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THE 
 
 CHURCH-BOO 
 
 OF THE 
 
 WOODLAND PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH, 
 
 PHILADELPHIA. 
 
 CONTAINING 
 
 THE CUSTOMARY ORDER OF PUBLIC WORSHIP 
 
 AND OF THE 
 
 MINISTRATION OF THE SACRAMENTS, 
 
 TOGETHER WITH 
 
 A HYMNAL. 
 
 NEW YORK: 
 D. APPLETON & CO., 
 
 i, 3, and 5 Bond Street. 
 1884. 
 
Copyright, 1883, 1884, 
 Bv D. APPLETON & COMPANY. 
 
 . V ACKNOWLEDGMENTS and thanks are hereby 
 tendered , — 
 
 To Messrs. Oliver Ditson & Co., proprietors of the copyright 
 tunes of the late Dr. Lowell Mason; 
 
 To Messrs. Biglow & Main, proprietors of the copyright 
 tunes of the late Mr. William B. Bradbury; 
 
 To the Editors of " Hymns and Songs of Praise " ; 
 
 To the Editor of "The Hymnal with Tunes Old and New"; 
 
 And to the Rev. Edwin Pond Parker, of Hartford; 
 
 for privileges conceded to the editor of this book. 
 
 Also to Professor F. W. Bird, of Lehigh University, Penn. ; 
 To Theodore F. Seward, Esq., of New York ; 
 And to B. P. Learned, Esq., of Norwich, Conn.; 
 for counsel and aid. 
 
 * # * The name of author prefixed to a hymn in this book is not to be taken 
 as implying that the hymn is in the exact form in which the author wrote it. 
 Readings already in habitual use in public worship have generally been retained. 
 
THE CUSTOMARY ORDER 
 
 MORNING WORSHIP 
 
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MORNING WORSHIP. 
 
 THEN, all reverently bowing down, a Prayer of Confession and 
 Invocation is said by the minister; and the minister and the 
 people say together The Lord's Prayer, as follows : 
 
 Our Father who art in heaven, 
 Hallowed be thy name ; 
 Thy kingdom come ; 
 
 Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. 
 Give us this day our daily bread ; 
 And forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors. 
 And lead us not into temptation, 
 But deliver us from evil. 
 
 For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, 
 forever. Amen. 
 
 And this is followed by a Sentence out of the promises of the Holy 
 Scriptures to the penitent and believing. 
 
 THEN, the minister having read from one of the Invitations to 
 Praise contained in the Psalms or other Scriptures, the people 
 stand up and sing together one of the Selections for Chanting, 
 or a Hymn. 
 
 A PORTION of Scripture of the Old Testament is then read 
 [and if there is to be an Anthem, it is here sung by a Choir, the 
 words of it having first been announced by the minister]. 
 
 Then is read a portion of Scripture of the New Testament, after 
 which the people stand up and sing a Hymn. 
 
 THEN, after mention has been made (if needful) of special occasions 
 or requests for the prayers of the Church, the people reverently 
 bowing down, Prayer is offered up ; and after prayer The Weekly 
 Offering of Alms is made ; and a Hymn is sung by all the people, 
 standing. 
 
 A SERMON is then preached ; which is followed by Prayer for a 
 blessing on the word. And the people stand up and sing a Hymn 
 together; and are dismissed with a scriptural Benediction. 
 
THE CUSTOMARY ORDER 
 
 EVENING WORSHIP 
 
 THE congregation being assembled, at the hour of worship, the 
 minister reads, out of a Psalm or other Scripture, the Invitation 
 to Worship ; whereupon the people, all standing up, sing together one 
 of the Selections for Chanting, or a Hymn. 
 
 A PORTION of Scripture of the Old Testament is then read 
 [and if there is to be an Anthem, it is here sung by a Choir, the 
 words of it having first been announced by the minister], 
 
 Then is read a portion of Scripture of the New Testament, after 
 which the people stand up and sing a Hymn. 
 
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 HEN, the congregation reverently bowing down, Prayer is offered 
 up; and another Hymn is sung by the people, standing. 
 
 A SERMON, or briefer discourse, is then preached ; which is followed 
 by Prayer for a blessing on the word. And the people stand 
 up and sing a Hymn together ; and are dismissed with a scriptural 
 Benediction. 
 
THE CUSTOMARY ORDER 
 
 MINISTRATION OF BAPTISM 
 
 AFTER the singing of the Doxology, at the beginning of Morning 
 ^~\ Worship, the candidates for Baptism being present near the Laver, 
 a Prayer of Confession and Invocation is offered up ; and the people 
 say together The Lord's Prayer. 
 
 THEN the minister gives some Words of Instruction concerning 
 the meaning of the service, and invites all present, standing up, to 
 make together the Profession of the Christian Faith, in these 
 words : 
 
 I believe in God the Father almighty, 
 Maker of heaven and earth. 
 
 And in Jesus Christ his only Son, our Lord ; 
 
 Who was conceived by the Holy Ghost, 
 
 Born of the Virgin Mary, 
 
 Suffered under Pontius Pilate, 
 
 Was crucified, dead and buried ; 
 
 The third day he rose again from the dead, 
 
 He ascended into heaven, 
 
 And sitteth at the right hand of God the Father al- 
 mighty, 
 
 From thence he shall come to judge the quick and the 
 dead. 
 
MIXISTRATION OF BAPTISM. 
 
 I believe in the Holy Ghost ; 
 The holy catholic church, the communion of saints ; 
 The forgiveness of sins ; 
 The resurrection of the body ; 
 And the life everlasting. Amen. 
 
 THE people being seated, the minister receives the candidates, one by- 
 one, and baptizes them with water, calling each one by name and 
 saying: 
 
 / baptize thee into the name of the Father, and of the Son, 
 and of the Holy Ghost. Amen. 
 
 . And then he invokes upon them all this Benediction : 
 
 The Lord bless you and keep yon ; 
 
 The Lord make J lis face to shine upon you, and be gracious 
 
 unto you ; 
 The Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and give you 
 
 peace. 
 
 THEN follow the Sentence, the Invitation, the Selection for 
 Chanting, and so on, as in the customary order of Morning 
 Worship. 
 
THE CUSTOMARY ORDER 
 
 MINISTRATION OF THE LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
 1 T 7"HEN the Communion of the Lord's Supper is to be observed at 
 * » Morning Worship on the Lord's Day, the service is begun by 
 the singing of a Doxology, followed, in the usual order, by a Prayer 
 of Confession and Invocation, and by The Lord's Prayer, said 
 together by the people, and by a Sentence from the promises of the 
 Holy Scriptures. 
 
 THEN an Invitation to Thanksgiving is read out of the Script- 
 ures ; and the people, standing up, sing together the Hymn, " Glory be 
 to God on high" (Selection II), or "We praise thee, O God" (Selection 
 XII), or some other suitable hymn. 
 
 THEN The Ten Commandments are read in the hearing of the 
 people ; and before the First Commandment may be sung this 
 Sentence : 
 
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MINISTRATION OF THE LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
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 laws in our hearts, we be - seech thee. 
 
 A PORTION of Scripture of the New Testament is then read 
 by the minister, who adds thereto an Address of invitation, 
 instruction, encouragement or warning, as may be needed ; and at the 
 end invites all present, standing up together, to make the Profession 
 of the Christian Faith, thus : 
 
 I believe in God the Father almighty, 
 Maker of heaven and earth. 
 
 And in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord ; 
 
 Who was conceived by the Holy Ghost, 
 
 Born of the Virgin Mary, 
 
 Suffered under Pontius Pilate, 
 
 Was crucified, dead and buried ; 
 
 The third day he rose again from the dead, 
 
 He ascended into heaven, 
 
 And sitteth at the right hand of God the Father al- 
 mighty, 
 
 From thence he shall come to judge the quick and the 
 dead. 
 
 I believe in the Holy Ghost ; 
 The holy catholic church, the communion of saints ; 
 The forgiveness of sins ; 
 The resurrection of the body ; 
 And the life everlasting. Amen. 
 
 HEN the Weekly Offering of Alms is made, and a Hymn is 
 sung by all the people, standing. 
 
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io MINISTRATION OF THE LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
 THEN follows The Lord's Supper, according to the order in which 
 the same was instituted by our Lord Jesus Christ, as we have 
 received of him through his apostles, in 
 
 The Blessing, and Breaking and Ministering of the Bread ; 
 The Thanksgiving, and Ministering of the Cup. 
 
 THEN, all bowing down, is offered up the Prayer of Communion, 
 for all Christ's faithful people, throughout the world. 
 And following the example of our Lord and his disciples before they 
 went out from the place of the Supper, a Hymn is sung; after which 
 the people are dismissed with this Benediction : 
 
 The God of peace, that brought again from the dead our Lord 
 Jesus, that great Shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the 
 everlasting covenant, make you perfect in every good work to do 
 his will, working in you that which is well-pleasing in his sight, 
 through Jesus Christ ; to whom be glory for ever and ever. 
 Amen. 
 
II 
 
 THE CUSTOMARY ORDER 
 
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 RECEIVING BAPTIZED PERSONS INTO 
 FULL COMMUNION. 
 
 WHEN, at the time of celebrating the Lord's Supper, there are 
 present those who, having taken counsel with the pastor of the 
 church and being approved by the elders, are about to come for the first 
 time to the communion ; or those who having formerly been in the 
 fellowship of other congregations are to be received to the special 
 fellowship of this church, the minister, at the close of the Address, may 
 announce their names, and bid them welcome, and invite them, rising up 
 with the rest of the church, to join in the Confession of the Chris- 
 tian Faith. 
 
 AND after the Benediction, it is right and becoming that members of 
 I- the church, and especially ministers and elders, should take oppor- 
 tunity to give greeting and the right hand of fellowship to the new 
 members. 
 
TABLE OF CONTENTS. 
 
 SELECTIONS FOR CHANTING Pages i-xxiv 
 
 VERSIONS OF PSALMS Hymns 1-98 
 
 HYMNS OF WORSHIP 99"253 
 
 Praise to God : 99-142 ; see also 1-98. 
 
 for his Attributes : 109-118 ; 24, 25, 55, 56, 68, 75, 93. 
 
 for his Works of Nature and Providence : 119-137 ; 12, 23, 46, 54, 
 
 61-64, 94-98. 
 for his Word : 138, 139 ; 10-14, 30, 79-81. 
 for his Salvation : 140-142 ; 47, 50, 69-71. See also 317-325. 
 
 Praise to Christ : 143-147. See also 281-307, 326-329. 
 for his Characters and Offices : 148-166. 
 for his Incarnation : 167-174; 65. 
 for his Life : 175-180. 
 for his Sufferings and Death : 181-203. 
 for his Resurrection : 204-209. 
 for his Ascension : 210-213 5 9- 
 for his heavenly Glory : 214-222. 
 for his Intercession : 223, 224. 
 
 for his Coming Kingdom and Judgment: 225-234 ; 29, 48, 49, 64. 
 for his Atonement : 235-240. 
 
 Praise to the Holy Spirit : 241-253. 
 
 HYMNS OF CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE 254-412 
 
 Hymns of Godly Sorrow : 254-256 ; 4, 6, 34-37, 87, 88. 
 of Repentance: 257-280; 13, 22. 
 of Faith : 281-307 ; 15-18, 20, 21, 38-40, 57, 58, 82. 
 of Assurance : 308-316 ; 5, 85. 
 of Gratitude : 317-325 ; 26, 47, 50, 72-74. 
 of Love : 326-329. 
 of Zeal and Courage : 330-346. 
 of Aspiration and Consecration : 347-367. 
 
TABLE OF CONTENTS. 
 
 Hymns of Holy Fear: 368, 369; 24. 
 
 of Resignation and Comfort : 370-383. 
 
 of Joy : 384-386. 
 
 of Hope : 387-412 ; 7, 8, 86, 92. 
 
 HYMNS OF FELLOWSHIP 413-465 
 
 Hymns of Communion with all Saints : 413-432 ; 90, 91. 
 of Love to the Children of the Church : 433-435. 
 of Delight in the Lord's Day and House : 436-442 ; see also 204- 
 
 209 ; 3, 19, 27, 42, 51, 53, 59, 60, 66, 67, 76-78, 83, 84, 89. 
 of Joy in the Triumph of the Church : 443-456 ; 30-33. 
 of Desire for the Salvation of Men : 457-465. 
 
 HYMNS FOR TIMES AND OCCASIONS 466-522 
 
 Hymns for Public Thanksgiving : 466-471 ; 28, 44 ; see also 1 19-13 7. 
 for Morning : 472-474 I 3, 4*. 42. 
 for Evening : 475-492 ; 2. 
 
 for Opening of Worship : see 99-142 ; 143-166 ; 204-209 ; 436-442. 
 for Close of Worship : 493-500. 
 
 for Baptism : see 99-108 : 235-240; 241-253; 347-367; 413-435. 
 for the Lord's Supper : 501-515 ; 76-78 ; 181-203 ; 235-240. 
 for Christian Burial : 516-518; see 281-307; 370-383; 387-412; 
 
 413-432. 
 for the Close of the Year : 519-522 ; 55, 56 ; 68 ; 495. 
 for Missionary Meetings : 225-230 ; 413-432 ; 443-456 ; 29, 48, 49, 86. 
 for Charitable Collections : 123 ; 330-367. 
 for Ordinations : 241-253; 413-432; 91. 
 for Church Dedications : 436-442 ; 77, 83, 89, 91. 
 
 INDEXES. 
 
 I. Alphabetical Index of First Lines Pages 409-419 
 
 II. Index of Authors and their Hymns 420-422 
 
 III. Index of Composers and their Tunes 423-424 
 
 IV. Alphabetical Index of Tunes 425-428 
 
 V. Metrical Index of Tunes and Hymns 4 2 9~437 
 
Selections for Chanting. 
 
 No. 1. 
 
 SELECTION I. 
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 How excellent is thy loving- | kindness, . . O | God ! 
 
 Therefore the children of men put their trust' under the 
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 They shall be abundantly satisfied' with the fatness | of thy 
 house, 
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 pleasures. 
 For with thee is the | fountain of | life ; 
 In thy I light shall | we see | light. 
 
 Glory be to the Father, and \ to the \ Son, 
 
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 And show ourselves | glad in | him with | psalms. 
 
 For the Lord is a | great — | God, 
 
 And a great | King a- | bove all | gods. 
 In his hand are all the corners | of the | earth, 
 
 And the strength of the | hills is | his — | also. 
 
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 /^ BE joyful in the Lord, | all ye | lands ; 
 ^-^ Serve the | Lord with | gladness, 
 
 And come before his | presence | with a | song. 
 
 Be ye sure that the Lord | he is j God ; 
 
 It is he that hath made us, and not | we our- | selves ; 
 We are his people and the | sheep of | his — | pasture. 
 
 O go your way into his j gates with . . thanks- | giving, 
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 Be thankful unto him and | speak good | of his | name. 
 
 For the | Lord is | gracious, 
 
 His mercy is | ever- | lasting, 
 
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 A RISE, O Lord, | into thy | rest ; 
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 Let thy priests be | cloth'd with | righteousness, 
 And let thy | saints — | shout for | jo} 7 . 
 
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 He hath desired it | for his | habit- 1 ation ; 
 
 This is my | rest for- | ever ; 
 
 Here will I dwell ; for I | have a .. de- 1 light there- 1 in. 
 
 I will abundantly | bless .. her pro- | vision, 
 I will I satis- .. fy her | poor with | bread ; 
 
 I will also clothe her | priests with .. sal- | vation, 
 And her saints shall | shout a- 1 loud for | joy. 
 
 Glory be to the Father, and \ to the \ Son, 
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 As it was in the beginning, is now, and \ ever \ shall be, 
 World I without I end. A- 1 men. 
 
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 God is our Refuge. — Psalm xlvi. 1-5, 7. 
 
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 And tho' the mountains be carried into the | midst — | of 
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 Tho' the waters thereof | roar., and be | troubled, 
 
 Tho' the mountains | shake .. with the | swelling there- 1 of. 
 
 There is a river' the streams whereof shall make glad the | city 
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 The holy place of the tabernacles | of the | most — | High. 
 
 God is in the midst of her ; she shall | not be | moved ; 
 
 God shall I help her .. and | that right | early. 
 The Lord of | hosts is | with us : 
 
 The God of | Jacob | is our | refuge. 
 
 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, 
 World I without I end. A- I men. 
 
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 SELECTION VII. 
 
 I will lift up mine Eyes. — Psalm cxxi. 
 
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 - 1 - cometh my | help. 
 
 My help cometh from the Lord' which | made — | heav'n 
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 He will not suffer thy foot to be mov'd'; he that keepeth thee | 
 will not | slumber. 
 Behold he that keepeth Israel' shall | neither | slumber .. 
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 The Lord is thy keeper'; the Lord is thy shade upon thy | 
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 The sun shall not smite thee by day', | nor the | moon by | 
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 The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil'; he shall pre- | 
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 The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming 
 in' from this time forth and | ev'n for- 1 ever- 1 more. 
 
 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, 
 
 World | without \ end. A- \ men. 
 
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 Bless the Lord, | O my | soul, 
 
 And for- 1 get not | all his | benefits. 
 
 Who forgiveth | all thy | sin, 
 
 Who I healeth | all .. thy dis- [ eases ; 
 Who redeemeth thy | life .. from de- 1 struction, 
 
 And crowneth thee with | mercy .. and | loving- | kind- 
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 The Lord is | merciful .. and | gracious, 
 
 Slow to I anger., and | plenteous ..in | mercy. 
 
 He will not | always | chide, 
 
 Neither will he | keep his | anger., for- | ever. 
 
 He hath not dealt with us | after our | sins, 
 
 Nor rewarded us ac- 1 cording to | our in- 1 iquities ; 
 
 For as the heaven is high a- 1 bove the | earth, 
 
 So great is his mercy | to - ward | them that | fear him. 
 
 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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 Blessed is He. — Psalm xxxii. i, 2, 5-7, 10, 11. 
 
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 And in whose | spirit there | is no | guile. 
 
 I acknowledge my sin | unto | thee, 
 
 And mine iniquity | have I | not — | hid. 
 I said', I will confess my transgressions | unto the | Lord ; 
 
 And thou forgavest the in- 1 iqui-ty | of my | sin. 
 
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 when thou | mayest be | found ; 
 Surely in the floods of great waters' they shall | not come | 
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 But he that trusteth in the Lord', mercy shall | compass | 
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 Be glad in the Lord and re- 1 joice, ye | righteous ; 
 
 And shout for joy, all ye that | are up- 1 right .. in | heart. 
 
 Glory be to the Father, and \ to the \ Son, 
 
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 "OLESS^D be the Lord | God of | Israel, 
 
 •*-* For he hath visited | and re- | deem'd his | people, 
 
 And hath rais'd up a mighty sal- | vation | for us 
 In the I house of .. his | servant | David. 
 
 As he spake by the mouth of his | holy | prophets, 
 Which have been | since the | world be- 1 gan ; 
 
 That we should be sav'd j from our | enemies, 
 And from the | hand of | all that | hate us. 
 
 To perform the mercy promis'd | to our | fathers, 
 And to re- 1 member .. his | holy | covenant, 
 
 That we might serve him | without | fear, 
 
 In holiness and righteousness, | all the | days of., our | life. 
 
 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, 
 World I without I end. A- 1 men. 
 
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 And the glory | of thy | people | Israel. 
 
 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, 
 World I without I end. A- I men. 
 
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 The Hymn of Ambrose. — Te Deum Laudamus. 
 
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 * * We acknowledge | thee to | be the | Lord. 
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 The | Father | ever- 1 lasting. 
 
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 The Father of an infinite | majesty, 
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 Thou sittest at the right | hand of | God, 
 
 In the | glory | of the I Father. 
 We believe that | thou shalt | come 
 
 To | be — | our — | Judge. 
 
 We therefore pray thee | help thy | servants, 
 
 Whom thou hast redeemed | with thy | precious | blood. 
 Make them to be number'd | with thy | saints 
 
 In | glory | ever- | lasting. 
 
 O Lord, save thy people', and | bless thy | heritage ; 
 
 Govern them, and j lift them | up for- | ever. 
 Day by day we | magni-fy | thee, 
 
 And we worship thy name ever, | world with- 1 out — | end. 
 
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 O Lord, have | mercy up- | on us, 
 
 Have | mercy | upon | us. 
 
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 As our | trust — | is in | thee. 
 
 O Lord, in | thee .. have I | trusted, 
 Let me | never | be con- 1 founded ! 
 
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THE CHURCH-BOOK 
 
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 "LTAPPY the man whose cautious feet 
 *-*■ Shun the broad way that sinners go ; 
 Who hates the place where atheists meet, 
 And fears to talk as scoffers do. 
 
 2 He loves t' employ the morning light 
 
 Among the statutes of the Lord ; 
 And spends the wakeful hours of night 
 With pleasure pondering o'er his word. 
 
 3 He, like a plant by gentle streams, 
 
 Shall flourish in immortal green ; 
 And heaven will shine, with kindest beams, 
 On every work- his hands begin. 
 
 4 But sinners find their counsels crossed ; 
 As chaff before the tempest flies, 
 So shall their hopes be blown and lost, 
 When the last trumpet shakes the skies. 
 
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 -1— ' I am for ever thine ; 
 I fear before thee all the day, 
 Nor would I dare to sin. 
 
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 From cares and business free, 
 
 'T is sweet conversing on my bed 
 
 With my own heart and thee. 
 
 3 I pay this evening sacrifice ; 
 
 And when my work is done, 
 Great God, my faith and hope relies 
 Upon thy grace alone. 
 
 4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace, 
 
 I give mine eyes to sleep ; 
 Thy hand in safety keeps my days, 
 And will my slumbers keep. 
 
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 " My voice ascending high ; 
 To thee will I direct my prayer, 
 To thee lift up mine eye ; — 
 
 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. 
 
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 3 Thou art a God before whose sight 
 
 The wicked shall not stand ; 
 
 Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 
 
 Nor dwell at thy right hand. 
 
 4 But to thy house will I resort, 
 
 To taste thy mercies there ; 
 I will frequent thy holy court, 
 And worship in thy fear. 
 
 5 O 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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 i /^ENTLY, gently lay thy rod 
 ^ Jr On my sinful head, O God ! 
 Stay thy wrath, in mercy stay, 
 Lest I sink beneath its sway. 
 
 2 Heal me, for my flesh is weak ; 
 Heal me, for thy grace I seek ; 
 This my only plea I make, — 
 Heal me for thy mercy's sake. 
 
 3 Who, within the silent grave, 
 Shall proclaim thy power to save ? 
 Lord, my sinking soul reprieve ; 
 Speak, and I shall rise and live. 
 
 4 Lo ! he comes — he heeds my plea ! 
 Lo ! he comes — the shadows nee ! 
 Glory round me dawns once more ; 
 Rise, my spirit, and adore. 
 
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 1V1 Why bid me like a bird before the fowler flee ? 
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 And he will shield and guard his own 
 
 The wicked may assail, the tempter sorely try, 
 
 All earth's foundations fail, all nature's springs be dry 
 Yet God is in his holy shrine, 
 And I am strong while he is mine. 
 
 His flock to him is dear, he watches them from high ; 
 
 He sends them trials here to form them for the sky ; 
 But safely will he tend and keep 
 The humblest, feeblest of his sheep. 
 
 His foes a season here may triumph and prevail ; 
 
 But ah ! the hour is near when all their hopes must 
 fail; 
 While, like the sun, his saints shall rise, 
 And shine with him above the skies. 
 
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 Never shall my troubled mind 
 In thy kind remembrance live ? 
 
PSALMS XIII, XVI. 
 
 Lord, how long with sorrows vexed 
 Daily shall my heart complain ; 
 
 While my anxious soul perplexed, 
 Counsel takes, but takes in vain ? 
 
 Lord, how long shall Satan's art 
 
 Tempt my harassed soul to sin, 
 Triumph o'er my humbled heart, 
 
 Fears without and guilt within ? 
 Lord, my God, thine ear incline, 
 
 Bending to the prayer of faith ; 
 Cheer my eyes with light divine, 
 
 Lest I sleep the sleep of death ! 
 
 On thy mercy I rely — 
 
 Mercy, heavenly Lord, impart ! 
 Mercy brings salvation nigh ; 
 
 Mercy shall rejoice my heart. 
 Lord, I lift my voice in praise, 
 
 All thy bounty to adore ; 
 From eternity thy grace 
 
 Flows, increasing ever»more. 
 
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 i T SET the Lord before my face, 
 ■*• He bears my courage up ; 
 My heart and tongue their joys express, 
 My flesh shall rest in hope. 
 
 2 My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave 
 Where souls departed are ; 
 Nor leave my body in the grave, 
 To see corruption there. 
 
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 And raise me to thy throne ; 
 Thy courts immortal pleasure give, 
 Thy presence joys unknown. 
 
 
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 /. Watts. 
 
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 L. Mason. 
 
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 V\ THAT sinners value I resign ; 
 * * Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine ; 
 I shall behold thy blissful face, 
 And stand complete in righteousness. 
 This life 's a dream — an empty show ; 
 But the bright world to which I go, 
 Hath joys substantial and sincere ; 
 When shall I wake and find me there? 
 
 glorious hour ! — O blest abode ! 
 
 1 shall be near and like my God ; 
 And flesh and sin no more control 
 The sacred pleasures of the soul. 
 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, 
 Till the last trumpet's joyful sound : 
 Then burst the chains with sweet surprise ' j i j~Q ] 
 And in my Saviour's image rise. 
 
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 All ye lands, exalt his fame. 
 
 2 O'er his enemies exalted, 
 
 See the great Redeemer rise ! 
 Though by powers of hell assaulted, 
 God supports him to the skies. 
 
 3 God, Messiah's cause maintaining, 
 
 Shall his righteous throne extend ; 
 O'er the world the Saviour reigning, 
 Earth shall at his footstool bend. 
 
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 i T^HE heavens declare thy glory, Lord ; 
 ■*• In every star thy wisdom shines ; 
 But when our eyes behold thy word, 
 We read thy name in fairer lines. 
 
 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, 
 
 And nights and days thy power confess, 
 But the blest volume thou hast writ 
 Reveals thy justice, and thy grace. 
 
 3 Sun, moon and stars convey thy praise 
 
 Round the whole earth, and never stand : 
 So, when thy truth began its race, 
 
 It touched and glanced on every land. 
 
 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, 
 
 Till through the world thy truth has run, 
 Till Christ has all the nations blest, 
 That see the light, or feel the sun. 
 
 A-men. 
 
II, 12. 
 
 PSALM XIX. 
 
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 L. Mason. 
 
 i r^ REAT Sun of righteousness, arise ; 
 
 ^^ Bless the dark world with heavenly light ; 
 Thy gospel makes the simple wise, 
 
 Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 
 
 2 Thy noblest wonders here we view, 
 In souls renewed, and sins forgiven ; 
 Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew, 
 And make thy word my guide to heaven. 
 
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 I 'THY glory, Lord, the heavens declare, 
 •*- The firmament displays thy skill ; 
 The changing clouds, the viewless air, 
 Tempest and calm, thy word fulfill ; 
 Day unto day doth utter speech, 
 And night to night thy knowledge teach, 
 
13 
 
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 Though voice nor sound inform the ear, 
 Well known the language of their song, 
 
 When one by one the stars appear, 
 Led by the silent moon along, 
 
 Till round the earth, from all the sky, 
 
 Thy beauty beams on every eye. 
 
 Waked by thy touch, the morning sun 
 Comes like a bridegroom from his bower, 
 
 And, like a giant, glad to run 
 
 His bright career with speed and power,- 
 
 Thy flaming messenger, to dart 
 
 Life through the depth of nature's heart. 
 
 While these transporting visions shine 
 Along the path of Providence, 
 
 Glory eternal, joy divine, 
 
 Thy word reveals, transcending sense ; 
 
 My soul thy goodness longs to see, 
 
 Thy love to man, thy love to me. 
 
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 1 T HEAR thy word with love, 
 *- And I would fain obey ; 
 Send thy good Spirit from above 
 
 To guide me, lest I stray. 
 
 2 Warn me of every sin, 
 
 Forgive my secret faults. 
 And cleanse this guilty soul of mine, 
 Whose crimes exceed my thoughts. 
 
 3 While with my heart and tongue 
 
 I spread thy praise abroad, 
 Accept the worship and the song, 
 My Saviour and my God. 
 
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 T LOVE the volume of thy word ; 
 
 * What light and joy these leaves afford, 
 
 To souls benighted and distressed ! 
 Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, 
 Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, 
 
 Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 
 
 From the discoveries of thy law, 
 The perfect rules of life I draw : 
 
 These are my study and delight : 
 Not honey so invites the taste, 
 Nor gold that has the furnace passed, 
 
 Appears so pleasing to the sight. 
 
 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes, 
 And warn me where my danger lies ; 
 
 But 't is thy blessed Gospel, Lord, 
 That makes my guilty conscience clean, 
 Converts my soul, subdues my sin, 
 
 And gives a free but large reward. 
 
 Who knows the errors of his thoughts ? 
 My God, forgive my secret faults, 
 
 And from presumptuous sins restrain : 
 Accept my poor attempts of praise 
 That I have read thy book of grace, 
 
 And book of nature, not in vain. 
 
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 What can I want beside ? 
 
 2 He leads me to the place 
 
 Where heavenly pasture grows, 
 Where living waters gently pass, 
 And full salvation flows. 
 
 3 If e'er I go astray, 
 
 He doth my soul reclaim, 
 And guides me in his own right way, 
 For his most holy name. 
 
 4 While he affords his aid, 
 
 I cannot yield to fear ; 
 Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shad 
 My shepherd 's with me there. 
 
 5 The bounties of thy love 
 
 Shall crown my following days ; 
 Nor from thy house will I remove, 
 Nor cease to speak thy praise. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
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 1 'THE King of love my shepherd is, 
 -■- Whose goodness faileth never : 
 I nothing lack if I am his 
 And he is mine forever. 
 
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 2 Where streams of living- water flow 
 
 My ransomed soul he leadeth, 
 And, where the verdant pastures grow, 
 With food celestial feedeth. 
 
 3 Perverse and foolish oft I strayed, 
 
 But yet in love he sought me, 
 And on his shoulder gently laid, 
 And home, rejoicing, brought me. 
 
 4 In death's dark vale I fear no ill 
 
 With thee, dear Lord, beside me; 
 Thy rod and staff my comfort still, 
 Thy cross before to guide me. 
 
 5 Thou spread'st a table in my sight, 
 
 Thy unction grace bestoweth, 
 And O the transport of delight 
 With which my cup o'erfloweth ! 
 
 6 And so through all the length of days 
 
 Thy goodness faileth never ; 
 Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise 
 Within thy house for ever ! 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 Psalm xxv. 
 
 1. Watts. 
 
 Thatcher. S. M. 
 
 From Handel. 
 
 TO God in whom I trust, 
 I lift my heart and voice : 
 O let me not'be put to shame, 
 Nor let my foes rejoice. 
 
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 18. 
 
 2 Thy mercies and thy love, 
 
 O Lord, recall to mind ; 
 And graciously continue still, 
 As thou wast ever, kind. 
 
 3 Let all my youthful crimes 
 
 Be blotted out by thee ; 
 And, for thy wondrous goodness' sake, 
 In mercy think on me. 
 
 4 His mercy and his truth 
 
 The righteous Lord displays, 
 In bringing wandering sinners home, 
 And teaching them his ways. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
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 /. Watts. 
 
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 1 A/TINE eyes and my desire 
 *-**■ Are ever to the Lord ; 
 I love to plead his promises, 
 
 And rest upon his word. 
 
 2 Turn, turn thee to my soul, 
 
 Bring thy salvation near ; 
 When will thy hand release my feet 
 Out of the deadly snare ? 
 
 3 When shall the sovereign grace 
 
 Of my forgiving God 
 Restore me from those dangerous ways 
 My wandering feet have trod ? 
 
 4 O keep my soul from death, 
 
 Nor put my hope to shame ; 
 For I have placed my only trust 
 In my Redeemer's name. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
19, 20. 
 
 PSALMS XXVII, XXXI 
 
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 i 'THE Lord of glory is my light, 
 J- And my salvation too ; 
 God is my strength, nor will I fear 
 What all my foes can do. 
 
 2 One privilege my heart desires ; 
 
 O grant me an abode 
 Among the churches of thy saints, 
 The temples of my God. 
 
 3 There shall I offer my requests, 
 
 And see thy beauty still ; 
 Shall hear thy messages of love, 
 And there inquire thy will. 
 
 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, 
 
 There may his children hide ; 
 God has a strong pavilion, where 
 He makes my soul abide. 
 
 5 Now shall my head be lifted high 
 
 Above my foes around ; 
 And songs of joy and victory 
 Within thy temple sound. 
 
 
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 A -men. 
 
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 -LVJ Blest Saviour, I recline ; 
 Thou wilt not leave me to despair, 
 For thou art love divine. 
 
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 2 In thee I place ray trust ; 
 
 On thee I calmly rest : 
 I know thee good, I know thee just, 
 And count thy choice the best. 
 
 3 Whate'er events betide, 
 
 Thy will they all perform ; 
 Safe in thy breast my head I hide, 
 Nor fear the coming storm. 
 
 4 Let good or ill befall, 
 
 It must be good for me, — 
 Secure of having thee in all, 
 Of having all in thee. 
 
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 T ORD, I look for all to thee ; 
 ■1— ' Thou hast been a rock to me : 
 Still thy wonted aid afford ; 
 Still be near, my shield, my sword ! 
 Faint and sinking on my road, 
 Still I cling to thee, my God ! 
 
 On thy word I take my stand ; 
 
 All my times are in thy hand : 
 
 O what mercies still attend 
 
 Those who make the Lord their friend ! 
 
 Lord, may this my portion be : 
 
 Seek it, all ye saints, with me ! 
 
 A-men. 
 
22, 23* 
 
 PSALMS XXXII, XXXIV. 
 
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 L. Mason. 
 
 i C\ BLESSED souls are they, 
 ^^ Whose sins are covered o'er ; 
 Divinely blest, to whom the Lord 
 Imputes their guilt no more. 
 
 2 They mourn their follies past, 
 
 And keep their hearts with care ; 
 Their lips and lives, without deceit, 
 Shall prove their faith sincere. 
 
 3 While I concealed my guilt, 
 
 I felt the festering wound ; 
 Till I confessed my sin to thee, 
 And ready pardon found. 
 
 4 Let sinners learn to pray, 
 
 Let saints keep near the throne ; 
 Our help, in times of deep distress, 
 Is found in God alone. 
 
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 The praises of my God shall still 
 My heart and tongue employ. 
 
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 24. 
 
 Of his deliverance I will boast, 
 Till all that are distressed 
 
 From my example comfort take, 
 And charm their griefs to rest. 
 
 O magnify the Lord with me, 
 
 With me exalt his name ; 
 When in distress to him I called, 
 
 He to my rescue came. 
 The hosts of God encamp around 
 
 The dwellings of the just ; 
 Deliverance he affords to all, 
 
 Who on his succor trust. 
 
 O make but trial of his love ; 
 
 Experience will decide, 
 How blest are they, and only they, 
 
 Who in his truth confide. 
 Fear him, ye saints, and ye will then 
 
 Have nothing else to fear ; 
 Make ye his service your delight, — 
 
 He'll make your wants his care. 
 
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 i CURE there's a dreadful God, 
 ^ Though men renounce his fear 
 His justice, hid behind the cloud 
 Shall one great day appear. 
 
 2 His truth transcends the sky, 
 In heaven his mercies dwell ; 
 Deep as the sea his judgments lie, 
 His anger burns to hell. 
 
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 Whence all our safety springs ! 
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 From underneath his wings ! 
 
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 1 TTIGH in the heavens, eternal God, 
 
 -*- -*■ Thy goodness in full glory shines ; 
 Thy truth shall break through every cloud 
 That veils and darkens thy designs. 
 
 2 Forever firm thy justice stands, 
 
 As mountains their foundations keep ; 
 Wise are the wonders of thy hands ; 
 Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 
 
 3 My God, how excellent thy grace, 
 
 Whence all our hope and comfort springs ! 
 The sons of Adam, in distress, 
 Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 
 
 4 From the provisions of thy house, 
 
 We shall be fed with sweet repast : 
 There mercy like a river flows, 
 And brings salvation to our taste. 
 
 5 Life, like a fountain, rich and free, 
 
 Springs from the presence of my Lord ; 
 And, in thy light, our souls shall see 
 The glories promised in thy word. 
 
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23 
 
 PSALMS XL, XL/I. 
 
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 i T WAITED patient for the Lord,— 
 -^ He bowed to hear my cry ; 
 He saw me resting on his word, 
 And brought salvation nigh. 
 
 2 Firm on a rock he made me stand, 
 
 And taught my cheerful tongue 
 To praise the wonders of his hand, 
 In a new, thankful song. 
 
 3 I'll spread his works of grace abroad ; 
 
 The saints with joy shall hear, 
 And sinners learn to make my God 
 Their only hope and fear. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 27 
 
 Psalm xlii. 1, 2, 4, n. 
 
 N. Tate or N. Brady. 
 
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 i A S pants the hart, for cooling streams, 
 -^ When heated in the chase, 
 So longs my soul, O God, for thee, 
 And thy refreshing grace. 
 
 2 For thee, my God, the living God ! 
 
 My thirsty soul doth pine ; 
 O when shall I behold thy face, 
 Thou Majesty divine ! 
 
 3 I sigh, as oft my musing thoughts 
 
 Those happy days present, 
 When I, with crowds of pious friends, 
 Thy temple did frequent. 
 
28. 
 
 PSALM XLIV. 
 
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 27. CONTINUED 
 
 4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? 
 Trust God ; and he'll employ 
 His aid for thee, and change these sighs 
 To thankful hymns of joy. 
 
 28 
 
 Psalm xliv. 
 
 N. Tate or N. Brady. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 Mear. C. M. 
 
 A. Williams. 
 
 i f~\ LORD, our fathers oft have told 
 ^-^ In our attentive ears, 
 Thy wonders in their days performed, 
 And in more ancient years : 
 
 2 How thou, to plant them here, didst drive 
 
 The heathen from this land, 
 Afflicted by repeated strokes 
 Of thine avenging hand. 
 
 3 For not their courage, nor their sword, 
 
 To them possession gave ; 
 Nor strength that from unequal force 
 Their fainting troops could save, — 
 
 4 But thy right hand and powerful arm, 
 
 Whose succor they implored, — 
 Thy presence with the chosen race, 
 Who thy great name adored. 
 
 5 As thee their God our fathers owned, 
 
 So thou art still our King ; 
 O, therefore, as of old to them, 
 To us deliverance bring. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
25 
 
 PSALMS XLV, XL VI. 
 
 29, 30. 
 
 29 
 
 Psalm xlv. 3-5. 
 
 P. Doddridge. 
 
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 J. K. Paine. 
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 1 /^IRD on thy conquering sword, Ascend thy shining car; 
 And march, almighty Lord, To wage thy holy war : 
 
 Before his wheels, 
 In glad surprise, 
 
 |: Ye valleys rise, 
 And sink, ye hills. :|| 
 
 Fair truth, and smiling love, And injured righteousness, 
 Under thy banners move, And seek from thee redress : 
 
 Thou in their cause 
 Shalt prosperous ride, 
 
 |: And far and wide 
 Dispense thy laws. :|| 
 
 3 Before thine awful face Millions of foes shall fall, 
 
 The captives of thy grace, — The grace that conquers all : 
 The world shall know, ||: What wondrous things 
 
 Great King of kings, Thine arm can do. :|| 
 
 4 Here to my waiting soul Bend thy triumphant way ; 
 Here every fear control, And all thy power display : 
 
 My heart, thy throne, 
 Blest Jesus, see, 
 
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 To thee alone. :!| 
 
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 1 /^OD is the refuge of his saints, 
 
 ^-^ When storms of sharp distress invade 
 Ere we can offer our complaints, 
 Behold him present with his aid. 
 
31. 
 
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 UXBRIDGE. 
 
 Let mountains from their seats be hurled 
 Down to the deep, and buried there ; 
 
 Convulsions shake the solid world : 
 Our faith shall never yield to fear. 
 
 Loud may the troubled ocean roar — 
 In sacred peace our souls abide ; 
 
 While every nation, every shore, 
 
 Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 
 
 There is a stream whose gentle flow 
 
 Supplies the city of our God ; 
 Life, love and joy still gliding through, 
 
 And watering our divine abode. 
 
 That sacred stream, thy holy word, 
 Our grief allays, our fear controls ; 
 
 Sweet peace thy promises afford, 
 
 And give new strength to fainting souls. 
 
 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, 
 Secure against a threatening hour ; 
 
 Nor can her firm foundation move, 
 
 Built on his truth, and armed with power. 
 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 i r^OD is our refuge ever near, 
 ^-* Our help in tribulation : 
 Therefore his people shall not fear, 
 
 Amid a wrecked creation ; 
 Though mountains from their base be hurled, 
 And ocean shake the solid world, 
 The Lord is our salvation. 
 
 2 The stream that flows from Zion's hill, 
 Shall yet, serenely gliding, 
 With joy the holy city fill, 
 
 His presence there abiding : 
 The Lord, her glory and defence, 
 Will guard his chosen residence, 
 
 His timely aid providing. Amen. 
 
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 1 "PAR as thy name is known, 
 
 The world declares thy praise ; 
 Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne, 
 Their songs of honor raise. 
 
 2 Let strangers walk around 
 
 The city where we dwell, — 
 Compass and view thy holy ground, 
 And mark the building well, — 
 
 3 The order of thy house, 
 
 The worship of thy court, 
 The cheerful songs, the solemn vows,— 
 And make a fair report. 
 
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 4 How decent and how wise ! 
 
 How glorious to behold ! 
 Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, 
 And rites adorned with gold. 
 
 5 The God we worship now, 
 
 Will guide us till we die ; 
 Will be our God while here below, 
 And ours above the sky. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 Psalm xlviii. 1-3, 8, 9. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 St. Thomas, S. M. 
 
 A. Williams. 
 
 1 /^REAT is the Lord our God, 
 ^-* And let his praise be great ; 
 He makes his churches his abode, 
 
 His most delightful seat. 
 
 2 These temples of his grace, 
 
 How beautiful they stand ! 
 
 The honors of our native place, 
 
 And bulwarks of our land. 
 
 3 In Zion God is known, 
 
 A refuge in distress ; 
 How bright has his salvation shone 
 Through all her palaces ! 
 
 4 Oft have our fathers told, — 
 
 Our eyes have often seen, — 
 How well our God secures the fold, 
 Where his own sheep have been. 
 
2 9 
 
 PSALM LI. 
 
 34. 
 
 5 In every new distress 
 
 We'll to his house repair ; 
 We'll think upon his wondrous grace, 
 And seek deliverance there. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 i CHOW pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive! 
 ^ Let a repenting rebel live ! 
 Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
 May not a sinner trust in thee ? 
 
 2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass 
 The power and glory of thy grace ; 
 Great God, thy nature hath no bound ; 
 So let thy pardoning love be found. 
 
 3 O 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, 
 Against thy law, against thy grace : 
 Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, 
 I am condemned, but thou art clear. 
 
 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 
 I must pronounce thee just, in death ; 
 And if my soul were sent to hell, 
 
 Thy righteous law approves it well. 
 
 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, 
 Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, 
 Would light on some sweet promise there,— 
 Some sure support against despair. 
 
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35, 36. 
 
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 Psalm li 
 
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 9-12. 
 
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 i r~\ THOU that hear'st when sinners cry, 
 ^-^ Though all my crimes before thee lie, 
 Behold them 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. 
 
 3 I cannot live without thy light, 
 
 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, Lord, 
 His help and comfort still afford : 
 
 And let a wretch come near thy throne, 
 To plead the merits of thy Son. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 Psalm li. 17, 13, 14 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
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 1 A BROKEN heart, my God, my King, 
 -^ Is all the sacrifice I bring ; 
 
 The God of grace will ne'er despise 
 A broken heart for sacrifice. 
 
 2 My soul lies humbled in the dust. 
 And owns thy dreadful sentence just ; 
 Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, 
 And save the soul condemned to die. 
 
3i 
 
 PSALMS LI, LVIL 
 
 37, 38. 
 
 3 Then will I teach the world thy ways ; 
 Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace ; 
 I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, 
 And they shall praise a pardoning God. 
 
 4 O may thy love inspire my tongue ! 
 Salvation shall be all my song ; 
 And all my powers shall join to bless 
 The Lord, my strength and righteousness. 
 
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 ^ ' N. Tate or N. Brady. 
 
 Hereford. S. M. 
 
 L. Mason. 
 
 i A GAINST thee, Lord, alone, 
 **• And only in thy sight, 
 Have I transgressed ; and, though condemned, 
 Must own thy judgments right. 
 
 2 Blot out my grievous sins, 
 
 Nor me in anger view ; 
 Create in me a heart that's clean, 
 An upright mind renew. 
 
 3 Withdraw not thou thy help, 
 
 Nor cast me from thy sight, 
 Nor let thy Holy Spirit take 
 Its everlasting flight. A-men, 
 
 og Psalm Ivii. 1-3, 7-11. 
 
 ° I. Watts. 
 
 Nazareth. L. M. 
 
 J. Webbe. 
 
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 1 A/T Y God, in whom are all the springs 
 1V1 Qf boundless love and grace unknown ; 
 Hide me beneath thy spreading wings, 
 Till the dark cloud be over-blown. 
 
39- 
 
 PSALM LXI. 
 
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 38. CONTINUED. 
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 2 Up to the heavens I send my cry, 
 
 The Lord will my desires perform ; 
 He sends his angels from the sky, 
 And saves me from the threatening storm. 
 
 3 My heart is fixed ; my song shall raise 
 
 Immortal honors to thy name ; 
 Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, — 
 My tongue, the glory of my frame. 
 
 4 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, 
 
 And reaches to the utmost sky ; 
 His truth to endless years remains, 
 When lower worlds dissolve and die. 
 
 5 Be thou exalted, O my God, 
 
 Above the heavens where angels dwell ; 
 Thy power on earth be known abroad, 
 And land to land thy wonders tell. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 39 
 
 Psalm lxi. 1-6. 
 
 1. Watts. 
 
 Thatcher. S. M. 
 
 From Handel. 
 
 
 1 "YX THEN, overwhelmed with grief, 
 
 * * My heart within me dies, 
 Helpless, and far from all relief, 
 To heaven I lift mine eyes. 
 
 2 O lead me to the Rock 
 
 That's high above my head ; 
 And make the covert of thy wing, 
 My shelter and my shade. 
 
33 
 
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 40. 
 
 Within thy presence, Lord, 
 
 For ever I'll abide ; 
 Thou art the tower of my defence, 
 
 The refuge where I hide. 
 
 4 Thou givest me the lot 
 
 Of those that fear thy name ; 
 If endless life be their reward, 
 I shall possess the same. 
 
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 ■*- My soul, on God attend ; 
 And calmly confident look up, 
 Till he salvation send. 
 
 I shall his goodness see, 
 While on his name I call ; 
 
 He will defend and strengthen me 
 And I shall never fall. 
 
 3 Jesus, to thee I fly, 
 
 My refuge and my tower ; 
 Upon thy faithful love rely, 
 And find thy saving power. 
 
 4 Trust in the Lord alone, 
 Who aids us from above ; 
 In every strait surround his throne, 
 And hang upon his love. 
 
 A-men. 
 
4i, 42. 
 
 PSALM LXIII. 
 
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 Psalm Ixiii. i, 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 
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 All-Saints. L. M. 
 
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 OGOD, thou art my God alone ; 
 Early to thee my soul shall cry, — 
 A pilgrim in a land unknown, 
 
 A thirsty land whose springs are dry. 
 
 Yet, through this rough and thorny maze, 
 I follow hard on thee, my God ; 
 
 Thy hand unseen upholds my ways, 
 I safely tread where thou hast trod. 
 
 Thee, in the watches of the night, 
 When I remember on my bed, 
 
 Thy presence makes the darkness light ; 
 Thy guardian wings are round my head. 
 
 Better than life itself thy love, 
 
 Dearer than all beside to me ; 
 For whom have I in heaven above, 
 
 Or what on earth, compared with thee ? 
 
 Psalm lxiii. 1-4 
 
 Dunstan. C. M. 
 
 7. Hay. 
 
 i T7 ARLY, my God, without delay, 
 -*-" I haste to seek thy face ; 
 My thirsty spirit faints away, 
 Without thy cheering grace. 
 
35 
 
 PSALM LXV. 
 
 43- 
 
 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, 
 
 Beneath a burning sky, 
 Long for a cooling stream at hand, 
 And they must drink or die. 
 
 3 T've seen thy glory and thy power 
 
 Through all thy temple shine ; 
 My God, repeat that heavenly hour, 
 That vision so divine. 
 
 4 Not life itself, with all its joys, 
 
 Can my best passions move, 
 Or raise so high my cheerful voice, 
 As thy forgiving love. 
 
 5 Thus, till my last expiring day, 
 
 I'll bless my God and King ; 
 Thus will I lift my hands to pray, 
 And tune my lips to sing. 
 
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 S. Webbe. 
 
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 OTHOU, whose mercy bends the skies 
 To save when humble sinners pray ; 
 All lands to thee shall lift their eyes, 
 And distant islands of the sea. 
 
 2 Against my will my sins prevail, 
 
 But grace shall purge away their stain ; 
 The blood of Christ will never fail 
 To wash my garments white again. 
 
 3 Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose, 
 
 And give him kind access to thee : 
 Give him a place within thy house, 
 To taste thy love divinely free. 
 
44- 
 
 PSALM LXVII. 
 
 36 
 
 43. CONTINUED 
 
 NAZARETH. 
 
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 4 Soon shall the flocking nations run 
 To Zion's hill and own their Lord ; 
 The rising and the setting sun 
 Shall see the Saviour's name adored. 
 
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 1 C HINE on our land, Jehovah, shine, 
 ^ With beams of heavenly grace ; 
 Reveal thy power through all our courts, 
 
 And show thy smiling face. 
 
 2 When shall thy name, from shore to shore, 
 
 Sound all the earth abroad, 
 And distant nations know and love 
 Their Saviour and their God ? 
 
 3 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, 
 
 Sing loud with solemn voice ; 
 Let thankful tongues exalt his praise, 
 And thankful hearts rejoice. 
 
 4 Earth shall confess her Maker's 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. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
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 PSALMS LXVIL LXXI. 
 
 45, 46. 
 
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 ** N. Tate or N. Brady. 
 
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 1 '"TO bless thy chosen race, 
 
 -*- In mercy, Lord, incline ; 
 And cause the brightness of thy face 
 On all thy saints to shine ; — 
 
 2 That so thy wondrous way 
 
 May through the world be known ; 
 While distant lands their tribute pay, 
 And thy salvation own. 
 
 3 O let them shout and sing, 
 
 With joy and pious mirth ; 
 For thou, the righteous Judge and King, 
 Shalt govern all the earth. 
 
 4 Let differing nations join 
 
 To celebrate thy fame ; 
 Let all the world, O Lord, combine 
 To praise thy glorious name. 
 
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 Psalm lxxi. 1, 5, 9, 22-24. 
 
 M. Bruce. 
 
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 Scottish. 
 
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 1 A LMIGHTY Father of mankind ! 
 -*-*■ On thee my hopes remain ; 
 And when the day of trouble comes, 
 
 I shall not trust in vain. 
 
 2 In early years, thou wast my guide, 
 
 And of my youth, the friend ; 
 
 And as my days began with thee, 
 
 With thee my days shall end. 
 
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 46. CONTINUED. 
 
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 3 I know the Power in whom I trust, 
 
 The arm on which I lean ; 
 He will my Saviour ever be, 
 Who has my Saviour been. 
 
 4 Thou wilt not cast me off, when age 
 
 And evil days descend ; 
 Thou wilt not leave me in despair, 
 To mourn my latter end. 
 
 5 Therefore, in life I'll trust in thee ; 
 
 In death I will adore ; 
 And after death will sing thy praise, 
 When time shall be no more. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 a*j Psalm lxxi. 14-16, 22-24. 
 
 ^"' I. Watts. 
 
 Invitation. C. M. D. 
 
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 1V1 When I begin thy praise, 
 Where will the growing numbers end, — 
 
 The numbers of thy grace ? 
 Thou art my everlasting trust ; 
 
 Thy goodness I adore ; 
 And since I knew thy graces first, 
 
 I speak thy glories more. 
 
39 
 
 PSALM LXXII. 
 
 4 8. 
 
 My feet shall travel all the length 
 
 Of the celestial road ; 
 And march, with courage, in thy strength, 
 
 To see my Father God. 
 When I am filled with sore distress 
 
 For some surprising sin, 
 I'll plead thy perfect righteousness ; 
 
 And mention none but thine. 
 
 How will my lips rejoice to tell 
 
 The victories of my King ! 
 My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, 
 
 Shall thy salvation sing. 
 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers ! 
 
 With this delightful song, 
 I'll entertain the darkest hours, 
 
 Nor think the season long. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 4g Psalm lxxii. 17, 15, 8, 4, 19. 
 
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 1 T ESUS shall reign where'er the sun 
 J Does his successive journeys run ; 
 His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
 Till moons shall wax and wane no more, 
 
 2 For him shall endless prayer be made, 
 And praises throng to crown his head ; 
 His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise 
 With every morning sacrifice. 
 
 3 People and realms of every tongue 
 Dwell on his love with sweetest song; 
 And infant voices shall proclaim 
 Their early blessings on his name. 
 
49- 
 
 PSALM LXXII. 
 
 40 
 
 CONTINUED. 
 
 MISSIONARY CHANT. 
 
 4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns ; 
 The prisoner leaps to loose his chains ; 
 The weary find eternal rest, 
 
 And all the sons of want are blest. 
 
 5 Let every creature rise, and bring 
 Peculiar honors to our King ; 
 Angels descend with songs again, 
 And earth repeat the loud Amen. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
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 •*--*• Great David's greater Son ! 
 Hail, in the time appointed, 
 
 His reign on earth begun ! 
 He comes to break oppression, 
 
 To set the captive free, 
 To take away transgression, 
 
 And rule in equity. 
 
 2 He shall come down, like showers 
 Upon the fruitful earth, 
 And love, and joy, like flowers, 
 Spring in his path to birth : 
 
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 50. 
 
 Before him on the mountains, 
 Shall peace, the herald, go ; 
 
 And righteousness, in fountains, 
 From hill to valley flow. 
 
 For him shall prayer unceasing 
 
 And daily vows ascend ; 
 His kingdom still increasing, — 
 
 A kingdom without end : 
 The tide of time shall never 
 
 His covenant remove ; 
 His name shall stand for ever : 
 
 That name to us is — Love. 
 
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 i /^OD, my supporter and my hope, 
 ^^ My help for ever 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, while this earth is my abode, 
 I long for none but thee. 
 
 4 What if the springs of life were broke, 
 
 And flesh and heart should faint? 
 God is my soul's eternal rock, 
 The strength of every saint. 
 
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 PSALM LXXXIV. 
 
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 i T3LEASANT are thy courts above, 
 J- In the land of light and love ; 
 Pleasant are thy courts below, 
 In this land of sin and woe. 
 O, my spirit longs and faints, 
 For the converse of thy saints, 
 For the brightness of thy face, 
 For thy fulness, God of grace. 
 
 2 Happy birds that sing and fly 
 Round thy altars, O Most High ! 
 Happier souls that find a rest 
 
 In a heavenly Father's breast ! 
 
 Like the wandering dove, that found 
 
 No repose on earth around, 
 
 They can to their ark repair 
 
 And enjoy it ever there. 
 
 3 Happy souls ! their praises flow 
 Even in this vale of woe ; 
 Waters in the desert rise, 
 Manna feeds them from the skies ; 
 On they go from strength to strength, 
 Till they reach thy throne at length, 
 At thy feet adoring fall, 
 
 Who hast led them safe through all. 
 
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 PSALM LXXXIV. 
 
 52. 
 
 Lord ! be mine this prize to win ! 
 Guide me through a world of sin ; 
 Keep me by thy saving grace ; 
 Give me at thy side a place : 
 Sun and shield alike thou art ; 
 Guide and guard my erring heart ! 
 Grace and glory flow from thee ; 
 Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me ! 
 
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 1 T ORD of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair 
 -L-' The dwellings of thy love, Thine earthly temples are ! 
 
 With warm desires 
 To see my God. 
 
 To thine abode 
 My heart aspires, 
 
 2 The sparrow for her young With pleasure seeks a nest ; 
 And wandering swallows long To find their wonted rest : 
 
 My spirit faints 
 With equal zeal, 
 
 To rise and dwell 
 Among thy saints. 
 
 3 O happy souls, that pray Where God appoints to hear ! 
 O happy msn, that pay Their constant service there! 
 
 They praise thee still ; 
 And happy they 
 
 That love the way 
 To Zion's hill. 
 
 4 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark 
 vale of tears, 
 Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears. 
 
 Shall thither bring 
 
 O glorious seat, 
 When God our King 
 
 Our Avilling feet 
 
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 -L* The gospel's joyful sound ; 
 
 Peace shall attend the path they go, 
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 2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up, 
 
 Through their Redeemer's name ; 
 His righteousness exalts their hope, 
 1 :: Nor Satan dares condemn. ::|| 
 
 3 The Lord, our glory and defence, 
 
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 Israel ! thy King for ever reigns, 
 [:: Thy God for ever lives. ::[ 
 
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 1 HPHE mercies of my God and King 
 
 •*- My tongue shall still pursue ; 
 Oh ! happy they who, while they sing 
 Those mercies, share them too. 
 
 2 As bright and lasting as the sun, 
 
 As lofty as the sky, 
 From age to age thy word shall run, 
 And chance and change defy. 
 
45 PSALM XC. 55 . 
 
 3 The covenant of the King of kings 
 
 Shall stand for ever sure ; 
 Beneath the shadow of thy wings 
 Thy saints repose secure. 
 
 4 Thine is the earth, and thine the skies, 
 
 Created at thy will ; 
 The waves at thy command arise, 
 At thy command are still. 
 
 5 In earth below, in heaven above, 
 
 Who — who is Lord like thee ? 
 O spread the gospel of thy love 
 Till all thy glory see. ' A -men. 
 
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 1 f~\ GOD, our help in ages past, 
 ^^ Our hope for years to come, 
 Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
 And our eternal home ! 
 
 2 Before the hills in order stood, 
 
 Or earth received her frame, 
 From everlasting thou art God, 
 To endless years the same. 
 
 3 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, 
 
 " Return, ye sons of men ; " 
 All nations rose from earth at first, 
 And turn to earth again. 
 
 4 A thousand ages in thy sight 
 
 Are like an evening gone ; 
 Short as the watch that ends the night, 
 Before the rising dawn. 
 
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 PSALM XC. 
 
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 5 Our God, our help in ages past, 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 Be thou our guard while troubles last, 
 And our eternal home. 
 
 
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 Storl. Arr. Mendelssohn. 
 
 1 Q GOD, the Rock of ages, 
 ^S Who evermore hast been, 
 What time the tempest rages, 
 
 Our dwelling-place serene. 
 Before thy first creations, 
 
 O Lord, the same as now, 
 To endless generations, 
 
 The Everlasting, thou! 
 
 2 Our years are like the shadows 
 
 On sunny hills that lie, 
 Or grasses in the meadows 
 
 That blossom but to die ; 
 A sleep, a dream, a story 
 
 By strangers quickly told, 
 An unremaining glory 
 
 Of things that soon are old. 
 
47 
 
 PSALM XCI. 
 
 57- 
 
 O thou who canst not slumber, 
 
 Whose light grows never pale, 
 Teach us aright to number 
 
 Our years before they fail ! 
 On us thy mercy lighten, 
 
 On us thy goodness rest, 
 And let thy Spirit brighten 
 
 The hearts thyself hast blessed ! 
 
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 i T^HERE is a safe and secret place 
 ■*■ Beneath the wings divine, 
 Reserved for all the heirs of grace : 
 O, be that refuge mine ! 
 
 2 The least and feeblest there may bide 
 
 Uninjured and una wed ; 
 While thousands fall on every side, 
 He rests secure in God. 
 
 3 The angels watch him on his way, 
 
 And aid with friendly arm ; 
 
 And Satan, roaring for his prey, 
 
 May hate, but cannot harm. 
 
 4 He feeds in pastures large and fair 
 
 Of love and truth divine ; 
 O child of God, O glory's heir, 
 How rich a lot is thine ! 
 
 5 A hand almighty to defend, 
 An ear for every call, 
 An honored life, a peaceful end, 
 And heaven to crown it all ! 
 
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 PSALM XCI. 
 
 48 
 
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 J. Montgomery. 
 
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 7. Zundel. 
 
 CALL Jehovah thy salvation, 
 Rest beneath th' Almighty's shade; 
 In his secret habitation, 
 
 Dwell, nor ever be dismayed : 
 There no tumult can alarm thee, 
 
 Thou shalt dread no hidden snare; 
 Guile nor violence can harm thee, 
 In eternal safeguard there. 
 
 From the sword at noonday wasting, 
 
 From the noisome pestilence 
 In the depth of midnight blasting, 
 
 God shall be thy sure defense : 
 Fear not thou the deadly quiver, 
 
 When a thousand feel the blow ; 
 Mercy shall thy soul deliver, 
 
 Though ten thousand be laid low. 
 
 Since, with pure and firm affection, 
 
 Thou on God hast set thy love, 
 With the wings of his protection, 
 
 He will shield thee from above ; 
 Thou shalt call on him in trouble, 
 
 He will hearken, he will save ; 
 Here, for grief reward thee double, 
 
 Crown with life beyond the grave. 
 
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 PSALM XCII. 
 
 59, 60. 
 
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 -5, 10-12 
 
 Missionary Chant. L. M. 
 
 C. Zeuner. 
 
 i CWEET is the work, my God, my King, 
 ^ To praise thy name, give thanks and sing, 
 To show thy love by morning light, 
 And talk of all thy truth at night. 
 
 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 
 
 No mortal care shall seize my breast ; 
 O may my heart in tune be found, 
 Like David's harp of solemn sound ! 
 
 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, 
 And bless his works, and bless his word ; 
 Thy works of grace, how bright they shine ! 
 How deep thy counsels ! how divine ! 
 
 4 But I shall share a glorious part, 
 When grace hath well refined my heart, 
 And fresh supplies of joy are shed, 
 Like holy oil to cheer my head. 
 
 5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know 
 All I desire or wish below ; 
 And every power find sweet employ, 
 In that eternal world of joy. 
 
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 ^ Thy glorious acts to sing, 
 To praise thy name, and hear thy word, 
 And grateful offerings bring. 
 
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 2 Sweet, at the dawning light, 
 
 Thy boundless love to tell ; 
 And when approach the shades of night, 
 Still on the theme to dwell. 
 
 3 Sweet, on this day of rest, 
 
 To join in heart and voice 
 With those who love and serve thee best, 
 And in thy name rejoice. 
 
 4 To songs of praise and joy 
 
 Be every Sabbath given, 
 That such may be our blest employ 
 Eternally in heaven. 
 
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 1 HPHE Lord Jehovah reigns, And royal state maintains,- 
 
 -*- His head with awful glories crowned ; 
 Arrayed in robes of light, Begirt with sovereign might, 
 And rays of majesty around. 
 
 2 Upheld by thy commands, The world securely stands, 
 
 And skies and stars obey thy word ; 
 Thy throne was fixed on high Before the starry sky ; 
 Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord ! 
 
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 3 Let floods and nations rage, And all their powers engage ; 
 Let swelling tides assault the sky : 
 The terrors of thy frown Shall beat their madness down ; 
 Thy throne forever stands on high. 
 
 4 Thy promises are true, Thy grace is ever new ; 
 There fixed, thy church shall ne'er remove ; 
 Thy saints, with holy fear, Shall in thy courts appear, 
 And sing thine everlasting love. 
 
 
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 1 r*OME, sound his praise abroad, 
 ^ And hymns of glory sing ; 
 Jehovah is the sovereign God, 
 The universal King. 
 
 2 He formed the deeps unknown ; 
 He gave the seas their bound ; 
 The watery worlds are all his own, 
 And all the solid ground. 
 
 3 Come, worship at his throne ; 
 Come, bow before the Lord : 
 We are his work, and not our own ; 
 He formed us by his word. 
 
 4 To-day attend his voice, 
 
 Nor dare provoke his rod ; 
 Come, like the people of his choice, 
 And own your gracious God. 
 
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 1 T^H' Almighty reigns, exalted high 
 
 *■ O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky ; 
 Though clouds and darkness veil his feet, 
 His dwelling is the mercy-seat. 
 
 2 O ye that love his holy name, 
 Hate every work of sin and shame ; 
 He guards the souls of all his friends, 
 And from the snares of hell defends. 
 
 3 Immortal light, and joys unknown, 
 Are for the saints in darkness sown ; 
 Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise, 
 And the bright harvest bless our eyes. 
 
 4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record 
 The sacred honors of the Lord ; 
 None but the soul that feels his grace 
 Can triumph in his holiness. 
 
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 -*- -*■ Praise him in evangelic strains : 
 Let the whole earth in songs rejoice, 
 And distant islands join their voice. 
 
 Deep are his counsels and unknown, 
 But grace and truth support his throne ; 
 Though gloomy clouds his way surround, 
 Justice is their eternal ground. 
 
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 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 T O Y to the world ! the Lord is come ■ 
 J Let earth receive her King ; 
 
 Let every heart prepare him room, 
 1 :: And heaven and nature sing. ::|| 
 
 2 Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns ; 
 
 Let men their songs employ ; 
 While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains 
 [:: Repeat the sounding joy. ::[ 
 
 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, 
 
 Nor thorns infest the ground ; 
 He comes to make his blessings flow 
 I :: Far as the curse is found. ::|| 
 
 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 
 
 And makes the nations prove 
 The glories of his righteousness, 
 I:: And wonders of his love. ::|| 
 
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 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
 Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; 
 Know that the Lord is God alone, 
 He can create, and he destroy. 
 
 His sovereign power, without our aid, 
 Made us of clay, and formed us men ; 
 
 And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, 
 He brought us to his fold again. 
 
 We are his people, we his care, — 
 Our souls and all our mortal frame : 
 
 What lasting honors shall we rear, 
 Almighty Maker, to thy name ? 
 
 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs ; 
 
 High as the heavens our voices raise ; 
 And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
 
 Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 
 
 Wide as the world is thy command, 
 
 Vast as eternity, thy love ; 
 Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, 
 
 When rolling years shall cease to move. 
 
