jordan hushed his waters still 84 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 When Lord to this our western land 151 
 
 When marshalled on the nightly plain 87 
 
 When on Sinai's top I see 255 
 
 When overwhelmed with grief 173 
 
 When shades of night around us close 34 
 
 When the faithful were assembled 317 
 
 When Thou my righteous judge shalt come.. 53 
 
 When two friends on Easter day 276 
 
 When waves of trouble 'round me roll 383 
 
 When wounded sore the stricken soul 159 
 
 Where two or three with sweet accord 682 
 
 While shepherds watched their flocks 698 
 
 While Thee I seek protecting Power 372 
 
 While Thou O my God art my Help and De- 
 fender 115 
 
 Who are these in bright array 746 
 
 Who is there like Thee 720 
 
 Who is this that comes from Edom 239 
 
 Why should the children of a King 474 
 
 Why should we start and fear 572 
 
 With broken heart and contrite sigh 171 
 
 With humble faith and thankful heart 545 
 
 Within the Father's house 125 
 
 Witness ye men and angels now 503 
 
 Work for the night is coming, 144 
 
 Ye choirs of new Jerusalem 274 
 
 Ye christian heralds go proclaim 553 
 
 Ye saints proclaim abroad 81 
 
 Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim 405 
 
 Ye servants of the Lord 554 
 
 Yes the Kedeemer rose 269 
 
 Your harps, ye trembling saints m 41 
 
 Zion awake thy strength renew 149 
 
 Zion the marvelous story be telling 6T 
 
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