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SONGS IN THE NIGHT: 
 
 HYMNS 
 
 tck anb Suffering 
 
 hompsom 
 
 • Where is God, ray Maker, 
 Who giveth Songs in the Night? '— Job, 35 : 10. 
 
 BOSTON: 
 
 BENJAMIN PERKINS. 
 1845. 
 
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the Year 1845, 
 
 By Benjamin Perkins, 
 
 In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of 
 
 Massachusetts. 
 
 BOSTON: 
 
 S. N. DICKINSON, PRINTER. 
 52 Washington Street. 
 
PREFACE 
 
 So far as is known to the compiler, this volume 
 is the first of the kind published in tins country. 
 Within a few years past, several collections simi- 
 lar in their general character have appeared in 
 England. German literature, too, is any thing but 
 deficient in this department. A specimen may be 
 found in Knapp's Liederschatz, B. II, where it 
 will be seen, that hymns 3057 — 30S1 are ex- 
 pressly for the sick. There have also been for 
 many years distinct collections in that language ; 
 Lavater's Lieder fur Leidende, 1787, Svo. ' Hymns 
 for Sufferers' — Auswahl der besten Trostgesange 
 fur Leidende, von J. S. Fest, Leipsic, 17 S 9. Svo. 
 1 Selections of the best Consolatory Songs for 
 Sufferers.' 
 
 That such collections are desirable would seem 
 quite obvious. The sick and suffering are gener- 
 ally unable to listen, or to read, frith attention, 
 for any length of time continuously. An adapta- 
 tion, therefore, to their case will be found in the 
 
IV PREFACE. 
 
 brevity of these lyrical productions. And no one 
 needs to be informed, that in suitable poetry there 
 is also an especial adaptation. Its condensed 
 and harmonious form of expression arrests and 
 tranquillizes the mind beyond any other mode of 
 human address. 
 
 The following collection includes pieces original 
 and selected; chiefly the latter; most of which 
 it is presumed are not familiarly known in this 
 country. A few, however, have been inserted 
 because of their familiarity, their acknowledged 
 excellence, and particular adaptation to the de- 
 sign of this volume. 
 
 It will probably be found that, so far as suited 
 to lyrical purposes, the more usual, and more im- 
 portant circumstances and spiritual necessities of 
 the sick-room have been specifically remembered 
 in this collection. A passage of Scripture, entire 
 or in part, is prefixed to each hymn, that the best 
 of all comforters and instructors may be kept con- 
 stantly in mind. The hope is entertained that 
 where wearisome days and nights are appointed, 
 this volume will, in numberless instances, answer 
 the question, ■ Is there no balm in Gilead ? is 
 there no Physician there ? ' 
 
INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS 
 
 TO 
 
 THE INVALID. 
 
 Of few days and full of trouble ; such is an 
 epitome of human life. You, my friend, are now 
 ready to admit the truth of this. You are labor- 
 ing under disease. Former activity has given 
 place to confinement. Your situation is that of 
 disappointment, irksomeness, and pain. A word 
 of Christian interest cannot be unacceptable to 
 you. As one who by experience is not wholly 
 unacquainted with your case, let me suggest a 
 few things. 
 
 You have been asking yourself in the retire- 
 ment of tins room, Why is it that I — why is it 
 that man should be heir to so much suffering? 
 Evidently and only because of so much sin. 
 Wherefore, as by one man sin entered into the 
 world, and death by sin, and so death passed 
 
VI. INTRODUCTION. 
 
 upon all men, for that all have sinned. All suf- 
 fering is penal. The pains you now undergo 
 form a part of what is wrapped up in that com- 
 prehensive and ponderous word, 'death.* The 
 sickness and other evils incident to our fallen 
 state are one mighty expression of God's dis- 
 pleasure at sin. Every pain endured by man 
 since the apostasy has been a punitive messenger 
 reminding how dreadful is human guilt. You 
 will not understand me as intimating that retribu- 
 tion is limited to the present life. No ; the tran- 
 sient paroxysm, and the intermittent burning now 
 felt, are only precursors of the worm that dieth not, 
 and the fire that is not quenched. Bear in mind 
 then that one design of this sickness is to impress 
 upon you the fact of universal sinfulness and the 
 consequent curse, and of your participation in the 
 same. Do you penitently admit your own sinful- 
 ness? Do you feel your utter moral helpless- 
 ness ? Do you see convincingly your need of an 
 almighty Saviour? ■ For thus saith the Lord, 
 Thy bruise is incurable, and thy wound is griev- 
 ous. There is none to plead thy cause, that thou 
 mayest be bound up ; thou hast no healing medi- 
 
INTRODUCTION. Vll 
 
 cines.' WiB you not then cry to the great Phy- 
 sician, ' Lord Jesus, have mercy on me ? ' 
 
 But it is also true, a present Providence has 
 ordered your sickness. You have spoken of an 
 hereditary predisposition, a certain exposure, an 
 over- exertion, with which your illness seems to 
 stand connected. This is proper. But beware of 
 suffering such an expression, as ' It happened thus 
 or thus,' to beguile you into a denial of God's 
 constant inspection and control of the events — 
 the minutest even — of your whole life. The 
 very hairs of your head are all numbered. And 
 affliction cometh not forth of the dust, neither 
 doth trouble spring out of the ground. "Weari- 
 some nights are appointed unto you. God has 
 laid you upon this bed. As truly has he done it, 
 as if his unseen hand had become visible in con- 
 ducting you hither. 
 
 Your thoughts have probably anticipated me in 
 saying that resignation, complete resignation, is 
 justly claimed of you. Wherefore doth a living 
 man complain, a man for the punishment of his 
 sins ? There is infinite propriety in your suffer- 
 ing thus. Meek submission to it, therefore, as 
 
Vlll INTRODUCTION. 
 
 merited, and more than merited, is what God 
 challenges first of all. Be still, and know that I 
 am God. An approving apprehension of his 
 justice is as indispensable as of his goodness. 
 Neither can exist acceptably to him without the 
 other. 
 
 And can you not at tins moment see occasion 
 for both? Is the full measure of your deserts 
 meted out to you? The rod is indeed applied, 
 but it is not the scorpion. You are not lifting up 
 your eyes in torment, in devouring flames. Mer- 
 cies are mingled with judgments. Kindness and 
 severity are blended mysteriously in your case as 
 in the case of every sinner while in probation. 
 For he doth not afflict willingly, nor grieve the 
 children of men. In every stroke of his rod, in 
 every pain, there is also a fatherly forbearance. 
 Strict justice demands everlasting and unmiti- 
 gated miseiy, and the full and penitent admission 
 of this, God insists upon. You seem to look dis- 
 trustful, as if this were a strange or a hard doc- 
 trine. But, my friend, I dare not deal an opiate 
 doctrine. God has bidden me speak to you affec^ 
 tionately, yet plainly and solemnly. Woe is unto 
 
INTRODUCTION. IX 
 
 me if I administer what shall benumb your con- 
 science. Unwarranted consolation would stupefy 
 only to destroy. 
 
 But, you are a professed Christian. God is now 
 applying a test, that you may know whether you 
 are truly such ; and, if so, that you may become 
 more eminently such. He has placed you in the 
 alembic of suffering. It may seem to you, that in 
 the process there is intensity, and even fury. But 
 all that he does is needful. It is not in anger, 
 that the refiner puts the precious metal into the 
 fire. David could say, — ■ I was dumb, I opened 
 not my mouth, because thou didst it.' Can you 
 say the same ? — ' that the trial of your faith, being 
 much more precious than of gold, that perisheth, 
 though it be tried with fire, might be found unto 
 praise, and honor, and glory, at the appealing of 
 Jesus Christ ; whom, having not seen, you love ; 
 in whom, though now you see him not, yet, be- 
 lieving, you rejoice with joy unspeakable and full 
 of glory.' Is this true of you ■ Is Christ in you 
 the hope of glory? Does your soul rest on him, 
 cleave to him, as its sole hope of salvation ? Look 
 to Mount Calvary. Do you view him, who bleeds 
 
X INTRODUCTION. 
 
 there, as the Lamb of God, suffering vicariously 
 for you ? Do you see how divine justice is there 
 vindicated? Do you see a flood of glory, that 
 illuminates heaven and earth, pouring from that 
 rude cross ? ' My Lord and my God ! ' is that the 
 profession of your faith? Does Christ, as your 
 atoning and interceding High Priest, sway your 
 soul supremely and irresistibly ? 
 
 It is your hope, — it is mine, too, — that you 
 are a Christian. But to the Christian, Christ is 
 all in all. These sufferings of yours should serve 
 as a constant memento of Christ's sufferings. 
 Ponder upon the crucifixion, till you can honestly 
 say, — ' God forbid that I should glory, save in the 
 cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom the 
 world is crucified unto me, and I unto the world/ 
 Here is a twofold crucifixion, — that of Christ, 
 and through him, the mutual crucifixion of the 
 world and the believer. And what is here meant 
 by the world ? All objects of unlawful desire. And 
 what by crucifixion to it ? The slaying of worldly - 
 mindedness. And how is this effected through 
 Christ, or his cross ? It is by virtue of that union, 
 which brings the believer into the fellowship of 
 
INTRODUCTION. XI 
 
 Christ's sufferings, being made conformable unto 
 his death. Just in proportion as you obtain a 
 spiritual discernment of Christ and his cross, will 
 you, by a sanctified sympathy, die unto sin, and 
 live unto righteousness. The Christian may be- 
 come, — ought to become, — so bound to his Lord, 
 that he shall seem identified with him in the 
 crucifixion, — as it were, nailed himself to the 
 cross. By the cross, he is, to be sure, freed from 
 the punishment of sin ; but by it, he is also freed 
 from what is unspeakably more to be dreaded, — 
 the power of sin. 
 
 My friend, can you say, in sincerity, — ' I am 
 crucified with Christ ; nevertheless, I live ; yet, 
 not I, but Christ liveth in me ? ' Then must you 
 have seen how righteously you were condemned 
 by your Sovereign ; you must have felt how im- 
 potent you were, in yourself ; and you must have 
 had convincing experience of justification by 
 faith alone. Your assurance, you find gradually 
 strengthened. You cry — 'Lord, I believe; help 
 thou mine unbelief.' 
 
 You speak of a remaining disposition, at times, 
 to murmur. Guard well against it. Humble 
 
Xll INTRODUCTION. 
 
 yourself under the mighty hand of God, casting 
 all your care upon him, for he careth for you. He 
 knows infinitely well what is best for you. Your 
 physician may often mistake your case ; but God 
 never. Nothing comes from him, that betrays 
 want of skill, or that proves pernicious. Yet, 
 whom the Lord loveth, he chasteneth; and 
 scourgeth every son whom he receiveth. Take, 
 then, this allotment, much as it may disappoint, 
 and, in various ways, try you ; take it, as a pater- 
 nal dispensation, and bless God that he has so 
 ordered it. 
 
 Tribulation worketh patience. This is quite 
 foreign to apathy. Stoicism forms no part of 
 Christianity. Not to feel at all is no proof of 
 submission ; nor is it proof that a person is not 
 submissive because he feels deeply. Nor does 
 this Christian virtue exclude all desire and effort 
 for relief. Our great Exemplar fell on his face, 
 and prayed, saying, — ' O, my Father, if it be 
 possible, let this cup pass from me ; nevertheless, 
 not as I will, but as thou wilt.' There is the 
 great point, after all, and above all, a cheerful, 
 complete, and filial surrender. ' Relieve and re- 
 
INTRODUCTION. Xlll 
 
 store, O God, if ray own good permit it ; if the 
 good of others permit it, if thine own glory permit 
 it, do thou spare and heal me ; nevertheless, not 
 as I will, but as thou wit.' Such must be your 
 feeling and your prayer, when, like Christ, you are 
 in an agony, and like him are resigned. 
 
 Let patience have her perfect work. This 
 sickness may prove a peculiarly long and trying 
 one. It may be, that an incurable disease has 
 been sent upon you. Your sufferings may be 
 greatly multiplied in number and intensity. But 
 that will not furnish apology for one murmur. Be 
 watchful against exliibiting fretfulness or peevish- 
 ness to those about you. Let not the Christian 
 name be wounded in this room. "Watch and 
 pray, that you may suppress all inward risings of 
 discontent. It is God, who has closed this door 
 upon you, and it is for a private conference, and 
 that, perhaps, a long one. He now inrmires, 
 whether you are truly his child ? whether, in full 
 view of the rod that is raised, you will say, — ' It 
 is the Lord, let him do what seemeth him good ; ' 
 whether, in reference to suffering more severely, 
 
XIV INTRODUCTION. 
 
 or less severely, for a longer or a shorter time ; 
 whether to die now, or to recover, you can calmly 
 say, — ' Thy will be done.' The pliant vine is 
 pruned ; and it weeps, indeed, yet is it the more 
 fruitful, while the thorn-tree stands armed against 
 all approaches. The knife does not change its 
 nature, and the very dews of heaven only render 
 it the more vigorously repulsive. Herein is 
 my Father glorified, that ye bring forth much 
 fruit. 
 
 But, however protracted and severe your suf- 
 ferings, stay your mind upon the promise, — c As 
 thy days, so shall thy strength be/ — and you will 
 find this continued assurance, — The Lord will 
 command his loving kindness in the day-time; 
 and in the night his song shall be with me, and 
 my prayer unto the God of my life. The Jewish 
 Rabbies repeat a tradition, that David had a harp 
 suspended at the head of his bed ; and that, when- 
 ever the north wind blew upon it at night, it 
 yielded the most agreeable music. Though a 
 figment of the Talmud, this contains, symboli- 
 cally, a pleasing truth. The severest blasts which 
 
INTRODUCTION. XV 
 
 God sends upon the good man, only awaken in Ins 
 soul the harmony of sanctified emotions. 
 
 ' 0. may thy heart in tune be found. 
 Like David's harp, of solemn sound.' 
 
 The pains yon now feel are sharp monitors of 
 your frailty. Are you ready for the issue ? Are 
 you willing to die to-day ? Can you, in the calm- 
 ness of Christian confidence, say, — ' Father, into 
 thy hands I commend my spirit, — Lord Jesus, 
 receive my spirit.' Tell me now, deliberately, 
 whether you cannot say, — 'I have a desire to 
 depart, and to be with Christ, which is far better ? ' 
 — That yes, you would not exchange for ten thou- 
 sand worlds. There is reason to think, that this 
 room may prove the ante -chamber of heaven. 
 What is death to the believer? It is the begin- 
 ning of eternal life. It is only opening the door 
 to let a prisoner of hope out into the pure air and 
 sunlight of heaven. It is sending a weary pilgrim 
 home to his everlasting rest. It is the coronation 
 day of one, who shall reign with Christ forever. 
 ; death ! where is thy sting ? O, grave ! where 
 
XVI INTRODUCTION. 
 
 is thy victory ? I am the resurrection and the 
 life. My grace is sufficient for thee. 
 
 Now 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. 
 
SONGS IN THE NIGHT. 
 
 PRAYER FOR THE SICK. 
 
 Is any sick among you? let him call for the Elders of the Church, and 
 let them pray over him. — Jamts 5 : 14. 
 
 O Lord, our strength and righteousness. 
 Our hope and refuge in distress, 
 
 Our Saviour and our God ! 
 See here, a helpless sinner see, 
 Weak and in pain he looks to thee, 
 
 For healing in thy blood. 
 
 In sickness make thou all his bed, 
 Thy hand support his fainting head, 
 
 His feeble soul defend ; 
 Teach him on thee to cast his care, 
 And all his grief and burden bear, 
 
 And love him to the end. 
 1 
 
H Y M N 8 . 
 
 If now thou wilt his soul require, 
 O, sit as a refiner's fire, 
 
 And purge it first from sin ; 
 Thy love hath quicker wings than Death, 
 The fulness of thy Spirit breathe, 
 
 And bring thy nature in. 
 
 If in the vale of" tears thy will 
 Appoints him to continue still, 
 
 O, sanctify his pain ; 
 And let him patiently submit 
 To suffer as thy love sees fit, 
 
 And never once complain. 
 
 O, let him look to thee alone, 
 That all thy will on him be done ; 
 
 His only pleasure be, 
 Alike resigned to live or die, # 
 As most thy name may glorify, 
 
 To live or die to thee. 
 
 THE LORD KNOWS WHAT IS BEST. 
 
 For who knoweth what is good for man in this life ? — Ecdes. 6 : 12. 
 
 What, many times I musing asked, is man, 
 
 If grief and care 
 Keep far from him ? he knows not what he can, 
 
 What cannot bear. 
 
H Y M X S . 
 
 He, till the fire liatli purged him, doth remain 
 
 Mixed all with dross : 
 To lack the loving discipline of pain, 
 
 Were endless loss. 
 
 Yet when my Lord did ask me on what side 
 
 I were content 
 The grief, whereby I must be purified, 
 
 To me were sent, 
 
 As each imagined anguish did appear, 
 
 •Each withering bliss 
 Before my soul, I cried, ' O ! spare me here, 
 
 O no, not this ! ' 
 
 Like one that having need of, deep within, 
 
 The surgeon's knife, 
 Would hardly bear that it should graze the skin, 
 
 Though for his life. 
 
 Nay then but he, who best doth understand, 
 
 Both what we need, 
 And what can bear, did take my case in hand, 
 
 Nor crying heed. 
 
HYMNS, 
 
 THE SCHOOL OF SUFFERING. 
 
 In the day when I cried thou answeredst me, and strengthenedst me 
 with strength in my soul. — Psalm 133 : 3. 
 
 Saviour ! beneath thy yoke, 
 
 My wayward heart doth pine ; 
 All unaccustomed to the stroke 
 Of love divine : 
 Thy chastisements, my God, are hard to bear, 
 Thy cross is heavy for frail flesh to wear. 
 
 1 Perishing child of clay ! 
 
 Thy sighing I have heard ; 
 Long have I marked thy evil way, 
 How thou hast erred : 
 Yet fear not — by my own most holy name 
 I will shed healing through thy sin-sick frame.' 
 
 Praise to thee, gracious Lord ! 
 
 I fain would be at rest ; 
 O, now fulfil thy faithful word, 
 And make me blest : 
 My soul would lay her heavy burden down, 
 And take with joy fulness the promised crown. 
 
 ' Stay, thou short-sighted child ! 
 There is much first to do ; 
 Thy heart, so long by sin defiled, 
 I must renew : 
 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 Thy will must here be taught to bend to mine.. 
 Or the sweet peace of Heaven can ne'er be tfa 
 
 Yea. Lord, but thou canst soon 
 
 Perfect thy work in me, 
 Till, like the pure, calm summer moon, 
 I shine by thee — 
 A moment shine, that all thy power may trace, 
 Then pass in stillness to my heavenly pi:. 
 
 ' Ah ! coward soul, confess 
 
 Thou shrinkest from my cure. 
 Thou tremblest at the sharp distress 
 Thou must endure : 
 The foes on every hand, for war arrayed, 
 The thorny path in tribulation laid. 
 
 1 The process slow of years, 
 The discipline of life, — 
 Of outward woes and secret te 
 Sickness and strife, — 
 The idols taken from thee one by one, 
 Till thou canst dare to live with me alone. 
 
 1 Some gentle souls there are 
 "Who yield unto my love, 
 Who, ripening fast beneath my care, 
 I soon remove : 
 But thou stiff-necked art, and hard to rule, 
 Thou must stay longer in affliction's school; 
 
D HYMNS. 
 
 My Maker and my King ! 
 Is this thy love to me ? 
 O, that I had the lightning's wing, 
 From earth to flee, — 
 How can I bear the heavy weight of woes, 
 Thine indignat on on thy creature throws ? 
 
 1 Thou can'st not, O my child, 
 So hear my voice again — 
 I will bear all thy anguish wild, 
 Thy grief — thy pain : 
 My arms shall be around thee day by day, 
 My smile shall cheer thee on thy heavenward way. 
 
 ' In sickness, I will be 
 
 Watching beside thy bed; 
 In sorrow, thou shalt lean on me 
 Thy aching head : 
 In every struggle thou shalt conqueror prove, 
 Nor death itself shall sever from my love.' 
 
 O grace beyond compare ! 
 
 love most high and pure ! 
 Saviour begin, no longer spare — 
 
 1 can endure : 
 
 Only vouchsafe thy grace, that I may live 
 Unto thy glory, who canst so forgive. 
 
 1 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 THE MYSTERY OF CHASTISEMENT. 
 
 We glory also in tribulations. — Romans 5 : 3. 
 
 Within this leaf, to every eye 
 So little worth, doth hidden lie 
 Most rare and subtile fragraney : 
 
 Would' st thou its secret strength unbind i 
 Crush it, and thou shalt perfume find, 
 Sweet as Arabia's spicy wind. 
 
 In this dull stone, so poor, and bare 
 Of shape or lustre, patient care 
 Will find for thee a jewel rare. 
 
 But first must skilful hands essay, 
 
 With file and flint, to clear away 
 
 The film, which hides its fire from day. 
 
 This leaf? this stone ? It is thy heart : 
 It must be crushed by pain and smart, 
 It must be cleansed by sorrow's art — 
 
 Ere it will yield a fragrance sweet, 
 Ere it will shine, a jewel meet 
 To lay before thy dear Lord's feet. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 THE REEDsEKS EIRE. 
 
 He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver. — Malachi 3 : 3. 
 
 He that from dross would win the ore, 
 Bends o'er the crucible an earnest eye, 
 
 The subtile, searching process to explore, 
 
 Lest the one brilliant moment should pass by, 
 
 When in the molten, silvery, virgin mass, 
 He meets his pictured face as in a glass. 
 
 Thus in God's furnace are his people tried ; 
 
 Thrice happy they who to the end endure ; 
 But who the fiery trial may abide ? 
 
 Who from the crucible 'come forth so pure, 
 That he, whose eyes of flame look through the 
 whole, 
 
 May see his image perfect in the soul ? 
 
 Nor with an evanescent glimpse alone, 
 
 As in that mirror the refiner's face ; 
 But stamped with Heaven's broad signet, there 
 be shown 
 Immanuel's features full of truth and grace ; 
 And round that seal of love this motto be, 
 ' Not for a moment, but — Eternity ! ' 
 
H Y M N S . 
 
 GODs'G TO CHEIST. 
 
 Him that cometh unto me, I will in no wise cast out. — John 6 : 37. 
 
 Just as I am — without one plea, 
 But that thy blood was shed for me, 
 And that thou bidst me come to thee, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 Just as I am — and waiting not 
 To rid my soul of one dark blot, 
 To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 Just as I am — though tossed about 
 With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
 ■ Fightings within, and fears without, 1 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind; 
 Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
 Yea. ail I need in thee to find, 
 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 Just as I am — thou wilt receive ; 
 
 Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ; 
 
 Because thy promise I believe, 
 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
10 HYMNS. 
 
 Just as I am — thy love unknown 
 Has broken every barrier down ; 
 Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone, 
 
 O Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 STRENGTH ACCORDING TO THE DAY. 
 
 As thy days, so shall thy strength be. — Deut. 33 : 25. 
 
 Wait, my soul, upon the Lord, 
 To his gracious promise flee, 
 Laying hold upon his word, 
 1 As thy day, thy strength shall be/ 
 
 If the sorrows of thy case 
 
 Seem peculiar still to thee, 
 God has promised needful grace — 
 ' As thy day, thy strength shall be.' 
 
 Days of trial, days of grief, 
 
 Li succession thou may'st see ; 
 This is still thy sweet relief — 
 ' As thy day, thy strength shall be.' 
 