 
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 WITH one consent, let all the earth 
 To God their cheerful voices raise ; 
 Glad homage pay, with awful mirth, 
 And sing before him songs of praise : — 
 
 Convinced that he is God alone, 
 
 From whom both we and all proceed ; 
 
 We, whom he chooses for his own, 
 
 The flock which he vouchsafes to feed. 
 
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 O enter then his temple gate, 
 
 Thence to his courts devoutly press ; 
 And still your grateful hymns repeat, 
 
 And still his name with praises bless. 
 
 For he's the Lord — supremely good, 
 
 His mercy is forever sure ; 
 His truth, which always firmly stood, 
 
 To endless ages shall endure. 
 
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 i HPH ROUGH endless years thou art the same, 
 -*- O thou eternal God ! 
 Ages to come shall know thy name, 
 And tell thy works abroad. 
 
 2 The strong foundations of the earth, 
 Of old by thee were laid ; 
 By thee the beauteous arch of heaven 
 With matchless skill was made. 
 
 3 Soon shall this goodly frame of things 
 
 Formed by thy powerful hand, 
 Be, like a vesture, laid aside, 
 And changed at thy command. 
 
 4 But thy perfections all divine, 
 
 Eternal as thy days, 
 Through everlasting ages shine, 
 With undiminished rays. 
 
 5 Our children's children, still thy care, 
 
 Shall own their fathers' God ; 
 To latest times thy favor share, 
 And spread thy praise abroad. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 1 'THE Lord will raise Jerusalem, 
 
 -L And stand in glory there ; 
 Nations shall bow before his name, 
 And kings attend with fear. 
 
 2 He sits a sovereign on his throne, 
 
 With pity in his eyes ; 
 He hears the dying prisoners' groan, 
 And sees their sighs arise. 
 
 3 He frees the souls condemned to death ; 
 
 Nor when his saints complain, 
 Shall it be said, that praying breath 
 Was ever spent in vain. 
 
 4 This shall be known when we are dead, 
 
 And left on long record, 
 That ages yet unborn may read, 
 And trust and praise the Lord. 
 
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 ^-^ Let all within me join, 
 
 And aid my tongue to bless his name, 
 Whose favors are divine. 
 
 2 O bless the Lord, my soul ! 
 
 Nor let his mercies lie 
 Forgotten in unthankfulness, 
 And without praises die. 
 
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 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins ; 
 
 'Tis he relieves thy pain ; 
 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, 
 And makes thee young again. 
 
 4 He crowns thy life with love, 
 
 When ransomed from the grave ; 
 He that redeemed my soul from hell, 
 Hath sovereign power to save. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
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 i TV/T Y soul, repeat his praise, 
 lVl Whose mercies are so great ; 
 Whose anger is so slow to rise, 
 So ready to abate. 
 
 2 High as the heavens are raised 
 
 Above the ground we tread, 
 So far the riches of his grace 
 Our highest thoughts exceed. 
 
 3 His power subdues our sins, 
 
 And his forgiving love, 
 Far as the east is from the west, 
 Doth all our guilt remove. 
 
 4 The pity of the Lord, 
 
 To those who fear his name, 
 Is such as tender parents feel ; 
 He knows our feeble frame. 
 
 5 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. 
 
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 To endless years endure ; 
 And children's children ever find 
 Thy words of promise sure. 
 
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 ^-J The fountain of eternal love ; 
 Whose mercy firm through ages past 
 
 || : Hath stood, and shall for ever last. :|| 
 
 2 Who can his mighty deeds express, 
 Not only vast, but numberless ? 
 What mortal eloquence can raise 
 
 I : His tribute of immortal praise ? :|| 
 
 3 Extend to me that favor, Lord ! 
 Thou to thy chosen dost afford ; 
 When thou return'st to set them free, 
 
 J : Let thy salvation visit me. :| 
 
 4 O render thanks to God above, 
 The fountain of eternal love ; 
 Whose mercy firm through ages past 
 
 || : Hath stood, and shall for ever last. :|| 
 
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 ^-^ Its thankful tribute to present ; 
 And, with my heart, my voice I'll raise 
 To thee, my God, in songs of praise. 
 
 2 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound 
 To all the listening nations round : 
 Thy mercy highest heaven transcends, ' 
 Thy truth beyond the clouds extends. 
 
 3 Be thou, O God, exalted high ; 
 And, as thy glory fills the sky, 
 So let it be on earth displayed, 
 Till thou art here, as there, obeyed. 
 
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 J- When I for help implored ; 
 
 He rescued me from all my fear ; 
 
 Therefore I love the Lord. 
 Return, my soul, unto thy rest ; 
 
 From God no longer roam ; 
 His hand hath bountifully blest, 
 
 His goodness called thee home. 
 
 2 What shall I render unto thee, 
 
 My Saviour in distress, 
 For all thy benefits to me, 
 So great and numberless ? 
 
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 This will I do, for thy love's sake, 
 
 And thus thy love proclaim : 
 Salvation's sacred cup I'll take, 
 
 And call upon thy name. 
 3 Thou God of covenanted grace ! 
 
 Hear and record my vow, — 
 While in thy courts I seek thy face 
 
 And at thy altar bow : 
 Henceforth myself to thee I give, 
 
 With single heart -and eye, _ 
 To walk before thee while I live, 
 
 And bless thee when I die. 
 
 
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 1 T^ROM all that dwell below the skies, 
 -F 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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 i HHH IS is the day the Lord hath made ; 
 •*■ He calls the hours his own ; 
 Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, 
 And praise surround the throne. 
 
 2 To-day he rose, and left the dead, 
 
 AndL Satan's empire fell ; 
 To-day the saints his triumph spread, 
 And all his wonders tell. 
 
 3 Hosanna to th' anointed King", 
 
 To David's holy Son ; 
 Help us, O Lord, — descend, and bring 
 Salvation from thy throne. 
 
 4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men 
 
 With messages of grace ; 
 Who comes, in God his Father's name, 
 To save our sinful race. 
 
 5 Hosanna in the highest strains 
 
 The church on earth can raise ; 
 The highest heavens in which he reigns, 
 Shall give him nobler praise. 
 
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 For wondrous things are brought to pass 
 By his almighty arm. 
 
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 2 Then open wide the temple gates 
 
 To which the just repair, 
 
 That I may enter in and praise 
 
 My great Deliverer there. 
 
 3 That which the builders once refused 
 
 Is now the Corner-stone ; 
 This is the wondrous work of God, 
 The work of God alone. 
 
 4 This day is God's ; let all the lands 
 
 Exalt their cheerful voice : 
 ' Lord, we beseech thee, save us now, 
 And make us still rejoice." 
 
 5 O then with me give thanks to God, 
 
 Who still doth gracious prove ; 
 And let the tribute of our praise 
 Be endless as his love. 
 
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 ^ The builders did refuse ! 
 Yet God hath built his church thereon, 
 In spite of envious Jews. 
 
 2 The work, O Lord, is thine, 
 And wondrous in our eyes ; 
 This day declares it all divine ; 
 This day did Jesus rise. 
 
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 3 This is the glorious day 
 
 That our Redeemer made : 
 Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray ; 
 Let all the church be glad. 
 
 4 Hosanna to the King 
 
 Of David's royal blood ! 
 Bless him, ye saints ! — he comes to bring 
 Salvation from your God. 
 
 5 We bless thy holy word, 
 
 Which all this grace displays ; 
 And offer on thine altar, Lord, 
 Our sacrifice of praise. 
 
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 i TORD, I have made thy word my choice, 
 •*— ' My lasting heritage ; 
 There shall my noblest powers rejoice, 
 My warmest thoughts engage. 
 
 2 I'll read the histories of thy love, 
 
 And keep thy laws in sight, 
 While through thy promises I rove, 
 With ever fresh delight. 
 
 3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, 
 
 Where springs of life arise ; 
 Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, 
 And hidden glory lies. 
 
 4 The best relief that mourners have, 
 
 It makes our sorrows blest ; — 
 Our fairest hope beyond the grave, 
 And our eternal rest. 
 
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 ^^ To keep his statutes still ! 
 O that my God would grant me grace 
 To know and do his will ! 
 
 2 O send thy Spirit down to write 
 
 Thy law upon my heart ; 
 Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 
 Nor act the liar's part. 
 
 3 Order my footsteps by thy word, 
 
 And make my heart sincere : 
 Let sin have no dominion, Lord, 
 But keep my conscience clear. 
 
 4 Make me to walk in thy commands, 
 
 'Tis a delightful road ; 
 Nor let my head, or heart, or hands 
 Offend against my God. 
 
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 ^-J 'Tis daily my delight ; 
 And thence my meditations draw 
 
 Divine advice by night. 
 
 2 My waking eyes prevent the day, 
 
 To meditate thy word : 
 My soul with longing melts away, 
 To hear thy gospel, Lord ! 
 
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 3 How doth thy word my heart engage ! 
 
 How well employ my tongue ! 
 And, in my tiresome pilgrimage, 
 Yields me a heavenly song. 
 
 4 Am I a stranger, or at home — 
 
 'Tis my perpetual feast ; 
 Not honey, dropping from the comb, 
 So much allures the taste. 
 
 5 No treasures so enrich the mind ; 
 
 Nor shall thy word be sold 
 
 For loads of silver well refined, 
 
 Or heaps of choicest gold. 
 
 6 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, 
 
 Thy promises of grace 
 Are pillars to support my hope, — 
 And there I write thy praise. 
 
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 ^ The God that built the skies, And earth and nature 
 made : 
 
 God is the tower 
 To which I fly ; 
 
 His grace is nigh 
 In every hour. 
 
 2 My feet shall never slide, Nor fall in fatal snares, 
 
 Since God, my guard and guide, Defends me from my fears : 
 
 Those wakeful eyes, 
 That never sleep, 
 
 Shall Israel keep 
 When dangers rise. 
 
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 3 No burning heats by day, Nor blasts of evening air, 
 Shall take my health away, If God be with me there 
 
 To guard my head 
 By night or noon. 
 
 Thou art my sun 
 And thou my shade 
 4 Hast thou not given thy word To save my soul from 
 death ? 
 And I can trust my Lord To keep my mortal breath ; 
 
 I'll go and come, 
 Nor fear to die, 
 
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 Thou call me home. 
 
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 HOW pleased and blest was I, To hear the people cry,- 
 " Come, let us seek our God to-day ! " 
 Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zion's hill, 
 
 And there our vows and honors pay. 
 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorned with wondrous grace, 
 
 And walls of strength embrace thee round ; 
 In thee our tribes appear To pray, and praise, and hear 
 The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 
 
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 3 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait 
 
 To bless the soul of every guest : 
 The man that seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, 
 A thousand blessings on him rest ! 
 
 4 My tongue repeats her vows, — " Peace to this sacred 
 
 house! " 
 For here my friends and kindred dwell : 
 And since my glorious God Makes thee his blest 
 
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 My soul shall ever love thee well. 
 
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 -L That calls me to thy hallowed dome, 
 
 Thy presence to adore ; 
 My feet the summons shall attend, 
 With willing steps thy courts ascend, 
 
 And tread the sacred floor. 
 
 2 With jov shall I behold the day, 
 That calls my thirsting soul away, — 
 
 To dwell among the blest ! 
 For, lo ! my great Redeemer's power 
 Unfolds the everlasting door, 
 
 And leads me to his rest ! 
 
 3 Ev'n now, to my expecting eyes, 
 
 The heaven-built towers of Salem rise; 
 Ev'n now. with glad survey, 
 
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 And shine with cloudless day. 
 
 4 Hither, from earth's remotest end, 
 Lo ! the redeemed of God ascend, 
 
 Their tribute hither bring ; 
 Here, crowned with everlasting joy, 
 In hymns of praise their tongues employ, 
 
 And hail th' immortal King. 
 
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 His blessing on them rests, Like freshening dew from heaven, 
 And succor from his throne In all their need is given : 
 Omnipotence shall guard them well, 
 |: And peace remain on Israel. :|| 
 
 One like the Son of God Is walking at their side, 
 When by the fervid flame And fiery furnace tried ; 
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 And he who sows with many a tear, 
 Shall reap with many a song. 
 
 Sad to his toil he goes, 
 
 His seed with weeping leaves ; 
 But he shall come, at twilight's close, 
 
 And bring his golden sheaves. 
 
 
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 ^-^ To thee, O Lord, to thee ; 
 Before thy throne of grace I fall, 
 Be merciful to me. 
 
 2 Out of the deep I cry, 
 The woeful deep of sin, 
 Of evil done in days gone by, 
 Of evil now within. 
 
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 And dread of coming shame, 
 From morning watch till night is near 
 I plead the precious Name. 
 
 4 Lord, there is mercy now, 
 
 As ever was with thee ; 
 Before thy throne of grace I bow, 
 Be merciful to me. 
 
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 1 OUT of the deeps of long distress, 
 ^ The borders of despair, 
 
 I sent my cries to seek thy grace, — 
 My groans to move thine ear. 
 
 2 Great God, should thy severer eye, 
 
 And thine impartial hand, 
 Mark and revenge iniquity, 
 No mortal flesh could stand. 
 
 3 But there are pardons with my God, 
 
 For crimes of high degree ; 
 Thy Son has bought them with his blood, 
 To draw us near to thee. 
 
 4 I wait for thy salvation, Lord, 
 
 With strong desires I wait ; 
 My soul, invited by thy word, 
 Stands watching at thy gate. 
 
7i 
 
 PSALM CXXXIL 
 
 89. 
 
 5 Then in the Lord let Israel trust, 
 Let Israel seek his face ; 
 The Lord is good, as well as just, 
 And plenteous is his grace. 
 
 A -men. 
 
 gg Psalm cxxxii. S, 13-18. 
 
 ^ /. Watts. 
 
 St. Martin's. C. M. 
 
 W. Tansur. 
 
 i A RISE, O King of grace, arise, 
 ^*- And enter to thy rest ; 
 Lo ! thy -church waits, with longing eyes, 
 Thus to be owned and blest. 
 
 2 Enter, with all thy glorious train, — 
 
 Thy Spirit and thy word ; 
 All that the ark did once contain 
 Could no such grace afford. 
 
 3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows ; 
 
 Here let thy praise be spread : 
 Bless the provisions of thy house, 
 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, 
 And shame confound his foes. 
 
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90, pi. 
 
 PSALMS CXXXfff, CXXXVII. 
 
 72 
 
 Psalm cxxxiii 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 Dennis. S. M. 
 
 J. G. Nageli. 
 
 1 OLEST are the sons of peace, 
 
 *-* Whose hearts and hopes are one ; 
 Whose kind designs to serve and please, 
 Through all their actions run. 
 
 2 Blest is the pious house, 
 
 Where zeal and friendship meet ; 
 Their songs of praise, their mingled vows 
 Make their communion sweet. 
 
 3 Thus when on Aaron's head 
 
 They poured the rich perfume, 
 The oil through all his raiment spread, 
 And pleasure filled the room. 
 
 4 Thus on the heavenly hills 
 
 The saints are blest above, 
 Where joy like morning dew distills, 
 And all the air is love. 
 
 91 
 
 Psalm cxxxvii. 
 
 T. Dwight. 
 
 1, 5-7. 
 
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 -■- The house of thine abode, 
 The church our blest Redeemer saved 
 With his own precious blood. 
 
 I love thy church, O God ! 
 
 Her walls before thee stand, 
 Dear as the apple of thine eye, 
 
 And graven on thy hand. 
 
73 
 
 PSALM CXXXVII. 
 
 92. 
 
 3 For her my tears shall fall ; 
 For her my prayers ascend ; 
 To her my cares and toils be given, 
 Till toils and cares shall end. 
 
 4 Beyond my highest joy 
 
 i prize her heavenly ways, 
 Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 
 Her hymns of love and praise. 
 
 5 Jesus, thou Friend divine, 
 
 Our Saviour, and our King, 
 Thy hand from every snare and foe, 
 Shall great deliverance bring. 
 
 6 Sure as thy truth shall last, 
 
 To Zion shall be given 
 The brightest glories earth can yield, 
 And brighter bliss ot heaven. 
 
 Q2 Psalm cxxxvii. 1-4. 
 
 " H. F. Lyte. 
 
 Chebar. S. M. 
 H. J. Gauntlett. 
 
 1 "PAR from my heavenly home, 
 -■- Far from my Father's breast, 
 Fainting, I cry, " Blest Spirit, come, 
 
 And speed me to my rest! " 
 
 2 Upon the willows long 
 
 My harp has silent hung ; 
 How should I sing a cheerful song, 
 Till thou inspire my tongue? 
 
 3 My spirit homeward turns, 
 
 And fain would thither flee : 
 My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns, 
 When I remember thee. 
 
93- 
 
 PSALM CXXXIX. 
 
 74 
 
 CONTINUED 
 
 CHEBAR. 
 
 4 To thee, to thee I press — 
 
 A dark and toilsome road : 
 When shall I pass the wilderness, 
 And reach the saints' abode? 
 
 5 God of my life, be near ; 
 
 On thee my hopes I cast : 
 O guide me through the desert here, 
 And bring me home at last ! 
 
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 -*- In vain my soul would try 
 To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee 
 The notice of thine eye. 
 
 2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys 
 
 My rising and my rest, 
 My public walks, my private ways, 
 And secrets of my breast. 
 
 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 
 
 Before they're formed within ; 
 And ere my lips pronounce the word, 
 He knows the sense I mean. 
 
 4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high ! 
 
 Where can a creature hide ? 
 Within thy circling arm I lie, 
 Beset on every side. 
 
75 
 
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 94, 95- 
 
 5 So let thy grace surround me still, 
 And like a bulwark prove, 
 To guard my soul from every ill, 
 Secured by sovereign love. 
 
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 " "*" /. Watts. 
 
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 Armagh. C. M. 
 
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 i CWEET is the memory of thy grace, 
 ^ My God, my heavenly King ! 
 Let age to age thy righteousness, 
 In sounds of glory, sing. 
 
 2 God reigns on high, but not confines 
 
 His goodness to the skies ; 
 Through the whole earth his bounty shines, 
 And every want supplies. 
 
 3 How kind are thy compassions, Lord ! 
 
 How slow thine anger moves! 
 But soon he sends his pardoning word, 
 To cheer the souls he loves. 
 
 4 Creatures, with all their endless race, 
 
 Thy power and praise proclaim ; 
 But saints, that taste thy richer grace, 
 Delight to bless thy name. 
 
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 J. B. Dykes. 
 
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 *y*- Shall fill the remnant of my days ; 
 Thy grace employ my humble tongue, 
 Till death and glory raise the song. 
 
9 6. 
 
 PSALM CXLVI. 
 
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 CONTINUED. 
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 THANKSGIVING. 
 
 The wings of every hour shall bear 
 Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; 
 And every setting sun shall see 
 New works of duty, done for thee. 
 
 Let distant times and nations raise 
 The long succession of thy praise ; 
 And unborn ages make my song 
 The joy and labor of their tongue. 
 
 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds ? 
 Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds : 
 Vast and unsearchable thy ways, — 
 Vast and immortal be thy praise. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 96 
 
 Psalm cxlvi. 
 
 1. Watts. 
 
 Corner-stone. L. P. M. 
 
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 My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
 While life, and thought, and being last, 
 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
 On Israel's God ; — he made the sky, 
 
 And earth, and seas, with all their train 
 
77 PSALM CXLVIII. 97 
 
 His truth forever stands secure ; 
 He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor ; 
 And none shall find his promise vain. 
 
 3 He loves his saints, — he knows them well, 
 But turns the wicked down to hell : 
 
 Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ; 
 Let every tongue, let every age, 
 In this exalted work engage : 
 
 Praise him in everlasting strains. 
 
 4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, 
 And, when my voice is lost in death. 
 
 Praise shall employ my nobler powers : 
 My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
 While life, and thought, and being last, 
 
 Or immortality endures. 
 
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 2 Wide as his vast dominion lies, 
 
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 Loud as his thunder shout his praise, 
 And sound it lofty as his throne. 
 
 3 Jehovah — 'tis a glorious word ! 
 
 O may it dwell on every tongue ! 
 But saints, who best have known the Lord, 
 Are bound to raise the noblest song. 
 
 Speak of the wonders of that love, 
 Which Gabriel plays on every chord ; 
 
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 2 Jesus, our Lord, arise, 
 
 Scatter our enemies, Now make them fall ! 
 Let thine almighty aid Our sure defence be made, 
 Our souls on thee be stayed — Lord, hear our call ! 
 
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 Thy sacred witness bear, In this glad hour ! 
 Thou, who almighty art, Now rule in every heart, 
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 ■*■ Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight, — 
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 2 Thou who didst come to bring, 
 
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 Health to the sick in mind, Sight to the inly blind, — 
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 3 Spirit of truth and love, 
 
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 Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty! 
 God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity. 
 
 2 Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore thee, 
 
 Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea 
 Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, 
 Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. 
 
 3 Holy, holy, holy ! though the darkness hide thee, 
 
 Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, 
 Only thou art holy ; there is none beside thee 
 Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 
 
 4 Holy, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty ! 
 
 All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth and 
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 For us did endless life regain. 
 
 3 O Holy Ghost, whose guardian care 
 Doth us for heavenly joys prepare, 
 May we in thy communion share. 
 
 4 O God of life, whose power benign 
 Doth o'er the world in mercy shine, 
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 If our God our Father be. 
 
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 Saviour ! breathe forgiveness o'er us ; 
 
 All our weakness thou dost know ; 
 Thou didst tread this earth before us ; 
 
 Thou didst feel its keenest woe ; 
 Lone and dreary, faint and weary, 
 
 Through the desert thou didst go. 
 
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 Fill our hearts with heavenly joy 
 
 Love with every passion blending, 
 Pleasure that can never cloy ; 
 
 Thus provided, pardoned, guided, 
 Nothing can our peace destroy. 
 
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 Who, from our mother's arms, Hath bless'd us on our way 
 With countless gifts of love, And still is ours to-day. 
 
 2 O may this bounteous God Through all our life be near us, 
 With ever-joyful hearts And blessed peace to cheer us ; 
 And keep us in his grace, And guide us when perplexed, 
 And free us from all ills In this world and the next. 
 
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 The God of power, the God of love, 
 
 The God of our salvation ; 
 With healing balm my soul he fills, 
 And every faithless murmur stills 
 
 To God all praise and glory. 
 
 2 What God's almighty power hath made 
 
 His gracious mercy keepeth ; 
 By morning glow or evening shade 
 
 His watchful eye ne'er sleepeth ; 
 Within the kingdom of his might 
 Lo ! all is just and all is right ; 
 
 To God all praise and glory. 
 
 3 The Lord is never far away ; 
 
 But, through all grief distressing, 
 An ever-present help and stay, 
 
 Our peace and joy and blessing : 
 As with a mother's tender hand 
 He leads his own, his chosen band ; 
 
 To God all praise and glory. 
 
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 Thus all my toilsome way along 
 
 I sing aloud thy praises, 
 That men may hear the grateful song 
 
 My voice unwearied raises : 
 Be joyful in the Lord, my heart ; 
 Both soul and body bear your part ; 
 
 To God all praise and glory. 
 
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 No fear his heart oppresses. 
 
 2 Tn thee alone, dear Lord, we own 
 
 Sweet hope and consolation ; 
 Our shield from foes, our balm for woes, 
 Our great and sure salvation ! 
 
 3 Thy rod and staff shall keep us safe, 
 
 And guide our steps forever ; 
 Nor shades of death, nor hell beneath, 
 Our souls from thee shall sever. 
 
 4 In all the strife of mortal life 
 
 Our feet shall stand securely ; 
 Temptation's hour shall lose its power 
 For thou shalt guard us surely. 
 
 5 O God, renew, with heavenly dew, 
 
 Our body, soul, and spirit, 
 Until we stand at thy right hand, 
 Through Jesus' saving merit. 
 
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 United choirs of angels sing ; 
 To him, enthroned above all height. 
 
 Let saints their humble worship bring. 
 Lord God of hosts ! O may our praise 
 
 Thy courts with grateful incense fill : 
 Still may we stand before thy face, 
 
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 From world to world the joy shall ring : 
 The Lord omnipotent is King. 
 The Lord is King ! who then shall dare 
 Resist his will, distrust his care ? 
 Holy and true are all his ways : 
 Let every creature speak his praise. 
 
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 FOR HIS ATTRIBUTES. 
 
 110. 
 
 3 The Lord is King ! exalt your strains, 
 
 Ye saints, your God, your Father, reigns ; 
 
 One Lord, one empire, all secures : 
 
 He reigns, — and life and death are yours. 
 
 4 O when his wisdom can mistake, 
 His might decay, his love forsake, 
 Then may his children cease to sing, — 
 The Lord omnipotent is King. 
 
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 •*- The garments he assumes, Are light and majesty. 
 His glories shine with beams so bright, 
 No mortal eye can bear the sight. 
 
 2 The thunders of his hand Keep the wide world in awe ; 
 His wrath and justice stand To guard his holy law ; 
 
 And where his love resolves to bless, 
 His truth confirms and seals the grace. 
 
 3 Through all his ancient works Surprising wisdom shines, 
 Confounds the powers of hell, And breaks their curst designs, 
 
 Strong is his arm, and shall fulfill 
 His great decrees, his sovereign will. 
 
 4 And can this mighty King Of glory condescend ? 
 
 And will he write his name, My Father and my Friend ? 
 I love his name, I love his word ; 
 Join all my powers, and praise the Lord. 
 
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 Jehovah, great I am ! By earth and heaven confessed, — 
 I bow and bless the sacred name, For ever blest. 
 
 2 The God of Abrah'm praise, At whose supreme command 
 From earth I rise, and seek the joys At his right hand : 
 
 I all on earth forsake, Its wisdom, fame and power ; 
 And him my only portion make, My shield and tower. 
 
 3 He by himself has sworn ; I on his oath depend ; 
 I shall, on eagles' wings upborne, To heaven ascend : 
 I shall behold his face, I shall his power adore, 
 And sing the wonders of his grace For evermore. 
 
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 Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
 And pay their praise to thee. 
 
 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, 
 Ere seas or stars were made : 
 Thou art the ever-living God, 
 Were all the nations dead. 
 
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 3 Eternity, with all its years, 
 
 Stands present in thy view ; 
 To thee there's nothing old appears — 
 Great God, there's nothing new. 
 
 4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, 
 
 And vexed with trifling cares ; 
 While thine eternal thought moves on 
 Thine undisturbed affairs. 
 
 5 Great God, how infinite art thou ! 
 
 What worthless worms are we ! 
 Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
 And pay their praise to thee. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 1V1 Thy majesty how bright ! 
 How glorious is thy mercy-seat, 
 In depths of burning light! 
 
 2 Yet I may love thee too, O Lord, 
 
 Almighty as thou art ; 
 For thou hast stooped to ask of me 
 The love of my poor heart. 
 
 3 No earthly father loves like thee, 
 
 No mother half so mild 
 Bears and forbears, as thou hast done 
 With me, thy sinful child. 
 
 4 My God, how wonderful thou art, 
 
 Thou everlasting Friend ! 
 On thee I stay my trusting heart, 
 Till faith in vision end. 
 
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 Everlasting Strength 
 
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 ^ The Rock of Ages stands ; 
 We see him not, yet may we trace 
 The working of his hands. 
 
 2 He gives the conquest to the weak, 
 
 Supports the fainting heart, 
 And courage in the evil hour 
 His heavenly aids impart. 
 
 3 Mere human power shall fast decay, 
 
 And youthful vigor cease ; 
 But they who wait upon the Lord 
 In strength shall still increase. 
 
 4 They with unwearied feet shall tread 
 
 The path of life divine ; 
 With growing ardor onward move, 
 With growing brightness shine. 
 
 5 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar- 
 
 The wings of faith and love ; 
 Till, past the cloudy regions here, 
 They rise to heaven above. 
 
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 2 Who points the clouds their course, 
 
 Whom winds and seas obey, — 
 He shall direct thy wandering feet, 
 He shall prepare thy way. 
 
 3 Then on the Lord rely ; 
 
 So safe shalt thou go on ; 
 Fix on his work thy stedfast eye, 
 So shall thy work be done. 
 
 4 Thy everlasting truth, 
 
 Father, thy ceaseless love, 
 Sees all thy children's wants and knows 
 What best for each will prove. 
 
 5 And whatsoe'er thou wilt 
 
 Thou dost, O King of kings ; 
 What thy unerring wisdom chose 
 Thy power to being brings. 
 
 6 Thou everywhere hast sway 
 
 And all things serve thy might. 
 Thy every act pure blessing is, 
 Thy path unsullied light. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 ^-* All the path in which we rove ; 
 Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens ; 
 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 2 Chance and change are busy ever ; 
 Man decays, and ages move ; 
 
 But his mercy waneth never ; 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
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 Will his changeless goodness prove ; 
 From the gloom his brightness streameth : 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 4 He with earthly cares entwineth 
 
 Hope and comfort from above : 
 Everywhere his glory shineth ; 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
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 ' Thy glory flames from sun and star ; 
 Center and soul of every sphere, 
 Yet to each loving heart how near ! 
 
 Sun of our life, thy quickening ray 
 Sheds on our path the glow of day ; 
 Star of our hope, thy softened light 
 Cheers the long watches of the night. 
 
 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn; 
 Our noontide is thy gracious dawn ; 
 Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign ; 
 All, save the clouds of sin, are thine ! 
 
 
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 FOR HIS ATTRIBUTES. 
 
 118. 
 
 4 Lord of all life, below, above, 
 
 Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, 
 Before thy ever-blazing throne 
 We ask no luster of our own. 
 
 5 Grant us thy truth, to make us free, 
 And kindling hearts that burn for thee, 
 Till all thy living altars claim 
 One holy light, one heavenly flame ! 
 
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 1 : To thee let all our actions tend. :|| 
 
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 No change nor shadow ever knows ; 
 To our dark souls thy light display, 
 |: Thy glory of thy face disclose. :[ 
 
 3 Thou, Lord, art love; the fountain thou 
 
 Whence mercy unexhausted flows ; 
 On barren hearts, O shed it now, 
 [: And make the desert bear the rose! :|| 
 
 4 So shall our every power to thee 
 
 In love and holy service rise ; 
 And body, soul, and spirit be 
 |: Thy ever-living sacrifice. :|| 
 
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 ^-^ My grateful powers shall sound thy praise 
 The song shall wake with opening light, 
 
 |: And warble to the silent night. :|| 
 
 2 When anxious cares would break my rest, 
 And grief would tear my throbbing breast, 
 Thy tuneful praises raised on high 
 
 |: Shall check the murmur and the sigh. :|| 
 
 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, 
 And all my powers of language fail, 
 
 Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, 
 || : And mean the thanks I cannot speak. :|| 
 
 4 But O, when that last conflict's o'er, 
 And I am chained to flesh no more, 
 With what glad accents shall I rise, 
 
 |: To join the music of the skies ! :|| 
 
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 1V1 Thy gifts are every evening new ; 
 And morning mercies from above, 
 Gently distill like early dew. 
 
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 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, 
 
 Great guardian of my sleeping hours ; 
 Thy sovereign word restores the light, 
 And quickens all my drowsy powers. 
 
 3 I yield my powers to thy command ; 
 
 To thee I consecrate my days ; 
 Perpetual blessings from thy hand 
 Demand perpetual songs of praise. 
 
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 121 God's Infinite Love. 
 
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 i 'THOU grace divine, encircling all, 
 -L A shoreless, soundless sea, 
 Wherein at last our souls must fall, — 
 O love of God most free ! 
 
 2 When over dizzy heights we go, 
 One soft hand blinds our eyes, 
 The other leads us safe and slow, — 
 O love of God most wise ! 
 
 3 And though we turn us from thy face, 
 
 And wander wide and long, 
 Thou hold'st us still in thine embrace, — 
 O love of God most strong ! 
 
 4 The saddened heart, the restless soul, 
 
 The toil-worn frame and mind, 
 Alike confess thy sweet control, — 
 O love of God most kind ! 
 
 5 And, filled and quickened by thy breath, 
 
 Our souls are strong and free 
 To rise o'er sin and fear and death, 
 O love of God, to thee ! 
 
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122. 
 
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 ■1^- Sing out with exultation ; 
 
 Rejoice and praise our mighty Lord, 
 Whose arm hath wrought salvation ; 
 
 His works of love proclaim the greatness of his name ; 
 
 For he is God alone, who hath his mercy shown ; 
 Let all his saints adore him ! 
 
 2 When in distress to him we cried, 
 
 He heard our sad complaining ; 
 O trust in him, whate'er betide, 
 His love is all-sustaining ; 
 Triumphant songs of praise to him our hearts shall raise, 
 Now every voice shall say, " O praise our God alway ; " 
 Let all his saints adore him ! 
 
 3 Rejoice to-day with one accord, 
 
 Sing out with exultation ; 
 Rejoice and praise our mighty Lord, 
 Whose arm hath wrought salvation ; 
 His works of love proclaim the greatness of his name ; 
 For he is God alone, who hath his mercy shown ; 
 
 Let all his saints adore him ! A-men. 
 
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 ^-^ To thee all praise and glory be : 
 How shall we show our love to thee, 
 
 Who givest all ? 
 
 2 The golden sunshine, vernal air, 
 
 Sweet flowers and fruit thy love declare : 
 When harvests ripen, thou art there, 
 Who givest all. 
 
 3 For peaceful homes, and healthful days, 
 For all the blessings earth displays, 
 We owe thee thankfulness and praise, 
 
 Who givest all. 
 
 4 For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven, 
 For means of grace and hopes of heaven, 
 What can to thee, O Lord, be given, 
 
 Who givest all ? 
 
 5 We lose what on ourselves we spend, 
 We have as treasure without end 
 Whatever, Lord, to thee we lend, 
 
 Who givest all. 
 
 6 Whatever, Lord, we lend to thee, 
 Repaid a thousandfold will be ; 
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 Who givest all. 
 
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 1 r\ WORSHIP the King, all-glorious above; 
 ^-S O gratefully sing his power and his love ! 
 Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days, 
 Pavilioned in splendor, surrounded with praise. 
 
 2 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ? 
 It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, 
 
 It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, 
 And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain. 
 
 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. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 i VE servants of God, your Master proclaim, 
 ■*■ And publish abroad his wonderful name : 
 The name all victorious, of Jesus extol ; 
 His kingdom is glorious, he rules over all. 
 
 2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save ; 
 And still he is nigh ; his presence we have : 
 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 : 
 
 Our Saviour's high praises the angels proclaim, — 
 Fall down on their faces and worship the Lamb. 
 
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 126. 
 
 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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 i V\7HEN all thy mercies, O my God, 
 * * My rising soul surveys, 
 Transported with the view, I'm lost 
 In wonder, love, and praise. 
 
 2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul 
 
 Thy tender care bestowed, 
 Before my infant heart conceived 
 From whom those comforts flowed. 
 
 3 When in the slippery paths of youth 
 
 With heedless steps I ran, 
 Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, 
 And led me up to man. 
 
 4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 
 
 My daily thanks employ ; 
 Nor is the least a cheerful heart, 
 That tastes those gifts with joy. 
 
 5 Through every period of my life, 
 
 Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 
 And after death, in distant worlds, 
 The glorious theme renew. 
 
 6 Through all eternity, to thee 
 
 A joyful song I'll raise : 
 
 But O, eternity's too short 
 
 To utter all thy praise ! 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 T ORD of earth ! thy forming hand 
 
 ■*— ' Well this beauteous frame hath planned,- 
 
 Woods that wave, and hills that tower, 
 
 Ocean rolling in his power : 
 
 Yet amid this scene so fair, 
 
 Should I cease thy smile to share, 
 
 What were all its joys to me ? 
 
 Whom have I on earth but thee? 
 
 Lord of heaven ! beyond our sight 
 Shines a world of purer light ; 
 There in love's unclouded reign 
 Parted hands shall meet again : 
 O that world is passing fair ! 
 Yet, if thou wert absent there, 
 What were all its joys to me ? 
 Whom have I in heaven but thee ? 
 
 Lord of earth and heaven ! my breast 
 Seeks in thee its only rest : 
 I was lost, thy accents mild 
 Homeward lured thy wandering child, 
 O should once thy smile divine 
 Cease upon my soul to shine, 
 What were earth or heaven to me? 
 Whom have I in each but thee ? 
 
 
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 128. 
 
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 * * Be my vain wishes stilled ; 
 And may this consecrated hour 
 
 With better hopes be filled. 
 Thy love the power of thought bestowed ; 
 
 To thee my thoughts would soar ; 
 Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ; 
 
 That mercy I adore. 
 
 2 In each event of life, how clear 
 
 Thy ruling hand I see ! 
 Each blessing to my soul more dear, 
 
 Because conferred by thee. 
 In every joy that crowns my days, 
 
 In every pain I bear, 
 My heart shall find delight in praise, 
 
 Or seek relief in prayer. 
 
 When gladness wings my favored hour, 
 
 Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; 
 Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, 
 
 My soul shall meet thy will. 
 My lifted eye without a tear 
 
 The gathering storm shall see ; 
 My steadfast heart shall know no fear ; 
 
 That heart shall rest on thee. 
 
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129, 130. 
 
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 i A/T Y Maker and my King ! 
 «!■*•*■ To thee my all I owe ; 
 Thy sovereign bounty is the spring, 
 Whence all my blessings flow. 
 
 2 The creature of thy hand, 
 On thee alone I live ; 
 My God, thy benefits demand 
 More praise than life can give. 
 
 3 Lord, what can I impart, 
 
 When all is thine before ? 
 Thy love demands a thankful heart ; 
 The gift, alas, how poor ! 
 
 4 Shall I withhold thy due ? 
 
 And shall my passions rove ? 
 Lord, form this wretched heart anew, 
 And fill it with thy love. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 130 
 
 For fruitful Seasons. 
 
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 ^ For the love that crowns our days ; 
 Bounteous source of every joy ! 
 Let thy praise our tongues employ. 
 
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 FOR HIS WORKS. 
 
 131. 
 
 2 Flocks that whiten all the plain, 
 Yellow sheaves of ripened grain ; 
 Clouds that drop their fattening dews, 
 Suns that temperate warmth diffuse : — 
 
 3 All that spring with bounteous hand 
 Scatters o'er the smiling land ; 
 
 All that liberal autumn pours 
 From her rich o'erflowing stores : — 
 
 Lord, for these our souls shall raise 
 Grateful vows and solemn praise : 
 And when every blessing's flown, 
 Love thee for thyself alone. 
 
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 Everywhere with God. 
 
 M'tne. Guy on. Tr. Coivper. 
 
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 ^^ Our years of pilgrimage are spent ! 
 Where'er we dwell, we dwell with thee, 
 In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 
 
 2 To us remains nor place nor time ; 
 Our country is in every clime : 
 We can be calm and free from care 
 On any shore, since God is there. 
 
 3 While place we seek, or place we shun, 
 The soul finds happiness in none ; 
 
 But with our God to guide our way, 
 'Tis equal joy to go or stay 
 
 4 Could we be cast where thou art not, 
 That were indeed a dreadful lot ; 
 But regions none remote we call, 
 Secure of finding God in all. 
 
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 PRAISE TO GOD 
 
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 Chester. L. M. 
 
 From Schumann. 
 
 i p TERN AL Source of light divine! 
 "■—* Fountain of unexhausted love ! 
 O let thy glories on me shine, 
 
 From earth beneath, from heaven above ! 
 
 2 Thou art the weary wanderer's rest ; 
 
 Give me thine easy yoke to bear ; 
 With steadfast patience arm my breast, 
 With spotless love and lowly fear. 
 
 3 Be thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh, 
 
 So shall each murmuring thought be gone, 
 And grief and fear and care shall fly, 
 As clouds before the midday sun. 
 
 
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 *-*- O words with heavenly comfort fraught ! 
 Whatever I do, where'er I be, 
 Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me ! 
 CHORUS. — He leadeth me! He leadeth me ! 
 By his own hand he leadeth me ; 
 His faithful follower I would be, 
 For by his hand he leadeth me. 
 
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 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, 
 Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, 
 By waters still, o'er troubled sea — 
 Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me ! — Chorus. 
 
 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine. 
 
 Nor ever murmur nor repine, 
 
 Content, whatever lot I see, 
 
 Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. — Chorus. 
 
 4 And when my task on earth is done, 
 When, by thy grace, the victory's won, 
 Ev'n death's cold wave I will not flee, 
 Since God through Jordan leadeth me. — Chorus. 
 
 God's tender Care. 
 
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 i T^ROM the first dawn of infant life 
 F Thy goodness we have shared, 
 And still we live to sing thy praise, 
 By sovereign mercy spared. 
 
 2 To seek thy grace, to do thy will, 
 O Lord, our hearts incline ; 
 And o'er the paths of future life 
 Command thy light to shine. 
 
 While taught to read the word of truth, 
 
 May we that word receive ; 
 And when we hear of Jesus' name, 
 
 In that blest name believe. 
 
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 Sin's broad destructive road ; 
 But trace those holy paths which lead 
 To glory and to God. 
 
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 I am weak, but thou art mighty, 
 
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 Bread of heaven, 
 
 Feed me till I want no more. 
 Open thou the crystal fountain, 
 
 Whence the healing waters flow ; 
 Let the fiery cloudy pillar 
 
 Lead me all my journey through : 
 Strong Deliverer, 
 
 Be thou still my strength and shield. 
 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
 
 Bid the swelling stream divide : 
 Death of death, and hell's destruction, 
 
 Land me safe on Canaan's side : 
 Songs of praises 
 
 I will ever give to thee. 
 
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 FOR HIS WORKS. 
 
 136, 137. 
 
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 Nehemiah ix. 5. 
 
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 i CTAND up, and bless the Lord, 
 ^ Ye people of his choice ; 
 Stand up, and bless the Lord your God, 
 With heart, and soul, and voice. 
 
 2 O for a living flame 
 
 From his own altar brought, 
 To touch our lips, our minds inspire, 
 And wing to heaven our thought ! 
 
 3 God is our strength and song, 
 
 And his salvation ours ; 
 Then be his love in Christ proclaimed, 
 With all our ransomed powers. 
 
 4 Stand up, and bless the Lord, 
 
 The Lord your God adore ; 
 Stand up, and bless his glorious name, 
 Henceforth for evermore. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 137 
 
 To the Covenant God. 
 
 P. Doddridge. 
 
 Bristol. C. M. 
 
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 i C\ GOD of Bethel, by whose hand 
 ^-^ Thy people still are fed ; 
 Who through this weary pilgrimage 
 Hast all our fathers led ; 
 
 2 Our vows, our prayers we now present, 
 Before thy throne of grace : 
 God of our fathers, be the God 
 Of their succeeding race. 
 
138. 
 
 PRAISE TO GOD 
 
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 Through each perplexing path of life 
 Our wandering footsteps guide : 
 
 Give us each day our daily bread, 
 And raiment nt provide. 
 
 O spread thy covering wings around, 
 Till all our wanderings cease, 
 
 And, at our Father's loved abode, 
 Our souls arrive in peace. 
 
 Such blessings from thy gracious hand 
 Our humble prayers implore ; 
 
 And thou shalt be our chosen God 
 And portion evermore. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 jog The enduring Word. 
 
 ^ H. W. Baker. 
 
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 i T ORD, thy word abideth, And our footsteps guideth ; 
 -■— ' Who its truth believeth Light and joy receiveth. 
 
 When our foes are near us, Then thy word doth cheer us, 
 Word of consolation, Message of salvation. 
 
 2 When the storms are o'er us, And dark clouds before us, 
 Then its light directeth And our way protecteth. 
 
 Who can tell the pleasure, Who recount the treasure, 
 By thy word imparted To the simple-hearted ? 
 
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 FOR HIS WORD. 
 
 139, 140. 
 
 3 Word of mercy, giving Succor to the living, 
 Word of life, supplying Comfort to the dying ! 
 
 O, that Ave discerning Its most holy learning, 
 Lord, may love and fear thee,Evermore be near thee ! 
 
 139 
 
 Praise for the Bible. 
 
 W. Cowper. 
 
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 ***■ Majestic, like the sun ; 
 
 It gives a light to every age ; 
 It gives, but borrows none. 
 
 2 The hand that gave it, still supplies 
 
 The gracious light and heat ; 
 Its truths upon the nations rise, — 
 They rise, but never set. 
 
 3 Let everlasting thanks be thine, 
 
 For such a bright display, 
 As makes a world of darkness shine 
 With beams of heavenly day. 
 
 4 My soul rejoices to pursue 
 
 The steps of him I love, 
 Till glory breaks upon my view, 
 In brighter worlds above. 
 
 1AQ To God our Saviour. 
 
 ^ I. Watts. 
 
 St. Ann's. C. M. 
 
 W. Croft. 
 
 A RISE, my soul, my joyful powers, 
 ^"^- And triumph in my God ; 
 Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim 
 His glorious grace abroad. 
 
141. 
 
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 2 He raised me from the deeps of sin, 
 
 The gates of gaping hell, 
 And fixed my standing more secure 
 Than 'twas before I fell. 
 
 3 The arms of everlasting love, 
 
 Beneath my soul he placed, 
 And on the Kock of ages set 
 My slippery footsteps fast. 
 
 4 The city of my blest abode 
 
 Is walled around with grace ; 
 Salvation for a bulwark stands, 
 To shield the sacred place. 
 
 5 Arise, my soul, awake, my voice, 
 
 And tunes of pleasure sing ; 
 Loud hallelujahs shall address 
 My Saviour and my King. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 141 
 
 The Glory of God's Grace. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 Oratory. C. M. D. 
 
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 *■ How high thy wonders rise ! 
 Known through the earth by thousand signs, 
 By thousand through the skies. 
 
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 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power ; 
 
 Their motions speak thy skill ; 
 And on the wings of every hour 
 
 We read thy patience still. 
 
 But when we view thy strange design 
 
 To save rebellious worms, 
 Where vengeance and compassion join 
 
 In their divinest forms, — 
 Our thoughts are lost in reverent awe ; 
 
 We love, and we adore : 
 The first archangel never saw 
 
 So much of God before. 
 
 Here the whole Deity is known ; 
 
 Nor dares a creature guess 
 Which of the glories brightest shone, 
 
 The justice, or the grace. 
 O may I bear some humble part 
 
 In heaven's immortal song : 
 Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, 
 
 And love command my tongue. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 142 
 
 To the Only-wise God. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 St. Michael's. S. M. 
 
 John Daye. 
 
 I T^O GOD the only wise, 
 
 ■*- Our Saviour and our King, 
 Let all the saints below the skies 
 Their humble praises bring. 
 
 2 'Tis his almighty love, 
 
 His counsel and his care, 
 Preserves us safe from sin and death, 
 And every hurtful snare. 
 
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 3 He will present our souls, 
 
 Unblemished and complete, 
 Before the glory of his face, 
 With joys divinely great. 
 
 4 Then all the chosen seed 
 
 Shall meet around the throne, 
 Shall bless the conduct of his grace, 
 And make his wonders known. 
 
 5 To our Redeemer God, 
 
 Wisdom and power belongs, 
 Immortal crowns of majesty, 
 And everlasting songs. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 J An The Glory of Christ. 
 
 ^ C. Wesley. 
 
 Warwick. C. M. 
 
 J. Stanley. 
 
 1 C\ FOR a thousand tongues to sing 
 ^-^ My great Redeemer's praise, — 
 The glories of my God and King, 
 
 The triumphs of his grace ! 
 
 2 My gracious Master and my God, 
 
 Assist me to proclaim, — 
 To spread through all the earth abroad, 
 The honors of thy name. 
 
 3 Jesus ! the name that calms our fears, 
 
 That bids our sorrows cease ; 
 'Tis music in the sinner's ears ; 
 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 
 
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 PRAISE TO CHRIST. 
 
 144. 
 
 4 He breaks the power of reigning sin ; 
 He sets the prisoner free ; 
 His blood can make the foulest clean ; 
 His blood availed for me. 
 
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 The Name above every Name. 
 
 J. Nczuton. 
 
 A-men. 
 Beatitude. CM. 
 
 J. B. Dykes. 
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 1 TJOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
 -*•-*■ In a believer's ear ! 
 
 It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
 
 And calms the troubled breast ; 
 Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the weary, rest. 
 
 3 By him, my prayers acceptance gain, 
 
 Although with sin defiled ; 
 Satan accuses me in vain, 
 And I am owned a child. 
 
 4 Jesus ! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, 
 
 My Prophet, Priest, and King; 
 My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
 Accept the praise I bring. 
 
 5 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 
 And cold my warmest thought ; 
 But when I see thee as thou art, 
 I'll praise thee as I ought. 
 
 6 Till then I would thy love proclaim, 
 
 With every fleeting breath ; 
 And may the music of thy name, 
 Refresh my soul in death. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
145- 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST. 
 
 114 
 
 145 
 
 Hourly Praise 
 
 W. Shrubsole. 
 
 St. Matthias. L. M. 61. 
 
 W. H. Monk. 
 
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 "lyl^HEN, streaming from the eastern skies, 
 * * The morning light salutes mine eyes, 
 O Sun of righteousness divine, 
 On me with beams of mercy shine ; 
 O chase the clouds of guilt away, 
 And turn my darkness into day. 
 
 When to heaven's great and glorious King 
 My morning sacrifice I bring, 
 And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, 
 Ask mercy in my Saviour's name ; 
 Then, Jesus, sprinkle with thy blood, 
 And be my advocate with God. 
 
 When each day's scenes and labors close, 
 And wearied nature seeks repose, 
 With pardoning mercy richly blest, 
 Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest : 
 And as each morning sun shall rise, 
 O lead me onward to the skies ! 
 
 And at my life's last setting sun, 
 My conflicts o'er, my labors done, 
 Jesus, thy heavenly radiance shed, 
 To cheer and bless my dying bed — 
 And from death's gloom my spirit raise 
 To see thy face and sing thy praise. 
 
 A -men. 
 
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 146 Hourly Worship. 
 
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 Germany. L. M. 
 
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 1 CAVIOUR! when night involves the skies, 
 ^ My soul, adoring, turns to thee ; 
 Thee, self-abased in mortal guise, 
 
 And wrapt in shades of death for me. 
 
 2 On thee my waking raptures dwell, 
 
 When crimson gleams the east adorn ; 
 Thee, victor of the grave and hell, 
 Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 
 
 3 When noon her throne in light arrays, 
 
 To thee my soul triumphant springs ; 
 Thee, throned in glory's endless blaze, 
 Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings ! 
 
 4 O'er earth when shades of evening steal, 
 
 To death and thee my thoughts I give ; 
 To death, whose power I soon must feel ; 
 To thee, with whom I trust to live. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 147 
 
 Song of Jesus 
 
 T. Kelly. 
 
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 i T OYFUL be the hours to-day ; 
 J Joyful let the season be ; 
 Let us sing, for well we may : 
 Jesus ! we will sing of thee. 
 
 2 Should thy people silent be, 
 
 Then the very stones would sing : 
 What a debt we owe to thee, 
 
 Thee, our Saviour, thee, our King ! 
 
148. 
 
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 'Tis thy grace alone can save ; 
 
 Every blessing comes from thee — 
 All we have and hope to have, 
 
 All we are and hope to be. 
 
 Thine the Name to sinners dear ! 
 
 Thine the Name all names before ! 
 Blessed here and everywhere ; 
 
 Blessed now and evermore ! 
 
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 14.8 Names of Christ. 
 
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 1 T OIN all the glorious names Of wisdom, love and power, 
 J That ever mortals knew, That ever angels bore : 
 
 All are too mean to speak his worth, 
 [: Too mean to set my Saviour forth. :|| 
 
 Great Prophet of my God, My tongue would bless thy name 
 By thee the joyful news Of our salvation came ; 
 The joyful news of sins forgiven, 
 J: Of hell subdued and peace with heaven. :|| 
 Tesus, my great High Priest, Offered his blood and died ; 
 My guilty conscience seeks No sacrifice beside. 
 His powerful blood did once atone ; 
 1 : And now it pleads before the throne. :|| 
 
II7 IN HIS CHARACTERS. 149. 
 
 4 O thou almighty Lord, my Conqueror, and my King, 
 Thy scepter and thy sword, thy reigning grace I sing. 
 Thine is the power ; behold I sit 
 |: In willing bonds beneath thy feet. :|| 
 
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 I4Q Christ our All. St. Saviour. 888,4. 
 
 ^' y. K. Macduff. E. J. Hopkins. 
 
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 i T ESUS, my Saviour, look on me, 
 J For I am weary and opprest ; 
 I come to cast myself on thee 
 Thou art my Rest. 
 
 2 Look down on me, for I am weak, 
 
 I feel the toilsome journey's length ; 
 Thine aid omnipotent I seek, 
 Thou art my Strength. 
 
 3 I am bewildered on my way, 
 
 Dark and tempestuous is the night ; 
 O send thou forth some cheering ray, 
 Thou art my Light. 
 
 4 When Satan flings his fiery darts, 
 
 I look to thee ; my terrors cease ; 
 Thy cross a hiding-place imparts, 
 Thou art my Peace. 
 
 5 Standing alone on Jordan's brink, 
 
 In that tremendous latest strife ; 
 Thou wilt not suffer me to sink, 
 Thou art my Life. 
 
 6 Thou wilt my every want supply, 
 
 E'en to the end, whate'er befall; 
 Through life, in death, eternally, 
 
 
 Thou art my All. A-men. 
 
150, i5i. 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST 
 
 118 
 
 jcq Jesus, King. 
 
 Bernard. Tr. E. Caswall. 
 
 ELVET. C. M. 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 
 i f~\ JESUS ! King most wonderful, 
 ^-^ Thou Conqueror renowned ; 
 Thou sweetness most ineffable, 
 In whom all joys are found ! — 
 
 2 When once thou visitest the heart, 
 
 Then truth begins to shine, 
 Then earthly vanities depart, 
 Then kindles love divine. 
 
 3 O Jesus, Light of all below ! 
 
 Thou Fount of life and fire ! 
 Surpassing all the joys we know, 
 All that we can desire, — 
 
 4 May every heart confess thy name, 
 
 And ever thee adore ; 
 And, seeking thee, itself inflame 
 To seek thee more and more. 
 
 5 Thee may our tongues forever bless, 
 
 Thee may we love alone ; 
 
 And ever, in our life, express 
 
 The image of thine own. 
 
 151 
 
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 The Name of Jesus. 
 
 Bernard. Tr. E. Caswall, 
 ! 
 
 Raphael. 
 
 From Donizetti. 
 
 i (~\ JESUS! thou the beauty art 
 ^^ Of angel worlds above ; 
 Thy name is music to the heart, 
 Enchanting: it with love. 
 
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 IN HIS CHARACTERS. 
 
 152. 
 
 2 O Jesus, Saviour, hear the sighs 
 
 Which unto thee I send ; 
 To thee my inmost spirit cries, 
 My being's hope and end. 
 
 3 Stay with us, Lord, and with thy light 
 
 Illume the soul's abyss ; 
 Scatter the darkness of our night, 
 And fill the world with bliss. 
 
 4 O Jesus, King of earth and heaven, 
 
 Our life and joy, to thee 
 Be honor, thanks and blessing given 
 Through all eternity ! 
 
 
 A-men. 
 
 jq2 The Thought of Jesus. 
 
 ^ Bernard. Tr. E. Caswall. 
 
 Eustis. C. M. 
 
 Lord Mornington. 
 
 1 T ESUS ! the very thought of thee 
 J With gladness fills my breast ; 
 But dearer far thy face to see, 
 
 And in thy presence rest. 
 
 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 
 
 Nor can the memory find 
 A sweeter sound than thy blest name, 
 O Saviour of mankind ! 
 
 3 O hope of every contrite heart, 
 
 O joy of all the meek ! 
 To those who fall, how kind thou art, 
 How good to those who seek ! 
 
 4 And those who find thee, find a bliss 
 
 Nor tongue nor pen can show : 
 The love of Jesus — what it is, 
 None but his loved ones know. 
 
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 PRAISE TO CHRIST 
 
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 152. CONTINUED. 
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 Jesus, our only joy be thou, 
 As thou our prize wilt be ; 
 
 Jesus, be thou our glory now, 
 And through eternity ! 
 
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 Life and Light of Men 
 
 Bernard. Tr. R. Palmer. 
 
 A-men. 
 Chester. L. M. 
 
 R. Schumann. 
 
 i T ESUS, thou joy of loving hearts ! 
 J Thou Fount of life ! Thou Light of men ! 
 From the best bliss that earth imparts, 
 We turn unfilled to thee again. 
 
 2 Thy truth unchanged has ever stood ; 
 
 Thou savest those who on thee call ; 
 To them that seek thee thou art good, 
 To them that find thee, All in all ! 
 
 3 We taste thee, O Thou Living Bread, 
 
 And long to feast upon thee still ; 
 We drink of thee, the Fountain Head, 
 And thirst our souls from thee to fill. 
 
 4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee, 
 
 Where'er our changeful lot is cast ; 
 Glad, when thy gracious smile we see, 
 Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast. 
 
 5 O Jesus, ever with us stay 
 
 Make all our moments calm and bright ; 
 Chase the dark night of sin away, — 
 Shed o'er the world thy holy light ! 
 
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 A-men. 
 
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 IN HIS CHARACTERS. 
 
 154. 
 
 154 
 
 The Glory of Christ. 
 
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 1 /^V COULD I speak the matchless worth, 
 ^^ O could I sound the glories forth, 
 
 Which in my Saviour shine ! 
 I 'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, 
 And vie with Gabriel, while he sings 
 
 J : In notes almost divine. :|| 
 
 2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, 
 My ransom from the dreadful guilt 
 
 Of sin, and wrath divine : 
 I 'd sing his glorious righteousness, 
 In which all-perfect, heavenly dress 
 
 || : My soul shall ever shine. :|| 
 
 3 I 'd sing the characters he bears, 
 And all the forms of love he wears, 
 
 Exalted on his throne : 
 In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 
 I would to everlasting days 
 
 |: Make all his glories known. :|| 
 
 4 Well — the delightful day will come 
 When my dear Lord will bring me home, 
 
 And I shall see his face : 
 Then, with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
 A blest eternity I '11 spend, 
 
 || : Triumphant in his grace. :|| 
 
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155- 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST. 
 
 122 
 
 Our Refuge, 
 
 HOLLINGSIDE. 7S. D. 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 
 JESUS, lover of my soul, 
 Let me to thy bosom fly, 
 While the nearer waters roll, 
 
 While the tempest still is high ; 
 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 
 Till the storm of life is past ; 
 Safe into the haven guide ; 
 Oh ! receive my soul at last. 
 
 Other refuge have I none, 
 
 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. 
 
 Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; 
 
 More than all in thee I find : 
 Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 
 
 Heal the sick, and lead the blind ! 
 Just and holy is thy name ; 
 
 I am all unrighteousness ; 
 False and full of sin I am, 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 
 
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 IN HIS CHARACTERS. 
 
 156. 
 
 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 
 
 Grace to cover all my sin ; 
 Let the healing streams abound ; 
 
 Make and keep me pure within ! 
 Thou of life the fountain art, 
 
 Freely let me take of thee ; 
 Spring thou up within my heart ! 
 
 Rise to all eternity ! 
 
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 Missionary Chant. L. M. 
 
 C. Zeuner. 
 
 i A WAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, 
 ^*- And sing thy great Redeemer's praise ; 
 He justly claims a song from me ; — 
 His loving-kindness, — O how free ! 
 
 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, 
 Yet loved me notwithstanding all ; 
 He saved me from my lost estate ; 
 His loving-kindness, — O how great ! 
 
 3 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, 
 Has gathered thick, and thundered loud, 
 He near my soul has always stood ; — 
 His loving-kindness, — O how good ! 
 
 4 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale — 
 Soon all my mortal powers must fail : 
 O may my last expiring breath 
 His loving-kindness sing in death. 
 
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 124 
 
 The Everlasting Lord 
 
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 G. W. Martin. 
 
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 Shine graciously within ; 
 Brightest of all on earth that's bright, 
 
 Come, shine away my sin. 
 O everlasting Truth, 
 
 Truest of all that's true, 
 Sure guide of erring age or youth, 
 Lead me and teach me too. 
 
 2 O everlasting Strength ! 
 
 Uphold me in the way ; 
 Bring me, in spite of foes, at length, 
 
 To joy, and light, and day. 
 O everlasting Love ! 
 
 Well-spring of grace and peace, 
 Pour down thy fullness from above ; 
 
 Bid doubt and trouble cease. 
 
 3 O everlasting Rest ! 
 
 Lift off life's load of care ; 
 Relieve, revive this burdened breast, 
 
 And every sorrow bear. 
 Thou art in heaven our all ; 
 
 Our all on earth art thou : 
 Upon thy glorious name we call ; 
 
 Lord Jesus, bless us now ! 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 158, 159- 
 
 Light of the World. 
 
 C. Wesley. 
 
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 Esther. 8-7. D. 
 
 Arr. J. Zundel. 
 
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 i T IGHT of those whose dreary dwelling 
 -■— ' Borders on the shades of death ! 
 Rise on us, thyself revealing, — 
 
 Dissipate the clouds beneath. 
 Thou, of heaven and earth Creator ! 
 
 In our deepest darkness rise ; 
 Scattering all the night of nature, 
 
 Pouring day upon our eyes. 
 
 2 Still we wait for thine appearing ; 
 Life and joy thy beams impart, 
 Chasing all our fears, and cheering 
 
 Every meek, benighted heart. 
 By thine all-sufficient merit, 
 
 Every burdened soul release ; 
 
 Every weary, wandering spirit 
 
 Guide into thy perfect peace. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 159 
 
 The All-Sufficiext. 
 
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 1 pOUNTAIN of grace, rich, full and free, 
 x What need I, that is not in thee? 
 
 Full pardon, strength to meet the day, 
 And peace which none can take away, 
 
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 2 Doth sickness fill the heart with fear ? 
 'Tis sweet to know that thou art near ; 
 Am I with dread of justice tried? 
 
 Tis sweet to feel that Christ hath died. 
 
 3 In life, thy promises of aid 
 Forbid my heart to be afraid ; 
 
 In death, peace gently vails the eyes ; 
 Christ rose, and I shall surely rise. 
 
 4 O all-sufficient Saviour, be 
 This all-sufficiency to me ; 
 
 Nor pain, nor sin, nor death can harm 
 The weakest, shielded by thine arm. 
 
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 ^ Christ, the spring of all my joy ! 
 Still in thee let me be found, 
 
 Still for thee my powers employ. 
 Fountain of o'erflowing grace, 
 
 Freely from thy fullness give : 
 Till I close my earthly race, 
 
 Be it " Christ for me to live! " 
 
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 IN HIS CHARACTERS. 
 
 161. 
 
 Firmly trusting in thy blood, 
 
 Nothing shall my heart confound ; 
 Safely I shall pass the flood, 
 
 Safely reach Immanuel's ground. 
 Thus, O thus, an entrance give 
 
 To the land of cloudless sky ; 
 Having known it " Christ to live," 
 
 Let me know it " gain to die." 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 * * May Jesus Christ be praised. 
 
 Alike at work and prayer To Jesus I repair ; 
 May Jesus Christ be praised. 
 
 2 Does sadness fill my mind ? A solace here I find, 
 
 May Jesus Christ be praised : 
 Or fades my earthly bliss ? My comfort still is this, 
 May Jesus Christ be praised. 
 
 3 The night becomes as day, When from the heart we say 
 
 May Jesus Christ be praised : [near, 
 
 The powers of darkness fear, When this sweet chant they 
 May Jesus Christ be praised. 
 
 4 In heaven's eternal bliss The loveliest strain is this 
 Let Jesus Christ be praised : 
 
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162. 
 
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 128 
 
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 ^-^ Thou beamest forth in trust and light ! 
 
 O Sovereign meek and lowly, 
 Thou Root of Jesus, David's Son, 
 My Lord and Bridegroom, thou hast won 
 
 My heart to serve thee solely ! 
 Holy art thou, fair and glorious, 
 All victorious, rich in blessing, 
 Rule and might o'er all possessing. 
 
 2 Thou heavenly Brightness ! Light divine ! 
 O deep within my heart now shine, 
 
 And make thee there an altar ! 
 Fill me with joy and strength to be 
 Thy member, ever joined to thee 
 
 In love that cannot falter ; 
 Tow'rd thee longing doth possess me, 
 Turn and bless me ; for thy gladness 
 Eye and heart here pine in sadness. 
 
 3 But if thou look on me in love, 
 
 There straightways falls from God above 
 
 A ray of purest pleasure ; 
 Thy Word and Spirit, flesh and blood, 
 
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 IN HIS CHARACTERS. 
 
 I6 3 . 
 
 Refresh my soul with heavenly food, 
 
 Thou art my hidden treasure ; 
 Let thy grace, Lord, warm and cheer me, 
 O draw near me ; thou hast taught us 
 Thee to seek since thou hast sought us ! 
 
 Here will I rest and hold it fast ; 
 The Lord I love is First and Last, 
 
 The End as the Beginning. 
 Here I can calmly die, for thou 
 Wilt raise me where thou dwellest now 
 
 Above all tears, all sinning. 
 Amen ! Amen ! Come, Lord Jesus ; 
 Soon release us ; With deep yearning, 
 Lord, we look for thy returning. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 I63 Way — Truth — Life 
 
 ^ G. W. Doane. 
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 1 HTHOU art the way— to thee alone 
 
 J- From sin and death we flee ; 
 And he who would the Father seek, 
 Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 
 
 2 Thou art the truth — thy word alone 
 
 True wisdom can impart ; 
 Thou only canst inform the mind, 
 And purify the heart. 
 
 3 Thou art the LIFE — the rending tomb 
 Proclaims thy conquering arm, 
 And those who put their trust in thee 
 Nor death, nor hell shall harm. 
 
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 Grant us that way to know, 
 That truth to keep, that life to win, 
 Whose joys eternal flow. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 1 'THOU hidden Source of calm repose, 
 
 -*- Thou all-sufficient Love divine, 
 My help and refuge from my foes, 
 
 Secure I am, if thou art mine ! 
 And lo ! from sin, and grief, and shame, 
 I hide me, Jesus, in thy name. 
 
 2 Jesus, my all in all thou art, 
 
 My rest in toil, my ease in pain ; 
 The healing of my broken heart ; 
 
 In strife my peace : in loss my gain ; 
 My smile beneath the tyrant's frown ; 
 In shame, my glory and my crown ; — 
 
 In want, my plentiful supply ; 
 
 In weakness, my almighty power ; 
 In bonds, my perfect liberty ; 
 
 My light in Satan's darkest hour; 
 Thee, in each grief, my joy I call ; 
 My life in death, my All in All ! 
 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 Which comes to hearts oppressed ! 
 It tells of benediction, 
 
 Of pardon, grace and peace, 
 Of joy that hath no ending, 
 
 Of love that cannot cease. 
 
 " Come unto me, ye fainting, 
 
 And I will give you light." 
 O loving voice of Jesus, 
 
 Which comes to cheer the night ! 
 Our hearts were filled with sadness, 
 
 And we had lost our way ; 
 But he has brought us gladness 
 
 And songs at break of day. 
 
 " Come unto me, ye weary, 
 
 And I will give you life." 
 O cheering voice of Jesus, 
 
 Which comes to aid our strife ! 
 The foe is stern and eager, 
 
 The fight is fierce and long ; 
 But he has made us mighty 
 
 And stronger than the strong. 
 
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 Unworthy though Ave be, 
 Of love so free and boundless, 
 
 To come, dear Lord, to thee ! 
 
 166 Hymn of Clement of Alexandria. Bayley. 6-4. 
 
 A. D. 217. Tr. H. M. Dexter. E. L. White. 
 
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 SHEPHERD of tender youth, 
 Guiding in love and truth Through devious ways — 
 Christ our triumphant King, We come thy name to sing, 
 And here thy children bring Tributes of praise. 
 
 Thou art our holy Lord, 
 
 O all-subduing Word, Healer of strife : 
 Thou didst thyself abase, That from sin's deep disgrace 
 
 Thou mightest save our race, And give us life. 
 
133 
 
 FOR HIS INCARNATION. 
 
 167. 
 
 Ever be near our side, 
 Our Shepherd and our Guide, Our staff and song ; 
 Jesus, thou Christ of God, By thine enduring word 
 Lead us where thou hast trod ; Make our faith strong. 
 
 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. 
 
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 I67 
 
 He has Come. 
 
 H. Bonar. 
 
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 i TIT E has come, the Christ of God ! 
 "■ Left for us his glad abode ; 
 Stooping from his throne of bliss, 
 To this darksome wilderness ! 
 
 2 He has come, the Prince of peace ! 
 Come to bid our sorrows cease ; 
 Come to scatter, with his light, 
 All the shadows of our night. 
 
 3 He, the mighty King, has come! 
 Making this poor earth his home ; 
 Come to bear our sin's sad load, 
 Son of David, Son of God ! 
 
 4 He has come, whose name of grace 
 Speaks deliverance to our race ! 
 Left for us his glad abode, 
 
 Son of Mary, Son of God ! 
 
 5 He has come from God's own heaven ! 
 Unto us a Son is given ; 
 
 Bringing with him from above 
 Holy peace, and holy love ! 
 
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 A-men. 
 
1 68, 169. 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST 
 
 J 34 
 
 168 
 
 Desire of all Nations. 
 
 C. Wesley. 
 
 Worthing. 8-7. 
 
 Schultz. 
 
 "LJ AIL, thou long-expected Jesus, 
 *•■*• Born to set thy people free ! 
 From our sins and fears release us, 
 Let us find our rest in thee. 
 
 Israel's strength and consolation, 
 Hope of all the earth thou art ; 
 
 Dear desire of every nation, 
 Joy of every longing heart. 
 
 Born, thy people to deliver, — 
 Born a child, and yet a king, — 
 
 Born to reign in us for ever, — 
 Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 
 
 By thine own eternal Spirit, 
 Rule in all our hearts alone ; 
 
 By thine all-sufficient merit, 
 Raise us to thy glorious throne. 
 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 j6q The Saviour comes. 
 
 " P. Doddridge. 
 
 Annunciation. C. M. 
 
 G. M. Garrett. 
 
 HARK, the glad sound ! the Saviour comes, 
 The Saviour promised long ; 
 Let every heart prepare a throne, 
 And every voice a song. 
 
 He comes, the prisoner to release, 
 
 In Satan's bondage held ; 
 The gates of brass before him burst, 
 
 The iron fetters yield. 
 
i35 
 
 FOR HIS 1NCARNA TION. 
 
 170. 
 
 3 He comes from thickest films of vice 
 
 To clear the mental ray, 
 And on the eyes long closed in night 
 To pour celestial day. 
 
 4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 
 
 The bleeding soul to cure, 
 And, with the treasures of his grace, 
 Enrich the humble poor. 
 
 5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace, 
 
 Thy welcome shall proclaim, 
 And heaven's eternal arches ring 
 With thy beloved name. 
 
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 " For Me." 
 
 H. Bonar. 
 
 ANGELUS. L. M. 
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 1 T ESUS, whom angel-hosts adore, 
 J Became a man of griefs for me ; 
 In love, though rich, becoming poor, 
 
 That I through him enriched might be. 
 
 2 The ever blessed Son of God 
 
 Went up to Calvary for me ; 
 There paid my debt, there bore my load, 
 In his own body on the tree. 
 
 3 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies, 
 
 Went down into the grave for me ; 
 There overcame my enemies, 
 There won the glorious victory. 
 
 4 'Tis finished all : the vail is rent, 
 
 The welcome sure, the access free; — 
 Now then, we leave our banishment, 
 O Father, to return to thee ! 
 
I7i. 
 
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 171 
 
 Luke ii. 8-14. 
 
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 ^ V All seated on the ground, 
 The angel of the Lord came down, 
 
 And glory shone around. 
 "Fear not," said he, — for mighty dread 
 
 Had seized their troubled mind ; 
 " Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
 
 To you, and all mankind. 
 
 " To you, in David's town, this day 
 
 Is born of David's line, 
 A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; 
 
 And this shall be the sign : — 
 The heavenly babe you there shall find, 
 
 To human view displayed, 
 All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, 
 
 And in a manger laid." 
 
 Thus spake the seraph ; and forthwith 
 
 Appeared a shining throng 
 Of angels praising God, and thus 
 
 Addressed their joyful song : — 
 " All glory be to God on high, 
 
 And to the earth be peace ; 
 Good-will henceforth, from heaven to men, 
 
 Begin and never cease." 
 
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i37 
 
 FOR HIS INCARNATION. 
 
 172. 
 
 172 
 
 The Song of the Angels. 
 
 C. Wesley. 
 
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 Mendelssohn. 
 
 
 1 IT ARK ! the herald-angels sing, — 
 *-*■ "Glory to the new-born King ; 
 Peace on earth, and mercy mild, — 
 God and sinners reconciled." 
 Joyful, all ye nations, rise, 
 Join the triumph of the skies ; 
 With th' angelic host proclaim, — 
 " Christ is born in Bethlehem." 
 Hark the herald-angels sing 
 Glory to the new-born King. 
 
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 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. 
 
 Hail ! the heaven-born Prince of peace ! 
 
 Hail ! the Sun of righteousness ! 
 
 Light and life to all he brings, 
 
 Risen with healing in his wings. 
 
 Hark, the herald-angels sing 
 
 Glory to the new-born King. 
 
173- 
 
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 138 
 
 173 
 
 11 Come to worship Him. 
 
 y. Montgomery. 
 
 Hamden. 8-7-4. 
 
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 i A NGELS from the realms of glory, 
 -^ Wing your flight o'er all the earth, 
 . Ye who sang creation's story, 
 Now proclaim Messiah's birth ; 
 Come and worship, 
 Worship Christ the new-born King. 
 
 2 Shepherds in the field abiding, 
 
 Watching o'er your flocks by night, 
 God with man is now residing, 
 
 Yonder shines the infant-light ; 
 Come and worship, 
 Worship Christ the new-born King. 
 
 3 Sages, leave your contemplations, 
 
 Brighter visions beam afar ; 
 Seek the great Desire of nations ; 
 
 Ye have seen his natal star ; 
 Come and worship, 
 Worship Christ the new-born King. 
 
 4 Saints, before the altar bending, 
 
 Watching long in hope and fear, 
 Suddenly the Lord, descending, 
 
 In his temple shall appear ; 
 Come and worship, 
 Worship Christ the new-born King. 
 
 5 Sinners, wrung with true repentance, 
 
 Doomed for guilt to endless pains, 
 Justice now revokes the sentence, 
 
 Mercy calls you, — break your chains ; 
 Come and worship, 
 Worship Christ the new-born King. 
 
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 174. 
 
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 "DRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning ! 
 " Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; 
 Star of the east, the horizon adorning-, 
 
 Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 
 Cold on his cradle, the dew-drops are shining ; 
 
 Low lies his head, with the beasts of the stall; 
 Angels adore him in slumber reclining — 
 
 Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 
 
 Say, shall Ave yield him, in costly devotion, 
 
 Odors of Edom, and offerings divine ? 
 Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, 
 
 Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine ? 
 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, 
 
 Vainly with gold would his favor secure : 
 Richer, by far, is the heart's adoration, — 
 
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175, 176. 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST 
 
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 *-** From lips of gentleness and grace, 
 When listening thousands gathered round, 
 And joy and reverence filled the place ! 
 
 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, 
 To heaven he led his followers' way ; 
 
 Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, 
 Unveiling an immortal day. 
 
 " Come, wanderers, to my Father's home ; 
 
 Come, all ye weary ones, and rest ; " 
 Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, 
 
 Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. 
 
 Decay, then, tenements of dust ; 
 
 Pillars of earthly pride, decay : 
 A nobler mansion waits the just, 
 
 And Jesus has prepared the way. 
 
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 Peter ii. 21-25 
 
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 1 TTOW beauteous were the marks divine 
 *-*• That in thy meekness used to shine, 
 That lit thy lonely pathway, trod 
 
 In wondrous love, O Son of God ! 
 
 2 O who like thee so calm and bright, 
 So pure, so made to live in light — 
 O who like thee did ever go 
 
 So patient through a world of woe ? 
 
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 177. 
 
 3 O who like thee so humbly bore 
 The scorn, the scoffs of men, before ? 
 So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, 
 So glorious in humility ? 
 
 4 Ev'n death, which sets the prisoner free, 
 Was pang and scoff and scorn to thee ; 
 Yet love through all thy torture glowed, 
 And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. 
 
 5 O in thy light be mine to go, 
 Illuming all my way of woe ! 
 And give me ever on the road 
 
 To trace thy footsteps, Son of God ! 
 
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 Our High Priest 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 St. Agnes. C. M. 
 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 
 1 WITH joy we meditate the grace 
 
 * * Of our High Priest above ; 
 His heart is made of tenderness, 
 His bosom glows with love. 
 
 2 Touched with a sympathy within, 
 
 He knows our feeble frame ; 
 He knows what sore temptations mean, 
 For he hath felt the same. 
 
 3 He in the days of feeble flesh 
 
 Poured out his cries and tears ; 
 And in his measure feels afresh 
 What every member bears. 
 
 4 Then let our humble faith address 
 
 His mercy and his power; 
 We shall obtain delivering grace 
 In the distressing hour. 
 
 A-men. 
 
178. 
 
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 "V\ THEN gathering clouds around I view, 
 ^ * And days are dark, and friends are few, 
 On him I lean, who, not in vain, 
 Experienced every human pain : 
 He sees my wants, allays my fears, 
 And counts and treasures up my tears. 
 
 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 
 From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, 
 To fly the good I would pursue, 
 Or do the ill I would not do : 
 Still he who felt temptation's power, 
 Will guard me in that dangerous hour. 
 
 When, mourning, o'er some stone I bend, 
 Which covers all that was a friend ; 
 And from his hand, his voice, his smile, 
 Divides me for a little while, — 
 My Saviour marks the tears I shed, 
 For " Jesus wept " o'er Lazarus dead. 
 
 4 And O ! when I have safely passed, 
 Through every conflict but the last, 
 Still, Lord, unchanging, watch beside 
 My dying bed, for thou hast died : 
 Then point to realms of cloudless day, 
 And wipe the latest tear away. 
 
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143 
 
 FOR HIS LIFE. 
 
 179, 180. 
 
 The Friend of Sinners 
 
 J. Newton. 
 
 Friendship. 8-7. D. 
 
 From Mozart. 
 
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 1 Z^iNE there is, above all others, 
 
 ^-^ Well deserves the name of Friend ; 
 His is love beyond a brother's, 
 
 Costly, free, and knows no end. 
 Which of all our friends, to save us, 
 
 Could or would have shed his blood? 
 But our Jesus died to have us 
 
 Reconciled in him to God. 
 
 2 When he lived on earth abased, 
 
 Friend of sinners was his name ; 
 Now above all glory raised, 
 
 He rejoices in the same. 
 O for grace our hearts to soften ! 
 
 Teach us, Lord, at length to love ; 
 We, alas ! forget too often 
 
 What a Friend we have above. 
 
 l80 ^ LR Example. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
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 1WTY dear Redeemer and my Lord, 
 ^^ I read my duty in thy word ; 
 But in thy life the law appears, 
 Drawn out in living characters. 
 
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 PRAISE TO CHRIST 
 
 144 
 
 l80. CONTINUED. 
 
 GRACE CHURCH. 
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 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, 
 Such deference to thy Father's will, 
 Thy love and meekness so divine, 
 
 I would transcribe, and make them mine. 
 
 3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air, 
 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 
 Among the followers of the Lamb. 
 
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 Qj Constraining Love. 
 
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 Stabat Mater. 887,887. 
 
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 * * When there was no arm to save us, 
 Christ his love and power displayed : 
 By his stripes he wrought our healing, 
 By his death, our life revealing, 
 He for us the ransom paid. 
 
145 
 
 FOR HIS SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 
 
 1 82. 
 
 It is finished, Man of sorrows ! 
 From thy cross our nature borrows 
 
 Strength to bear and conquer thus 
 While exalted there we view thee, 
 Mighty Sufferer, draw us to thee, 
 
 Sufferer, yet victorious ! 
 
 Jesus, may thy love constrain us, 
 That from sin we may refrain us, 
 
 In thy griefs may deeply grieve : 
 Thee our best affections giving, 
 To thy glory ever living, 
 
 May we in thy glory live. 
 
 In our wealth and tribulation, 
 
 By thy precious cross and passion, 
 
 By thy blood and agony, 
 By thy glorious resurrection, 
 By thy Holy Ghost's protection, 
 
 Make us thine eternally ! 
 
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 l82 J ESUS Crucified. 
 
 F. W. Faber. 
 
 St. Cross. L. M. 
 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 
 OCOME and mourn with me awhile 
 O come ye to the Saviour's side ; 
 O come, together let us mourn ; 
 Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 
 
 2 Have we no tears to shed for him, 
 While soldiers scoff and Jews deride ? 
 Ah ! look how patiently he hangs ; 
 Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 
 
183. 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST 
 
 146 
 
 182. CONTINUED. 
 
 ST. CROSS. 
 
 How fast his hands and feet are nailed ; ' 
 
 His throat with parching thirst is dried ; 
 His failing eyes are dimmed with blood ; 
 
 Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 
 Come, let us stand beneath the cross ; 
 
 So may the blood from out his side 
 Fall gently on us drop by drop ; 
 
 Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 
 A broken heart, a fount of tears 
 
 Ask, and they will not be denied ; 
 Lord Jesus, may we love and weep, 
 
 Since thou for us art crucified. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 183 
 
 The Precious Blood. 
 
 H. Bonar. 
 
 Genoa. 887,887. 
 
 J. Barnby. 
 
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 FROM the cross the blood is falling, 
 And to us a voice is calling, 
 Like a trumpet silver-clear. 
 Tis the voice announcing pardon, 
 " It is finished," is its burden, 
 Pardon to the far and near. 
 Peace that precious blood is sealing, 
 All our wounds forever healing, 
 And removing every load ; 
 
147 
 
 FOR HIS DEATH. 
 
 184. 
 
 Words of peace that voice has spoken, 
 Peace that shall no more be broken, 
 Peace between the soul and God. 
 
 God is love ; — we read the writing 
 Traced so deeply in the smiting 
 
 Of the glorious Surety there. 
 God is light ; — we see it beaming, 
 Like a heavenly dayspring gleaming, 
 
 So divinely sweet and fair. 
 
 I84 Christ lifted up. 
 
 y. Newton. 
 
 Martyrdom. C. M. 
 
 H. Wilson. 
 
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 1 T SAW One hanging on the tree, 
 •J- In agony and blood, 
 
 Who fixed his languid eyes on me, 
 As near the cross I stood. 
 
 2 Sure, never to my latest breath 
 
 Can I forget that look ; 
 It seemed to charge me with his death, 
 Though not a word he spoke. 
 
 3 Alas, I knew not what I did, 
 
 But all my tears were vain ; 
 Where could my trembling soul be hid, 
 For I the Lord had slain. 
 
 4 A second look he gave, which said, 
 
 " I freely all forgive ; 
 This blood is for thy ransom paid ; 
 I die that thou may'st live." 
 
 5 Thus while his death my sin displays 
 
 In all its blackest hue, 
 Such is the mystery of grace, 
 It seals my pardon too ! 
 
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 A-men. 
 
i85. 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST 
 
 148 
 
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 O SACRED Head, now wounded ! 
 With grief and shame weighed down ; 
 Now scornfully surrounded 
 
 With thorns, thine only crown ! 
 O sacred Head, what glory, 
 
 What bliss till now was thine ! 
 Yet though despised and gory, 
 I joy to call thee mine. 
 
 What language shall I borrow, 
 
 To thank thee, dearest Friend, 
 For this thy dying sorrow, 
 
 Thy pity without end ! 
 O make me thine for ever, 
 
 And should I faithless be, 
 Lord, let me never, never, 
 
 Outlive my love to thee. 
 
 If I, a wretch, should leave thee, 
 
 O Jesus, leave not me ; 
 In faith may I receive thee, 
 
 When death shall set me free. 
 When strength and comfort languish, 
 
 And I must hence depart, 
 Release me then from anguish, 
 
 By thine own wounded heart. 
 
149 
 
 FOR HIS DEATH. 
 
 186. 
 
 Be near when I am dying, 
 
 O, show thy cross to me ; 
 And for my succor flying, 
 
 Come, Lord, to set me free. 
 These eyes new faith receiving, 
 
 From Jesus shall not move ; 
 For he who dies believing, 
 
 Dies safely — through thy love. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 1 86 "Amazing Pity." 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 Martyrdom. C. M. 
 
 H. Wilson. 
 
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 i 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 Christ, the Lord of glory, 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. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 Beside the Cross 
 
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 1 "DLESSED Saviour! thee I love, 
 *~J All my other joys above ; 
 
 All my hopes in thee abide, 
 Thou my hope, and naught beside ; 
 Ever let my glory be, 
 || : Only, only, only thee. :|| 
 
 2 Once again beside the cross, 
 All my gain I count but loss ; 
 Earthly pleasures fade away, — 
 Clouds they are that hide my day : 
 Hence, vain shadows ! let me see 
 
 || : Jesus crucified for me. :[ 
 
 3 From beneath that thorny crown 
 Trickle drops of cleansing down ; 
 Pardon from thy pierced hand 
 Now I take, while here I stand ; 
 Only then I live to thee, 
 
 || : When thy wounded side I see. :|| 
 
 4 Blessed Saviour, thine am I, 
 Thine to live, and thine to die ; 
 Height or depth or earthly power 
 Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more : 
 Ever let my glory be, 
 
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 FOR HIS DEATH. 
 
 188, 189. 
 
 jgg The Wondrous Cross 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 Hamburg. L. M. 
 
 Gregorian. Arr. L. Mason. 
 
 i Tl rHEN I survey the wondrous cross, 
 * v On which the Prince of glory died, 
 My richest gain I count but loss, 
 
 And pour contempt on all my pride. 
 
 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 
 
 Save in the death of Christ, my God ; 
 All the vain things that charm me most, 
 I sacrifice them to his blood. 
 
 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, 
 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled down : 
 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
 Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 
 
 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
 
 That were a present far too small ; 
 Love so amazing, so divine, 
 
 Demands my soul, my life, my all. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 Rockingham. L. M. 
 
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 ^-^ Where my Redeemer loved, and died ! 
 Her noblest life my spirit draws 
 
 From his dear wounds, and bleeding side. 
 
 I would forever speak his name, 
 In sounds to mortal ears unknown ; 
 
 With angels join to praise the Lamb, 
 And worship at his Father's throne. 
 
 A-men. 
 
190. 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST. 
 
 152 
 
 jqO " The Lord Turned and Looked." Pretorium. 76,76 ; 78,76. 
 
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 J Call back a wandering sheep ; 
 False to thee, like Peter, I 
 
 Would fain like Peter weep. 
 Let me be by grace restored ; 
 
 On me be all long-suffering shown ; 
 Turn, and look upon me, Lord, 
 
 And break my heart of stone. 
 
 2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, 
 
 Repentance to impart, 
 Give me, through thy dying love, 
 
 The humble, contrite heart ; 
 Speak the reconciling word 
 
 And let thy mercy melt me down ; 
 Turn and look upon me, Lord, 
 
 And break my heart of stone. 
 
 3 Look, as when thy languid eye 
 
 Was closed, that we might live. 
 Look, as when thy dying cry 
 
 Arose to God, i Forgive.' 
 Surely, with that dying word, 
 
 He turns, and looks, and cries ' 'Tis done.' 
 O my bleeding, loving Lord, 
 
 This breaks my heart of stone. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
153 
 
 FOR HIS DEATH. 
 
 IQI. 
 
 Friend of Sinners 
 
 Affection. 76,76178,76. 
 
 Mozart. Arr. J. K. Paine. 
 
 r^OD of my salvation, hear, 
 ^* And help me to believe ; 
 Simply do I now draw near 
 
 Thy blessing to receive : 
 Full of guilt, alas ! I am, 
 
 But to thy wounds for refuge flee 
 Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb ! 
 
 Thy blood was shed for me. 
 
 Standing now as newly slain, 
 
 To thee I lift mine eye ; 
 Balm of all my grief and pain, 
 
 Thy blood is always nigh : 
 Now as yesterday the same 
 
 Thou art, and wilt forever be : 
 Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb ! 
 
 Thy blood was shed for me. 
 
 12 
 
 Saviour ! from thy wounded side 
 
 I never will depart ; 
 Here will I my spirit hide, 
 
 When I am pure in heart. 
 Till my place above I claim, 
 
 This only shall be all my plea : 
 Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb ! 
 
 Thy blood was shed for me. 
 
 
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 A-men. 
 
192, 193- 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST 
 
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 192 
 
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 ^-^ With outstretched arms, in mortal woe, 
 Embracing in thy wondrous love 
 The sinful world that lies below. 
 
 2 Give us an ever-living faith 
 
 To gaze beyond the things we see ; 
 And in the mystery of thy death 
 Draw us and all men unto thee. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 193 
 
 Hymn of Theoctistus. 
 
 7V. J. M. Neale. 
 
 Calvary. 
 
 76,76; 88,77. 
 
 E. P. Parker. 
 
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 1 T ESUS, Name all names above, 
 J Jesus, best and dearest, 
 Jesus, Fount of perfect love, 
 
 Holiest, tenderest, nearest ; 
 Jesus, Source of grace completest, 
 Jesus purest, Jesus sweetest, 
 Jesus, Well of power divine, 
 Make me, seal me, keep me thine. 
 
 2 Jesus, open me the gate 
 
 Which the sinner entered, 
 
 Who, in his last dying state, 
 
 Wholly on thee ventured ; 
 
i55 
 
 FOR HIS DEATH. 
 
 194. 
 
 Thou, whose wounds are ever pleading, 
 And thy passion interceding, 
 
 From my misery let me rise 
 
 To a home in Paradise. 
 
 Jesus, crowned with thorns for me, 
 Scourged for my transgression, 
 
 Witnessing, in agony, 
 That thy good confession ; 
 
 Jesus, clad in purple raiment, 
 
 For my evil making payment, 
 Let not all thy woe and pain, 
 Let not Calvary, be in vain. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 Abiding in Christ. 
 
 Tr. H. W. Baker. 
 
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 i T ESUS, grant me this, I pray, 
 J Ever in thy heart to stay ; 
 Let me evermore abide 
 Hidden in thy wounded side. 
 
 2 If the evil one prepare, 
 
 Or the world, a tempting snare, 
 
 I am safe, when I abide 
 
 In thy heart and wounded side. 
 
 3 If the flesh, more dangerous still, 
 Tempt my soul to deeds of ill, 
 Naught I fear, when I abide 
 
 In thy heart and wounded side. 
 
 4 Death will come one day to me ; 
 Jesus, cast me not from thee : 
 Dying, let me still abide 
 
 In thy heart and wounded side. 
 
 A-men. 
 
195- 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST 
 
 156 
 
 195 
 
 Rock of Ages. 
 
 A. M. Toplady. 
 
 Rock of Ages. 7s. 61. 
 
 7. B. Dykes. 
 
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 ROCK of ages ! cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in thee : 
 Let the water and the blood, 
 From thy wounded side that flowed 
 Be of sin the perfect cure ; 
 Save me, Lord, and make me pure. 
 
 Should my tears forever flow, 
 Should my zeal no languor know, 
 This for sin could ne'er atone ; 
 Thou must save, and thou alone ; 
 Nothing in my hand I bring, 
 Simply to thy cross I cling. 
 
 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
 When my eye-lids close in death, 
 When I rise to worlds unknown, 
 And behold thee on thy throne, 
 Rock of ages ! cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in thee. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 Second Tune. 
 
 Toplady. 7s. 61. 
 
 T. Hastings. 
 
157 
 
 FOR HIS DEATH. 
 
 196, I97. 
 
 I96 
 
 Hebrews x. i- 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
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 Could give the guilty conscience peace, 
 Or wash away the stain. 
 
 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, 
 
 Takes all our sins away ; 
 A sacrifice of nobler name, 
 And richer blood, than they. 
 
 3 My faith would lay her hand 
 
 On that dear head of thine, 
 While like a penitent I stand, 
 And there confess my sin. 
 
 4 My soul looks back, to see 
 
 The burdens thou didst bear, 
 When hanging on the cursed tree, 
 And hopes her guilt was there. 
 
 5 Believing, we rejoice 
 
 To see the curse remove ; 
 We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 
 And sing his bleeding love. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 197 
 
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 Isaiah liii. 6. 
 
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 W. H. Havergal. 
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 ^^ For man's transgression slain, 
 We thy redeeming love record 
 In songs of thankful strain. 
 
198. 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST 
 
 158 
 
 I97. CONTINUED 
 
 2 We upward lift our longing eyes, 
 
 And muse on Calvary ; 
 
 On thy mysterious sacrifice, 
 
 Thy shame and agony. 
 
 3 We all like erring sheep had strayed 
 
 From God the Father's care ; 
 The guilt of all on thee was laid, 
 Our burden thou didst bear. 
 
 4 O Christ, be thou our present joy, 
 
 Our future great reward ; 
 Our only glory may it be, 
 To glory in the Lord ! 
 
 5 O may we, through thy cross and pain, 
 
 With all who thee adore, 
 A blessed resurrection gain, 
 And life for evermore ! 
 
 
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 ■*■ Drawn from Immanuel's veins : 
 And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 
 |: Lose all their guilty stains. :| 
 
159 
 
 FOR HIS DEATH. 
 
 199. 
 
 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 And there may I, though vile as he, 
 |: Wash all my sins away. :|| 
 
 3 Dear, dying Lamb ! thy precious blood 
 
 Shall never lose its power. 
 Till all the ransomed church of God 
 ||: Are saved, to sin no more. :|| 
 
 4 Since first, by faith, I saw the stream 
 
 Thy flowing wounds supply, 
 Redeeming love has been my theme, 
 1 : And shall be, till I die. :|| 
 
 5 And when this feeble, stammering tongue 
 
 Lies silent in the grave, 
 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, 
 I : I'll sing thy power to save. :|| 
 
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 Praise for Redemption. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
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 i "DLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, 
 ■*- We wretched sinners lay, 
 Without one cheerful beam of hope, 
 Or spark of glimmering day. 
 
 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace 
 Beheld our helpless grief; 
 He saw, and — O 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. 
 
200. 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST 
 
 1 60 
 
 199. CONTINUED. 
 
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 4 O 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. 
 
 200 
 
 Before the Cross. 
 
 J. Allen and W. Shirley. 
 
 Friendship. 8-7. D. 
 
 From Mozart. 
 
 1 CWEET the moments, rich in blessing 
 ^ Which before the cross I spend ; 
 Life, and health, and peace possessing, 
 
 From the sinner's dying Friend. 
 Truly blessed is this station. 
 
 Low before his cross to lie ; 
 While I see divine compassion 
 
 Beaming in his gracious eye 
 
 2 Here it is I find my heaven, 
 
 While upon the cross I gaze ; 
 Love I much ? I'm much forgiven ; 
 I'm a miracle of grace. 
 
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 FOR HIS DEATH. 
 
 201, 202. 
 
 Love and grief my heart dividing, 
 With my tears his feet I'll bathe ; 
 
 Constant still, in faith abiding, 
 Life deriving from his death. 
 
 201 
 
 Beneath the Cross. 
 
 H. Bonar. 
 
 Martyrs. C. M. 
 
 Scottish. 
 
 /^VPPRESSED with noon-day's scorching 
 ^-^ To jonder cross I flee ; 
 Beneath its shelter take my seat : 
 
 No shade like this for me ! 
 Beneath that cross clear waters burst — 
 
 A fountain sparkling free ; 
 And there I quench my desert thirst ; 
 
 No spring like this for me ! 
 A stranger here, I pitch my tent 
 
 Beneath this spreading tree ; 
 Here shall my pilgrim life be spent : 
 
 No home like this for me ! 
 For burdened ones a resting-place, 
 
 Beside that cross I see ; 
 I here cast off my weariness : 
 
 No rest like this for me ! 
 
 heat, 
 
 A-men. 
 
 202 
 
 Dying to Sin 
 
 M. Bridges. 
 
 St. Agnes. 
 j.b. 
 
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 BEFORE the cross of him who died 
 Behold I prostrate fall ; 
 Let every sin be crucified 
 And Christ be all in all. 
 Let every thought and work and word 
 
 To thee be ever given ; 
 Then life shall be thy service, Lord, 
 And death the gate of heaven. 
 
 A-men. 
 
203, 204. 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST 
 
 162 
 
 203 
 
 Looking to the Cross. 
 
 Unknown Writer. 
 
 Bartholdy. 7-6. D. 
 
 Storl. Arr. Mendelssohn. 
 
 1 \~X 7"HEN human hopes all wither, 
 
 * * And friends no aid supply, 
 Then whither, Lord, ah ! whither 
 
 Can turn my straining eye ? 
 'Mid storms of grief still rougher, 
 
 'Mid darker, deadlier shade, 
 That cross where thou didst suffer, 
 
 On Calvary was displayed. 
 
 2 On that my gaze I fasten, 
 
 My refuge that I make ; 
 Though sorely thou may'st chasten, 
 
 Thou never canst forsake. 
 Thou on that cross didst languish 
 
 Ere glory crowned thy head ! 
 And I, through death and anguish, 
 
 Must be to glory led. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 204 
 
 The Lord is risen. 
 
 NUREMBURG. 7S. 
 From a German Choral. 
 
 i /^HRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day, 
 ^" Our triumphant holy day : 
 He endured the cross and grave, 
 Sinners to redeem and save. 
 
163 
 
 FOR HIS RESURRECTION 
 
 205. 
 
 2 Lo ! he rises, mighty King ! 
 Where, O death, is now thy sting? 
 Lo ! he claims his native sky ! 
 Grave, where is thy victory ? 
 
 3 Sinners, see your ransom paid, 
 Peace with God forever made : 
 With your risen Saviour rise ; 
 Claim with him the purchased skies. 
 
 4 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, 
 Our triumphant holy day : 
 Loud the song of victory raise ; 
 Shout the great Redeemer's praise. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 205 
 
 Our Passover. 
 
 Tr. R. Campbell. 
 
 Annunciation. CM. 
 
 G. M. Garrett. 
 
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 1 \7"E choirs of New Jerusalem, 
 
 ■*■ Your sweetest notes employ, 
 The paschal victory to hymn 
 In strains of holy joy : 
 
 2 How Judah's Lion burst his chains, 
 
 And bruised the serpent's head ; 
 And cried aloud, through death's domains, 
 To wake th' imprisoned dead. 
 
 3 Right gloriously he triumphs now • 
 
 To him all power is given ; 
 To him in one communion bow 
 All saints in earth and heaven. 
 
 4 And we, as these his deeds we sing, 
 
 His soldiers, him implore, 
 Within his palace bright to bring 
 And keep us evermore. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
206. 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST. 
 
 164 
 
 206 My Hope and Trust. 
 
 C. F. Gellert. 
 
 M'Ilvaine. 78,78; 77. 
 
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 J Death ! thy sting is gone for ever ! 
 He who deigned for me to die 
 Lives, the bands of death to sever. 
 He shall raise me with the just : 
 Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 
 
 2 Jesus lives and reigns supreme ; 
 
 And, his kingdom still remaining, 
 I shall also be with him, 
 
 Ever living, ever reigning. 
 
 God has promised ; be it must : 
 Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 
 
 3 Jesus lives, and by his grace 
 
 Victory o'er my passions giving, 
 I will cleanse my heart and ways, 
 Ever to his glory living. 
 Me he raises from the dust: 
 Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 
 
 4 Jesus lives ! I know full well, 
 
 Nought from him my heart can sever ; 
 Life, nor death, nor powers of hell, 
 Joy, nor grief, henceforth, forever. 
 None of all his saints is lost ; 
 Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 
 
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 207. 
 
 5 Jesus lives, and death is now 
 But my entrance into glory. 
 Courage, then, my soul, for thou 
 Hast a crown of life before thee ; 
 
 Thou shalt find thy hopes were just — 
 Jesus is the Christian's Trust. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 207 
 
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 1 T ESUS Christ is risen to-day — Hallelujah ! 
 J Our triumphant holy day — Hallelujah ! 
 Who did once, upon the cross, — Hallelujah ! 
 Suffer to redeem our loss. — Hallelujah ! 
 
 2 Hymns of praise then let us sing — Hallelujah ! 
 Unto Christ, our heavenly King ; — Hallelujah ! 
 Who endured the cross and grave, — Hallelujah! 
 Sinners to redeem and save. — Hallelujah ! 
 
 3 But the pain which he endured — Hallelujah ! 
 Our salvation hath procured ; — Hallelujah ! 
 Honor, then, to him, and praise, — Hallelujah ! 
 Rising on this Day of days ! — Hallelujah ! 
 
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 J Death ! thy sting is gone for ever ! 
 He who deigned for me to die 
 Lives, the bands of death to sever. 
 He shall raise me with the just : 
 Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 
 
 2 Jesus lives and reigns supreme ; 
 
 And, his kingdom still remaining, 
 I shall also be with him, 
 
 Ever living, ever reigning. 
 
 God has promised ; be it must : 
 Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 
 
 3 Jesus lives, and by his grace 
 
 Victory o'er my passions giving, 
 I will cleanse my heart and ways, 
 Ever to his glory living. 
 Me he raises from the dust: 
 Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 
 
 4 Jesus lives ! I know full well, 
 
 Nought from him my heart can sever; 
 Life, nor death, nor powers of hell, 
 Joy, nor grief, henceforth, forever. 
 None of all his saints is lost ; 
 Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 
 
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 FOR HIS RESURRECTION. 
 
 207. 
 
 5 Jesus lives, and death is now 
 But my entrance into glory. 
 Courage, then, my soul, for thou 
 Hast a crown of life before thee ; 
 Thou shalt find thy hopes were just- 
 Jesus is the Christian's Trust. 
 
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 207 
 
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 J Our triumphant holy day — Hallelujah 
 Who did once, upon the cross, — Hallelujah ! 
 Suffer to redeem our loss. — Hallelujah ! 
 
 2 Hymns of praise then let us sing — Hallelujah ! 
 Unto Christ, our heavenly King ; — Hallelujah ! 
 Who endured the cross and grave, — Hallelujah! 
 Sinners to redeem and save. — Hallelujah ! 
 
 3 But the pain which he endured — Hallelujah ! 
 Our salvation hath procured ; — Hallelujah ! 
 Honor, then, to him, and praise, — Hallelujah ! 
 Rising on this Day of days ! — Hallelujah ! 
 
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208. 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST 
 
 166 
 
 208 ^ HE Lord IS RlSEN - 
 
 T. Hastings. 
 
 Hastings. 86,86; 88. 
 
 T. Hastings. 
 
 i TLJ O W calm and beautiful the morn, 
 *•*' That gilds the sacred tomb, 
 Where once the Crucified was borne, 
 
 And vailed in midnight gloom ! 
 O weep no more the Saviour slain ; 
 The Lord is risen — he lives again. 
 
 2 Ye mourning saints, dry every tear 
 
 For your departed Lord ; 
 " Behold the place — he is not here," 
 
 The tomb is all unbarred : 
 The gates of death were closed in vain ; 
 The Lord is risen — he lives again. 
 
 3 Now cheerful to the house of prayer 
 
 Your early footsteps bend ; 
 The Saviour will himself be there, 
 
 Your advocate and friend : 
 Once by the law your hopes were slain, 
 But now in Christ ye live again. 
 
 4 How tranquil now the rising day ! 
 
 'T is Jesus still appears, 
 A risen Lord, to chase away 
 
 Your unbelieving fears : 
 O, weep no more your comforts slain ; 
 The Lord is risen — he lives again. 
 
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 209. 
 
 5 And when the shades of evening fall, 
 When life's last hour draws nigh, 
 If Jesus shine upon the soul, 
 
 How blissful then to die ! 
 Since he has risen who once was slain, 
 Ye die in Christ to live again. 
 
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 209 
 
 The Stone Rolled Away. 
 
 T. Scott. 
 
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 C. F. Roper. 
 
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 -£*■ Death, yield up thy mighty prey ! 
 See, he rises from the tomb, 
 Glowing with immortal bloom. 
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day. 
 
 2 Tis the Saviour ! Angel, raise 
 Shouts of everlasting praise : 
 Let the world's remotest bound 
 Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 
 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day. 
 
 3 Saints on earth, lift up your eyes,— 
 Now to glory see him rise 
 
 In long triumph through the sky, 
 Up to waiting worlds on high. 
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
210,211. 
 
 PRAISE TO CHRIST 
 
 168 
 
 Christ Enthroned 
 
 M. Bridges. 
 
 i T3 ISE, glorious Conqueror, rise 
 
 -"-^- Into thy native skies, — Assume thy right : 
 And where, in many a fold, The clouds are backward roll'd — 
 Pass through those gates of gold, And reign in light ! 
 
 2 Victor o'er death and hell ! 
 
 Cherubic legions swell Thy radiant train : 
 Praises all heaven inspire, Each angel sweeps his lyre, 
 And waves his wings of fire, — Thou Lamb once slain ! 
 
 3 Enter, incarnate God ! 
 
 No feet but thine have trod The serpent down : 
 Blow the full trumpets, blow ! Wider yon portals throw ! 
 Saviour, triumphant, go And take thy crown ! 
 
 4 Lion of Judah — Hail ! — 
 
 And let thy name prevail From age to age : 
 Lord of the rolling years — Claim for thine own the spheres, 
 For thou hast bought with tears Thy heritage. 
 
 2ii Ascended on High. 
 
 E. Toke. 
 
 Ascension. S. M. D. 
 
 G. J. Elvey. 
 
 i nTHOU art gone up on high, 
 -*- To realms beyond the skies ; 
 And round thy throne unceasingly 
 The songs of praise arise ; 
 
169 
 
 FOR HIS ASCENSION. 
 
 212. 
 
 But we are lingering here, 
 With sin and care oppressed ; 
 
 Lord, send thy promised Comforter, 
 And lead us to our rest. 
 
 Thou art gone up on high ; 
 
 But thou didst first come down, 
 Through earth's most bitter misery 
 
 To pass unto thy crown ; 
 And girt with griefs and fears 
 
 Our onward course must be ; 
 But only let this path of tears 
 
 Lead us at last to thee. 
 
 Thou art gone up on high ; 
 
 But thou shalt come again, 
 With all the bright ones of the sky 
 
 Attendant in thy train. 
 Lord, by thy saving power, 
 
 So make us live and die, 
 That we may stand in that dread hour 
 
 At thy right hand on high. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 212 
 
 John xiv. 2-4. 
 
 C. F. Alexander. 
 
 ABNEY. CM. 
 
 N. Herrmann. 
 
 1 T^H' eternal gates lift up their heads, 
 
 -*- The doors are opened wide ; 
 The King of glory is gone up 
 Unto his Father's side. 
 
 2 Thou art gone in before us, Lord, 
 
 Thou hast prepared a place, 
 That we may be where now thou art, 
 And look upon thy face. 
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 PRAISE TO CHRIST 
 
 170 
 
 212. CONTINUED. 
 
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 3 And ever on thine earthly path 
 
 A gleam of glory lies ; 
 A light still breaks behind the cloud 
 That vails thee from our eyes. 
 
 4 Lift up our thoughts, lift up our songs, 
 
 And let thy grace be given, 
 That, while we linger yet below, 
 Our hearts may be in heaven ; — 
 
 5 That, where thou art at God's right hand, 
 
 Our hope, our love may be : 
 Dwell in us now, that we may dwell 
 For evermore in thee. 
 
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 2 jo The King of Glory. 
 
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 Janua Coeli. L. M. D. 
 
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 1 /^\UR Lord is risen from the dead, 
 ^-^ Our Jesus is gone up on high ; 
 The powers of hell are captive led, 
 
 Dragged to the portals of the sky, 
 There his triumphal chariot waits, 
 
 And angels chant the solemn lay : 
 " Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, 
 
 Ye everlasting doors, give way ! " 
 
I7I IN HIS HEAVENLY GLORY. 214. 
 
 2 Loose all your bars of massy light, 
 
 And wide unfold th' ethereal scene ; 
 He claims these mansions as his right ; 
 
 Receive the King of glory in. 
 " Who is the King of glory, who ? " 
 
 The Lord that all his foes o'ercame ; 
 That sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew ; 
 
 And JESUS is the conqueror's name. 
 
 3 Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits, 
 
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 Are far inferior to thy name ? 
 
 2 Worthy is he that once was slain, 
 
 The Prince of Peace that groaned and died, 
 Worthy to rise, and live, and reign, 
 At his almighty Father's side. 
 
 3 Honor immortal must be paid 
 
 Instead of scandal and of scorn ; 
 While glory shines around his head, 
 And a bright crown without a thorn. 
 
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 ^ The saints in heaven began the strain, 
 The homage which to Christ belongs : 
 " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain ! " 
 
 Slain to redeem us by his blood, 
 To cleanse from every sinful stain, 
 
 And make us kings and priests to God, 
 " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain! " 
 
 To him, enthroned by filial right, 
 
 All power in heaven and earth proclaim, 
 
 Honor and majesty and might ; 
 
 " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain! " 
 
 Long as we live, and when we die, 
 
 And while in heaven with him we reign ; 
 
 This song, our song of songs shall be : 
 " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain! " 
 
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 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, 
 
 Who from his altar call ; 
 1 : Hail him who saves you by his blood 
 And crown him Lord of all. :[ 
 
 3 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 
 
 The wormwood and the gall, — 
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 And crown him Lord of all. :|| 
 
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 The Lamb upon his throne ; 
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 All music but its own : 
 With his most precious blood 
 
 From sin he set us free : 
 We hail him as our matchless King 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 Crown him, the Lord of love: 
 
 Behold his hands and side, 
 Rich wounds, yet visible above 
 
 In beauty glorified : 
 No angel in the sky 
 
 Can fully bear that sight, 
 But downward bends his burning eye 
 
 At mysteries so bright. 
 
 Crown him the Lord of peace : 
 
 Whose power a sceptre sways 
 From pole to pole, that wars may cease, 
 
 And all be prayer and praise : 
 His reign shall know no end, 
 
 And round his pierced feet 
 Fair flowers of Paradise extend 
 
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 One with the Father known, 
 One with the Spirit through him given 
 
 From yonder glorious throne ! 
 To thee be endless praise, 
 
 For thou for us hast died : 
 Be thou, O Lord, through endless days 
 
 Adored and magnified. 
 
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 i THE goodly land I see, With peace and plenty blest; 
 -*■ A land of sacred liberty And endless rest : 
 There milk and honey flow, And oil and wine abound, 
 And trees of life forever grow With mercy crowned. 
 
 2 There dwells the Lord our King,The Lord our righteousness ; 
 Triumphant o'er the world and sin, The Prince of peace, 
 On Zion's sacred height, His kingdom still maintains, 
 
 And glorious, with his saints in light, Forever reigns. 
 
 3 Before the Saviour's face The ransomed nations bow, 
 O'erwhelmed at his almighty grace, Forever new : 
 He shows his prints of love ; They kindle to a flame, 
 
 And sound through all the worlds above, ' Worthy the Lamb ! ' 
 
 4 The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on 
 
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 " Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! " They ever cry. 
 Hail, Abrah'm's God and mine ! (I join the heavenly 
 
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 Through all eternity. 
 
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 Behold his hands and side, 
 Rich wounds, yet visible above 
 
 In beauty glorified : 
 No angel in the sky 
 
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 But downward bends his burning eye 
 
 At mysteries so bright. 
 
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 Whose power a sceptre sways 
 From pole to pole, that wars may cease, 
 
 And all be prayer and praise : 
 His reign shall know no end, 
 
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 Fair flowers of Paradise extend 
 
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 One with the Father known, 
 One with the Spirit through him given 
 
 From yonder glorious throne ! 
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 *■ A land of sacred liberty And endless rest : 
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 And trees of life forever grow With mercy crowned. 
 
 2 There dwells the Lord our King,The Lord our righteousness ; 
 Triumphant o'er the world and sin, The Prince of peace, 
 On Zion's sacred height, His kingdom still maintains, 
 
 And glorious, with his saints in light, Forever reigns. 
 
 3 Before the Saviour's face The ransomed nations bow, 
 O'er whelmed at his almighty grace, Forever new : 
 He shows his prints of love ; They kindle to a flame, 
 
 And sound through all the worlds above, ' Worthy the Lamb ! ' 
 
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 " Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! " They ever cry. 
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 i T OOK, ye saints! the sight is glorious: 
 ■*— ' See the Man of sorrows now, 
 From the fight returned victorious ; — 
 Every knee to him shall bow : 
 
 Crown him — crown him ! — 
 Crowns become the victor's brow. 
 
 2 Crown the Saviour, angels ! crown him : 
 
 Rich the trophies Jesus brings : 
 In the seat of power enthrone him, 
 While the vault of heaven rings : 
 
 Crown him — crown him ! — 
 Crown the Saviour, King of kings. 
 
 3 Sinners in derision crowned him, — 
 
 Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; 
 Saints and angels ! crowd around him, — 
 Own his title, praise his name : 
 
 Crown him — crown him ! — 
 Spread abroad the victor's fame. 
 
 Hark ! those bursts of acclamation ! 
 
 Hark ! those loud triumphant chords ! 
 Jesus takes the highest station ; — 
 
 O what joy the sight affords ! 
 Crown him — crown him, — 
 
 King of kings, and Lord of lords ! 
 
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 The God of glory reigns. 
 
 2 While harps unnumbered sound his praise 
 
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 His saints on earth admire his ways, 
 And glory in his love. 
 
 3 When troubles, like a burning sun, 
 
 Beat heavy on their head, 
 To this almighty Rock they run, 
 And find a pleasing shade. 
 
 4 How glorious he ! how happy they, 
 
 In such a glorious Friend ! 
 Whose love secures them all the way, 
 And crowns them at the end. 
 
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 ^ With angels round the throne ; 
 Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, 
 
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 " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, 
 " For he was slain for us." 
 
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 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 that sits upon the throne, 
 And to adore the Lamb. 
 
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 Let heaven and earth reply, — " Praise ye his name ! " 
 Angels his love adore, Who all our sorrows bore, 
 Saints cry for ever more, — " Worthy the Lamb." 
 
 Ye who surround the throne, 
 
 Cheerfully join in one, Praising his name : 
 Ye who have felt his blood Sealing your peace with God, 
 
 Sound through the earth abroad,— " Worthy the Lamb." 
 
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 3 Soon must we change our place, 
 
 Yet will we never cease Praising his name : 
 Still will we tribute bring, Hail him our gracious King; 
 And through all ages sing, — " Worthy the Lamb." 
 
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 -^ The bleeding sacrifice In my behalf appears ; 
 
 I : Before the throne my Surety stands, :|| 
 My name is written on his hands. 
 
 2 He ever lives above For me to intercede ; 
 
 His all-redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead ; 
 I : His blood atoned for all our race, :|| 
 And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 
 
 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Received on Calvarv ; 
 They pour effectual prayers, They strongly plead for me 
 
 |j: Forgive him, O forgive, they cry, :|| 
 Nor let that ransomed sinner die. 
 
 4 The Father hears him pray, His dear anointed One : 
 He cannot turn away The presence of his Son : 
 
 ||: His Spirit answers to the blood, :|| 
 And tells me I am born of God. 
 
 5 My God is reconciled ; His pard'ning voice I hear : 
 He owns me for his child ; I can no longer fear : 
 : With confidence I now draw nigh, :|| 
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 Our Intercessor. 
 
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 TT E lives, the great Redeemer lives, — 
 ■*■ *■ What joy the blest assurance gives ! 
 And now, before his Father, God, 
 Pleads the full merit of his blood. 
 
 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, 
 
 And justice armed with frowns appears ; 
 But in the Saviour's lovely face, 
 Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 
 
 3 Hence then, ye black, despairing thoughts 
 Above our fears, above our fauits, 
 
 His powerful intercessions rise, 
 And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 
 
 4 In every dark, distressful hour, 
 When sin and Satan join their power, 
 Let this dear hope repel the dart, 
 That Jesus bears us on his heart. 
 
 5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend ! 
 On him our humble hopes depend ; 
 Our cause can never, never fail, 
 For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. 
 
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 1 ~VK 7"AKE the song of jubilee, 
 * * Let it echo o'er the sea ! 
 Now is come the promised hour ; 
 Jesus reigns with glorious power ! 
 
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 2 All ye nations, join and sing, 
 
 Praise your Saviour, praise your King ; 
 Let it sound from shore to shore, — 
 1 Jesus reigns for evermore ! ' 
 
 3 Hark! the desert lands rejoice; 
 And the islands join their voice ; 
 Joy ! the whole creation sings, — 
 1 Jesus is the King of kings ! ' 
 
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 -^ Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore : 
 
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 Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 
 
 2 His kingdom cannot fail ; He rules o'er earth and heaven ; 
 The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given : 
 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice : 
 Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 
 
 3 He all his foes shall quell, Shall all our sins destroy, 
 And every bosom swell With pure seraphic joy : 
 
 Lift up the heart, lift up the voice : 
 Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 
 
 4 Rejoice in glorious hope ! Jesus, the judge, shall come, 
 And take his servants up To their eternal home : 
 We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice — 
 The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice ! 
 
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 3 Come, for creation groans, Impatient of thy stay, 
 
 Worn out with these long years of ill, 
 These ages of delay. 
 
 4 Come, and make all things new, Build up this ruined earth, 
 
 Restore our faded paradise, — 
 Creation's second birth. 
 
 5 Come and begin thy reign Of everlasting peace ; 
 
 Come, take the kingdom to thyself, 
 Great King of Righteousness ! 
 
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 228 Thy Kingdom come. 
 
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 That never pains again. 
 
 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. 
 
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 ■*■ -^ Loud as mighty thunders roar 
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 When it breaks upon the shore ! 
 Hallelujah ! for the Lord 
 God omnipotent shall reign ; 
 Hallelujah ! let the word 
 Echo round the earth and main. 
 
 Hallelujah ! — hark ! the sound, 
 
 From the center to the skies, 
 
 Wakes above, beneath, around, 
 
 All creation's harmonies : 
 
 See Jehovah's banners furled, 
 
 Sheathed his sword : he speaks — 'tis done, 
 
 And the kingdoms of this world 
 
 Are the kingdoms of his Son. 
 
 He shall reign from pole to pole, 
 With illimitable sway ; 
 He shall reign, when like a scroll 
 Yonder heavens are passed away. 
 Then the end : beneath his rod 
 Man's last enemy shall fall : 
 Hallelujah ! Christ in God, 
 God in Christ, is all in all ! 
 
230. 
 
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 F, R. Havergal. 
 
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 ''"PHOU art coming, O my Saviour, 
 -L Thou art coming, O my King, 
 In thy beauty all-resplendent 
 In thy glory all-transcendent ; 
 
 Well may we rejoice and sing ; 
 Coming ! In the opening east 
 
 Herald brightness slowly swells ; 
 Coming ! O my glorious Priest, 
 
 Hear we not thy golden bells? 
 
 Thou art coming, thou art coming ; 
 
 We shall meet thee on thy way, 
 We shall see thee, we shall know thee, 
 We shall bless thee, we shall show thee 
 
 All our hearts could never say; 
 What an anthem that will be, 
 Bringing out our love to thee, 
 Pouring out our rapture sweet 
 At thine own all-glorious feet. 
 
 Thou art coming ; at thy table 
 
 We are witnesses for this ; 
 While remembering hearts thou meetest 
 In communion clearest, sweetest, 
 
 Earnest of our coming bliss, 
 
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 Showing not thy death alone, 
 And thy love exceeding great, 
 
 But thy coming, and thy throne, 
 All lor which we long and wait. 
 
 O the joy to see thee reigning, 
 
 Thee, my own beloved Lord ! 
 Every tongue thy name confessing, 
 Worship, honor, glory, blessing, 
 
 Brought to thee with one accord ; 
 Thee, my Master and my Friend, 
 
 Vindicated and enthroned, 
 Unto earth's remotest end 
 
 Glorified, adored, and owned. 
 
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 -*■ The midnight cry is heard ; thy sleep forsake. 
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 Arise, make haste, go forth, the Bridegroom greet. 
 Sing the new song ! thy triumph has begun ; 
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 A friendless stranger she. 
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 Sun after sun has set, 
 And still in weeds of widowhood, 
 She weeps, a mourner yet. 
 Come then, Lord Jesus, come! 
 
 Saint after saint on earth 
 
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 And as they left us one by one, 
 
 We laid them side by side. 
 
 We laid them down to sleep, 
 
 But not in hope forlorn — 
 We laid them but to slumber there 
 
 Till the last glorious morn. 
 Come then, Lord Jesus, come ! 
 
 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. 
 
 Should not the loving Bride 
 
 The absent Bridegroom mourn ? 
 Should she not wear the weeds of grief 
 
 Until her Lord return ? 
 Come then, Lord Jesus, come ! 
 
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 And waits to hear that voice 
 
 That shall restore her comeliness, 
 And make her wastes rejoice. 
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 The curse, the sin, the stain, 
 
 And make this blighted world of ours 
 Thine own fair world again. 
 Come then, Lord Jesus, come ! 
 
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 ^REAT God ! what do I see and hear?- 
 ^-* The end of things created ! 
 Behold the Judge of man appear, 
 
 On clouds of glory seated ! 
 The trumpet sounds — the graves restore 
 The dead which they contained before ! 
 
 Prepare, my soul, to meet him! 
 
 The dead in Christ shall first arise, 
 At the last trumpet's sounding, 
 
 Caught up to meet him in the skies, 
 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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 REJOICE, all ye believers, 
 And let your lights appear, 
 The evening is advancing, 
 
 And midnight now is near ; 
 The Bridegroom is arising, 
 
 And soon he draweth nigh ; 
 
 Up, up, and watch, and wrestle, 
 
 At midnight comes the cry. 
 
 See that your lamps are burning, 
 
 Replenish them with oil, 
 And wait for your salvation — 
 
 The end of earthly toil. 
 The watchers on the mountain 
 
 Proclaim the Bridegroom near: 
 Go meet him as he cometh, 
 
 With Hallelujahs clear. 
 
 Ye wise and holy virgins, 
 
 Now raise your voices higher, 
 Until in songs of triumph 
 
 They meet the angel choir. 
 The marriage feast is waiting, 
 
 The doors wide open stand, 
 Be ready, then, to meet him, 
 
 The Bridegroom is at hand. 
 
 
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 FOR HIS ATONEMENT. 
 
 235. 
 
 4 Our Hope and Expectation, 
 
 O Jesus ! now appear ; 
 Arise, thou Sun, so longed for, 
 
 O'er this benighted sphere ! 
 With hearts and hands uplifted, 
 
 We plead, O Lord, to see 
 The day of earth's redemption, 
 
 That brings us unto thee ! 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 1 TTOW heavy is the night 
 *- -*■ That hangs upon our eyes, 
 Till Christ with his reviving light 
 Over our souls arise ! 
 
 2 Our guilty spirits dread 
 
 To meet the wrath of heaven ; 
 But in his righteousness arrayed, 
 We see our sins forgiven. 
 
 3 Unholy and impure 
 
 Are all our thoughts and ways ; 
 His hands infected nature cure 
 With sanctifying grace. 
 
 4 The powers of hell agree 
 
 To hold our souls in vain ; 
 He sets the sons of bondage free, 
 And breaks the cursed chain. 
 
 5 Lord, we adore thy ways 
 
 To bring us near to God, 
 Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace, 
 And thine atoning blood. 
 
 A-men. 
 
236, 237- 
 
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 i CAVIOUR, source of every blessing, 
 ^ Tune my heart to grateful lays ; 
 Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 
 Call for ceaseless songs of praise. 
 
 2 Teach me some melodious measure, 
 
 Sung by raptured saints above ; 
 Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, 
 While I sing redeeming love. 
 
 3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, 
 
 Wandering from the fold of God ; 
 Thou, to save my soul from danger, 
 Didst redeem me with thy blood. 
 
 4 By thy hand restored, defended, 
 
 Safe through life, thus far, I'm come ; 
 And, O Lord, when life is ended, 
 Bring me to my heavenly home. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 A/TAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned 
 *■**■ On my Redeemer's brow ; 
 His head with radiant glories crowned, 
 His lips with grace o'erflow. 
 
 No mortal can with him compare 
 
 Among the sons of men : 
 Fairer is he than all the fair 
 
 That fill the heavenly train. 
 
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 FOR HIS ATONENENT. 
 
 238. 
 
 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, 
 
 He flew to my relief; 
 For me he bore the shameful cross, 
 And carried all my grief. 
 
 4 To him I owe my life, and breath, 
 
 And all the joys I have : 
 He makes me triumph over death, 
 And saves me from the grave. 
 
 5 To heaven, the place of his abode, 
 
 He brings my weary feet ; 
 Shows me the glories of my God, 
 And makes my joys complete. 
 
 6 Since from his bounty I receive 
 
 Such proofs of love divine, 
 Had I a thousand hearts to give, 
 Lord, they should all be thine ! 
 
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 1 A RT thou weary, art thou languid, art thou sore dis- 
 ^ trest ? 
 
 " Come to me," saith One, "and coming, be at rest! " 
 
 2 Hath he marks to lead me to him, if he be my Guide ? — 
 " In his feet and hands are wound-prints, and. his side." 
 
 3 If I find him, if I follow, what his guerdon here ? — 
 " Many a sorrow, many a labor, many a tear." 
 
 4 If I still hold closely to him, what hath he at last? — 
 " Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, Jordan passed." 
 
 $ If I ask him to receive me, will he say me nay ? 
 " Not till earth, and not till heaven pass away." 
 
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 1 WILL praise thee every day, 
 
 -■- Now thine anger's turned away ! 
 Comfort now and hope arise 
 From the bleeding sacrifice. 
 
 2 Jesus is become at length, 
 
 My salvation and my strength ; 
 And his praises shall prolong, 
 While I live, my pleasant song. 
 
 3 Praise ye, then, his glorious name, 
 Publish his exalted fame ! 
 
 Still his worth your praise exceeds, 
 Excellent are all his deeds. 
 
 4 Raise again the joyful sound, 
 Let the nations roil it round ! 
 Zion, shout, for this is he, 
 
 God the Saviour dwells in thee. 
 
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 -*- Awake the sacred song ; 
 O may his love — immortal flame— 
 I : Tune every heart and tongue. :|| 
 
I93 PRAISE TO THE HOLY SPIRIT. 241. 
 
 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach ! 
 
 What mortal tongue display ! 
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 1 : In wonder dies away. :|| 
 
 3 For us he left his throne on high, 
 
 Left the bright realms of bliss, 
 And came on earth to bleed and die — 
 [ : Was ever love like this ? :|| 
 
 4 O may the sweet, the blissful theme 
 Fill every heart and tongue, 
 Till strangers love thy charming name, 
 I : And join the sacred song. :|| ~A^ien. 
 
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 i POME, O Creator-Spirit blest, 
 ^" And in our souls take up thy rest ; 
 Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid, 
 To fill the hearts which thou hast made. 
 
 2 Great Comforter, to thee we cry ; 
 O highest gift of God most high ! 
 O fount of life ! O fire of love ! 
 And sweet anointing from above ! 
 
 3 Kindle our senses from above, 
 And make our hearts o'erflow with love ; 
 With patience firm, and virtue high, 
 The weakness of our flesh supply. 
 
 4 Far from us drive the foe we dread, 
 And grant us thy true peace instead ; 
 So shall we not, with thee for guide, 
 Turn from the path of life aside. ' A . m ^ n 
 
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 1 r*OME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 ^ With all thy quickening powers, 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 
 In these cold hearts of ours. 
 
 2 Look how we grovel here below, 
 
 Fond of these trifling toys ; 
 Our souls can neither fly nor go 
 To reach eternal joys. 
 
 3 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live 
 
 At this poor dying rate ? 
 Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 
 And thine to us so great ? 
 
 4 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 
 With all thy quickening powers ; 
 Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
 And that shall kindle ours. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 243 
 
 The Spirit's Work. 
 
 y. Hart. 
 
 Eastnor. S. M. 
 
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 i rOME Holy Spirit, come ; 
 ^ Let thy bright beams arise ; 
 Dispel the sorrow from our minds, 
 The darkness from our eyes. 
 
 2 Convince us of our sin ; 
 
 Then lead to Jesus' blood, 
 And to our wondering view reveal 
 The secret love of God. 
 
 
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 244. 
 
 3 Revive our drooping faith, 
 
 Our doubts and fears remove, 
 And kindle in our breasts the flame 
 Of never-dying love. 
 
 4 Tis thine to cleanse the heart, 
 
 To sanctify the soul, 
 To pour fresh life in every part, 
 And new create the whole. 
 
 5 Come, Holy Spirit, come ; 
 
 Our minds from bondage free . 
 Then shall we know, and praise, and love, 
 The Father, Son, and Thee. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 244 
 
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 1 fJOLY GHOST, with light divine, 
 ■^ * Shine upon this heart of mine ; 
 Chase the shades of night away 
 Turn my darkness into day. 
 
 2 Holy Ghost, with power divine, 
 Cleanse this guilty heart of mine ; 
 Long hath sin, without control, 
 Held dominion o'er my soul. 
 
 3 Holy Ghost, with joy divine, 
 Cheer this saddened heart of mine ; 
 Bid my many woes depart, 
 
 Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 
 
 4 Holy Spirit, all-divine, 
 
 Dwell within this heart of mine ; 
 Cast down every idol-throne, 
 Reign supreme, — and reign alone. 
 
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245, 246. 
 
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 24 C Waiting for the Promise 
 
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 i r\ SPIRIT of the living God, 
 ^-^ In all thy plenitude of grace, 
 Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
 Descend on our apostate race. 
 
 2 Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love, 
 
 To preach the reconciling word ; 
 Give power and unction from above, 
 Where'er the joyful sound is heard. 
 
 3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light 
 
 Confusion — order, in thy path ; 
 Souls without strength, inspire with might; 
 Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 
 
 4 Baptize the nations, far and nigh ; 
 
 The triumphs of the cross record ; 
 The name of Jesus glorify, 
 
 Till every kindred call him Lord. 
 
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 246 
 
 Enlightening Grace. 
 
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 1 r*OME, blessed Spirit ! source of light ! 
 
 ^ Whose power and grace are unconfined, 
 Dispel the gloomy shades of night — 
 The thicker darkness of the mind. 
 
 2 To mine illumined eyes, display 
 
 The glorious truth thy word reveals ; 
 Cause me to run the heavenly way, 
 Thy book unfold, and loose the seals. 
 
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 247. 
 
 3 Thine inward teachings make me know 
 
 The mysteries of redeeming love, 
 The vanity of things below, 
 And excellence of things above. 
 
 4 While through this dubious maze I stray, 
 
 Spread, like the sun, thy beams abroad, 
 To show the dangers of the way, 
 And guide my feeble steps to God. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 "DLESSED Comforter, come down, 
 *-* And live and move in me ; 
 Make my every deed thy own, 
 
 In all things led by thee ; 
 Bid each evil thought depart, 
 
 Now with me vouchsafe to dwell ; 
 Faithful Witness, in my heart 
 
 Thy perfect love reveal. 
 
 Let me in thy love rejoice, 
 
 Thy shrine, thy pure abode ; 
 Tell me, by thine inward voice, 
 
 I am a child of God : 
 Lord, I choose the better part, 
 
 Lord, I wait thy peace to feel ; 
 Send the witness, in my heart 
 
 The Holy Ghost reveal. 
 
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248, 249. 
 
 PRAISE TO THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
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 *V Go mourning all their days ? 
 Great Comforter, descend, and bring 
 Some tokens of thy grace. 
 
 2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, 
 
 And seal the heirs of heaven ? 
 When wilt thou banish my complaints, 
 And show. my sins forgiven? 
 
 3 Assure my conscience of her part 
 
 In the Redeemer's blood ; 
 And bear thy witness with my heart, 
 That I am born of God. 
 
 4 Thou art the earnest of his love, 
 
 The pledge of joys to come ; 
 And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, 
 Will safe convey me home. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 * ■* Shine upon our nature's night 
 With thy blessed inward light, 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 2 We are sinful : cleanse us, Lord ; 
 We are faint : thy strength afford ; 
 Lost, — until by thee restored, 
 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
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 250. 
 
 3 Like the dew, thy peace distill ; 
 Guide, subdue our wayward will, 
 Things of Christ unfolding still, 
 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 4 In us, for us, intercede, 
 
 And with voiceless groanings, plead 
 Our unutterable need, 
 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 5 In us "Abba, Father," cry — 
 Earnest of our bliss on high, 
 Seal of immortality, — 
 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 6 Search for us the depths of God ; 
 Bear us up the starry road, 
 
 To the height of thine abode, 
 Comforter Divine ! 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 LVl My spirit doth rejoice 
 
 In God, my Saviour and my God ; 
 I hear his joyful voice. 
 