 Rock of Ages, I'm secure, 
 
 With thy promise full and free ; 
 Faithful, positive, and sure, 
 ' As thy day, thy strength shall be.' 
 
HYMNS. 11 
 
 "WHY AM I STRICKEN ! 
 
 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me : show me wherefore thou 
 contendest with me. — Job 10: 2. 
 
 O, thou ! whose gently chastening hand 
 
 In mercy deals the blow, 
 Make but thy servant understand 
 
 Wherefore thou layst me low. 
 
 I ask thee not the rod to spare, 
 
 While thus thy love I see ; 
 But, O, let every suffering bear 
 
 Some message, Lord, from thee ! 
 
 Perhaps an erring wish I knew 
 
 To read my future fate, 
 And thou would'st say — ' Thy days are few, 
 
 And vain thy best estate ! ' 
 
 Perhaps thy glory seemed my choice, 
 
 Whilst I secured my own, 
 And thus my kind reprover's voice 
 
 Tells me he works alone. 
 
 O silence, thou, tins murmuring will, 
 
 Not bid thy rough wind stay. 
 Till with a furnace hotter still, 
 
 My dross is purged away. 
 
12 HYMNS. 
 
 ' GOD IS LOVE.' 
 
 1 John 4 : 8. 
 
 I cannot always trace the way 
 
 Where thou, Almighty One, dost move ; 
 But I can always, always say, 
 
 That God is love. 
 
 When fear her chilling mantle flings 
 O'er earth, my soul to heaven above, 
 
 As to her sanctuary, springs, 
 For God is love. 
 
 When mystery clouds my darkened path, 
 I '11 check my dread, my doubts reprove ; 
 
 In this my soul sweet comfort hath, 
 That God is love. 
 
 The entanglement winch restless thought, 
 Mistrust, and idle reasoning wove, 
 
 Are thus unravelled and unwrought, — 
 For God is love. 
 
 Yes, God is love, — a thought like this 
 Can every gloomy thought remove, 
 
 And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss, 
 For God is love. 
 
HYMNS. 13 
 
 PILGRIM ! IS THY JOURNEY DREAR ! 
 
 Leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation ! 
 Psalm 27 : 9. 
 
 Pilgrim ! is thy journey drear ? 
 
 Are its lights extinct forever ? 
 Still suppress the rising fear, — 
 
 God forsakes the righteous, never ! 
 
 Storms may gather o'er thy path, 
 All the ties of life may sever ; 
 
 Still, amid the fear and death, 
 
 God forsakes the righteous, never ! 
 
 Pain may rack thy wasting frame, 
 Health desert thy couch forever, 
 
 Faith still burns with deathless flame, 
 God forsakes the righteous, never ! 
 
 HE "WHOM CHRIST LOVES. 
 
 Lord, behold, he whom thou lovest is sick. — John 11: 3. 
 
 Saviour! I can welcome sickness, 
 If these words be said of me ; 
 
 Can rejoice, 'midst pain and weakness, 
 If I am but loved by thee ; 
 
 Love so precious, 
 Balm for every wound will be. 
 
14 H Y M N S . 
 
 Thou, who waitest not for fitness 
 In the souls thy blood has saved, 
 
 Let thy Spirit now bear witness, 
 He this sentence has engraved, — 
 
 Love so precious, 
 Gives me all my prayers have craved. 
 
 Though that love send days of sadness, 
 
 In a life so brief as this, 
 It prepares me days of gladness, 
 
 And a life of perfect bliss ; 
 Love so precious, 
 
 Bids me every fear dismiss. 
 
 PLEADING FOR MERCY. 
 
 Have mercy upon me. O Lord, for I am weak ; O Lord heal me, for 
 my bones are vexed. — Psalm 6 : 2. 
 
 In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke 
 
 Thy feeble worm, my God ! 
 My spirit dreads thine angry look, 
 
 And trembles at thy rod. 
 
 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak, 
 
 Regard my heavy groans ; 
 let thy voice of comfort speak ; 
 
 And heal my broken bones ! 
 
 
H Y M NB. 15 
 
 By day, my busy, beating head 
 
 Is filled with anxious fears ; 
 By night, upon my restless bed, 
 
 I weep a flood of tears. 
 
 Thus I sit desolate and mourn, 
 Mine eyes grow dull with grief; 
 
 How long, my Lord, ere thou return, 
 And bring my soul relief ? 
 
 MERCY SUPPLICATED. 
 
 O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger. — Psalm 6 : 1. 
 
 Gently, gently, lay thy rod 
 On my sinful head, O God ! 
 Stay thy wrath, in mercy stay, 
 Lest I sink before its sway. 
 
 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. 
 
 Who, within the silent grave, 
 Shall proclaim thy power to save ? 
 Lord, my sinking soul reprieve ; 
 Speak ! and I shall rise and live. 
 
16 HYMNS. 
 
 Lo ! he comes ! he heeds my plea ! 
 Lo ! he comes ! the shadows flee ! 
 Glory round me dawns once more, 
 Rise, my spirit, and adore ! 
 
 THANKFUL AXD UNTHANKFUL. 
 
 For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he. — Proverbs 23 : 7. 
 
 Some murmur when then sky is clear, 
 
 And wholly bright to view, 
 If one small speck of dark appear 
 
 In their great heaven of blue : 
 And some with thankful love are filled, 
 
 If but one streak of light, 
 One ray of God's good mercy, gild 
 
 The darkness of their night. 
 
 In palaces are hearts that ask, 
 
 In discontent and pride, 
 Why life is such a dreary task, 
 
 And all good things denied : 
 And hearts in poorest huts admire 
 
 How love has in then aid, 
 (Love, that not ever seems to tire,) 
 
 Such rich provision made. 
 
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 TRIALS A BLESSING. 
 
 Count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations. — James 1 : 2. 
 
 'Tis my happiness below, 
 
 Not to live without the cross, 
 But the Saviour's power to know, 
 
 Sanctifying every loss. 
 Trials must and will befall, 
 
 But with humble faith to see 
 Love inscribed upon them all, 
 
 This is happiness to me. 
 
 God in Israel sows the seeds 
 
 Of affliction, pain, and toil ; 
 These spring up and choke the weeds. 
 
 Which would else o'erspread the soil. 
 Trials make the promise sweet, 
 
 Trials give new life to prayer, 
 Trials bring me to his feet, 
 
 Lay me low, and keep me there. 
 
 Did I meet no trials here, 
 
 No correction by the way, 
 Might I not, with reason, fear 
 
 I should prove a cast-away ? 
 Worldlings may escape the rod, 
 
 Sunk in earthly, vain delight ; 
 But the true-born child of God 
 
 Must not, would not, if he might. 
 2 
 
18 HYMNS. 
 
 ; BE OF GOOD CHEEK.' 
 
 Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous ; 
 nevertheless, afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness 
 unto them which are exercised thereby. "Wherefore lift up the hands 
 which hang down. — Hebrews 12: 11,12. 
 
 O, cheer thee, cheer thee, suffering saint ! 
 Though worn with chastening, be not faint ! 
 And, though thy night of pain seem long, 
 Cling to thy Lord, — in him be strong ; 
 He marks, he numbers every tear, 
 Not one faint sigh escapes his ear. 
 
 O, cheer thee, cheer thee, now's the hour 
 To him to lift thine eye for power, 
 His all-sufficiency to show, 
 Now in extremity of woe ; 
 "While in the furnace to lie still, — 
 This is, indeed, to do his will. 
 
 Then cheer thee, cheer thee, though the flame 
 
 Consume thy wasting, suffering frame, 
 
 His gold shall suffer harm, nor loss, 
 
 He will but purge away the dross, 
 
 And fit it, graced with many a gem, 
 
 To form his glorious diadem. 
 
 And he will cheer thee, he will calm 
 Thy pain intense with heavenly balm, 
 
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 Show thee the martyrs white -robed throng, 
 Thy place prepared, that host among; 
 That weight of glory will o'erpower 
 The anguish of life s suffering hour. 
 
 Yes. he will cheer thee ; — he will prove 
 The soul, encircled by his love, 
 Can meekly, "midst her anguish, say, — 
 Still will I trust him. though he slay ; ' 
 And he will make his words thine own, — 
 Father ! thv will, not mine, be done.' 
 
 A PRAYER IX SICKNESS. 
 
 Truly my soul waitetfa upon God ; from him oometfa 
 Psalm H2: 1. 
 
 O thou, all holy, wise, and just, 
 
 Whom heaven and earth obey; 
 Thou only object of my trust, 
 Whose word can sink me into dust, 
 Or raise my feeble clay, — 
 
 If now the last decisive day 
 Of my frail life draw near, 
 My soul, while fainting with dismay. 
 From rising crimes in dread array, 
 Do thou with mercy cheer. 
 
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 Or, if my past iniquity 
 
 My dying hour molest, 
 Yet, O then, save me when I die, 
 Nor to my parting soul deny 
 
 An entrance into rest. 
 
 But if thy boundless grace should spare 
 
 My fleeting life again, 
 Let sin no more my soul ensnare, 
 But love and warm devotion there 
 
 In blissful union reign. 
 
 MEDITATION. 
 
 Commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. — Psalm 4 : 4. 
 
 When restless on my bed I lie, 
 Still courting sleep, which still will fly, 
 Then shall reflection's brighter power 
 Illume the lone and midnight hour. 
 
 If hushed the breeze and calm the tide, 
 Soft will the stream of memory glide ; 
 And all the past, a gentle train, 
 Waked by remembrance, live again. 
 
 Perhaps that anxious friend I trace, 
 Beloved, till life's last throb shall cease, 
 Whose voice first taught a Saviour's worth, 
 And future bliss unknown on earth. 
 
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 His faithful counsel, tender care, 
 Unwearied love, and humble prayer ; 
 O, these still claim the grateful tear, 
 And all my drooping courage cheer. 
 
 If loud the wind, the tempest high, 
 And darkness wraps the sullen sky, 
 I muse on life's tempestuous sea, 
 And sigh, O Lord, to come to thee. 
 
 Tossed on the deep and swelling wave, 
 O, mark my trembling soul, and save ; 
 Give to my view that haven near, 
 "Where thou wilt chase each grief and fear. 
 
 CORRECTION NEEDED. 
 
 Wherefore dolh a living man complain, a man for the punishme. 1 / 
 sins ? — Lamentations 3 : 39. 
 
 Wish not, dear friends, my pain away : 
 Wish me a wise and thankful heart, 
 With God, in all my griefs, to stay, 
 Nor from his loved correction start. 
 
 The dearest offering he can crave, 
 His portion in our souls to prove, 
 What is it to the gift he gave, 
 The only Son of his dear love ? 
 
22 HYMNS. 
 
 In life's long sickness, evermore 
 Our thoughts are tossing to and fro : 
 We change our posture o'er and o'er, 
 But cannot rest, nor cheat our wo. 
 
 Were it not better to lie still, 
 Let him strike home, and bless the rod ? 
 Never so safe as when our will 
 Yields, undiscerned by all, to God. 
 
 THE LEPEK. 
 
 And, behold, there came a leper and worshipped him, saying, Lord, 
 if thou wilt, thou canst make me clean. — Matthew 8 : 2. 
 
 Oft as the lepers case I read, 
 
 My own, described, I feel ; 
 Sin is a leprosy, indeed, 
 
 Which none but Christ can heal. 
 
 Lord, thou canst heal me if thou wilt, 
 
 For thou canst all things do ; 
 O. cleanse my leprous soul from guilt, 
 
 My filthy heart renew. 
 
 Come, lepers, seize the present hour, 
 
 The Saviour's grace to prove ; 
 He can relieve, for he is power, — 
 
 He will, for he is love. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 THE SICK ROOM. 
 
 The Lord is nigh unto all them that call upon him, to all that call upon 
 him in truth. — Psalm 115: 1ft. 
 
 Watching^ through the silent hours, 
 
 By the uurefreshed bed, 
 Where disease arrays his powers, 
 
 "Whence repose is banished, — 
 Where time halteth, sad and slow, 
 Thou art with me, Lord, I know. 
 
 When the vital forces seem 
 Dwindled to as faint a spark 
 
 As the taper's sickly gleam. 
 
 Making darkness doubly dark, — 
 
 Lord ! I bless thee, that thou art 
 
 Near, to stay the sinking heart. 
 
 When the flame, reviving, burns 
 Gently, and, at sleep's soft touch, 
 
 Anguish yields, and hope returns, 
 Dove-like, to the smoothed couch, — 
 
 With an anxious, deep-drawn sigh, 
 
 Lord, I praise thee, ever nigh. 
 
 Li the dim, religious gloom, 
 
 Where ; expressive silence ' broods 
 
 O'er the closely-curtained room, 
 Noaf a stirring breath intrudes, — 
 
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 As in silent prayer I kneel, 
 Thou art present, Lord, I feel. 
 
 "When reluctant hope is fled, 
 
 When the pulses beat no more, 
 And the last farewell is said, 
 
 And the war of life is o'er, — 
 Lord, both the spirit and the dust 
 Of our beloved, to thee we trust. 
 
 DESPAIRING. YET PLEADING. 
 
 God be merciful to me, a sinner. — Luke 18 : 13. 
 
 Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene ? 
 
 Have I so found it full of pleasing charms ? 
 
 Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between ; 
 
 Some gleams of sunshine 'mid renewing storms ; 
 
 Is it departing pangs my soul alarms ? 
 
 Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode ? 
 
 For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms ; 
 
 I tremble to approach an angry God, 
 
 And justly smart beneath his sin-avenging rod. 
 
 Fain would I say, 'Forgive my foul offence !' 
 Fain promise never more to disobey ; 
 But, should my author health again dispense, 
 Again I might desert fair virtue's way ; 
 
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 Again in folly's path might go astray : 
 Again exalt the brute and sink the man : 
 Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray, 
 "Who act so counter heavenly mercy's plan? 
 Who sin so oft have mourned, yet to temptation 
 ran ! 
 
 O, thou, great Governor of all below! 
 
 If I may dare a lifted eye to thee, 
 
 Thy rod can make a tempest cease to blow. 
 
 Or still the tumult of the raging sea ; 
 
 With that controlling power assist even me. 
 
 Those headlong, furious passions to confine ; 
 
 For all unfit I feel my powers to be 
 
 To rule their torrent in tlv allowed line ; 
 
 O. aid me with thy help. Omnipotence Divine ! 
 
 CHASTISEMENT MISIMPROVED. 
 
 For God speaketh cnce. y ;•?: man perceiveth h not. - 
 
 Job 33: 11. 
 
 How oft. upon my feverish bed. 
 
 By pain and darkness pressed, 
 I have rejoiced, with thankful heart, 
 
 That this was not my rest; 
 And that earth's troubles sure were given, 
 To fix our wayward hearts on heaven. 
 
26 HYMNS. 
 
 But when it pleased my God, who sent 
 Those hours of wearing pain, 
 
 His rod in mercy to withdraw, 
 And give me health again ; 
 
 My heart earth's trifles still would prize, 
 
 And chaw my wishes from the skies, 
 
 O, what a sinful heart is mine, 
 
 Ungrateful and unwise, 
 My Saviour's love thus to neglect, 
 
 His chastenings to despise, — 
 And please this weak, frail form of clay, 
 Made soon to fade and pass away. 
 
 I have no strength, I have no power, 
 
 One good resolve to keep ; 
 Will the great Shepherd turn again 
 
 His wandering, faithless sheep ; 
 And lead me from delusive toys, 
 To holy, high, and endless joys? 
 
 I dare not hope, but in his name, 
 Who came to seek the lost, — 
 
 Jesus, O, guide me with thy rod 
 And staff] whate'er the cost; 
 
 Though thou may'st bid me all resign, 
 
 O, save me, Lord, and own me thine. 
 
H Y M X S . 27 
 
 SPIRITUAL HEALING. 
 
 sus went about healing all manner of sickness, and all manner of 
 disease among the people. — Mqttkew 4 : 93. 
 
 Ye mourning sinners, here disclose 
 Your deep complaints, your various woes ; 
 Approach, 't is Jesus ; he can heal 
 The pains which mourning sinners feel. 
 
 That hand, which can assuage 
 The burning fever* s restless stage ; 
 That hand, omnipotent and kind, 
 Can cool the fever of the mind. 
 
 Dear Lord., we wait thy healing hand ; 
 Diseases fly at thy command ; 
 O, let thy sovereign touch impart 
 Life, strength, and health to every heart. 
 
 ; WILT THOU BE MADE WHOLE ? ' 
 
 John 5:6. 
 
 Behold, the great Physician stands, 
 Whose skill is ever sure ; 
 
 And loud he calls to dying men, 
 And free he offers cure. 
 
28 HYMNS. 
 
 And will ye hear his gracious voice, 
 While sore diseased ye lie ? 
 
 Or will ye all his grace despise, 
 And trifle till ye die ? 
 
 Blest Jesus, speak the healing word, 
 
 And inward vigor give ; 
 Then raised by energy divine, 
 
 Shall helpless mortals live. 
 
 LOOK AND LIVE. 
 
 As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son 
 of Man be lifted up. — John 3 : 14. 
 
 Sufferer! art thou conscience-stricken, 
 
 Deeply now convinced of sin, 
 Powerless thy dead soul to quicken, 
 
 By the serpent stung within ? 
 To the cross look up, and live, 
 Life and health one look can give. 
 
 Jesus, on that cross suspended, 
 
 Died to expiate thy guilt ; 
 Satisfied God's law offended, 
 
 Saved thee by the blood he spilt ; 
 To the cross look up, and live, 
 Life and health one look can give. 
 
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 God will, for his sake, forgive thee, 
 Boldly through his name apply ; 
 
 Perfect soundness he will give thee, 
 If on him be fixed thine eye ; 
 
 To the cross look up, and live, 
 
 Life and health one look can ffive. 
 
 JEHOVAH ROPHI. 
 
 I am the Lord that healeth thee. — Exodus 15 : 26. 
 
 Heal us, Emmanuel, here we are, 
 
 Waiting to feel thy touch ; 
 Deep -wounded souls to thee repair, 
 
 And, Saviour, we are such. 
 
 Our faith is feeble, we confess, 
 
 We faintly trust thy word ; 
 But wait thou pity us the less ? 
 
 Be that far from thee, Lord ! 
 
 Remember him who once applied, 
 
 With trembling, for relief; 
 1 Lord, I believe ! ' with tears he cried, 
 
 ' G, help my unbelief.' 
 
 She, too, who touched thee in the press, 
 
 And healing virtue stole, 
 Was answered, ' Daughter, go in peace, 
 
 Thy faith hath made thee whole/ 
 
30 H Y HNS. 
 
 Concealed amid the gathering throng, 
 She would have shunned thy view, 
 
 And if her faith was firm and strong, 
 Had strong misgivings, too. 
 
 Like her, with hopes and fears we come, 
 
 To touch thee, if we may ; 
 O, send us not despairing home, 
 
 Send none unhealed away. 
 
 CRYING TO GOD. 
 
 O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee. 
 Psalm 58 : 1. 
 
 Lord God of my salvation ! 
 
 To thee, to thee I cry ; 
 O, let my supplication 
 
 Arrest thine ear on high. 
 Distresses round me thicken, 
 
 My life draws nigh the grave ; 
 Descend, O Lord, to quicken, 
 
 Descend, my soul to save. 
 
 Thy wrath lies hard upon me, 
 
 Thy billows o'er me roll ; 
 My friends all seem to shun me, 
 
 And foes beset my soul ; 
 
 
HYMNS. 31 
 
 Where'er on earth I turn me, 
 
 No comforter is near; 
 Wilt thou, my Father, spurn me ? 
 
 Wilt thou refuse to hear ? 
 
 No ! banished and heart-broken, 
 
 My soul still clings to thee ; 
 The promise thou hast spoken, 
 
 Still, still my refuge be ; 
 So present ills and terrors 
 
 May future joy increase, 
 And scourge me from my errors, 
 
 To duty, hope, and peace. 
 
 BALM IN GILEAD. 
 
 Is there no balm in Gilead ; is there no physician there ? — Jeremiah S : !22. 
 
 ' Give me the voice of mirth — the sound of 
 laughter — 
 
 The sparkling glance of pleasure's roving eye : 
 The past is past ; avaunt, thou dark hereafter ! 
 
 Come, eat and drink — to-morrow we must die ! ' 
 
 So, in his desperate mood, the fool hath spoken — 
 The fool, whose heart hath said, ' There is no 
 God ; ' 
 
 But for the stricken heart, the spirit broken, 
 There 's balm in Gilead yet. The very rod, 
 
32 HYMNS. 
 
 If we but kiss it, as the stroke descendeth, 
 Distilleth balm to allay the inflicted smart; 
 
 And ' peace, that passeth understanding,' blendeth 
 With the deep sighing of the contrite heart. 
 
 Mine be that holy, humble tribulation — 
 Xo longer feigned distress — fantastic woe ; 
 
 I know my griefs, but then my consolation, 
 My trust, and my immortal hopes, I know. 
 
 THE GREAT PHYSICIAN. 
 
 I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee, saith the Lord. 
 Jeremiah 30 : 17. 
 
 Tell me of that great Physician, 
 Will he undertake my cure ? 
 
 Will he freely grant admission 
 To an applicant so poor ? 
 
 None but Jesus 
 Can to such relief insure. 
 
 I have not one plea to proffer, 
 
 Why such grace I should partake, — 
 
 No inducement can I offer, — 
 No requital can I make ; 
 
 None but Jesus 
 Heals for his own mercy's sake. 
 
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 Yet I know that he has granted 
 
 Cures to thousands such as I ; 
 Given them freely all they wanted, 
 
 Without money let them buy ; 
 None but Jesus 
 
 Ever}' want could thus supply. 
 
 Let me go and spread before him 
 All my symptoms, all my fears ; 
 
 Deeply, gratefully adore him, 
 
 "While my trembling heart he cheers ; 
 
 Xone but Jesus 
 Wipes away the sufferer's tears. 
 
 CRYING TO JESUS. 
 
 When they heard that Jesus passed by. they cried out. saying. Have 
 mercy on us thou Son of David. — Matt. 20 : 30. 
 
 Diseased in body, mind, and soul, 
 
 Pass me not, my Saviour, by ; 
 One word of thine can make me whole, 
 
 O ! speak that word, and grief shall fly. 
 
 Full, rich, unmerited, and free, 
 Thy grace, O Lord, forever flows ; 
 
 Such only can suffice for me, 
 
 Thy peace alone can give repose. 
 
34 HYMNS. 
 
 Lord, for that peace I watch and wait ; 
 
 When will the bursting morn appear ? 
 Ptaise me above this gloomy state, 
 
 Give peace and praise for doubt and fear. 
 
 SAVIOUR OF THE DYING THIEF. 
 
 And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, to-day shalt thou be 
 with me in paradise.' — Luke 23 : 43. 
 
 Jesus saved the dying thief — 
 Welcome news for one like me ! 
 
 Now I know there is relief, 
 
 When the world no hope can see : 
 
 Saved by grace, by sovereign grace, 
 
 By the cross I '11 take my place. 
 
 Saviour of the dying thief, 
 
 Lo ! a wretch as vile as he, 
 Filled with shame, remorse, and grief, 
 
 Draws his hope, O Lord, from thee : 
 In the view of so much grace, 
 Can despair at all have place ? 
 
 Nothing but the richest grace, 
 Could relieve a wretch like me ; 
 
 This alone could reach my case, 
 And I see this grace in thee : 
 
 Saviour of the dying thief ! 
 
 In thy love I find relief. 
 
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 • COME UXTO ME.' 
 
 Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give 
 you rest. — Matt. 11: 28. 
 
 Weak with sickness, faint with care, 
 Wearied with the toilsome way, 
 
 Where can I for rest repair? 
 
 Hark ! I hear my Saviour say : — 
 
 • Come to me, thou weary one ; 
 Heavy-laden, come to me ; 
 When thy search for rest is done, 
 Here alone that rest can be.' 
 
 Yes ! I feel, my Lord, my God, 
 There alone my rest can be ; 
 
 Have I ways of evil trod, 
 Let me now return to thee. 
 
 THE FOUNTAIN. 
 
 In that day there shall be a fountain opened to the house of David and 
 to the inhabitants of Jerusalem for sin and uncleanness. — Zech. 13 : 1. 
 
 Come to Calvary's holy mountain. 
 
 Sinners ! ruined by the fall ; 
 Here a pure and healing fountain 
 
 Flows to you, to me, to all, — 
 In a full, perpetual tide, 
 Opened when the Saviour died. 
 
36 HYMNS. 
 
 Come, in poverty and meanness, 
 Come, denied without, within ; 
 
 From infection and uncleanness, 
 From the leprosy of sin, 
 
 Wash your robes and make them white ; 
 
 Ye shall walk with God in light. 
 
 Come, in sorrow and contrition, 
 Wounded, impotent, and blind ; 
 
 Here the guilty, free remission, 
 Here the troubled peace may find : 
 
 Health this fountain will restore ; 
 
 He that drinks will thirst no more. 
 
 He that drinks shall live forever : 
 ' T is a soul-renewing flood : 
 
 God is faithful — God will never 
 Break his covenant in blood, 
 
 Signed when our Redeemer died, 
 
 Sealed when he was glorified ! 
 
 'MY TIMES ARE IN THY HANI).' 
 
 Psalm 31: 15. 
 
 1 My times are in thy hand/ 
 
 My God, I 'd have them there ; 
 My life, my friends, my soul, I leave 
 Entirely to thy care. 
 
H Y M N S . 
 
 1 My times are in thy hand/ 
 Whatever they may be ; 
 Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, 
 As best may seem to thee. 
 
 1 My times are in thy hand,' 
 "Why should I doubt or fear ? 
 My Father's hand will never cause 
 His child a needless tear. 
 
 ' My times are in thy hand,' 
 I '11 always trust in thee ; 
 And after death, at thy right hand 
 I shall forever be. 
 
 COME UNTO ME. 
 
 Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I \\\ 
 you rest. — Matt. 11 ; 28. 
 
 With tearful eyes I look around, 
 Life seems a dark and stormy sea : 
 
 Yet, 'midst the gloom, I hear a sound, 
 A heavenly whisper, ' Come to me.' 
 
 It tells me of a place of rest — 
 It tells me where my soul may flee ; 
 
 ! to the weary, faint, oppressed, 
 
 How sweet the bidding, ' Come to me.' 
 
38 II Y MNS. 
 
 When nature shudders, loth to part, 
 From, all I love, enjoy, and see ; 
 
 When a faint chill steals o'er my heart, 
 A sweet voice uttters, ' Come to me.' 
 
 ' 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.' 
 
 O, voice of mercy ! voice of love ! 
 
 In conflict, grief, and agony ; 
 Support me, cheer me from above ! 
 
 And gently whisper, ' Come to me.' 
 
 ' GO IN PEACE.' 
 
 Mark 5: 34. 
 
 1 Go in peace ! ' — Serene dismission, 
 To the sinner's heart made known.. 
 When he pours, in deep contrition, 
 Prayer before the eternal throne. 
 
 ' Go in peace ! ' — thy sins forgiven, 
 
 Christ hath pardoned — set thee free. 
 Every galling fetter riven, 
 * Go in peace ' and liberty, 
 
HYMNS. 3fl 
 
 Saviour! breathe this benediction 
 
 O'er my spirit while I pray; 
 Let me feel, midst sin's conviction, 
 
 Christ lias washed my sins away. 
 
 THE SAVIOUR'S INVITATION. 
 
 Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden and I will give you 
 rest.' — Matt. 11 : 28. 
 
 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound 
 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 leads his followers' way ; 
 Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, 
 
 Unveiling an immortal day. 
 
 * Come, wanderers, to my Fathers 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. 
 
40 HYMNS. 
 
 GETHSEMANE. 
 
 Then cometh Jesus with them unto a place called Gethsemane. 
 Matt. 26 : 30. 
 
 Came at length the dreadful night ; 
 
 Vengeance with its iron rod, 
 Stood and with collected might, 
 
 Bruised the harmless Lamb of God : 
 See, my soul, thy Saviour see, 
 Prostrate in Gethsemane. 
 
 View him in that olive -press, 
 
 "Wrung with anguish, whelmed with blood ; 
 Hear him pray in his distress, 
 
 With strong cries and tears, to God : 
 Then reflect what sin must be, 
 Gazing on Gethsemane. 
 
 Sins against a holy God, 
 
 Sins against his righteous laws, 
 
 Sins against his love, his blood, 
 Sins against his name and cause, 
 
 Sins immense as is the sea, — 
 
 Hide me, O Gethsemane ! 
 
 Saviour, all the stone remove 
 
 From my flinty, frozen heart ; 
 Melt it with the beams of love, 
 
 Pierre it with thy mercy's dart, 
 Wound the heart that wounded thee, 
 Break it in Gethsemane. 
 
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 THE GREAT PHYSICIAN. 
 
 If I may but touch his garment I shall be whole. — Matt. 9 : 21 
 
 Saviour skin, and slain for me, 
 
 While thy mercy I implore, 
 While I humbly bend the knee, 
 While my inward prayer I pour, 
 
 Speak a pardon to my soul ; 
 Great Physician, make me "whole. 
 
 Though abashed and full of shame, 
 Shrinking with well-founded fear, 
 All my trust is in thy name, 
 Bid thy grace to me appear, 
 
 Bursting, like a ray of light, 
 Through the heavy cloud of night. 
 
 O ! to tread life's weary way. 
 
 Cheered by my Redeemer's smile ! 
 Sun of Righteousness, thy ray 
 
 Can all weariness beguile. 
 
 Great Physician of the soul, 
 Thou alone canst make me whole. 
 
42 II Y M N S 
 
 CHRIST'S EXHORTATION. 
 
 Surely lie hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows. — ha. 5 ! - 4. 
 
 Child of man, whose seed below 
 Must fulfil their race of woe ! 
 Heir of want, and doubt, and pain, 
 Does thy fainting heart complain ? 
 
 ! in thought, one night recall ; 
 The night of grief in Herod's hall; 
 There I bore the vengeance due, 
 Freely bore it all for you. 
 
 Child of dust, corruption' s son, 
 By pride deceived, by pride undone, 
 "Willing captive, yet be free, 
 Take my yoke, and learn of me; 
 
 1 of heaven and earth the Lord, 
 God with God, the eternal Word ; 
 I forsook my fathers side, 
 
 Toiled and wept, and bled and died. 
 
 Child of doubt, does fear surprise, 
 Vexing thoughts within thee rise ? 
 Wond'ring, murmuring dost thou gaze 
 On evil men and evil clays ? 
 O ! if darkness round thee lower, 
 Darker far my dying hour, 
 Which bade that fearful cry awake, 
 1 My God, my God, dost thou forsake ?' 
 
II Y M X S . 13 
 
 Child of sin, by guilt oppressed, 
 
 Heaves at last thy throbbing breast? 
 Hast, then felt the mourner's part, 
 Fear'st then now thy failing heart ? 
 Bear thee on, beloved of God, 
 Tread the path thy Saviour trod; 
 He the tempter's power hath known. 
 He hath poured the garden groan. 
 
 Child of heaven, by me restored, 
 Love thy Saviour, serve the Lord ; 
 Sealed with that mysterious name, 
 Bear thy cross, and scorn the shame ; 
 Then, like me, thy conflict o'er, 
 Thon shalt rise to sleep no more ; 
 Partner of my purchased throne, 
 One in joy, in glory one. 
 
 CHRIST OUR EXAMPLE K SUFFERING. 
 
 Thai I may know him. and the power of his resurrection, and the fellow- 
 ship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death. — Phil. 
 3: 10. 
 
 Go to dark Gethsemane, 
 
 Ye that feel the tempter's power, 
 
 Your Eecleemer's conflict see, 
 Watch with him one bitter hour; 
 
 Turn not from his griefs away, 
 
 Learn of Jesus Christ to pray, 
 
44 HYMNS. 
 
 Follow to the judgment-hall, 
 
 View the Lord of life arraigned ; 
 O, the wormwood and the gall ! 
 
 O, the pangs his sonl sustained ! 
 Shun not suffering, shame, nor loss ; 
 Learn of him to bear the cross. 
 
 Calvary's mournful mountain climb ; 
 
 There, adoring at his feet, 
 Mark that miracle of time, 
 
 God's own sacrifice complete ! 
 ' It is finished ! ' — hear him cry ; 
 Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 
 
 Early hasten to the tomb, 
 
 Where they laid his breathless clay ; 
 All is solitude and gloom ; 
 
 Who hath taken him away ? 
 Christ is risen ! he meets our eyes ; 
 Saviour, teach us so to rise. 
 
 PEACE PURCHASED BY SUFFERINGS. 
 
 But the Son of man hath not where to lay his head. — Matt. S : 20. 
 
 Birds have their quiet nest, 
 Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed ; 
 
 All creatures have their rest, — 
 But Jesus had not where to lay his head. 
 
 
ii y h x a . 45 
 
 Winds have their hour of calm, 
 And waves, to slumber on the voiceless deep ; 
 
 Eve hath its breath of balm, 
 To hush all senses and all sounds to sleep. 
 
 The wild deer hath its lair, 
 The homeward flocks the shelter of their shed ; 
 
 All have their rest from care, 
 But Jesus had not where to lay his head. 
 
 And yet he came to give 
 The weary and the heavy-laden rest ; 
 
 To bid the sinner live, 
 And soothe our griefs to slumber on his breast. 
 
 What then am I, my God, 
 Permitted thus the paths of peace to tread ? 
 
 Peace, purchased by the blood 
 Of him who had not where to lay his head ! 
 
 O why should I have peace ? 
 Why ? but for that unchanged, undying love, 
 
 Which would not, could not cease, 
 Until it made me hen of joys above. 
 
 Yes ! but for pardoning grace, 
 I feel I never should in glory see 
 
 The brightness of that face, 
 That once was pale and agonized for me ! 
 
46 HYMNS. 
 
 Let the birds seek their nest, 
 Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed 
 
 Come, Saviour, in my breast 
 Deign to repose thine oft-rejected head ! 
 
 Come ! give me rest, and take 
 The only rest on earth thou lov'st, — within 
 
 A heart, that for thy sake, 
 Lies bleeding, broken, penitent for sin. 
 
 AFFLICTION SANCTIFIED. 
 
 It is good for me that I have been afflicted, that I might leain thy statutes 
 Psalm 119 : 71. 
 
 Lord, how often have I read 
 
 Every promise of thy word ; 
 Yet my heart, so cold and dead, 
 
 Felt not what I read or heard ! 
 
 But, when thou hast sent me grief, 
 
 Clouding every sunny scene, 
 Languishing to find relief, 
 
 O, how sweet each word has been ! 
 
 All is mercy, Lord, I own ; 
 
 Promises so richly given, 
 Grief to make their sweetness known, 
 
 Pain from earth, and balm from heaven. 
 
II Y M N S . 47 
 
 CHBIBTS SUBMISSION OUB EXAMPLE. 
 
 The cup which my Father hath given me. shall I not drink it ! 
 18: 11. 
 
 And shall I, Lord, the cup decline, 
 So wisely mixed by love divine, 
 
 And tasted first by thee I 
 The bitter draught thou drunkest up. 
 And but this single sacred drop 
 
 Hast thou reserved for me ! 
 
 Lo ! I receive it at thy hand, 
 
 And bear, by thy benign command, 
 
 The salutary pain. 
 With thee to live. I gladly die ; 
 And suffer here, above the sky 
 
 With thee, my Lord, to reign. 
 
 Here only can I thus show love — 
 By suffering, my obedience prove ; 
 
 But when thy heaven I share, 
 I cannot mourn for Jesus' sake, 
 I cannot there thy cup partake, 
 
 I cannot sutler there. 
 
 Full gladly, then, for thee I grieve. 
 The honor of thy cross receive, 
 
 And bless the happy load ; 
 Who would not in thy footsteps tread. 
 Who would not bow, like thee, his head. 
 
 And die to reign with God ! 
 
48 HYMNS. 
 
 PRAYER FOR SPIRITUAL HEALING. 
 
 They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick. 
 Mat then- 9: 12. 
 
 I would disclose my whole complaint. 
 
 But where shall I begin ? 
 No words of mine can fully paint 
 
 That worst distemper, sin. 
 
 It lies not in a single part, 
 
 But through my frame is spread ; 
 
 A burning fever in my heart, 
 A palsy in my head. 
 
 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind, 
 
 And impotent, and lame ; 
 And overclouds, and fills my mind 
 
 With folly, fear, and shame. 
 
 A thousand evil thoughts intrude 
 
 Tumultuous in my breast ; 
 Which indispose me for my food, 
 
 And rob me of my rest. 
 
 Lord, I am sick, regard my cry, 
 
 And set my spirit free : 
 Say, canst thou let a sinner die, 
 
 Who loners to live to thee ? 
 
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 THE SAVIOUR'S TRIUMPH. 
 
 Tlie last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. — 1 Cor. 15: 98 
 
 The Son of David bowed to die, 
 For man's transgression stricken: 
 
 The Father's arm of power was nigh 
 The Son of God to quicken : 
 
 Praise him, that he died for men ! 
 
 Praise him, that he rose again ! 
 
 Death seemed all-conquering, when he bound 
 
 The Lord of life in prison ; 
 The might of death was no where found 
 
 When Christ again was risen ; 
 Wherefore praise him night and day, 
 Him, who took death's sting away ! 
 
 His saints with him must bow to death, 
 
 With him are raised in spirit ; 
 With him they dwell above by faith, 
 
 Accepted through his merit. 
 Who o'er death would victory win, 
 Live to Christ and die to sin. 
 
 Death may awhile his victims slay, 
 Though of his terrors mini shed, 
 
 But he shall perish in the day 
 
 When God his Avars has finished : 
 
 Heaven and earth resound the strain. 
 
 Death by Jesus Christ is slain ! 
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50 HYMNS. 
 
 THE RESIGNATION. 
 
 O my Father, if this cup may not pass away from me, except I drink it. 
 thy will be done —Matt. 26: 42. 
 
 Long Lave I viewed, long have I thought, 
 And held with trembling hand this bitter draught : 
 
 'T was now just to my lips applied, 
 Nature shrank in, and all my courage died, — 
 
 But now resolved and firm I'll be, 
 Since, Lord, 'tis mingled and reached out by thee. 
 
 Since 'tis thy sentence, I should part 
 With the most precious treasure of my heart, 
 
 I freely that and more resign ; 
 My heart itself, as its delight, is thine ; 
 
 My little all I give to thee — 
 Thou gav'st a greater gift, thy Son, to me. 
 
 He left true bliss and joys above ; 
 Himself he emptied of all good, but love ; 
 
 For me he freely did forsake 
 More good than he from me can ever take ; 
 
 A mortal life for a divine 
 He took, and did at last even that resign. 
 
 Take all, great God, I will not grieve ; 
 But still will wish that I had still to give. 
 
 I hear thy voice, thou bidd'st me quit 
 My paradise, — I bless and do submit. 
 
 I will not murmur at thy word, 
 Nor beg thy angel to sheath up his sword. 
 
 
H Y M H 8 
 
 SUBMISSION. 
 
 And in that day thou shalt say, O Lord. I will praise thee ; though 
 thou wast angry with me. thine anger is turned away, and thou com- 
 fort edst me. — Isa. 12: 1. 
 
 thou ! whose wise, paternal love 
 Hath brought my active spirit clown, 
 
 Thy will I thankfully approve ; 
 
 And, prostrate at thy gracious throne, 
 
 1 offer up my life's remains, 
 
 I choose the state my God ordains. 
 
 Cast as a broken vessel by. 
 
 Thy work I can no longer do ; 
 But while a daily death I die, 
 
 Thy power I may in weakness show. 
 ZNIy patience may thy glory raise, 
 My speechless woe proclaim thy praise. 
 
 But since, without thy Spirit's might, 
 Thou know' st I no tiling can endure, 
 
 The aid I ask in Jesus' right, — 
 
 The strength he did for me procure, — 
 
 Father, abundantly impart, 
 
 And arm with love my feeble heart. 
 
 O may I live of thee possessed, 
 In weakness, weariness, and pain ; 
 
 The anguish of my throbbing breast, 
 The daily cross, may I sustain, 
 
 For him who languished on the tree, 
 
 But lived before he died, for me. 
 
-52 HYMNS. 
 
 IT IS THE LORD. 
 
 And he said, It is the Lord ; let him do what seemeth him good. 
 1 Sam. 3 : 18. 
 
 When I can trust my all with God, 
 
 In trial's fearful hour, — 
 Bow, all resigned, beneath his rod, 
 
 And bless his sparing power, 
 A joy springs up amidst distress — 
 A fountain in the wilderness. 
 
 O ! to be brought to Jesus' feet, 
 Though sorrows fix me there, 
 
 Is still a privilege ; and sweet 
 The energies of prayer, 
 
 Though sighs and tears its language be ; 
 
 If Christ be nigh, 't is well with me. 
 
 O ! 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. 
 
H Y M If S . 53 
 
 REXOUNTDsG THE WORLD. 
 
 Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. 
 1 John 2 : 15. 
 
 Come, my fond, fluttering heart, 
 
 Come, struggle to be free ; 
 Thou and the world must part, 
 However hard it be : 
 My trembling spirit owns it just, 
 But cleaves yet closer to the dust. 
 
 Ye tempting sweets forbear ; 
 
 Ye dearest idols fall ; 
 My love ye must not share, 
 Jesus shall have it all : 
 'Tis bitter pain, 'tis cruel smart, 
 But, ah ! thou must consent, my heart ! 
 
 Ye fair, enchanting throng, 
 
 Ye golden dreams, farewell ! 
 Earth has prevailed too long, 
 And now I break the spell : 
 Ye cherished joys of former years — 
 Jesus, forgive these parting tears. 
 
 But must I part with all? 
 
 My heart still fondly pleads ; 
 Yes — Dagon's self must fall, 
 It beats, it throbs, it bleeds : 
 Is there no balm in Gilead found, 
 To soothe and heal the smarting wound ! 
 
54 HYMNS. 
 
 O, yes, there is a halm, 
 
 A kind Physician there, 
 My fevered mind to calm, 
 To bid me not despair : 
 Aid me, dear Saviour, set me free, 
 And I will all resign to thee. 
 
 O, may I feel thy worth, 
 
 And let no idol dare, 
 No vanity of earth, 
 
 With thee, my Lord, compare ! 
 Now bid all worldly joys depart, 
 And reign supremely in my heart. 
 
 THE ROD. 
 
 Hear ye the rod, and who hath appointed it. — Micah 6 : 2. 
 
 My Father and my God, 
 
 O, set this spirit free ! 
 
 I 'd gladly kiss the rod 
 That drove my trembling soul to thee, 
 And made it thine eternally. 
 
 Sweet were the bitterest smart, 
 That with the bended knee 
 Would bow this broken heart ; 
 For who, my Saviour, who could be 
 A sufferer long, that flies to thee ? 
 
II Y M N S . 55 
 
 The tears we shed for sin, 
 When heaven alone can see, 
 Leave truer peace within, 
 Than worldly smiles, which cannot be 
 Lit up, my God, with smiles from thee. 
 
 Then give me any lot.. 
 
 I "11 bless thy just decree, 
 
 So thou art not forgot. 
 And I may ne'er dependent be 
 On any friend, my God, but thee ! 
 
 As needle to the pole. 
 
 There fixed, but tremblingly. — 
 
 Such be my trusting soul, 
 "Whate'er life's variations be, 
 Forever pointing, Lord-, to thee ! 
 
 GRATEFUL FOR CHASTISEMENT. 
 
 Therefore I take pleasure in distresses, for Christ's sake. 
 2 Car. 12 : 10. 
 
 Much have I borne, but not as I should bear ; — 
 The proud will unsubdued, the formal prayer, 
 Tell me thou yet wilt chide, thou canst not spare, 
 O, Lord, thy chastening rod. 
 
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 HYMNS. 
 
 O, help me, Father ! for my sinful heart 
 Back from this discipline of grief would start, 
 Unmindful of his sorer, deeper smart, 
 
 Who died for me, my God ! 
 
 Yet, if each wish denied, each woe and pain, 
 Break but some link of that oppressive chain 
 Which binds me still to earth, and leaves a stain, 
 Thou only canst remove — 
 
 Then am I blest — O, bliss from man concealed ! 
 If here to Christ, the weak one's tower and shield, 
 My heart, through sorrow, be set free to yield 
 A service of deep love. 
 
 THE SUFFERER LOOKING TO CHRIST. 
 
 Forasmuch, then, as Christ hath suffered for us in the flesh, arm your- 
 selves likewise with the same mind. — 1 Peter 4 : 1. 
 
 When 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, 
 
 'Midst darker, deadlier shade, 
 That cross, where thou didst suffer, 
 
 On Calvary was displayed. 
 
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 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 rfory led. 
 
 CONTEMPLATING JESUS. 
 
 Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith ; who, for the 
 joy that was set before him, endured the cross, despising the shame, 
 and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God. — Hebrews 12 : 2. 
 
 Thou, who didst stoop below. 
 
 To drain the cup of woe, 
 "Wearing the form of frail mortality, 
 
 Thy blessed labors done, 
 
 Thy crown of victory won, 
 Hast passed from earth, — passed to thy home 
 on high. 
 
 It was no path of flowers, 
 Through this dark world of ours, 
 
 Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread; 
 And shall we, in dismay, 
 Shrink from the narrow way, 
 
 When clouds and darkness are around it spread ? 
 
58 II Y M N S . 
 
 O thou, who art our life, 
 
 Be with us through the strife ; 
 Was not thy head by earth's fierce temp 
 bowed ? 
 
 Raise thou our eyes above, 
 
 To see a Father's love 
 Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud. 
 
 Even through the awful gloom, 
 
 Which hovers o'er the tomb, 
 That light of love our guiding star shall be ; 
 
 Our spirits shall not dread 
 
 The shadowy way to tread, 
 Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to 
 thee. 
 
 THE SAVIOUR'S SYMPATHY. 
 
 For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling 
 of our infirmities ; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet 
 without sin. — Hebrew* 4 : 15. 
 
 As 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 to its close. 
 
 
H Y M 59 
 
 Do sickness, feebleness, or pain, 
 
 Or sorrow in our path appear, 
 The recollection will remain, 
 
 More deeply did he suffer here. 
 His life, how truly sad and brief, 
 Filled up with surf" ring and with grief ! 
 
 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. 
 
 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. 
 
 CHRIST ALL-SUFFICIENT. 
 
 All my springs are in thee. — PsaUn tT : 7. 
 
 Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free, 
 What need I, that is not in thee ? 
 Full pardon, strength to meet the day, 
 And peace winch none can take away. 
 