 2 I need not go abroad for joy, 
 
 Who have a feast at home, 
 My sighs are turned to happy songs, 
 The Comforter is come. 
 
 3 Down from on high the blessed Dove 
 
 Is come into my breast, 
 To witness God's eternal love ; 
 This is my heavenly feast. 
 
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251, 252. 
 
 PRAISE TO THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
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 251 
 
 " Revive thy Work.' 
 
 J. Newton. 
 
 Sicilian Hymn. 8-7. 
 
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 1 C AVIOUR, visit thy plantation ; 
 ^ Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain 
 All will come to desolation, 
 
 Unless thou return again. 
 
 2 Keep no longer at a distance ; — 
 
 Shine upon us from on high, 
 Lest, for want of thine assistance, 
 Every plant should droop and die. 
 
 3 Let our mutual love be fervent ; 
 
 Make us prevalent in prayers ; 
 Let each one esteemed thy servant, 
 Shun the world's enticing snares. 
 
 4 Break the tempter's fatal power; 
 
 Turn the stony heart to flesh ; 
 And begin, from this good hour. 
 To revive thy work afresh. 
 
 
 A-men. 
 
 252 
 
 King Robert's Hymn. 
 
 Tr. R. Palmer. 
 
 Bayley. 6-4. 
 
 E. L. White. 
 
 i POME, Holy Ghost,— in love 
 
 ^ Shed on us from above Thine own bright ray ! 
 Divinely good thou art ; Thy sacred gifts impart 
 To gladden each sad heart : O come to-day ! 
 
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 PRAISE TO THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 253. 
 
 2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best, 
 
 Our most delightful guest, With soothing power ; 
 Rest, which the weary know, Shade, 'mid the noontide glow, 
 Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow, Cheer us, this hour ! 
 
 3 Come, Light serene, and still 
 
 Our inmost bosoms fill; Dwell in each breast: 
 We know no dawn but thine ; Send forth thy beams divine, 
 On our dark souls to shine, And make us blest ! 
 
 4 Come, all the faithful bless ; 
 
 Let all who Christ confess, His praise employ : 
 Give virtue's rich reward ; Victorious death accord, 
 And, with our glorious Lord, Eternal joy ! 
 
 253 
 
 "Even Me." 
 
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 1 T) ASS me not, O God, our Father ! 
 -*- Sinful though my heart may be ; 
 Thou might'st leave me, but the rather 
 
 Let thy mercy light on me— 
 
 Even me; even me. 
 Let thy mercy light on me. 
 
 2 Pass me not, O gracious Saviour ! 
 
 Let me live and cling to thee ; 
 For I'm longing for thy favor ; 
 
 While thou 'rt calling, call thou me — 
 
 Even me ; even me. 
 While thou 'rt calling, call thou me. 
 
 3 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit ! 
 
 Thou canst make the blind to see ;. 
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 Even me ; even me. 
 Speak some word of power to me. 
 
 Love of God — so pure and changeless ; 
 
 Blood of Christ — so rich and free ; 
 Grace of God — so strong and boundless, 
 
 Magnify it all in me ! — 
 
 Even me ; even me. 
 
 Magnify it all in me. 
 
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 Seeking Rest. 
 
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 i r\ WHERE shall rest be found— 
 ^^ Rest for the weary soul ? 
 'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, 
 Or pierce to either pole. 
 
 2 The world can never give 
 
 The bliss for which we sigh : 
 'Tis not the whole of life to live, 
 Nor all of death to die. 
 
 3 Beyond this vale of tears, 
 
 There is a life above, 
 Unmeasured by the flight of years ; 
 And all that life is love. 
 
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 HYMNS OF GODLY SORROW. 
 
 255. 
 
 4 There is a death whose pang 
 
 Outlasts the fleeting breath : 
 O 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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 ■*■ Cleanse me from every stain ; 
 For thee I languish ; pity my anguish, 
 Nor let my sighing be vain. 
 
 2 Deeply repenting, sorely lamenting 
 
 All my departures from thee ; 
 And now returning, thine absence mourning 
 Lord, show thy mercy to me. 
 
 3 Sinful, unworthy, trembling before thee, 
 
 Here at thy cross will I kneel ; 
 Thy love once bleeding, now interceding, 
 Shall for my ransom avail. 
 
 4 Through thy rich merit, by thy free Spirit, 
 
 Comfort my desolate soul : 
 Heavenly Physician, in kind compassion 
 Now bid the wounded be whole. 
 
 A-men. 
 
256,257. 
 
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 2^6 The Pcblican,s Prayer. 
 
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 1 A17TTH broken heart and contrite sigh, 
 
 * V A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry; 
 Thy pard'ning grace is rich and free : 
 O God, be merciful to me ! 
 
 2 I smite upon my troubled breast, 
 
 With deep and conscious guilt oppressed ; 
 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 to me ! 
 
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 ^ With contrite hearts return ! 
 Our God is gracious, nor will leave 
 The desolate to mourn. 
 
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 2 His voice commands the tempest forth, 
 
 And stills the stormy wave ; 
 His arm, though it be strong to smite, 
 Is also strong to save. 
 
 3 Our hearts, if God we seek to know, 
 
 Shall know him and rejoice : 
 His coming like the morn shall be ; 
 Like morning songs his voice. 
 
 4 As dew upon the tender herb, 
 
 Diffusing fragrance round ; 
 As showers that usher in the spring, 
 And cheer the thirsty ground ; 
 
 5 So shall his presence bless our souls, 
 And shed a joyful light ; 
 That hallowed morn shall chase away 
 The sorrows of the night. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 1 C\ HAPPY day, that fixed my choice 
 ^^ On thee, my Saviour, and my God ; 
 Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
 
 And tell its raptures all abroad. 
 
 2 Tis done ; the great transaction's done : 
 
 I am my Lord's, and he is mine ; 
 He drew me, and I followed on, 
 Charmed to confess the voice divine. 
 
 3 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, 
 
 That vow renewed shall daily hear ; 
 Till in life's latest hour I bow, 
 
 And bless in death a bond so dear. 
 
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259, 26o. 
 
 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
 206 
 
 259 
 
 Philippians iii. 7-9. 
 
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 UXBRIDGE. L. M. 
 
 L. Mason. 
 
 i 1VT O more, my God, I boast no more, 
 -L^ Of all the duties I have done: 
 I quit the hopes I held before, 
 To trust the merits of thy Son. 
 
 2 Now, for the love I bear his name, 
 
 What was my gain, I count my loss ; 
 My former pride I call my shame, 
 And nail my glory to his cross. 
 
 3 Yes, — and I must, and will esteem 
 
 All things but loss for Jesus' sake ; 
 O may my soul be found in him, 
 And of his righteousness partake. 
 
 4 The best obedience of my hands 
 
 Dares not appear before thy throne ; 
 But faith can answer thy demands, 
 By pleading what my Lord has done. 
 
 260 
 
 Philippians i. 21. 
 
 P. Doddridge. 
 
 Chester. L. M. 
 
 R. Schumann. 
 
 1 A/T Y gracious Lord, I own thy right 
 -LVI To every service I can pay ; 
 And call it my supreme delight 
 
 To hear thy dictates and obey. 
 
 2 I would not breathe for worldly joy, 
 
 Or to increase my worldly good, 
 Nor future days or powers employ 
 To spread a sounding name abroad. 
 
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 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
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 3 'Tis to my Saviour I would live ; 
 
 To him who for my ransom died ; 
 
 Nor could the bowers of Eden give 
 
 Such bliss as blossoms at his side. 
 
 4 His work my hoary age shall bless, 
 
 When youthful vigor is no more ; 
 And my last hour of life confess 
 
 His aying love's constraining power. 
 
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 Faith. C. M. 
 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 
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 i A PPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat 
 **• Where Jesus answers prayer ; 
 There humbly fall before his feet, 
 For none can perish there. 
 
 2 Thy promise is my only plea — 
 
 With this I venture nigh ; 
 Thou callest burdened souls to thee, 
 And such, O Lord, am I. 
 
 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, 
 
 By Satan sorely pressed, 
 By war without, and fears within, 
 I come to thee for rest. 
 
 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place, 
 
 That, sheltered near thy side, 
 I may my fierce accuser face, 
 And tell him thou hast died. 
 
 5 O wondrous love ! to bleed and die, 
 
 To bear the cross and shame, 
 That guilty sinners, such as I,* 
 Might plead thy gracious name ! 
 
 A-men. 
 
262, 263. 
 
 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
 208 
 
 262 The Foul's Repose. 
 
 A nne Steele. 
 
 Rockingham. L. M. 
 
 L. Mason. 
 
 1 TVT OW I resolve with all my heart, 
 
 -L^ With all my powers to serve the Lord ; 
 Nor from his precepts e'er depart, 
 Whose service is a rich reward. 
 
 2 O be his service all my joy ! 
 
 Around let my example shine, 
 Till others love the blest employ, 
 And join in labors so divine. 
 
 3 Be this the purpose of my soul, 
 
 My solemn, my determined choice, 
 To yield to his supreme control. 
 And in his kind commands rejoice. 
 
 4 O may I never faint nor tire, 
 
 Nor wandering leave his sacred ways ; 
 Great God, accept my soul's desire, 
 
 And give me strength to live thy praise. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 263 
 
 " I CAN — I WILL. 
 W. M. Bunting. 
 
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 L. Mason. 
 
 1 "\ \ 7"HILE yet the life-proclaiming word 
 
 * * Doth through my conscience thrill, 
 Breathe life ; and lo ! divinely stirred, 
 I can repent, I will. 
 
 2 Thou that to will in me hast wrought, 
 
 Haste, work in me to do ; 
 And, lest the purpose leave my thought, 
 Now my whole heart renew. 
 
209 
 
 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
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 264 
 
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 1 A \ 7"EARY of earth, and laden with my sin, 
 
 ^ * I look at heav'n and long to enter in, 
 But there no evil thing may find a home ; 
 And yet I hear a voice that bids me " Come." 
 
 2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand 
 In the pure glory of that holy land ? 
 Before the whiteness of that Throne appear ? 
 
 Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near. 
 
 3 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear, 
 
 His are the hands stretched out to draw me near, 
 And his the blood that can for all atone, 
 And set me faultless there before the Throne. 
 
 4 'Twas he who found me on the deathly wild, 
 And made me heir of heav'n, the Father's child, 
 And day by day, whereby my soul may live, 
 Gives me his grace of pardon, and will give. 
 
 5 Yea, thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord : 
 Thine all the merit, mine the great reward ; 
 Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown, 
 Mine the life won, and thine the life laid down. 
 
 A-men. 
 
265, 266. 
 
 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
 210 
 
 of\K A Returning Wanderer. 
 
 Anne Steele. 
 
 Martyrdom. C. M. 
 
 H. Wilson. 
 
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 ^^ Contrition's humble sigh ; 
 Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 
 From sorrow's weeping eye ; — 
 
 2 See, low before thy throne of grace, 
 
 A wretched wanderer mourn ; 
 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? 
 Hast thou not said — " Return ? " 
 
 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail 
 
 To drive me from thy feet? 
 O let not this dear refuge fail, 
 This only safe retreat ! 
 
 4 O shine on this benighted heart, 
 
 With beams of mercy shine ! 
 And let thy healing voice impart 
 A taste of joys divine. 
 
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 Of\f\ " I WILL ARISE.' 
 E. P. Parker. 
 
 Arden. C. M. 
 E. P. Parker. 
 
 
 
 i A STRANGER in a barren land, 
 «**■ Weary and faint I roam ; 
 Why did I scorn a Father's yoke, 
 Or leave my happy home? 
 
 2 I will arise, I will return 
 
 And seek my Father's face ; 
 Tell him my sorrow, sin, and shame, 
 And plead his pardoning grace. 
 
211 
 
 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
 267. 
 
 3 O Father, thy poor, sinful child 
 
 Returns, at length, to thee ! 
 Unworthy to be called thy son, 
 Let me thy servant be ! 
 
 4 He meets me yet a great way off, 
 
 And clasps me to his breast ; 
 He takes me to his home again, 
 And gives the wanderer rest. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 267 
 
 Returning to Jesus. 
 
 C. Wesley. 
 
 St. Petersburg. L M. 61. 
 
 Russian. 
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 i "\ 1 rEARY of wandering from my God, 
 * * And now made willing to return, 
 I hear, and bow me to the rod : 
 
 Yet not in hopeless grief I mourn ; 
 I have an Advocate above, 
 A Friend before the throne of love. 
 
 2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace, — 
 
 More full of grace than I of sin, — 
 Yet once again I seek thy face, 
 
 Open thine arms, and take me in ! 
 And freely my backslidings heal, 
 And love thy faithless servant still. 
 
 3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back, 
 
 My fallen spirit to restore ; 
 O, for thy truth and mercy's sake, 
 
 Forgive, and bid me sin no more : 
 The ruins of my soul repair, 
 And make my heart a house of prayer. 
 
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 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
 212 
 
 268 
 
 Saved by Hope 
 
 A nne Steele. 
 
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 C. P. M. 
 
 L. Mason. 
 
 i "D RIGHT scenes of bliss, — unclouded skies, 
 *-* Invite my soul ; — O, could I rise, 
 
 Nor leave a thought below, 
 I'd bid farewell to anxious care, 
 And say, to every tempting snare, — 
 
 Heaven calls, and I must go : — 
 
 2 Heaven calls, — and can I yet delay ? 
 Can aught on earth engage my stay? 
 
 Ah ! wretched lingering heart ! 
 Come, Lord, with strength, and life, and light, 
 Assist and guide my upward flight, 
 i\nd bid the world depart. 
 
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 The Mercy-Seat. 
 
 T. Moore. 
 
 269 
 
 Consolation. ii,io;ii,io 
 
 S. Webbe, 
 
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 i POME, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish : 
 ^ Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel ; 
 Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish ; 
 Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. 
 
 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, 
 Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, 
 Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, 
 Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. 
 
213 
 
 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
 270. 
 
 Here see the bread of life ; see waters flowing 
 Forth from the throne of God, pure from above ; 
 
 Come to the feast of love : come, ever knowing 
 Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove. 
 
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 270 
 
 Longing for Rest. 
 
 y. Newton. 
 
 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D. 
 
 Unknown. 
 
 DOES the Gospel-word proclaim 
 Rest for those that weary be ? 
 Then, my soul, put in thy claim — 
 
 Sure that promise speaks to thee ; 
 Marks of grace I cannot show, 
 
 All polluted is my best ; 
 But I weary am, I know, 
 And the weary long for rest. 
 
 Burdened with a load of sin, 
 
 Harassed with tormenting doubt, 
 Hourly conflicts from within, 
 
 Hourly crosses from without ; 
 All my little strength is gone, 
 
 Sink I must without supply ; 
 Sure upon the earth is none 
 
 Can more weary be than I. 
 
 In the ark the weary dove 
 
 Found a welcome resting-place ; 
 Thus my spirit longs to prove 
 
 Rest in Christ, the Ark of grace: 
 Tempest-tossed I long have been, 
 
 And the flood increases fast ; 
 Open, Lord, and take me in, 
 
 Till the storm be overpast ! 
 
 A-men. 
 
271. 
 
 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
 214 
 
 271 
 
 Pilgrimage begun. 
 
 G. Crabbe. 
 
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 PILGRIM, burdened with thy sin, 
 Come the way to Zion's gate ; 
 There, till mercy speaks within, 
 
 Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait: 
 Knock — he knows the sinner's cry ; 
 
 Weep — he loves the mourner's tears ; 
 Watch, for saving- grace is nigh ; 
 Wait, till heavenly light appears. 
 
 Hark, it is the Saviour's voice ! 
 
 " Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest ! 
 Now within the gate, rejoice, 
 
 Safe, and owned, and bought, and blest. 
 Safe, from all the lures of vice ; 
 
 Owned, by joys the contrite know ; 
 Bought by love, and life the price ; 
 
 Blest, the mighty debt to owe. 
 
 Holy pilgrim, what for thee 
 
 In a world like this remains? 
 From thy guarded breast shall flee 
 
 Fear, and shame, and doubts, and pains: 
 Fear — the hope of heaven shall fly, 
 
 Shame, from glory's view retire ; 
 Doubt, in full belief shall die, 
 
 Pain, in endless bliss expire. 
 
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215 
 
 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
 272. 
 
 272 
 
 Bearing the Cross. 
 
 H. F. Lyte. 
 
 Bethabara. 8-7. D. 
 
 H. Smart. 
 
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 i T ESUS, I my cross have taken, 
 J All to leave, and follow thee ; 
 Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, 
 
 Thou, henceforth, my all shalt be ; 
 Perish every fond ambition, — 
 
 All I've sought, or hoped, or known; 
 Yet how rich is my condition, — 
 
 God and heaven are still my own ! 
 
 2 Let the world despise and leave me ; 
 
 They have left my Saviour too ; 
 Human hearts and looks deceive me : — 
 
 Thou art not, like them, untrue ; 
 O while thou dost smile upon me, 
 
 God of wisdom, love and might, 
 Foes may hate, and friends disown me ;- 
 
 Show thy face, and all is bright. 
 
 3 Man may trouble and distress me, 
 
 'Twill but drive me to thy breast ; 
 Life with trials hard may press me, 
 
 Heaven will give me sweeter rest. 
 O 'tis not in grief to harm me, 
 
 While thy love is left to me ; 
 O 'twere not in joy to charm me — 
 
 Were that joy unmixed with thee. 
 
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273- 
 
 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
 216 
 
 273 
 
 The Voice of Jesus. 
 
 H. Bonar. 
 
 Vox Dilecti. C. M. D. 
 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 
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 1 T HEARD the voice of Jesus say, 
 -*- " Come unto me and rest ; 
 
 Lay down, thou weary one, lay down 
 Thy head upon my breast : " 
 
 I came to Jesus as I was, 
 Weary, and worn, and sad ; 
 
 I found in him a resting-place, 
 
 . And he has made me glad. 
 
 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
 
 " Behold, I freely give 
 The living water ! thirsty one, 
 
 Stoop down, and drink, and live." 
 I came to Jesus, and I drank 
 
 Of that life-giving stream : 
 My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, 
 
 And now I live in him. 
 
 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
 
 " I am this dark world's light: 
 Look unto me ; thy morn shall rise, 
 
 And all thy day be bright." 
 I looked to Jesus and I found 
 
 In him my Star, my Sun ; 
 And in that light of life I'll walk 
 
 Till traveling days are done. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
217 
 
 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
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 1 T ORD, to thee alone we turn, 
 -*— ' To thy cross for succor fly ; 
 There, as penitents, to learn 
 
 How to live, and how to die. 
 Sinful, we before thee fall, 
 
 Helpless, for thy help we plead ; 
 Hear us, as on thee we call, 
 
 Aid us in our time of need. 
 
 2 In the midst of sin and strife, 
 
 In the depths of mortal woe, 
 Teach us, Lord, to live a life 
 
 Meet for sojourners below. 
 Though the road be often dark, 
 
 Though our feet in weakness stray, 
 Lead us, Saviour, as the Ark 
 
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 Weak, and weary, and alone, 
 
 When the vale of death we tread, 
 Then be all thy mercy shown, 
 
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 Guard us in that gloomy hour, 
 
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 Where, secure from Satan's power, 
 
 We shall lean upon thy breast. 
 
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275, 276. 
 
 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
 218 
 
 Fleeing for Refuge. 
 
 2 75 
 
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 i C\ JESUS, Saviour of the lost, 
 ^^ My Rock and Hiding-place, 
 By storms of sin and sorrow tossed, 
 I seek thy sheltering grace. 
 
 2 Guilty, forgive me, Lord ! I cry , 
 
 Pursued by foes, I come ; 
 A sinner, save me, or 1 die ; 
 An outcast, take me home. 
 
 3 Once safe in thine almighty arms, 
 
 Let storms come on amain ; 
 There danger never, never harms ; 
 There death itself is gain. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 276 
 
 The Sacrifices of God. 
 
 y. S. B. Monsell. 
 
 Offertory. 77,77 ; 88,88. 
 
 R. Redhead. 
 
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 Purer life and purpose high, 
 Clasped.hands, uplifted eye, 
 Lowly acts of adoration, 
 To the God of our salvation — 
 On his altar laid we leave them ; 
 Christ, present them ! God receive them. 
 
219 
 
 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
 277. 
 
 Vows and longings, hopes and fears, 
 Broken-hearted sighs and tears, 
 Dreams of what we yet might be 
 Could we cling more close to thee, 
 Which, despite of faults and failings, 
 Help thy grace in its prevailings — 
 On thine altar laid we leave them ; 
 Christ, present them ! God, receive them ! 
 
 Homage of each humble heart, 
 
 Ere we from thy house depart ; 
 
 Worship fervent, deep and high, 
 
 Adoration, ecstasy ; 
 
 All that childlike love can render 
 
 Of devotion true and tender — 
 
 On thine altar laid we leave them, 
 
 Christ, present them ! God, receive them ! 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 A Penitent Prayer 
 
 A nne Steele. 
 
 Manoah. C. M. 
 
 From Rossini. 
 
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 O GRACIOUS God in whom I live, 
 My feeble efforts aid ; 
 Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, 
 Though trembling and afraid. 
 
 2 Increase my faith — increase my hope, 
 
 When foes and fears prevail ; 
 And bear my fainting spirit up, 
 Or soon my strength will fail. 
 
 3 O keep me in the heavenly way, 
 
 And bid the tempter flee ; 
 
 And let me never, never stray 
 
 From happiness and thee. 
 
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278,279. 
 
 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
 220 
 
 278 J 0EL "' x 3- 
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 Faith. C. M. 
 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 
 r\ SINNER, bring not tears alone, 
 ^^ Or outward form of prayer, 
 But let it in thy heart be known 
 That penitence is there. 
 
 To smite the breast, the clothes to rend, 
 
 God asketh not of thee ; 
 Thy secret soul he bids thee bend 
 
 In true humility. 
 
 O let us, then, with heartfelt grief, 
 
 Draw near unto our God, 
 And pray to him to grant relief, 
 
 And stay the lifted rod. 
 
 O righteous Judge, if thou wilt deign 
 
 To grant us what we need, 
 We pray for time to turn again, 
 
 And grace to turn indeed. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 Balerma. C. M. 
 
 From a Spanish A tr. 
 
 i T'LL go to Jesus, though my sin 
 -*- Like mountains round me close 
 I know his courts, I'll enter in, 
 Whatever may oppose. 
 
 2 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 
 And there my guilt confess ; 
 I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone 
 Without his sovereign grace. 
 
221 
 
 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
 280, 28l. 
 
 3 Surely he will admit my plea, 
 
 Will surely hear my prayer ; 
 But if I perish, I will pray, 
 And perish only there. 
 
 4 I can but perish, if I go — 
 
 I am resolved to try ; 
 For if I stay away, I know 
 I must forever die. 
 
 280 Coming to the Ark. 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 
 Montgomery. S. M. 
 
 L. W. Bacon. 
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 O CEASE, my wandering soul, 
 On restless wing to roam ; 
 All the wide world, to either pole, 
 Has not for thee a home. 
 
 Behold the ark of God ; 
 
 Behold the open door ; 
 O haste to gain that dear abode, 
 
 And rove, my soul, no more. 
 
 There safe thou shalt abide, 
 There sweet shall be thy rest, 
 
 And every longing satisfied, 
 With full salvation blest. 
 
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 28l 
 
 At the Cross. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 Grace Church. L. M. 
 
 From Pleyel. 
 
 i "LJERE, at thy cross, my gracious Lord, 
 ■*•-■■ I lay my soul beneath thy love : 
 Here be it sprinkled with thy blood, 
 Nor ever from thy feet remove ! 
 
282. 
 
 HYMNS OF REPENTANCE. 
 
 222 
 
 28l. CONTINUED. 
 
 GRACE CHURCH. 
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 2 Should worlds conspire to drive me hence, 
 
 Moveless and firm this heart should lie ; 
 Resolved, for 'tis my last defence, 
 If I must perish, here to die. 
 
 3 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear ; 
 
 Am I not safe beneath thy shade ? 
 Thy vengeance will not strike me here, 
 Nor Satan dare my soul invade. 
 
 4 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood, 
 
 And all my foes shall lose their aim : 
 Hosanna to my Saviour God ! 
 And loudest praises to his name. 
 
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 282 "Pity, Lord." 
 
 Unknown Writer. 
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 L. W. Bacon. 
 
 i piTY, Lord, the child of clay, 
 ^ Who can only weep and pray- 
 Only on thy love depend : 
 Thou who art the sinner's friend — 
 Thou, the sinner's only plea — 
 
 1 : Jesus, Saviour, pity me ! 
 
223 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 283. 
 
 From thy flock, a straying lamb, 
 Tender Shepherd, though I am ; 
 Now upon the mountain cold, 
 Lost, 1 long to gain the fold, 
 And within thine arms to be : 
 Jesus, Saviour, pity me ! :|| 
 
 O where stillest streams are poured, 
 In green pastures, lead me, Lord ! 
 Bring me back, where angels sound 
 Joy to the poor wanderer found ; 
 Evermore my Shepherd be : 
 Jesus, Saviour, pity me! :|| 
 
 Mark ix. 24 
 
 J. R. Wreford. 
 
 Faith. C. M. 
 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 
 i T ORD, I believe ; thy power I own, 
 ■*— ' Thy word I would obey ; 
 I wander comfortless and lone, 
 When from thy truth I stray. 
 
 2 Lord, I believe ; but gloomy fears 
 
 Sometimes bedim my sight ; 
 I look to thee with prayers and tears, 
 And cry for strength and light. 
 
 3 Lord, I believe ; but oft, I know, 
 
 My faith is cold and weak : 
 My weakness strengthen, and bestow 
 'The confidence I seek! 
 
 4 Yes ! I believe ; and only thou 
 
 Canst give my soul relief, 
 Lord ! to thy truth my spirit bow ; 
 " Help thou mine unbelief! " 
 
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 A-men. 
 
284, 285. 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 224 
 
 284 "Venture on Him." 
 
 ^ J. Hart. 
 
 Greenville. 8-7-4. 
 
 J. y. Rousseau. 
 
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 1 pOME, ye weary, heavy laden, 
 ^ Lost and ruined by the fall ! 
 If you tarry till you're better, 
 
 You will never come at all : 
 Not the righteous, Sinners, Jesus came to call. 
 
 2 Agonizing in the garden, 
 
 Lo ! your Saviour prostrate lies ; 
 On the bloody tree behold him : 
 Hear him cry before he dies, 
 It is finished ! Sinners, will not this suffice ? 
 
 3 Lo ! th' incarnate God, ascended, 
 
 Pleads the merit of his blood ; 
 Venture on him, venture wholly ; 
 Let no other trust intrude : 
 None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. 
 
 28^ John iii. 14, 15. 
 
 ^ A.M. Toplady. 
 
 HOLYROOD. 7S. 
 R. Redhead. 
 
 \ \ 7"EARY sinner ! keep thine eyes 
 
 * V On th' atoning Sacrifice ; 
 View him bleeding on the tree, 
 Pouring out his life for thee. 
 
 2 Surely Christ thy griefs hath borne ; 
 Weeping soul, no longer mourn : 
 Now by faith the Son embrace, 
 Plead his promise, trust his grace. 
 
225 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 286. 
 
 3 Cast thy guilty soul on him ; 
 Find him mighty to redeem : 
 At his feet thy burden lay ; 
 Look thy doubts and cares away. 
 
 4 Lord, come thou with power to heal 
 Now thy mighty arm reveal : 
 
 At thy feet myself I lay ; 
 Take, O take my sins away ! 
 
 A-men. 
 
 286 J UST AS * AM * 
 C. Elliot. 
 
 Park Church. 888,4. 
 
 From Gounod. B. P. L. 
 
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 1 T UST as I am, without one plea, 
 
 J But that thy blood was shed for me, 
 And that thou bid'st me come to thee, 
 O Lamb of God, I come. 
 
 2 Just as I am, and waiting not 
 To rid my soul of one dark blot, 
 
 To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, 
 O Lamb of God, I come. 
 
 3 Just as I am, though tossed about 
 With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
 Fightings within, and fears without, 
 
 O Lamb of God, 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. 
 
 5 Just as I am — thou wilt receive, 
 
 Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ; 
 Because thy promise I believe, 
 O Lamb of God, I come. 
 
287. 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 226 
 
 286. CONTINUED. 
 
 PARK CHURCH. 
 
 6 Just as I am — thy love unknown 
 Hath broken every barrier down ; 
 Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone, 
 O Lamb of God, I come. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 287 The Prayer of Faith. 
 
 ' A.M. Topiady. 
 
 Merrick. C. P. M. 
 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 
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 1 r\ THOU that hear'st the prayer of faith, 
 ^ Wilt thou not save a soul from death, 
 
 That casts itself on thee ? 
 I have no refuge of my own, 
 But fly to what my Lord hath done 
 And suffered once for me. 
 
 2 Slain in the guilty sinners stead 
 His spotless righteousness I plead, 
 
 And his availing blood : 
 That righteousness my robe shall be, 
 That merit shall atone for me, 
 
 And bring me near to God. 
 
 3 Then save me from eternal death, 
 The Spirit of adoption breathe, 
 
227 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 288. 
 
 His consolations send : 
 By him some word of life impart, 
 And sweetly whisper to my heart, 
 
 "Thy Maker is thy friend." 
 
 The king of terrors then would be 
 A welcome messenger to me, 
 
 To bid me come away : 
 Unclogged by earth, or earthly things, 
 I'd mount, I'd fly, with eager wings, 
 
 To everlasting day. 
 
 
 A-men. 
 
 288 *^ HE ONLY Saviour 
 
 C. Wesley. 
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 Hamburg. L. M. 
 
 Gregorian. Arr. Mason. 
 
 i T ESUS, the sinner's friend, to thee, 
 J Lost and undone, for aid I flee ; 
 Weary of earth, myself, and sin, 
 Open thine arms and take me in. 
 
 2 Pity and save my sin-sick soul, 
 
 'Tis thou alone canst make me whole ; 
 Dark, till in me thine image shine, 
 And lost I am till thou art mine. 
 
 3 At length I own it can not be 
 That I should fit myself for thee, 
 Here now to thee I all resign ; 
 Thine is the work, and only thine. 
 
 4 What shall I say thy grace to move? 
 Lord, I am sin, but thou art love ; 
 
 I give up every plea beside — 
 Lord, I am lost, but thou hast died. 
 
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289, 290. 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 228 
 
 Learning of Christ. 
 
 W. H. Furness. 
 
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 From Beethoven. 
 
 i "pEEBLE, helpless, how shall I 
 -■■ Learn to live and learn to die ? 
 Who, O God, my guide shall be ? 
 Who shall lead thy child to thee? 
 
 2 Blessed Father, gracious One ! 
 Thou hast sent thy holy Son ; 
 He will give the light I need, 
 He my trembling steps will lead. 
 
 29O 
 
 3 Thus in deed, and thought, and 
 Led by Jesus Christ the Lord, 
 In my weakness, thus shall I 
 Learn to live and learn to die : — 
 
 4 Learn to live in peace and love, 
 Like the perfect ones above ; 
 Learn to die without a fear, 
 Feeling thee, my Saviour, near. 
 
 Mark ix. 24. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
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 W. Gardiner. 
 
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 i T O, there's a voice of sovereign grace 
 -I— ' Sounds from the sacred word ; 
 " Ho ! ye despairing sinners ! come, 
 And trust upon the Lord." 
 
 2 My soul obeys th' almighty call, 
 And runs to this relief; 
 I would believe thy promise, Lord ! 
 O help my unbelief. 
 
229 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 291. 
 
 3 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, 
 On thy kind arms I fall : 
 Be thou my strength and righteousness, 
 My Saviour, and my all. 
 
 291 
 
 Christ a Refuge. 
 
 C. Wesley. 
 4 
 
 A-men. 
 Beatitude. C. M. 
 
 y. B. Dykes. 
 I I . ... I , I 1-4- 
 
 1 IVTOW to the haven of thy breast, 
 -L^ O Son of man, I fly ; 
 
 Be thou my refuge and my rest, 
 For O, the storm is high. 
 
 2 Protect me from the furious blast ; 
 
 My shield and shelter be : 
 Hide me, my Saviour, till o'erpast 
 The storm of sin I see. 
 
 3 As welcome as the water-spring 
 
 Is to a barren place, 
 Jesus, descend on me, and bring 
 Thy sweet, refreshing grace. 
 
 4 As o'er a parched and weary land, 
 
 A rock extends its shade, 
 So hide me, Saviour, with thy hand, 
 And screen my naked head. 
 
 5 In all the times of my distress, 
 
 Thou hast my succor been ; 
 And, in my utter helplessness, 
 Restraining me from sin. 
 
 6 How swift to save me didst thou move 
 
 In every trying hour ! 
 O, still protect me with thy love, 
 And shield me with thy power. 
 
 A-men. 
 
292. 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 230 
 
 292 
 
 The Friend Unseen. 
 
 C. Elliot. 
 
 Southard. 888,6. 
 
 Arr. L. W. Bacon. 
 
 1 (~\ HOLY Saviour! Friend unseen, 
 
 ^^ Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean, 
 Help me, throughout life's changing scene, 
 By faith to cling to thee ! 
 
 2 Blest with this fellowship divine, 
 Take what thou wilt, I'll not repine ; 
 For, as the branches to the vine, 
 
 My soul would cling to thee. 
 
 3 Though far from home, fatigued, opprest, 
 Here have I found a place of rest ; 
 
 An exile still, yet not unblest, 
 Because I cling to thee. 
 
 4 What though the world deceitful prove, 
 And earthly friends and hopes remove ; 
 With patient uncomplaining love 
 
 Still would I cling to thee. 
 
 5 Though oft I seem to tread alone 
 
 Life's dreary waste, with thorns o'ergrown, 
 Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone, 
 Still whispers, " Cling to me ! " 
 
 6 Though faith and hope are often tried, 
 I ask not, need not, aught beside ; 
 So safe, so calm, so satisfied, 
 
 The soul that clings to thee ! 
 
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 A-men. 
 
2 3 I 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 293. 
 
 293 
 
 A Hiding-place. 
 
 T. Raffles. 
 
 St. Leonard's. 
 
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 H. Hiles. 
 
 
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 ^HOU art my hiding-place, O Lord! 
 ■*■ In thee I put my trust, 
 Encouraged by thy holy word, — 
 
 A feeble child of dust. 
 I have no argument beside, 
 
 I urge no other plea ; 
 And 'tis enough the Saviour died, 
 
 The Saviour died for me ! 
 
 When storms of fierce temptation beat, 
 
 And furious foes assail, 
 My refuge is the mercy -seat, 
 
 My hope within the vail. 
 From strife of tongues, and bitter words, 
 
 My spirit flies to thee ; 
 Joy to my heart the thought affords, 
 
 My Saviour died for me ! 
 
 And when thine awful voice commands 
 
 This body to decay, 
 And life, in its last lingering sands, 
 
 Is ebbing fast away ; — 
 Then, though it be in accents weak, 
 
 My voice shall call on thee, 
 And ask for strength in death to speak, 
 
 " My Saviour died for me." 
 
 
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 A-men. 
 
294. 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 232 
 
 Confiding in God. 
 
 Tully. 7-6. D. 
 
 L. Mason. 
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 IN heavenly love abiding, 
 No change my heart shall fear, 
 And safe is such confiding, 
 
 For nothing changes here : 
 The storm may roar without me, 
 
 My heart may low be laid, 
 But God is round about me, 
 And can I be dismayed ? 
 
 Wherever he may guide me, 
 
 No want shall turn me back ; 
 My Shepherd is beside me, 
 
 And nothing can I lack : 
 His wisdom ever waketh, 
 
 His sight is never dim : 
 He knows the way he taketh, 
 
 And I will walk with him. 
 
 Green pastures are before me, 
 
 Which yet I have not seen ; 
 Bright skies will soon be o'er me. 
 
 Where darkest clouds have been : 
 My hope I cannot measure ; 
 
 My path to life is free ; 
 My Saviour has my treasure, 
 
 And he will walk with me. 
 
 A-men. 
 
233 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 295. 
 
 20^ Matthew vi. 30. 
 
 ^^ J. Newton. 
 
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 J. Hullah. 
 
 
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 *- Now let our souls pursue 
 
 The theme of God's salvation, 
 
 And find it ever new : 
 Set free from present sorrow, 
 
 We cheerfully can say, 
 Let the unknown to-morrow 
 
 Bring with it what it may. 
 
 It can bring with it nothing, 
 
 But he will bear us through ; 
 Who gives the lilies clothing, 
 
 Will clothe his people too : 
 Beneath the spreading heavens, 
 
 No creature but is fed ; 
 And he who feeds the ravens, 
 
 Will give his children bread. 
 
 Though vine nor fig-tree neither, 
 
 Their wonted fruit should bear, 
 Though all the fields should wither, 
 
 Nor flocks nor herds be there ; 
 Yet, God the same abiding, 
 
 His praise shall tune my voice ; 
 For while in him confiding, 
 
 I cannot but rejoice. 
 
 A-men. 
 
296, 297. 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 234 
 
 2o6 Looking to Jesus. 
 
 Unknown Writer. 
 
 Paulina, iis. 
 
 Donizetti. Arr. L. W. B. 
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 1 (~\ EYES that are weary, and hearts that are sore 
 ^-J Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more ! 
 The light of his countenance shineth so bright, 
 That here, as in heaven, there need be no night. 
 
 2 While looking to Jesus, my heart cannot fear; 
 I tremble no more when I see Jesus near ; 
 
 I know that his presence my safeguard will be, 
 For, " Why are ye troubled? " he saith unto me. 
 
 3 Still looking to Jesus, O may I be found, 
 
 When Jordan's dark waters encompass me round : 
 They bear me away in his presence to be : 
 I see him still nearer whom always I see. 
 
 4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace 
 Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face ; 
 Shall know how his love went before me each day, 
 And wonder that ever my eyes turned away. 
 
 1^1 
 
 A-men. 
 
 207 John vi. 68 
 
 "' C. Wesley. 
 
 Federal Street. L. M. 
 
 H. K. Oliver. 
 
 
 
 W HITHER, O, whither should I fly, 
 But to my loving Father's breast ! 
 Secure within thine arms to lie, 
 And safe beneath thy wings to rest ! 
 
235 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 298. 
 
 In all my ways thy hand I own, 
 Thy ruling providence I see : 
 
 Assist me still my course to run, 
 And still direct my paths to thee. 
 
 I have no skill the snare to shun ; 
 
 But thou, O God, my wisdom art: 
 I ever into ruin run ; 
 
 But thou art greater than my heart. 
 
 Foolish, and impotent, and blind, 
 Lead me a way I have not known ; 
 
 Bring me where I my heaven may find, 
 The heaven of loving thee alone. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 2o8 Saved by Hope. 
 
 Unknown Writer. 
 
 Rose Hill. L. M. 
 
 G. F. Root. 
 
 i C\ GOD, thy grace and blessing give 
 ^^ To us who on thy name attend, 
 That we this mortal life may live 
 Regardful of our journey's end. 
 
 2 Teach us to know that Jesus died 
 
 And rose again our souls to save ; 
 Teach us to take him as our guide, 
 Our help, from childhood to the grave. 
 
 3 Then shall not death with terror come, 
 
 But welcome as a bidden guest, 
 The herald of a better home, 
 
 The messenger of peace and rest. 
 
 4 And when the awful signs appear 
 
 Of judgment and the throne above, 
 
 Our hearts still fixed, we shall not fear ; 
 
 God is our trust ; and God is love. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
299, 300. 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 236 
 
 200 Psalm lv. 22. 
 
 ~ P. Doddridge. 
 
 Dennis 
 
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 1 IIJOW gentle God's commands! 
 •*- -*■ How kind his precepts are ! 
 
 " Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, 
 And trust his constant care." 
 
 2 Beneath his watchful eye 
 
 His saints securely dwell ; 
 That hand which bears all nature up, 
 Shall guard his children well. 
 
 3 Why should this anxious load 
 
 Press down your weary mind ? 
 Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, 
 And sweet refreshment find. 
 
 4 His goodness stands approved, 
 
 Through each succeeding day: 
 I'll drop my burden at his feet, 
 And bear a song away. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 300 
 
 "My Faith looks up to Thee. 
 
 R. Palmer. 
 
 Olivet. 6-4. 
 
 L. Mason. 
 
 1 IWT Y faith looks up to thee, 
 
 1V1 Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour divine : 
 Now hear me while I pray ; Take all my guilt away ; 
 O let me from this day Be wholly thine. 
 
 2 May thy rich grace impart 
 
 Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire ; 
 As thou hast died for me, O may my love to thee, 
 Pure, warm, and changeless be — A living fire. 
 
237 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 301. 
 
 3 While life's dark maze I tread, 
 
 And griefs around me spread, Be thou my guide ; 
 Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away 
 Nor let me ever stray From thee aside. 
 
 When ends life's transient dream, 
 
 When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll ; 
 Blest Saviour, then, in love, Fear and distrust remove ; 
 
 O bear me safe above — A ransomed soul. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 Christi Gratia. 8-7. D. 
 
 A . R. Reinagle. 
 
 /GENTLY, Lord, O gently lead us, 
 ^ Jr Through this lonely vale of tears ; 
 Through the changes thou'st decreed us, 
 
 Till our last great change appears : 
 When temptation's darts assail us, 
 
 When in devious paths we stray, 
 Let thy goodness never fail us, 
 
 Lead us in thy perfect way. 
 
 In the hour of pain and anguish, 
 
 In the hour when death draws near, 
 Suffer not our hearts to languish, — 
 
 Suffer not our souls to fear : 
 And, when mortal life is ended, 
 
 Bid us on thy bosom rest, 
 Till, by angel-bands attended, 
 
 We awake among the blest. 
 
 A-men. 
 
302, 303. 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 238 
 
 302 
 
 " Lord help us." 
 
 H. H. Milman. 
 
 Manoah. C. M. 
 
 From Rossini. 
 
 1 f~\ HELP us, Lord! — each hour of need 
 ^-^ Thy heavenly succor give ; 
 
 Help us in thought and word and deed, 
 Each hour on earth we live. 
 
 2 O help us when our spirits bleed, 
 
 With contrite anguish sore ; 
 And when our hearts are cold and dead, 
 O help us, Lord, the more ! 
 
 3 O help us, through the power of faith, 
 
 More firmly to believe ! 
 For still the more the servant hath, 
 The more shall he receive. 
 
 4 O help us, Jesus ! from on high ; 
 
 We know no help but thee ; 
 O help us so to live and die, 
 As thine in heaven to be ! 
 
 W& 
 
 A-men. 
 
 303 
 
 John xiii. 8, 9. 
 
 C. Wesley. 
 
 BALERMA. C. M. 
 
 From a Spanish A ir. 
 
 i "pOREVER here my rest shall be, 
 ■*■ Close to thy bleeding side : 
 This all my hope, and all my plea — 
 For me the Saviour died. 
 
 2 My dying Saviour, and my God, 
 Fountain for guilt and sin, 
 Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, 
 And cleanse and keep me clean. 
 
239 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 304. 
 
 3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own : 
 Wash me, and mine thou art ; 
 Wash me, but not my feet alone, — 
 My hands, my head, my heart. 
 
 4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply, 
 Till faith to sight improve ; 
 Till hope in full fruition die, 
 And all my soul be love. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 Neumarck's Hymn 
 
 Tr. C. Winkworth. 
 
 Weimar. 
 
 G. Neumarck. 
 
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 TF thou but suffer God to guide thee, 
 
 -■- And hope in him through all thy ways, 
 
 He'll give thee strength, whate'er betide thee, 
 
 And bear thee through the evil days ; 
 Who trusts in God's unchanging love 
 
 Builds on the rock that naught can move. 
 
 What can these anxious cares avail thee — 
 These never-ceasing moans and sighs ? 
 
 What can it help if thou bewail thee 
 O'er each dark moment as it flies? 
 
 Our cross and trials do but press 
 
 The heavier for our bitterness. 
 
 God knows full well the hour of gladness 
 Shall be the needful thing for thee. 
 
 When he has tried thy soul with sadness 
 And from all guile has found thee free, 
 
 He comes to thee all unaware, 
 
 And makes thee own his loving care. 
 
 A-men. 
 
305, 306. 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 240 
 
 305 
 
 Paul Gerhard's Hymm. 
 
 Tr. y. Wesley. 
 
 Dover. S. M. 
 
 English. 
 
 1 (~^ I VE to the winds thy fears ; 
 ^^ Hope, and be undismayed ; 
 
 God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears 
 God shall lift up thy head. 
 
 2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms, 
 
 He gently clears thy way ; 
 Wait thou his time ; so shall this night 
 Soon end in joyous day 
 
 3 Still heavy is thy heart ? 
 
 Still sink thy spirits down ? 
 Cast off the weight, let fear depart, 
 Bid every care begone. 
 
 4 What, though thou rulest not ? 
 
 Yet heaven, and earth, and hell 
 Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, 
 And ruleth all things well ! 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 306 
 
 Lead, kindly Light 
 
 y. H. Newman. 
 
 Lux Benigna. 10,4; 10,4; 10,10. 
 
 y. B. Dykes. 
 
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 i T EAD, kindly J^ight ! amid th' encircling gloom, 
 
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 Lead thou me on ; 
 
241 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 307. 
 
 The night is dark, and I am far from home, 
 
 Lead thou me on ; 
 Keep thou my feet ; I do not ask to see 
 The distant scene ; one step enough for me. 
 
 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou 
 
 Shouldst lead me on; 
 I loved to choose and see my path ; but now 
 
 Lead thou me on : 
 I loved the garish day, and spite of fears, 
 Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years. 
 
 So long thy power has blest me, sure it still 
 
 Will lead me on 
 O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 
 
 The night is gone ; 
 And with the morn those angel faces smile 
 Which I have loved long since, and lost awile ! 
 
 A-men. 
 
 307 
 
 Faith in Darkness. 
 
 A . M. Toplady. 
 4—1 
 
 
 Olmutz. S. M. 
 
 Gregorian. Arr. Mason. 
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 1 V/'OUR harps, ye trembling saints 
 *■ Down from the willows take ; 
 Loud to the praise of love divine 
 Bid every string awake. 
 
 2 Though in a foreign land, 
 
 We are not far from home, 
 And nearer to our house above, 
 We every moment come. 
 
 3 His grace will to the end, 
 
 Stronger and brighter shine, 
 Nor present things, nor things to come, 
 Shall quench the spark divine. 
 
308. 
 
 HYMNS OF FAITH. 
 
 242 
 
 307. CONTINUED. 
 
 OLMUTZ. 
 
 4 When we in darkness walk, 
 
 Nor feel the heavenly flame, 
 Then is the time to trust our God, 
 And rest upon his name. 
 
 5 Soon shall our doubts and fears 
 
 Subside at his control ; 
 His loving kindness shall break through 
 The midnight of the soul. 
 
 6 Blest is the man, O God, 
 
 That stays himself on thee ! 
 Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, 
 Shall thy salvation see. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 308 
 
 A Firm Foundation. 
 
 A nne Steele. 
 4-4 
 
 Ames. L. M. 
 
 S. Neukomm. 
 
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 i^g^sSSPPNliS*^SS 
 
 1 V\ 7*HEN sins and fears prevailing rise, 
 
 * V And fainting hope almost expires, 
 Jesus, to thee I lift my eyes, 
 
 To thee I breathe my soul's desires. 
 
 2 If my immortal Saviour lives, 
 
 Then my immortal life is sure ; 
 His word a firm foundation gives ; 
 Here let me build, and rest secure. 
 
 3 Here let my faith unshaken dwell ; 
 
 Immovable the promise stands ; 
 Not all the powers of earth or hell 
 Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands. 
 
 
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 JfVJ/XS OF ASSUJ?J.YC£. 
 
 309. 
 
 4 Here. O ray soul, thy trust repose! 
 
 If Jesus is forever mine. 
 Not death itself, that last oi iocs. 
 S -11 break a union so divine. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 309 
 
 All will be Well. 
 
 Wales. 84,84: 88,84 
 
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 nTHROrGH the love of God our Saviour, 
 -L All will be well : 
 
 Free and changeless is his favor! 
 
 All, all is well : 
 Precious is the blood that healed us ; 
 Perfect is the grace that sealed us ; 
 Strong' the hand stretched out to shield us : 
 
 All must be well. 
 
 Though we pass through tribulation, 
 
 All will be well ; 
 Ours is such a full salvation. 
 
 All. all is well: 
 Happy, still in God confiding. 
 
 Fruitful, if in Christ abiding. 
 Holy, through the Spirit's guiding. 
 All must be well. 
 
 We expect a bright to-morrow : 
 
 All will be well : 
 Faith can sing- through days of sorrow. 
 
 All. all is well:' 
 On our Father's love reiving. 
 Jesus every need supplying. 
 "Or in living, or in dying, 
 
 \\\ must be well. 
 
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 A -men. 
 
3io, 3". 
 
 HYMNS OF ASSURANCE. 
 
 244 
 
 ojq Eternal Mercy. 
 
 ^ J. Wesley, Transl. 
 
 Melita. L. M. 61. 
 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 
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 1 HPHOQGH waves and storms go o'er my head, 
 
 •*- Though strength, and health, and friends be gone ; 
 Though joys be withered all, and dead, 
 Though every comfort be withdrawn ; 
 On this my steadfast soul relies, — 
 Father, thy mercy never dies. 
 
 2 Fixed on this ground will I remain, 
 
 Though heart may fail, and flesh decay ; 
 This anchor shall my soul sustain, 
 
 When earth's foundations melt away : 
 Mercy's full power I then shall prove, 
 Loved with an everlasting love. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 311 
 
 Fear cast out. 
 
 Gerhardt. Tr. C. Winkworth 
 
 Greenwood. S. M. 
 
 7". Sweetser. 
 
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 1 CINCE Jesus is my Friend, 
 ^ And I to him belong, 
 
 It matters not what foes intend, 
 However fierce and strong. 
 
 2 He whispers, in my breast, 
 
 Sweet words of holy cheer, 
 How he who seeks in God his rest 
 Shall ever find him near; 
 
 
245 
 
 HYMNS OF ASSURANCE. 
 
 312. 
 
 How God hath built above 
 
 A city fair and new, 
 Where eye and heart shall see and prove 
 
 What faith has counted true. 
 
 4 My heart for gladness springs, 
 
 It cannot more be sad ; 
 For very joy it laughs and sings, 
 Sees naught but sunshine glad. 
 
 5 The sun that glads mine eyes 
 
 Is Christ, the Lord I love ; 
 I sing for joy of that which lies 
 Stored up for me above. 
 
 312 
 
 2 Corinthians i. 20. 
 
 P. Doddridge. 
 
 DARWALL. H. M. 
 /. Darwall. 
 
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 TTHE promises I sing, Which sovereign love hath spoke ; 
 Nor will th' eternal King, His words of grace revoke ; 
 
 Not Zion's hill 
 Abides so sure. 
 
 They stand secure 
 And steadfast still ; 
 
 2 The mountains melt away When once the Judge appears 
 And sun and moon decay, That measure mortal years ; 
 
 But still the same, 
 In radiant lines 
 
 The promise shines 
 Through all the flame. 
 
 3 Their harmony shall sound Through my attentive ears, 
 When thunders cleave the ground And dissipate the spheres ; 
 
 Midst all the shock 
 Of that dread scene, 
 
 I stand serene, 
 Thy word my rock. 
 
313- 
 
 HYMNS OF ASSURANCE. 
 
 246 
 
 313 
 
 He'll never Forsake." 
 
 G. Keith. 
 
 Portuguese Hymn. iis. 
 
 J. Reading. 
 
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 1 TJOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, 
 -*--*■ Is laid for your faith in his excellent word " 
 What more can ne say than to you he hath said 
 
 s laid for your faith in his excellent word ! 
 nore can ne say than to you he hath 
 To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled? 
 
 2 Fear not, he is with thee, O be not dismayed ; 
 For he is thy God, and will give thee his aid: 
 
 He'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, 
 Upheld by his gracious, omnipotent hand. 
 
 3 When through the deep waters he calls thee to go, 
 The rivers of sorrow shall ne'er overflow ; 
 
 His presence shall guide thee, his mercy shall bless, 
 And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 
 
 4 When through fiery trials thy pathway is laid, 
 His grace all-sufficient shall lend thee its aid ; 
 The flame shall not hurt thee ; he does but design 
 Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 
 
 5 His people, through life, shall abundantly prove 
 His sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love ; 
 
 When age with gray hairs shall their temples adorn, 
 Like lambs they shall still in his bosom be borne. 
 
 6 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, 
 He will not — he will not desert to its foes : 
 That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, 
 He'll never — no never — no never forsake. 
 
 A-men. 
 
247 
 
 HYMNS OF ASSURANCE. 
 
 314. 
 
 314 
 
 Psalm lxxi. 17, 18 
 
 Unknown Writer. 
 — 1-4 
 
 St. Leonard's. C. M. D. 
 
 H. Hiles. 
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 i A ND wilt thou now forsake me, Lord ? 
 «**• I feel it cannot be ; 
 No earthly tongue can ever tell 
 
 What thou hast been to me. 
 Through all the changing scenes of life 
 
 Thy love hath sheltered me ; 
 And wilt thou now forget thy child ? 
 
 I feel it cannot be. 
 
 2 Thy love hath been my heritage 
 
 Through many a weary year ; 
 I've trusted in thy promises, 
 
 And thou hast dried each tear. 
 In life or death, I take my stand 
 
 Where I have ever stood, 
 Beneath the shelter of thy cross, 
 
 And trusting in thy blood. 
 
 And then, when youth, and health, and strength 
 
 And energy have fled, 
 The shades of evening peacefully 
 
 Shall close around my head. 
 And when in all the helplessness 
 
 Of death I turn to thee, 
 Thou wilt not then forsake me, Lord, 
 
 I feel it cannot be. 
 
 A -men. 
 
315, 3i6. 
 
 HYMNS OF ASSURANCE. 
 
 248 
 
 315 
 
 Preserving Grace. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 Azmon. C. M. 
 
 From Gldser. 
 
 1 T7IRM as the earth thy gospel stands, 
 J- My Lord, my hope, my trust ; 
 
 If I am found in Jesus' hands, 
 My soul can ne'er be lost. 
 
 2 His honor is engaged to save 
 
 The meanest of his sheep ; 
 All, whom his heavenly Father gave, 
 His hands securely keep. 
 
 3 Nor death nor hell shall e'er remove, 
 
 His favorites from his breast ; 
 In the dear bosom of his love 
 They must forever rest. 
 
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 A-men, 
 
 316 
 
 My Crown. 
 
 y. Swain. 
 
 SWABIA. S. M. 
 German. 
 
 4-U-J-4- 
 
 
 1 1 • 1 • 1 • 1 
 
 1 T STAND on Zion's mount 
 
 -*- And view my starry crown ; 
 No power on earth my hope can shake 
 Nor hell can thrust me down. 
 
 2 The lofty hills, and towers, 
 
 That lift their heads on high, 
 Shall all be levelled low in dust, 
 Their very names shall die. 
 
 3 The vaulted heavens shall fall, 
 
 Built by Jehovah's hands ; 
 But firmer than the heavens, the Rock 
 Of my salvation stands. 
 
 A-men. 
 
249 
 
 HYMNS OF GRATITUDE. 
 
 317,318. 
 
 317 
 
 Salvation 
 
 /. Watts. 
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 Annunciation. C. M. 
 
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 1 C ALVATION !— O the joyful sound ! 
 ^ Tis pleasure to our ears ; 
 
 A sovereign balm for every wound, 
 A cordial for our fears. 
 
 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 
 
 At hell's dark door we lay : 
 But we arise, by grace divine, 
 To see a heavenly day. 
 
 3 Salvation ! — let the echo fly 
 
 The spacious earth around ; 
 
 While all the armies of the sky 
 
 Conspire to raise the sound. 
 
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 St. Peter. CM. 
 
 A . R. Reinagle. 
 
 i A MAZING grace, — how sweet the sound,- 
 ^*" That saved a wretch like me ! 
 I once was lost, but now am found ; 
 Was blind, but now I see. 
 
 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, 
 
 And. grace my fears relieved ; 
 How precious did that grace appear, 
 The hour I first believed. 
 
 3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 
 
 I have already come ; 
 But grace has brought me safe thus far, 
 And grace will lead me home. 
 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 HYMNS OF GRATITUDE. 
 
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 i T WAS a wandering sheep, 
 *- I did not love the fold ; 
 I did not love my Shepherd's voice, 
 
 I would not be controlled ; 
 I was a wayward child, 
 
 I did not love my home, 
 I did not love my Father's voice, 
 
 I loved afar to roam. 
 
 2 The Shepherd sought his sheep, 
 
 The Father sought his child ; 
 They followed me o'er vale and hill, 
 
 O'er deserts waste and wild : 
 They found me nigh to death, 
 
 Famished, and faint, and lone ; 
 They bound me with the bands of love, 
 
 They saved the wandering one. 
 
 3 Jesus my Shepherd is, 
 
 'Twas he that loved my soul, 
 'Twas he that wash'd me in his blood, 
 
 'Twas he that made me whole : 
 'Twas he that sought the lost, 
 
 That found the wandering sheep, 
 'Twas he that brought me to the fold — 
 
 'Tis he that still doth keep. 
 
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 320. 
 
 No more a wandering sheep, 
 
 I love to be controlled, 
 I love my tender Shepherd's voice, 
 
 I love the peaceful fold : 
 No more a wayward child, 
 
 I seek no more to roam, 
 I love my heavenly Father's voice— 
 
 I love, I love his home. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 John xv. 16. 
 
 J. Conder. 
 
 Elwtn. 7-6. D. 
 
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 'TTIS not that I did choose thee, 
 
 J- For, Lord, that could not be ; 
 This heart would still refuse thee, 
 
 But thou hast chosen me : 
 Thou from the sin that stained me 
 
 Hast made me pure and free ; 
 Of old thou hast ordained me, 
 
 That I should live to thee. 
 
 'Twas sovereign mercy called me, 
 
 And taught my opening mind ; 
 The world had else enthralled me, 
 
 To heavenly glories blind, 
 My heart owns none above thee ; 
 
 For thy rich grace I thirst ; 
 This knowing, if I love thee, 
 
 Thou must have loved me first. 
 
 A-men. 
 
321, 322. 
 
 HYMNS OF GRATITUDE. 
 
 252 
 
 321 
 
 Saved by Grace 
 
 P. Doddridge. 
 
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 Silver Street. S. M. 
 
 /. Smith. 
 
 i /^RACE! 'tis a charming sound, 
 ^-* Harmonious to the ear ! 
 Heaven with the echo shall resound, 
 And all the earth shall hear. 
 
 2 Grace first contrived a way 
 
 To save rebellious man ; 
 And all the steps that grace display, 
 Which drew the wondrous plan. 
 
 3 Grace led my roving feet 
 
 To tread the heavenly road ; 
 And new supplies each hour I meet, 
 While pressing on to God. 
 
 4 Grace all the work shall crown, 
 
 Through everlasting days ; 
 It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
 And well deserves the praise. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 322 
 
 By the Grace of God 
 
 H. Bonar. 
 
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 Bethlehem. C. M. 
 
 W. Arnold. 
 
 ALL that I was, my sin and guilt, 
 My death was all my own, — 
 All that I am, I owe to thee, 
 My gracious God, alone. 
 
 The evil of my former state 
 Was mine, and only mine ; 
 
 The good in which I now rejoice. 
 Is thine, and only thine. 
 
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 323. 
 
 3 The darkness of my former state, 
 
 The bondage, all was mine ; 
 The light of life, in which I walk, 
 The liberty, is thine. 
 
 4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin, 
 
 It taught me to believe ; 
 Then, in believing, peace I found, 
 And now I live — I live ! 
 
 5 All that I am, ev'n here on earth ; 
 
 All that I hope to be, 
 When Jesus comes, and glory dawns, 
 I owe it, Lord, to thee. 
 
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 i C AVIOUR ! teach me, day by day, 
 ^ Love's sweet lesson to obey ; 
 Sweeter lesson cannot be, 
 Loving him who first loved me. 
 
 2 With a child-like heart of love, 
 At thy bidding may I move ; 
 Prompt to serve and follow thee, 
 Loving him who first loved me. 
 
 3 Teach me all thy steps to trace, 
 Strong to follow in thy grace ; 
 Learning how to love from thee, 
 Loving him who first loved me. 
 
 4 Thus may I rejoice to show 
 That I feel the love I owe ; 
 Singing, till thy face I see, 
 
 Of his love who first loved me. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
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 HYMNS OF GRATITUDE. 
 
 254 
 
 Gethsemane. 7s. 61. 
 
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 l^HEN this passing world is done, — 
 ^ ^ When has sunk yon glorious sun ; 
 When, from off the mount of God, 
 We review the path we've trod ; 
 Then, Lord, shall I fully know — 
 Not till then — how much I owe ! 
 
 When I hear the wicked call 
 On the rocks and hills to fall ; 
 When I see them start and shrink, 
 On the fiery deluge brink ; 
 Then, Lord, shall I fully know — 
 Not till then — how much I owe ! 
 
 When I stand before the throne, 
 Clothed in beauty not my own ; 
 When I see thee as thou art, 
 Love thee with unsinning heart ; 
 Then, Lord, shall I fully know — 
 Not till then — how much I owe ! 
 
 When the praise of heaven I hear, 
 Loud as thunders to the ear, 
 Loud as many waters' noise, 
 Sweet as harps' melodious voice, 
 Then, Lord, shall I fully know — 
 Not till then — how much I owe ! 
 
255 
 
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 325. 
 
 o2C God of all Comfort. 
 
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 /^HOSEN not for good in me, 
 
 ^-" Wakened up from wrath to flee, 
 
 Hidden in the Saviour's side, 
 
 By the Spirit sanctified — 
 
 Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, 
 
 By my love, how much I owe. 
 
 Oft I walk beneath the cloud, 
 Dark as midnight's gloomy shroud ; 
 But, when fear is at the height, 
 Jesus comes, and all is light ; 
 Blessed Jesus ! bid me show 
 Doubting saints how much I owe. 
 
 Oft the nights of sorrow reign — 
 Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain-, 
 But a night thine anger burns — 
 Morning comes, and joy returns : 
 God of comforts ! bid me show 
 To thy poor how much I owe. 
 
 When in flowery paths I tread, 
 Oft by sin I'm captive led ; 
 Oft I fall, but still arise— 
 Jesus comes — the tempter flies : 
 Blessed Jesus ! bid me show 
 Weary sinners all I owe. 
 
 A-men. 
 
326,327. 
 
 HYMNS OF LOVE. 
 
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 1 f~\ TELL me, thou life and delight of my soul, 
 ^-^ Where the flock of thy pasture are feeding ; 
 I seek thy protection, I need thy control, 
 
 I would go where my Shepherd is leading. 
 
 2 O tell me the place where thy flock are at rest, 
 
 Where the noontide will find them reposing ; 
 The tempest now rages, my soul is distressed, 
 And the pathway of peace I am losing. 
 
 3 O why should I stray with the flocks of thy foes, 
 
 'Mia the desert where now they are roving, 
 Where hunger and thirst, where affliction and woes, 
 And temptations their ruin are proving? 
 
 4 O when shall my foes and my wandering cease, 
 
 And the follies that fill me with weeping ? 
 Thou Shepherd of Israel, restore me that peace 
 
 Thou dost give to the flock thou art keeping. 'I men. 
 
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 "DLESSED fountain, full of grace — 
 *-* Grace for sinners, grace for me ! 
 To this source alone I trace 
 What I am and hope to be : — 
 
257 
 
 HYMNS OF LOVE. 
 
 328. 
 
 2 What I am, as one redeemed, 
 
 Saved and rescued by the Lord ; 
 Hating what I once esteemed, 
 Loving what I once abhorred ; 
 
 3 What I hope to be ere long, 
 
 When 1 take my place above, 
 
 When I join the heavenly throng, 
 
 When I see the God of love. 
 
 4 .Then I hope like him to be, 
 
 Who redeemed his saints from sin, 
 Whom I now obscurely see, 
 Through a veil that stands between 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 ^ Tr. R. S. Willis. 
 
 Crusaders' Hymn. 56,8; 55,8. 
 
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 1 p AIREST Lord Jesus ! Ruler of all nature ! 
 * O thou of God and man the Son ! 
 
 Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor, 
 Thee, my soul's glory, joy, and crown. 
 
 2 Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands ! 
 
 Robed in the blooming garb of spring ; 
 Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, 
 
 Who makes the woeful heart to sing. 
 
 3 Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the moonlight, 
 
 And all the twinkling starry host ; 
 Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer 
 Than all the angels heaven can boast. 
 
329,330. 
 
 HYMNS OF LOVE. 
 
 258 
 
 1 Peter i. 8. 
 
 R. Palmer, 
 
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 1 T ESUS, these eyes have never seen 
 J That radiant form of thine ! 
 The veil of sense hangs dark between 
 
 Thy blessed face and mine ! 
 
 2 I see thee not, I hear thee not, 
 
 Yet art thou oft with me ; 
 And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot, 
 As where I meet with thee. 
 
 3 Like some bright dream that comes unsought, 
 
 When slumbers o'er me roll, 
 Thine image ever fills my thought, 
 And charms my ravished soul. 
 
 4 Yet though I have not seen, and still 
 
 Must rest in faith alone ; 
 I love thee, dearest Lord ! — and will, 
 Unseen, but not unknown. 
 
 5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, 
 
 And still this throbbing heart, 
 The rending veil shall thee reveal, 
 All glorious as thou art ! 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 330 
 
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 The Warfare. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 1 1 1 , -I ., J 1 
 
 Ames. L. M. 
 
 6". Neukomm. 
 
 1 OTAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, 
 ^ And gird the gospel armor on ; 
 March to the gates of endless joy, 
 Where Jesus, thy great Captain 's gone. 
 
 
259 
 
 HYMNS OF ZEAL AND COURAGE. 
 
 331. 
 
 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course ; 
 
 But hell and sin are vanquished foes ; 
 Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross, 
 And sung the triumph when he rose. 
 
 3 Then let my soul march boldly on, — 
 
 Press forward to the heavenly gate ; 
 There peace and joy eternal reign, 
 
 And glittering robes for conquerors wait 
 
 4 There shall I wear a starry crown, 
 
 And triumph in almighty grace, 
 While all the armies of the skies 
 
 Join in my glorious Leader's praise. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 Hymn of Zinzendorf. 
 
 Tr. J. Bortkwick. 
 