60 HYMNS. 
 
 Doth sickness fill the heart with fear ? 
 'T is sweet to know that thon art near ; 
 Am I with dread of justice tried ? 
 'Tis sweet to feel that Christ hath died. 
 
 In life, thy promises of aid 
 
 Forbid my heart to be afraid ; 
 
 In death, peace gently veils the eyes ; 
 
 Christ rose, and I shall surely rise. 
 
 O, all-sufficient Saviour ! be 
 
 This all-sufficiency to me ; 
 
 Nor pain, nor sin, nor death can harm 
 
 The weakest shielded by thine arm. 
 
 SUFFICIENT GRACE. 
 
 O, bring me out of my distresses ! — Psalm 25 : 17. 
 
 And wilt thou hear the fevered heart 
 
 To thee in silence cry? 
 And as th' inconstant wildfires dart 
 
 Out of the restless eye, 
 Wilt thou forgive the wayward thought. 
 By kindly woes yet half untaught, 
 A Saviour's right so dearly bought, 
 
 That hope should never die ? 
 
II Y M N S . 61 
 
 Thou, who didst sit on Jacob's well, 
 
 The weary hour of noon, 
 The languid pulses thou canst tell. 
 
 The nerveless spirit tune. 
 Thou, from whose cross in anguish burst 
 The cry that owned thy dying thirst, 
 To thee we turn, our last and first, 
 
 Our Sun and soothing Moon. 
 
 From darkness here., and dreariness, 
 
 We ask not full repose, 
 Only be thou at hand, to bless 
 
 Our trial hour of woes. 
 Is not the pilgrim's toil o'erpaid 
 By the clear rill and palmy shade ? 
 And see we not, up earth's dark glade, 
 
 The s;ate of heaven unclose ? 
 
 ALPHA AND OMEGA. 
 
 I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending. — Rev. 1 : 3. 
 
 End of faith and its foundation, 
 
 Alpha and Omega too ; 
 Jesus, author of salvation, 
 While thy cross and crown I view, 
 
 New supplies of grace impart. 
 
 Holy vigor to my heart. 
 
62 HYMNS. 
 
 Militant beneath thy banners, 
 
 Though we travel foes among ; 
 Soon to thee shall loud hosannas 
 Burst from every ransomed tongue. 
 Great forerunner, entered there, 
 Crowns and mansions to prepare. 
 
 SUBMISSION UNDER SUFFERINGS. 
 
 Let them that suffer according to the will of God, commit the keeping of 
 their souls to him. — 1 Peter 4 : 19. 
 
 O, God ! from whom my spirit came, 
 Moulded by thee, this mortal frame 
 Feels health or sickness, pain or ease, 
 As it may best thy wisdom please ; 
 Make me submissive, keep me still, 
 1 Suffering according to thy will.' 
 
 I am a sinner — shall I dare 
 To murmur at the strokes I bear ? 
 Strokes, not in wrath, but mercy sent, 
 A wise and needful chastisement ; 
 Make me submissive, keep me still, 
 • Suffering according to thy will.' 
 
 Saviour ! I breathe the prayer once thine, — 
 ' Father ' thv will be done, not mine ! ' 
 
 
H Y M N S . $t 
 
 One only blessing would I claim, — 
 In me, O glorify thy name ! 
 Make me submissive, keep me still, 
 Suffering according to thy will.' 
 
 ■ AS THOU WILT.' 
 
 O, my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me : nevertheless, 
 not as I will, bat as thou wilt. — Matt. 26 : 39. 
 
 Father, if thou willing be, 
 
 Then my griefs awhile suspend, 
 
 Then remove the cup from me, 
 Or thy strength' ning angel send ; 
 
 Would' st thou have me suffer on? — 
 
 Father, let thy will be done. 
 
 If my flesh be troubled still, 
 
 Filled with pain or sore disease ; 
 
 If my wounded spirit feel 
 Still-continued agonies ; 
 
 Sleekly I my will resign, 
 
 Thine be done, and only thine. 
 
 Patient as my great high priest, 
 
 In his bitterness of pain, 
 Though abandoned and distrest, 
 
 Father, I the cross sustain ; 
 All into thy hands I give, 
 Let me die. or let me live. 
 
64 HYMNS. 
 
 1 AS THOU WILT.' 
 
 Matthew 26: 39. 
 
 Sweet, delightful resignation! 
 
 Passive in God's hand to lie, 
 Waiting but for his salvation, 
 
 Willing or to live or die. 
 
 If I yet have work remaining, 
 Then to live will be the best ; 
 
 But if not, then why complaining. 
 Should I enter into rest ? 
 
 As thou wilt, almighty Father,' 
 
 (Thus once prayed the eternal Son,) 
 
 Could I choose, I yet would rather 
 God's own will than mine were done. 
 
 ; THY WILL BE DONE.' 
 
 Matthew 6: 10. 
 
 How sweet to be allowed to pray 
 
 To God the holy one. 
 With filial love and trust to say. 
 
 O God ! thy will be done ! 
 
 "We, in these sacred words, can find 
 
 A cure for every ill ; 
 They calm and soothe the troubled mind, 
 
 And bid all care be still. 
 
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 O, may that will that gave me birth, 
 
 And an immortal soul ; 
 In joy or grief, in life or death, 
 
 My every wish control. 
 
 O, could my heart thus ever pray, 
 
 Thus imitate thy Son ! 
 Teach me, O God, in truth to say. 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done. 
 
 1 THY YYTLL BE DOXE/ 
 
 Mattheic 6 : 10. 
 
 "What though in lonely grief I sigh 
 For friends beloved, no longer nigh ; 
 Submissive still would I reply, 
 1 Thy Will be done ! ' 
 
 If thou shouldst call me to resign 
 What most I prize, it ne'er was mine ; 
 I only yield thee what was thine, — 
 ' Thy will be clone ! ' 
 
 Should pining sickness waste away 
 My life in premature decay, 
 My Father ! still I strive to say, 
 < Thy will be done ! ' 
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,66 HYMNS. 
 
 If but my fainting heart be blest 
 With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, 
 My God ! to thee I leave the rest, — 
 ' Thy will be done ! ' 
 
 Renew my will from day to day, 
 Blend it with thine, and take away 
 All that now makes it hard to say, 
 ■ Thy will be done ! ' 
 
 ' THY WILL BE DONE.' 
 
 Matthew 6 : 10. 
 
 One prayer I have, — all prayers in one, 
 
 When I am wholly thine ; 
 Thy will, my God, thy will be done, 
 
 And let that will be mine. 
 
 All-wise, almighty, and all-good, 
 
 In thee I firmly trust ; 
 Thy ways unknown, or understood, 
 
 Are merciful and just. 
 
 May I remember, that to thee 
 
 Whate'er I have I owe ; 
 And back in gratitude from me 
 
 May all thy bounties flow. 
 
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 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed, 
 
 When used as talents lent ; 
 Those talents only well employed, 
 
 When in thy sendee spent. 
 
 And, though thy wisdom takes away, 
 
 Shall I arraign thy will ? 
 Xa; let me bless thy name, and say 
 ' The Lord is gracious still.' 
 
 A pilgrim through the world I roam, 
 
 Of nothing long possessed, 
 And all must fail when I go home, 
 
 For this is not my rest. 
 
 ; THY "WILL BE DOXE.' 
 
 Matthew 6 : 10. 
 
 When sorrow casts its shade around, 
 And pleasure seems our course to shun; 
 "When nought but grief and care is found. 
 How sweet to say, ' Thy will be done.' 
 
 Take all ; but grant, in goodness free, 
 That love, which ne'er thy stroke would shun : 
 Support this heart, and strengthen me 
 To say in faith, ' Thy will be done.' 
 
63 I1Y M N S . 
 
 1 THY WILL BE DONE. 1 
 
 Matthew G : 10. 
 
 To do, or not to do, — to have, 
 Or not to have, — I leave to thee. 
 
 To be, or not to be, I leave, — 
 Thy only will be done to me : 
 
 All my requests are lost in one, 
 
 Father, thy only will be done. 
 
 Suffice, that for the season past, 
 Myself in things divine I sought, 
 
 For comforts cried with eager haste, 
 
 And murmured when I found them not : 
 
 I leave it now to thee alone, 
 
 Father, thy only will be done. 
 
 Thy gifts I clamor for no more, 
 Or selfishly thy grace require, 
 
 An evil heart to varnish o'er ; 
 Jesus, the Giver, I desire, 
 
 After the flesh no longer known : 
 
 Father, thy only will be clone. 
 
 Welcome alike, the crown or cross ; 
 
 Trouble I cannot ask, nor peace, 
 Nor toil, nor rest, nor gain, nor loss, 
 
 Nor joy, nor grief, nor pain, nor ease. 
 Nor life, nor death ; but ever pray, 
 Father, thy only will be done ! 
 
H Y M N s . 69 
 
 SUBMISSION AND SUCCOR. 
 
 Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me; nevertheless, not 
 my will, but thine be done. — Luke '22: 4:2. 
 
 Not in thine hours of conflict. Lord, 
 
 Not when the tempting fiend -was nigh ; 
 Nor when that bitter cup was poured, 
 
 Thy garden agony ; — 
 Not then, when uttermost thy need, 
 
 Seemed light across thy soul to break; 
 No seraph form was seen to speed, 
 
 No voice of comfort spake : 
 Till, by thine own revealed word, 
 
 The victory o'er the fiend was won ; — 
 Till the sweet, mournful cry was heard, 
 ' Thy will, not mine, be done ! ' 
 
 Then to the desert sped the blest, 
 
 And food, and peace, and joy conveyed ; — 
 Then one. more favored than the rest, 
 
 Glanced to the olive shade. 
 Lord ! bring those precious moments back, 
 
 "When fainting, against sin we strain ; 
 Or in thy counsels fail to track 
 
 Aught but the present pain. 
 In darkness help us to contend, 
 
 Li darkness yield to thee our will ; 
 And true hearts, faithful to the end, 
 
 Cheer by thine angels still. 
 
70 HYMNS. 
 
 DIVIXE PEACE. 
 
 The peace of God which passeth all understanding. — Phil. 4 . 7. 
 
 Peace of God which knows no measure, 
 Heavenly sunbeam of the soul, 
 
 Peace beyond all earthly treasure, 
 Come, and every fear control. 
 
 Do disease and pain alarm me, 
 
 Do I fear impending ill ? 
 Evil hath not power to harm me, 
 
 He can whisper — ' Peace, be still.' 
 
 O ! Almighty to deliver, 
 
 Thou on whom my hope is stayed, 
 I would trust in thee forever, 
 
 Then I cannot be afraid. 
 
 GRATEFUL FOR TRIALS. 
 
 This is not your rest, because it is polluted. — Micah 2 : 10. 
 
 Lord, I would thank thee, if thine hand 
 
 Hath sometimes planted in my way 
 *A thorn, to teach, this earthly land 
 Was not intended for my stay ; 
 But that a better rest remains 
 Which neither sin nor sorrow stains. 
 
h y m m S i 71 
 
 When prosperous seasons brightly smile, 
 
 And cloudless seems the azure dome, 
 How oft does thoughtless joy beguile 
 The soul to seek no better home. 
 
 Thanks, if some bitter, painful tilings 
 Remind me of celestial springs. 
 
 Grant me these tokens to receive, 
 
 Remembering whence and why they came ; 
 Then shall I in thy love believe, 
 
 And breathe thanksgivings to thy name. 
 Tokens of thy paternal love, 
 Pledges of endless <rood above. 
 
 SICKNESS BLEST. 
 
 Of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and 
 righteousness, and sanclihcation, and redemption. — 1 Cor. 1: 30. 
 
 Sickness is a hallowed season, 
 
 If in God the soul confide ; 
 Refuges of human reason 
 
 Failing, then, are cast aside ; 
 Man Iris utter ignorance learns, 
 And to Christ for wisdom turns. 
 
 Lord ! my every hope reposes 
 
 Solely, thankfully on thee ; 
 But, as yet, thy light discloses 
 
 Guilt, and only guilt in me ; 
 
72 H Y M N S . 
 
 Take off my polluted dress, 
 Kobe me in thy righteousness. 
 
 Though I find my sufferings painful, 
 Worn in body, faint in mind, 
 Welcome they will prove, and gainful, 
 
 If they work the end designed; 
 Make it, Lord, my hourly prayer, 
 In thy holiness to share. 
 
 Soon, thy glorious work completed, 
 Sufferings I shall need no more ; 
 
 Pure in heart, and new created, 
 Thou thine image wilt restore : 
 
 Then from every bond set free, 
 
 Lord, thy glory I shall see. 
 
 SICKNESS SANCTIFIED. 
 
 I know, O Lord, that thy judgments are right, and that thou in faithful- 
 ness hast afflicted me. — Psalm 119 : 75. 
 
 For what shall I praise thee, my God and my 
 
 king ? 
 For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring ? 
 Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health, and 
 
 for ease ? 
 For the spring of delight, and the sunshine of 
 
 peace ? 
 
II V M NS. 73 
 
 Shall I praise thee for flowers that bloomed on 
 
 my breast ? 
 For joys in perspective, and pleasures possessed? 
 For the spirits that heightened my day of delight, 
 And the slumbers that sat on my pillow by night ? 
 
 For this should I praise thee ! but if only for tins, 
 I should leave half untold the donation of bliss : 
 I thank thee for sickness, for sorrow, for care, 
 For the thorns I have gathered, the anguish I bear ; 
 
 For the nights of anxiety, watchings, and tears, 
 A present of pain, a perspective of fears ; 
 I praise thee, I bless thee, my king and my God, 
 For the good and the evil thy love hath bestowed. 
 
 The flowers were sweet, but then fragrance is 
 
 flown, 
 They yielded no fruits, they are withered and gone ; 
 The thorn, it was poignant, but precious to me, — 
 'T was the message of mercy, it led me to thee. 
 
 EXTREME SUFFERINGS. 
 
 Save me, O God ; for the waters are come in unto my soul. — Ps. 69 : 1. 
 
 Full of trembling expectation, 
 Feeling much, and fearing more, 
 
 Mighty God of my salvation ! 
 I thy timely aid implore ; 
 
74 HYMNS. 
 
 Suffering Son of Man be near me, 
 
 All my sufferings to sustain ; 
 By thy sorer griefs to cheer me, 
 By thy more than mortal pain. 
 
 Call to mind that unknown anguish 
 
 In thy days of flesh below ; 
 When thy troubled soul did languish 
 
 Under a whole world of woe ; 
 When thou didst our curse inherit, 
 
 Groan beneath our guilty load, 
 Burdened with a wounded spirit, 
 
 Bruised by all the wrath of God. 
 
 By thy most severe temptation, 
 
 In that dark, satanic hour ; 
 By thy last, mysterious passion, 
 
 Screen me from the adverse power. 
 By thy fainting in the garden, 
 
 By thy bloody sweat, I pray, 
 Write upon my heart the pardon, 
 
 Take my sins and fears away. 
 
 By the travail of thy spirit, 
 
 By thine outcry on the tree, 
 By thine agonizing merit, 
 
 In my pangs, remember me ! 
 By thy death I thee conjure, 
 
 A weak, dying soul befriend ; 
 Make me patient to endure, 
 
 Make me faithful to the end. 
 
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 SUFFERING SANCTIFIED. 
 
 I take pleasure in infirmities. — '2 Cor. 12 : 10. 
 
 How happy the sorrowful man, 
 
 Whose sorrow is sent from above, 
 Awaked by a visit of pain, 
 
 Chastised by Omnipotent love ! 
 The author of all his distress, 
 
 He comes by affliction to know ; 
 And God he in heaven shall bless, 
 
 That ever he suffered below. 
 
 Thus, thus may I happily grieve, 
 
 And hear the intent of his rod ; 
 The marks of adoption receive, 
 
 The strokes of a merciful God ; 
 "With nearer access to Ins throne, 
 
 My burden of follies confess, 
 The cause of my miseries own, 
 
 And cry for an answer of peace. 
 
 O, Father of mercies ! on me, 
 On me in affliction bestow 
 
 A power of applying to thee, 
 A sanctified use of my woe. 
 
 I would, in a spirit of prayer, 
 
 To all thine appointments submit, 
 
 The pledge of my happiness bear. 
 And joyfully die at thy feet. 
 
76 HYMNS. 
 
 THE CHAMBER OF SICKNESS. 
 
 And if they be holden in cords of affliction, he openeth also their ear lo 
 discipline. — Job 36: S, 10. 
 
 Chamber of sickness ! much to thee I owe, 
 
 Though dark thou be ; 
 The lessons it imports me most to know, 
 
 I owe to thee. 
 A sacred seminary thou hast been, — 
 I trust to train me for a happier scene. 
 
 Chamber of sickness ! Suffering and alone, 
 
 My friends withdrawn, 
 The blessed beams of heavenly truth have shone 
 
 On me forlorn, 
 With such a hallowed vividness and power, 
 As ne'er were granted to a brighter hour. 
 
 Chamber of sickness ! Midst thy silence, oft 
 
 A voice is heard, 
 Which, though it fall like dew on flowers, so soft, 
 
 Yet speaks each word 
 Into the aching heart's unseen recess, 
 With power no earthly accents could possess. 
 
 Chamber of sickness ! In that bright abode, 
 
 Where there is no more pain, 
 If, through the merits of my Saviour, God, 
 
 A seat I gain, 
 This theme shall tune my golden harp's soft lays, 
 That in thy shelter passed my earthly days. 
 
 ! 
 
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 CHRIST'S SYMPATHY WITH THE SUFFERER 
 
 For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of 
 our infirmities : but u-as in all points tempted like as we are, yet wi;h- 
 out sin. — Hebrew* 4 : Iff. 
 
 Where high the heavenly temple stands, 
 The house of God not made with hands, 
 A great high priest our nature wears, — 
 The guardian of mankind appears. 
 
 Though now ascended up on high, 
 He hends on earth a brother's eye ; 
 Partaker of the human name, 
 He knows the frailty of our frame. 
 
 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains 
 A fellow-feeling of our pains, 
 And still remembers in the skies, 
 His tears, his agonies, and cries. 
 
 In even' pang that rends the heart, 
 The Man of Sorrows had a part ; 
 
 He sympathizes with our grief. 
 And to the sufferer sends relief. 
 
 With boldness, therefore, at the throne. 
 Let us make all our sorrows known,. 
 And ask the aids of heavenly power 
 To help us in the evil hour. 
 
78 HYMNS. 
 
 CONFORMITY TO CHRIST. 
 
 Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus. — Phil. 2.5. 
 
 Ever 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. 
 
 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, e'en from thence, 
 Breathing words of peace and love ; 
 
 Saviour, let thy grace in me 
 
 Form that mind which was in thee. 
 
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 LITANY TO THE SAVIOUR. 
 
 For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved. 
 Romans 10 : 13. 
 
 Saviour ! when in dust, to thee, 
 Low we bow the adoring knee ; 
 When, repentant, to the skies 
 Scarce w^e lift our weeping eyes, — 
 O, by all thy pains and woe, 
 Suffered once for man below, — 
 Bending from thy throne on high, 
 Hear our solemn Litany ! 
 
 By thy helpless, infant years, 
 By thy life of want and tears, 
 By thy days of sore distress 
 In the savage wilderness ; 
 By the dread, mysterious hour 
 Of th' insulting tempter's power, — 
 Turn, O, turn a favoring eye, — 
 Hear our solemn Litany ! 
 
 By the sacred griefs, that wept 
 O'er the grave where Lazarus slept ; 
 By the boding tears, that flowed 
 Over Salem's loved abode ; 
 By the anguished sigh, that told 
 Treachery lurked within thy fold, — 
 From thy seat above the sky, 
 Hear our solemn Litany ! 
 
80 HYMNS. 
 
 By thine hour of dire despair, 
 By thine agony of prayer; 
 By the cross, the nail, the thorn, 
 Piercing spear, and torturing scorn ; 
 By the gloom that veiled the skies 
 O'er the dreadful sacrifice, — 
 Listen to our humble ciy, 
 Hear our solemn Litany ! 
 
 By thy deep, expiring groan, 
 By the sad, sepulchral stone ; 
 By the vault, whose dark abode 
 Held in vain the rising God ; — 
 O, from earth to heaven restored, 
 Mighty, reascended Lord ! — 
 Listen, listen to the ciy 
 Of our solemn Litany ! 
 
 LITANY TO THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 Likewise also the Spirit helpeth our infirmities. — Romans S : 26. 
 
 In the hour of my distress, 
 When temptations me oppress, 
 And when I my sins confess, — 
 Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 
 
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 When I lie within my bed, 
 Sick in heart, and sick in head, 
 And with doubts disquieted, — 
 Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 
 
 When the house doth sigh and weep, 
 And the world is drowned in sleep, 
 Yet mine eyes the watch do keep. — 
 Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 
 
 When the tempter me pursueth, 
 With the sins of all my youth, 
 And condemns me with untruth, — 
 Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 
 
 "When the flames and hellish cries 
 Fright mine ears, and fright my eyes, 
 And all terrors me surprise, 
 
 Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 
 
 When the judgment is revealed. 
 And that opened, which was sealed, 
 When to thee I have appealed, — 
 Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 
 
82 HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS. 
 
 But God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord Jesus 
 Christ, by whom the world is crucified unto me, and I unto the world. 
 — Galatians 6 : 14. 
 
 Thou, Majesty Divine ! 
 Was ever poverty like thine ! 
 Who, for such surpassing love, 
 Yielding blood for blood, will prove 
 
 True follower in thy train ? 
 
 Sharing now thy wounds, I pray thee, 
 Let me love for love repay thee ; 
 Thou, whose soul for sinners smarted, 
 Healer of the broken-hearted, 
 Kind Father of the poor. 
 
 What in me is wounded, broken, 
 What doth sore disease betoken, 
 Sweetest Saviour, make it whole, 
 Then restore me, heal my soul 
 With medicine divine. 
 
 1 draw near, as thou wert by me, 
 Yea, I do believe thee near me ; 
 Heal me, thou my hope hast been ; 
 Cleanse me, and I shall be clean, 
 
 When washed in blood of thine. 
 
 On my heart each stripe be written, 
 Wherewith thou for me wert smitten ; 
 
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 Each deep wound, that I may be 
 Wholly crucified with thee, 
 And loving thee alway. 
 
 Gracious Jesus, Lord most dear, 
 Guilty though I am, give ear ; 
 Show thine own sweet clemency ; 
 Spurn me not, though vile I be, 
 From thy blessed feet away. 
 
 Here before thee, fallen, weeping, 
 And with tears these torn feet steeping; 
 Jesus, for thy mercy's sake, 
 Pity on my misery take, 
 And one kind look let fall. 
 
 From the cross uplifted high, 
 My beloved, cast thine eye ; 
 Turn me to thee, heart and soul, 
 Speak the word of power, — ' Be whole. 
 I have forgiven thee all/ 
 
 THE VOICE OF JESUS. 
 
 Jesus spake unto them, saying. Be of good cheer ; it is I, be not afraid. 
 
 Matthew 14: 27. 
 
 When waves of trouble round me swell. 
 
 My soul is not dismayed ; 
 I hear a voice I know full well, — 
 
 "T is I — be not afraid.' 
 
84 HYMNS. 
 
 When black the threatening skies appear, 
 And storms my path invade, 
 
 Those accents tranquillize each fear, — 
 "Tis I— be not afraid.' 
 
 There is a gulf, that must be crossed ; 
 
 Saviour, be near to aid ! 
 Whisper, when my frail bark is tossed, — 
 
 " Tis I — be not afraid.' 
 
 There is a dark and fearful vale, 
 Death hides within its shade ; 
 
 O, say, when flesh and heart shall fail, — 
 4 'Tis I — be not afraid.' 
 
 CHRIST OUR LIGHT. 
 
 Whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth 
 in a dark place. — 1 Peter 1 : 19. 
 
 Polar Star of life's dark sea ! 
 All unknowing how to steer, 
 Saviour, I would look to thee, 
 O'er the watery waste appear; 
 Let no cloud obscure thy light, 
 Shine encouragingly bright. 
 
 O'er the rolling billows shine, 
 Faith to thee her eye will turn ; 
 
 Though the stormy night be mine, 
 If my beacon I discern, 
 
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 If my guiding star appear, 
 I shall quickly lose my fear. 
 
 Though the foaming billows rise, 
 
 I shall scarce their threatening see, 
 If I turn me to the skies, 
 If I fix my gaze on thee. 
 
 Guiding Star ! still give thy light, 
 Lead me through the stormy night. 
 
 COMMITTING THE SOUL TO THE SAVIOUR. 
 
 Into thy hand I commit my spirit ; thou hast redeemed me, O Lord 
 God of truth. — Psalm 31 : 5. 
 
 My spirit on thy care, 
 
 Blest Saviour, I recline ; 
 Thou wilt not leave me to despair, 
 
 For thou art love divine. 
 
 In thee I place my trust, 
 
 On thee I calmly rest ; 
 I know thee good, — I know thee just, 
 
 And count thy choice the best. 
 
 Whate'er events betide, 
 
 Thy will they all perform ; 
 Safe in thy breast my head I hide, 
 
 Nor fear the coming storm. 
 
86 HYMNS. 
 
 Let good or ill befall, 
 It must be good for me ; 
 
 Secure of having thee in all, 
 Of having all in thee. 
 
 
 CLINGING TO JESUS. 
 
 Seeing then we have a great high priest that is passed into the heavens, 
 Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast our profession. — Heb. 4 : 14. 
 
 Holy Saviour, friend unseen, 
 Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean, 
 Help me throughout life's varying scene, 
 By faith to cling to thee ! 
 
 Blest with this fellowship divine, 
 Take what thou wilt, I'll ne'er repine ; 
 E'en as the branches to the vine, 
 
 My soul would cling to thee ! 
 
 Far from her home, fatigued, opprest, 
 Here she has found her place of rest ; 
 An exile still, yet not unblest, 
 
 While she can cling to thee ! 
 
 Oft, when I seem to tread alone 
 
 Some barren waste with thorns o'ergrown, 
 
 Thy voice of love, in tenderest tone, 
 
 Whispers, ' still cling to me ! ' 
 
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HYMNS. 
 
 Though faith and hope may oft be tried, 
 I ask not, need not, aught beside ; 
 How safe, how calm, how satisfied, 
 
 The soul that clings to thee ! 
 
 Blest is my lot, whate'er befall : 
 What can disturb me, what appall. 
 Whilst as my rock, my strength, my all. 
 Saviour ! I cling to thee ? 
 
 RISE AND PRAY. 
 
 Luke 0-2: 46. 
 
 Art thou a pilgrim, and alone, 
 
 Far from the home once called thine own I 
 
 From friendship's faithful bosom wrested, 
 
 In stranger hands thy comforts vested, 
 
 Thy life a cheerless wintry day 
 
 Unlit by sunshine ! — Bise and pray ! 
 
 Smiled on thee once the bliss of earth, 
 And glittering joys of transient worth ! 
 Hast thou adored some idol shrine, 
 Or bent has many a knee at thine ? 
 Faded these creatures of a day, 
 What hast thou left ? Arise and pray ! 
 
88 HYMNS. 
 
 O, hast thou, driven by deepest woe, 
 Thy soul's sure refuge learned to know ? 
 And every storm of life would meet 
 Beneath the sheltering mercy-seat? 
 Whether in youth or life's decay, 
 Thy lot is blest — thou lov'st to pray? 
 
 But haply thou, even thou, hast found 
 
 Religion's consecrated ground 
 
 With sorrows and with snares beset ; 
 
 Which, though the Almighty Sufferer met 
 
 To conquer, we must yet obey 
 
 His welcome mandate — Rise and pray ! 
 
 O, mournful lot to mortals given, 
 Might not the winged thought to heaven, 
 Amidst opposing myriads rise 
 To claim its refuge in the skies ! 
 ' Where is thy God ? ' whilst mockers say, 
 To him mounts up the soul to pray ! 
 
 Though, mingled in one bitter draught, 
 
 Thou every earthly woe hast quaffed ; 
 
 Around, though enemies prevail, 
 
 And darts from cherished friends assail ; 
 
 These, but in image faint portray 
 
 His griefs, who bids thee — Rise and pray ! 
 
 Even should that direst hour be thine, 
 When in the darkening heavens no sign 
 
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 Appears ; — but thou in combat fell 
 Must meet the adverse hosts of hell, 
 O, never cast the hope away, 
 While thou canst lift thy heart to pray. 
 
 With tears, with bitterest agony 
 
 The Saviour wrestled, soul ! for thee, 
 
 Ere he could all triumphant rise 
 
 To plead the accepted sacrifice : 
 
 So, till the world shall pass away, 
 
 Shall stand his words — ' Arise and pray ! ' 
 
 TO PRAYER. 
 
 In the morning will I direct my prayer to thee. — Psalm 5 : 3. 
 
 To prayer, to prayer ! — for the morning breaks, 
 
 And earth in her Maker's smile awakes. 
 
 His light is on all below, above, 
 
 The light of gladness, and life, and love. 
 
 O, then, in the breath of the early air, 
 
 Send upwards the incense of grateful prayer. 
 
 To prayer ! — for the glorious sun is gone, 
 And the gathering darkness of night comes on. 
 Like a curtain from God's kind hand it flows, 
 To shade the couch where his children repose. 
 Then kneel, while the watching stars are bright, 
 And give your last thoughts to the guardian of night. 
 
90 h y * m s . 
 
 To prayer ! — for the day that God has hlessed . 
 Comes tranquilly on with its welcome rest. 
 It speaks of creation's early bloom ; 
 It speaks of the prince who burst the tomb. 
 Then summon the spirit' s exalted powers, 
 And devote to heaven the hallowed hours. 
 
 There are smiles and tears in the mother's eyes. 
 
 For her new-born infant beside her lies. 
 
 O, hour of bliss ! when the heart o'erflows 
 
 With rapture, a mother only knows. 
 
 Let it gush forth in words of fervent prayer ; 
 
 Let it swell up to heaven for her precious care. 
 
 There are smiles and tears in that gathering band, 
 "Where the heart is pledged with the trembling 
 
 hand. 
 What trying thoughts in her bosom swell, 
 As the bride bids parents and home, farewell ! 
 Kneel down by the side of the tearful fair, 
 And strengthen the perilous hour with prayer. 
 
 Kneel down by the dying sinner's side, 
 And pray for his soul through him who died. 
 Large drops of anguish are thick on his brow — 
 O, what is earth and its pleasures now ! 
 And what shall assuage his dark despair, 
 But the penitent cry of humble prayer ? 
 
H Y M X S . 91 
 
 Kneel down at the couch of departing faith, 
 And hear the last words the believer saith. 
 He has bidden adieu to his earthly friends; 
 There is peace in his eye that upward bends ; 
 There is peace in his calm, confiding air ; 
 For his last thoughts are God's, his last words. 
 prayer. 
 
 The voice of prayer at the sable bier ! 
 A voice to sustain, to soothe, and to cheer. 
 It commends the spirit to God who gave ; 
 It lifts the thoughts from the cold, dark grave ; 
 It points to the glory where he shall reign, 
 Who whispered, ' Thy brother shall rise again. 3 
 
 The voice of prayer in the world of bliss ! 
 But gladder, purer, than rose from this. 
 The ransomed shout to their glorious king, 
 Where no sorrow shades the soul as they sing ; 
 But a sinless and joyous song they raise ; 
 And then voice of prayer is eternal praise. 
 
 Awake, awake, and gird up thy strength 
 
 To join that holy band at length. 
 
 To him who unceasing love displays, 
 
 Whom the powers of nature unceasingly praise, 
 
 To him thy heart,, and thy hours be given ; 
 
 For a life of prayer is the life of heaven. 
 
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 TEACH ME TO PRAY. 
 
 
 One of his disciples said unto him. Lord, teach us to pray. — Luke 11: 1. 
 
 O, God ! may I look up to thee ? 
 I would address thee if I may ; 
 And this my one request should be, 
 Teach me to pray. 
 
 Now in my sickness I would ask, 
 
 What thoughts to think, what words to say ; 
 Prayer is a new and arduous task ; 
 Teach me to pray. 
 
 A heartless form will not suffice, 
 
 The self-deemed rich are sent away; 
 The heart must bring the sacrifice — 
 Teach me to pray. 
 
 To whom shall I, thy creature, turn ? 
 
 Whom else address ? Whom else obey ? 
 Teach me the lesson I would learn — 
 Teach me to pray. 
 
 Now, in my hour of trouble, deign 
 
 To bow my spirit to thy sway ; 
 Now, let me ask thee not in vain — 
 Teach me to pray. 
 
 
HYMNS. 93 
 
 To thee alone my eyes look up, 
 
 Turn not, O God, thy face away, 
 Prayer is my only door of hope — 
 Teach me to pray. 
 
 FIRST BEQUESTS. 
 
 Ask what I shall give thee. — 1 Kirigs 3 : 5. 
 
 And dost thou say, ' Ask what thou wilt ? ' 
 Lord, I would seize the golden hour, — 
 
 I pray to be released from guilt, 
 
 And freed from sin, and Satan's power. 
 
 More of thy presence, Lord, impart, 
 More of thine image let me bear ; 
 
 Erect thy throne within my heart, 
 And reign without a rival there. 
 
 Give me to read my pardon, sealed, 
 
 And from thy joy to draw my strength ; 
 
 To have thy boundless love revealed, 
 In all its height, and breadth, and length. 
 
 Grant these requests, I ask no more, 
 But to thy care the rest resign ; 
 
 Sick or in health, or rich, or poor, 
 All shall be well, if thou art mine. 
 
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 THE PROMISE. 
 
 Ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full. — John 16: 24. 
 
 1 Ask, and ye shall receive ; ' 
 This promise — O, how free ! 
 Lord, help me firmly to believe 
 That promise made for me. 
 
 Much need have I to pray, 
 
 Pardon and grace I seek; 
 Defence and guidance every day, 
 
 And strength, for I am weak. 
 
 My prayer do thou inspire. 
 And, O ! that prayer receive ; 
 
 Lord, teach me what I should desire ; 
 Lord, help me to believe. 
 
 THE MERCY-SEAT. 
 
 And there I will meet with thee, and I will commune with thee from 
 above the mercy-seat. — Exod. 25 : 22. 
 
 From every stormy wind that blows, 
 From every swelling tide of woes, 
 There is a calm, a sure retreat — 
 'Tis found beneath the ' Mercy-seat.' 
 
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 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
 The oil of gladness on our heads ; 
 A place than all beside more sweet, 
 It is the blood-bought ' Mercy-seat.' 
 
 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' 
 
 Ah ! whither could we flee for aid, 
 When tempted, desolate, dismayed ; 
 Or how the host of hell defeat, 
 Had suffering saints no ' Mercy-seat ? ' 
 
 LONGING FOR GOD'S PRESENCE. 
 
 Psalm 42. 
 
 Lone, amidst the dead and dying, 
 
 Lord, my spirit faints for thee ; 
 Longing, thirsting, drooping, sighing, - 
 
 When shall I thy presence see ? 
 
 O, how altered my condition ; 
 
 Late I led the joyous throng ; 
 Beat my heart with full fruition, 
 
 Flowed my lips with grateful song. 
 
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 HYMNS. 
 
 Now the storm goes wildly o'er me, 
 Waves on waves my soul confound ; 
 
 Nought but boding fears before me, 
 Nought but threat'ning foes around. 
 
 Save me, save me, O my Father ! 
 
 To thy faithful word I cling : 
 Thence my soul thy comfort gather ; 
 
 Hope, and thou again shalt sing. 
 
 THE PRESENCE OE GOD. 
 
 As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, sopanteth my soul after thee, 
 O God. — Psalm 42 : 1. 
 
 As panting in the sultry beam, 
 The hart desires the cooling stream, 
 So to thy presence, Lord, I flee, — 
 So longs my soul, O God, for thee ; 
 Athirst to taste thy living grace, 
 And see thy glory face to face. 
 
 But rising griefs distress my soul, 
 
 And tears on tears successive roll ; 
 
 For many an evil voice is near, 
 
 To chide my woe, and mock my fear ; 
 
 And silent memory weeps alone, 
 
 O'er hours of peace and gladness flown. 
 
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 For I have walked the happy round, 
 That circles Zion's holy ground, 
 And gladly swelled the choral lays 
 That hymned my great Redeemers praise, 
 What time the hallowed arch along, 
 Responsive swelled the solemn song. 
 
 Ah! why, by passing clouds oppressed, 
 Should vexing thoughts distract my breast ? 
 Turn, turn to him in every pain, 
 Whom never suppliant sought in vain ; 
 Thy strength, in joy's ecstatic day, 
 Thy hope, when joy has passed away. 
 
 LIFTING THE SOUL TO GOD 
 
 Unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul. — Psalm 25 : 1. 
 
 Fountain of light and living breath, 
 
 Whose mercies never fail nor fade ; 
 Fill me with life that hath no death, 
 Fill me with light that hath no shade ; 
 Appoint the remnant of my days 
 To see thy power, and sing thy praise. 
 
 Lord God of gods — before whose throne 
 
 Stand storms of fire ! O, what shall we 
 Return to Heaven, that is our own, 
 When all the world belongs to thee ? 
 We have no offering to impart, 
 But praises and a wounded heart. 
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HYMNS, 
 
 O thou, that sitt'st in heaven, and see'st 
 
 My deeds without, my thoughts within, — 
 Be thou my prince, be thou my priest, *\ ? 
 
 Command my soul, and cure my sin : 
 How bitter my afflictions be 
 I care not, so I rise to thee. 
 
 What I possess, or what I crave, 
 
 Brings no content, great God, to me, — 
 If what I would, or what I have, 
 Be not possest, and blest in thee : 
 "What I enjoy, O make it mine, 
 In making me, that have it, thine. 
 
 When winter fortunes cloud the brows 
 
 Of summer friends, — when eyes grow strange, 
 When plighted faith forgets its vows, 
 When earth and all things in it change, 
 O Lord, thy mercies fail me never — 
 Where once thoulov'st — thou lov'st forever. 
 
 Great God, whose kingdom hath no end, 
 
 Into whose secrets none can dive, 
 Whose mercy none can apprehend, 
 
 Whose justice none can feel, — and live : 
 What my dull heart cannot aspire 
 To know, Lord, teach me to ndmire ! 
 
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 WAITING FOR THE LORD. 
 
 Psalm 130. 
 
 Fro m the depths of grief and fear, 
 O Lord ! to thee my soul repairs ; 
 From thy heaven bow down thy ear, 
 Let thy mercy meet my prayers. 
 O, if thou mark' st 
 
 "What's done amiss, 
 What soul so pure, 
 Can see thy bliss ? 
 
 But, with thee, sweet mercy stands, 
 
 Sealing pardons, working fear ; 
 Wait, my soul, wait on his hands, 
 Wait mine eye, O wait mine ear. 
 If he his eye, 
 
 Or tongue affords. 
 Watch all his looks, 
 Catch all his words. 
 
 As a watchman waits for day, 
 
 And looks for light, and looks again : 
 When the night grows old and gray, 
 To be relieved he calls amain ; 
 So look, so wait, 
 
 So long mine eyes, 
 To see my Lord, 
 My sun arise. 
 
100 HYMNS. 
 
 Wait ye saints, wait on our Lord, 
 
 For from his tongue sweet mercy flows ; 
 "Wait on his cross, — wait on his word, — 
 Upon that tree redemption grows. 
 He will redeem 
 
 His Israel 
 From sin and wrath, 
 From death and hell. 
 
 RELYING UPON GOD. 
 
 Casting all your care upon him, for he careth for you. — 1 Peter 5 : 7. 
 
 When anxious thoughts the bosom fill, 
 
 And skies look dark above, 
 How sweet, reposing on his will, 
 
 To feel that God is love ! 
 To him our mean affairs 
 
 Are most minutely known ; 
 He weighs the burden of our cares, 
 
 And numbers every groan. 
 
 When fails each earthly confidence, 
 
 And friends grow cold and strange, 
 I rest on thine omnipotence, 
 
 On love that cannot change. 
 This trust can ne'er delude, 
 
 Thy goodness is most wise ; 
 And in thy bounteous plenitude, 
 
 My wealth, my portion lies. 
 
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 O, let me still a father's hand 
 
 In all my ways perceive ; 
 And, when I cannot understand, 
 
 Be humble and believe ; 
 Till what I know not now, 
 
 Shall all be clearly shown. 
 When at thy throne my soul shall bow, 
 
 And know as I am known. 
 
 CONFIDENCE IN GOD. 
 
 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted 
 within me ? hope thou in God ; for I shall yet praise him, who is the 
 health of my countenance, and my God. — Psalm 42 : 11. 
 
 O, let my trembling soul be still, 
 
 While darkness veils this mortal eye ; 
 
 And wait thy wise, thy holy will, 
 Wrapped yet in fears and mystery. 
 
 I cannot, Lord, thy purpose see, 
 
 Yet all is well — since ruled by thee. 
 
 When mounted on thy clouded car, 
 Thou send' st thy darker spirits down, 
 
 I can discern thy light afar, 
 
 Thy light sweet beaming through thy frown ! 
 
 And should I faint a moment — then 
 
 I think of thee, and smile again. 
 
102 HYMNS. 
 
 So, trusting in thy love, I tread 
 
 The narrow path of duty on ; 
 What though some cherished joys are fled ! 
 
 What though some flattering dreams are gone! 
 Yet purer, brighter joys remain ; 
 
 Why should my spirit, then, complain ? 
 
 OUR HELP AND OUR SHIELD. 
 
 Oar soul waiteth for the Lord ; he is our help and our shield. 
 Psalm 33 : 20. 
 
 O God, the Lord of place and time, 
 Who orderest all things prudently ; 
 
 Brightening with beams the opening prime, 
 And burning in the mid-day sky : 
 
 Quench thou the fires of hate and strife, 
 The wasting fever of the heart ; 
 
 From perils guard our feeble life, 
 And to our souls thy peace impart. 
 
 This grace on thy redeemed confer, — 
 
 Father, coequal Son, 
 And Holy Ghost, the Comforter, 
 
 Eternal Three in One. 
 
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HYMNS. 103 
 
 ; PERFECT IX LOVE.' 
 
 so feareth is not made perfect in love. Perfect love casteth oui 
 ilar. — 1 Jo ui 4 ; 15. 
 
 Perfect in love ! ' — Lord, can it be, 
 
 Amidst this state of doubt and sin ! 
 While foes so thick without, I see ; 
 With weakness, pain, disease within : 
 Can perfect love inhabit here, 
 And, strong in faith, extinguish fear ? 
 
 O, Lord ! amidst this mental night, 
 
 Amidst the clouds of dark dismay, 
 Arise ! arise ! shed forth thy light, 
 And kindle love's meridian day. 
 My Saviour God to me appear. 
 So love shall triumph over fear. 
 
 THOUGHTS IN AFFLICTION. 
 
 All the days of ray appointed time will I wait, till my chancre come 
 JohU: 14. 
 
 O thou, my kind, chastising God, 
 
 Help me to own thy sway ; 
 Teach me to bend beneath thy rod, 
 
 And cast my pride away. 
 
1 04 HYMNS. 
 
 Have I then wished (presumptuous thought) 
 
 The weight of sorrow less ; 
 Or e'er, with earthly weapons, fought 
 
 Against my deep distress ? 
 
 Teach me with meek, submissive awe, 
 
 To own thy sovereign will ; 
 E'en from thy rod my comforts draw, 
 
 And weep, but thank thee still. 
 
 And O, if those, once sent by thee 
 
 To soothe the bitter tear, 
 Now seem thy messengers to be, 
 
 Of judgments more severe, — 
 
 Let me thy ruling hand discern, 
 
 Thy voice of mercy know ; 
 And from thy gentle teaching learn 
 
 To seek no bliss below. 
 
 A mourner through this gloomy vale, 
 'Tis meet thy child should go, 
 
 Until thy mighty hand prevail, 
 To conquer every foe. 
 
 For thou hast said an hour should come, 
 
 When, at thy high behest, 
 Earth shall prepare thy saints a home, 
 
 And thou amidst them rest ! 
 
HYMNS. 105 
 
 REJOICE ALWAY. 
 
 Rejoice in the Lord ahvay : and again I say. Rejoice. — Phil. 4:1. 
 
 Rejoice in Christ ahvay, — 
 
 When earth looks heavenly bright, 
 When joy makes glad the livelong day, 
 
 And peace shuts in the night. 
 Rejoice when care and woe 
 
 The fainting soul oppress, — 
 When tears at wakeful midnight flow, 
 
 And morn brings heaviness. 
 
 Rejoice in hope and fear, — 
 
 Rejoice in life and death, — 
 Rejoice when threatening storms are near, 
 
 And comfort languisheth. 
 When should they not rejoice, 
 
 Whom Christ his brethren calls, — 
 Who hear and know his guiding voice, 
 
 When on their hearts it falls ? 
 
 Yet not to rash excess, 
 
 Let joy like ours prevail, — 
 Feast not on earth's deliciousness, 
 
 Till faith begin to fail. 
 Our temperate use of bliss — 
 
 Let it to all appear; 
 And be our constant watchword this, — 
 1 The Lord himself is near ! ' 
 
106 H Y M N S . 
 
 Take anxious care for nought, 
 
 To God your wants make known, 
 And soar on wings of heavenly thought, 
 
 Toward his eternal throne. 
 So, though our path is steep, 
 
 And many a tempest lowers, 
 Shall his own peace our spirits keep, 
 
 And Christ's dear love be ours. 
 
 CONFIDING IN GOD. 
 
 Casting all your care upon him, for he careth for you. — 1 Peter 5 : ' 
 
 O Lord ! how happy should we be 
 If we could cast our care on thee, — 
 
 If we from self could rest; 
 And feel at heart, that one above 
 In perfect wisdom, perfect love, 
 
 Is working for the best. 
 
 How far from this our daily life ! 
 Ever disturbed by anxious strife, 
 
 By sudden, wild alarms ; 
 O, could we but relinquish all 
 Our earthly props, and simply fall 
 
 On thy Almighty arms ! 
 
HYMNS. 107 
 
 Could we but kneel, and cast our load. 
 E'en while we pray, upon our God, 
 
 Then rise with lightened cheer, — 
 Sure that the Father, who is nigh 
 To still the famished raven's cry, 
 
 Will hear, in that we fetor. 
 
 We cannot trust him as we should. 
 So chafes fallen nature's restless mood 
 
 To cast its peace away ; 
 Yet birds and now'rets round us preach. 
 All, all, the present evil teach, 
 
 Sufficient for the day. 
 
 Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours 
 Such lesson learn from birds and flowers, 
 
 3Iake them from self to cease ; 
 Leave all things to a Father's will, 
 And taste, before him lying still, 
 
 E'en in affliction, peace. 
 
 'HOPE THOU Ds GOD. 1 
 
 Psalm 48: 5. 
 