 Vi ■ ■ i . I U . I I 
 
 331 
 
 Zinzendorf. 55,88,55. 
 
 A. Drese. 
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 i T ESUS, still lead on Till our rest be won ; 
 J And although the way be cheerless, 
 
 We will follow, calm and fearless : 
 Guide us by thy hand To our Fatherland ! 
 
 2 If the way be drear, If the foe be near, 
 
 Let not faithless fears o'ertake us, 
 Let not faith and hope forsake us ; 
 For, through many a foe, To our home we go ! 
 
 3 When we seek relief From a long-felt grief; 
 
 When temptations come alluring, 
 Make us patient and enduring : 
 Show us that bright shore Where we weep no more 
 
 4 Jesus, still lead on, Till our rest be won ; : gj-^-w 
 
 Heavenly Leader, still direct us, 
 Still support, console, protect us, 
 Till we safely stand In our Fatherland ! 
 
332. 
 
 HYMNS OF ZEAL AND COURAGE. 
 
 260 
 
 332 
 
 Stand up for Jesus. 
 
 G. Duffield. 
 
 Exultation. 7-6. D. 
 
 H. Smart. 
 
 
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 1 CTAND 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 day : 
 " Ye that are men, now serve him," 
 
 Against unnumbered foes ; 
 Your courage rise with danger, 
 
 And strength to strength oppose. 
 
 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus ! 
 
 Stand in his strength alone ; 
 The arm of flesh will fail you — 
 
 Ye dare not trust your own : 
 Put on the gospel armor, 
 
 And, watching unto prayer, 
 Where duty calls or danger, 
 
 Be never wanting there ! 
 
 
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 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 ! 
 
 333- 
 
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 333 
 
 John xxi. 15-17 
 
 P. Doddridge. 
 
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 W. H. Havergal. 
 
 1 r)0 not I love thee, O my Lord? 
 ■^ Behold my heart and see ; 
 And turn the dearest idol out 
 
 That dares to rival thee. 
 
 2 Is not thy name melodious still 
 
 To mine attentive ear? 
 Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound, 
 My Saviour's voice to hear? 
 
 3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock 
 
 I would disdain to feed ? 
 Hast thou a foe before whose face 
 I fear thy cause to plead ? 
 
 4 Would not my heart pour forth its blood 
 
 In honor of thy name ? 
 And challenge the cold hand of death 
 To damp th' immortal flame ? 
 
 5 Thou knowest that I love thee, Lord ; 
 
 But O, I long to soar 
 Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
 And learn to love thee more. 
 
 A-men. 
 
334, 335- 
 
 HYMNS OF ZEAL AND COURAGE. 
 
 262 
 
 334 
 
 The Race. 
 
 P. Doddridge. 
 
 Christmas. C. M. 
 
 From Handel. 
 
 
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 1 A WAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, 
 **- And press with vigor on ; 
 
 A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 
 |: And an immortal crown. :|| 
 
 2 A cloud of witnesses around 
 
 Hold thee in full survey ; 
 Forget the steps already trod, 
 |: And onward urge thy way. :[ 
 
 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice, 
 
 That calls thee from on high ; 
 'Tis his own hand presents the prize 
 |: To thine aspiring eye. :|| 
 
 4 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee, 
 
 Have I my race begun ; 
 And, crowned with victory, at thy feet 
 |: I'll lay my honors down.:|| 
 
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 335 
 
 Awake, our Souls. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 Missionary Chant. L. M. 
 
 C. Zeuner. 
 
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 i A WAKE our souls, away our fears, 
 **• Let every trembling thought be gone ; 
 Awake and run the heavenly race, 
 And put a cheerful courage on. 
 
263 
 
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 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, 
 And mortal spirits tire and faint ; 
 
 But they forget the mighty God, 
 That feeds the strength of every saint :— 
 
 336. 
 
 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power 
 
 Is ever new and ever young, 
 And firm endures, while endless years 
 Their everlasting circles run. 
 
 4 From thee, the overflowing spring, 
 
 Our souls shall drink a fresh supply, 
 
 While such as trust their native strength 
 
 Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 
 
 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, 
 
 We'll mount aloft to thine abode ; 
 
 On wings of love our souls shall fly, 
 
 Nor tire amid the heavenly road. 
 
 A -men. 
 
 oofo An Open Door. 
 
 ^ Nicholls. 
 
 LAWRENCE: 66,4 ; 66,4. 
 L. W. Bacon, Arr. 
 
 r\ THOU best gift of heaven, 
 
 ^^ Thou who thyself hast given, — For thou hast died ! 
 
 This thou hast done for me : 
 
 What have I done for thee, Thou crucified ? 
 
 2 I long to serve thee more ; 
 
 Reveal an open door, Saviour, to me : 
 Then, counting all but loss, 
 
 I'll glory in thy cross, And follow thee. 
 
 3 Do thou but point the way, 
 
 And give me strength t' obey ; Thy will be mine : 
 Then can I think it joy 
 
 To suffer or to die, Since I am thine. 
 
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337, 338. 
 
 HYMNS OF ZEAL AND COURAGE. 
 
 264 
 
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 /. Watts. 
 
 i T'M not ashamed to own my Lord, 
 -*- Or to defend his cause ; 
 Maintain the honor of his word, 
 The glory of his cross. 
 
 2 Jesus, my God ! — I know his name — 
 
 His name is all my trust ; 
 Nor will he put my hope to shame, 
 Nor let my soul be lost. 
 
 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, 
 
 And he can well secure 
 What I've committed to his hands, 
 Till the decisive hour. 
 
 4 Then will he own my worthless name. 
 
 Before his Father's face, 
 And in the new Jerusalem, 
 Appoint my soul a place. 
 
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 ^^ In lowly paths of service free ; 
 Tell me thy secret ; help me bear 
 The strain of toil, the fret of care. 
 
 
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 339- 
 
 2 Help me the slow of heart to move, 
 By some clear winning word of love ; 
 Teach me the wayward feet to stay, 
 And guide them in the homeward way. 
 
 3 Teach me thy patience ; still with thee 
 In closer, dearer company, 
 
 In work that keeps faith sweet and strong, 
 In trust that triumphs over wrong. 
 
 4 In hope that sends a shining ray 
 
 Far down the future's broadening way, 
 In peace that only thou canst give, 
 With thee, O Master, let me live ! 
 
 A-men. 
 
 339 
 
 M Hinder Me Not. 
 
 J. Ryland. 
 
 MARLOW. C. M. 
 
 English. 
 
 i TN all my Lord's appointed ways, 
 -*■ My journey I'll pursue ; 
 Hinder me not, ye much-loved saints, 
 For I must go with you. 
 
 2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus leads, 
 
 I'll follow where he goes ; 
 Hinder me not ! shall be my cry, 
 Though earth and hell oppose. 
 
 3 Through duty and through trials too 
 
 I'll go at his command ; 
 Hinder me not, for I am bound 
 To my Immanuel's land. 
 
 4 And when my Saviour calls me home, 
 
 Still this my cry shall be, — 
 Hinder me not, — come, welcome, death!. 
 I'll gladly go with thee. 
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 HYMNS OF ZEAL AND COURAGE. 
 
 266 
 
 340 
 
 Nothing but Leaves. 
 
 Mrs, L. E. Akerman. 
 
 Harvest. 
 
 S. J. Vail. 
 
 1 TVTOTHING but leaves! the Spirit grieves 
 -L^ Over a wasted life; 
 
 O'er sins indulged while conscience slept, 
 O'er vows and promises unkept, 
 That yield, from years of strife, 
 |: Nothing but leaves. :|| 
 
 2 Nothing but leaves ! no gathered sheaves ' 
 
 Of life's fair ripening grain ; 
 We sow our seeds, lo ! tares and weeds, 
 Words, idle words, for earnest deeds ! 
 
 We reap, with toil and pain, 
 fl : Nothing but leaves. :|| 
 
 3 Nothing but leaves ! sad memory weaves 
 
 No vail to hide the past ; 
 And as we trace our weary way, 
 Counting each lost and misspent day, 
 
 Sadly we find at last 
 [ : Nothing but leaves. :|| 
 
 4 Ah ! who shall thus the Master meet, 
 
 Bearing but withered leaves? 
 Ah ! who shall, at the Saviour's feet, 
 Before the awful judgment-seat, 
 
 Lay down, for golden sheaves, 
 1 : Nothing but leaves? :|| 
 
 
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 341,342. 
 
 341 
 
 The Warfare. 
 
 G. Heath. 
 
 Laban. S. M. 
 
 L. Mason. 
 
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 1 TV/T Y soul, be on thy guard ; 
 *y*- Ten thousand foes arise ; 
 The hosts of sin are pressing hard 
 
 To draw thee from the skies. 
 
 2 O watch, and fight, and pray ; 
 
 The battle ne'er give o'er ; 
 Renew it boldly every day, 
 And help divine implore. 
 
 3 Ne'er think the victory won, 
 
 Nor lay thine armor down ; 
 Thy arduous work will not be done, 
 Till thou obtain thy crown. 
 
 4 Fight on, my soul, till death 
 
 Shall bring thee to thy God ; 
 He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, 
 To his divine abode. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 Dover. S. M. 
 
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 1 iy/r Y soul, it is thy God 
 
 ^J- Who calls thee by his grace ; 
 Now loose thee from each cumbering load. 
 And bend thee to the race. 
 
 2 Make thy salvation sure ; 
 
 All sloth and slumber shun ; 
 
 Nor dare a moment rest secure, 
 
 Till thou the goal hast won. 
 
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 3 Thy crown of life hold fast ; 
 
 Thy heart with courage stay ; 
 Nor let one trembling glance be cast 
 Along the backward way. 
 
 4 Thy path ascends the skies, 
 
 With conquering footsteps bright ; 
 And thou shalt win and wear the prize, 
 In everlasting light. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 oao Following Jesus. 
 
 * 5 ^'* 5 W. Crpswell. 
 
 Manoah. C. M. 
 
 Front Rossini. 
 
 i TORD, lead the way the Saviour went, 
 -I—* By lane and cell obscure, 
 And let our treasures still be spent, 
 Like his, upon the poor. 
 
 2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress 
 
 Who bore the world's sad weight, 
 We, in their gloomy loneliness, 
 Would seek the desolate. 
 
 3 For thou hast placed us side by side 
 
 In this wide world of ill ; 
 And that thy followers may be tried, 
 The poor are with us still. 
 
 4 Small are the offerings we can make ; 
 
 Yet thou hast taught us, Lord, 
 If given for the Saviour's sake, 
 They lose not their reward. 
 
 
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269 
 
 HYMNS OF ZEAL AND COURAGE. 
 
 344, 345. 
 
 344 
 
 Enduring Hardness. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 Abney. C. M. 
 
 N. Herrmann. 
 
 1 AM la soldier of the cross, 
 **- A follower of the Lamb ? 
 And shall I fear to own his cause, 
 
 Or blush to speak his name ? 
 
 2 Are there no woes for me to face? 
 
 Must I not stem the flood ? 
 Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
 To help me on to God ? 
 
 3 Sure I must fight if I would reign ; 
 
 Increase my courage, Lord : 
 I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
 Supported by thy word. 
 
 4 Thy saints in all this glorious war 
 
 Shall conquer, though they die ; 
 They see the triumph from afar, 
 And seize it with their eye. 
 
 5 When that illustrious day shall rise, 
 
 And all thy armies shine 
 In robes of victory through the skies, 
 The glory shall be thine. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 OAK Mark viii. 38. 
 
 7- Grigg. 
 
 Harmony Grove. L. M. 
 
 H. K. Oliver. 
 
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 1 T ESUS ! and shall it ever be, 
 J A mortal man ashamed of thee ? 
 Ashamed of thee whom angels praise, 
 Whose glories shine through endless days ? 
 
346. 
 
 HYMNS OF ZEAL AND COURAGE. 
 
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 2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far 
 Let evening- blush to own a star ; 
 He sheds the beams of light divine 
 O'er this benighted soul of mine. 
 
 3 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend 
 On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! 
 No ; — when I blush, be this my shame, 
 That I no more revere his name. 
 
 4 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. 
 
 5 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — 
 Till then I boast a Saviour slain ! 
 And O may this my glory be, 
 
 That Christ is not ashamed of me ! 
 
 m 
 
 S-t=- 
 
 346 
 
 Christ's Servant and Soldier. 
 
 Unknown Writer. 
 
 Hertford. C. M. D. 
 
 H. J. Gauntlett. 
 
 ttt- 
 1 HPHE Saviour by whose name I'm called 
 -*- Will grant me strength within, 
 To own his name before the world, 
 And fight the fight with sin. 
 
271 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 347- 
 
 So will I sing, O blessed be 
 
 The Lord, who is my strength ! 
 
 The weakest child who calls on thee 
 Shall overcome at length. 
 
 The swift may stumble in the race, 
 
 The strong in battle fail, 
 But they who ever seek thy face, 
 
 Shall in thy might prevail. 
 And O, when on each brow shall shine 
 
 Thy gift, a fadeless crown, 
 What joy to own the glory thine, 
 
 And lowly cast it down ! 
 
 :g_4=- 
 
 A-men. 
 
 Perfected in Christ 
 
 C. Wesley. 
 
 i HTRY us, O God, and search the ground 
 -L Of every sinful heart ; 
 Whate'er of sin in us is found, 
 O bid it all depart! 
 
 2 Help us to help each other, Lord, 
 
 Each other's cross to bear ; 
 
 Let each his friendly aid afford, 
 
 And feel his brother's care. 
 
 3 Help us to build each other up, 
 
 Our heart and life improve ; 
 Increase our faith, confirm our hope, 
 And perfect us in love. 
 
 4 Up into thee, our living Head, 
 
 Let us in all things grow,^ 
 Till thou hast made us free indeed, 
 And spotless here below. 
 
 A-men. 
 
348. 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 272 
 
 oa.8 Christ in us. 
 
 ^ C. Wesley. 
 
 —i — r^i — 1 — 1 
 
 Beecher. 8-7. D. 
 
 7. Zundel. 
 
 4 , — . i n 1 -4- 
 
 
 LOVE divine, all love excelling, 
 -* Joy of heaven, to earth come down ! 
 Fix in us thy humble dwelling, 
 
 All thy faithful mercies crown ; 
 Jesus ! thou art all compassion, 
 
 Pure, unbounded love thou art ; 
 Visit us with thy salvation, 
 Enter every trembling heart. 
 
 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit 
 
 Into every troubled breast ! 
 Let us all in thee inherit, 
 
 Let us find thy .promised rest : 
 Come, almighty to deliver, 
 
 Let us all thy life receive ! 
 Speedily return, and never, 
 
 Never mOre thy temples leave ! 
 
 Finish then thy new creation ; 
 
 Pure, unspotted may we be : 
 Let us see our whole salvation 
 
 Perfectly secured by thee ! 
 Changed from glory into glory 
 
 Till in heaven we take our place ; 
 Till we cast our crowns before thee, 
 
 Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 
 
 =fc 
 
 A-men. 
 
273 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 349- 
 
 oaq A Perfect Heart. 
 
 ^^' C. Wesley. 
 
 Trinity College. S. M. D. 
 
 J. H. Willcox 
 
 i§Hi^f 
 
 1 T ESUS, my strength, my hope, 
 J On thee I cast my care ; 
 With humble confidence look up, 
 
 And know thou hear'st my prayer. 
 Give me a godly fear, 
 
 A quick-discerning eye, 
 That looks to thee when sin is near, 
 
 And sees the tempter fly. 
 • 
 
 2 Give me a true regard, — 
 
 A single, steady aim, 
 Unmoved by threat'ning or reward, 
 
 To thee and thy great name ; 
 A jealous, just concern, 
 
 For thine immortal praise ; 
 A pure desire that all may learn 
 
 And glorify thy grace. 
 
 1 rest upon thy word, — 
 
 The promise is for me ; 
 My succor and salvation, Lord, 
 
 Shall surely come from thee : 
 But let me still abide, 
 
 Nor from my hope remove, 
 Till thou my patient spirit guide 
 
 Into thy perfect love. 
 
 A-men. 
 
350. 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 274 
 
 otQ The Love of God. 
 
 *^ C. Wesley. 
 
 Magdalene. C. P. M. 
 
 W. Hayes. 
 
 -J-r-J— \— I f^r-l 1 e-n — l-ri-J 1 J^ — ^ 
 
 His 
 
 1 f~\ LOVE divine, how sweet thou art ! 
 ^-^ When shall I find my willing heart 
 
 All taken up by thee ? 
 I thirst, I faint, I die to prove 
 The greatness of redeeming love, — 
 
 The love of Christ to me. 
 
 2 Stronger his love than death or hell : 
 No mortal can its riches tell, 
 
 Nor first-born sons of light : 
 In vain they long its depths to see ; 
 They cannot reach the mystery, — 
 
 The length, the breadth, the height. 
 
 3 God only knows the love of God ; 
 O that it now were shed abroad 
 
 In this poor, stony heart ! 
 For love I sigh, for love I pine ; 
 This only portion, Lord, be mine — 
 
 Be mine this better part. 
 
 4 O that I could forever sit 
 
 In transport at my Saviour's feet ! 
 
 Be this my happy choice ; 
 My only care, delight, and bliss, 
 My joy, my heaven on earth, be this, 
 
 To hear my Saviour's voice. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 
275 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 351. 
 
 351 
 
 The Hidden Life. 
 
 C. Wesley. 
 
 Affection. 76,76; 78,76. 
 
 From Mozart. J. K. Paine. 
 
 T^HOU, O Lord, in tender love, 
 -L Dost all my burdens bear ; 
 Lift my heart to things above, 
 
 And fix it ever there. 
 Calm on tumult's wheel I sit, 
 
 'Midst busy multitudes alone ; 
 Sweetly waiting at thy feet, 
 
 Till all thy will be done. 
 
 Careful without care I am, 
 
 Nor feel my happy toil ! 
 Kept in peace by Jesus' name, 
 
 Supported by his smile, 
 Joyful thus my faith to show, 
 
 I find his service my reward ; 
 Every work I do below, 
 
 I do it to the Lord. 
 
 To the desert or the cell, 
 
 Let others blindly fly, 
 In this evil world I dwell 
 
 Unhurt, unspotted I. 
 Here I find a house of prayer, 
 
 To which I inwardly retire ; 
 Walking unconcerned in care, 
 
 And unconsumed in fire. 
 
 ;Si 
 
 A-men. 
 
352. 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 276 
 
 352 
 
 Submission. 
 
 A . L. Waring. 
 -A J , U, i -r-l- n-1 
 
 Brunswick. C. M. 61. 
 
 From Handel. 
 
 
 ifeSife 
 
 .^_J ^ 
 
 -1 — ^y 
 
 I I 
 
 1 — r 
 
 
 i p AT HER, I know that all my life 
 * Is portioned out for me ; 
 The changes that will surely come 
 
 I do not fear to see : 
 I ask thee for a present mind, 
 
 Intent on pleasing thee. 
 
 2 I ask thee for a thoughtful love, 
 
 Through constant watching wise, 
 To meet the glad with joyful smiles, 
 
 And wipe the weeping eyes ; 
 A heart at leisure from itself, 
 
 To soothe and sympathize. 
 
 3 I ask thee for the daily strength, 
 
 To none that ask denied, 
 A mind to blend with outward life, 
 
 While keeping at thy side ; 
 Content to fill a little space, 
 
 If thou be glorified. 
 
 4 And if some things I do not ask, 
 
 Among my blessings be, 
 I'd have my spirit filled the more 
 
 With grateful love to thee ; 
 More careful — not to serve thee much, 
 
 But please thee perfectly. 
 
 -<S— <si— u 
 
 m 
 
 A-men. 
 
 I, 
 
277 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 353- 
 
 353 
 
 Phillippians ii. 5. 
 
 C. Elliot {?). 
 
 I J 
 
 TlNTERN. 7S. 61. 
 A . H. Brown. 
 
 1 T7 VER patient, gentle, meek, 
 *~* Holy Saviour, was thy mind : 
 Vainly in myself I seek 
 
 Likeness to my Lord to find ; 
 Yet that mind which was in thee 
 May be, must be formed in me. 
 
 2 Days of toil, 'mid throngs of men, 
 
 Vexed not, ruffled not thy soul ; 
 Still collected, calm, serene, 
 
 Thou each feeling couldst control : 
 Lord, that mind which was in thee 
 May be, must be formed in me. 
 
 3 Though such griefs were thine to bear, 
 
 For each sufferer thou couldst feel ; 
 Every mourner's burden share, 
 
 Every wounded spirit heal : 
 Saviour, let thy grace in me 
 Form that mind which was in thee. 
 
 When my pain is most intense, 
 Let thy cross my lesson prove ; 
 
 Let me hear thee, ev'n from thence, 
 Breathing words of peace and love : 
 
 Saviour, let thy grace in me 
 
 Form that mind which was in thee. 
 
 A-men. 
 
354, 355- 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 278 
 
 Full Salvation. 
 
 I^ffj£g#I 
 
 
 1 T/NOW, my soul, thy full salvation ; 
 "■ Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; 
 Joy to find, in every station, 
 
 Something still to do or bear. 
 
 2 Think what Spirit dwells within thee : 
 
 Think what Father's smiles are thine ; 
 Think that Jesus died to win thee : 
 Child of heaven, canst thou repine ? 
 
 3 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 
 
 Armed by faith, and winged by prayer, 
 Heaven's eternal day's before thee : 
 God's own hand shall guide thee there. 
 
 4 Soon shall close thy earthly mission, 
 
 Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days, 
 Hope shall change to glad fruition, 
 Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 
 
 355 
 
 '■ Still with Thee." 
 
 J. D. Burns. 
 
 Haverhill. S. M. 
 
 L. Mason. 
 
 i CTILL with thee, O my God, 
 ^ I would desire to be ; 
 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
 I would be still with thee : 
 
 2 With thee, when dawn comes in, 
 And calls me back to care ; 
 Each day returning to begin 
 With thee, my God, in prayer : 
 
279 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 356. 
 
 3 With thee, amid the crowd 
 
 That throngs the busy mart, 
 To hear thy voice, 'mid clamor loud, 
 Speak softly to my heart : 
 
 4 With thee, when day is done, 
 
 And evening calms the mind : 
 The setting as the rising sun 
 With thee my heart would find. 
 
 5 With thee, when darkness brings 
 
 The signal of repose ; 
 Calm in the shadow of thy wings, 
 Mine eyelids I would close 
 
 6 With thee, in thee, by faith 
 
 Abiding I would be ; 
 By day, by night, in life, in death, 
 I would be still with thee. 
 
 =3^g=B 
 
 m 
 
 A-men. 
 
 otg Isaiah lvii. 15. 
 
 *^ F. W.Faber. 
 
 Bethlehem. C. M. 
 
 W. Arnold. 
 
 1, n i. J J. 1 n. ... i. r±u 
 
 HPHY home is with the humble, Lord: 
 *- The simple are the best ; 
 Thy lodging is in child-like hearts ; 
 Thou makest there thy rest. 
 
 Dear Comforter, eternal Love, 
 
 If thou wilt stay with me, 
 Of lowly thoughts and simple ways 
 
 I'll build a house for thee. 
 
 Who made this breathing heart of mine 
 But thee, my heavenly Guest ? 
 
 Let no one have it, then, but thee, 
 And let it be thy rest ! 
 
 ^eH 
 
 A-men. 
 
357, 358- 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 280 
 
 Walking with God 
 
 W. Cowper. 
 
 J-4 
 
 Balerma. C. M. 
 
 Spanish A ir. 
 
 i C\ FOR a closer walk with God ! 
 ^^ A calm and heavenly frame ! 
 A light to shine upon the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb ! 
 
 2 Return, O holy Dove, return, 
 
 Sweet messenger of rest ; 
 I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
 And drove thee from my breast. 
 
 3 The dearest idol I have known, 
 
 Whate'er that idol be, 
 Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
 And worship only thee. 
 
 4 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. 
 
 is 
 
 A-men. 
 
 Jacob's Vision. 
 
 S. F. Adams. 
 
 Bethany. 
 
 10,10; 12,10. 
 
 L. Mason. 
 
 IpgpS^Si^l 
 
 4-V 
 
 ^r-t^rv 
 
 n I *'* * * * 
 
 1 "VT EARER, my God, to thee, nearer to thee ! 
 J"^ E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me ; 
 Still all my song shall be, — nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee. 
 
 2 Though, like the wanderer, the sun gone down, 
 Darkness be over me, my rest a stone ; 
 
 Yet in my dreams I'd be, nearer, my God, to thee, — 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee. 
 
28l 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 359- 
 
 3 There let the way appear, steps unto heaven ; 
 All that thou sendest me, in mercy given ; 
 Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to thee,- 
 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee. 
 
 4 Then with my waking thoughts, bright with thy praise, 
 Out of my stony griefs, Bethel I'll raise ; 
 
 So by my woes to be nearer, my God, to thee, 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee. 
 
 5 Or if on joyful wing, cleaving the sky, ; 1 j 
 
 Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I fly ; ^-g- 
 
 Still all my song shall be, — nearer, my God, to j -fg- ^ 
 thee, ; ~^^~ 
 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee. A-nW 
 
 Craving Grace. 
 
 W. Cowper. 
 
 i T THIRST, but not, as once I did, 
 ■■- The vain delights of earth to share ; 
 Thy wounds, Immanuel, all forbid 
 That I should seek my pleasure there. 
 
 2 It was the sight of thy dear cross, 
 
 First weaned my soul from earthly things ; 
 And taught me to esteem as dross 
 
 The mirth of fools, and pomp of kings. 
 
 3 I want that grace that springs from thee, 
 
 That quickens all things where it flows, 
 And makes a wretched thorn like me 
 Bloom as the myrtle or the rose. 
 
 4 For sure, of all the plants that share 
 
 The notice of my Father's eye, 
 
 None proves less grateful to his care, 
 
 Or yields him meaner fruit than I. 
 20 
 
36o, 361. 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 282 
 
 360 
 
 Wholly Christ's 
 
 Unknown Writer. 
 
 ■ft-J 1— l-n- 
 
 Pleyel's Hymn. 7s. 
 
 I. Pleyel. 
 
 i T ESUS, take me for thine own ; 
 J To thy will my spirit frame ; 
 Thou shalt reign, and thou alone, 
 Over all I have and am. 
 
 2 Making thus the Lord my choice, 
 
 I have nothing more to choose, 
 But to listen to thy voice, 
 And my will in thine to lose. 
 
 3 Then, whatever may betide, 
 
 I shall safe and happy be ; 
 
 Still content and satisfied, — 
 
 Having all in having thee. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 36l 
 
 Perfect Peace. 
 
 C. Wesley. 
 
 Ash well. L. M. 
 
 L. Mason. 
 
 f~\ THAT my load of sin were gone ! 
 ^^ O that I could at last submit 
 At Jesus' feet to lay it down, 
 To lay my soul at Jesus' feet ! 
 
 Rest for my soul I long to find ; 
 
 Saviour of all, if mine thou art, 
 Give me thy meek and lowly mind, 
 
 And stamp thine image on my heart. 
 
 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, 
 And fully set my spirit free ; 
 
 I can not rest till pure within, 
 Till I am wholly lost in thee. 
 
 
283 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 362. 
 
 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God, 
 
 Thy light and easy burden prove, 
 The cross all stain a with hallow'd blood, 
 The labor of thy dying love. 
 
 5 I would, but thou must give the power, 
 
 My heart from every sin release ; 
 Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, 
 And fill me with thy perfect peace. 
 
 362 T J 0HN *"• I- 6- 
 
 ° /. Waits. 
 
 Olmutz. S. M. 
 
 Gregorian. Arr. Mason. 
 
 ^S 
 
 B=w^=w^^ 
 
 m 
 
 
 '■'II 
 
 -n — r 
 
 1 'i 1 1 
 
 1 DEHOLD what wondrous grace 
 -^ The Father has bestowed 
 On sinners of a mortal race, 
 
 To call them sons of God ! 
 
 2 Nor doth it yet appear 
 
 How great we must be made ; 
 But when we see our Saviour here, 
 We shall be like our head. 
 
 3 A hope so much divine 
 
 May trials well endure, 
 May purge our souls from sense and sin, 
 As Christ the Lord is pure. 
 
 4 If in my Father's love 
 
 I share a filial part, 
 Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, 
 To rest upon my heart. 
 
 5 We would no longer lie 
 
 Like slaves beneath the throne ; 
 Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry, 
 And thou the kindred own. 
 
 A-men. 
 
3^3, 364. 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 284 
 
 363 
 
 Ephesians iii. 17-21. 
 
 /. Waits. 
 
 Quebec. L. M. 
 
 H. Baker. 
 
 i POME, dearest Lord, descend and dwell 
 ^ By faith and love in every breast ; 
 Then shall we know, and taste, and feel 
 The joys that cannot be expressed, 
 
 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, 
 
 Make our enlarged souls possess, 
 And learn the height, and breadth, and length 
 Of thine immeasurable grace. 
 
 3 Now to the God whose power can do 
 More than our thoughts and wishes know, 
 Be everlasting honors done 
 
 By all the church, through Christ his Son. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 364 
 
 Purer and Purer. 
 
 Unknown Writer. 
 
 Severn. 6-5. D. 
 
 L. Mason. 
 
 T3URER yet and purer I would be in mind, 
 ■*• Dearer yet and dearer every duty find ; 
 Hoping still and trusting God without a fear, 
 Patiently believing he will make all clear ; 
 
 Calmer yet and calmer, trial bear and pain, 
 Surer yet and surer peace at last to gain ; 
 Suffering still and doing, to his will resigned, 
 And to God subduing heart and will and mind. 
 
2§5 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 365. 
 
 3 Higher yet and higher out of clouds and night, 
 Nearer yet and nearer rising to the light — 
 Light serene and holy, where my soul may rest, 
 Purified and lowly, sanctified and blest ; 
 
 4 Quicker yet and quicker ever onward press, 
 Firmer yet and firmer step, as I progress : 
 
 Oft these earnest longings swell within my breast, 
 Yet their inner meaning ne'er can be expressed. 
 
 ogt " Calm Me." 
 
 Preston. C. M. 
 
 L. Mason. 
 
 i f^ALM me, my God, and keep me calm : 
 ^ _ Let thine outstretched wing 
 Be like the shade of Elim's palm, 
 Beside her desert spring. 
 
 2 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude 
 
 The sounds my ear that greet, — 
 Calm in the closet's solitude, 
 Calm in the bustling street, — 
 
 3 Calm in the hour of buoyant health, 
 
 Calm in the hour of pain, 
 Calm in my poverty or wealth, 
 Calm in my loss or gain, — 
 
 4 Calm in the sufferance of wrong, 
 
 Like him who bore my shame, 
 Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng 
 Who hate thy holy name. 
 
 5 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, 
 
 Soft resting on thy breast ; 
 Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm, 
 And bid my spirit rest. 
 
 A-men. 
 
366,367. 
 
 HYMNS OF ASPIRATION. 
 
 286 
 
 ^66 Perfect Peace. 
 
 *^ Mary A . S. Barber. 
 
 HORTON. 7s. 
 X. Von Wartensee. Arr. 
 
 i T3RINCE of Peace, control my will; 
 *- Bid this struggling heart be still ; 
 Bid my fears and doubtings cease, — 
 Hush my spirit into peace. 
 
 2 Thou has bought me with thy blood, 
 Opened wide the gate to God ; 
 Peace I ask — but peace must be, 
 Lord, in being one with thee. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 o^#7 A New Heart. 
 
 ** * C. Wesley. 
 
 Beatitude. C. M. 
 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 J-. 1 — 1-, 
 
 i (~\ FOR a heart to praise my God, 
 ^^ A heart from sin set free ; 
 A heart that's sprinkled with the blood 
 So freely shed for me ! — 
 
 2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 
 
 My dear Redeemer's throne ; 
 Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
 Where Jesus reigns alone. 
 
 3 O for a lowly, contrite heart, 
 
 Believing, true, and clean, 
 Which neither death nor life can part 
 From him that dwells within : — 
 
 4 A heart in every thought renewed, 
 
 And filled with love divine ; 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, — 
 An image, Lord, of thine ! 
 
 
2 8 7 
 
 HYMNS OF HOLY FEAR. 
 
 368. 
 
 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, 
 Come quickly from above : 
 Write thy new name upon my heart ; 
 Thy name, O God, is love. 
 
 s=F 
 
 A-men. 
 
 ^68 Holy Trembling. 
 
 ^ C. Wesley. 
 
 Ganges. C. P. M. 
 
 Old Melody. 
 
 1 , I 
 
 i C\ GOD, my inmost soul convert, 
 ^S And deeply on my thoughtful heart 
 
 Eternal things impress ; 
 Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
 And save me ere it be too late ; 
 Wake me to righteousness. 
 
 2 Before me place, in bright array, 
 The pomp of that tremendous day, 
 
 When thou with clouds shalt come 
 To judge the nations at thy bar ; 
 And tell me, Lord, shall 1 be there 
 
 To meet a joyful doom ? 
 
 Be this my one great business here, — 
 With holy trembling, holy fear, 
 
 To make my calling sure ! 
 Thine utmost counsel to fulfill, 
 And suffer all thy righteous will, 
 
 And to the end endure ! 
 
 —I L^ 
 
 =g=s 
 
 SI 
 
 A-men. 
 
3^9, 370. 
 
 HYMNS OF HOL Y FEAR. 
 
 288 
 
 360 Watchfulness. 
 
 ° " C. Wesley. 
 
 Gorton. S. M. 
 
 From. Beethoven. 
 
 ^^^ai 
 
 1 A CHARGE to keep I have : 
 **- A God to glorify ; 
 
 A never-dying soul to save, 
 And fit it for the sky ; — 
 
 2 To serve the present age, 
 
 My calling to fulfill ; 
 O may it all my powers engage 
 To do my Master's will. 
 
 3 Arm me with jealous care, 
 
 As in thy sight to live ; 
 And O, thy servant, Lord, prepare 
 A strict account to give. 
 
 4 Help me to watch and pray, 
 
 And on thyself rely ; 
 Assured, if I my trust betray, 
 I shall forever die. 
 
 o»7Q God's Sweet Mercy. 
 
 ° ' J.S. B Monsell. 
 
 MONSELL. S. M. 
 J. Barnby. 
 
 i CWEET is thy mercy, Lord ; 
 ^ Before thy mercy-seat 
 My soul adoring pleads thy word, 
 And owns thy mercy sweet. 
 
 2 Where'er thy name is blest, 
 Where'er thy people meet, 
 There I delight in thee to rest, 
 And find thy mercy sweet. 
 
289 
 
 HYMNS OF RESIGN A TION 
 
 371. 
 
 My need and thy desires 
 Are all in Christ complete ; 
 
 Thou hast the justice truth requires, 
 I have thy mercy sweet. 
 
 Light thou our weary way, 
 Lead thou our wandering feet, 
 
 That while we stay on earth we may 
 Still find thy mercy sweet. 
 
 Thus shall the heavenly host 
 Hear all our songs repeat 
 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost : — 
 Our joy, thy mercy sweet. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 Thy Will, not Mine 
 
 H. Bonar. 
 
 Via Lucis. 12s. 
 
 y. Stainer. 
 
 1 THY way, not mine, O Lord, however dark it be ! 
 
 ■*■ Lead me by thine own hand ; choose out the path for 
 
 me. 
 I dare not choose my lot ; I would not, if I might : 
 Choose thou for me, my God, so shall I walk aright. 
 
 2 The kingdom that I seek is thine ; so let the way 
 That leads to it be thine, else I must surely stray. 
 Take thou my cup, and it with joy or sorrow fill, 
 
 As best to thee may seem ; choose thou my good and ill. 
 
 3 Choose thou for me my friends, my sickness or my health ; 
 Choose thou my cares for me, my poverty or wealth. 
 Not mine, not mine the choice, in things or great or 
 
 small ; 
 Be thou my Guide, my Strength, my Wisdom, and 
 my All. 
 
 ^ 
 
 A-men. 
 
372, 373- 
 
 HYMNS OF RESIGNATION. 
 
 290 
 
 372 
 
 Resignation. 
 
 Mrs. Steele. 
 
 -l-l-l 
 
 St. Agnes. C. M. 
 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 
 §i 
 
 torn ^ W^-r ^^^ lz&ZZZjgyr^ BT^^ 
 
 i T7ATHER! whate'er of earthly bliss 
 ^ Thy sovereign will denies, 
 Accepted at thy throne of grace, 
 Let this petition rise : 
 
 2 " Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 
 
 From every murmur free ; 
 The blessings of thy grace impart, 
 And make me live to thee. 
 
 3 " Let the sweet hope that thou art mine 
 
 My life and death attend ; 
 Thy presence through my journey shine, 
 And crown my journey's end." 
 
 
 A-men. 
 
 373 
 
 Thy Will be done. 
 
 Charlotte Elliot. 
 
 Almsgiving. 88,84. 
 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 
 i 1V/TY God, my Father, while I stray 
 
 ■*■*-*■ Far from my home, on life's rough way, 
 
 teach me from my heart to say, 
 
 " Thy will be done ! " 
 
 2 If thou shouldst call me to resign 
 What most I prize, — it ne'er was mine ; 
 
 1 only yield thee what was thine ; 
 
 Thy will be done ! 
 
291 
 
 HYMNS OF RESIGNATION. 
 
 374- 
 
 3 If but my fainting heart be blest 
 With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, 
 My God, to thee 1 leave the rest : 
 
 Thy will be done ! 
 
 4 Renew my will from day to day ; 
 Blend it with thine, and take away 
 Whate'er now makes it hard to say, 
 
 " Thy will be done ! " 
 
 5 Then when on earth I breathe no more 
 The prayer oft mixed with tears before, 
 I'll sing upon a happier shore : 
 
 " Thy will be done ! " 
 
 =g-g=iJ 
 
 A-men. 
 
 o*7A Habakkuk iii. 17, 18 
 
 Scotch Paraphrase. 
 
 %—^-U-r 1 J . J l^ 
 
 ^HB^S 
 
 St. Ann's. C. M. 
 
 W. Croft. 
 
 j-^a 2 M - '£ •*• 
 
 «Pg^a 
 
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 1 A \T HAT though no flowers the fig-tree clothe, 
 
 * V Though vines their fruit deny, 
 The labor of the olive fail, 
 And fields no food supply ; — 
 
 2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise 
 
 My flock cut off 1 see ; 
 Though famine pine in empty stalls, 
 Where herds were wont to be : — 
 
 3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad, 
 
 And glory in his love ; 
 In him rejoice, who will the God 
 Of my salvation prove. 
 
 4 God is the treasure of my soul, 
 
 The source of lasting joy, 
 A joy which want shall not impair, 
 Nor death itself destroy. 
 
 A-men. 
 
375,376. 
 
 HYMNS OF RESIGNATION. 
 
 292 
 
 Walking by Faith 
 
 W. y. Irons. 
 
 Refuge. C. M. 
 
 J. Barnby. 
 
 i T7ATHER of love, our guide and friend, 
 -^ O, lead us gently on, 
 Until life's trial-time shall end, 
 And heavenly rest be won. 
 
 2 We know not what the path may be 
 
 As yet by us untrod, 
 But we can trust our all to thee, 
 Our Father and our God. 
 
 3 And if some darker lot be good, 
 
 O, teach us to endure 
 The sorrow, pain, or solitude, 
 That makes the spirit pure. 
 
 A Safe Retreat. 
 
 Anne Steele. 
 
 Faith. C. M. 
 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 
 DEAR refuge of my weary soul, 
 On thee, when sorrows rise — 
 On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 
 My fainting hope relies. 
 
 To thee I tell each rising grief, 
 For thou alone canst heal ; 
 
 Thy word can bring a sweet relief 
 For every pain I feel. 
 
 But O, when gloomy doubts prevail, 
 
 I fear to call thee mine ; 
 The springs of comfort seem to fail, 
 
 And all my hopes decline. 
 
293 
 
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 377- 
 
 4 Yet, gracious God, where shall 1 flee ? 
 
 Thou art my only trust ; 
 And still my soul would cleave to thee, 
 Though prostrate in the dust. 
 
 5 Thy mercy-seat is open still, 
 
 Here let my soul retreat, 
 With humble hope attend thy will, 
 And wait beneath thy feet. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 377 
 
 " In all Points like as we are." 
 
 y. Edmeston. 
 
 St. Chrysostom. L. M. 61. 
 
 W. C. Filby. 
 
 i A S oft with worn and weary feet, 
 £*~ We tread earth's rugged valley o'er, 
 The thought, how comforting and sweet, 
 
 Christ trod this very path before ! 
 Our wants and weaknesses he knows, 
 From life's first dawning till its close. 
 
 2 If Satan tempt our hearts to stray, 
 
 And whisper evil things within, 
 So did he in the desert way, 
 
 Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin ; 
 When worn, and in a feeble hour, 
 The tempter came with all his power. 
 
 3 Just such as I, this earth he trod, 
 
 With every human ill but sin ; 
 And, though indeed the very God, 
 
 As I am now, so he has been ; 
 My God, my Saviour ! look on me 
 With pity, love, and sympathy. 
 
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 *■**- Abides for ever sure ; 
 And in its matchless grace I feel 
 My happiness secure. 
 
 2 Since thou, the everlasting God, 
 
 My Father art become, 
 Jesus my Guardian and my Friend, 
 And heaven my final home, — 
 
 3 I welcome all thy sovereign will, 
 
 For all that will is love ; 
 And when I know not what thou dost, 
 I wait the light above. 
 
 4 Thy covenant in the darkest gloom 
 
 Shall heavenly rays impart, 
 And when my eyelids close in death, 
 Sustain my fainting heart. 
 
 
 A-men. 
 
 07Q JOB i. 21. 
 ** ' * J. Conder. 
 
 Brunswick. 86,86 ; 88. 
 
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 * * In trial's fearful hour, — 
 Bow all resigned beneath his rod, 
 And bless his sparing power ; — 
 
295 
 
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 380. 
 
 A joy springs up amid distress,- 
 A fountain in the wilderness. 
 
 O, to be brought to Jesus' feet, 
 
 Though trials fix me there, 
 Is still a privilege most sweet ; 
 
 For he will hear my prayer ; 
 Though sighs and tears its language be 
 The Lord is nigh to answer me. 
 
 Then blessed be the hand that gave, 
 
 Still blessed when it takes ; 
 Blessed be he who smites to save, 
 
 Who heals the heart he breaks : 
 Perfect and true are all his ways, 
 Whom heaven adores and death obeys. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 ^80 Comfort in Sickness 
 
 ° A.M. Tofilady. 
 
 Bethlehem. C. M. 
 
 W. Arnold. 
 
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 1 A^rHEN languor and disease invade 
 
 ^ * This trembling house of clay, 
 'Tis sweet to look by faith abroad, 
 And long to fly away ; 
 
 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend 
 
 The whispers of his love ; 
 Sweet to look upward to the place 
 Where Jesus pleads above ; 
 
 3 Sweet to look back, and see my name 
 In life's fair book set down ; 
 Sweet to look forward, and behold 
 Eternal joys my own ; 
 
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 3 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest, 
 
 Whose love can never end ; 
 Sweet on his covenant of grace 
 For all things to depend ; 
 
 4 Sweet, in the confidence of faith, 
 
 To trust his firm decrees ; 
 Sweet to lie passive in his hands, 
 And know no will but his. 
 
 5 If such the sweetness of the streams, 
 
 What must the fountain be, 
 Where saints and angels draw their bliss 
 Immediately from thee? 
 
 A -men. 
 
 Matthew xi. 28 
 
 C. Elliot. 
 
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 G. Josephi. 
 
 i VK nTH tearful eyes I look around; 
 * * Life seems a dark and stormy sea ; 
 Yet, 'mid the gloom, I hear a sound, 
 A heavenly whisper, " Come to me." 
 
 2 It tells me of a place of rest — 
 
 It tells me where my soul may flee ; 
 O ! to the weary, faint, oppressed, 
 
 How sweet the bidding, " Come to me ! " 
 
 3 When nature shudders, loth to part 
 
 From all I love, enjoy, and see — 
 Wfien a faint chill steals o'er my heart — 
 A sweet voice utters, " Come to me." 
 
297 
 
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 382. 
 
 4 " Come, for all else must fail and die ; 
 
 Earth is no resting-place for thee ; 
 Heavenward direct thy weeping eye, 
 I am thy portion ! Come to me/' 
 
 5 O voice of mercy ! voice of love ! 
 
 In conflict, grief and agony, 
 Support me, cheer me from above, 
 And gently whisper, " Come to me. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 og2 "Comfort me.' 
 
 G. Rawson. 
 
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 And the last hope will not stay, 
 Saviour, comfort me ! 
 
 2 When the secret idol's gone 
 
 That my poor heart yearned upon,- 
 Desolate, bereft, alone, 
 Saviour, comfort me ! 
 
 3 Thou, who wast so sorely tried, 
 In the darkness crucified, 
 
 Bid me in thy love confide ; 
 Saviour, comfort me ! 
 
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 4 Comfort me ; I am cast down ; 
 Tis my heavenly Father's frown ; 
 I deserve it all, I own : 
 
 Saviour, comfort me ! 
 
 5 So it shall be good for me 
 Much afflicted now to be, 
 If thou wilt but tenderly, 
 
 Saviour, comfort me ! 
 
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 * V When our bitter tears o'erflow, 
 When we mourn the lost, the dear, 
 Jesus, son of Mary, hear. 
 
 2 Thou our throbbing; flesh hast worn, 
 Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, 
 Thou hast shed the human tear ; 
 Jesus, son of Mary, hear. 
 
 3 Thou hast bowed the dying head, 
 Thou the blood of life hast shed, 
 Thou hast filled a mortal bier ; 
 Jesus, son of Mary, hear. 
 
 4 When the heart is sad within 
 With the thought of all its sin, 
 When the spirit shrinks with fear, 
 Jesus, son of Mary, hear. 
 
 5 Thou, the shame, the grief, hast known 
 Though the sins were not thine own ; 
 Thou hast deigned their load to bear ; 
 Jesus, son of Mary, hear. 
 
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 As ye journey, sweetly sing ; 
 Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, 
 Glorious in his works and ways. 
 
 
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 385. 
 
 2 Ye are travelling home to God, 
 In the way the fathers trod : 
 They are happy now — and ye 
 Soon their happiness shall see. 
 
 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest ; 
 You on Jesus' throne shall rest : 
 There your seat is now prepared- 
 There your kingdom and reward. 
 
 4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
 On the borders of your land ; 
 Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, 
 Bids you undismayed go on. 
 
 5 Lord, submissive make us go, 
 Gladly leaving all below ; 
 Only thou our leader be, 
 And. we still will follow thee. 
 
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 ^ D I. Watts. 
 
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 1V1 The life of my delights, 
 The glory of my brightest days, 
 And comfort of my nights ! 
 
 2 In darkest shades if he appear, 
 
 My dawning is begun ! 
 He is my soul's sweet morning-star, 
 And he my rising sun. 
 
 3 The opening heavens around me shine 
 
 With beams of sacred bliss, 
 While Jesus shows his heart is mine, 
 And whispers, " I am his ! " 
 
386. 
 
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 385. CONTINUED. 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay 
 
 At that transporting word, 
 Run up with joy the shining way, 
 T' embrace my dearest Lord. 
 
 5 Fearless of hell, and ghastly death, 
 
 I'd break through every Foe ; 
 The wings of love, and arms of faith, 
 Should bear me conqueror through. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 Awake and Sing 
 
 W. Hammond. 
 
 St. Michael's. S. M. 
 
 y. Daye. 
 
 1 A WAKE, and sing the song 
 ** Of Moses and the Lamb ! 
 Wake every heart, and every tongue, 
 
 To praise the Saviour's name ! 
 
 2 Sing of his dying love — 
 
 Sing of his rising power — 
 
 Sing how he intercedes above, 
 
 For us whose sins he bore. 
 
 3 Sing, till we feel our heart 
 
 Ascending with our tongue ; 
 Sing, till the love of sin depart, 
 And grace inspire our song. * 
 
 4 Sing on your heavenly way, 
 
 Ye ransomed sinners, sing ; 
 Sing on, rejoicing every day 
 In Christ th' eternal King, 
 
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 387. 
 
 5 Soon shall we hear him say, — 
 
 " Ye blessed children, come!" 
 Soon will he call us hence away, 
 To our eternal home. 
 
 6 There shall our raptured tongue 
 
 His endless praise proclaim ; 
 And sweeter voices tune the song 
 Of Moses and the Lamb ! 
 
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 ^^ Comes to me o'er and o'er : 
 Nearer my home am I to-day 
 Than e'er I've been before ; — 
 
 2 Nearer my Father's house 
 
 Where many mansions be ; — 
 Nearer my Saviour's great white throne ; 
 Nearer the crystal sea ; — 
 
 3 Nearer to reach the end 
 
 And lay my burden down ; 
 Nearer to leave my weary cross ; 
 Nearer to wear my crown. 
 
 4 But through that gloomy vale 
 
 Where all is shade and night, 
 Flows on the deep and unknown stream, 
 Between me and the light. 
 
 5 Father, perfect my trust ; 
 
 Strengthen my trembling faith ; 
 Help me and hold me, when my feet 
 Stand on the brink of death. 
 
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 J With milk and honey blest ; 
 Beneath thy contemplation 
 
 Sink heart and voice opprest. 
 I know not, O I know not 
 
 What joys await us there ; 
 What radiancy of glory, 
 
 What bliss beyond compare ! 
 
 2 There is the throne of David, 
 
 And there, from care released, 
 The shout of them that triumph, 
 
 The song of them that feast : 
 And they who with their Leader 
 
 Have conquered in the fight, 
 Forever, and forever 
 
 Are clad in robes of white. 
 
 O sweet and blessed country, 
 
 The home of God's elect ! 
 O 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. 
 
 A-men. 
 
303 
 
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 The Desert March. 
 
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 Pilgrimage. 66,86; 87. 
 
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 -*- Where death and darkness reign, 
 We seek our new, our better home, 
 Where we our rest shall gain. 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 We are travelling home to Heaven ! 
 
 2 To Canaan's sacred bound 
 
 We haste with songs of joy, 
 Where peace and liberty are found, 
 
 And sweets that never cloy. 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 We are travelling home to Heaven ! 
 
 3 There sin and sorrow cease, 
 
 And all the strife is o'er ; 
 There we shall dwell in endless peace, 
 
 And never hunger more. 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 We are travelling home to Heaven ! 
 
 4 There in celestial strains 
 
 The ransomed captives sing : 
 There love in every bosom reigns, 
 
 For God himself is King ; 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 We are travelling home to Heaven ! 
 
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 -*• Crowns that never fade away, 
 Gird and deck the saints in light ; 
 
 Priests, and kings, and conquerors, they. 
 Yet the conquerors bring their palms 
 
 To the Lamb amid the throne ; 
 And proclaim, in joyful psalms, 
 
 Victory through his cross alone. 
 
 2 Kings for harps their crowns resign, 
 
 Crying, as they strike the chords — 
 " Take the kingdom ; it is thine, 
 
 King of kings, and Lord of lords." 
 Round the altar, priests confess, 
 
 If their robes are white as snow, 
 'Twas their Saviour's righteousness, 
 
 And his blood that made them so. 
 
 Who are these ? On earth they dwelt, 
 
 Sinners once of Adam's race ; 
 Guilt, and fear, and suffering felt, 
 
 But were saved by sovereign grace. 
 They were mortal, too, like us : 
 
 Ah, when we, like them shall die, 
 May our souls, translated thus, 
 
 Triumph, reign, and shine, on high ! 
 
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 This innumerable throng, 
 Round the altar, night and day, 
 
 Hymning one triumphant song ? — 
 " Worthy is the Lamb once slain, 
 Blessing, honor, glory, power, 
 Wisdom, riches, to obtain ; 
 New dominion every hour." 
 
 These through fiery trials trod ! — 
 
 These from great affliction came : 
 Now before the throne of God, 
 
 Sealed with his almighty name, 
 Clad in raiment pure and white, 
 
 Victor palms in every hand, 
 Through their dear Redeemer's might, 
 
 More than conquerors they stand. 
 
 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, 
 
 On immortal fruits they feed ; 
 Them, the Lamb amid the throne 
 
 Shall to living fountains lead : 
 Joy and gladness banish sighs ; 
 
 Perfect love dispels all fears ; 
 And forever from their eyes 
 
 God shall wipe away the tears. 
 
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 In sparkling raiment bright, 
 The armies of the ransomed saints 
 
 Throng up the steeps of light : 
 'Tis finished, all is finished, 
 
 Their fight with death and sin : 
 Fling open wide the golden gates, 
 And let the victors in. 
 
 What rush of hallelujahs 
 
 Fills all the earth and sky ! 
 What ringing of a thousand harps 
 
 Bespeaks the triumph nigh ! 
 O day, for which creation 
 
 And all its tribes were made ! 
 O joy, for all its former woes 
 
 A thousand-fold repaid ! 
 
 O then what raptured greetings 
 
 On Canaan's happy shore, 
 What knitting; severed friendships up, 
 
 Where partings are no more ! 
 Then eyes with joy shall sparkle, 
 
 That brimmed with tears of late, 
 Orphans no longer fatherless, 
 
 Nor widows desolate. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 393- 
 
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 R. Seagrave. 
 
 Amsterdam. 7-6. Tr. 
 
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 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 
 Thy better portion trace ; 
 Rise from transitory things, 
 
 Toward heaven thy native place : 
 Sun and moon and stars decay, 
 
 Time shall soon this earth remove ; 
 Rise, my soul, and haste away 
 To seats prepared above. 
 
 Rivers to the ocean run, 
 
 Nor stay in all their course ; 
 Fire, ascending, seeks the sun ; 
 
 Both speed them to their source: 
 So a soul that's born of God, 
 
 Pants to view his glorious face, 
 Upward tends to his abode, 
 
 To rest in his embrace. 
 
 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, 
 
 Press onward to the prize ; 
 Soon our Saviour will return 
 
 Triumphant in the skies : 
 There we'll join the heavenly train, 
 
 Welcomed to partake the bliss ; 
 Fly from sorrow and from pain, 
 
 To realms of endless peace. 
 
 
 A -men. 
 
394- 
 
 HYMNS OF HOPE. 
 
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 The Promised Land. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
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 -*- Where saints immortal reign, 
 Infinite day excludes the night, 
 
 And pleasures banish pain. 
 There everlasting spring abides, 
 
 And never-withering flowers : 
 Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 
 2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 
 
 Stand dressed in living green ; 
 So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
 
 While Jordan rolled between. 
 But timorous mortals start and shrink 
 
 To cross this narrow sea, 
 And linger shivering on the brink, 
 
 And fear to launch away. 
 
 O could we make our doubts remove 
 
 These gloomy doubts that rise, 
 And see the Canaan that we love, 
 
 With unbeclouded eyes : — 
 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 
 
 And view the landscape o'er, — 
 Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 
 
 Should fright us from the shore. 
 
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 ^-^ And cast a wishful eye 
 To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
 
 Where my possessions lie. 
 O, the transporting, rapturous scene, 
 
 That rises to my sight ! 
 Sweet fields arrayed in living green, 
 
 And rivers of delight ! 
 
 2 O'er all those wide extended plains 
 
 Shines one eternal day ; 
 There God, the sun, forever reigns, 
 
 And scatters night away. 
 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath, 
 
 Can reach that healthful shore ; 
 Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
 
 Are felt and feared no more. 
 
 When shall I reach that happy place, 
 
 And be forever blest ? 
 When shall I see my Father's face, 
 
 And in his bosom rest ? 
 Filled with delight, my raptured soul 
 
 Can here no longer stay ; 
 Though Jordan's waves around me roll, 
 
 Fearless I'd launch away. 
 
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 J Name ever dear to me ! 
 When shall my labors have an end, 
 
 In joy and peace, in thee ? 
 O when, thou city of my God, 
 
 Shall I thy courts ascend, 
 Where congregations ne'er break up, 
 [ : And Sabbaths have no end? :|| 
 
 2 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, 
 
 Nor sin, nor sorrow know : 
 Blest seats ! through rude and stormy scenes 
 
 I onward press to you. 
 Why should I shrink at pain and woe, 
 
 Or feel, at death, dismay ? 
 I've Canaan's goodly land in view, 
 [ : And realms of endless day. :|| 
 
 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there, 
 Around my Saviour stand ; 
 
 And soon my friends in Christ below, 
 Will join the glorious band. 
 
 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 
 My soul still pants for thee ; 
 
 Then shall my labors have an end, 
 
 1 : When I thy joys shall see. :|| 
 
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 The land of souls freeborn ! 
 No gloomy night is known there, 
 
 But aye the fadeless morn ; 
 I'm sighing for that country, 
 
 My heart is aching here ; 
 There is no pain in the Homeland 
 To which I'm drawing near. 
 
 My Lord is in the Homeland, 
 
 With angels bright and fair ; 
 No sinful thing nor evil 
 
 Can ever enter there ; 
 The music of the ransomed 
 
 Is ringing in my ears, 
 And when I think of the Homeland, 
 
 My eyes are wet with tears. 
 
 For loved ones in the Homeland 
 
 Are waiting me to come 
 Where neither death nor sorrow 
 
 Invade their holy home : 
 O dear, dear native country ! 
 
 O rest and peace above ! 
 Christ bring us all to the Homeland 
 
 Of his eternal love. 
 
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 ■*• Earth is a desert drear, Heaven is my home. 
 
 Danger and sorrow stand 
 Round me on every hand ; 
 Heaven is my fatherland. — Heaven is my home. 
 
 2 What though the tempest rage, Heaven is my home ; 
 Short is my pilgrimage, Heaven is my home, 
 
 Time's cold and wintry blast 
 Soon will be overpast, 
 I shall reach home at last. — Heaven is my home. 
 
 3 There, at mv Saviour's side, Heaven is my home ; 
 I shall be gforified — Heaven is my home. 
 
 There are the good and blest, 
 Those I loved most and best, 
 And there I, too, shall rest. — Heaven is my home. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 399 
 
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 E. Baxter. 
 
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 ■*— ' Whether I die or live ; 
 To love and serve thee is my share, 
 And this thy grace must give. 
 
 2 If life be long, I will be glad 
 That I may long obey ; 
 If short, yet why should I be sad 
 To soar to endless day ? 
 
 
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 3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms 
 
 Than he went through before ; 
 He that into God's kingdom comes, 
 Must enter by that Door. 
 
 4 Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet 
 
 Thy blessed face to see ; 
 For if thy work on earth be sweet, 
 What will thy glory be ! 
 
 5 Then shall I end my sad complaints, 
 
 And weary, sinful days, 
 And join with all triumphant saints 
 Who sing Jehovah's praise. 
 
 6 My knowledge of that life is small, 
 The eye of faith is dim ; 
 But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, 
 And I shall be with him. 
 
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 2 They die in Jesus and are blest; 
 
 How kind their slumbers are ! 
 From sufferings and from sin released, 
 And freed from every snare. 
 
 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, 
 They're present with the Lord ; 
 The labors of their mortal life 
 End in a large reward. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 * * In everlasting day ; 
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 Our Saviour is the Lord. 
 
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 Nor grieve any more by my sins 
 The bosom on which I recline — 
 
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 1 shall meet him, whom absent I loved, 
 
 I shall see, whom unseen I adored. 
 
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 O happy place ! When shall I be, 
 
 My God, with thee, To see thy face ? 
 
 There dwells my Lord, my King, Judged here unfit to live ; 
 There angels to him sing, And lowly homage give: 
 
 O happy place ! When shall I be, 
 
 My Goa, with thee, To see thy face? 
 
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 My God, with thee, To see thy face ? 
 
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 I bid farewell to every fear, 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
 Should earth against my soul engage, 
 And hellish darts be hurled, 
 
 Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 
 And storms of sorrow fall ; 
 
 May I but safely reach my home, 
 My God, my heaven, my all : — 
 
 There shall I bathe my weary soul 
 
 In seas of heavenly rest ; 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 
 Across my peaceful breast. 
 
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 T WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay 
 *■ Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; 
 The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, 
 Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 
 
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 2 I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin, 
 Temptation without, and corruption within : 
 Ev'n the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, 
 And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 
 
 3 I would not live alway ; no — welcome the tomb ; 
 Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom 
 There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise 
 
 To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 
 
 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God ; 
 Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
 
 Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, 
 And the noontide of glory eternally reigns : — 
 
 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
 Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet ; 
 While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, 
 And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul ! 
 
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 'Tis triumph there, and peace : 
 On earth we wrestle with the foe ; 
 In heaven our conflicts cease. 
 
 3 'Tis gloom and darkness here ; 
 'Tis light and joy above ; 
 There all is pure, and all is clear ; 
 There all is peace and love. 
 
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 All rapture through and through. 
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 2 Why should we tremble to convey 
 
 Their bodies to the tomb? 
 There once the flesh of Jesus lay, 
 And scattered all the gloom. 
 
 3 The graves of all his saints he blessed, 
 
 And softened every bed ; 
 Where should the dying members rest, 
 But with the dying Head ? 
 
 4 Thence he arose, ascending high, 
 
 And showed our feet the way ; 
 Up to the Lord we too shall fly, 
 At the great rising day. 
 
 5 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 
 
 And bid our kindred rise : 
 Awake, ye nations under ground ! 
 Ye saints, ascend the skies ! 
 
 
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 HORA QUIETIS. 
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 i HTHERE is a blessed home Beyond this land of woe, 
 -L Where trials never come, Nor tears of sorrow flow ; 
 
 2 Where faith is lost in sight, And patient hope is crowned, 
 And everlasting light Its glory throws around 
 
 3 There is a land of peace ; Good angels know it well ; = 
 Glad songs that never cease Within its portals swell. 3 133 
 
 4 Look up, ye saints of God ! Nor fear to tread below 
 The path your Saviour trod Of daily toil and woe. 
 
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 ■*- So, Jesus, let it be : 
 Life from the dead is in that word ; 
 'Tis immortality. 
 
 2 Here in the body pent, 
 
 Absent from thee I roam ; 
 Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, 
 A day's march nearer home. 
 
 3 " Forever with the Lord ! 
 
 Saviour, if 'tis thy will, 
 The promise of that faithful word 
 E'en here to me fulfill. 
 
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 4 So when my latest breath 
 
 Shall rend the vail in twain, 
 By death I shall escape from death, 
 And life eternal gain. 
 
 5 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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 ^-^ Who slumber in the Lord ! 
 O be like theirs my last repose, 
 Like theirs my last reward ! 
 
 2 Their bodies in the ground, 
 
 In silent hope may lie, 
 Till the last trumpet's joyful sound 
 Shall call them to the sky. 
 
 3 Their ransomed spirits soar 
 
 On wings of faith and love, 
 
 To meet the Saviour they adore, 
 
 And reign with him above. 
 
 4 With us their names shall live 
 
 Through long succeeding years, 
 Embalmed with all our hearts can give 
 Our praises and our tears. 
 
 5 O for the death of those 
 
 Who slumber in the Lord ! 
 
 O be like theirs my last repose, 
 
 Like theirs my last reward ! 
 
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 ^^ When shall I come to thee ? 
 When shall my sorrows have an end ? 
 
 Thy joys when shall I see ? 
 O happy harbor of God's saints ! 
 
 O sweet and pleasant soil ! 
 In thee no sorrow can be found, 
 
 Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. 
 
 2 No dimming cloud o'ershadows thee, 
 
 Nor gloom, nor darksome night ; 
 But every soul shines as the sun, 
 
 For God himself gives light. 
 Thy walls are made of precious stone, 
 
 Thy bulwarks diamond-square, 
 Thy gates are all of orient pearl — 
 
 O God ! if I were there ! 
 
 Right through thy streets with pleasing sound 
 
 The flood of life doth flow, 
 And on the banks, on either side, 
 
 The trees of life do grow. 
 Those trees each month yield ripened fruit ; 
 
 For evermore they spring, 
 And all the nations of the earth 
 
 To thee their honors bring. 
 
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 There the blest souls that hardly 'scaped 
 
 The snare of death and hell, 
 Triumph in joy eternally, 
 
 Whereof no tongue can tell. 
 O mother dear, Jerusalem ! 
 
 When shall I come to thee? 
 When shall my sorrows have an end ? 
 
 Thy joys when shall I see ? 
 
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 1 T ET saints below in concert sing 
 -■— ' With those to glory gone : 
 For all the servants of our King, 
 
 In earth and heaven are one. 
 
 2 One family we dwell in him, 
 
 One church, above, beneath, 
 Though now divided by the stream, 
 The narrow stream of death : — 
 
 3 One army of the living God, 
 
 To his command we bow ; 
 Part of the host have crossed the flood, 
 And part are crossing now. 
 
 4 Some to their everlasting home 
 
 This solemn moment fly ; 
 And we are to the margin come, 
 And soon expect to die. 
 
 5 Lord Jesus, be our constant guide : 
 
 And, when the word is given, 
 Bid death's cold flood its waves divide, 
 And land us safe in heaven. 
 
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 Is Jesus Christ her Lord ; 
 She is his new creation 
 
 By water and the word : 
 From heaven he came and sought her, 
 
 To be his holy bride ; 
 With his own blood he bought her, 
 And for her life he died. 
 
 Elect from every nation, 
 
 Yet one o'er all the earth ; 
 Her charter of salvation 
 
 One Lord, one faith, one birth ; 
 One holy name she blesses, 
 
 Partakes one holy food, 
 And to one hope she presses, 
 
 With every grace endued. 
 
 'Mid toil and tribulation 
 
 And tumult of her war, 
 She waits the consummation 
 
 Of peace for evermore ; 
 Till with the vision glorious 
 
 Her longing eyes are blest, 
 And the great church victorious 
 
 Shall be the church at rest. 
 
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 The saints their watch are keeping, 
 
 Their cry goes up, " How long ? ' 
 And soon the night of weeping 
 
 Shall be the morn of song. 
 O happy ones and holy ! 
 
 Lord, give us grace, that we 
 Like them, the meek and lowly, 
 
 On high may dwell with thee. 
 
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 Zion ! the glory of the earth, 
 
 And beauty of the land ! 
 
 2 Bulwarks of grace defend 
 
 The city where we dwell : 
 The walls, of strong salvation made, 
 Defy th' assaults of hell. 
 
 3 Lift up th' eternal gates, 
 
 The doors wide open fling ; 
 Enter, ye nations that obey 
 The statutes of our King. 
 
 4 Here taste unmingled joys ; 
 
 Here live in perfect peace ; 
 You who have known Jehovah's name, 
 And ventured on his grace. 
 
 5 Trust in the Lord ; O trust, 
 
 And banish all your fears : 
 Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, 
 Eternal as his years. 
 
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 Who thee by faith before the world confessed, 
 Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest. 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 
 2 Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress and their Might ; 
 Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight ; 
 Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light. 
 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 
 3 O blest communion ! fellowship divine ! 
 We feebly struggle ; they in glory shine ; 
 Yet all are one in thee, for all are thine. 
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 
 4 The golden evening brightens in the west ; 
 Soon, soon, to faithful warriors comes the rest ; 
 Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. 
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 
 5 But lo, there breaks a yet more glorious day ; 
 The saints triumphant rise in bright array ; 
 The King of Glory passes on his way. 
 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 
 From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest 
 
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 Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host, 
 Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 
 
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 Who madly seeks your overthrow ; 
 Dread not his rage and power : 
 What though your courage sometimes faints ! 
 This seeming triumph o'er God's saints 
 Lasts but a little hour. 
 
 Fear not! be strong ! your cause belongs 
 To him who can avenge your wrongs : 
 
 Leave all to him, your Lord : 
 Though hidden yet from mortal eyes, 
 Salvation shall for you arise : 
 
 He girdeth on his sword ! 
 
 As sure as God's own promise stands, 
 Not earth nor hell, with all their bands, 
 
 Against us shall prevail : 
 The Lord shall mock them from his throne 
 God is with us, we are his own ; 
 
 Our victory can not fail ! 
 
 Amen ! Lord Jesus, grant our prayer: 
 Great Captain, now thine arm make bare 
 
 Thy church with strength defend : 
 So shall all saints and martyrs raise 
 A joyful chorus to thy praise, 
 
 Through ages without end ! 
 
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 This lesson from above, 
 That all our works are nothing worth, 
 
 Unless they spring from love ; 
 Send down thy Spirit from on high, 
 
 And pour in every heart 
 Thy precious gift of charity, 
 And peace and joy impart. 
 
 The healing balm, the holy oil, 
 
 Which calms the waves of strife ; 
 The drop which sweetens every toil, 
 
 The breath of our new life. 
 Without this blessed bond of peace 
 
 God counts the living dead, 
 O heavenly Father, grant us this 
 
 Through Christ, the living Head ! 
 
 Heal our divisions, banish hate 
 
 From lips that should speak peace ; 
 Let jealousy and strife abate, 
 
 And only love increase. 
 Thus shall we to our sacred name 
 
 Our title clearly prove, 
 While ev'n our enemies exclaim, 
 
 " See how these Christians love ! " 
 
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 Chosen of the Lord, and precious, 
 
 Binding all the Church in one ; 
 Holy Zion's help for ever, 
 
 And her confidence alone. 
 
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 All that dedicated city, 
 
 Dearly loved of God on high, 
 In exultant jubilation 
 
 Pours perpetual melody ; 
 God the One in Three adoring 
 
 In glad hymns eternally. 
 
 To this temple where we call thee, 
 Come, O Lord of hosts, to-day : 
 
 With thy wonted loving-kindness 
 Hear thy servants as they pray, 
 
 And thy fullest benediction 
 Shed within its walls alway. 
 
 Here vouchsafe to all thy servants 
 What they ask of thee to gain, 
 
 What they gain from thee forever 
 With the blessed to retain, 
 
 And hereafter in thy glory 
 Evermore with thee to reign. 
 
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 THE Son of God goes forth to war, 
 A kingly crown to gain : 
 His blood-red banner streams afar ; 
 
 Who follows in his train ? 
 Who best can drink his cup of woe 
 
 Triumphant over pain, 
 Who patient bears his cross below, — 
 He follows in his train. 
 
 The martyr first, whose eagle eye 
 
 Could pierce beyond the grave, 
 Who saw his Master in the sky, 
 
 And called on him to save. 
 Like him, with pardon on his tongue, 
 
 In midst of mortal pain, 
 He prayed for them that did the wrong ; 
 
 Who follows in his train? 
 
 A glorious band, the chosen few, 
 
 On whom the Spirit came, 
 Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, 
 
 And mocked the cross and flame. 
 They met the tyrant's brandished steel, 
 
 The lion's gory mane, 
 They bowed their necks, the death to feel ; 
 
 Who follows in their train ? 
 
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 A noble army, men and boys, 
 
 The matron and the maid, 
 Around the Saviour's throne rejoice 
 
 In robes of light arrayed. 
 They climbed the steep ascent of heaven 
 
 Through peril, toil, and pain : 
 O God, to us may grace be given 
 
 To follow in their train. 
 
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 1 "D LEST be the tie that binds 
 
 *-* Our hearts in Christian love ; 
 The fellowship of kindred minds 
 Is like to that above. 
 
 2 Before our Father's throne 
 
 We pour our ardent prayers ; 
 Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
 Our comforts and our cares. 
 
 3 When we asunder part, 
 
 It gives us inward pain ; 
 But we shall still be joined in heart, 
 And hope to meet again. 
 
 4 This glorious hope revives 
 
 Our courage by the way ; 
 While each in expectation lives, 
 And longs to see the day. 
 
 5 From sorrow, toil and pain, 
 
 And sin, we shall be free, 
 And perfect love and friendship reign 
 Through all eternity. 
 
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422, 423. 
 
 HYMNS OF FELLOWSHIP. 
 
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 422 ^he Kingdom unmoved. 
 
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 WHERE are kings and empires now, 
 Of old that went and came ? 
 But, Lord, thy church is praying yet, 
 A thousand years the same. 
 
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 2 We mark her goodly battlements, 
 
 And her foundations strong ; 
 We hear within the solemn voice 
 Of her unending song. 
 
 3 For not like kingdoms of the world 
 
 Thy holy church, O God ! 
 Though earthquake shocks are threatening her, 
 And tempests are abroad ; 
 
 4 Unshaken as eternal hills, 
 
 Immovable she stands, 
 A mountain that shall fill the earth, 
 A house not made with hands. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 r^ I VE me the wings of faith, to rise 
 ^-^ Within the vail, and see 
 The saints above — how great their joys, 
 How bright their glories be ! 
 
 I ask them whence their victory came ; 
 
 They, with united breath, 
 Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 
 
 Their triumph to his death. 
 
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 424, 425. 
 
 3 They marked the footsteps that he trod,- 
 
 His zeal inspired their breast ; — 
 And, following their incarnate God, 
 Possess the promised rest. 
 
 4 Our glorious Leader claims our praise 
 
 For his own pattern given, 
 While the long cloud of witnesses 
 Show the same path to heaven. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 424 
 
 The Unity of the Spirit. 
 
 C. Coffin. Tr. J. Chandler. 
 
 Bowdoin Square. C. M. 
 
 A bbe Vogler. 
 
 i r\ HOLY SPIRIT, Lord of grace, 
 ^-^ Eternal fount of love, 
 Inflame, we pray, our inmost hearts 
 With fire from heaven above. 
 
 2 As thou in bond of love dost join 
 The Father and the Son, 
 So fill us all with mutual love, 
 And knit our hearts in one. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 The Martyrs. 
 
 Moravian. 
 
 Nottingham. CM. 
 
 J. Clarke. 
 
 1 /^LORY to God ! whose witness-train, 
 ^-^ Those heroes bold in faith, 
 
 Could smile on poverty and pain, 
 And triumph even in death. 
 
 2 O, may that faith our hearts sustain, 
 
 Wherein they fearless stood, 
 When, in the power of cruel men, 
 They poured their willing blood. 
 
426. 
 
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 425. 
 
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 3 God, whom we serve, our God, can save, 
 
 Can damp the scorching flame, 
 Can build an ark, can smooth the wave, 
 For such as love his name. 
 
 4 Lord ! if thine arm support us still 
 
 With its eternal strength, 
 We shall o'ercome the mightiest ill, 
 And conquerors prove at length. 
 
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 A-men, 
 
 426 
 
 The Saints. 
 
 R. Mant. 
 
 St. Thomas. S. M. 
 
 A. Williams. 
 
 1 "COR all thy saints, O God, 
 
 ■*■ Who strove in Christ to live, 
 Who followed him, obeyed, adored, 
 Our grateful hymn receive. 
 
 2 For all thy saints, O God, 
 
 Accept our thankful cry, 
 Who counted Christ their great reward, 
 And yearned for him to die 
 
 3 They all, in life and death, 
 
 With him, their Lord, in view, 
 Learned from thy Holy Spirit's breath 
 To suffer and to do. 
 
 4 For this, thy name we bless, 
 
 And humbly pray that we 
 May follow them in holiness, 
 And live and die in thee. 
 
 
335 
 
 HYMNS OF FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 427, 428. 
 
 427 
 
 The Communion of Saints. 
 
 C. Wesley. 
 
 Southwell. CM. 
 
 H. S. Irons. 
 
 1 TLJAPPY the souls to Jesus joined, 
 f-*- And saved by grace alone ; 
 Walking in all his ways, they find 
 
 Their heaven on earth begun. 
 
 2 The church triumphant in thy love, — 
 
 Their mighty joys we know : 
 They sing the Lamb in hymns above, 
 And we in hymns below. 
 
 3 Thee, in thy glorious realm, they praise, 
 
 And bow before thy throne : 
 We in the kingdom of thy grace ; — 
 The kingdoms are but one. 
 
 4 The holy to the holiest leads ; 
 
 From thence our spirits rise ; 
 And he that in thy statutes treads 
 Shall meet thee in the skies. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 428 Romans viii. 18. 
 
 H. W. Baker. 
 
 Eastnor. S. M. 
 
 A.King. 
 
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 WHAT, if we are Christ's, 
 Is earthly shame or loss? 
 Bright shall the crown of glory be, 
 When we have borne the cross. 
 
 Keen was the trial once, 
 
 Bitter the cup of woe, 
 When martyred saints, baptized in blood, 
 
 Christ's sufferings shared below. 
 
429. 
 
 HYMNS OF FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 336 
 
 428. CONTINUED. 
 
 EASTNOR. 
 
 3 Bright is their glory now, 
 
 Boundless their joy above, 
 Where, on the bosom of their God, 
 They rest in perfect love. 
 
 4 Lord, may that grace be ours, 
 
 Like them in faith to bear 
 All that of sorrow, grief, or pain 
 May be our portion here. 
 
 
 A-men. 
 
 429 
 
 Love of the Brethren. 
 
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 I have sought the world around, 
 Paths of sin and sorrow trod, 
 
 Peace and comfort nowhere found : 
 Now to you my spirit turns, 
 Turns, — a fugitive unblest ; 
 Brethren ! where your altar burns, 
 O receive me into rest. 
 
 Lonely I no longer roam, 
 
 Like the cloud, the wind, the wave, 
 Where you dwell shall be my home, 
 
 Where you die shall be my grave ; 
 Mine the God whom you adore, 
 
 Your Redeemer shall be mine : 
 Earth can fill my soul no more, 
 
 Every idol I resign. 
 
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 TORD of our life, and God of our salvation, 
 -*— ' Star of our night, and hope of every nation, 
 Hear and receive thy church's supplication, 
 Lord God Almighty. 
 
 See round thine ark the hungry billows curling, 
 See how thy foes their banners are unfurling ; 
 Lord, while their darts envenomed they are hurling, 
 Thou canst preserve us. 
 
 Lord, thou canst help when earthly armor faileth, 
 Lord, thou canst save when deadly sin assaileth, 
 Lord, o'er thy Rock nor death nor hell prevaileth, 
 Grant us thy peace, Lord. 
 
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 The Mercy-Seat. 
 
 H. Stowell. 
 
 Retreat. L. M. 
 
 T. Hastings. 
 
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 "PROM every stormy wind that blows, 
 From every swelling tide of woes, 
 There is a calm, a sure retreat; 
 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 
 
 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
 The oil of gladness on our heads, — 
 A place, than all besides more sweet ; 
 It is the- blood-bought mercy-seat. 
 
432. 
 
 HYMNS OF FELLOWSHIP. 
 
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 3 There is a scene where spirits blend, 
 Where friend holds fellowship with friend ■ 
 Though sundered far, by faith they meet 
 Around one common mercy-seat ! 
 
 4. There, there, on eagle wings we soar, 
 And sense and sin molest no more, 
 And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
 And glory crowns the mercy-seat ! 
 
 The Day approaching. Hullah. 7-6 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 AND is the time approaching, 
 By prophets long foretold, 
 When all shall dwell together 
 
 One Shepherd and one fold ? 
 Shall Jew and Gentile meeting 
 
 From many a distant shore, 
 Around one altar kneeling, 
 
 One common Lord adore ? 
 Shall all that now divides us 
 
 Remove and pass away, 
 Like shadows of the morning 
 
 Before the blaze of day ? 
 Shall all that now unites us 
 
 More sweet and lasting prove, 
 A closer bond of union 
 
 In a blest land of love ? 
 
 
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 HYMNS OF FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 433, 434- 
 
 O long-expected dawning, 
 
 Come with thy cheering ray ! 
 When shall the morning brighten, 
 
 The shadows flee away ? 
 O sweet anticipation ! 
 
 It cheers the watchers on, 
 To pray and hope and labor 
 
 Till the dark night be gone. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 433 
 
 Matthew xix. 14. 
 
 P. Doddridge. 
 
 Bethlehem. C M. 
 
 W. Arnold. 
 
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 i CEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand, 
 ^ With all-engaging charms ; 
 Hark ! how he calls the tender lambs, 
 And folds them in his arms i 
 
 2 " Permit them to approach," he cries, 
 
 " Nor scorn their humble name ; 
 It was to bless such souls as these 
 The Lord of angels came." • 
 
 3 We bring them, Lord, with fervent prayer, 
 
 And yield them up to thee ; 
 Joyful that we ourselves are thine, 
 Thine let our offspring be ! 
 
 A-men. 
 
 Acts ii. 39 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 FULBERT. C. M. 
 H. y. Gaunt lett. 
 
 T1JOW large the promise, how divine, 
 ■*- -*- To Abraham and his seed ! 
 " I'll be a God to thee and thine, 
 Supplying all their need." 
 
435- 
 
 HYMNS OF FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 340 
 
 434- 
 
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 2 The words of his extensive love 
 
 From age to age endure ; 
 The angel of the covenant proves, 
 And seals the blessing sure. 
 
 3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms, 
 
 To our great fathers given ; 
 He takes young children to his arms, 
 And calls them heirs of heaven. 
 
 4 Our God, how faithful are his ways ! 
 
 His love endures the same ; 
 Nor from the promise of his grace, 
 Blots out the children's name. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 435 
 
 The happy Home 
 
 Unknown Writer. 
 I. 1 1 . I 
 
 Beatitude. C. M. 
 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 
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 1 TT APPY the home, when God is there, 
 -I~l And love fills every breast ! 
 
 Where one their wish, and one their prayer, 
 And one their heavenly rest. 
 
 2 Happy the home where Jesus' name 
 
 Is sweet to every ear ; 
 Where children early lisp his fame, 
 And parents hold him dear. 
 
 3 Happy the home where prayer is heard, 
 
 And praise is wont to rise ; 
 Where parents love the sacred word, 
 And live but for the skies. 
 
34i 
 
 HYMNS FOR THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 436, 437. 
 
 4 Lord, let us in our homes agree 
 This blessed peace to gain ; 
 Unite our hearts in love to thee, 
 And love to all will reign. 
 
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 The Day of Rest 
 
 J. Mason. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 Armagh. C. M. 
 
 J. Turle. 
 
 "DLEST day of God ! most calm, most bright, 
 *^ The first, the best of days, 
 The laborer's rest, the saint's delight, 
 The day of prayer and praise. 
 
 My Saviour's face made thee to shine ; 
 
 tlis rising thee did raise, 
 And made thee heavenly and divine 
 
 Beyond all other days. 
 
 The first-fruits oft a blessing prove 
 
 To all the sheaves behind ; 
 And they the day of Christ who love, 
 
 A happy week shall find. 
 
 This day I must with God appear ; 
 
 For, Lord, the day is thine ; 
 Help me to spend it in thy fear, 
 
 Then shall the dav be mine. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 437 
 
 The First Day. 
 
 J. Ellerton. 
 
 Steggall. S. M. 
 
 C. Steggall. 
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 i HTHIS is the day of Light ! 
 -*■ Let there be light to-day ! 
 O Dayspring, rise upon our night, 
 And chase its gloom away. 
 
438. 
 
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 2 This is the day of Rest ! 
 
 Our failing strength renew ; 
 On weary brain and troubled breast 
 Shed thou thy freshening dew. 
 
 3 This is the day of Peace ! 
 
 Thy peace our spirits fill ! 
 Bid thou the blasts of discord cease, 
 The waves of strife be still. 
 
 4 This is the First of days ! 
 
 Send forth thy quickening breath, 
 And wake dead souls to love and praise, 
 O Vanquisher of Death ! 
 
 A-men. 
 
 Lord's Day Worship. 
 
 C. Wordsworth. 
 
 AURELIA. 7-6. D. 
 S. S. Wesley. 
 
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 r\ DAY of rest and gladness ! 
 ^-^ O day of joy and light ! 
 O balm of care and sadness, 
 
 Most beautiful, most bright ! 
 On thee, the high and lowly, 
 
 Bending before the throne, 
 Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy, 
 
 To the Great Three in One ! 
 
343 
 
 THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 439- 
 
 On thee, at the creation, 
 
 The light first had its birth ; 
 On thee, for our salvation, 
 
 Christ rose from depths of earth ; 
 On thee, our Lord, victorious, 
 
 The Spirit sent from Heaven, 
 And thus on thee, most glorious, 
 
 A triple light was given. 
 
 To-day on weary nations 
 
 The heavenly manna falls ; 
 To holy convocations 
 
 The silver trumpet calls, 
 Where gospel light is glowing 
 
 With pure and radiant beams, 
 And living water flowing 
 
 With soul-refreshing streams. 
 
 New graces ever gaining 
 
 From this our day of rest, 
 We reach the rest remaining 
 
 To spirits of the blest : 
 To Holy Ghost be praises, 
 
 To Father and to Son ; 
 The Church her voice upraises 
 
 To thee, blest Three in One. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 439 ) 
 
 The Day of Rest. 
 
 Watts. 
 
 LANGTON. S. M. 
 Arr. C. Str eat field. 
 
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 1 Vy ELC0ME ' sweet day of rest, 
 * * That saw the Lord arise, 
 Welcome to this reviving breast, 
 And these rejoicing eyes. 
 
440. 
 
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 And feasts his saints to day ; 
 Here we may sit, and see him here, 
 And love, and praise, and pray. 
 
 3 One day, amid the place 
 
 Where God, my God, hath been, 
 Is sweeter than ten thousand days, 
 Within the tents of sin. 
 
 4 My willing soul would stay, 
 
 In such a frame as this, 
 And sit and sing herself away 
 To everlasting bliss. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 aaq The Day of Rest 
 
 ^ J. Newton. 
 
 SAFELY through another week, 
 God has brought us on our way ; 
 Let us now a blessing seek, 
 
 Waiting in his courts to-day : 
 Day of all the week the best, 
 Emblem of eternal rest. 
 
 While we seek supplies of grace, 
 
 Through the dear Redeemer's name, 
 
 Show thy reconciling face — 
 Take away our sin and shame ; 
 
 From our worldly cares set free, — 
 
 May we rest this day in thee. 
 
345 
 
 THE LORHS DA Y. 
 
 441. 
 
 Here we come thy name to praise ; 
 
 Let us 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 rest. 
 
 May the gospel's joyful sound 
 Wake our minds to raptures new ; 
 
 Let thy victories abound, — 
 Unrepenting souls subdue : 
 
 Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, 
 
 Till we rest with thee above. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 441 
 
 The Sabbath. 
 
 J. Stennet. 
 
 Elparan. L. M. 
 
 Schultz. 
 
 i A NOTHER six days' work is done ; 
 ■**• Another Sabbath is begun ; 
 Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest ; 
 Improve the day thy God hath blessed. 
 
 2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, 
 As grateful incense to the skies ; 
 And draw from heaven that sweet repose, 
 Which none but he that feels it knows ! 
 
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 This heavenly calm within the breast, 
 Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, 
 Which for the church of God remains ; 
 The end of cares, the end of pains. 
 
 In holy duties let the day, 
 In holy pleasures, pass away ; 
 How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, 
 In hope of one that ne'er shall end ! 
 
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 A-men. 
 
442. 
 
 HYMNS OF DELIGHT IN 
 
 346 
 
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 ^^ I. Watts. 
 
 Furth. S. M. D. 
 
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 TJOW beauteous are their feet, 
 
 *-*• Who stand on Zion's hill, 
 
 Who bring salvation on their tongues, 
 
 And words of peace reveal ! 
 How charming is their voice ! 
 
 How sweet the tidings are ! 
 " Zion, behold thy Saviour, King ; 
 |: He reigns and triumphs here." :|| 
 
 2 How happy are our ears, 
 
 That hear this joyful sound, 
 Which kings and prophets waited for, 
 
 And sought, but never found ! 
 How blessed are our eyes, 
 
 That see this heavenly light ! 
 Prophets and kings desired it long, 
 |: But died without the sight. :|| 
 
 3 The watchmen join their voice, 
 
 And tuneful notes employ ; 
 Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 
 
 And deserts learn the joy. 
 The Lord makes bare his arm 
 
 Through all the earth abroad ; 
 Let every nation now behold 
 [: Their Saviour, and their God. :|| 
 
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 And boast salvation nigh : 
 Cheerful in God, While rays divine 
 
 Arise and shine, Stream all abroad. 
 
 2 He gilds thy mourning face 
 With beams that cannot fade 
 His all-resplendent grace 
 He pours around thy head ; 
 
 The nations round 
 Thy form shall view, 
 
 With luster new 
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 3 In honor to his name 
 
 Reflect that sacred light : 
 And loud that grace proclaim, 
 Which makes thy darkness bright : 
 
 Pursue his praise 
 Till sovereign love, 
 
 In worlds above, 
 The glory raise. 
 
 4 There on his holy hill 
 
 A brighter Sun shall rise, 
 And with his radiance fill 
 Those fairer, purer skies ; 
 
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 A-men. 
 
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 HYMNS OF JOY IN 
 
 348 
 
 444 
 
 " Come over and help us." 
 
 R. Heber. 
 
 Missionary Hymn. 7-6. D. 
 
 L. Mason. 
 
 i Tj^ROM Greenland's icy mountains, 
 -* From India's coral strand, 
 Where Afric's sunny fountains, 
 
 Roll down their golden sand ; 
 From many an ancient river, 
 
 From many a palmy plain, 
 They call us to deliver 
 
 Their land from error's chain. 
 
 2 What though the spicy breezes 
 
 Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, 
 Though every prospect pleases, 
 
 And only man is vile : 
 In vain with lavish kindness 
 
 The gifts of God are strown ; 
 The heathen, in his blindness, 
 
 Bows down to wood and stone ! 
 
 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 
 
 With wisdom from on high, 
 Shall we to men benighted, 
 
 The lamp of life deny ? 
 Salvation, O salvation ! 
 
 The joyful sound proclaim, 
 Till each remotest nation 
 
 Has learned Messiah's name. 
 
349 
 
 THE TRIUMPH OF THE CHURCH. 
 
 445« 
 
 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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 J- From dust, and darkness, and the dead ! 
 Though humbled long — awake at length, 
 And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength ! 
 
 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, 
 And let thy excellence be known : 
 Decked in the robes of righteousness, 
 The world thy glories shall confess. 
 
 3 No more shall foes unclean invade, 
 And fill thy hallowed walls with dread : 
 No more shall hell's insulting host 
 Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 
 
 4 God, from on high, has heard thy prayer ; 
 His hand thy ruins shall repair : 
 Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease 
 To guard thee in eternal peace. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 446 
 
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 He whose word cannot be broken, 
 
 Formed thee for his own abode ; 
 On the rock of ages founded, 
 
 What can shake thy sure repose? 
 With salvation's walls surrounded, 
 
 Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 
 
 See, the streams of living waters, 
 
 Springing from eternal love, 
 Well supply thy sons and daughters, 
 
 And all fear of want remove : 
 Who can faint, while such a river 
 
 Ever flows thy thirst t' assuage ? 
 Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver, 
 
 Never fails from age to age. 
 
 Round each habitation hovering, 
 
 See the cloud and fire appear ! 
 For a glory and a covering, 
 
 Showing that the Lord is near : — 
 He who gives them daily manna, 
 
 He who listens when they cry, — 
 Let him hear the loud hosanna 
 
 Rising to his throne on high. 
 
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 447, 448. 
 
 447 
 
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 *-*■ "O my people, faint and few, 
 Comfortless, afflicted, broken, — 
 
 Fair abodes I build for you : 
 Scenes of heartfelt tribulation 
 
 Shall no more perplex your ways ; 
 You shall name your walls — Salvation, — 
 
 And your gates shall all be Praise. 
 
 2 " Ye no more your suns descending, 
 
 Waning moons no more shall see ; 
 But, your griefs forever ending, 
 
 Find eternal noon in me : 
 God will rise, and shining o'er you, 
 
 Change to day the gloom of night ; 
 He, the Lord, will be your glory, — 
 
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 352 
 
 448. CONTINUED. 
 
 THANKSGIVING. 
 
 449 
 
 2 When, in the sabbath of his love, 
 
 Shall God from all his labors rest ; 
 And bending from his throne above, 
 Again pronounce his creatures blest? 
 
 3 As sang the morning stars of old, 
 
 Shouted the sons of God for joy ; 
 His widening reign while we behold, 
 
 Let praise and power our tongues employ ; 
 
 4 Till the redeemed in every clime, 
 
 Yea, all that breathe, and move, and live, 
 To Christ, through every age of time, 
 The kingdom, power, and glory give. 
 
 Waiting in Faith. 
 
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 Until the happy hour 
 When God shall ope the morning gate, 
 By his almighty power. 
 
 2 We wait in faith, and turn our face 
 
 To where the daylight springs ; 
 Till he shall come earth's gloom to chase, 
 With healing on his wings. 
 
 3 And even now, amid the gray, 
 
 The east is brightening fast, 
 And kindling to that perfect day 
 Which never shall be past. 
 
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 THE TRIUMPH OF THE CHURCH. 
 
 450. 
 
 4 We wait in faith, we wait in prayer, 
 
 Till that blest day shall shine, 
 When earth shall fruits of Eden bear, 
 And all, God, be thine! 
 
 5 O guide us till our night is done ! 
 
 Until, from shore to shore, 
 Thou, Lord, our everlasting sun, 
 Art shining evermore ! 
 
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 Isaiah Hi. 1-10, 
 
 J. Montgomery. 
 
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 ^ Exalt thy fallen head ; 
 Again in thy Redeemer trust : 
 He calls thee from the dead. 
 
 Awake, awake ! put on thy strength, 
 
 Thy beautiful array ; 
 The day of freedom dawns at length, 
 
 The Lord's appointed day. 
 
 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, 
 
 And send thy heralds forth ; 
 Say to the south, " Give up thy charge," 
 
 And keep not back, O north ! 
 
 They come, they come ! — thine exiled bands, 
 
 Where'er they rest or roam, 
 Have heard thy voice in distant lands, 
 
 And hasten to their home. 
 
 Thus, though the universe shall burn, 
 
 And God his works destroy, 
 With songs thy ransomed shall return, 
 
 And everlasting joy. 
 
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 354 
 
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 ^^ Lo ! the sacred herald stands, 
 Welcome news to Zion bearing — 
 
 Zion, long in hostile lands : 
 I : Mourning captive, God himself will loose thy bands. :|| 
 
 2 God, thy God, w T ill now restore thee; 
 
 • He himself appears thy friend ; 
 All thy foes shall flee before thee ; 
 Here their boasts and triumphs end : 
 || : Great deliverance Zion's King will surely send. :|| 
 
 3 Peace and joy shall now attend thee ; 
 
 All thy warfare now is past; 
 God thy Saviour will defend thee ; 
 Victory is thine at last : 
 ||: All thy conflicts End in everlasting rest. :|| 
 
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 -■- The darkness of o'erspreading death ; 
 God will arise with light divine, 
 On Zion's holy towers to shine. 
 
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 2 That light shall shine on distant lands, 
 And wandering tribes, in joyful bands, 
 Shall come, thy glory, Lord, to see, 
 And in thy courts to worship thee. 
 
 3 O light of Zion, now arise ! 
 
 Let the glad morning bless our eyes ! 
 Ye nations, catch the kindling ray, 
 And hail the splendors of the day. 
 
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 1 C EE, from Zion's sacred mountain, 
 ^ Streams of living water flow ; 
 God has opened there a fountain 
 
 That supplies the world below : 
 |: They are blessed :| Who its sovereign virtues know. 
 
 2 Through ten thousand channels flowing, 
 
 Streams of mercy find their way ; 
 Life, and health, and joy bestowing, 
 Waking beauty from decay : 
 || : O ye nations, :[ Hail the long-expected day. 
 
 3 Gladdened by the flowing treasure, 
 
 All-enriching as it goes, 
 Lo ! the desert smiles with pleasure, 
 Buds and blossoms as the rose : 
 ||: Lo, the desert :|| Sings for joy where'er it flows. 
 
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 ■*— ' To our believing eyes ! 
 The earth and seas are passed away, 
 And the old rolling skies. 
 
 2 From the third heaven, where God resides, 
 
 That holy, happy place, 
 The new Jerusalem comes down, 
 Adorned with shining grace. 
 
 3 Attending angels shout for joy, 
 
 And the bright armies sing, — 
 " Mortals, behold the sacred seat 
 Of your descending King. 
 
 4 " The God of glory down to men 
 
 Removes his blest abode ; 
 Men, the dear objects of his grace, 
 And he the loving God. 
 
 5 " His own kind hand shall wipe the tears 
 
 From every weeping eye ; 
 And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, 
 And death itself, shall die." 
 
 6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long 
 
 Shall this bright hour delay ? 
 Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, 
 And bring the welcome day. 
 
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 i A MOTHER may forgetful be, 
 ■**• For human love is frail ; 
 But thy Creator's love to thee, 
 O Zion, cannot fail. 
 
 2 No, thy dear name engraven stands, 
 
 In characters of love, 
 On thy almighty Father's hands, 
 And never shall remove. 
 
 3 Before his ever-watchful eye 
 
 Thy mournful state appears, 
 And every groan, and every sigh, 
 Divine compassion hears. 
 
 4 O Zion, learn to doubt no more, 
 
 Be every fear suppressed ; 
 Unchanging truth, and love, and power 
 Dwell in thy Saviour's breast. 
 
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 •■■ O'er mountain tops shall rise ; 
 Shall be exalted o'er the hills, 
 
 And draw the wondering eyes. 
 
 2 To this the joyful nations round. 
 
 All tribes and tongues, shall flow ; 
 " Up to the hill of God," they say, 
 " And to his house we'll go." 
 
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 Shall lighten every land ; 
 The King who reigns in Zion's towers 
 Shall all the world command. 
 
 4 The nations, by his justice blest, 
 
 Shall give their battles o'er ; 
 To plough-shares they shall beat their swords, 
 And learn to war no more. 
 
 5 Come, then — O come from every land, 
 To worship at his shrine ; 
 And, walking in the light of God, 
 With holy beauty shine. 
 
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 -L* Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, 
 
 || : The year of jubilee is come ; :|| 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 
 2 Exalt the Lamb of God, The sin-atoning Lamb ; 
 Redemption by his blood, Through every land proclaim 
 
 || : The year of jubilee is come; :[ 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 
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 3 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive, 
 And safe in Jesus dwell, And blest in Jesus live: 
 
 [ : The year of jubilee is come ; :[ 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 
 4 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of pardoning grace : 
 Ye happy souls, draw near ; Behold your Saviour's face : 
 
 ||: The year of jubilee is come ; :[ 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 
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 Ye weary spirits, rest ; Ye mourning souls, be glad. 
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 ^ To Jesus come away ; 
 The pestilence walks forth by night, 
 The arrow flies by day. 
 
 2 Come to the ark — the waters rise, 
 
 The seas their billows rear ; 
 While darkness gathers o'er the skies. 
 Behold a refuge near ! 
 
 3 Come to the ark — all, all that weep 
 
 Beneath the sense of sin : 
 Without, deep calleth unto deep, 
 But all is peace within. 
 
 4 Come to the ark — ere yet the flood 
 
 Your lingering steps oppose ; 
 Come, for the door which open stood, 
 May soon forever close. 
 
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 i TRYING souls, fast bound in sin, 
 *J Trembling and repining, 
 With no ray of light divine 
 
 On jour pathway shining; 
 Why in darkness wander on. 
 
 Filled with condemnation ? 
 Jesus lives ; in him alone 
 
 Can you find salvation. 
 
 2 Prostrate bow ; confess your guilt ; 
 
 Own your lost condition ; 
 Yield to him whose blood was spilt, 
 
 Unreserved submission. 
 Then no more in anguish groan ; 
 
 Seek his mediation ; 
 Jesus lives ; in him alone 
 
 Can you find salvation. 
 
 3 Linger not in all the plain ; 
 
 Vengeance is pursuing ; 
 'Mid the dying and the slain, 
 
 Save your souls from ruin. 
 Flee to him who can atone ; 
 
 Flee from condemnation ; 
 Jesus lives ; in him alone 
 
 Can you find salvation. 
 
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 CINNERS, turn, why will ye die? 
 ^ God, your Maker, asks you why 
 God, who did your being give, 
 Made you with himself to live ; 
 He the fatal cause demands, 
 Asks the work of his own hands, — 
 Why, ye thankless creatures, why 
 Will ye cross his love, and die ? 
 
 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
 God, your Saviour, asks you why ! — 
 He who did your souls retrieve, 
 Died himself, that ye might live. 
 Will ye let him die in vain ? 
 Crucify your Lord again ? 
 Why, ye ransomed sinners, why 
 Will ye slight his grace, and die? 
 
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 Sinners turn, why will ye die ? 
 God, the Spirit, asks you why ! — 
 He who all your lives hath strove, 
 Urged you to embrace his love. 
 Will ye not his grace receive? 
 Will ye still refuse to live ? 
 O ye dying sinners ! why, — 
 Why will ye forever die ? 
 
461, 462. 
 
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 ^ Wake, and o'er thy folly weep ; 
 Raise thy spirit dark and dead ; 
 Jesus waits his light to shed. 
 Wake from sleep, arise from death ; 
 See the bright and living path ; 
 Watchful tread that path — be wise ; 
 Leave thy folly, seek the skies. 
 
 2 Leave thy folly, cease from crime, 
 From this hour redeem the time ; 
 Life secure, without delay ; 
 Evil is thy mortal day. 
 Rouse thee, sinner, from thy sleep ; 
 Wake, and o'er thy folly weep ; 
 Jesus calls from death and night, 
 Wake, and he shall give thee light. 
 
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 ■*-* Trust not the world ; it gives no rest : 
 I bring relief to hearts oppressed ; 
 O weary sinner, come ! 
 
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 463. 
 
 2 Come, leave thy burden at the cross ; 
 Count all thy gains but empty dross ; 
 My grace repays all earthly loss : 
 
 O needy sinner, come ! 
 
 3 Come, hither bring thy boding fears, 
 Thine aching heart, thy bursting tears ; 
 'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears : 
 
 O trembling sinner, come ! 
 
 4 " The Spirit and the bride say, Come : " 
 Rejoicing saints re-echo, Come ! 
 
 Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come ; 
 Thy Saviour bids thee come. 
 
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 Wisdom if you still despise, 
 Harder is it to be won. 
 
 2 Haste thee ! mercy now implore ; 
 
 Stay not, stay not for the morrow's sun, 
 Lest thy season should be o'er 
 Ere the morrow is begrun. 
 
 3 Haste, O sinner ! now return ; 
 
 Stay not, stay not for the morrow's sun, 
 Lest thy lamp should cease to burn 
 Ere salvation's work is done. 
 
 4 Haste, O sinner, now be blest, 
 
 Stay not, stay not for the morrow's sun, 
 Lest perdition thee arrest, 
 Ere the morrow is begun. 
 
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 **^ The waters of life are now flowing for thee ; 
 No price is demanded, the Saviour is here, 
 Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 
 
 2 Delay not, delay not ; why longer abuse 
 
 The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God ? 
 A fountain is opened — how canst thou refuse 
 
 To wash, and be cleansed in his pardoning blood ? 
 
 3 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come, f 
 
 For mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day ; 
 
 Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb, — 
 
 Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. 
 
 4 Delay not, delay not ; the Spirit of grace, 
 
 Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight; 
 And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, — 
 To sink in the gloom of eternity's night. 
 
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 1 T^HE Spirit, in our hearts, 
 
 ■*■ Is whispering, " Sinner, come ; " 
 The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims 
 To all his children, " Come ! " 
 
 2 Let him that heareth say 
 
 To all about him, " Come ! " 
 Let him that thirsts for righteousness 
 To Christ, the fountain, come ! 
 
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 3 Yes, whosoever will, 
 O let him freely come, 
 
 And freely drink the stream of life ; 
 Tis Jesus bids him come. 
 
 4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites, 
 Declares, " I quickly come : " 
 
 Lord, even so ! we wait thine hour ; 
 O blest Redeemer, come ! 
 
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 1 /^\ GOD, beneath thy guiding hand, 
 ^-^ Our exiled fathers crossed the sea ; 
 And when they trod the wintry strand, 
 
 With prayer and psalm they worshipped thee. 
 
 2 Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the prayer, 
 
 Thy blessing came ; and still its power 
 Shall onward through all ages bear 
 The memory of that holy hour. 
 
 3 What change ! through pathless wilds no more 
 
 The fierce and naked savage roams ; 
 Sweet praise, along the cultured shore, 
 Breaks from ten thousand happy homes. 
 
 4 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God 
 
 Came with those exiles o'er the waves ; 
 And where their pilgrim feet have trod, 
 The God they trusted guards their graves. 
 
 5 And here thy name, O God of love, 
 Their children's children shall adore, 
 Till these eternal hills remove, 
 
 And spring adorns the earth no more. 
 
 A-men. 
 
467, 468. 
 
 THANKSGIVING HYMNS. 
 
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 GOD bless our native land ! 
 Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night 
 When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind 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, Guarding with watchful eye 
 
 To thee aloud we cry, God save the State ! A-nW 
 
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 S. F. Smith. H. Carey. 
 
 Y country, 'tis of thee, 
 
 Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing ; 
 Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, 
 From every mountain side Let freedom ring. 
 
 My native country, thee — 
 
 Land of the noble, free — Thy name — I love ; 
 I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills ; 
 
 My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above. 
 
 Let music swell the breeze, 
 
 And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song : 
 Let mortal tong;ues awake ; Let all that breathe partake ; 
 
 Let rocks their silence break, — The sound prolong. 
 
 4 Our fathers' God, to thee, 
 
 Author of liberty, To thee we sing : 
 Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy 
 light ; 
 Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King. 
 
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 ^-* The earth's extended kingdoms lie ; 
 Whose favoring smile upholds them all, 
 Whose anger smites them, and they fall ; — 
 
 2 Thy kindness to our fathers shown, 
 Their children's children long shall own ; 
 To thee, with grateful hearts shall raise 
 The tribute of exulting praise. 
 
 3 Upheld by thine unfailing aid, 
 Secure the paths of life we tread ; 
 And, freely as the vital air, 
 
 Thy first and noblest bounties share. 
 
 4 Great God, our Guardian, Guide, and Friend, 
 O still thy sheltering arm extend ; 
 Preserved by thee for ages past, 
 
 For ages let thy kindness last ! 
 
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 r^ REAT is the Lord ! his praise be great ! 
 ^- J Ye lands your tribute bring : 
 Our country, thou his chosen seat, 
 Be first to praise thy King. 
 
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 470. CONTINUED. 
 
 DUNDEE. 
 
 2 God in thy borders well is known, 
 
 A strong- and faithful friend : 
 O rest thou still on him alone, 
 And he will still defend. 
 
 3 Here in thy courts again we stand, 
 
 Thy grace, O Lord, to see ; 
 
 Soon let it shine on every land, 
 
 And win all hearts to thee. 
 
 4 But still our country be thy choice ; 
 
 Still walk around her towers 
 Still let her sons in thee rejoice, 
 And cry, — " The Lord is ours ! " 
 
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 All is safely gathered in 
 Ere the winter storms begin ; 
 God our Maker doth provide 
 For our wants to be supplied ; 
 Come to God's own temple, come 
 Raise the song of Harvest-Home ! 
 
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 We ourselves are God's own field, 
 Fruit unto his praise we yield ; 
 Wheat and tares together sown, 
 Unto joy or sorrow grown ; 
 First the blade and then the ear, 
 Then the full corn shall appear : 
 Grant, O Harvest-Lord, that we 
 Wholesome grain and pure may be. 
 
 For the Lord our God shall come 
 And shall take his harvest home ; 
 From his field shall, in that day. 
 All offences purge away ; 
 Give his angels charge, at last, 
 In the fire the tares to cast ; 
 But the fruitful ears to store 
 In his garner evermore. 
 
 Then, thou church triumphant ! come, 
 Raise the song of Harvest-Home ! 
 All are safely gathered in, 
 Free from sorrow, free from sin, 
 There forever, purified, 
 In God's garner to abide : 
 Come, ten thousand angels, come ! 
 Raise the glorious Harvest-Home ! 
 
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 *"*• Thy daily stage of dutv run ; 
 Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 
 To pay thy morning sacrifice. 
 
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 2 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart, 
 And with the angels bear thy part, 
 Who all night long unwearied sing 
 High praises to th' eternal King. 
 
 3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, 
 And hast refreshed me while I slept ; 
 Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
 I may of endless life partake. 
 
 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew : 
 Scatter my sins as morning dew ; 
 
 Guard my first springs of thought and will, 
 And with thyself my spirit fill. 
 
 5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, 
 All I design, or do, or say ; 
 That all my powers, with all their might, 
 In thy sole glory may unite. 
 
 A-men. 
 
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 ^ Our wakening and uprising prove, 
 Through sleep and darkness safely brought, 
 Restored to life, and power, and thought. 
 
 2 New mercies, each returning day, 
 Hover around us while we pray ; 
 New perils past, new sins forgiven, 
 New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven. 
 
 
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 3 If, on our daily course, our mind 
 Be set to hallow all we find, 
 
 New treasures still, of countless price, 
 God will provide for sacrifice. 
 
 4 The trivial round, the common task, 
 Will furnish all we ought to ask ; 
 Room to deny ourselves ; a road 
 To bring- us, daily, nearer God. 
 
 5 Only, O Lord, in thy dear love 
 Fit us for perfect rest above ; 
 And help us, this and every day, 
 To live more nearly as we pray ! 
 
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 1 TX sleep's serene oblivion laid, 
 
 ■J- I safely passed the silent night ; 
 Again I see the breaking shade — 
 I drink again the morning light. 
 
 2 New-born, I bless the waking hour, 
 
 Once more, with awe, rejoice to be ; 
 My conscious soul resumes her power, 
 And springs, my guardian God, to thee ! 
 
 3 O guide me through the various maze 
 
 My doubtful feet are doomed to tread ; 
 And spread thy shield's protecting blaze, 
 When dangers press around my head. 
 
 4 A deeper shade will soon impend ; 
 
 A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress ; 
 
 Yet then thy strength shall still defend, 
 
 Thy goodness still delight to bless. 
 
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 That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes ; 
 Thy light shall give eternal day — 
 Thy love, the rapture of the skies. 
 
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 1 f*LORY to thee, my God, this night, 
 ^^ For all the blessings of the light : 
 Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 
 Beneath thine own almighty wings. 
 
 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
 The ill which I this day have done ; 
 That with the world, myself, and thee, 
 I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 
 
 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The grave as little as my bed ; 
 Teach me to die, that so I may 
 Rise glorious at the judgment-day. 
 
 4 O let my soul on thee repose, 
 
 And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; 
 Sleep, which shall me more vigorous make, 
 To serve my God when I awake. 
 
 5 Be thou my guardian while I sleep, 
 Thy watchful station near me keep ; 
 My heart with love celestial fill, 
 
 And guard me from th' approach of ill. 
 
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 The bliss of thy paternal care : 
 'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, 
 To see thy face, and sing thy love ! 
 
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 -**■ The darkness deepens — Lord, with me abide ! 
 When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, 
 Help of the helpless O abide with me ! 
 
 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; 
 Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away : 
 Change and decay in all around I see ; 
 
 thou who changest not, abide with me ! 
 
 3 I need thy presence every passing hour : 
 
 What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? 
 Who like thyself my guide and stay can be? 
 Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. 
 
 4 I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless ; 
 Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness : 
 Where is death's sting, where, grave, thy victory ? 
 
 1 triumph still, if thou abide with me. 
 
 5 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes ; 
 
 Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies : 
 Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows 
 
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 In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. 
 
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 The sick, O Lord, around thee lay, 
 O, in what divers pains they met! 
 
 O, with what joy they went away ! 
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 Oppressed with various ills draw near : 
 What if thy form we cannot see? 
 We know and feel that thou art here. 
 
 2 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel ; 
 
 For some are sick, and some are sad, 
 And some have never loved thee well, 
 
 And some have lost the love they had ; 
 And some are pressed with worldly care ; 
 
 And some are tried with sinful doubt ; 
 And some such grievous passions tear 
 
 That only thou canst cast them out. 
 
 3 And some have found the world is vain, 
 
 Yet from the world they break not free ; 
 And some have friends who give them pain, 
 
 Yet have not sought a friend in thee. 
 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, 
 
 For none are wholly free from sin ; 
 And they who fain would serve thee best 
 
 Are conscious most of wrong within. 
 
375 
 
 EVENING HYMNS. 
 
 478. 
 
 O Saviour Christ, thou too art man ; 
 
 Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried ; 
 Thy kind but searching glance can scan 
 
 The very wounds that shame would hide. 
 Thy touch has still its ancient power ; 
 
 No word from thee can fruitless fall : 
 Hear in this solemn evening hour, 
 
 And in thy mercy heal us all. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 AJ$ A Song in the Night 
 
 ^ ' Tr. C. Winkworth. 
 
 Fl.EMMING. 
 
 
 i 1VJ O W God be with us, for the night is closing. 
 ^ Darkness and light are both of his disposing. 
 Beneath his shadow, here to rest we yield us, 
 For he will shield us. 
 
 2 Let evil thoughts and spirits flee before us ; 
 Till morning cometh, watch, O Master, o'er us ; 
 In soul and body thou from harm defend us ; 
 
 Thine angels send us. 
 
 3 We have no refuge ; none on earth to aid us, 
 Save thee, O Father, who thine own hast made us : 
 But thy dear presence will not leave them lonely 
 
 Who seek thee only. 
 
 Father, thy name be praised, thy kingdom given, Eg 
 Thy will be done on earth, as 'tis in Heaven ; 
 Keep us in life, forgive our sins, deliver 
 Us now and ever. 
 
 A-men. 
 
479, 48o. 
 
 EVENING HYMNS. 
 
 376 
 
 479 
 
 " Softly Now. 
 
 G. W. Doane. 
 A i. I ^ 
 
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 Von Weber. Arr. 
 
 C OFTLY, now, the light of day 
 ^ Fades upon my sight away ; 
 Free from care, from labor free, 
 Lord, I would commune with thee. 
 
 Soon, for me, the light of day 
 Shall forever pass away ; 
 Then, from sin and sorrow free, 
 Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. 
 
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 48O 
 
 A Greek Hymn. 
 
 Tr. J. M. Neale. 
 
 Anatolius. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
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 pray 
 
 i 'THE day is past and over; 
 J- All thanks, O Lord, to thee ! 
 We pray thee now, that sinless 
 
 The hours of dark may be : 
 O Jesus, keep us in thy sight, 
 And save us thro' the coming night. 
 
 2 The toils of day are over ; 
 
 We raise our hymn to thee, 
 And ask, that free from peril, 
 
 The hours of dark may be : 
 O Jesus, keep us in thy sight, 
 And guard us thro' the coming night. 
 
377 
 
 EVENING HYMNS. 
 
 48l. 
 
 Be thou our souls' preserver, 
 O God, for thou dost know 
 
 How many are the perils 
 
 Through which we have to go ; 
 
 O loving Jesus, hear our call, 
 
 And guard and save us from them all. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 43 T Abide with us. 
 
 ^ J. Keble. 
 
 Keble. L. M. 
 
 y. B. Dykes. 
 
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 i C UN of my soul ! thou Saviour dear, 
 ^ It is not night if thou art near : 
 O may no earth-born cloud arise 
 To hide thee from thy servant's eyes ! 
 
 2 When soft the dews of kindly sleep 
 My wearied eyelids gently steep, 
 
 Be my last thought, — how sweet to rest 
 Forever on my Saviour's breast ! 
 
 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
 For without thee I cannot live ; 
 Abide with me when night is nigh, 
 For without thee I dare not die. 
 
 4 If some poor wandering child of thine 
 Have spurned to-day the voice divine, 
 Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; 
 Let him no more lie down in sin. 
 
 5 Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor 
 With blessings from thy boundless store ; 
 Be every mourner's sleep to-night, 
 Like infant slumbers, pure and light. 
 
 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, 
 Ere through the world our way we take, 
 Till in the ocean of thy love 
 
 We lose ourselves in heaven above. 
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 A-men. 
 
482. 
 
 EVENING HYMNS. 
 
 378 
 
 4.82 * r ° R Evening Worship. 
 
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 1 TNSPIRER and hearer of prayer, 
 
 ■*• Thou Shepherd and Guardian of thine, 
 My all to thy covenant care 
 
 I sleeping or waking resign : 
 If thou art my shield and my sun, 
 
 The night is no darkness to me ; 
 And, fast as my moments roll on, 
 
 They bring me but nearer to thee. 
 
 2 Thy ministering spirits descend 
 
 To watch while thy saints are asleep ; 
 By day and by night they attend, 
 
 The heirs of salvation to keep : 
 Bright seraphs, despatched from the throne, 
 
 Repair to their stations assigned ; 
 And angels elect are sent down, 
 
 To guard the elect of mankind. 
 
 3 Their worship no interval knows ; 
 
 Their fervor is still on the wing ; 
 And while they protect my repose, 
 They chant to the praise of my King : 
 
379 
 
 EVENING HYMNS. 
 
 483, 484. 
 
 I too, at the season ordained, 
 Their chorus forever shall join, 
 
 And love and adore, without end, 
 Their faithful Creator and mine. 
 
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 Luke xxiv. 29 
 
 J. M. Neale. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 Langton. S. M. 
 
 Arr. C. Streatfield. 
 
 THE day, O Lord, is spent; 
 -*■ Abide with us, and rest ; 
 Our hearts' desires are fully bent 
 On making thee our guest. 
 
 We have not reached that land, 
 
 That happy land, as yet, 
 Where holy angels round thee stand, 
 
 Whose sun can never set. 
 
 Our sun is sinking now, 
 
 Our day is almost o'er ; 
 O Sun of Righteousness, do thou 
 
 Shine on us evermore ! 
 
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 :S: 
 
 A-men. 
 
 484 Evening Meditation. 
 
 Tr. E. Caswall. 
 
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 Evening Sacrifice. 64,66. 
 
 J. H. Hopkins. 
 
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 1 THE sun is sinking fast, the daylight dies ; 
 
 -■- Let love awake, and pay her evening sacrifice. 
 
 2 As Christ upon the cross his head inclined, 
 
 And to his Father's hands his parting soul resigned- 
 
 3 So now herself my soul would wholly give 
 Into his sacred charge, in whom all spirits live. 
 
 4 Thus would I live : yet now not I, but he 
 In all his power and love henceforth alive in me. 
 
 lii 
 
 A-men. 
 
485, 486. 
 
 EVENING HYMNS. 
 
 380 
 
 Light at Eventide 
 
 J. Ellerton. 
 
 Pelham. S. M. 
 
 G. Kingsley. 
 
 i HTHE day of praise is done, 
 ■*■ The evening shadows fall ; 
 Yet pass not from us with the sun, 
 True Light that lightenest all. 
 
 2 'Tis thine each soul to calm, 
 
 Each wayward thought reclaim, 
 And make our daily life a psalm 
 Of glory to thy name. 
 
 3 Shine thou within us, then, 
 A day that knows no end, 
 Till songs of angels and of men 
 In perfect praise shall blend. 
 
 -1 — i- 
 
 -1 — (-- 
 
 A-men 
 
 4.86 Evening Thoughts. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 Hebron. L. M. 
 
 L. Mason. 
 1, 1 I 
 
 i n^HUS far the Lord has led me on ; 
 -*- Thus far his power prolongs my days 
 And every evening shall make known 
 Some fresh memorial of his grace. 
 
 2 Much of my time has run to waste, 
 
 And I, perhaps, am near my home ; 
 But he forgives my follies past, 
 
 He gives me strength for days to come. 
 
 3 I lay my body down to sleep ; 
 
 Peace is the pillow for my head ; 
 While well-appointed angels keep 
 
 Their watchful stations round my bed. 
 
 
38i 
 
 EVENING HYMNS. 
 
 487, 488. 
 
 4 Thus, when the night of death shall come, 
 My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, 
 And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, 
 With sweet salvation in the sound. 
 
 God our Guard. 
 
 y. Edmeston. 
 -I— I N, I S I f* .. K I s , 
 
 A-men. 
 Stockwell. 8-7. 
 
 D. E. Jones. 
 
 1 O AVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing, 
 ^ Ere repose our eyelids seal : 
 
 Sin and want we come confessing ; 
 Thou canst save, and thou canst heal. 
 
 2 Though destruction walk around us, 
 
 Though the arrows past us fly, 
 Angel-guards from thee surround us ; 
 We are safe, if thou art nigh. 
 
 3 Though the night be dark and dreary, 
 
 Darkness cannot hide from thee ■ 
 Thou art he who, never weary, 
 Watcheth where thy people be. 
 
 4 Should swift death this night o ertake us, 
 
 And our couch become our tomb, 
 May the morn in heaven awake us, 
 Clad in bright and deathless bloom. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 438 The Night cometh. 
 
 ^ J. Leland. 
 
 BOYLSTON. S. M. 
 L. Mason. 
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 -L The evening shades appear 
 O may I ever keep in mina, 
 The night of death draws near. 
 
489. 
 
 EVENING HYMNS. 
 
 382 
 
 488. CONTINUED. 
 
 BOYLSTON. 
 
 2 Lord, keep me safe this night, 
 
 Secure from all my fears ; 
 May angels guard me while I sleep, 
 Till morning light appears. 
 
 3 And when I early rise, 
 
 To view th' unwearied sun, 
 May I set out to win the prize, 
 And after glory run. — 
 
 4 That when my days are past, 
 
 And I from time remove, 
 I then may in thy bosom rest — 
 The bosom of thy love. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 489 
 
 Evening Mercies 
 
 C. Wesley. 
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 1 IT OW do thy mercies close me round ! 
 "■ Forever be thy name adored ! 
 
 I blush in all things to abound ; 
 The servant is above his Lord. 
 
 2 Inured to poverty and pain, 
 
 A suffering life my Master led ; 
 The Son of God, the Son of man, 
 He had not where to lay his head. 
 
 3 But lo ! a place he hath prepared 
 
 For me, whom watchful angels keep ; 
 Yea, he himself becomes my guard ; 
 
 He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep. 
 
3^3 
 
 EVENING HYMNS. 
 
 490, 49i. 
 
 4 Jesus protects ! My fears begone ! 
 
 What can the Rock of Ages move ? 
 Safe in thine arms I lay me down, — 
 Thine everlasting arms of love. 
 
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 A men. 
 
 490 
 
 Nightly Care. 
 
 /?. /fc£er ««</ tf. Whately, 
 
 Wales. 
 
 84,84; 88,84. 
 
 Welsh Air. 
 
 1 ^OD, who madest earth and heaven, 
 ^ Jr Darkness and light ; 
 
 Who the day for toil hast given, 
 
 For rest the night ; 
 May thine angel-guards defend us, 
 Slumber sweet thy mercy send us, 
 Holy dreams and hopes attend us, 
 
 This livelong night. 
 
 2 Guard us waking, guard us sleeping, 
 
 And, when we die, 
 May we in thy mighty keeping 
 
 All peaceful lie : 
 When the last dread call shall wake us, 
 Do not thou, our God, forsake us, 
 But to reign in glory take us 
 
 With thee on high. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 491 
 
 Evening Hymn 
 
 Tr. E. Caswall. 
 'I J. J 1, I 
 
 Rose Hill. L. M. 
 
 G. F. Root. 
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 OTHOU true Life of all that live, 
 Who dost, unmoved, all motion sway ; 
 Who dost the morn and evening give, 
 And through its changes guide the day ! 
 
492. 
 
 EVENING HYMNS. 
 
 384 
 
 491. 
 
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 ROSE HILL. 
 
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 2 Thy light upon our evening" pour, 
 
 So may our souls no sunset see ; 
 But death to us an open door 
 To an eternal morning be. 
 
 3 Thee in the hymns of morn we praise, 
 To thee our voice at eve we raise ; 
 
 O, grant us, with thy saints on high, 
 Thee through all time to glorify ! 
 
 A-men. 
 
 492 
 
 At Evening Twilight. 
 
 L. Bacon. 
 
 SOUTHPORT. C. M. 
 G. Kingsley. 
 
 1 IT AIL, tranquil hour of closing day ! 
 -n» Begone, disturbing care ! 
 
 And look, my soul, from earth away 
 To him who heareth prayer. 
 
 2 How sweet the tear of penitence, 
 
 Before his throne of grace, 
 While to the contrite spirit's sense, 
 He shows his smiling face. 
 
 3 How sweet, through long-remembered years, 
 
 His mercies to recall, 
 And pressed with wants, and griefs, and fears, 
 To trust his love for all. 
 
 4 How sweet to look, in thoughtful hope, 
 
 Beyond this fading sky, 
 And hear him call his children up 
 To his fair home on high. 
 
385 
 
 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 493, 494- 
 
 5 Calmly the day forsakes our heaven 
 To dawn beyond the west ; 
 So let my soul, in life's last even, 
 Retire to glorious rest. 
 
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 493 
 
 After Sermon. 
 
 i?. Heber. 
 
 A-men. 
 Balerma. C. M. 
 
 Spanish A ir. 
 
 1 /^~\ GOD, by whom the seed is given, 
 ^^ By whom the harvest blessed ; 
 
 Whose word, like manna showered from heaven, 
 Is planted in our breast, — 
 
 2 Freserve it from the passing feet, 
 
 And plunderers of the air, 
 The sultry sun's intenser heat, 
 And thorns of worldly care. 
 
 3 Though buried deep, or thinly sown, 
 
 Do thou thy grace supply ; 
 The hope in earthly furrows strown, 
 Shall ripen in the sky. 
 
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 =3^: 
 
 A-men. 
 
 After Sermon 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 Dedham. C. M. 
 
 W. Gardiner. 
 
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 i /^REAT God, thy sovereign power impart, 
 ^-* To give thy word success : 
 Write thy salvation in my heart, 
 And make me learn thy grace. 
 
 2 Show my forgetful feet the way 
 That leads to joys on high : 
 There knowledge grows without decay, 
 And love shall never die. 
 
 
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 A-raen. 
 
495- 
 
 HYMNS FOR THE 
 
 386 
 
 495 
 
 The Day approaching. 
 
 H. Bonar. 
 
 CHALVEY. S. M. D. 
 L. G. Hayne. 
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 A FEW more years shall roll, 
 A few more seasons come, 
 And we shall be with those that rest 
 
 Asleep within the tomb. 
 Then, O my Lord, prepare 
 
 My soul For that great day ; 
 O wash me in thy precious blood, 
 And take my sins away. 
 
 A few more storms shall beat 
 
 On this wild, rocky shore ; 
 And we shall be where tempests cease, 
 
 And surges swell no more. 
 Then, O my Lord, prepare 
 
 My soul for that calm day ; 
 O wash me in thy precious blood, 
 
 And take my sins away. 
 
 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. 
 Then, O my Lord, prepare 
 
 My soul for that blest day ; 
 O wash me in thy precious blood, 
 
 And take my sins away. 
 
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 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 496. 
 
 A few more sabbaths here 
 
 Shall cheer us on our way : 
 And we shall reach the endless rest, 
 
 The eternal sabbath-day. 
 Then, O my Lord, prepare 
 
 My soul for that sweet day ; 
 O wash me in thy precious blood, 
 
 And take my sins away. 
 
 'Tis but a little while 
 
 And he shall come again, 
 Who died that we might live, who lives 
 
 That we with him may reign. 
 Then, O my Lord, prepare 
 
 My soul for that glad day ; 
 O wash me in thy precious blood, 
 
 And take my sins away. 
 
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 406 "Lord, dismiss us. 
 
 J. Fawcett. 
 
 Greenville. 8-7-4. 
 
 J. J. Rousseau. 
 
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 1 T ORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, 
 -■— ' Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; 
 Let us each, thy love possessing, 
 Triumph in redeeming grace ; 
 |j: O refresh us, :|| 
 Travelling through this wilderness. 
 
 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, 
 For thy gospel's joyful sound ; 
 May the fruits of thy salvation 
 In our hearts and lives abound ; 
 : May thy presence :| 
 With us evermore be found. 
 
497- 
 
 HYMNS FOR THE 
 
 388 
 
 CONTINUED. 
 
 GREENVILLE. 
 
 3 So whene'er the signal's given 
 Us from earth to call away, 
 Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
 Glad the summons to obey, 
 |: May we ever :|| 
 Reign with Christ in endless day. 
 
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 A-men. 
 
 497 
 
 He who is our Light 
 
 H. Collins. 
 
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 Benediction. L. M. 61. 
 
 J. Barnby. 
 
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 CWEET Saviour, bless us ere we go ; 
 ^ Thy word into our minds instill ; 
 And make our lukewarm hearts to glow 
 
 With lowly love and fervent will. 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus, be our Light. 
 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways 
 
 True absolution and release ; 
 And bless us, more than in past days, 
 
 With purity and inward peace. 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus, be our Light. 
 Do more than pardon ; give us joy, 
 
 Sweet fear, and sober liberty, 
 And simple hearts without alloy 
 
 That only long to be like thee. 
 
389 
 
 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 498. 
 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus, be our Light. 
 
 Labor is sweet, for thou hast toiled ; 
 
 And care is light, for thou hast cared ; 
 Ah ! never let our works be soiled 
 
 With strife, or by deceit ensnared. 
 Through life's long day and death's dark night, 
 O gentle Jesus, be our Light. A-men. 
 
 498 
 
 The Peace of God. 
 
 J. Ellerton. 
 
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 1 O AVIOUR, again to thy dear name we raise 
 
 ^ With one accord our parting hymn of praise ; 
 We stand to bless thee ere our worship cease, 
 Then, lowly bending, wait thy word of peace. 
 
 2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way ; 
 With thee began, with thee shall end the day ; 
 Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, 
 That in this house have called upon thy name. 
 
 3 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night, 
 Turn thou for us its darkness into light ; 
 
 From harm and danger keep thy children free, 
 Darkness and light are both alike to thee. 
 
 4 Grant us thy peace throughout our earthly life, 
 Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife ; 
 Then, when thy voice shall bid our conflict cease, 
 Call us, O Lord, to thine eternal peace. 
 
499, 500. 
 
 CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 
 
 390 
 
 499 
 
 " The Lord be with us 
 
 J. Ellerton. 
 
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 Cleopas. C. M. 
 
 y. Barnby. 
 
 i HP HE Lord be with us as we bend 
 *- His blessing to receive ; 
 His gift of peace upon us send, 
 Before his courts we leave. 
 
 2 The Lord be with us as we walk 
 
 Along our homeward road ; 
 In silent thought, or friendly talk, 
 Our hearts be still with God. 
 
 3 The Lord be with us till the night 
 
 Shall close the day of rest ; 
 Be he of every heart the Light, 
 Of every home the Guest. 
 
 4 The Lord be with us still, we pray, 
 
 His nightly watch to keep ; 
 Crown with his peace his own blest day, 
 And guard his people's sleep. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 500 
 
 Ephesians 
 
 20, 21 
 
 Olmutz. S. M. 
 
 Gregorian. Arr, Mason. 
 
 
 LORD, at this closing hour, 
 ^ Establish every heart 
 Upon thy word of truth and power, 
 To keep us when we part. 
 
 Peace to our brethren give ; 
 
 Fill all our hearts with love ; 
 In faith and patience may we live, 
 
 And seek our rest above. 
 
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 THE LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
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 3 Through changes bright or drear, 
 
 We would thy will pursue ; 
 And toil to spread thy kingdom here, 
 Till we its glory view. 
 
 4 To God, the Only Wise, 
 
 In every age adored, 
 Let glory from the church arise 
 Through Jesus Christ our Lord. 
 
 A 1- 
 
 A-men. 
 
 The Covenant 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 Martyrdom. C. M. 
 
 H. Wilson. 
 
 "HPHE promise of my Father's love 
 -■- Shall stand forever good : — " 
 
 He said, and gave his soul to death, 
 And sealed the grace with blood. 
 
 2 To this dear covenant of thy word, 
 
 I set my worthless name ; 
 I seal th' engagement to my Lord, 
 And make my humble claim. 
 
 3 The light, and strength, and pardoning grace, 
 
 And glory shall be mine ; 
 My life and soul, my heart and flesh, 
 And all my powers are thine. 
 
 4 I call that legacy my own, 
 
 Which Jesus did bequeath ; 
 'Twas purchased with a dying groan, 
 And ratified in death. 
 
 Sweet is the memory of his name, 
 Who blessed us in his will, 
 
 And to his testament of love, 
 Made his own life the seal. 
 
 -d-^: 
 
 A-men. 
 
502. 
 
 HYMNS FOR THE 
 
 392 
 
 502 
 
 Bid us go in Peace. 
 
 C. Wesley. 
 
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 J—* We now recall to mind, 
 Send the answer from above, 
 
 And let us mercy find : 
 Think on us who think on thee, 
 
 Every burdened soul release ; 
 O remember Calvary, 
 
 And bid us go in peace ! 
 
 By thine agonizing pain 
 
 And bloody sweat, we pray — 
 By thy dying love to man — 
 
 Take all our sins away : 
 Burst our bonds and set us free, 
 
 From all sin do thou release ; 
 O remember Calvary, 
 
 And bid us go in peace ! 
 
 Let thy blood, by faith applied, 
 
 The sinner's pardon seal : 
 Own us freely justified, 
 
 And all our sickness heal ; 
 By thy passion on the tree, 
 
 Let our griefs and troubles cease ; 
 O remember Calvary, 
 
 And bid us go in peace ! 
 
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393 
 
 LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
 503. 
 