 AVhy, when storms around you gather. 
 
 Should your trembling spirit sink ? 
 Look to God, your heavenly Father, 
 
 And of his sweet promise think. 
 
108 HYMNS. 
 
 Fancy will be often painting 
 
 Scenes in dark and fearful shade ; 
 
 Yet, why should thy soul be fainting, 
 Of prospective woes afraid ? 
 
 Cease that dark anticipation ! 
 
 Still let love and faith abound ; 
 For the day of tribulation, 
 
 Strength sufficient will be found. 
 
 God is love, and will not leave you, 
 When you most his kindness need ; 
 
 God is true, nor can deceive you, 
 Though your faith be weak indeed. 
 
 ENDURING TRUST. 
 
 For this God is our God, forever and ever ; he will be our guide even 
 unto death. — Psalm 48 : 14. 
 
 O Lord, my best desire fulfil, 
 
 And help me to resign 
 Life, health, and comfort, to thy will, 
 
 And make thy pleasure, mine. 
 
 Why should I shrink at thy command, 
 
 Whose love forbids my fears ; 
 Or tremble at the gracious hand 
 
 That wipes away my tears? 
 
HYMNS. 109 
 
 No, let me rather freely yield 
 
 What most I prize, to thee, 
 "Who never hast a good withheld, 
 
 Or wilt withhold from me. 
 
 Thy favor all my journey through, 
 
 Thou hast engaged to grant ; 
 What else I want, or think I do, 
 
 'Tis better still to want. 
 
 "Wisdom and mercy guide my way.. — 
 
 Shall I resist them both ? 
 The poor, blind creature of a day, 
 
 And crushed before the moth ! 
 
 But, ah ! my inward spirit cries — 
 
 Still bind me to thy sway ; 
 Else the next cloud that veils my skies, 
 
 Drives all these thoughts away. 
 
 STRENGTH PERFECT IN WEAKNESS. 
 
 For my strength is made perfect in weakness. — 2 Cor. 12 : 9. 
 
 Since 'tis God's will, — pain, take your course, 
 Exert on me your utmost force, — 
 I well God's truth and promise know ; 
 
 He never sends a woe, 
 
 But his supports divine 
 In due proportion with the affliction join. 
 
110 HYMNS. 
 
 Though I am frailest of mankind, 
 And apt to waver as the wind, — 
 Though me no feeble bruised reed 
 
 In weakness can exceed, — 
 
 My soul on God relies, 
 And I your fierce, redoubled shocks despise. 
 
 Patient, resigned, and humble wills 
 
 Impregnably resist all ills. 
 
 My God will guide me by his light, 
 
 Give me victorious might, 
 
 No pang can me invade, 
 Beneath his wings' propitious shade. 
 
 1 THOU HAST BEEN MY REFUGE.' 
 
 Psalm 69 : 16. 
 
 On ! strange infirmity ! to think 
 
 That he will leave my soul to sink 
 
 In darkness and distress : 
 "Who has appeared in times of old, 
 "Who saved me while the billows rolled, 
 
 And cheered me with his grace. 
 
 What sweeter pledge could God bestow, 
 Of help in future scenes of woe, 
 
 Than grace already given ? 
 But unbelief, that hateful thing, 
 Oft makes me sigh, when I should sinir 
 
 Of confidence in heaven ! 
 
 
H Y 9 N S . Ill 
 
 RESTING ON GOD. 
 
 My meditation of Mm shall be sweet ; I will be glad in the Lord. 
 Psa:»i 104 : 34. 
 
 When languor and disease invade 
 This trembling house of clay, 
 
 'Tis sweet to look beyond my pain, 
 And long to fly away : — 
 
 Sweet to look inward, and attend 
 
 The whispers of his love ; 
 Sweet to look upward, to the place 
 
 Where Jesus pleads above : — • 
 
 Sweet to look back, and see my name 
 
 In life's fan* book set down ; 
 Sweet to look forward, and behold 
 
 Eternal joys my own : — 
 
 Sweet, to reflect how grace divine 
 
 My sins on Jesus laid ; 
 Sweet, to remember that his blood 
 
 My debt of suffering paid : — 
 
 Sweet, in his righteousness to stand, 
 
 "Whose love can never end : 
 Sweet, on his covenant of grace 
 
 For all things to depend. 
 
112 HYMNS. 
 
 Sweet, on his faithfulness to rest, 
 Whose love can never end ; 
 
 Sweet on the covenant of his grace 
 For all things to depend : — 
 
 Sweet, in the confidence of faith, 
 To trust his firm decrees ; 
 
 Sweet, to lie passive in his hands, 
 And know no will but his : — 
 
 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope, 
 That, when my change shall come, 
 
 Angels will hover round my bed, 
 And waft my spirit home. 
 
 Then shall my disembodied soul 
 
 Behold him, and adore ; 
 Be with his likeness satisfied, 
 
 And grieve and sin no more. 
 
 'BE STILL, AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD.' 
 
 Psalm 46: 10. 
 
 When I can trust my all with God, 
 In trial's fearful hour, — 
 
 Bow, all resigned, beneath his rod, 
 And bless his sparing power, — 
 
 A joy springs up amid distress, 
 
 A fountain in the wilderness. 
 
H I ■ X I . 113 
 
 O ! to be brought to Jesus' feet. 
 
 Though sorrows fix me there, 
 Is still a privilege. — and sweet 
 
 The energies of prayer, 
 Though sighs and tears its language be, 
 If Christ be nigh, and smile on me. 
 
 O, 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. 
 
 •LORD. AM) WHAT SHALL THIS MAX DO ? ' 
 
 John HI: 21. 
 
 Lord, and what shall this man do ? ' 
 Ask' st thou, Christian, for thy friend 7 
 
 If his love for Christ be true, 
 Christ hath told thee of his end : 
 
 This is he whom God approves, 
 
 This is he whom Jesus loves. 
 
 Ask not of him more than this, 
 Leave it in his Saviour's breast, — 
 
 Whether, early called to bliss, 
 
 He in youth shall find his rest. — 
 8 
 
114 H Y M m s . 
 
 Or, armed in his station, wait, 
 Till his Lord be at the gate. 
 
 "Whether in his lonely course, 
 (Lonely, not forlorn,) he stay, 
 
 Or. with love's supporting force, 
 Cheat the toil and cheer the way : 
 
 Leave it all in his high hand, 
 
 "Who doth hearts, as streams, command. 
 
 Gales from heaven, if so he will, 
 Sweeter melodies can wake 
 
 On the lonely mountain rill, 
 
 Than the meeting waters make. 
 
 Wlio hath the Father and the Son 
 
 May be left, — but not alone. 
 
 Sick or healthful, slave or free, 
 Wealthy, or despised and poor, — 
 
 What is that to him or thee, 
 So his love to Christ endure ? 
 
 When the shore is won at last, 
 
 Who will count the billows past ? 
 
 Only, since our souls will shrink 
 At the touch of natural grief, 
 
 When our earthly, loved ones sink, 
 Lend us, Lord, thy sure relief; 
 
 Patient hearts, their pain to see, 
 
 And thy grace, to follow thee. 
 
HYMNS. 115 
 
 PATIENCE IN AFFLICTION. 
 
 To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto thern beauty for 
 ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spir.: 
 of heaviness. — Isaiah 51 : 8. 
 
 Mourner in Zion! do not weep, — 
 The Lord thou lov'st may long delay ; 
 
 Yet, still thy patient vigils keep, 
 That soothing voice shall all repay. 
 
 O, weep no more ! thy God shall hear, 
 
 From dwellings of adversity 
 Thine humble cry shall reach Ins ear, 
 
 And soon Ins voice shall answer thee. 
 
 And, though Ins hand to thee may deal 
 The bitter bread of earthly woe, 
 
 And, though across thy path may steal 
 The waves of sorrow, sad and slow — 
 
 A time shall come, when, O how sweet ! 
 
 A voice, a heavenly voice, shall say, — 
 1 This is the pathway for thy feet; 
 
 Turn hither, turn, no more to stray.' 
 
 And he shall give thee songs of cheer, 
 And, O, how blest thy heart shall be ! 
 
 Mourner in Zion ! dry the tear, — 
 The Lord thy God shall comfort thee. 
 
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 HYMNS. 
 
 WHO IS ALONE ! 
 
 Surely the Lord is in this place. — Gen. 28 : 16, 
 
 How heavily the path of life 
 
 Is trod by him who walks alone ; 
 Who hears not, on his dreary way, 
 
 Affection's sweet and cheering tone ; 
 Alone, — although his heart shall bound 
 
 With love to all things great and fair, - 
 They love not him, — there is not one 
 
 His sorrow or his joy to share. 
 
 The ancient stars look coldly down 
 
 On man, the creature of a day ; 
 They lived before him, and live on, 
 
 Till his remembrance pass away. 
 The mountain lifts its hoary head, 
 
 Nor to his homage deigns reply ; 
 The stormy billows bear him forth, — 
 
 Regardless which, — to live or die. 
 
 The floweret blooms unseen by him, 
 
 Unmindful of his warmest praise ; 
 And, if it fades, seeks not his hand, 
 
 Its drooping loveliness to raise. 
 The brute creation own his power, 
 
 And, grateful, serve him, though in fear ; 
 Yet, cannot sympathize with man ; 
 
 For, if he weeps, they shed no tear. 
 
HYMNS. 117 
 
 Alone, — though in the busy town, 
 
 Where hundreds hurry to and fro, — 
 If there is none, who, for his sake, 
 
 A selfish pleasure would forego ; — 
 And O, how lonely among those, 
 
 Who have not skill to read his heart, 
 "When first he learns how summer friends, 
 
 At sight of wintry storms, depart. 
 
 My Saviour ! and didst thou, too, feel 
 
 How sad it is to be alone ; 
 Deserted, in the adverse hour, 
 
 By those, who most thy love had known ? 
 The gloomy path, though distant, still, 
 
 "Was ever present to thy view ; 
 O, how couldst thou, foreseeing it, 
 
 For us that painful course pursue ? 
 
 Forsaken by thy nearest friends, 
 
 Surrounded by malicious foes, — 
 No kindly voice encouraged thee, 
 
 When the loud shout of scorn uprose. 
 Yet, there was calm within thy soul ; 
 
 Not stoic pride that calmness kept ; 
 Nor Godhead unapproached by woe, — 
 
 Like man, thou hadst both loved and wept. 
 
 Thou wert not then alone, — for God 
 Sustained thee by his mighty power ; 
 
 His arm most felt, his care most seen, 
 When needed most in saddest hour. 
 
118 HYMNS. 
 
 None else could comfort, none else knew 
 How dreadful was the curse of sin ; 
 
 He, who controlled the storm without, 
 Could gently whisper peace within. 
 
 Who is alone, if God be nigh ? 
 
 Who shall repine at loss of friends, 
 While he has one of boundless power, 
 
 Whose constant kindness never ends ? 
 "Whose presence, felt, enhances joy, 
 
 Whose love can stop each flowing tear, 
 And cause, upon the darkest cloud, 
 
 The pledge of mercy to appear. 
 
 GOD, MY HELPER. 
 
 I was brought low, and he helped me. — Psabn 116 : 
 
 O, thou God ! who nearest prayer, 
 Every hour, and every where ; 
 Listen to my feeble breath, 
 ZSow I touch the gates of death. 
 For Ins sake, whose blood I plead, 
 Hear me, in the hour of need. 
 
 Hear, and save me, gracious Lord ! 
 For my trust is in thy word ; 
 Wash me from the stain of sin, 
 That thy peace may rule within. 
 
HYMNS. 119 
 
 May I know, myself, thy child. — 
 Ransomed, pardoned, reconciled. 
 
 Dearest Lord ! may I so much 
 As thy garments' hem to touch ; 
 Or but raise my languid eye 
 To the cross, where thou didst die ; 
 It shall make my spirit whole, — 
 It shall heal and save my soul. 
 
 Thou art merciful to save ; 
 
 Thou hast snatched me from the grave ; 
 
 I would kiss the chastening rod, 
 
 O, my Father, and my God ! 
 
 Only hide not now thy face, 
 
 God of all-sufficient grace ! 
 
 Leave me not. my strength, my trust, 
 O, remember I am dust ; 
 Leave me not, again to stray ; 
 Leave me not, the tempter's prey ; 
 Fix my heart on things above, 
 Make me happy in thy love. 
 
120 HYMNS. 
 
 THE ONLY POKTION. 
 
 Whom have I in heaven but thee ? and there is none upon earth that I 
 desire besides thee. — Psalm 73 : 25. 
 
 Lord of earth ! thy bounteous hand, 
 Well this glorious frame has planned ; 
 Woods that wave, and hills that tower, 
 Ocean rolling in his power, — 
 All that strikes the gaze unsought, 
 All that charms the lonely thought ; — 
 Friendship — gem transcending price, 
 Love — a flower from Paradise. 
 Yet, amid this scene so fair, 
 Should I cease thy smile to share, 
 What were all its joys to me? 
 ' Whom have I in heaven but thee ? ' 
 
 Lord of heaven ! beyond our sight, 
 Rolls a world of purer light, — 
 There, in love's unclouded reign, 
 Parted hands shall join again ; 
 Martyrs there, and prophets high, 
 Blaze, a glorious company, — 
 While immortal music rings 
 From unnumbered seraph strings. 
 O, that scene is passing fair — 
 Yet, shouldst thon be absent there, 
 What were all its joys to me ? 
 1 Whom have I in heaven but thee ? ' 
 
HYMNS. 121 
 
 Lord of earth and heaven ! my breast 
 Seeks in thee its only rest ; 
 I was lost — thy accents mild, 
 Homeward lured thy wandering child ; 
 I was blind — thy healing ray, 
 Charmed the long eclipse away, — 
 Source of every joy I know, 
 Solace of my every woe ; 
 Yet should once thy smile divine, 
 Cease upon my soul to shine, 
 What were heaven or earth to me ? 
 Whom have I in heaven but thee ? ' 
 
 GOD NEVER FAILETH. 
 
 Doth his promise fail forevermore ? — Psalm 77 : 8. 
 
 Life nor death shall us dissever 
 From his love, who reigns forever ; 
 Will he fail us ? never, never ! 
 "When to him we cry. 
 
 Sin may seek to snare us, 
 Fury, passion tear us ! 
 Doubt and fear, and dark despair, 
 Their fangs against us try. 
 
 But his might shall still defend us, 
 And his blessed Son befriend us, 
 And his Holy Spirit send us 
 Comfort, ere we die. 
 
122 HYMNS. 
 
 GOD NEAR. 
 
 Though he be not far from every one of us. — Acts 17 : 27. 
 
 Thou art near — yes, Lord, I feel it, — 
 Thou art near where'er I move ; 
 
 And, though sense would fain conceal it, 
 Faith oft whispers it to love. 
 
 Thou art near, — O, what a terror 
 To the soul that loves thee not; 
 
 Thou art near to mark each error, 
 "Where it cannot be forgot. 
 
 Thou art near, — O, what a blessing 
 To the souls thy love hath blest ; 
 
 Souls, thy daily care confessing, 
 Daily by their God confessed. 
 
 Why should I despond or tremble, 
 When Jehovah stoops to cheer? 
 
 But O, far rather, why dissemble 
 When Omniscience is near ? 
 
 Am I weak? thine arm will aid me 
 Safe through every danger, Lord ; 
 
 Am I hungry ? thou wilt feed me 
 With the manna of thy word. 
 
 Am I thirsty ? thou wilt guide me 
 Where refreshing waters flow ; 
 
 Faint or feeble, thou 'It provide me 
 Grace for every want I know. 
 
 
HYMNS. 123 
 
 Am I fearful ? thou wilt take me 
 
 Underneath thy wings, my God : 
 Am I faithless ? thou wilt make me 
 Bow beneath thy chastening rod. 
 
 Am I drooping ? thou art near me, 
 
 Near to bear me on my way. 
 Am I pleading ? thou wilt hear me, — 
 
 Hear and answer when I pray. 
 
 Then, my soul, since God doth love thee.. 
 
 Faint not, droop not, do not fear ; 
 For, though his heaven is high above thee, 
 
 He himself is ever near; — 
 
 Near, to watch thy wayward spirit. 
 
 Sometimes cold and careless grown ; 
 But likewise near with grace and merit. 
 
 All thy Saviour's, thence thine own. 
 
 LORD, I BELIEVE. 
 
 Lord. I believe ; help thou mine unbelief. — Mark 9 : '24. 
 
 Yes. I do feel, my God, that I am thine ; 
 
 Thou art my joy — myself, mine only grief; 
 Hear my complaint, low bending at thy shrine, — 
 
 1 Lord, I believe ; help thou mine unbelief/ 
 
124 
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 Unworthy, even, to approach so near, 
 
 My soul lies trembling like a summer's leaf; 
 
 Yet, O forgive ! I doubt not, though I fear, — 
 * Lord, I believe ; help thou mine unbelief 
 
 True, I am weak, ah, very weak ; but then 
 I know the source whence I can draw relief ; 
 
 And, though repulsed, I still can plead again, — 
 1 Lord, I believe ; help thou mine unbelief 
 
 O, draw me nearer ; for, too far away, — 
 
 The beamings of thy brightness are too brief; 
 
 While faith, though fainting, still have strength to 
 pray, — 
 ' Lord, I believe ; help thou mine unbelief 
 
 PRESUMPTION AND DESPAIR 
 
 And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved. — Psalm 30 : 
 
 One time I was allowed to steer 
 Through realms of azure light; 
 
 Henceforth, I said, I need not fear 
 A lower, meaner flight ; 
 
 But here shall evermore abide, 
 
 In light and splendor glorified. 
 
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HYMNS. 125 
 
 My heart one time the rivers fed, 
 
 Large dews upon it lay ; 
 A freshness it has won, I said, 
 
 Which shall not pass away ; 
 But what it is, it shall remain, 
 Its freshness to the end retain. 
 
 But, when I lay upon the shore, 
 Like some poor, Wounded thing, 
 
 I deemed I should not evermore 
 Refit my shattered wing ; 
 
 Nailed to the ground, and fastened there, 
 
 This was the thought of my despair. 
 
 And, when my very heart seemed dried, 
 
 And parched as summer dust, 
 Such still I deemed it must abide ; 
 
 No hope had I, no trust 
 That any power again could bless 
 With fountains that waste wilderness. 
 
 But, if both hope and fear were vain, 
 
 And came alike to nought, 
 Two lessons we from this may gain, 
 
 If aught can teach us aught — 
 One lesson rather — to divide 
 Between our fearfulness and pride. 
 
126 HYMNS. 
 
 CHEERFUL AND SAD. 
 
 Is any among you afflicted? let him pray. Is any merry? let him sing 
 psalms. — James 5: 13. 
 
 Wake now, my soul, and humbly hear 
 What thy mild Lord commands ; 
 
 Each word of his will charm thine ear, 
 Each word will guide thy hands. 
 
 Hark how his sweet and tender care 
 Complies with our weak minds ; 
 
 Whate'er our state and tempers are, 
 Still, some fit work he finds. 
 
 They that are merry, let them sing, 
 
 And let the sad hearts pray ; 
 Let those still ply their cheerful wing. 
 
 And these their sober way. 
 
 So mounts the early, chirping lark, 
 
 Still upwards to the skies ; 
 So sits the turtle in the dark, 
 
 Sighing out groans and cries. 
 
 And yet the lark, and yet the dove, 
 Both sing through several parts ; 
 
 And so should we, howe'er we move, 
 With light or heavy hearts. 
 
HYMNS. 127 
 
 Or, rather, both should both assay, 
 
 And their cross -notes unite ; 
 Both grief and joy should sing and pray. 
 
 Since both such hopes invite. 
 
 Hopes, that all present sorrow heal, 
 
 All present joy transcend; 
 Hopes to possess, and taste, and feel, 
 
 Delights that never end. 
 
 All glory to the Sacred Three, 
 
 All honor, power, and praise ; 
 As at the first, may ever be, 
 
 Beyond the end of days. 
 
 'I AM LIKE A BROKEN VESSEL.' 
 
 Psalm 31 : 12. 
 
 thou, whose wise, paternal love, 
 Hath brought my active vigor down, - 
 
 Thy choice I thankfully approve ; 
 And prostrate, at thy gracious throne, 
 
 1 offer up my life's remains ; 
 
 I choose the state my God ordains. 
 
128 HYMNS. 
 
 Cast, as a broken vessel by, 
 Thy will I can no longer do ; 
 
 Yet, while a daily death I die, 
 Thy power I may in weakness show ; 
 
 My patience may thy glory raise, — 
 
 My speechless woe proclaim thy praise. 
 
 But, since without thy Spirit's might, 
 Thou know' st I nothing can endure, 
 
 The help I ask, in Jesus' right, 
 
 The strength he did for me procure, 
 
 Father, abundantly impart, 
 
 And arm with love my feeble heart. 
 
 O, let me live, of thee possessed, 
 In weakness, weariness, and pain ; 
 
 The anguish of my laboring breast, 
 The daily cross I still sustain, 
 
 For him, that languished on the tree, — 
 
 But lived, before he died for me. 
 
 THE EEFUGE. 
 
 Who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set before us. 
 Hebrews 6 : 18. 
 
 Jesus ! refuge of my soul ! 
 
 Let me to thy bosom fly ; 
 While the nearer waters roll, 
 
 While the tempest still is high. 
 
H Y M N S . 1 2 9 
 
 Hide me. O my Saviour, hide. 
 
 Till the storm of life be past ; 
 Safe into the haven guide : 
 
 O. receive my soul at last. 
 
 Other refuge have I none ; 
 
 Hangs my helpless soul on thee : 
 Leave, ah. leave me not alone. — 
 
 Still support and comfort me. 
 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. 
 
 Plenteous grace with thee is found: 
 
 Grace, to cover all my sin. 
 Let the healing streams abound. — 
 
 Make, and keep me pure within: 
 
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130 
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 Thou of life the fountain art, — 
 Freely let me take of thee ; 
 
 Spring thou up within my heart, ■ 
 Rise, to all eternity. 
 
 NOT UNCLOTHED, BUT CLOTHED UPON. 
 
 For we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened ; not for 
 that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be 
 swallowed up of life. — 2 Cor. 5 : 4. 
 
 In health, O Lord, and prosperous days, 
 When worldly wealth, or worldly praise, 
 When worldly thoughts have filled our heart, 
 We would not from the body part ; — 
 And then the very thought is loathed, 
 That we must be by death unclothed. 
 
 In sickness, sorrow, or in shame, 
 We fain would quit this mortal frame ; 
 But thus to shrink from toil and pain, — 
 This is not longing for thy reign ; 
 Brought low, we only seek to be 
 Unclothed, — not clothed upon by thee. 
 
 O, rather help us, as we ought 
 To feel what thine apostle taught, — 
 That not for aye we seek to wear 
 This form of clay, corruption's heir ; 
 
II Y M N 8 . 131 
 
 Nor yet, impatient, ask alone 
 
 To be unclothed, but clothed upon. 
 
 O, blessed Lord ! whose merits dress 
 Thy saints in robes of righteousness ; 
 Through whom, for us. eternal stands 
 That heavenly house, not made with hands — 
 When this frail dwelling sets us free, 
 Quench thou, in life, mortality. 
 
 FRIENDSHIP WITH CHRIST. 
 
 Nevertheless, lam continually with thee; thou hast holden me by my 
 right hand. — Psalm 73 : 23. 
 
 When, in the hours of lonely woe, 
 I give my sorrows leave to flow, 
 And anxious fear and dark distrust 
 Weigh down my spirit to the dust ; 
 When not e'en friendship's gentle aid 
 Can heal the wounds the world has made ; 
 O, this shall check each rising sigh, — 
 Thou, Saviour, art forever nigh. 
 
 Jesus ! in whom, but thee above, 
 Can I repose my trust, my love ! 
 And shall an earthly object be 
 Loved, in comparison with thee ? 
 
132 HYMXS. 
 
 Thy counsels and upholding care 
 My safety and my comfort are ; 
 Thou, Lord, shait guide me all my days, 
 Till glory crown the work of grace. 
 
 My flesh is hastening to decay, — 
 
 Soon shall the world have passed away, — 
 
 And what can mortal friends avail, 
 
 When heart, and strength, and flesh shall fail ! 
 
 But O, be thou, my Saviour, nigh, 
 
 And I will triumph while I die ; 
 
 My strength, my portion is divine, 
 
 And Jesus is forever mine ! 
 
 THE SAVIOUR'S CARE. 
 
 Master, carest thou not that we perish ? — Mark 4 : 38. 
 
 Such was the disciples' cry, 
 When the crested waves beat high, 
 And the heavens above were dark, 
 O'er the tempest-driven bark. 
 
 Such, O Lord, in trial's hour, 
 When afflictions round us lower ; 
 2sow, on life's tempestuous sea, 
 Our complaining cry to thee. 
 
HTM 133 
 
 But thou didst not though upbraided, 
 Leave thy followers then unaided ; 
 Prompt to succor, swift to save, 
 Thou rebukedst wind and wave. 
 
 At the word which spoke thy will, 
 Every stormy wind was still ; 
 At thy voice the waves subsided, 
 And in gentlest murmurs glided. 
 
 Though their faith, too often frail, 
 In thy power divine might fail ; 
 Though thou might' st reprove their fear, 
 Still thy saving arm was near. 
 
 Thus, O Lord, on us look down, 
 When above us clouds may frown : 
 Tossing on a stormy sea, 
 Helpless, hopeless, but for thee. 
 
 Should we deem ourselves forgot, 
 Let thy mercies fail us not ; 
 But in doubt's distrustful hour, 
 Magnify thy love and power. 
 
134 HYMNS. 
 
 LOOKING UNTO JESUS. 
 
 Hebrews 12 : 2. 
 
 Thou, who didst stoop below, 
 
 To drain the cups of woe, 
 Wearing the form of frail mortality, — 
 
 Thy blessed labors done, 
 
 Thy crown of victory won, 
 Hast passed from earth — passed to thy home on 
 high. 
 
 Man may no longer trace, 
 
 In thy celestial face, 
 The image of the bright, the viewless One ; 
 
 Nor may thy servants hear, 
 
 Save with faith's raptured ear, 
 Thy voice of tenderness, God's holy Son ! 
 
 Our eyes behold thee not ; 
 
 Yet hast thou not forgot, 
 Those who have placed their hope, their trust in 
 thee; 
 
 Before thy Father's face, 
 
 Thou hast prepared a place, 
 That where thou art, there they may also be. 
 
 It was no path of flowers, 
 Through this dark world of ours, 
 Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread ; 
 
II Y M X s . 1 3 5 
 
 And shall we in dismay. 
 Shrink from the narrow way. 
 When clouds and darkness are around it spies I 
 
 O, thou, who art our life. 
 Be with us through the strife ! 
 not thy head by earth's fierce tern} • 
 bowed ? 
 Raise thou our eyes above,. 
 To see a Father's love 
 Beam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud. 
 
 Even through the awful gloom. 
 Which hovers o'er the tomb, 
 That light of love our guiding star shall be ; 
 Our spirits shall not dread. 
 The shadowy way to tread, 
 Eld, Guardian. Saviour, which doth lead to thee. 
 
 LOYT TO CHRIST. 
 
 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ ? — Rom. S : 35. 
 
 Though sorrows rise and dangers roll 
 In waves of darkness o'er my sold; 
 Though friends are false and love decay*.. 
 And few and evil are my days ; 
 
136 HYMNS. 
 
 Though conscience, fiercest of my foes, 
 Swells with remembered guilt my woes ; 
 Yet even in nature's utmost ill, 
 I love thee, Lord ! I love thee still ! 
 
 Though Sinai's curse, in thunder dread, 
 Peals o'er mine unprotected head, 
 And memory points, with busy pain, 
 To grace and mercy given in vain ; 
 Till nature, shrinking in the strife, 
 Would fly to hell to 'scape from life ; 
 Though every thought has power to kill, 
 I love thee, Lord ! I love thee still ! 
 
 O, by the pangs thyself hast borne, 
 
 The ruffian's blow, the tyrant's scorn ; 
 
 By Sinai's curse, whose dreadful doom 
 
 Was buried in thy guiltless tomb ; 
 
 By these my pangs, whose healing smart 
 
 Thy grace hath planted in my heart — 
 
 I know, I feel, thy bounteous will, 
 
 Thou lov'st me, Lord ! Thou lov'st me still ! 
 
HYMNS. 137 
 
 SUFFERING WITH CHRIST. 
 
 ' may know the fellowship of his sufferings. — I 
 
 Long plunged in sorrow,. I resign 
 My soul to that dear hand of thine, 
 Without reserve or fear : 
 
 That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes. 
 Or into smiles ol glad surprise. 
 Transform the falling tear ! 
 
 My sole possession is thy love : 
 In earth beneath, or heaven above. 
 
 I have no other store : 
 And though with fervent suit I pray. 
 And importune thee night and day. 
 
 I ask thee nothing more. 
 
 My hours with undiminished force 
 
 And speed, pursue their destined course, 
 
 Obedient to thy will; 
 Nor would I murmur at my doom. 
 Though still a sufferer from the womb, 
 
 And doomed to suffer still. 
 
 By thy command, where" er I stray. 
 Sorrow attends me all my way, 
 
 A never-failing friend ; 
 And if my sufferings may augment 
 Thy praise, behold me well content — 
 
 Let Borrow still attend ! 
 
138 HYMNS. 
 
 It costs me no regret, that she 
 
 Who followed Christ, should follow me ; 
 
 And though, where'er she goes, 
 Thorns spring spontaneous at her feet, 
 I love her, and extract a sweet 
 
 From all my bitter woes. 
 
 PATIENCE. 
 
 But let patience have her perfect work. — James 1 : 4, 
 
 O thou, to wisdom near allied, 
 A female virtue void of pride, 
 
 Though more, a grace, divine ; 
 Virtue or grace, whiche'er thou art, 
 The frequent sigh that rends my heart, 
 
 Proves that thou art not mine. 
 
 Though here no furious passion sways, 
 Too oft a startling tear betrays 
 
 A pang that should not be : 
 Though no resentment holds her seat, 
 Too apt the unequal pulse to beat, 
 
 Sweet Patience not to thee. 
 
 Could reason and her powers of thought 
 Calm the quick sense to anguish brought, 
 Soon would the tumult cease ; 
 
HTM NS. 139 
 
 Pride might control the wayward will. 
 
 And bid the rising storm be still, 
 But vainly whispers peace. 
 
 'Tis thine, O Patience, to endure 
 The ills which reason cannot cure, 
 
 The trespass unforgiven, 
 The cold neglect, the taunting sneer ; 
 Stingless the insult meets his ear, 
 
 Whose eyes are fixed on heaven. 
 
 Fixed on that dear availing sign, 
 
 Where once thy suffering Lord and mine, 
 
 Bowed his meek head and died ; 
 Vain follower of thy suffering Lord, 
 Think of Ins life, his death record, 
 
 And blush that e'er you sighed. 
 
 CHASTISEMENT. 
 
 As many as I love I rebuke and chasten. — Rev. 3 : 19. 
 
 Glory to the righteous God — 
 Righteous, yet benign to me ' 
 
 Still, in his paternal rod, 
 His paternal love I see ; 
 
140 HYMNS. 
 
 Let him tenderly chastise, 
 
 Let him graciously reprove — 
 Father, all within me cries, 
 ' All thy ways are truth and love.' 
 
 Humbled in the lowest deep, 
 
 Thee I for my sufferings bless ; 
 Think of all thy love, and weep 
 
 For my own unfaithfulness : 
 I have most rebellious been, 
 
 Thou hast laid thy hand on me — 
 Kindly visited my sin, 
 
 Scourged the wanderer back to thee. 
 
 Taught obedience to my God, 
 
 By the things I have endured, 
 Meekly now I kiss the rod, 
 
 Wounded by that rod and cured ; 
 Good for me the grief and pain, 
 
 Let me but thy grace adore, 
 Keep the pardon I regain, 
 
 Stand in awe and sin no more. 
 
II Y M X S . Ill 
 
 GOD is love: 
 
 1 John 4 : S. 
 
 'Tis sweet when cloudless suns arise, 
 
 As through the vale we move ; 
 But, O ! more sweet to recognize, 
 Through dreary nights and starless skies, 
 The smiling face of Love ! 
 
 I hail the breeze that soft and clear, 
 
 Wafts influence from above ; 
 But chief the storm delighted hear, 
 "While breathes o'er faith's attentive ear, 
 The whispering voice of Love ! 
 
 When health invigorates the frame, 
 
 Let joy the bliss improve ; 
 But torturing pain, and fever's flame, 
 With teaching power alike proclaim, 
 
 The tender hand of Love ! 
 
 Thou canst not weep, frail child of clay, 
 
 Such blessings taught to prove ; 
 Each cloud that dims thy upward way, 
 Shall more endear the glorious day, 
 That gilds the land of Love ! 
 
142 HYMNS. 
 
 BRING ME OUT OF MY DISTRESSES!' 
 
 Psalm 25: 17. 
 
 Thou man of griefs, remember me, 
 Who never canst thyself forget — 
 Thy last mysterious agony, 
 Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat ; 
 When, wrestling in the strength of prayer, 
 Thy spirit sunk beneath its load; 
 Thy feeble flesh abhorred to bear 
 The wrath of an Almighty God. 
 
 Father ! if I may call thee so, 
 Regard my fearful heart's desire : 
 Remove this load of guilty woe, 
 Nor let me in my sins expire : 
 I tremble lest the wrath divine, 
 Which bruises now my sinful soul, 
 Should bruise this wretched soul of mine 
 Long as eternal ages roll. 
 
 To thee my last distress I bring : 
 The heightened fear of death I find : 
 The tyrant, brandishing his sting, 
 Appears, and hell is close behind ! 
 I deprecate that death alone, 
 That endless banishment from thee ! 
 O, save, and give me to thy Son, 
 Who trembled, wept, and bled for me ! 
 
HYMNS. 14c 
 
 'A LIVING SACRIFICE.' 
 
 Romans 12 : 1. 
 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 One in three, and three in one, 
 
 As by the celestial host 
 
 Let thy will on earth be done : 
 
 Praise by all to thee be given, 
 
 Glorious Lord of earth and heaven ! 
 
 Vilest of the fallen race, 
 
 Lo ! I answer to thy call : 
 Meanest vessel of thy grace, 
 
 Grace divinely free for all — 
 Lo, I come to do thy will, 
 All thy counsel to fulfil. 
 
 If so poor a worm as I 
 
 May to thy great glory live, 
 
 All my actions sanctify, 
 
 All my words and thoughts receive : 
 
 Claim me for thy service, claim 
 
 All I have and all I am. 
 
 Take my soul's and body's powers, 
 Take my memory, mind, and will ; 
 
 All my goods, and all my hours, 
 All I know, and all I feel ; 
 
 All I think, and speak, and do : 
 
 Take my heart — but make it new! 
 
144 HYMNS. 
 
 Now, O God, thine own I am : 
 
 Now I give thee back thine own — 
 
 Freedom, friends, and health, and fame, 
 Consecrate to thee alone : 
 
 Thine I live, thrice happy I — 
 
 Happier still, when thine I die. 
 
 BELIEVING IN HOPE. 
 
 Who against hope believed in hope. — Romans 4 : 18. 
 
 Who is the weak believer, who 
 Doth still his weary way pursue ; 
 Inspired with true religious fear, 
 And following Christ with heart sincere ? 
 Obedient to thy Saviour's voice, 
 Yet canst thou not in him rejoice, 
 Nor taste the comforts of his grace, 
 Nor find a God who hides his face. 
 
 Jesus is vanished from thy sight — 
 No glimpse of bliss or gleam of light, 
 To cheer thee in the desert way, 
 Or promise a return of day. 
 No evidence of things unseen, 
 But wars without and fears within — 
 No witness of thy sins forgiven, 
 No ray of hope on this side heaven ! 
 
HYMNS. 115 
 
 Poor, tempted soul, what canst thou do? 
 Hope against hope, that God is true : 
 His nature in his name confess, 
 His wisdom, power, and righteousness. 
 The Lord, whom now thou canst not see, 
 What e'er he is, he is for thee : 
 Expect, and thou shalt surely prove 
 That God in Christ is perfect love. 
 
 WATCH YE.' 
 
 1 Cor. 16 : 13. 
 
 When summer decks thy path with flowers, 
 And pleasure's smile is sweetest; 
 
 When not a cloud above thee lowers, 
 
 And sunshine leads thy happy hours, 
 Thy happiest and thy fleetest; 
 watch thou, then, lest pleasure's smile 
 
 Thy spirit of its hope beguile. 
 
 When round thee gathering storms are nigh, 
 
 And grief thy days hath shaded ; 
 When earthly joys but bloom to die, 
 And tears suffuse thy weeping eye, 
 
 And hope's bright bow hath faded : 
 O, watch thou, then, lest anxious care 
 Invade thy heart, and rankle there. 
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146 HYMNS. 
 
 Through all life's scenes, through weal and woe, 
 
 Through days of mirth and sadness ; 
 Where'er thy wandering footsteps go — 
 O ! think how transient here below 
 
 Thy sorrow and thy gladness ; 
 And watch thou always, lest thou stray 
 From him who points the heavenward way. 
 
 BETHESDA 
 
 John 5: 2-9. 
 
 Around Bethesda's healing wave, 
 Waiting to hear the rustling wing 
 
 Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave 
 Its virtues to that holy spring, — 
 
 With earnest, fixed solitude, 
 
 Were seen the afflicted multitude. 
 
 Among them there was one, whose eye 
 Had often seen the waters stirred, 
 
 Whose heart had often heaved the sigh. 
 The bitter sigh of hope deferred, 
 
 Beholding, while he suffered on, 
 
 The healing virtue given — and gone. 
 
 No power had he ; no friendly aid 
 To him its timely succor brought ; 
 
H Y M M S . 147 
 
 But, while his coming he delayed, 
 
 Another won the boon he sought ; — 
 Until the Saviour's love was shown, 
 Which healed him by a word alone ! 
 
 Had they who watched and waited there 
 Been conscious who was passing by, 
 
 With what unceasing, anxious care 
 
 Would they have sought his pitying eye ; 
 
 And craved, with fervency of soul, 
 
 His sovereign power to make them whole. 
 
 But, habit and tradition swayed 
 Their mind to trust to sense alone ; 
 
 They only sought the angel's aid ; 
 
 While in their presence stood, unknown, 
 
 A greater, mightier far, than he, — 
 
 With power from grief and pain to free. 
 
 Bethesda's pool has lost its power, 
 
 No angel by his glad descent, 
 Dispenses that diviner dower, 
 
 Which, with its healing waters went ; 
 But he, whose word surpassed its wave, 
 Is still omnipotent to save. 
 
143 H Y M N S , 
 
 MIZPAH. 
 
 The Lord watch between me ana thee, when we aie absent one from 
 another. — Gen. 21: 49. 
 
 When friend from friend is parting, 
 
 And in each speaking eye 
 The silent tears are starting, 
 
 To tell what words deny ; 
 How could we bear the heavy load 
 
 Of such heart-agony, 
 Could we not cast it all, our God, 
 
 Our gracious God, on thee ? 
 And feel that thou kind watch will keep 
 
 When we are far away ; 
 That thou wilt soothe us when we weep, 
 
 And hear us when we pray. 
 
 Yet oft these hearts will whisper, 
 
 That better 't would betide, 
 If we were near the friends we love, 
 
 And watching by their side ; 
 But sure thou 'It love them dearer, Lord, 
 
 For trusting thee alone ; 
 And sure thou wilt draw nearer, Lord, 
 
 The further we are gone. 
 Then why be sad ? since thou wilt keep 
 
 Watch o'er them day by day ; 
 Smce thou wilt soothe them when they weep, 
 
 And hear us when we pray. 
 
HYMNS. 149 
 
 O, for that bright and happy land, 
 
 Where, far amid the blest, 
 1 The wicked cease from troubling, and 
 1 The weary are at rest.' 
 Where friends are never parted, 
 
 Once met around thy throne ; 
 And none are broken-hearted, 
 
 Since all, with thee, are one ! 
 Yet, O, till then, watch o'er us keep, 
 
 While far from thee away ; 
 And soothe us, Lord, oft as we weep, 
 
 And hear us when we pray. 
 
 HOME. 
 
 Then ihe disciples went away unto their own home. — John 20 : 10. 
 
 Where burns the fire-side brightest, 
 
 Cheering the social breast ? 
 Where beats the fond heart lightest, 
 
 Its humble hopes possessed ? 
 Where is the hour of sadness 
 
 With meek-eyed patience borne ? 
 Worth more than those of gladness, 
 
 Which mirth's gay cheeks adorn ! 
 Pleasure is marked by fleetness, 
 
 To those who ever roam ; 
 While grief itself has sweetness, 
 
 At home — sweet home ! 
 
150 HYMNS. 
 
 There blend the ties that strengthen 
 
 Our hearts in hours of grief, — 
 The silver links that lengthen 
 
 Joy's visits, when most brief: 
 There, eyes, in all their splendor, 
 
 Are vocal to the heart ; 
 And glances, bright and tender, 
 
 Fresh eloquence impart : 
 Then, dost thou sigh for pleasure ? 
 
 O ! do not widely roam ; 
 But seek that hidden treasure 
 
 At home — sweet home ! 
 
 Does pure religion charm thee 
 
 Far more than aught below? 
 Would' st thou that she should arm thee 
 
 Against the hour of woe ? 
 Her dwelling is not only 
 
 In temples built for prayer ; 
 For home itself is lonely, 
 
 Unless her smiles be there : 
 Wherever we may wander, 
 
 'Tis all in vain we roam, 
 If worshipless her altar 
 
 At home — sweet home ! 
 
H Y M NS, 151 
 
 THE BIBLE. 
 
 \v of thy im.uih is belter unto me than thousands of gold and 
 silver. — Psalm 119: 72. 
 
 Precious Bible ! what a treasure 
 
 Does the word of God afford ! 
 All I want for life or pleasure. 
 
 Food and med'eine, shield and sword : 
 Let the world account me poor, 
 Having this I need no more. 
 
 Food, to which the world 's a stranger, 
 
 Here my hungry soul enjoys ; 
 Of excess there is no danger, 
 
 Though it fills, it never cloys : 
 On a dying Christ I feed, 
 He is meat and chink indeed. 
 
 "When my faith is faint and sickly, 
 Or when Satan wounds my mind, 
 
 Cordials to revive me quickly, 
 Healing med'eines here I find : 
 
 To the promises I flee, 
 
 Each affords a remedy. 
 
 In the hour of dark temptation.. 
 
 Satan cannot make me yield, 
 For the word of consolation, 
 
 Is to me a mighty shield : 
 While the Scripture -truths are sure, 
 From his malice I 'm secure. 
 
152 HYMNS. 
 
 Shall I envy then, the miser, 
 Doating on his golden store ? 
 
 Sure I am, or should be, wiser; 
 I am rich, 't is he is poor : 
 
 Jesus gives me in his word, 
 
 Food and me >(T cine, shield and sword. 
 
 FAMILY HARMONY. 
 
 Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together 
 in unity ! — Psalm 133 : 1. 
 
 O ! sweet as vernal dews, that fill 
 The closing buds on Zion's hill, 
 
 "When evening clouds draw thither, — 
 So sweet, so heavenly 'tis, to see 
 The members of one family 
 
 Live peacefully together ! 
 
 The children, like the lily flowers, 
 
 On which descend the sun and showers, 
 
 Their hues of beauty blending, — 
 The parents, like the willow boughs, 
 On which the lovely foliage grows, 
 
 Their friendly shade extending. 
 
 But leaves the greenest will decay, — 
 And flowers the brightest fade away, 
 
 When autumn winds are sweeping ; 
 
H I M N S . 153 
 
 And be the household e'er so fair, 
 The hand of death wHl soon be there, 
 And turn the scene to weeping ! 
 
 Yet leaves again will clothe the trees, 
 And lilies wave beneath the breeze, 
 
 When spring comes smiling hither : 
 And friends, who parted at the tomb, 
 May yet renew their loveliest bloom, 
 
 And meet in heaven together ! 
 
 THE COURTS OF THE LORD. 
 
 Psalm 54. 
 
 Pleasant are thy courts above, 
 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, 
 King of Glory. God of grace ! 
 
 Happy birds, that sing and fly 
 Ptound thy altars, O most High ! 
 Happier souls, that find a rest 
 In a heavenly Father's breast ! 
 Like the wandering dove, that found 
 Xo repose on earth around, 
 
154 HYMNS. 
 
 They can to their ark repair, 
 And enjoy it ever there. 
 
 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. 
 
 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. 
 
 THE NAME OF JESUS. 
 
 And thou shalt call his name Jesus ; for he shall save his people from 
 their sins. — Matt. 1: 21. 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
 
 In a believer's ear ! 
 It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
HYMNS. lOO 
 
 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
 
 And calms the troubled breast ; 
 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
 
 And to the weary, rest. 
 
 Dear name, the rock on winch I build ; 
 
 My shield and hiding-place, 
 My never-failing treasury, filled 
 
 With boundless stores of grace ! 
 
 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 
 And cold my warmest thought ; 
 But when I see thee as thou art, 
 
 I '11 praise thee as I ought. 
 
 Till then I would thy love proclaim, 
 
 With every fleeting breath ; 
 And may the music of thy name 
 
 Refresh my soul in death. 
 
 SICKNESS REGRETTED ON THE SABBATH. 
 
 When shall I come and appear before God?— Tsalm 42: 2. 
 
 I hear the bells, I see them go, 
 
 I may not join the throng 
 Of faithful Christians here below, 
 
 Nor hear the grateful song, 
 Which in those sacred walls they raise 
 Unto our blessed Redeemer's praise. 
 
156 HYMNS. 
 
 Dare I repine, or think it hard, 
 
 By sickness and by pain, 
 That I should be so long debarred 
 
 Treading those courts again ? 
 O, no ! it is my Father's will, 
 'T is his command, my heart be still. 
 
 For well I know his love is raised 
 
 Beyond what we can feel ; 
 His word is sure, his truth engaged 
 
 The weak to raise and heal, 
 I know that his almighty power 
 Surrounds and guards me every hour. 
 
 In weakness, Lord, be thou my strength ; 
 
 And when it is thy will, 
 In health to raise me up at length, 
 
 Make me to praise thee still ; 
 And feel, that thy afflicting rod 
 Has drawn me nearer to my God. 
 
 And when life's weary path is trod, 
 
 Its fleeting shadows past ; 
 May I repose on thee, my God, 
 
 In perfect peace, at last ! 
 Then shall I know, then shall I see, 
 That all has worked for ^ood to me. 
 
HYMNS. 157 
 
 THE FOUNTAIN OPENED. 
 