 503 
 
 Thomas Aquinas' Hymn. 
 
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 ^-^ O Food that angels eat, 
 O Manna sent from heaven, 
 
 For heaven-born natures meet ! 
 Give us, for thee long pining, 
 
 To eat till richly filled ; 
 Till, earth's delights resigning, 
 
 Our every wish is stilled ! 
 
 O Water, life-bestowing, 
 
 From out the Saviour's heart, 
 A fountain purely flowing, 
 
 A fount of love thou art ! 
 O let us, freely tasting, 
 
 Our burning thirst assuage ! 
 Thy sweetness, never wasting, 
 
 Avails from age to age. 
 
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 Jesus, this feast receiving, 
 
 We thee unseen adore ; 
 Thy faithful word believing, 
 
 We take — and doubt no more 
 Give us, thou true and loving, 
 
 On earth to live in thee ; 
 Then, death the vail removing, 
 
 Thy glorious face to see ! 
 
 A-men. 
 
504, 505- 
 
 HYMNS FOR THE 
 
 394 
 
 504 
 
 The Bread of Life. 
 
 R Heber. 
 
 Sanctuary. 98,98. 
 
 C. J. Dickenson. 
 
 i DREAD of the world, in mercy broken 
 *-* Wine of the soul, in mercy shed ; 
 By whom the words of life were spoken, 
 And in whose death our sins are dead — 
 
 2 Look on the heart by sorrow broken, 
 Look on the tears by sinners shed, 
 And be thy feast to us the token 
 That by thy grace our souls are fed. 
 
 A-men. 
 
 tQt Luke xxii. 19. 
 
 y. Montgomery. 
 
 St. Peter. C. M. 
 
 A . R. Reinagle. 
 
 i A CCORDING to thy gracious 
 **• In meek humility, 
 This will I do, my dying Lord, 
 I will remember thee. 
 
 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, 
 
 My bread from heaven shall be 
 Thy testamental cup I take, 
 And thus remember thee. 
 
 3 Gethsemane can I forget ? 
 
 Or there thy conflict see, 
 Thine agony and bloody sweat, 
 And not remember thee ? 
 
 4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, 
 And rest on Calvary, 
 O Lamb of God, my sacrifice ! 
 I must remember thee: — 
 
 word, 
 
395 
 
 LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
 506. 
 
 5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, 
 
 And all thy love to me ; 
 Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, 
 Will I remember thee. 
 
 6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, 
 
 And mind and memory flee, 
 When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, 
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 A-men. 
 
 506 
 
 At the Lord's Supper. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 Mear. C. M. 
 
 A. Williams. 
 
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 ■" With Christ within the doors ; 
 While everlasting love displays 
 
 The choicest of her stores ! 
 
 2 While all our hearts, and all our songs, 
 
 Join to admire the feast, 
 Each of us cries with thankful tongues, — 
 " Lord, why was I a guest ! 
 
 3 " Why was I made to hear thy voice, 
 
 And enter while there's room ; 
 When thousands make a wretched choice 
 And rather starve than come ?" 
 
 4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast, 
 
 That sweetly forced us in ; 
 Else we had still refused to taste, 
 And perished in our sin. 
 
 5 Pity the nations, O our God ! 
 
 Constrain the earth to come ; 
 Send thy victorious word abroad, 
 And bring the strangers home. 
 
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 396 
 
 507 
 
 "Till He Come.' 
 
 E. H. Bickersteth. 
 
 Glastonbury. 7s. 61. 
 
 J. B. Dykes. 
 
 TILL he come — O let the words 
 Linger on the trembling chords ; 
 Let the little while between 
 In their golden light be seen ; 
 Let us think how heaven and home 
 Lie beyond that " Till he come." 
 
 When the weary ones we love 
 Enter on their rest above, 
 Seems the earth so poor and vast, 
 All our life-joy overcast? 
 Hush ! be every murmur dumb : 
 It is only, " Till he come." 
 
 Clouds and conflicts round us press : 
 Would we have one sorrow less ? 
 All the sharpness of the cross, 
 All that tells the world is loss, 
 Death, and darkness, and the tomb, 
 Only whisper " Till he come. ' 
 
 See, the Feast of Love is spread, 
 Drink the wine, and break the bread : 
 Sweet memorials — till the Lord 
 Call us round his heavenly board ; 
 Some from earth, from glory some, 
 Severed only, Till he come. 
 
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397 
 
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 508, 509. 
 
 1 Corinthians xi. 26. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
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 L. Mason. 
 
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 We hope for heavenly crowns above, 
 From a Redeemer crucified. 
 
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 And cast their scandals on thy cause ! 
 We come to boast our Saviour's name, 
 And make our triumph in his cross. 
 
 4 With joy we tell the scoffing age, — 
 
 " He that was dead hath left the tomb ; 
 He lives above their utmost rage, 
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 Forget us not." 
 
 Dedham. C. M. 
 
 IV. Gardiner. 
 
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 Until we meet above. 
 
 And if no more with kindred dear 
 The broken bread we share, 
 
 Nor at the banquet-board appear 
 To breathe the grateful prayer, — 
 
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399 
 
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 G. T. Noel. 
 
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 J. Turle. 
 
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 The gratitude we owe 
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 Who bore our guilt and woe ! 
 
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 Those pangs he would not flee, 
 What love his latest words displayed, — 
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 4 Remember thee — thy death, thy shame, 
 
 Our sinful hearts to share ! — 
 O memory ! leave no other name 
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512, 513- 
 
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 One tie binds our spirits, dear Saviour, to thee : 
 Thy body was broken to make us thine own, — 
 All saved from one ruin, — in thee we are one. 
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 Once shed to redeem all the chosen of God, — 
 O come the blest day, when to as 'twill be given. 
 To drink of it new in the kingdom of heaven. 
 
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 The feast, though not the love, is passed and gone ; 
 The bread and wine remove, but thou art here, — 
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 CJC John vi. 55. 
 
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 ROSEFIELD. 7S. 61. 
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 For thy flesh is meat indeed ; 
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 With this true and living Bread ; 
 Day by day with strength supplied 
 Through the life of him who died. 
 
 Vine of heaven ! thy blood supplies 
 This blest cup of sacrifice ; 
 'Tis thy wounds my healing give; 
 To thy cross I look, and live ; 
 Thou, my Life, O, let me be 
 Rooted, grafted, built on thee ! 
 
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 Mrs. Barbauld. 
 
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 Sweden. L. M. 
 
 H. Hiles. 
 
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 When sinks his weary soul to rest, 
 How mildly beam the closing eyes, 
 
 How gently heaves th' expiring breast ! 
 
 So fades a summer cloud away ; 
 
 So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; 
 So gently shuts the eye of day ; 
 
 So dies a wave along the shore. 
 
 Triumphant smiles the victor's brow, 
 Fanned by some guardian angel's wing : 
 
 O grave, wneue is thy victory now, 
 And where, O death, is now thy sting ! 
 
403 
 
 FUNERAL HYMNS. 
 
 517. 
 
 517 
 
 Burial of a Saint. 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 Saul. S. M. 
 
 Handel. 
 
 T TNVAIL thy bosom, faithful tomb, 
 ^ Take this new treasure to thy trust ; 
 And give these sacred relics room, 
 
 To seek a slumber in the dust. :|| 
 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. :|| 
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 Passed through the grave and blessed the bed ; 
 Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne 
 
 The morning break, and pierce the shade. :[ 
 
 For the 4th Stanza. 
 
 Break from his throne, illustrious morn ! 
 
 Attend, O earth ! his sovereign word : 
 Restore thy trust — a glorious form — 
 
 Called to ascend and meet the Lord. 
 
5i8, 519. 
 
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 Mrs. Mackay. 
 
 ASHWELL. L, M. 
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 To be for such a slumber meet ! 
 With holy confidence to sing 
 
 That death hath lost its venomed sting ! 
 
 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest, 
 Whose waking is supremely blest ! 
 No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour 
 Which manifests the Saviour's power. 
 
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 May such a blissful refuge be ! 
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 520. 
 
 2 Swift on the wings of time it flies, 
 
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 Then welcome each declining day ! 
 Welcome each closing year ! 
 
 3 Not many years their round shall run, 
 
 Not many mornings rise, 
 Ere all its glories stand revealed 
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 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course ; 
 
 Ye mortal powers, decay ; 
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 A-men. 
 
 520 
 
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 -F Constant through another year, 
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 Jesus, our Redeemer, hear. 
 
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 Rock of Strength, be thou our stay ; 
 In the pathless wilderness, 
 Be our true and living way. 
 
 3 Who of us death's awful road 
 
 In the coming year shall tread, — 
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 Comfort thou his dying bed. 
 
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 Keep us evermore thine own ; 
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 Fit us for the promised crown. 
 
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521. 
 
 HYMNS FOR THE 
 
 406 
 
 521 
 
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 CLOSE OF THE YEAR. 
 
 522. 
 
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 Never more to meet us here : 
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 But how little — none can know. 
 
 As the winged arrow flies 
 
 Speedily the mark to find ; 
 As the lightning from the skies 
 
 Darts, and leaves no trace behind, — 
 Swiftly thus our fleeting days 
 
 Bear us down life's rapid stream ; 
 Upward, Lord, our spirits raise, 
 
 All below is but a dream. 
 
 Thanks for mercies past receive, 
 
 Pardon of our sins renew ; 
 Teach us henceforth how to live 
 
 With eternity in view : 
 Bless thy word, to young and old ; 
 
 Fill us with a Saviour's love ; 
 And when life's short tale is told, 
 
 May we dwell with thee above. 
 
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523, 524. 
 
 DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 408 
 
 523 
 
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 Old Hundredth. L. M. 
 
 G. Franc. 
 
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ALPHABETICAL 
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES 
 
 Grace Church, L. M A broken heart, rny God, my King 36 
 
 Gorton, S. M A charge to keep I have 369 
 
 Chalvey, S. M. D A few more years shall roll 495 
 
 Arlington, C. M A glory gilds the sacred page 139 
 
 Nottingham, CM A mother may forgetful be 455 
 
 Arden, C. M A stranger in a barren land 266 
 
 Eventide, ios Abide with me, fast falls the eventide 476 
 
 St. Peter, C. M According to thy gracious word 505 
 
 Hereford, S. M Against thee, Lord, alone 37 
 
 Martyrdom, C. M Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed 186 
 
 Coronation, CM All hail the power of Jesus' name 216 
 
 Crown Him, C. M All hail the power of Jesus' name 216 
 
 Bethlehem, C M All that I was, my sin and guilt 322 
 
 Martyrs, C M Almighty Father of mankind 46 
 
 St. Peter, C M Amazing grace, how sweet the sound 318 
 
 Abney, CM Am I a soldier of the cross? 344 
 
 Hullah, 7-6. D And is the time approaching 432 
 
 St. Leonard's, CM. D And wilt thou now forsake me, Lord 314 
 
 Arimathea, 7s (Chorus) Angel, roll the rock away 209 
 
 Hamden, 8-7-4 .Angels from the realms of glory 173 
 
 Elparan, L. M Another six days' work is done 441 
 
 Faith, C. M Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat 261 
 
 Lenox, H. M Arise, my soul, arise 223 
 
 St. Ann's, CM Arise, my soul, my joyful powers.. 140 
 
 St. Martin's, C. M Arise, O King of grace, arise 89 
 
 Stephanos, 85,83 Art thou weary, art thou languid 238 
 
 Ashwell, L. M Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep 518 
 
 St. Chrysostom, L. M. 61. . . As oft with worn and weary feet .... 377 
 
 Barby, CM As pants the hart for cooling streams 27 
 
 Sunset, L. M. D At even, ere the sun was set 477 
 
 Hebron, L. M At thy command, O Lord, our hope 508 
 
 St. Michael's, S. M Awake and sing the song 386 
 
 Missionary Chant, L. M Awake, my soul, and with the sun 472 
 
 Missionary Chant, L. M Awake, my soul, in joyful lays 156 
 
 Christmas, C M Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve 334 
 
 Missionary Chant, L. M Awake our souls, away our fears 335 
 
 Cambridge, C M Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes 519 
 
 Old Hundredth, L. M Before Jehovah's awful throne 66 
 
 St. Agnes, C. M Before the cross of him who died 202 
 
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4 io INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 TUNE. FIRST LINE. HYMN 
 
 Olmutz, S. M Behold what wondrous grace 362 
 
 Ludwig, 76,76; 77,76 Blessed Comforter, come down 247 
 
 Mizpeh, 7s Blessed fountain, full of grace 327 
 
 Duffield, 7s. 61. Blessed Saviour, thee I love 187 
 
 Dennis, S. M Blest are the sons of peace go 
 
 Cambridge, C. M Blest are the souls that hear and know 53 
 
 Olmutz, S. M Blest be the tie that binds. 421 
 
 Armagh, C. M Blest day of God, most calm, most bright 436 
 
 Lenox, H. M Blow ye the trumpet, blow 457 
 
 Rosefield, 7s. 61 Bread of heaven, on thee I feed 515 
 
 Sanctuary, 98,98 Bread of the world, in mercy broken 504 
 
 Harvey, ii-io. D Brightest and best of the sons of the morning. 174 
 
 Meribah, C. P. M Bright scenes of bliss, unclouded skies 268 
 
 Balfour, 888,6 Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be blest. . . . 462 
 
 Stuttgart, 8-7. D Call Jehovah thy salvation 58 
 
 Preston, C. M Calm me, my God, and keep me calm 365 
 
 Monkland, 7s Children of the heavenly King 384 
 
 Cyprus, 7s. 61 Chosen not for good in me 325 
 
 Edom, 8-7. 61 Christ is made the sure foundation 419 
 
 Sorrento. 7s. D Christ of all my hopes the ground 160 
 
 Nuremburg, 7s Christ the Lord is risen to-day 204 
 
 Quebec, L. M Come, blessed Spirit, source of light 246 
 
 Quebec, L. M Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell 363 
 
 Bayley, 6-4 Come, Holy Ghost, in love 252 
 
 Eastnor, S. M Come, Holy Spirit, come 243 
 
 Mear, C. M Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 242 
 
 Greenwood, S. M Come, kingdom of our God 228 
 
 St. Ann's, CM Come, let us join our cheerful songs 221 
 
 Duke Street, L. M Come, let us sing the song of songs 215 
 
 Euston Road, C. M Come, let us to the Lord our God 257 
 
 Advent, S. M Come, Lord, and tarry not 227 
 
 Mendon, L. M Come, O Creator-Spirit, blest 241 
 
 Pentonville, S. M Come, sound his praise abroad 62 
 
 Italian Hymn, 6-4. Come, thou almighty King 99 
 
 Euston Road, C. M ... .Come to the ark, come to the ark 458 
 
 Welcome, 7-6. D Come unto me, ye weary 165 
 
 Consolation, ii-io Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish.. . 269 
 
 St. George, 7s. D Come, ye thankful people, come 471 
 
 Greenville, 8-7-4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden 284 
 
 Mornington, S. M Commit thou all thy griefs 115 
 
 Diademata, S. M. D Crown him with many crowns 217 
 
 Hermon, C. M Daughter of Zion, from the dust 450 
 
 Faith, CM Dear refuge of my weary soul 376 
 
 Expostulation, iis Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near 464 
 
 Spanish Hymn, 7s. D Does the Gospel-word proclaim 270 
 
 Evan, CM Do not I love thee, O my Lord 333 
 
 Kirk, 7-6. D. (Tr.) Dying souls, fast bound in sin 459 
 
 Dunstan, CM Early, my God, without delay 42 
 
 Chester, L. M Eternal Source of light divine 132 
 
 Tintern, 7s. 61 Ever patient, gentle, meek 353 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 411 
 
 TUNE. FIRST LINE. HYMN 
 
 Crusader's Hymn, 11,8. 10,8.. Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nations 328 
 
 Dover, S. M Far as thy name is known 32 
 
 Chebar, S. M Far from my heavenly home 92 
 
 Oratory, C. M. D Father, how wide thy glory shines 141 
 
 Brunswick, CM. 61 Father, I know that all my life 352 
 
 Refuge, C. M Father of love, our Guide and Friend 375 
 
 St. Agnes, C. M Father, whate'er of earthly bliss 372 
 
 Ganges, C. P. M Fear not, O little flock, the foe 417 
 
 Mizpeh, 7s Feeble, helpless, how shall 1 289 
 
 Azmon, CM Firm as the earth thy gospel stands 315 
 
 Salisbury, 10,10,10,8 For all the saints, who from their labors rest. . 416 
 
 St. Thomas, S M For all thy saints, O God 426 
 
 Balerma, CM Forever here my rest shall be 303 
 
 Parah, S. M Forever with the Lord 410 
 
 Garnet, 10,7 ; 10,7 Forgive my folly, O Lord most holy 255 
 
 Lubeck, 7s For thy mercy and thy grace 520 
 
 Federal Street, L. M Fountain of grace, rich, full and free 159 
 
 Old Hundredth, L. M From all that dwell below the skies 75 
 
 Thanksgiving, L. M From day to day before our eyes 448 
 
 Pilgrimage, S. M. (Chorus). .From Egypt's bondage come 389 
 
 Retreat, L. M From every stormy wind that blows 431 
 
 Missionary Hymn, L. M. . . .From Greenland's icy mountains 444 
 
 Genoa, 887,887 From the cross the blood is falling 183 
 
 St. Agnes, CM From the first dawn of infant life 134 
 
 Norwich, 7= Gently, gently lay thy rod 4 
 
 Christi Gratia, 8-7. D Gently, Lord, O gently lead us 301 
 
 Kingdom, H. M Gird on thy conquering sword 29 
 
 London, CM Give me the wings of faith to rise 423 
 
 Dover, S. M Give to the winds thy fears 305 
 
 Vienna, 8-7. D Glorious things of thee are spoken 446 
 
 The Grand Chant Glory be to the Father, and to the Son 524 
 
 S wanton, 6-4 Glory to God on high, 222 
 
 Nottingham, C M Glory to God, whose witness-train 425 
 
 Tallis' Hymn, L. M Glory to thee, my God, this night 475 
 
 America, 6-4 God bless our native land 467 
 
 Rathbun, 8-7 God is love : his mercy brightens 116 
 
 Alleyn, 87,87 ; 887 God is our Refuge ever near 31 
 
 Uxbridge, L. M God is the Refuge of his saints 30 
 
 Windsor, C M God, my Supporter and my Hope 50 
 
 Park Street, L. M God of my life, through all its days 119 
 
 Affection, 76,76 ; 78,76 God of my salvation, hear 191 
 
 Wales, 84,84 ; 88,84 God, who madest earth and heaven 490 
 
 Silver Street, S. M Grace, 'tis a charming sound 321 
 
 All Saints, L. M Great God, beneath whose piercing eye 469 
 
 Dundee, CM Great God, how infinite art thou 112 
 
 Dedham, C M Great God, thy sovereign power impart 494 
 
 Monmouth, 87,87 ; 887 Great God, what do I see and hear 233 
 
 Dundee, C M Great is the Lord ; his praise be great 470 
 
 St. Thomas, S. M Great is the Lord our God 33 
 
 Rockingham, L. M Great Sun of righteousness, arise n 
 
 Welch, 8-7-4 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah 135 
 
 Worthing, 8-7 . Hail, thou long-expected Jesus 168 
 
 Webb, 7-6. D Hail to the Lord's Anointed 49 
 
412 
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 TUNE. FIRST LINE. HYMN 
 
 Southport, C. M Hail, tranquil hour of closing day 492 
 
 Beatitude, C. M Happy the home when God is there 435 
 
 Hamburg, L. M Happy the man whose cautious feet 1 
 
 Southwell, C. M Happy the souls to Jesus joined 427 
 
 Annunciation, C. M Hark the glad sound, the Saviour comes . . 169 
 
 Mendelssohn, 7s. D Hark the herald-angels sing 172 
 
 Benevento, 7s. D Hark the song of jubilee 229 
 
 Stuart, 79,77 Haste, O sinner, now be wise 463 
 
 Justin, 7s He has come, the Christ of God 167 
 
 He leadeth me, L. M. D He leadeth me, O blessed thought 133 
 
 Mendon, L. M He lives, the great Redeemer lives 224 
 
 Ensign, L. M He reigns ; the Lord the Saviour reigns 64 
 
 Medfield, C. M He who on earth as man was known 220 
 
 Bethabara, 8-7. D Hear what God the Lord hath spoken 447 
 
 Euston Road, C. M Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims. . . 400 
 
 Grace Church, L. M Here at thy cross, my gracious Lord 281 
 
 Ernan, ios Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face 514 
 
 Mendon, L. M High in the heavens, eternal God 25 
 
 Pentecost, 777,5 Holy Ghost, the Infinite 249 
 
 Norwich, 7s Holy Ghost, with light divine 244 
 
 Nicaea, 12,13 ; 12,13 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty 102 
 
 Offertory, 77,77; 88,88 Holy offerings,' rich and rare 276 
 
 Furth, S. M. D How beauteous are their feet 442 
 
 Germany, L. M How beauteous were the marks divine 176 
 
 Sweden, L. M How blest the righteous when he dies 516 
 
 Hastings, 86,86; 88 How calm and beautiful the morn 208 
 
 Chester, L. M How do thy mercies close me round 489 
 
 Portuguese Hymn, iis How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord. . 313 
 
 Dennis, S. M How gentle God's commands 299 
 
 Parah, S. M How heavy is the night 235 
 
 Swabia, S. M How honored is the place 415 
 
 Fulbert, C. M How large the promise, how divine 434 
 
 D Alston, S. P. M How pleased and blest was 1 83 
 
 Mear, C. M How sweet and awful is the place 506 
 
 Sweden, L. M How sweetly flowed ihe gospel's sound 175 
 
 Beatitude, C. M How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 144 
 
 Vox Dilecti, CM. D I heard the voice of Jesus say 273 
 
 Boylston, S. M I hear thy word with love 13 
 
 Balerma, C. M I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 279 
 
 Corner Stone, L. P. M I'll praise my Maker with my breath 96 
 
 Moravian Hymn, C. M. D.. .1 love the Lord ; he lent an ear 74 
 
 Nashville, L. P. M I love the volume of thy word 14 
 
 Boylston, S. M I love thy kingdom, Lord 91 
 
 Oak, 64,64 ; 666,4 I'm but a stranger here 398 
 
 Nativity, CM I'm not ashamed to own my Lord 337 
 
 Martyrdom, CM . . I saw One hanging on the tree 184 
 
 Bristol, C. M I set the Lord before my face 7 
 
 Swabia, S. M I stand on Zion's mount 3*° 
 
 Sweden, L. M I thirst, but not, as once I did 359 
 
 Dundee, CM I waited patient for the Lord 26 
 
 Good Shepherd, S. M. D. ..I was a wandering sheep 3 X 9 
 
 Lubeck, 7s I will praise thee every day 239 
 
 Frederick, iis I would not live alway, I ask not to stay 405 
 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 4*3 
 
 TUNE. FIRST LINE. HYMN 
 
 Armagh, C. M If human kindness meets return 511 
 
 Weimar, 98,98 ; 88 If thou but suffer God to guide thee 304 
 
 Marlow, CM In all my Lord's appointed ways 339 
 
 Dundee, C. M In all my vast concerns with thee 93 
 
 Tully, 7-6. D In heavenly love abiding 294 
 
 Hullah, 7-6. D In holy contemplation 295 
 
 Bedford, CM. . . In latter days, the mount of God 456 
 
 Grace Church, L. M In sleep's serene oblivion laid ... 474 
 
 Woolsey, 777,5 In the dark and cloudy day 382 
 
 Haverhill, S. M In true and patient hope 40 
 
 Hesperus, 8s. D Inspirer and hearer of prayer 482 
 
 Solyma, C. M. D Jerusalem, my happy home 396 
 
 Christ Church, H. M Jerusalem on high 403 
 
 Ewing, 7-6. D Jerusalem the golden 388 
 
 Harmony Grove, L. M Jesus, and shall it ever be 345 
 
 Worgan, 7s. (Chorus.) Jesus Christ is risen to-day 207 
 
 Dijon, 7s Jesus, grant me this, I pray 194 
 
 Bethabara, 8-7. D Jesus, I my cross have taken 272 
 
 Pretorium, 76,76 ; 78,76 Jesus, let thy pitying eye 190 
 
 M'Ilvaine, 78,78 ; 77 Jesus lives, and so shall I 206 
 
 Hollingside, 7S. D Jesus, lover of my soul 155 
 
 Martyn, 7s. D Jesus, lover of my soul 155 
 
 St. Saviour, 888,4 Jesus, my Saviour, look on me 149 
 
 Trinity College, S. M. D.. .Jesus, my strength, my hope 349 
 
 Calvary, 76,76 ; 88,77 Jesus, Name all names above 193 
 
 Missionary Chant, L. M . . .Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 48 
 
 Zinzendorf, 55,88,55 Jesus, still lead on 331 
 
 Pleyel's Hymn, 7s Jesus, take me for thine own 360 
 
 Raphael, C. M Jesus, these eyes have never seen 329 
 
 Hamburg, L. M Jesus, the sinner's friend, to thee 288 
 
 Eustis, C. M Jesus, the very thought of thee 152 
 
 Chester, L. M Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts 153 
 
 Angelus, L. M Jesus, whom angel hosts adore 170 
 
 Nativity, C. M Joy fills the dwellings of the just 77 
 
 Howitt, H. M Join all the glorious names 148 
 
 Cambridge, C. M Joy to the world ; the Lord is come 65 
 
 Durham, 7s Joyful be the hours to-day 147 
 
 Park Church, 888,6 Just as I am, without one plea 286 
 
 Rathbun, 8-7 Know, my soul, thy full salvation 354 
 
 Ludwig, 76,76 ; 77,76 Lamb of God, whose bleeding love 502 
 
 LuxBentgna, 10,4; 10,4; io.io.Lead, kindly light, amid th' encircling gloom. . 306 
 
 Tilleard, 8-7. 61 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us 104 
 
 Stephens, C. M Let saints below in concert sing 413 
 
 Esther, 8-7 D Light of those whose dreary dwelling 158 
 
 Ensign, L. M Lo, God is here ; let us adore 108 
 
 Sychar, 8-7 Lo, the Lord Jehovah li veth 9 
 
 Dedham, C. M Lo, there's a voice of sovereign grace 290 
 
 Northfield, C. M Lo, what a glorious sight appears 454 
 
 Victoria, 8-7-4 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious 219 
 
 Olmutz, S. M Lord, at this closing hour 500 
 
 Greenville, 8-7-4.. . -. Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing 496 
 
4 I4 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 TUNE. FIRST LINE. HYMN 
 
 Faith, C. M Lord, I believe, thy power I own 283 
 
 Evan, C. M Lord, I have made thy word my choice. 79 
 
 Lux, 7s. 61 Lord, I look for all to thee 21 
 
 Warwick, C. M Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear 3 
 
 Martyrs, C. M Lord, it belongs not to my care 399 
 
 Manoah, C. M Lord, lead the way the Saviour went 343 
 
 Dedham, C. M Lord, may the spirit of this feast 509 
 
 Quebec, L. M Lord of all being, throned afar 117 
 
 Sorrento, 7s. D Lord of earth, thy forming hand 127 
 
 Spanish Hymn, 7s. D Lord of mercy, just and kind 6 
 
 Flemming, 11, 11 ; 11,5 Lord of our life, and God of our salvation. . . . 430 
 
 Newbury, H. M Lord of the worlds above 52 
 
 Refuge, C. M Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray 2 
 
 Lucerne, 6s. D. (Tr) Lord, thy word abideth 138 
 
 Ramoth, 7s. 61 Lord, to thee alone we turn 274 
 
 Hull, L. M Loud hallelujahs to the Lord 97 
 
 Beecher, 8-7. D Love divine, all love excelling 348 
 
 St. Peter, C. M Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 237 
 
 Hereford, S. M Mine eyes and my desire 18 
 
 America, 6-4 My country, 'tis of thee 468 
 
 Shining Shore, 8-7.D.(Iamb.).My days are gliding swiftly by 521 
 
 Grace Church, L. M My dear Redeemer and my Lord 180 
 
 Olivet, 6-4 My faith looks up to thee 300 
 
 Doddridge, L. M My God, and is thy table spread 510 
 
 Rose Hill, L. M My God, how endless is thy love 120 
 
 Balerma, C. M My God, how wonderful thou art 113 
 
 Nazareth, L. M My God, in whom are all the springs 38 
 
 Almsgiving, 888,4 My God, my Father, while I stray 373 
 
 Thanksgiving, L. M My God, my King, thy various praise 95 
 
 Medfield, C. M My God, the covenant of thy love 378 
 
 Raphael, C. M My God, the spring of all my joys 385 
 
 Chester, L. M My gracious Lord, I own thy right 260 
 
 Croydon, S. M My Maker and my King 129 
 
 Invitation, C. M. D My Saviour, my almighty Friend 47 
 
 Hesperus, 8s. D My Saviour, whom absent I love 402 
 
 Laban, S. M My soul, be on thy guard 341 
 
 London, C. M My soul doth magnify the Lord 250 
 
 Dover, S. M My soul, it is thy God 342 
 
 Boylston, S. M My soul, repeat his praise 71 
 
 Steggall, S. M My spirit on thy care 20 
 
 Waterstock, H. M My trust is in the Lord 5 
 
 Bethany, 64,64 ; 666,4 Nearer, my God, to thee 358 
 
 Sweden, L. M New every morning is the love 473 
 
 Uxbridge, L. M No more, my God, I boast no more ; . . . 259 
 
 Badea, S. M Not all the blood of beasts . . 196 
 
 Bickersteth, ios Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs.. . . 513 
 
 Harvest, 86,886,8 Nothing but leaves ; the spirit grieves 340 
 
 Flemming, ii,ii ; 11,5 Now, God be with us, for the night is closing.. 478 
 
 Rockingham, L. M Now I resolve with all my heart 262 
 
 Wittemberg, 67,67 ; 66,66. . .Now thank we all our God 105 
 
 Beatitude, C. M Now to the haven of thy breast 291 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 415 
 
 TUNE. FIRST LINE. HYMN 
 
 St. Michael's, S. M O bless the Lord, my soul 70 
 
 Parah, S. M O blessed souls are they 22 
 
 ELWIN, 7-6. D O bread to pilgrims given 503 
 
 Montgomery, S. M O cease, my wandering soul 280 
 
 Evan, CM O Christ, our ever-blessed Lord 197 
 
 St. Cross, L. M O come and mourn with me a while 182 
 
 Ariel, C. P. M O could I speak the matchless worth 154 
 
 Aurelia, 7-6. D . . . . O day of rest and gladness 438 
 
 Buxton, S. M. D O everlasting light 157 
 
 Paulina, lis O eyes that are weary and hearts that are sore. 296 
 
 Cilicia, 888 O Father, uncreated Lord 103 
 
 Balerma, C. M O for a closer walk with God 357 
 
 Beatitude, C. M O for a heart to praise my God 367 
 
 Warwick, CM O for a thousand tongues to sing 143 
 
 Gorton, S. M O for the death of those 411 
 
 Old Hundredth, L. M O God, beneath thy guiding hand 466 
 
 Balerma, CM O God, by whom the seed is given 493 
 
 Old Hundredth, L. M O God, my heart is fixed, 'tis bent 73 
 
 Ganges, C.P.M O God, my inmost soul convert 368 
 
 Bristol, C. M O God of Bethel, by whose hand 137 
 
 Windsor. C M O God, our help in ages past 55 
 
 Bartholdy, 7-6. D O God, the Rock of ages 56 
 
 All-Saints, L. M O God, thou art my God alone 41 
 
 Rose Hill, L. M O God, thy grace and blessing give 298 
 
 Manoah, CM O gracious God, in whom I live 277 
 
 Harmony Grove, L. M O happy day, that fixed my choice 258 
 
 Manoah, C. M O help us, Lord ; each hour of need 302 
 
 Federal Street, L. M O holy Lord, uplifted high 192 
 
 Southard, 888,6 . . .O holy Saviour, Friend unseen 292 
 
 Bowdoin Square, C. M O holy Spirit, Lord of grace 424 
 
 Mear, C. M O how I love thy holy law 81 
 
 Elvet, CM O Jesus, King most wonderful 150 
 
 Refuge, C. M O Jesus, Saviour of the lost 275 
 
 Raphael, CM O Jesus, thou the beauty art 151 
 
 Nazareth, L. M O Lord, how full of sweet content 131 
 
 Almsgiving, 888,4 Lord of heaven and earth and sea 123 
 
 Mear, C. M O Lord, our fathers oft have told 28 
 
 St. Leonard's, CM. D O Lord, who teachest us on earth 418 
 
 Magdalene, C P. M O love divine, how sweet thou art 350 
 
 Quebec, L. M O Master, let me walk with thee. 338 
 
 Nicolai, P. M O Morning Star, how fair and bright 162 
 
 Fair Haven, C M. D O mother dear, Jerusalem 412 
 
 Paradise, 86,86 ; 66,66 Paradise, O Paradise 407 
 
 Park Street, L. M O render thanks to God above 72 
 
 Passion Choral, 7-6. D O sacred Head, now wounded 185 
 
 Faith, C M O sinner, bring not tears alone 278 
 
 Ashwell, L. M O Spirit of the living God 245 
 
 Still Water, 11,9 ; 11,9 tell me, thou life and delight of my soul. . . . 326 
 
 Ashwell, L. M O that my load of sin were gone 361 
 
 Bowdoin Square, C M O that the Lord would guide my ways 80 
 
 Rockingham, L. M O the sweet wonders of that cross 1S9 
 
 Lawrence, 664,664 O thou best gift of heaven 336 
 
 Merrick, C P. M O thou that hear'st the prayer of faith 287 
 
 Hamburg, L. M O thou that hear'st when sinners cry 35 
 
4t6 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 TUNE. FIRST LINE. HYMN 
 
 Rose Hill, L. M O thou true Life of all that live 491 
 
 Paulina, iis O thou who hast died to redeem us from hell. . 512 
 
 Nazareth, L. M O thou whose mercy bends the skies 43 
 
 Martyrdom, CM O thou whose tender mercy hears 265 
 
 Eastnor, S. M what, if we are Christ's 428 
 
 Mear, CM O where are kings and empires now 422 
 
 Advent, S. M O where shall rest be found 254 
 
 Lyons, 10,10,11,11 O worship the King all-glorious above 124 
 
 Newbury, H. M O Zion, tune thy voice 443 
 
 Ancyra, C. M. D On Jordan's rugged banks I stand 395 
 
 Zion, 8-7-4 On the mountain's top appearing 451 
 
 Cary, S. M One sweetly solemn thought 387 
 
 Friendship, 8-7. D One there is above all others 179 
 
 Martyrs, CM. . . Oppressed with noonday's scorching heat 201 
 
 Janua Cgeli, L. M. D Our Lord is risen from the dead 213 
 
 Monsell, S. M Out of the deep I call 87 
 
 Martyrdom, C M Out of the deeps of long distress 88 
 
 Rapture, 7s. D Palms of glory, raiment bright 390 
 
 Even me, 87,87 ; 337 Pass me not, O God our Father 253 
 
 Spanish Hymn, 7s. D People of the living God 429 
 
 Cleveland, 7s. D Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin 271 
 
 Duffield, 7s. 61 Pity, Lord, the child of clay 282 
 
 St. George, 7s. D Pleasant are thy courts above 51 
 
 Barby, C. M Plunged in a gulf of dark despair 199 
 
 Old Hundredth, L. M Praise God, from whom all blessings flow 523 
 
 Mendelssohn, 7s. D Praise the Lord, his glories show 98 
 
 Nuremburg, 7s Praise to God, immortal praise 130 
 
 Horton, 7s Prince of peace, control my will. . 366 
 
 Severn, iis. (Tr.) Purer yet and purer 364 
 
 Exultation, 7-6. D Rejoice, all ye believers 234 
 
 Rhine, H. M Rejoice, the Lord is King 226 
 
 Etn* Feste Burg, 87 Rejoice to-day with one accord 122 
 
 Dort, 6-4 . . Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise 210 
 
 Amsterdam, 76,76 ; 77,76. . . .Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings 393 
 
 Rock of Ages, 7s. 61 Rock of Ages, cleft foi me 195 
 
 Toplady, 7s. 61 Rock of Ages, cleft for me 195 
 
 Dix. 7s. 61 Safely through another week 440 
 
 Annunciation, C M Salvation, O the joyful sound 317 
 
 Ellers, ios Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise 498 
 
 Stockwell, 8-7 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing 487 
 
 Sicilian Hymn, 8-7 Saviour, source of every blessing 236 
 
 Waldo, 7s Saviour, teach me day by day 323 
 
 Sicilian Hymn. 8-7 Saviour, visit thy plantation 251 
 
 Germany, L. M Saviour, when night involves the skies 146 
 
 St. Agnes, C M Searcher of hearts, from mine erase 101 
 
 Ezekiel, 8-7-4 See from Zion's sacred mountain 453 
 
 Bethlehem, C M See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand.. . . 433 
 
 St. Thomas, S. M See what a living stone 78 
 
 Bayley, 6-4 Shepherd of tender youth 166 
 
 St. Ann's, C. M Shine on our land, Jehovah, shine 44 
 
 Federal Street, L. M Show pity, Lord ; O Lord, forgive 34 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 417 
 
 TUNE. FIRST LINE. HYMN 
 
 Greenwood, S. M Since Jesus is my Friend 311 
 
 Alleys, 87,87; 887 Sing praise to God who reigns above 106 
 
 Cleveland, 7s. D Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep 461 
 
 Benevento, 7s. D. Sinners, turn ; why will ye die ? 460 
 
 Seymour, 7s Softly now the light of day 479 
 
 Silver Street, S. M Stand up and bless the Lord 136 
 
 Ames, L. M Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears 330 
 
 Exultation, 7-6. D Stand up, stand up for Jesus 332 
 
 Haverhill, S. M Still with thee, O my God 355 
 
 Keble, L. M Sun of my soul ; thou Saviour dear 481 
 
 London, CM Supreme in wisdom as in power 114 
 
 Shawmut, S. M Sure, there's a dreadful God 24 
 
 Armagh, C. M Sweet is the memory of thy grace 94 
 
 Missionary Chant, L. M. . . .Sweet is the work, my God, my King 59 
 
 Mornington. S. M Sweet is the work, O Lord 60 
 
 Monsell, S. M Sweet is thy mercy, Lord 370 
 
 . Benediction, L. M. 61 Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go 497 
 
 Friendship, 8-7. D Sweet the moments, rich in blessing 200 
 
 Alford, 76,86. D Ten thousand times ten thousand 392 
 
 Bava, L. M Th' Almighty reigns, exalted high 63 
 
 Winchcombe. 10s The Bridegroom comes, Bride of the Lamb 231 
 
 Vigilate, S. M. (Chorus). . . .The Church has waited long 232 
 
 Aurelia, 7-6. D The Church's one foundation 414 
 
 Boylston, S. M The day is past and gone 488 
 
 Anatolius, 76,76 ; 88. The day is past and over 480 
 
 Pelham, S. M The day of praise is done 485 
 
 Langton. S. M The day, O Lord, is spent 483 
 
 Abney, CM Th' eternal gates lift up their heads 212 
 
 Merrick, C P. M The festal morn, my God, is come 84 
 
 Leont, 66,84. D The God of Abraham praise in 
 
 Olivers, 66,84. D The goodly land I see 218 
 
 Badea, S. M The harvest dawn is near 86 
 
 Uxbridge, L. M The heavens declare thy glory, Lord 10 
 
 Homeland, 7-6. D The homeland, O the homeland 397 
 
 Cecilia, 8-7. (Iamb.) The King of love my shepherd is 16 
 
 Cleopas, C M The Lord be with us as we bend 499 
 
 Trenton, L. M The Lord is King ; lift up thy voice 109 
 
 D Alston, S P. M The Lord Jehovah reigns, and royal 61 
 
 Christ Church, H. M The Lord Jehovah reigns ; his throne no 
 
 Badea, S. M The Lord my Shepherd is 15 
 
 Nottingham, C M The Lord of glory is my light 19 
 
 Fulbert, C. M The Lord will raise Jerusalem 69 
 
 Abney, C M The mercies of my God and King 54 
 
 Swabia, S. M The people of the Lord 406 
 
 Martyrdom, C M The promise of my Father's love .... 501 
 
 Darwell, H. M The promises I sing 312 
 
 Hertford, C M. D The Saviour, by whose name I'm called 346 
 
 Ellacombe, C M. D The Son of God goes forth to war 420 
 
 Pentonville, S. M The Spirit in our hearts 465 
 
 Evening Sacrifice, 64,66. . . .The sun is sinking fast 484 
 
 Howitt, H. M Their hearts shall not be moved 85 
 
 Hora Quietus, 6s There is a blessed home 409 
 
 Cowper, C M There is a fountain filled with blood 198 
 
4 i8 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 TUNE. FIRST LINE. HYMN 
 
 Hertford, C. M. D There is a land of pure delight 394 
 
 Southwell, C. M There is a safe and secret place 57 
 
 Steggall, S. M This is the day of light 437 
 
 St. Martin's, C. M This is the day the Lord hath made 76 
 
 Fxpectation, 87,887 ; 77,77. .Thou art coming, O my Saviour 230 
 
 Ascension, S. M. D Thou art gone up on high 211 
 
 St. Leonard's, CM. D Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord 293 
 
 Bedford, C. M Thou art the way, to thee alone 163 
 
 Southwell, C. M Thou grace divine, encircling all 121 
 
 Selena, L. M. 61 Thou hidden source of calm repose 164 
 
 Rothwell, L. M Thou, Lord of all, the parent art 118 
 
 Affection, 76,76 ; 78,76 Thou, O Lord, in tender love 351 
 
 Fiat Lux, 6-4 Thou whose almighty word 100 
 
 Ames, L. M Though now the nations sit beneath 452 
 
 Melita, L. M. 61 Though waves and storms go o'er my head 310 
 
 Invitation, C. M. D Through all the changing scenes of life 23 
 
 Windsor, C. M Through endless years thou art the same 68 
 
 Wales, 84,84 ; 8884 Through the love of God our Saviour 309 
 
 Hebron, L. M Thus far the Lord has led me on 486 
 
 Creation, L. M. 61 Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare 12 
 
 Bethlehem, C. M Thy home is with the humble, Lord 356 
 
 Via Lucis, 6s. D Thy way, not mine, O Lord 371 
 
 Glastonbury, 7s. 61 Till he come, O let the words 507 
 
 Elwin, 7-6 D 'Tis not that I did choose thee 320 
 
 Olmutz, S. M To bless thy chosen race 45 
 
 Thatcher, S. M To God in whom I trust 17 
 
 St. Michael's, S. M To God the only wise 142 
 
 Swanwick, C. M To our Redeemer's glorious name 240 
 
 Moscow^, L. M Triumphant Zion, lift thy head 445 
 
 Dedham, C. M Try us, O God, and search the ground 347 
 
 Saul, L. M Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb 517 
 
 Newbury, H. M Upward I lift mine eyes 82 
 
 Nuremburg, 7s Wake the song of jubilee 225 
 
 Langran, ios Weary of earth and laden with my sins 264 
 
 St. Petersburg, L. M. 61 Weary of wandering from my God 267 
 
 Holyrood, 7s Weary sinner, keep thine eyes 285 
 
 Langton, S. M, Welcome, sweet day of rest 439 
 
 Azmon, C. M We seek a rest beyond the skies 401 
 
 Dunstan, C. M We wait in faith, in prayer we wait 449 
 
 Beulah, 7s. D What are these in bright array 39 1 
 
 Hull, L. M What equal honors shall we bring. . . 214 
 
 Hebron, L. M What sinners value I resign 8 
 
 St. Ann's, C. M What though no flowers the fig-tree clothe 374 
 
 Evan, C. M When all thy mercies, O my God 126 
 
 St. Petersburg, L. M. 61 When gathering clouds around I view 178 
 
 Bartholdy, 7-6. D When human hopes all wither 203 
 
 Arlington, C. M When I can read my title clear 404 
 
 Brunswick, 86,86 ; 88 When I can trust my all with God 379 
 
 Hamburg, L. M When I survey the wondrous cross 188 
 
 Bethlehem, C. M When languor and disease invade 380 
 
 Caswall, 66,6 ; 66,6 When morning gilds the skies 161 
 
 Stabat Mater, 887,887 When no eye its pity gave us 181 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 419 
 
 TUNE. FIRST LINE. HYMN 
 
 Holyrood, 7s When our heads are bowed with woe 383 
 
 Thatcher, S. M When overwhelmed with grief. 39 
 
 Ames, L. M When sins and fears prevailing rise 308 
 
 St. Matthias, L. M. 61 When, streaming from the eastern skies 145 
 
 Gethsemane, 7s. 61 When this passing world is done 324 
 
 Anglia, C. M. D While shepherds watched their flocks by night. 171 
 
 Brattle Street, C. M. D. . .While thee I seek, protecting Power 128 
 
 Benevento, 7s. D While, with ceaseless course, the sun 522 
 
 Hermon, CM While yet the life-proclaiming word 263 
 
 Federal Street, L. M Whither, O whither should I fly 297 
 
 Cecilia, 8-7. (lamb.j Who trusts in God, a strong abode 107 
 
 China, C. M Why do we mourn departing friends 408 
 
 Refuge, C. M Why should the children of a King 248 
 
 Miserere, L. M With broken heart and contrite sigh 256 
 
 St. Agnes, C. M With joy we meditate the grace 177 
 
 Old Hundredth, L. M With one consent let all the earth 67 
 
 Angelus, L. M With tearful eyes I look around 381 
 
 Annunciation, C. M Ye choirs of New Jerusalem . 205 
 
 Lyons, io,io,ii,ii Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim 125 
 
 Olmutz, S. M Your harps, ye trembling saints 307 
 
INDEX OF 
 
 AUTHORS AND THEIR HYMNS 
 
 Note. — The ascription of a hymn to an author in this book does not imply that the hymn is an 
 exact transcript of the writer's original text. Abridgments and other modifications in common 
 use in the churches have been retained, instead of restoring obsolete readings ; and when several 
 variant readings are in use, choice has been freely made among them. 
 
 Adams, Mrs. Sarah Flower, 1805-1848, of Cam- 
 bridge, England. 358. 
 
 Addison, Joseph, 1672-1719, Essayist and Poet. 
 126. 
 
 Akerman, Mrs. L. E. 340. 
 
 Alexander, Mrs. Cecil Frances, 1823—, wife 
 of Bishop Alexander of Derry, Ireland. 212. 
 
 Alexander, James Waddell, 1804-1859, Pro- 
 fessor and Pastor, at Princeton and New York. 
 181, 185. 
 
 Alford, Henry, 1810-1871, Dean of Canterbury. 
 392, 471. 
 
 Allen, James, 1734-1804, of Yorkshire, Eng- 
 land. 200, 222. 
 
 Anatolius, T458, Patriarch of Constantinople. 
 480. 
 
 Aquinas, Thomas, 1227-1274, u The Angelic 
 Doctor." ? 503. 
 
 Auber, Miss Harriet, 1773-1862, of London. 60. 
 
 Bacon, Leonard, 1802-1881, Pastor at New 
 Haven. 225, 452, 466, 492, 512. 
 
 Baker, Henry Williams, 1821-1887, Baronet, 
 Vicar of Monkland, Herefordshire, Editor of 
 "Hymns Ancient and Modern." 16, 87, 106, 
 122, 138, 194, 409, 428. 
 
 Barbauld, Mrs. Anna L^etitia, 1743-1825, Au- 
 thor. 130, 516. 
 
 Barber, Mary A. S. 366. 
 
 Baxter, Richard, 1615-1691, Curate of Kidder- 
 minster. 399. 
 
 Beddome, Benjamin, 1717-1795, Baptist Pastor 
 in England. 246. 
 
 Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153, Abbot of 
 Clairvaux. 150 — 153, 185. 
 
 Bernard of Morlaix, 12th century, Monk of 
 Clugny. 388. 
 
 Bickersteth, Edward Henry, 1825—, Minister 
 of Christ Church, London. 56, 275, 507, 513. 
 
 Bonar, Horatius, 1808 — , Pastor at Edinburgh. 
 J 57» I0 7, 170, 183, 201, 227, 231, 232,273, 319,322, 
 3^5, 37i, 495, 5i4- r _ , J 
 
 Borthwick, Miss Jane, 1825—, England. 234, 
 331, 432. 
 
 Bowring, John, 1792-1872, Knight, Linguist, 
 Author, and Statesman. 116, 175. 
 
 Brady, Nicholas, 1659-1726, Associate with 
 Nahum Tate in a version of the Psalms. 23, 
 27, 28, 37, 45, 67, 72, 73, 77, 171. 
 
 Bridges, Matihew, 1800 — , England. 202, 210, 
 217. 
 
 Brooks, Charles T., 1813— , Pastor at New- 
 port. 467. 
 
 Bruce. Michael, 1746-1767, Author of " Scotch 
 Paraphrases " often ascribed to John Logan. 
 46, 114, 374, 456. 
 
 Bunting, William Maclardie, 1805-1866, Wes- 
 leyan Minister, London. 263. 
 
 Burgess, George. 1809-1866, Bishop of the P. E. 
 Church in Maine. 86. 
 
 Burns, James Drummond, 1823-1864, Pastor in 
 Scotland and in London. 355. 
 
 Campbell, Robert, 1799-1868, Advocate at 
 
 Edinburgh. 205. 
 Cary, Phebe, 1825-1871, New York. 387. 
 Caswall, Edward, 1814-1878, Priest of the 
 
 Oratory, Birmingham. 150-152, 161, 241, 484, 
 
 491. 
 Cennick, John, 1717-1755, Wesleyan Preacher. 
 
 384- 
 Chandler, John, 1806-1876, Vicar of Witley. 
 
 278, 424. 
 Clement, cir. 217, of Alexandria. 166. 
 Codner, Mrs. Elizabeth, 1835 — , England. 
 
 2 53- 
 Coffin, Charles, 1676-1749, Principal of the 
 
 College of Dor mans- Beau vais, Paris. 424. 
 Collyer, William Bengo, 1782-1854, Pastor in 
 
 London. 233. 
 Conder, Josiah, 1789-1855, Author and Poet. 
 
 31, 109, 320, 379, 515. 
 Cook, Russell Sturgis, 1814-1864, New York. 
 
 462. 
 Cowper, William, 1731-1800, Poet. 131, 139, 
 
 198, 239, 295, 357, 402, 447. 
 Coxe, Arthur Cleveland, 1818 — ■ Bishop of 
 
 the P. E. Church in Western New York, 176, 
 
 422. 
 Crabbe, George, 1754-1832, Poet, London. 
 
 271. 
 
INDEX OF AUTHORS AND THEIR HYMNS. 
 
 421 
 
 Crossman, Samuel, 1624-1683, Prebendary of 
 Bristol. 403. 
 
 Croswell, William, 1804-1854, Pastor in Bos- 
 ton. 343. 
 
 Dexter, Henry Martyn, 1821—, Editor, Bos- 
 ton. 166. 
 
 Dix, William Chatterton, 1837—, Surgeon, 
 Bristol, England. 165. 
 
 Doane, Geobge Washington, 1799-1859, Bishop 
 of the P. E. Church in New Jersey. 163, 479. 
 
 Doddridge, Philip, 1702-1751, Pastor and Prin- 
 cipal at Northampton, England. 29, 119, 137, 
 169, 258, 260, 299, 312, 321, 333, 334, 37 8, 433, 443, 
 445. 510, 519. 
 
 Downton, Henry, 1818 — , English Chaplain at 
 Geneva. 520. 
 
 Duffield, George, Jr., 1818— , Pastor at Lan- 
 sing. 187. 332. 
 
 Dwight, Timothy, 1752— 1817, President of 
 Yale College. 91. 
 
 Edmeston, James, 1791-1867, Architect, London. 
 
 104. 159, 377, 487- 
 Ellerton, John, 1826 — , Rector of Hinstock, 
 
 Shropshire. 437, 485. 498, 499. 
 Elliot, Miss Charlotte, 1789-1871, Brighton, 
 
 England. 286, 292, 353, 373. 
 Elven, Cornelius, 1797—, Pastor at Bury St. 
 
 Edmund's. 256. 
 Evans, Albert Eubule, Vicar in Derbyshire. 
 
 274. 
 
 Faber, Frederick Wm., 1814-1863, Priest of the 
 
 Oratory, Birmingham. 113, 182, 356, 407. 497. 
 Fawcett, John, 1739-1817, Baptist Minister, 
 
 England. 421, 496. 
 Fitch, Eleazar Thompson, 1790-1S71, Professor 
 
 in Yale College. 500. 
 Fulbert, t cir. 1029, Bishop of Chartres. 205. 
 F urn ess, William Henry, 1802— , Pastor in 
 
 Philadelphia. 289. 
 
 Gellert, Christian Fuerchtegott, 1715-1769, 
 Professor at Leipsic 206. 
 
 Gerhardt, Paul, 1606-1676, Pastor in Berlin. 
 115, 185, 305, 311. 
 
 Gilmore, Joseph Henry, 1834 — , Professor. 133. 
 
 Gisborne, Thomas, 1758-1846, Prebendary of 
 Durham. 146. 
 
 Gladden, Washington, 1836 — , Pastor at Col- 
 umbus, Ohio. 338. 
 
 Goode, William, 1762-1816, Parish Minister in 
 London. 6, 9. 
 
 Grant, Robert, 77*5-1838, Governor of Bom- 
 bay. 124, 127, 178. 
 
 Grigg, Joseph, 1723-1768, Pastor in London. 
 345- 
 
 Gustavus Adolphus, 1594-1632, King of Swe- 
 den. 417. 
 
 Guyon, Madame Jeanne Bouvier de la Motte, 
 1648-1717, of Paris. 131. 
 
 Hammond. William, 1719-1783, Moravian Min- 
 ister, London. 386. 
 
 Hart, Joseph, 1712-1768, Pastor in London. 
 243-284. 
 
 Hastings, Thomas, 1784-1872. Doctor of Music, 
 New York. 208, 255, 301, 326, 459, 464. 
 
 Havergal, Frances Ridley, 1836-1879, Author. 
 230. 
 
 Haweis, Henry R., Minister in London. 397. 
 
 Hawkesworth, John, 1715-1773, London. 474. 
 
 Heath, George, 1781-1822. 341. 
 
 Heber, Reginald, 1783-1826, Bishop of Calcutta. 
 
 102, 174, 420, 444, 490, 493, 504. 
 Holmes. Oliver Wendell, 1809 — , Professor in 
 
 Harvard University. 117. 
 How. William Walsham, 1823—, Bishop of 
 
 Bedford. 192, 416. 
 
 Irons, William Josiah, 18 12 — Parish Minister 
 in London. 375. 
 
 Johns, John, 18 — . 228. 
 
 Jones, Edmund, 1722-1765, Baptist Preacher in 
 Wales. 279. 
 
 Keble, John, 1792-1866, Vicar of Hursley. 473, 
 481. 
 
 Keith, George, cir. 1787. 313. 
 
 Kelly, Thomas, 1769-1855, Lawyer and Preach- 
 er, Dublin. 147, 219, 327, 389, 406, 451, 453. 
 
 Ken, Thomas, 1637-1711, Bishop of Bath and 
 Wells. 472, 475, 523. 
 
 Laurenti, Laurentius, 1660-1722, Precentor at 
 Bremen. 234. 
 
 Leeson, Jane E., t 1853, England. 85, 323. 
 
 Lf.land, John, 1754-1841, Baptist Minister in 
 Massachusetts. 488. 
 
 Lyte, Henry Francis, 1793-1847, Parish Minis- 
 ter in Devonshire. 4, 5, 20, 21, 51, 54, 57, 92, 
 98, 272, 354, 470, 476. 
 
 MacCheyne, Robert Murray, 1813-1843, Pas- 
 tor at Dundee. 324, 325. 
 
 Macduff, John Robert, 18 , Parish Minis- 
 ter, Glasgow. 149. 
 
 Mack-ay, Margaret, 1801— . 518, 
 
 Mant, Richard, 1776-1848, Bishop of Down and 
 Connor. 426. 
 
 Marriott, John, 1780-18:5, Rector in Warwick- 
 shire. 100. 
 
 Mason, John, t 1694, Rector of Water-Strat- 
 ford. 2=0, 436. 
 
 Massie, Richard, 18 , Translator from the 
 
 German. 418. 
 
 Medley. Samuel, 1738-1799, Baptist Pastor at 
 Liverpool. 154, 156. 
 
 Merrick, James, 1720-1769, of Oxford. 84. 
 
 Milman, Henry Hart, Dean of St. Paul's. 
 302, 383. 
 
 Monsell^ John Samuel Bewley, 1811-1875, Rec- 
 tor at Guildford. 276, 370. 
 
 Montgomery, James, 1771-1854, of Sheffield. 
 12, 41, 49, 58, 74, 136, 173, 215, 229, 245, 254, 280, 
 390, 391. 410, 429, 448, 450, 505. 
 
 Moore, Thomas, 1779-1852, Poet Laureate. 269. 
 
 Morris, George P., 1802-1864, New York. 101. 
 
 Morrison, John, 1749-1798, Author of some of 
 the Scotch Paraphrases. 257. 
 
 Muhlenberg, V\ illiam Augustus, 1796-1877, 
 Pastor in New York. 280, 405. 
 
 Neale, John Mason, 1818-1866, Warden of 
 Sackville College. 193, 238, 388, 419, 449, 480, 
 483. 
 
 Nelson, David, 1793-1844. 521. 
 
 Nf.umarck, George, 1621-1681, Librarian at 
 Weimar. 304. 
 
 Newman, John Henry, 1801— , Cardinal New- 
 man. 306. 
 
422 
 
 INDEX OF AUTHORS AND THEIR HYMNS. 
 
 Newton, John, 1725-1807, Parish Minister in 
 London. 144, 179, 184, 220, 251, 261, 270, 318, 
 401, 440, 446, 522. 
 
 Nicolai, Philip, 1556-1608, Pastor in Hamburg. 
 162. 
 
 NlCHOLLS, , 336. 
 
 Noel, Gerard Thomas, 1782-1854, Vicar of 
 Ramsey. 511. 
 
 Olivers, Thomas, 1725-1799, Preacher under 
 
 Whitefield. 111, 218. 
 Onderdonk, Henry Ustick, 1789-1858, Bishop 
 
 of the P. E. Church in Pennsylvania. 461, 465. 
 
 Palmer, Ray, 1808—, Pastor at Albany and 
 Newark. 153, 252, 300, 329, 503. 
 
 Parker, Edwin Pond, 1836—, Pastor at Hart- 
 ford. 266. 
 
 Perronet, Edward, 1 1792. Wesleyan Minister, 
 216. 
 
 Peters, Mary Bewley, t 1856. 309. 
 
 Pusey, Philip, 1799-1855. 130. 
 
 Raffles, Thomas, 1788-1862, Pastor in Liver- 
 pool. 293. 
 
 Rawson, George, 18 , of Leeds. 249, 382. 
 
 Reed, Andrew, 1788-1862, Pastor in London. 
 244. 
 
 Rinkart, Martin, 1586-1649, Pastor in Saxony. 
 105. 
 
 Robert II., 972-1031, King of France. 252. 
 
 Robinson, Robert. 1735-1790, Baptist Minister 
 at Cambridge, England. 236. 
 
 Roscoe, William, 1763-1831, Historian. 469. 
 
 Rothe, John Andrew, 1688-1758, Pastor in Sile- 
 sia. 310. 
 
 Russell, Arthur Tozer, 1806-1874, Rector in 
 Sussex. 103. 
 
 Ryland, John, 1753-1825, Pastor at Bristoh 339. 
 
 Scott, Thomas, t 1776. Minister at Ipswich, Eng- 
 land ; not the Commentator. 209, 463. 
 
 Scudder, Eliza, 18 , of Boston. 121. 
 
 Seagrave, R., 1693 — . 393. 
 
 Shirley, Walter, 1725-1786, Minister in Ire- 
 land. 200. 
 
 Shrubsole, William, 1759-1829, of London. 
 145. 
 
 Sigourney, Lydia Huntley, 1792-1865, of Hart- 
 ford. 509. 
 
 Smith, Samuel Francis, 1808 — , Baptist Pastor 
 in Boston. 468. 
 
 Steele, Miss Anne, 1716-1778, of Broughton, 
 Hampshire. 129, 224, 240, 262, 265, 268, 277, 
 308, 372, 376, 455. 
 
 Stennett, Joseph, 1663-1713, Baptist Pastor in 
 London. 441. 
 
 Stennett, Samuel, 1727-1795, Baptist Pastor in 
 London. 237, 395. 
 
 St. Saba, Stephen of, 725-794, a Monk. 238. 
 
 Stone, Samuel John, 1839—, Minister in Lon- 
 don. 264, 414. 
 
 Stowell, Hugh, 1799-1865, Canon of Chester. 
 
 Swain, Joseph, 1 761-1796, Baptist Pastor in Lon- 
 don. 316, 342. 
 
 Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715, Poet Laureate. See 
 
 under Nicholas Brady. 
 Taylor, Thomas Rawson, 1807-1835, Pastor in 
 
 Sheffield. 398. 
 Tersteegen, Gerhard, 1697-1769, of Miihlheim, 
 
 108. 
 Theoctistus, cir. 890, surnamed " of the Stu- 
 
 dium." 193. 
 Toke, Mrs. Emma Leslie, 1812— ,Ashford, Kent. 
 
 211. 
 Toplady, Augustus Montague, i74o-i778,Vicar 
 
 in Devonshire. 195, 285, 287, 307, 380, 482. 
 Twells, Henry, 1823—, Rector of Waltham. 
 
 477- 
 
 Wardlaw, Ralph, 17 — -1853, Pastor in Glasgow. 
 160. 
 
 Waring, Miss Anna L>etitia, 1820—. 294, 352. 
 
 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748, Pastor in London. 1-3, 
 7. 8, 10, 11, 13-15, 17-19. 22, 24-26, 30. 32-36, 38, 
 39, 42-44, 47, 48, 50, 52, 53, 55. 59, 61-66, 68, 69- 
 71, 75, 76, 78-83, 88-90, 93-97, no, 112, 120, 140- 
 142, 148, 177, 180, 186, 188, 189, 196, 199, 214, 
 221, 235, 242, 248, 259, 281, 290, 315, 317, 330, 
 335, 337, 344, 362, 3 6 3- 385, 394, 400, 404, 408, 
 415, 423, 434, 439, 442, 454, 4 86 , 494, 5°i, 5°6, 
 508, 517. 
 
 Wesley, Charles, 1708-1788, the Poet of the 
 Methodist Reformation. 40, 99, 125, 132, 143, 
 J 55, I 58, 164, 168, 172, 190, 191, 204, 213, 223, 
 226, 247, 267, 288, 291. 297, 303. 347-351, 361, 
 367-369, 413, 427, 457, 460, 489, 502. 
 
 Wesley, John, 1703-1791, the Leader of the 
 Methodist Reformation. 66, 108, 115, 118, 305, 
 310. 
 
 White, Hugh, 18 , 381. 
 
 Williams, Miss Helen Maria, 1762-1827, of 
 Paris. 128. 
 
 Williams, P. and W., Methodist Preachers in 
 Wales, 17 . 135. 
 
 Willis, Richard Storrs, 1819— , of Detroit. 
 328, 
 
 Winkworth, Miss Catherine, 1829-1878, Trans- 
 lator of German hymns. 105, 162, 304, 311, 
 417, 478. 
 
 Wordsworth, Christopher, 1807 — , Bishop ot 
 Lincoln. 123. 438. 
 
 Wreford, John Reynell, 18 , of Bristol. 
 
 283. 
 
 Zinzendorf. Nicolaus Ludwig, Count von, 
 Bishop of the Moravians. 331. 
 
INDEX OF 
 
 COMPOSERS AND THEIR TUNES 
 
 Ahle, Johann Rudolph. 1625-1673. Nurem- 
 
 burg. 
 Arne, Thomas Augustine, Mus. Doc, 1710-1778. 
 
 Arlington. 
 Arnold, William, 1768-1832. Bethlehem. 
 
 Bach, John Sebastian, 1685-1750. Passion Cho- 
 rale (arr.). 
 
 Bacon, Leonard Woolsey, 1830 — . Corner- 
 stone {arr), Duffield, Hesperus (arr.), Lu- 
 cerne, Miserere, Montgomery, Paulina (arr.), 
 Southard (arr.), Woolsey. 
 
 Baker, H., 18 — . Quebec. 
 
 Balfour, , 18 — . Balfour. 
 
 Barnby, Joseph, 1838—. Anatolius, Benedic- 
 tion, Casvvall, Cleopas, Diademata, Genoa, 
 Monsell, Paradise, Refuge, Salisbury. 
 
 Beethoven, Ludwig von, 1770-1827. Germany, 
 Gorton, Ludwig, Mizpeh. 
 
 Blumenthal, Jacques, 1829—, Cleveland. 
 Bortnianski, Di 
 burg. 
 
 Bradbury, William B., 
 
 He Leadeth Me. 
 Brown, Arthur H., 183 
 
 mitry, 1751-1825. St. Peters- 
 1816-1868. Even Me, 
 -. Tintern. 
 
 Calkin, John Baptist, 1827 — . Advent, En- 
 sign, Ramoth, Winchcombe. 
 
 Carey, Henry, 1685-1743. ? America. 
 
 Chapin, Aaron, 17 — 18 — . Fair Havens. 
 
 Clark, Jeremiah, 1670-1707. Nottingham. 
 
 Conkey, Ithamar, 1815-1867. Rathbun. 
 
 Croft, William, Mus. Doc, 1677-1727. St. 
 Ann's. 
 
 Crossley, Thomas H. H., 1846 — . Ancyra. 
 
 Cruger, Johann, 1598-1662. Wittemberg. 
 
 Darwell, Rev. John, 1731-1789. Darvvell. 
 
 Daye, John. 1522-1584. St. Michael's. 
 
 Deane, J. H., 18 . Sorrento. 
 
 Decius, Nicholas, t 1529. Alleyn. 
 
 Dickenson, Rev. C. J., 18 . 'Sanctuary. 
 
 Donizetti, Gaetano, 1798-1848. Paulina, Ra- 
 phael. 
 
 Drese, Adam, 1630-1718. Zinzendorf. 
 
 Dykes, Rev. John Bacchus, Mus. Doc. 1823-1876. 
 Alford, Almsgiving. Beatitude, Cecilia, Cilicia, 
 Elvet, Faith, Glastonbury, Hollingside, Keble. 
 Lux Benigna, Melita, Merrick, Nicaea, Rock of 
 Ages, St. Agnes, St. Cross. Stabat Mater, 
 Sychar, Thanksgiving, Vox Dilecti, Welcome. 
 
 Edson, Jonathan, 1748-1820. Lenox. 
 
 Elvey, Sir George J., Mus. Doc, 1816— . St. 
 
 George's, Ascension. 
 Ewing, Rt. Rev. Alexander, 1830-18—. Ewing. 
 
 Filby, W. C, 18 . St. Chrysostom. 
 
 Flemming, Friedrich Ferdinand, 1778-1813. 
 
 Flemming. 
 Franc, Guillaume, t 1570. Old Hundredth. 
 
 Gardiner, William, 1770-18—. Dedham. 
 
 Garrett, George M., Mus Doc, 1834 . An- 
 nunciation. 
 
 Gauntlett, Henry J., Mus. Doc, 1806-1876. 
 Chebar, Fulbert, Hertford. 
 
 Giardini, Felice, 1716-1796. Italian Hymn. 
 
 Glaser, Carl Gotthelf, 1784-1829. Azmon. 
 
 Goss, Sir John, Mus. Doc, 1800-1880. Janua 
 Coeli, VVaterstock. 
 
 Goudimel, Claude, 1510-1572. Bava. 
 
 Gounod, Charles Francois, 1818 — . Edom, 
 Park Church. 
 
 Gregorian Tones. Hamburg, Nashville, 01- 
 mutz, Shavvmut. 
 
 Handel, George Frederick, 1685-1759. Bruns- 
 wick, Christmas, Saul, Thatcher. 
 
 Harvey, A., 18 . Harvey. 
 
 Hassler, Johann Leonard, 1564-1612. Passion 
 Chorale. 
 
 Hastings, THOMas, Mus. Doc, 1784-1872. Gar- 
 net, Hastings, Retreat, Rhine, Stillwater, Top- 
 lady, Zion. 
 
 Hatton, John, t 1793. Duke Street. 
 
 Havergal, Rev. William H., 1793-1870. Evan, 
 Fiat Lux. 
 
 Hay, J., 18 . Dunstan. 
 
 Haydn, Franz Joseph, 1732-1809. Creation, 
 MTlvaine. Rapture, Vienna. 
 
 Haydn, Johann Michael, 1737-1806. Furth, 
 Lyons, Newbury, Solyma. 
 
 Hayes, William, Mus. Doc, 1707-1777. Mag- 
 dalen. 
 
 Havne, Rev. Leighton G., Mus. Doc 1836 — . 
 Chalvey. 
 
 Henry, , 18 . Good Shepherd. 
 
 Hermann, Nicholas, t 1561. Abney. 
 
 Herold, Louis J. F., 1791-1833, Kirk. 
 
 Hiles. Henry,-Mus. Doc, 18 . St. Leonard's, 
 
 Sweden. 
 
 Hiller. Ferdinand, 1811 — . Crown Him. 
 
 Hodges, Edward, Mus. Doc, 1796-1876. Bris- 
 tol. 
 
 Holden, Oliver, 1765-1844. Coronation. 
 
 Hopkins, Edward J., 1818— . Ellers, St. Sav- 
 iour, Welch. 
 
 Hopkins, Rev. John Henry, D.D., 1820 . 
 
 Evening Sacrifice. 
 
 Hopkins, Rev. Josiah, 1786-1862. Expostulation. 
 
 Hullah, John, LL.D., 1812— . Hullah. 
 
424 
 
 INDEX OF COMPOSERS AND THEIR TUNES. 
 
 Ingalls, 
 
 Northfield. 
 
 Irons, Herbert S., 1834 — . Southwell. 
 Ives, Elam, 1802-1804. Beulah. 
 
 Jenner, Rt. Rev. Henry L., 1820—. Hora 
 
 Quietis. 
 Jones, Rev. Darius E., 1815-1881. Stockwell. 
 Jones, Rev. William, 1726-1800. Stephens. 
 Josephi, George, 16 . Angelus. 
 
 King, Rev. A., 18 . Eastnor. 
 
 Kingsley, George, j8ii-i8— . Frederick, Pel- 
 ham, Southport. 
 Kirbye, George, 15 — 16—. Windsor. 
 Knapp, William, 1698-1768. All Saints. 
 Knecht, Justin Heinrich, 1752-1817. Justin. 
 
 Lahee, Henry, 1826 — Nativity. 
 
 Langran, James, 1835 — . Langran. 
 
 B. P. L. Park Church (arr.), Sunset. 
 
 Linley, Thomas, cir. 1800. Pentonville. 
 
 Lucas, James, 1762 — . Swanwick. 
 
 Luther, Martin, 1483-1546. Ein' Feste Burg. 
 
 Lwoff, Alexis, 1799-1870. Moscow. 
 
 Malan, Rev. Cesar, 1787-1864. Rosefield. 
 
 Marsh, Simeon B., 1708-1875. Martyn. 
 
 Martin, George W., 18 . Buxton. 
 
 Mason, Lowell, Mus. Doc, 1792-1872. Ariel, 
 Ash well, Azmon (arr.), Bethany, Boylston, 
 Cowper, Dort, Elwin, Ernan, Hamburg (arr.), 
 Hamden, Haverhill, Hebron, Hereford, Her- 
 mon, Laban, Meribah, Missionary Hymn, 
 Nashville (arr.), Oak, Olivet, Olmutz (arr.), 
 Parah, Preston, Rockingham, Severn. Shaw- 
 mut (arr.), Stuart, Swanton, Tully, Uxbridge. 
 
 Mather, William, 1756-1808. Medfield. 
 
 Mendelssohn- Bartholdy, Felix, 1809-1847. 
 Alleyn (arr.), Wittemberg (arr.), Bartholdy 
 (arr.), Mendelssohn, Cyprus, Bickersteth. 
 
 Miller, Edward, Mus. Doc, 1731-1807. Dod- 
 dridge. 
 
 Monk, William H., 1823—. Eventide, Expec- 
 tation, St. Matthias, Stephanos, Victoria. 
 
 Mornington, Garret Wellesley, Earl of, 
 1735-1781. Eustis. Mornington. 
 
 Mozart, Wolfgang A. von, 1756-1791. Affec- 
 tion, Friendship, Waldo. 
 
 Nageli, Johann, George, 1773-1836. Dennis. 
 Nares, James, Mus. Doc, 1715-1783. Amster- 
 dam. 
 Neukomm, Sigismund, 1778-1858. Ames. 
 Neumarck, George, 1621-1681. Weimar. 
 Nicolai, Rev. Philip, 1556-1608. Nicolai. 
 
 Oliver, Henry K., 1800 — . Federal Street, 
 Harmony Grove. 
 
 Paine, John K., 1839—. Affection (arr.), King- 
 dom. 
 
 Parker, Rev. Edwin Pond, 1836 — . Arden, 
 Calvary. 
 
 Pergolesi, Giovanni Battista, 1710-1736. 
 Durham. 
 
 Pleyel, Ignatius, 1757-1831. Brattle Street, 
 Grace Church, Pleyel's Hymn 
 
 Randall, John, Mus. Doc, 1715-1799. Cam- 
 bridge. 
 
 Reading, John, 1677-1764. Portuguese Hymn. 
 
 Redhead, Richard, 1820 — . Gethsemane, Holy- 
 rood, Offertory. 
 
 Reinagle, Alexander R., 1799-1877. Christi 
 Gratia, St. Peter. 
 
 Root, George F., 1820 — . Rose Hill, Shining 
 Shore. 
 
 Roper, C. F., 18 . Arimathea. 
 
 Rossim, Giacomo, 1792-1868. Manoah. 
 
 Rousseau, Jean Jacques, 1712-1778. Greenville. 
 
 Schultz, Johann A. P., 1747-1800. Elparan, 
 Worthing. 
 
 Schumann, Robert, 1810-1856. Chester. 
 
 Shields, . Trenton. 
 
 Smart, Henry, 1812-1879. Bethabara, Euston 
 Road, Exultation. 
 
 Smith, Isaac, t 1800. Silver Street. 
 
 Spohr, Ludwig, 1784-1859. Cary, Invitation. 
 
 Stainer, John, Mus. Doc, 1840 — . Lux, Oli- 
 vers, Via Lucis. 
 
 Stanley, Samuel, 1767-1822. Warwick. 
 
 Steggall, Charles, Mus. Doc, 1826 — . Christ 
 Church, Steggall, Vigilate. 
 
 Stephens, Charles E., 1821 — . Pretorium. 
 
 Storl, Johann G. C, 1676-1743. Bartholdy. 
 
 Streatfield, C, 18 . Langton. 
 
 Sullivan, Arthur S., Mus. Doc, 1842 — . 
 Homeland, Pentecost, Pilgrimage. 
 
 Swan, Timothy, 1760-1842. China. 
 
 Sweetzer, Joseph E., 1825—. Greenwood. 
 
 Tallis, Thomas, 1530-1585. Tallis's Hymn. 
 Tansur, William, 1700-1783. Barby, Roth- 
 well, St. Martin's. 
 Turle, James, 1802 — . Armagh, Tilleard. 
 
 Vail, S. J. 18 . Harvest. 
 
 Venua, Frederic, 1788-18—. Park Street. 
 Vogler, Abbe, 17 . Bowdoin Square. 
 
 WARTENSEE, X, SCHNYDER VON, 1786-18 — . 
 
 Horton. 
 
 Webb, Geobge James, 1813-18— . Webb. 
 
 Webbe, Samuel, 1740-1816. Benevento, Con- 
 solation, Nazareth. 
 
 Weber, Carl Maria von, 1786-1826. Seymour. 
 
 Wesley, Samuel Sebastian, Mus. Doc, 1810- 
 1876. Aurelia. 
 
 West, Rev. Lewis R., 1753-1826. Croydon. 
 
 Wheall, William, Mus. Bac , 1 1745 Bedford. 
 
 White, Edward L., 18 . Bayley. 
 
 Wilkes, John P., 18 . Monkland. 
 
 Willcox, John Henry, 1827-18—. Ezekief, 
 Trinity College. 
 
 Williams, Aaron, 1731-1776. Dalston, Mear, 
 St. Thomas. 
 
 Willis, Richard Storrs, 18 . Crusaders' 
 
 Hymn (arr.), Trenton (arr.). 
 
 Wilson, Hugh, 17 — 18 — . Martyrdom. 
 
 Woodburv, Isaac B., 1819-1858. Selena. 
 
 Worgan, John, Mus. Doc, 1715-1790. Worgan. 
 
 Zeuner, Charles, 1795-1857. Missionary Chant. 
 Zundel, John, 1815-188-. Beecher, Esther, 
 Howitt, Stuttgart. 
 
ALPHABETICAL 
 
 INDEX OF TUNES 
 
 C. M Abney 54, 212, 344 
 
 S. M Advent 227, 254 
 
 76,76; 78,76. . .Affection 191, 351 
 
 76,86; 76,86... Alford 392 
 
 87.87 ; 887 Alleyn 31, 106 
 
 L. M All-Saints 41, 469 
 
 888,4 Almsgiving 123, 373 
 
 664 ; 6664 America 467, 468 
 
 L. M Ames 308, 330, 452 
 
 76,76; 77,76. .Amsterdam 393 
 
 76,76 ; 83 Anatolius 480 
 
 C. M. D Ancyra 395 
 
 L. M Angelus 170, 381 
 
 C. M. D Anglia 171 
 
 CM Annunciation, 
 
 169, 205, 317 
 
 CM Arden 266 
 
 C P. M Ariel 154 
 
 7s Arimathea 209 
 
 C M Arlington 13c), 404 
 
 C M Armagh. 94, 436, 511 
 
 S. M. D Ascension 211 
 
 L. M Ashwell 245, 361, 518 
 
 7-6. D Aurelia 414, 438 
 
 C M Azmun 315, 401 
 
 S. M Badea 15, 86, 196 
 
 C M Balerma, 
 
 113, 279, 303, 357,493 
 
 838,6 Balfour 462 
 
 CM Barby 27, 199 
 
 7-6. D Bartholdy 56, 203 
 
 L. M Bava 63 
 
 664 ; 6664 Bayley 166, 252 
 
 CM Beatitude, 
 
 144, 29:, 367, 435 
 
 C M Bedford 163, 456 
 
 8-7. D Beecher 348 
 
 L. M. 61 Benediction 497 
 
 29 
 
 7s. D Benevento. .229, 460, 522 
 
 8-7. D Bethabara 272, 447 
 
 64,64; 66,64. • -Bethany 358 
 
 C M Bethlehem, 
 
 322, 356, 380, 433 
 
 7s. D Beulah 391 
 
 10s Bickersteth 513 
 
 C M Bowdoin Square. .80, 424 
 
 S. M Boylston. ..13, 71, 91, 488 
 
 C. M. D Brattle Street 128 
 
 C. M Bristol 7, 137 
 
 C M. 61 Brunswick 352 
 
 86,86 ; 88 Brunswick 379 
 
 S. M. D Buxton 157 
 
 76.76 ; 88,77. . .Calvary 193 
 
 C. M Cambridge.. . .53, 65, 519 
 
 S. M Carv 387 
 
 666,666 Cas'wall 161 
 
 8-7 Cecilia 16, 107 
 
 S. M. D Chalvey 495 
 
 S. M Chebar 92 
 
 L. M Chester. 132, 153,260, 489 
 
 C M China 408 
 
 H. M Christ Church . . no, 403 
 
 8-7. D Christi gratia 301 
 
 C M Christmas 334 
 
 888 Cilicia 103 
 
 C M Cleopas 499 
 
 7s. D Cleveland 271, 461 
 
 11,10 ; 11,10. . .Consolation 269 
 
 L. P. M Corner-Stone 96 
 
 M Coronation 216 
 
 M Cowper 198 
 
 M. 61 Creation 12 
 
 M Crown Him 216 
 
 M Croydon 129 
 
 C 
 
 c 
 
 L 
 
 C 
 
 s. 
 
 11,8 ; 10,8 Crusader's Hymn 328 
 
 7s. 61 Cyprus 325 
 
426 
 
 ALPHABETICAL INDEX OE TUNES. 
 
 S. P. M Dalston 61, 83 
 
 H. M Darwell 312 
 
 CM Dedham, 
 
 290, 347, 494, 509 
 
 S. M Dennis 90, 299 
 
 S. M. D Diademata 217 
 
 7s Dijon 194 
 
 76. 61 Dix 440 
 
 L. M Doddridge 510 
 
 664 ; 6664 Dort 210 
 
 S. M. . . Dover 32, 305, 342 
 
 7s. 61 Duffield 187, 282 
 
 L. M Duke Street 215 
 
 C. M Dundee. .26, 93, 112, 470 
 
 CM Dunstan 42,449 
 
 7s Durham 147 
 
 S. M Eastnor 243, 428 
 
 87,87 ; 66, 667.. Em' Feste Burg 122 
 
 8-7. 61 Edom 419 
 
 C. M. D Ellacombe 420 
 
 10s Ellers 498 
 
 L. M Elparan 441 
 
 CM El vet 150 
 
 7-6. D Elwin 320, 503 
 
 L. M Ensign 64, 108 
 
 10s Ernan 514 
 
 8-7. D Esther 158 
 
 CM Eustis. . , 152 
 
 C M Euston Road, 
 
 257, 400, 458 
 
 C. M Evan. . . 79, 126, 197, 333 
 
 6466 Evening Sacrifice. . . .484 
 
 87,87 ; 337 Even Me 253 
 
 10s Eventide 476 
 
 7-6. D Ewing 388 
 
 87,887 ; 77,77. .Expectation 230 
 
 ns Expostulation 464 
 
 7-6. D Exultation 234, 332 
 
 8-7-4 Ezekiel 453 
 
 C M. D Fair Havens 412 
 
 C. M Faith. .261, 278, 283, 376 
 
 L. M Federal Street, 
 
 34, 159, 192, 297 
 
 664; 6664 Fiat Lux 100 
 
 11,11,11,5 Flemming 430, 478 
 
 us Frederick 405 
 
 8-7. D Friendship 179, 200 
 
 C M Fulbert 69, 434 
 
 S. M. D Furth 442 
 
 C P. M Ganges 368, 417 
 
 558,558 Garnet 255 
 
 88,7 ; 88,7 Genoa 183 
 
 L. M Germany 146, 176 
 
 7s. 61 Gethsemane 324 
 
 7s. D Glastonbury 507 
 
 S. M Gorton 369, 411 
 
 S. M. D Good Shepherd 319 
 
 L. M Grace Church, 
 
 36, 180, 281, 474 
 
 8-7-4 Greenville 284, 496 
 
 S. M Greenwood 228, 311 
 
 8-7-4 Hamden 173 
 
 L. M Hamburgh. 1,35, 188, 288 
 
 L. M Harmony Grove . 258, 345 
 
 86; 8864 Harvest 340 
 
 11-10. D Harvey 174 
 
 86,86; 88 Hastings 208 
 
 S. M Haverhill 40, 355 
 
 L. M Hebron 8, 486, 508 
 
 L. M. D He leadeth me 133 
 
 S. M Hereford 18, 37 
 
 C. M Hermon 263, 450 
 
 C. M. D Hertford 346, 394 
 
 8s. D Hesperus 402, 482 
 
 7s. D Hollingside 155 
 
 7s Holyrood 285, 383 
 
 7-6. D Homeland 397 
 
 6s Hora Quietis 409 
 
 7s Horton 366 
 
 H. M Howitt 85,148 
 
 L. M Hull 97, 214 
 
 7-6. D Hullah 295, 432 
 
 C. M. D Invitation 23, 47 
 
 664 ; 6664 Italian Hymn 99 
 
 L. M. D Janua Coeli 213 
 
 7s Justin 167 
 
 L. M Keble. .. 
 
 H. M Kingdom. 
 
 7-6. D. (Tr.)...Kirk 
 
 .481 
 ..29 
 459 
 
 S. M Laban 341 
 
 10s Langran 264 
 
 S. M Langton 439, 483 
 
 664 ; 664 Lawrence 336 
 
 H. M Lenox .223,457 
 
 66,84. D Leoni in 
 
 C M London 114, 250, 423 
 
 7s Lubeck 239, 520 
 
 6s. D Lucerne 138 
 
 76,76 ; 77,76 Ludwig 247, 502 
 
 7s. 61 Lux 21 
 
 10,4,10,4; 10,10. Lux Benigna 306 
 
 55.55; 65,65 Lyons 124, 125 
 
ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF TUNES. 
 
 427 
 
 C. P. M Magdalene 350 
 
 CM Manoah. . . .277, 302, 343 
 
 C. M Marlow 339 
 
 7s. D Martyn 155 
 
 C. M Martyrdom, 
 
 88, 184, 186, 265, 501 
 
 C. M Martyrs 46, 201, 399 
 
 CM Mear.28, 81, 242,422, 506 
 
 C M Medfield 220, 378 
 
 L. M. 61 Melita 310 
 
 7s. D Mendelssohn 98, 172 
 
 L. M Mendon 25, 224, 241 
 
 C P. M Meribah 268 
 
 C.P.M Merrick 84, 287 
 
 78,78 ; 77 M'llvaine 206 
 
 L. M Miserere 256 
 
 L. M Missionary Chant, 
 
 48, 59, 156, 333, 472 
 
 7-6. D Missionary Hymn. . .444 
 
 7s Mizpeh 289, 327 
 
 7s Monkland 384 
 
 87,87 ; 887 Monmouth 233 
 
 S. M Monsell 87, 370 
 
 S. M Montgomery 280 
 
 CM. D Moravian Hymn 74 
 
 S. M Mornington 60, 115 
 
 L. M Moscow 445 
 
 L. P. M Nashville 14 
 
 C. M Nativity 77.337 
 
 L. M Nazareth 38, 43, 131 
 
 H. M Newbury 52, 82, 443 
 
 10, 11 ; 10,10. . .Nicaea 102 
 
 887 ; 887 ; 8448 . Nicolai 162 
 
 CM Northfield 454 
 
 7s Norwich 4, 244 
 
 C M Nottingham. 19, 425, 455 
 
 7s Nuremburg.130, 204, 225 
 
 64,64 ; 66,64. . .Oak 398 
 
 77,77 ; 88,88 . . . Offertory 276 
 
 L. M.. Old Hundredth, 
 
 66,67, 73, 75, 466, 523 
 
 S. M Olmutz, 
 
 45, 307, 362, 421, 500 
 
 66,84. D Olivers 218 
 
 664 ; 6664 Olivet 300 
 
 CM. D Oratory 141 
 
 86,86 ; 66,66 Paradise 407 
 
 S. M Parah 22, 235, 410 
 
 888,6 Park Church 286 
 
 L. M Park Street 72, 119 
 
 7-6. D Passion Choral 185 
 
 us Paulina. 296,512 
 
 S. M Pelham 485 
 
 777,5 Pentecost 249 
 
 S. M Pentonville 62, 465 
 
 66,86 ; 87 Pilgrimage 389 
 
 7s Pleyel's Hymn 360 
 
 us Portuguese Hymn. . .313 
 
 C M Preston 365 
 
 76,76 ; 78,76. . .Pretorium 190 
 
 L. M Quebec, 
 
 117, 246, 338, 363 
 
 7s. D Ramoth 274 
 
 C. M Raphael. . . .151, 329, 385 
 
 7s. D Rapture 390 
 
 8-7 Rathbun 116, 354 
 
 C. M Refuge.. .2, 248, 275, 375 
 
 L. M Retreat 431 
 
 H. M Rhine 226 
 
 L. M Rockingham, 
 
 11, 189, 262 
 
 7s. 61 Rock of Ages 105 
 
 7s. 61 Rosefield 515 
 
 L. M Rose Hill. . . 120, 298, 491 
 
 L. M Rothwell 118 
 
 C M St. Agnes, 
 
 101, 134, 177, 202, 372 
 
 C M St. Ann's, 
 
 44, 140, 221, 374 
 
 L. M. 61 St. Chrysostom 377 
 
 L. M St. Cross 182 
 
 7s. D St. George 51, 471 
 
 C M. D St. Leonard's, 
 
 293, 314, 418 
 
 C. M St. Martin's 76, 89 
 
 L. M. 61 St. Matthias 145 
 
 S. M St. Michael's, 
 
 70, 142, 386 
 
 C. M St. Peter 237, 318, 505 
 
 L. M. 61 St. Petersburg. . 178, 267 
 
 888,4 St. Saviour 149 
 
 S. M St. Thomas. . .33, 78, 426 
 
 10,10,10 ; 8 Salisbury 416 
 
 98,98 Sanctuary 504 
 
 L. M Saul 517 
 
 L. M. 61 Selena 164 
 
 6-5. D Severn 364 
 
 7s Seymour 479 
 
 S. M Shawmut 24 
 
 8-7. D. (Iamb.). Shining Shore 521 
 
 8-7 Sicilian Hymn . .236, 251 
 
 S. M Silver Street .... 136, 321 
 
 C M. D Solyma 396 
 
 7s. D Sorrento 127, 160 
 
428 
 
 ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF TUNES. 
 
 888,6 Southard 292 
 
 C. M Southport 492 
 
 CM Southwell. . . 57, 121, 427 
 
 7s. D Spanish Hymn, 
 
 6, 270, 429 
 
 88,7 ; 88,7 Stabat Mater 181 
 
 S. M Steggall 20, 437 
 
 85,83 Stephanos 238 
 
 CM Stephens 413 
 
 11,9; 11,9 Still Water 326 
 
 8-7 Stockwell 487 
 
 79-77 Stuart 463 
 
 8-7. D Stuttgart 58 
 
 L. M. D Sunset 477 
 
 S. M Swabia 316, 406, 415 
 
 664 ; 6664 Swanton 222 
 
 CM Swanwick 240 
 
 L. M Sweden, 
 
 175, 359. 473, 5i6 
 8-7 Sychar 9 
 
 L. M Talus' Hymn 475 
 
 L. M. Thanksgiving.. . 95, 448 
 
 S. M Thatcher 17, 39 
 
 87,87,87 Tilleard 104 
 
 7s. 61 Tintern 353 
 
 7s. 61 Toplady 195 
 
 S. M. D Trinity College 349 
 
 L. M Trenton 
 
 7-6. D Tully... 
 
 ,109 
 294 
 
 L. M UXBRIDGE IO, 30, 259 
 
 6s. D Via Lucis 371 
 
 8-7-4 Victoria 219 
 
 8-7. D Vienna 446 
 
 S. M. D Vigilate 232 
 
 C. M. D Vox Dilecti 273 
 
 7s Waldo 323 
 
 84,84 ; 8884. . . .Wales 309, 490 
 
 CM Warwick 3, 143 
 
 H. M Waterstock 5 
 
 7-6. D Webb 49 
 
 98,98 ; 88 Weimar 304 
 
 7-6. D Welcome 165 
 
 8-7-4 Welch 135 
 
 10s Winchcombe 231 
 
 C M Windsor 50, 55, 68 
 
 67,67 ; 66,66. . . Wittemberg 105 
 
 777,5 Woolsey 382 
 
 7s Worgan 207 
 
 8-7 Worthing 168 
 
 55,88,55 ZlNZENDORF 331 
 
 8-7-4 Zion 451 
 
METRICAL INDEX 
 
 OF 
 
 TUNES AND HYMNS. 
 
 Note, on the Classification of Meters.— Iambic meters, in English prosody, are those in 
 which the accent comes on every second syllable. But it is common, in the first two* syllables of 
 any line, to find the order of the accents reversed. 
 
 Trochaic meters are those in which every second syllable is unaccented. 
 
 Under the title " Anapestic meters" are included those which are constructed of triplets of syl- 
 lables. In hymns of this class, at the beginning of a line, it is not uncommon to find, instead of 
 one unaccented syllable, two such syllables to be sung in the time of one. 
 
 Those irregular meters which are constructed of Iambic and Trochaic lines in the same stanza, 
 are classified here according to the form of the first line. 
 
 I. IAMBIC METERS. 
 
 COMMON METER. (CM) 86,86. 
 
 Abney (St. George, Herrmann, Lutzen)— 
 N. Herrmann. 
 
 The mercies of my God and King 54 
 
 Th' eternal gates lift up their heads 212 
 
 Am I a soldier of the coss ? 344 
 
 A 11 nunc i a t ion— Garrett. 
 
 Hark the glad sound, the Saviour comes. 169 
 
 Ye choirs of New Jerusalem 205 
 
 Salvation, O the joyful sound 317 
 
 Arden—K. P. Parker. 
 
 A stranger in a barren land 266 
 
 Arlington — Dr. Arne. 
 
 A glory gilds the sacred page 139 
 
 When 1 can read my title clear 404 
 
 Armagh — Dr. Turle. 
 
 Sweet is the memory of thy grace 94 
 
 Blest day of God, most calm, most bright 436 
 If human kindness meets return 511 
 
 A z in on — Glaser. arr. L. Mason. 
 
 Firm as the earth thy gospel stands 315 
 
 We seek a rest beyond the skies 401 
 
 Jial or in a— Derived fr. a Spanish ballad. 
 
 My God, how wonderful thou art ! 113 
 
 I'll ?o to Jesus, though mv sin 279 
 
 Forever here my rest shall be 303 
 
 O for a closer walk with God 357 
 
 O God, by whom the seed is given 493 
 
 Rarby—W. Tansur. 
 
 As pants the hart for cooling streams. . . 27 
 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair 199 
 
 Beatitude — Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds . . 144 
 
 Now to the haven of thy breast 291 
 
 O for a heart to praise my God 367 
 
 Happy the home when God is there .... 435 
 
 Bedford— W. Wheall. 
 
 Thou art the way, to thee alone 163 
 
 In latter days, the mount of God 456 
 
 Bethlehem (Alexandria)— Dr. W. Arnold. 
 
 All that I was, my sin and guilt 322 
 
 Thy home is with the humble, Lord 356 
 
 When languor and disease invade 380 
 
 See Israels gentle Shepherd stand 433 
 
 Botvdoin Square — Abbe Vogler. 
 
 O that the Lord would guide my ways.. 80 
 
 Holy Spirit, Lord of grace 424 
 
 Bristol— Dr. E. Hodges. 
 
 1 set the Lord before my face 7 
 
 O God of Bethel, by whose hand 137 
 
 Cambridge — Dr. Randall. 
 
 Blest are the souls that hear and know.. 53 
 
 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come 65 
 
 Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes.. 519 
 China— Timothy Swan. 
 
 Why do we mourn departing friends. .. 408 
 Christmas — From Handel. 
 
 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve. . . 334 
 Cleopas.—J. Barnby. 
 
 The Lord be with us as we bend 499 
 
 Corona t io u . —Oliver Holden. 
 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name 216 
 
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 METRICAL INDEX OF TUNES AND HYMNS. 
 
 Cowper — L. Mason. 
 
 There is a fountain filled with blood 198 
 
 Crown Him — Ferdinand Hiller. 
 
 All hail the power of Jesus 1 name 216 
 
 Dedham — William Gardiner. 
 
 Lo, there's a voice of sovereign grace. . 290 
 Try us, O God, and search the ground. . 347 
 Great God, thy sovereign power impart 494 
 Lord, may the spirit of this feast 509 
 
 Dundee (French)— Scottish. 
 
 I waited patient for the Lord 26 
 
 In all my vast concerns with thee 93 
 
 Great God how infinite art thou 112 
 
 Great is the Lord ; his praise be great. . 470 
 
 Dunstan—]. Hay. 
 
 Early, my God, without delay 42 
 
 We wait in faith, in prayer we wait 449 
 
 Elvet— Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 O Jesus, King most wonderful 150 
 
 JEustis — Lord Mornington. 
 
 Jesus, the very thought of thee 152 
 
 Huston Jioad (Eventide).— Henry Smart. 
 
 Come, let us to the Lord our God 257 
 
 Hear what the voice from heaven 400 
 
 Come to the ark, come to the ark 458 
 
 Evan—W. H. Havergal. 
 
 Lord, I have made thy word my choice. 79 
 
 When all thy mercies, O my God 126 
 
 O Christ, our ever blessed Lord 197 
 
 Do not I love thee, O my Lord ? 333 
 
 Faith— Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat 261 
 
 O sinner, bring not tears alone 278 
 
 Lord, I believe, thy power I own 283 
 
 Dear refuge of my weary soul 376 
 
 Fulbert— Dr. H. J, Gauntlett. 
 
 The Lord will raise Jerusalem 69 
 
 How large the promise, how divine 434 
 
 Hermon—L. Mason. 
 
 While yet the life-proclaiming word 263 
 
 Daughter of Zion, from the dust 450 
 
 Eondo n— Scottish . 
 
 Supreme in wisdom as in power 114 
 
 My soul doth magnify the Lord 250 
 
 Give me the wings of faith to rise 423 
 
 Manoah—From Rossini. 
 
 O gracious God, in whom I live 277 
 
 help us. Lord : each hour of need. . . . 302 
 Lord, lead the way the Saviour went. . . 343 
 
 Marlow— English. 
 
 In all my Lord's appointed ways 339 
 
 Martyrdom (Avon)— H. Wilson. 
 
 Out of the deeps of long distress 88 
 
 1 saw One hanging on a tree 184 
 
 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed 186 
 
 O thou, whose tender mercy hears 265 
 
 The promise of my Father's love 501 
 
 Martyrs— Scottish. 
 
 Almighty Father of mankind . . 46 
 
 Oppressed with noon-day's scorching.. 201 
 Lord, it belongs not to my care 399 
 
 Mear—A. Williams. 
 
 O Lord, our fathers oft have told. 28 
 
 O how I love thv holy law 81 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 242 
 
 O where are kings and empires now 422 
 
 How sweet and awful is the place 506 
 
 Medfield — Wm. Mather. 
 
 He who on earth as man was known. . . 220 
 My God, the covenant of thy love 378 
 
 Nativity— H. Lahee. 
 
 Joy fills the dwellings of the just 77 
 
 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord 337 
 
 Nottingham (St. Magnus)— J. Clarke. 
 
 The Lord of glory is my light 19 
 
 Glory to God, whose witness-train 425 
 
 A mother may forgetful be 455 
 
 Northfield— Ingalls. 
 
 Lo, what a glorious sight appears 454 
 
 Freston—L. Mason. 
 
 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm.. 365 
 
 Raphael— From Donizetti. 
 
 O Jesus, thou the beauty art 151 
 
 Jesus, these eyes have never seen 329 
 
 My God, the spring of all my joys 385 
 
 Iicf'uge (Holy Trinity)— J. Barnby. 
 
 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray.. . 2 
 
 Why should the children of a King 248 
 
 O Jesus, Saviour of the lost 275 
 
 Father of love, our guide and friend . . . 375 
 
 St. Agnes— Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 Searcher of hearts ! from mine erase 101 
 
 From the first dawn of infant life 134 
 
 With joy we meditate the grace 177 
 
 Before the cross of him who died 202 
 
 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss. 372 
 
 St. Ann's— Dr. W. Croft. 
 
 Shine on our land, Jehovah, shine 44 
 
 Arise, my soul, my joyful powers 140 
 
 Come, let us join our cheerful songs 221 
 
 What tho' no flowers the fig-tree clothe. 374 
 
 St. Martin's— W. Tansur. 
 
 This is the day the Lord hath made 76 
 
 Arise, O King of grace, arise 89 
 
 St. Feter—A. R. Reinagle. 
 
 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 237 
 
 Amazing grace, how sweet the sound... 318 
 According to thy gracious word 505 
 
 Southport— George Kingsley. 
 
 Hail, tranquil hour of closing day 492 
 
 Southwell — H. S. Irons. 
 
 There is a safe and secret place 57 
 
 Thou grace divine, encircling all 121 
 
 Happy the souls to Jesus joined 427 
 
 Stephens (Nayland)— W. Jones. 
 
 Let saints below in concert sing 413 
 
 SwantvieJt — J. Lucas. 
 
 To our Redeemer's glorious name 240 
 
 Warwick — J. Stanley. 
 
 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear. . . 3 
 O for a thousand tongues to sing 143 
 
 Windsor (Dundee)— George Kirby. 
 
 God, my supporter and my hope 50 
 
 O God, our help in ages past 55 
 
 Through endless years thou art the same 68 
 
 COMMON METER, Six Lines (C. M. 61.) 
 
 86,86,86. 
 
 Frnnsrvich— Handel. 
 
 Father, I know that all my life 352 
 
METRICAL INDEX OF TUNES AND HYMNS. 
 
 43i 
 
 COMMON METER DOUBLE (C. M. D.) 
 86,86; 86,86. 
 
 A tiff lift — Old English Melody. 
 
 While shepherds watched their flocks.. 171 
 Ancyra (Anagola)— T. H. H. Crossley. 
 
 On Jordan's rugged banks I stand 395 
 
 Brattle Street— From Pleyel. 
 
 While thee I seek, protecting Power 128 
 
 Ellaeombe — German. 
 
 The Son of God goes forth to war 420 
 
 Fair Havens— Aaron Chapin. 
 
 mother dear, Jerusalem 412 
 
 Hertford— (Hereford)— H. J. Galntlett. 
 
 The Saviour, by whose name I'm called 346 
 There is a land of pure delight 394 
 
 Invitation — From L. Spohr. 
 
 Thro' all the changing scenes of life .... 23 
 My Saviour, my almighty Friend 47 
 
 Mo ra v ian Hy m n — Moravian. 
 
 1 love the Lord ; he lent an ear 74 
 
 Orator y — From " Oratory HymnsT 
 
 Father, how wide thy glory shines 141 
 
 St. Leonard's— Hexry Hiles. 
 
 Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord 293 
 
 And wilt thou now forsake me, Lord ... 314 
 
 Lord, who teachest us on earth 418 
 
 Sol;/ ma (Submission) — Fr. Michael Haydn. 
 
 Jerusalem, my happy home 396 
 
 Vox Dilecti— Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 1 heard the voice of Jesus say 273 
 
 LONG METER (L M.) 88,88. 
 
 All Saints (Wareham)— W. Knapp. 
 
 O God. thou art my God alone 41 
 
 Great God, beneatn whose piercing eye. 469 
 
 Ames— S. Neukomm. 
 
 When sins and fears prevailing rise 308 
 
 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears.. 330 
 Though now the nations sit beneath '452 
 
 Angelas — G. Josephi. 
 
 Jesus, whom angel hosts adore 170 
 
 With tearful eyes I look around 381 
 
 Ash irell—L. Mason. 
 
 O Spirit of the living God. . 245 
 
 O that my load of sin were gone 361 
 
 Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep . 518 
 
 Bava — ii T/ie Ten Commandments Tune." 
 
 Th' Almighty reigns, exalted high 63 
 
 Chester— From Schumann. 
 
 Eternal Source of light divme 132 
 
 Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts 153 
 
 My gracious Lord, I own thy right 260 
 
 How do thy mercies close me round 489 
 
 Doddridge (Rockingham)— Dr. Miller. 
 
 My God, and is thy table spread 510 
 
 Bal;e Street — J. Hatton. 
 
 Come let us sing the song of songs 215 
 
 Elparan — From Schultz. arr. Mason, 
 
 Another six days' work is done 441 
 
 Ensign — J. B. Calkin. 
 
 He reigns ; the Lord, the Saviour reigns 64 
 
 Lo, God is here !— let us adore 108 
 
 Federal Street— U. K. Oliver. 
 
 Show pity, Lord ! O Lord, forgive ! 34 
 
 Fountain of grace, rich, full and free. . . 159 
 
 O holy Lord, uplifted high 192 
 
 Whither, O whither should I fly 297 
 
 Germany (Bonn)— From Beethoven. 
 
 Saviour ! when night involves the skies. 146 
 How beauteous were the marks divine.. 176 
 
 Grace Church— From I. Pleyel. 
 
 A broken heart, my God, my King 36 
 
 My dear Redeemer and my Lord 180 
 
 Here at thy cross, my gracious Lord 281 
 
 In sleep's serene oblivion laid 474 
 
 Hamburg— L. Mason. From Greg. Tone. 
 
 Happy the man whose cautious feet 1 
 
 O thou that hear'st when sinners cry 35 
 
 When I survey the wondrous cross 188 
 
 Jesus, the sinner's friend, to thee 288 
 
 Harmony Grove — H. K. Oliver. 
 
 O happy day, that fixed my choice 258 
 
 Jesus, and shall it ever be 345 
 
 Hebron— Is. Mason. 
 
 What sinners value I resign 8 
 
 Thus far the Lord has led me on 486 
 
 At thy command, O Lord, our hope 508 
 
 Hull — German. 
 
 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord 97 
 
 What equal honors shall we bring 214 
 
 Keble—BR. J. B. Dykes 
 
 Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear 481 
 
 Mendon — German Melody. 
 
 High in the heavens, eternal God 25 
 
 He lives, the great Redeemer lives 224 
 
 Come, O Creator-Spirit blest 241 
 
 Miserere — L. W. Bacon. 
 
 With broken heart and contrite sigh 256 
 
 Missionary Chant — Ch. Zeuner. 
 
 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 48 
 
 Sweet is the work, my God. my King . . 59 
 
 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays 156 
 
 Awake our souls, away our fears 335 
 
 Awake my soul, and with the sun 472 
 
 Moscow — Russian. 
 
 Triumphant Zion ! lift thy head 445 
 
 Xazareth (Melcombe)— S. Webbe. 
 
 My God, in whom are all the springs... . 38 
 
 O "thou, whose mercy bends the skies. . . 43 
 
 O Lord, how full of sweet content 131 
 
 Old, Hundredth — Guillaume Franc. 
 
 Before Jehovah's awful throne 66 
 
 With one consent let all the earth 67 
 
 O God, mv heart is fixed, 'tis bent 73 
 
 From all that dwell below the skies 75 
 
 O God, beneath thy guiding hand 466 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings. .. 523 
 
 ParJc Street — F. Venua. 
 
 O render thanks to God above 72 
 
 God of my life, through all its days. ... 119 
 
 Quebec (Whitburn)— H. Baker. 
 
 Lord of all being, throned afar 117 
 
 Come, blessed Spirit, source'of light ... 246 
 
 O Master, let me walk with thee 338 
 
 Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell. 363 
 
 lietreat — T. Hastings. 
 
 From every stormy wind that blows, . . . 431 
 
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 METRICAL INDEX OF TUNES AND HYMNS. 
 
 Rockingham — L. Mason. 
 
 Great Sun of righteousness, arise n 
 
 O the sweet wonders of that cross 189 
 
 Now I resolve with all my heart 262 
 
 Rose Uill—G. F. Root. 
 
 My God, how endless is thy love ... 120 
 
 O God, thy grace and blessing give 298 
 
 O thou true Life of all that live 491 
 
 Rothwell—Wu. Tansur. 
 
 Thou, Lord, of all the parent art 118 
 
 St. Cross— Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 come and mourn with me awhile 182 
 
 Saul (The Dead March in Saul) — Handel. 
 
 Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb 517 
 
 Sweden — Dr. Henry Hiles. 
 
 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound 175 
 
 1 thirst, butnot, as once I did 359 
 
 New every morning is the love 473 
 
 How blest the righteous when he dies.. 516 
 
 Tallis' Hymn — Derived from a Canon 
 by Thomas Tallis. 
 Glory to thee, my God, this night 475 
 
 Thanksgiving — Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 My God, my King, thy various praise.. 95 
 From day to day belore our eyes 448 
 
 Trenton — Shields. 
 
 The Lord is King ! lift up thy voice 109 
 
 Uxbridge — L. Mason. 
 
 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord. . . 10 
 
 God is the refuge of his saints 30 
 
 No more, my God, I boast no more 259 
 
 LONG METER, Six Lines (L M. 61.) 
 88,88,88. 
 
 Benediction—]. Barnby. 
 
 Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go 497 
 
 Creation — Arranged from J. Haydn. 
 
 Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare.. . 12 
 Mel it a— Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 Though waves and storms go o'er my 310 
 
 St. Chrysostom — W. C. Filby. 
 
 As oft with worn and weary feet 377 
 
 St. Matthias— W. H. Monk. 
 
 When, streaming from the eastern skies. 145 
 St. Petersburg — Bortnianskt. 
 
 When gathering clouds around I view. . 178 
 
 Weary of wandering from my God 267 
 
 Selena — I. B. Woodbury. 
 
 Thou hidden Source of calm repose 164 
 
 LONG METER DOUBLE (L. M. D.) 
 
 He leadeth me — W. B. Bradbury. 
 
 He leadeth me ! O blessed thought 133 
 
 J~an.ua Cceli — Sir John Goss. 
 
 Our Lord is risen from the dead 213 
 
 Sunset— B. P. L. 
 
 At even, ere the sun was set 477 
 
 SHORT METER. 66,86. 
 Advent— J. B. Calkin. 
 
 Come, Lord, and tarry not 227 
 
 O where shall rest be found 254 
 
 Badea — German. 
 
 The Lord my Shepherd is 15 
 
 The harvest dawn is near 86 
 
 Not all the blood of beasts 196 
 
 Boylston — L. Mason. 
 
 I hear thy word with love 13 
 
 My soul, repeat his praise 71 
 
 I love thy kingdom, Lord 91 
 
 The day is past and gone 488 
 
 Cary — From Spohr. 
 
 One sweetly solemn thought 387 
 
 Chebar— Dr. H. J. Gauntlett. 
 
 Far from my heavenly home 92 
 
 Croydon— Lewis R. West. 
 
 My Maker and my King 129 
 
 Dennis — N ageli. 
 
 Blest are the sons of peace 90 
 
 How gentle God's commands 299 
 
 Dover— Old English. 
 
 Far as thy name is known 32 
 
 Give to the winds thy fears 305 
 
 My soul, it is thy God 342 
 
 Eastnor — A. King. 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, come 243 
 
 O what, if we are Christ's 428 
 
 Gorton— From Beethoven. 
 
 A charge to keep I have 369 
 
 O for the death of those 411 
 
 Gieenivood — J. E. Sweetser. 
 
 Come, kingdom of our God 228 
 
 Since Jesus is my friend 311 
 
 Haverhill — L. Mason. 
 
 In true and patient hope 40 
 
 Still with thee, O my God 355 
 
 Hereford — L. Mason. 
 
 Mine eyes and my desire 18 
 
 Against thee, Lord, alone 37 
 
 Laban—L,. Mason. 
 
 My soul, be on thy guard 341 
 
 Langton — Arr. C. Streatfield. 
 
 Welcome, sweet day of rest 439 
 
 The day, O Lord, is spent 483 
 
 Monsell — J. Barnby. 
 
 Out of the deep I call 87 
 
 Sweet is thy mercy, Lord 370 
 
 Montgomery — L. W. Bacon. 
 
 O cease, my wandering soul 280 
 
 Mornington — Lord Mornington. 
 
 Sweet is the work, O Lord 60 
 
 Commit thou all thy griefs 115 
 
 Olnmtz— Gregorian ; arr. Mason. 
 
 To bless thy chosen race 45 
 
 Your harps, ye trembling saints 307 
 
 Behold what wondrous grace 362 
 
 Blest be the tie that binds 421 
 
 Lord, at this closing hour 500 
 
 Banth — L. Mason. 
 
 O blessed souls are they 22 
 
 How heavy is the night 235 
 
 Forever with the Lord 410 
 
 Pelham—G. Kingsley. 
 
 The day of praise is done 485 
 
 Bentonville—T. Linley. 
 
 Come, sound his praise abroad 62 
 
 The Spirit in our hearts 465 
 
METRICAL INDEX OF TUNES AND HYMNS. 
 
 433 
 
 St. Michael's— J. Daye. 
 
 bless the Lord, my soul 70 
 
 To God, the only wise 142 
 
 Awake and sing the song 386 
 
 St. Thomas— A. Williams. 
 
 Great is the Lord our God 33 
 
 See what a living stone 78 
 
 For all thy saints, O God 426 
 
 Shaiemut— Gregorian ; arr. Mason. 
 
 Sure, there's a dreadful God 24 
 
 Silver Street— Isaac Smith. 
 
 Stand up and bless the Lord 136 
 
 Grace, 'tis a charming sound 321 
 
 Steggall— Dr. C. Steggall. 
 
 My spirit on thy care 20 
 
 This is the day of light 437 
 
 Swabia — German; arr. Havergal. 
 
 1 stand on Zion's mount 316 
 
 The people of the Lord 406 
 
 How honored is the place 415 
 
 Thatcher— From Handel. 
 
 To God, in whom I trust 17 
 
 When overwhelmed with grief 39 
 
 SHORT METER DOUBLE (S. M. D.) 
 
 66,86; 66,86. 
 Ascension— Dr. C. J. Elvey. 
 
 Thou art gone up on high 211 
 
 Buxton— G. W. Martin. 
 
 everlasting Light 157 
 
 Chalvey—L. G. Hayne. 
 
 A few more years shall roll 495 
 
 Diaitrmata—J. Barnby. 
 
 Crown him with many crowns 217 
 
 Furth—From J. Haydn. 
 
 How beauteous are their feet 442 
 
 Good Shejiherd—HKXRY. 
 
 1 was a wandering sheep 319 
 
 Trin it}/ College— J. H. Willcox. 
 
 Jesus, my strength, my hope 349 
 
 Vigilate (with Refrain)— Dr. C. Steggall. 
 The Church has waited long 252 
 
 66,66. 
 Horn Ouietis— Jenner. 
 
 There is a blessed home 409 
 
 666; 666. 
 Casirall—J. Barnby. 
 
 When morning gilds the skies 161 
 
 , 66,66; 66,66. 
 Via Lu rto D r. J. Stainer. 
 
 Thy way, not mine, O Lord 371 
 
 6466. 
 Evening Sacrifice— John Henry Hopkins. 
 The sun is sinking fast 484 
 
 64,64; 66,64. 
 Bethang— L. Mason. 
 
 Nearer, my God, to thee 358 
 
 Oak—L. Mason. 
 
 I'm but a stranger here 398 
 
 664 ; 664. 
 
 Latere nee — Arr. L. W. Bacon. 
 
 O thou best gilt of heaven 336 
 
 664 ; 6664 (6s &. 4s.) 
 America — Henry Carey. 
 
 My country, 'tis of thee 468 
 
 God bless our native land 467 
 
 Bayleg—E. L. White. 
 
 Shepherd of tender youth 166 
 
 Come, Holy Ghost — in love 252 
 
 Dort—L. Mason. 
 
 Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise 210 
 
 Fiat Lux—W. H. Havergal. 
 
 Thou, whose almighty word 100 
 
 Italian Hginn— Giardini. 
 
 Come, thou almighty King 99 
 
 Olivet — L. Mason. 
 
 My faith looks up to thee 300 
 
 Stvanton — L. Mason. 
 
 Glory to God on high 222 
 
 65,66; 44,44, or 66,66; 88 (H. M.) 
 
 Christ Church— -Dr. C. Steggall. 
 
 The Lord Jehovah reigns ; His throne. . no 
 Jerusalem on high 403 
 
 Da rivell— Rev. J. Darwell. 
 
 The promises I sing 312 
 
 Hoa-itt — John Zundel. 
 
 Their hearts shall not be moved 85 
 
 Join all the glorious names 148 
 
 Kingdom — J. K. Paine. 
 
 Gird on thy conquering sword 29 
 
 Lenox.— J. Edson. 
 
 Arise, my soul, arise 223 
 
 Blow ye the trumpet, blow 457 
 
 Neiebnrg— Michael Haydn. 
 
 Lord of the worlds above 52 
 
 Upward I lift mine eyes 82 
 
 O Zion, tune thy voice 443 
 
 Rhine— Dr. T. Hastings. 
 
 Rejoice, the Lord is King 226 
 
 Waterstock— Sir John Goss. 
 
 M y trust is in the Lord 5 
 
 66,84; 66,84. 
 Leoni— Hebrew Melody. 
 
 The God of Abraham praise in 
 
 Olivers — Dr. J. Stainer. 
 
 The goodly land I see 218 
 
 66,8 ; 66,8. (S. P. M.) 
 
 Dalston—A. Williams. 
 
 The Lord Jehovah reigns, and royal. ... fi 
 How pleased and blest was 1 83 
 
 66.86; 87. 
 Vilgrimage — A. S. Sullivan 
 
 From Egypt's bondage come 389 
 
 67,67; 66,66. 
 U'ittemberg (Nun danket alle Gott)— J. 
 Cri/ger ; arr. Mendelssohn. 
 Now thank we all our God 105 
 
434 
 
 METRICAL INDEX OF TUNES AND HYMNS. 
 
 76,76; 76,76. (7-6. D.) 
 
 Aurelia — Dr. S. S. Wesley. 
 
 The Church 's one foundation 414 
 
 O day of rest and gladness 438 
 
 Bartholdy (Munich)— Stc>rl; arr. Men- 
 delssohn. 
 
 O God, the Rock of ages 56 
 
 When human hopes all wither 203 
 
 Elwin—L.. Mason. 
 
 'Tis not that I did choose thee 320 
 
 O Bread to pilgrims given 503 
 
 JEwing — Alexander Ewing. 
 
 Jerusalem the golden ! 388 
 
 Exultation— Henry Smart. 
 
 Rejoice, all ye believers 234 
 
 Stand up, stand up for Jesus 332 
 
 Homeland— A. S. Sullivan. 
 
 The homeland, O the homeland 397 
 
 Hullah (Bentley)— John Hullah. 
 
 In holy contemplation 295 
 
 And is the time approaching 432 
 
 Missionary Hymn — L. Mason. 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains 444 
 
 Passion Choral— Hassler ; arr. Bach. 
 
 O sacred Head, now wounded 185 
 
 Tally— L. Mason. 
 
 In heavenly love abiding 294 
 
 Wehb— George James Webb. 
 
 Hail to the Lord's Anointed 49 
 
 Welcome— J. B. Dykes. 
 
 Come unto me, ye weary 165 
 
 76,76; 88. 
 Anatolius—J. Barnby. 
 
 The day is past and over 480 
 
 76,86; 76,86. 
 Al ford— Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 Ten thousand times ten thousand 392 
 
 888. 
 Cilicia— Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 Father, uncreated Lord 103 
 
 88,8; 88,8. (L. P. M.) 
 
 Corner-Stone— Old Choral ; arr. L. W. 
 Bacon. 
 I'll praise my Maker with my breath ... 96 
 Nashville — Gregorian ; arr. Mason. 
 
 1 love the volume of thy word 14 
 
 8884. 
 
 Al in salvia a— Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 O Lord of heaven, and earth, and sea . . 123 
 My God, my Father, while I stray 373 
 
 St. Saviour— E. J. Hopkins. 
 
 T esus, my Saviour, look on me 149 
 
 888,6. 
 Half oar— Balfour. 
 
 Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou 462 
 
 Park Church— Gounod ; arr. B. P. L. 
 
 Just as I am, without one plea 286 
 
 Southard— Arr. L. W. Bacon. 
 
 O holy Saviour, Friend unseen 292 
 
 86,86; 66,66. 
 Paradise— J. Barnby. 
 
 O Paradise, O Paradise 407 
 
 86; 886,4. 
 Harvest—S. J. Vail. 
 
 Nothing but leaves ! the Spirit grieves.. 340 
 
 86,86; 88. 
 Brunswick — Handel. 
 
 When I can trust my all with God 379 
 
 Hastings— Thomas Hastings. 
 
 How calm and beautiful the morn 208 
 
 88,6; 88,6 (C. P. M.j 
 Ariel— L,. Mason. 
 
 O could I speak the matchless worth ... 154 
 Ganges— Old Melody. 
 
 O God, my inmost soul convert 368 
 
 Fear not, O little flock, the foe 417 
 
 Magdalene— Dr. W. Hayes. 
 
 O Love divine, how sweet thou art 350 
 
 Meribah — L. Mason. 
 
 Bright scenes of bliss, unclouded skies.. 268 
 Merrick— Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 The festal morn, my God, is come 84 
 
 O thou that hear'st the prayer of faith. . 287 
 
 87,87. 
 Cecilia— Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 The King of love my shepherd is 16 
 
 Who trusts in God a strong abode 107 
 
 87,87; 87,88. 
 Shining Shore— George F. Root. 
 
 My days are gliding swiftly by 521 
 
 87,87; 66,667. 
 Ein' Feste Burg — Martin Luther. 
 
 Rejoice to-day with one accord 122 
 
 87,87; 887. 
 
 Alleyn—N. Decius ; arr. Mendelssohn. 
 
 God is our refuge, ever near 31 
 
 Sing praise to God. who reigns above. . . 106 
 
 Monmouth — Ascribed to Martin Luther. 
 Great God, what do I see and hear 233 
 
 887; 887; 8448. 
 Nicolai — Philip Nicolai. 
 
 O Morning Star, how fair and bright ... 162 
 
 98,98. 
 Sanctuary— Rev. C. J. Dickenson. 
 
 Bread of the world, in mercy broken. . . 504 
 
 98 98; 88. 
 Weimar — George Neumarck. 
 
 If thou but suffer God to guide thee 304 
 
 10, 10, fo, 10. (10s.) 
 Bickerstcth—From Mendelssohn. 
 
 Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the 513 
 
METRICAL INDEX OF TUNES AND HYMNS. 
 
 435 
 
 Ellers—E. J. Hopkins. 
 
 Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise 498 
 Ernan — Dr. L. Mason. 
 
 Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face 514 
 Eventide— W. H. Monk. 
 
 Abide with me ; fast tails the eventide. . 476 
 J.anfn'"it — James Langr^n. 
 
 Weary of earth and laden with my sin.. 264 
 Winchfiombe— J. B. Calkin. 
 
 The Bridegroom comes ; Bride of the.. . 231 
 
 10 4, 10 4 ; 10 10. 
 
 Lux Hen ion a — Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 Lead, kindly Light, amid th 1 encircling. 306 
 
 Salisbury— J. Barnby. 
 
 For all the saints who from their labor. . . 416 
 
 n,8; 10,8 
 
 Crusader's Hymn — A ncient Melody ; 
 arr. R. S. Willis. 
 Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature. 328 
 
 ege: 
 
 Lord of our life, and God of our 430 
 
 Now, God, be with us, for the night is. . 478 
 
 II. TROCHAIC METERS. 
 
 55.« B .55- 
 
 Zinzendorf — Adam Drese. 
 
 Jesus, still lead on 331 
 
 65,65; 65,65 (6-5. D.) 
 
 Severn— Dr. L. Mason. 
 
 Purer yet and purer 364 
 
 66,66; 66,66. 
 
 Lucerne— L. W. Bacon. 
 
 Lord, thy word abideth 138 
 
 77.77- (7S-) 
 
 Arimatliea (with Refrain)— C F. Roper. 
 
 Angel, roll the rock away 209 
 
 Dijon — German. 
 
 Jesus, grant me this, I pray 194 
 
 Durham (Holy Innocents) — From Pergo- 
 lesi. 
 
 Joyful be the hours to-day 147 
 
 Horton— Von Wartensee. 
 
 Prince of peace, control my will 366 
 
 Holyrooil—R. Redhead. 
 
 Weary sinner, keep thine eyes 285 
 
 When our heads are bowed with woe. . . 383 
 Justin (Vienna)— Knecht. 
 
 He has come, the Christ of God 167 
 
 Lilbeck — German. 
 
 I will praise thee every day 239 
 
 For thy mercy and thy grace 520 
 
 Mizpeh— From Beethoven. 
 
 Feeble, helpless, how shall I 289 
 
 Blessed Fountain, full of grace 327 
 
 Mpnklatid — J. P. Wilkes. 
 
 Children of the heavenly King 384 
 
 No ru'irh— English. 
 
 Gently, gently lay thy rod 4 
 
 Holy Ghost, with light divine 244 
 
 Nurembtirg — Derived from a German 
 Choral. 
 
 Praise to God, immortal praise 130 
 
 Christ the Lord is risen to-day 204 
 
 Wake the song of jubilee 225 
 
 DleyeVs Hymn— From Ignace Pleyel. 
 
 Jesus, take me for thine own 360 
 
 Seymour— From Von Weber. 
 
 Softly now the light of day 479 
 
 Waldo — From Mozart. 
 
 Saviour, teach me day by day 323 
 
 Worf/an (with Refrain)— Dr. Worgan. 
 
 Jesus Christ is risen to-day 207 
 
 77.77.77- (7 s - 61.) 
 
 Cyprus — From Mendelssohn. 
 
 Chosen, not for good in me 325 
 
 Dix — Gertnan. 
 
 Safely through another week 440 
 
 nitffield—L. W. Bacon. 
 
 Blessed Saviour, thee I love 187 
 
 Pity, Lord, the child of clay 2S2 
 
 Gethsemane—R. Redhead. 
 
 When this passing world is done 324 
 
 Glastonbury— Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 Till he come— O let the words 507 
 
 Lux— Dr. J. Stainer. 
 
 Lord, I look for all to thee 21 
 
 Iioch of Af/rs—DR. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 Rock of ages, cleft for me 195 
 
 Rosefleld—C. Malan. 
 
 Bread of heaven, on thee I feed 515 
 
 Tintern— Arthur H. Brown. 
 
 Ever patient, gentle, meek 353 
 
 Toplady—T. Hastings. 
 
 Rock of ages, cleft for me T n S 
 
43^ 
 
 METRICAL INDEX OF TUNES AND HYMNS. 
 
 77>7T. 77:77- (7 s - D.) 
 
 Benevento — S. Webbe. 
 
 Hark, the song of jubilee 229 
 
 Sinners, turn ; why will ye die 460 
 
 While, with ceaseless course, the sun. . . 522 
 
 Jieulah — E. Ives, Jr. 
 
 What are these in bright array 391 
 
 Cleveland — From Blumenthal. 
 
 Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin 271 
 
 Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep 461 
 
 Hoi ling side— Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 Jesus, lover of my soul 155 
 
 Martyn—S. B. Marsh. 
 
 Jesus, lover of my soul 155 
 
 Mendelssohn— Mendelssohn. 
 
 Praise the Lord, his glories show 98 
 
 Hark, the herald-angels sing 172 
 
 Jtamoth— J. B. Calkin. 
 
 Lord, to thee alone we turn 274 
 
 Jlapture — From J. Haydn. 
 
 Palms of glory, raiment bright 390 
 
 St. George— Dk. C. J. Elvey. 
 
 Pleasant are thy courts above 51 
 
 Come, ye thankful people, come 471 
 
 Sorrento— J. H. Deane. 
 
 Lord of earth, thy forming hand 127 
 
 Christ, of all my hopes the ground 160 
 
 Spanish Hymn — Unknown. 
 
 Lord of mercy, just and kind 6 
 
 Does the Gospel-word proclaim 270 
 
 People of the living God 429 
 
 777.5- 
 Pentecost — A. S. Sullivan. 
 
 Holy Ghost, the Infinite 249 
 
 Woolsey — L. W. Bacon. 
 
 In trie dark and cloudy day 382 
 
 77-77i 88,88. 
 
 Offertory — R. Redhead. 
 
 Holy offerings, rich and rare 276 
 
 76,76; 76,76. 
 
 Kirk — From Herold. 
 
 Dying souls, fast bound in sin 459 
 
 76,76; 77,76. 
 
 Amsterdam — Dr. Nares. 
 
 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings ... 393 
 
 Tsudivig — From Beethoven. 
 
 Blessed Comforter, come down 247 
 
 Lamb of God, whose bleeding love 502 
 
 76,76 ; 78,76. 
 
 Affection— Mozart ; arr. Paine. 
 
 God of my salvation, hear 191 
 
 Thou. O Lord, in tender love 351 
 
 Pretorium—C E. Stephens. 
 
 Jesus, let thy pitying eye 190 
 
 76,76; 88.77. 
 
 Calvary— K. P. Parker. 
 
 Jesus, Name all names above 193 
 
 78,78; 77- 
 
 M'Uvaine—From J. Haydn. 
 
 Jesus lives, and so shall I 206 
 
 79-77- 
 Stuart — L. Mason. 
 
 Haste, O sinner, now be wise 463 
 
 84,84; 8884. 
 
 Wales — Welsh Air. 
 
 Through the love of God, our Saviour.. 309 
 God, who madest earth and heaven 490 
 
 85.83. 
 Stephanos— W. H. Monk. 
 
 Art thou weary, art thou languid 238 
 
 87,87. (8-7-) 
 llathhnn — I. Conkey. 
 
 God is love ; his mercy brightens 116 
 
 Know, my soul, thy lull salvation 354 
 
 Sicil ia n Hymn — Sicilian. 
 
 Saviour, source of every blessing 236 
 
 Saviour, visit thy plantation 251 
 
 Stockwell—D. E. Jones. 
 
 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing. . . 487 
 Sychar — Dr. J. B. D^kes. 
 
 Lo, the Lord Jehovah hveth 9 
 
 Worth inn — From Schultz. 
 
 Hail, thou long-expected Jesus 168 
 
 87,87,87. (8-7. 61.) 
 
 Edom—C. Gounod. 
 
 Christ is made the sure foundation 419 
 
 Tilleard—]. Turle. 
 
 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us 104 
 
 87,87; 87,87. (8-7. D.) 
 
 BeecJier— John Zundel. 
 
 Love divine, all love excelling 348 
 
 Bethabara, (Bethany)— Henry Smart. 
 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken 272 
 
 Hear what God the Lord hath spoken. . 447 
 Christi gratia— A. R. Reinagle. 
 
 Gently, Lord, O gently lead us 301 
 
 Esther— Arr. John Zundel. 
 
 Light of those whose dreary dwelling. . . 158 
 Friendship — From Mozart. 
 
 One there is, above all others — 179 
 
 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing 200 
 
 Stuttgart—]. Zundel, 
 
 Call Jehovah thy salvation 58 
 
 Vienna. (Austria)— -J. Haydn. 
 
 Glorious things of thee are spoken 446 
 
 87,87; 337- 
 
 Even We—W. B. Bradbury. 
 
 Pass me not, O God, our Father 253 
 
METRICAL INDEX OF TUNES AND HYMNS. 
 
 437 
 
 87,87; 47. (8-7-4O 
 
 Ezeliiel— J. H. Willcox. 
 
 See from Zion's sacred mountain 453 
 
 Greenville—]. J. Rousseau. 
 
 Come, ve wearv, heavv-laden 284 
 
 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing 496 
 
 Hanulen—L. Mason'. 
 
 Angels from the realms of glory 173 
 
 Victoria — W. H. Monk. 
 
 Look, ye saints ! the sight is glorious. .. 219 
 
 Welch— E. J. Hopkins. 
 
 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah 135 
 
 Zion — T. Hastings. 
 
 On the mountain's top appearing 451 
 
 88,7; 88,7. 
 
 Genoa— J. Barnby. 
 
 •From the cross the blood is falling 183 
 
 Stabnt Matet — Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 When no eye its pity gave us 18 r 
 
 87,887; 77,77. 
 
 Expectation— W . H. Monk. 
 
 Thou art coming, O my Saviour 230 
 
 10,11; 10,10. 
 
 Niccea — Dr. J. B. Dykes. 
 
 Holy, holy, holy ! Lord God almighty. . 102 
 
 III. ANAPESTIC METERS. 
 
 55.55; 6 5. 6 5- 
 Lyons — Michael Haydn. 
 
 O worship the King, all-glorious above. 124 
 Ye servants of God, your Master 125 
 
 558; 558. 
 Garnet— T. Hastings. 
 
 Forgive my folly, O Lord most holy 255 
 
 88,88; 88,88. (8s. D.) 
 
 Hesperus- 
 
 -French Melody, 
 Bacon. 
 
 arr. L. W. 
 
 My Saviour, whom absent I love 402 
 
 Inspirer and hearer of prayer 482 
 
 1111 ; 11,11. (us.) 
 
 Expostulation — Old Melody. 
 
 Delay not, delay not ; O sinner, draw. . . 464 
 
 Frederick — George Kingsley. 
 
 I would not live alway, I ask not to stay 405 
 
 Fan Un a— Donizetti : arr. L. VV. Bacon. 
 
 O eyes that are weary, and hearts that. . 296 
 O thou who hast died to redeem us from 512 
 
 Portuguese Hymn (Adeste, fideles) — 
 J. Reading. 
 How fir.n a foundation, ye saints. . 313 
 
 11,9; 11,9 
 
 Still Water— T. Hastings. 
 
 O tell me, thou life and delight of mj'. . . 326 
 
 11,10: 11,10. 
 
 Consolation— S. Webbe. 
 
 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye 269 
 
 11,10; 11,10: 11,10; 11,10. (11-10. D.) 
 
 Harvey— A. Harvey. 
 
 Brightest and best of the sons of the 174 
 
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