 In that day there shall be a fountain opened to the house of David, and 
 to the inhabitants of Jerusalem, for sin and for uncleanness. — Zech. 
 13: 1. 
 
 There is a fountain filled with blood, 
 Drawn from ImmanueFs veins, 
 
 And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 And there may I, though vile as he, 
 
 Wash all my sins away. 
 
 Dear, dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
 
 Shall never lose its power, 
 Till all the ransomed church of God 
 
 Be saved, to sin no more. 
 
 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
 
 Thy flowing wounds supply, 
 E.edeeming love has been my theme, 
 
 And shall be till I die. 
 
 Then, in a nobler sweeter song, 
 
 I '11 sing thy power to save ; 
 When this poor lisping, stammering tongue 
 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
158 HYMNS. 
 
 DETAINED FROM THE SANCTUARY. 
 
 For I had gone with the multitude ; I went with them to the house of 
 God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holy 
 day. — Psalm 42 : 4. 
 
 Sweet Sabbath bells ! I love your voice, — 
 You call me to the fiouse of prayer ; 
 
 Oft have you made my heart rejoice, 
 When I have gone to worship there. 
 
 But now, a prisoner of the Lord, 
 
 His hand forbids, I cannot go ; 
 Yet may I here his love record, 
 
 And here the sweets of worship know. 
 
 Each place alike is holy ground, 
 
 Where prayer from humble souls is poured ; 
 Where praise awakes its silver sound, 
 
 Or God is silently adored. 
 
 His sanctuary is the heart, — 
 
 There, with the contrite, will he rest ; 
 
 Lord, come, a Sabbath frame impart, 
 And make thy temple in my breast. 
 
HYMNS. 15" 9 
 
 THE INVITATION. 
 
 Ho, every one that thirsteth.come ye to the waters, and he that hath no 
 money ; come ye, buy and eat ; yea, come, buy wine and milk with- 
 out money, and without price. — Isaiah 55 : 1. 
 
 Come, let us seek in grace to grow, 
 
 If we the Lord have known ; 
 That we may more of Jesus know, 
 
 And still be pressing on. 
 
 Though holy deeds and fruits of grace 
 
 Are in believers found ; 
 'Tis Christ's command, that they increase, 
 
 And more and more abound. 
 
 When works of righteousness below 
 
 Are made our chief employ, 
 Stronger and stronger we shall grow, 
 
 And find increasing joy. 
 
 The righteous, blest with light divine, 
 
 Shall prosper ; and their way 
 Brighter and brighter still shall shine, 
 
 To glory's perfect day. 
 
160 HYMNS. 
 
 SLEEP. 
 
 So he giveth his beloved sleep. — Tsabn 127 : 2. 
 
 Of all the thoughts of God, that are 
 Borne inward unto souls afar, 
 
 Along the Psalmist's music deep, — 
 Now tell me if that any is, 
 For gift or grace surpassing this — 
 1 He giveth his beloved sleep ? ' 
 
 "What would we give to our beloved ? 
 The hero's heart, to be unmoved, — 
 The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, — 
 The senate's shout for patriot vows, — 
 The monarch's crown to light the brows ? 
 ' He giveth his beloved sleep.' 
 
 What do we give to our beloved ? 
 
 A little faith, not all improved, — 
 
 A little dust, to over weep, — 
 
 And bitter memories, to make 
 
 The whole earth blasted for our sake ? 
 
 ' He giveth his beloved sleep ? ' 
 
 Sleep soft, beloved! we sometimes say; 
 But have no power to charm away 
 
 Sad dreams, that through the eyelids creep ; 
 But never doleful dream again 
 Shall break the happy slumber, when 
 ' He giveth his beloved sleep.' 
 
HYMNS. 161 
 
 O earth, so full of dreary nois - ! 
 O men, with wailing in your voices ! 
 
 O delved gold, the waiter's heap ! 
 
 O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall ! 
 God makes a silence through you all, 
 And ' giveth his beloved sleep.' 
 
 His dews drop mutely on the hill. — 
 His cloud above it saileth still, — 
 
 Though on its slope men toil and reap ; 
 More softly than the dew is shed. 
 Or cloud is floated overhead, 
 1 He giveth his beloved sleep.' 
 
 Yea ! men may wonder while they scan 
 A living, thinking, feeling man, 
 Sufficient such a rest to keep ; 
 But angels say — and, through the word, 
 The motion of their smile is heard, — 
 1 He giveth his beloved sleep.' 
 
 For me, my heart, that erst did go 
 Most like a tired child at a show, 
 
 Seeing, through tears, the juggler leap. — 
 Would fain its wearied vision close, 
 And, childlike, on his love repose, 
 Who ' giveth his beloved sleep." 
 
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 HYMNS. 
 
 And friends, dear friends ! when it shall be, 
 That this low breath is gone from me, — 
 When round my bier ye come to weep ; 
 Let one, most loving of yon all, 
 Say, — ' Not a tear must o'er her fall/ — 
 ' He giveth his beloved sleep/ 
 
 ' EF CHEIST IS MINE.' 
 
 Canticles 2: 16. 
 
 1 If Christ is mine/ then all is mine, 
 And more than angels know; 
 Both present things, and things to come, 
 And grace and glory, too. 
 
 ' If he is mine/ then, though he frown, 
 He never will forsake ; 
 His chastisements all work for good, 
 And but his love bespeak. 
 
 * If he is mine/ I need not fear 
 The rage of earth and hell ; 
 
 He will support my feeble frame, 
 And all their power repel. 
 
 ' If he is mine/ let friends forsake, 
 And earthly comforts flee ; 
 He, the dispenser of all good, 
 Is more than these to me. 
 
HYMNS. 1GL 
 
 4 If he is mine,' I '11 fearless pass 
 
 Through death's tremendous vale; 
 lie '11 be my comfort and ray stay, 
 When heart and flesh shall fail. 
 
 Let Christ assure me ' he is mine/ 
 
 I nothing want beside ; 
 My soul shall at the fountain live, 
 
 When all the streams are dried. 
 
 EVENING. 
 
 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense ; and the lifting up of 
 my hands as the evening sacrifice. — Psalm 141 : 2. 
 
 Father ! by thy love and power, 
 Comes again the evening hour ; 
 Light has vanished, labors cease, 
 Weary creatures rest in peace. 
 Thou, whose genial dews distil 
 
 On the lowliest weed that grows, 
 Father ! guard our couch from ill, 
 
 Lull thy children to repose ; 
 We to thee ourselves resign, 
 Let our latest thoughts be thine. 
 
 Saviour! to thy Father bear 
 This, our feeble evening prayer; 
 Thou hast seen how oft, to-day, 
 We, like sheep, have gone astray; 
 
164 HYMNS. 
 
 Worldly thoughts, and thoughts of pride, 
 "Wishes to thy cross untrue ; 
 
 Secret faults, and undescried, 
 Meet thy spirit- piercing view ; 
 
 Blessed Saviour ! yet, through thee, 
 
 Pray that these may pardoned be. 
 
 Holy Spirit ! breath of balm ! 
 Fall on us in evening's calm ; 
 Yet awhile, before we sleep, 
 We, with thee, will vigils keep ; 
 Lead us on our sins to muse, 
 
 Give us truest penitence ; 
 Then the love of God infuse, 
 
 Breathing humble confidence ; 
 Melt our spirits, mould our will, — 
 Soften, strengthen, comfort still. 
 
 Blessed Trinity ! be near, 
 Through the hours of darkness drear; 
 When the help of man is far, 
 Ye more clearly present are ; — 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 Watch o'er our defenceless head ; 
 Let your angels, guardian host, 
 
 Keep all evil from our bed, 
 Till the flood of morning rays 
 Wake us to a song of praise. 
 
HYMNS. 1 CO 
 
 THE HEAD SICK, THE HEART FAINT. 
 
 Isaiah 1:5. 
 
 Before thy footstool kneeling, 
 
 To thee, O Lord, we ciy ; 
 "While for thy gift of healing 
 
 We raise our voice on high ; 
 Diseases and afflictions 
 
 Thy ready servants are ; 
 Chastisements and corrections, 
 
 To quicken us in prayer. 
 
 We own our guilt and folly, 
 
 But thou canst still forgive ; 
 And thou, most high and holy, 
 
 Canst bid the sick revive : 
 Though now cast down in sorrow, 
 
 In darkness and distress, 
 Joy may return to-morrow, 
 
 Through thy restoring grace. 
 
 As suppliants now before thee, 
 
 In thy great name we plead ; 
 Physician, we adore thee, 
 
 And, trembling, ask thine aid. 
 Before thy footstool kneeling, 
 
 To thee, to thee, we cry; 
 Send down thy gift of healing, — 
 
 On thee, our souls rely. 
 
3 66 
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 EVENING TIME. 
 
 it shall come to pass, that at evening there shall be light. — Tsch. 14 : 7. 
 
 At evening lime, let there be light ; 
 
 Life's little day draws near its close ; 
 Around me fall the shades of night, 
 
 The night of death, the grave's repose ; 
 
 To crown my joys, to end my woes, 
 At evening time, let there be light. 
 
 At evening time, let there be light ; 
 
 Stormy and dark hath been my day ; 
 Yet, rose the morn divinely bright, — 
 
 Dews, birds, and blossoms, cheered the way ; 
 
 O, for one sweet, one parting ray, — 
 At evening time, let there be light. 
 
 At evening time, there shall be light, 
 For God hath spoken — it must be ; 
 
 Fear, doubt, and anguish take their flight, 
 His glory now is risen on me ; 
 Mine eyes shall his salvation see ; 
 
 T is evening time, — and there is light. 
 
H Y ■ x s . 1 07 
 
 SICKNESS AND HEALING. 
 
 Healing all manner of sickness and all manner of disease among ihe 
 people. — Matthew 4 : 23. 
 
 How frail are these bodies of clay ! 
 
 How soon all their vigor is lost ! 
 They flourish in beauty to-day — 
 
 To -morrow, they mingle with dust. 
 
 So flowers, in the morning, may rise, 
 Unfolding their leaves to the sun ; 
 
 While the breath of each zephyr that sigh-. 
 May blast them, and soon they are gone. 
 
 Afflictions spring not from the ground, — 
 
 Diseases oar sovereign obey ; 
 His hand can heal every wound, 
 
 Or fill us with death and dismay. 
 
 We lie at thy sovereign control, 
 O Lord, in this hour of distress ; 
 
 Physician of body and soul, 
 
 Send down thy recovering grace. 
 
 O, speak, and the dying shall live, 
 
 Jehovah, almighty to save ; 
 At thy voice, e'en the dead shall revive, 
 
 And triumph, at last, o'er the grave. 
 
 
168 HYMNS. 
 
 MIDNIGHT HYMN. 
 
 At midnight I will rise to give thanks unto thee, because of thy righteous 
 judgments. — Psalm. 119; 62. 
 
 In the mid silence of the voiceless night, 
 When, chased by airy dreams, the slumbers flee ; 
 Whom, in the darkness, doth my spirit seek, 
 O God, but thee ? 
 
 And, if there be a weight upon my breast, 
 Some vague impression of the day foregone, 
 Scarce knowing what it is, I fly to thee, 
 And lay it down. 
 
 Or, if it be the heaviness, that comes 
 In token of anticipated ill, — 
 My bosom takes no heed of what it is, 
 Since 'tis thy will. 
 
 For, O, in spite of past or present care, 
 Or any thing beside, — how joyfully 
 Passes that silent, solitary hour, 
 My God, with thee. 
 
 More tranquil than the stillness of the night, 
 More peaceful than the silence of that hour, 
 More blest than any thing, my bosom lies 
 Beneath thy power. 
 
HYMNS. 169 
 
 For, what is 'there on earth, that I desire, 
 
 Of all that it can give, or take from me ? 
 
 Or whom, in heaven, doth my spirit seek, 
 
 O God, but thee ? 
 
 NIGHT. 
 
 The morning cometh, and also the night. — Isa. 21 : 12. 
 
 Night is the time to muse ; 
 
 Then, from the eye, the soul 
 Takes flight ; and, with expanded views, 
 
 Beyond the starry pole, 
 Descries, athwart the abyss of night, 
 The dawn of uncreated light. 
 
 Night is the time to pray ; 
 
 Our Saviour oft withdrew 
 To desert mountains far away, 
 
 So will his followers do ; 
 Steal from the throng to haunts untrod, 
 And hold communion there with God. 
 
 Night is the time for death ; 
 
 When all around is peace, 
 Calmly, to yield the weary breath. 
 
 From sin and suffering cease ; 
 Think of heaven's bliss, and give the sign 
 To parting friends, — such death be mine. 
 
170 HYMNS, 
 
 MORXING. 
 
 The morning cometh, and also the night.— Isa. 21 : 12. 
 
 Morn is the time to think, 
 
 "While thoughts are fresh and free, 
 Of life, just balanced on the brink 
 
 0£ dark eternity ; 
 And ask our souls, if they are meet 
 To stand before the judgment-seat. 
 
 Morn is the time to die, — 
 
 Just at the dawn of day, 
 "When stars are fading in the sky, 
 
 To fade, like them, away ; 
 But, lost in light, more brilliant far, 
 Than ever merged the morning star. 
 
 Mora is the time to rise, — 
 
 The resurrection morn, 
 Upspringing to the glorious skies, 
 
 On new-found pinions borne, 
 To meet a Saviour's smile divine, — 
 Be such ecstatic rising mine. 
 
HYMNS. 171 
 
 AUTUMNAL HYMN. 
 
 And we all do fade as a leaf. — Isa. 64 : 6. 
 
 The leaves around me foiling, 
 
 Are preaching of decay ; 
 The hollow winds are calling, 
 
 1 Come, pilgrim, come away ! ' 
 The day, in night declining, 
 
 Says, I must, too, decline ; 
 The year, its life resigning, — 
 
 Its lot foreshadows mine. 
 
 The light my path surrounding, 
 
 The loves, to which I cling, 
 The hopes within me bounding, 
 
 The joys, that round me wing, — 
 All melt, like stars of even, 
 
 Before the morning's ray, — 
 Pass upward into heaven, 
 
 And chide at my delay. 
 
 The friends, gone there before me, 
 
 Are calling from on high ; 
 And joyous angels o'er me, 
 
 Tempt sweetly to the sky. 
 Why wait,' they say, ' and wither, 
 
 'Mid scenes of death and sin ? 
 O, rise to glory, hither, 
 
 And find true life begin.' 
 
172 HYMNS. 
 
 I hear the invitation, 
 
 And fain would rise and come, ■ 
 A sinner to salvation ; 
 
 An exile to his home : 
 But, while I here must linger, 
 
 Thus, thus let all I see 
 Point on, with faithful finger, 
 
 To heaven, O Lord, and thee. 
 
 BIKTH OF A CHILD. 
 
 Yet man is born unlo trouble, as the sparks fly upward. — Job 5 : 
 
 Gentle stranger ! fearless come 
 To our quiet, happy home ; — 
 Bud of being, beauty's flower, 
 Sprung to birth this smiling hour, — 
 While upon thy form we gaze, 
 Grateful thoughts to heaven we raise. 
 
 Nothing, yet, thine eyes can see, 
 Of the world's dread mystery ; 
 Of the tumult and the strife, 
 That imbitter human life ; — 
 But thy Maker's eye can view 
 Present scenes, and future, too. 
 
 Little can thy bosom know 
 
 Of the pangs and griefs, that flow 
 
HYMNS. 173 
 
 From a heart impure within, — 
 From a world defiled by sin ; 
 Yet, if trembling life is spared. 
 Heaven, in mercy, be thy guard. 
 
 Saviour! from thy heavenly throne, 
 Smile upon this little one ; 
 Let thy spirit be its guide, — 
 Let its wants be well supplied ; 
 Cleanse it by thy precious blood, — 
 Fit it for thy high abode. 
 
 A FATHER'S PRAYER. 
 
 Come down, ere my child die. — John 4: 49. 
 
 Jesus, great healer of mankind, 
 Who dost our sorrows bear ; 
 
 Let an afflicted parent find 
 An answer to his prayer. 
 
 I look for help in thee alone, 
 
 To thee for succor fly; 
 My son is sick, — my darling son. 
 
 And at the point to die. 
 
 By deep distress a suppliant made. 
 
 By agony of grief, — 
 Most justly might thy love upbraid 
 
 3Iv lingering unbelief. 
 
174 HYMNS. 
 
 Surely, if thou pronounce the word, 
 If thou the answer give, 
 
 My dying son shall be restored, 
 And to thy glory live. 
 
 O, save the father, in the son, 
 Restore him, Lord, to me ; 
 
 My heart the miracle shall own, 
 And give him back to thee. 
 
 
 THE DYING SON. 
 
 And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the 
 gate, and wept. — 2 Sam. 18 : 33. 
 
 And must thou die, my darling boy ? 
 
 I see the fatal shade, 
 That o'er thy blooming cheek of joy 
 
 The hand of death has laid : 
 And soon the appointed hour must come, 
 To bear thy ransomed spirit home. 
 
 I loved to gaze upon thy face, 
 
 And mark thine open brow, 
 "Where care as yet had stamped no trace,. 
 
 To picture human woe : 
 There, all was peaceful, all was fair, 
 Like the sweet smile, that rested there. 
 
H f ■ N S . 175 
 
 Must I no more behold that smile, 
 
 Nor feel thy hand entwine, 
 In fond, endearing love, awhile, 
 
 Its gentle clasp in mine ? 
 Or see thine ardent spirit glow 
 With joys, that only youth can know ? 
 
 But these are selfish thoughts, that wrong 
 
 A Christian parent's love ; 
 Vain thoughts, that suit the worldly throng, 
 
 Who never look above 
 Earth's bounded scene — earth's narrow 
 
 sphere, 
 But centre all their treasures here. 
 
 Let me not mourn, that thou wilt be 
 
 A tenant of the sky, — 
 Escaped from life's tumultuous sea, 
 
 And frail mortality : 
 When storms arise, and tempests blow, 
 No adverse gale thy bark shall know. 
 
 Let me rejoice, to think that thou 
 
 Hast early joined the blest ; 
 Before thy youthful heart could know 
 
 Aught to disturb its rest, — 
 Before earth's chilling storms had given 
 A blight to fruit prepared for heaven. 
 

 176 HYMNS, 
 
 BY THE BED-SIDE OF A SICK CHILD. 
 
 David, therefore, besought God for the child. — 2 Sam. 12: 16. 
 
 Now all is done, that love, and care, 
 And skilful kindness could suggest ; 
 
 And he, who heard our anxious prayer, 
 Will answer as his love thinks best : 
 
 O, that both hopes and fears were still, 
 
 Waiting on Ins mysterious will. 
 
 And yet, both hopes and fears will crowd 
 Around that bright and precious child ; 
 
 And both will speak their thoughts aloud, 
 Till this distracted heart is wild : 
 
 O, might they all give place to one 
 
 Heart-filling prayer, — ' God's will be done.' 
 
 Sometimes a dream of what may be, 
 
 Comes, like soft sunshine, o'er the heart ; 
 
 I hear his prattle at my knee, 
 
 Feel his warm cheek near mine, and start 
 
 To find it — ah ! so cold and pale, 
 
 That hope (and well-nigh faith) doth fail. 
 
 And then, again, the dream returns, — 
 Childhood and youth are safely o'er ; 
 
 His eye with manhood's ardor burns, 
 Fears hover round his path no more : 
 
 Hopes, with their buds and blossoms, all 
 
 Burst, where his bounding footsteps fall. 
 
HYMNS. 177 
 
 He seems to speak — with anxious ear, 
 My very heart waits breathless by ; 
 
 His lips are parted, — arid I hear, 
 
 My precious babe, thy restless cry ; — 
 
 E'en hope, affrighted, flees away, 
 
 As if it had no heart to stay. 
 
 Come, then, my God, and take the place 
 Of these distracting hopes and fears ; 
 
 'Stablish this trembling heart with grace, 
 Dry with thine hand these falling tears : 
 
 And teach me to confide in thee 
 
 The treasure thou couldst trust with me. 
 
 Happy if, rescued from the strait 
 
 Of being called on to decide, 
 Here, with submissive soul, I wait, 
 
 By thy decision to abide, — 
 Life, with its blessings and its pain, 
 Or death, with its ' to die is gain. 1 
 
 FOR MY MOTHER. 
 
 Despise not thy mother when she is old. — Prov. 23 : 82 
 
 O, how soft that bed must be, 
 Made in sickness, Lord, by thee ; 
 
 And that rest, how calm, how sweet, 
 Where Jesus and the sufferer meet 
 12 
 
178 HYMNS. 
 
 It was the good Physician now 
 
 Soothed thy cheek and chafed thy brow ; 
 Whispering, as he raised thy head, — 
 
 ' It is I, be not afraid.' 
 
 God of glory, God of grace, 
 
 Hear from heaven, thy dwelling-place ; 
 Hear, in mercy, and forgive, 
 
 Bid thy child believe, and live. 
 
 Bless her, and she shall be blest, 
 Soothe her, and she shall have rest ; 
 
 Fix her heart, her hopes, above, 
 Love her, Lord, for thou art love. 
 
 THE AGED. 
 
 Now, also, when I am old and gray-headed, O God, forsake me not ; 
 until I have showed thy strength unto this generation, and thy power 
 to every one that is to come. — Pxalm 71 : IS. 
 
 With years oppressed, with sorrows worn, 
 Dejected, harassed, sick, forlorn, 
 
 To thee, O God, I pray ; 
 To thee my withered hands arise, 
 To thee I lift these failing eyes, 
 
 O cast me not away ! 
 
II y M N 8 . 171' 
 
 Thy mercy heard my infant prayer, 
 
 Thy love, with all a mother's care, 
 
 Sustained my childish days, 
 Thy goodness watched my ripening youth. 
 And formed my heart to love thy truth, 
 
 And rilled my lips with praise. 
 
 O, Saviour ! has thy grace declined ? 
 Can years affect the Eternal mind? 
 
 Or time its lone decay? 
 A thousand ages pass thy sight, 
 And all their long and weary flight 
 
 Is gone like yesterday. 
 
 Then, even in age and grief, thy name 
 Shall still my languid heart inflame, 
 
 And bow my faltering knee. 
 O, yet this bosom feels the fire, 
 This trembling hand and drooping lyre 
 
 Have yet a strain for thee. 
 
 Yes, broken, tuneless, still, O Lord, 
 This voice transported shall record 
 
 Thy goodness tried so long : 
 Till sinking slow, with calm decay, 
 Its feeble murmurs melt away 
 
 Into a seraph's song. 
 
180 HYMNS. 
 
 THE DYING FATHER. 
 
 Leave lliy fatherless children, I will preserve them alive ; and let thy 
 widows trust ill me. — Jeremiah 49 : 11. 
 
 O, thou faithful God of love ! 
 
 Gladly I thy promise plead ; 
 Waiting for my last remove, 
 
 Hastening to the happy dead : 
 Lo, I cast on thee my care, 
 Breathe my latest breath in prayer ! 
 
 Trusting in thy word alone, 
 
 I to thee my children leave ; 
 Call my little ones thine own, 
 
 To them all thy blessings give : 
 Keep them while on earth they breathe, 
 Save their souls from endless death. 
 
 Whom I to thy grace commend, 
 
 Under thy protection take : 
 Be her sure, immortal friend ; 
 
 Save her for my Saviour's sake : 
 Free from sin, from sorrow free, 
 Let my widow trust in thee. 
 
 Father of the fatherless, 
 
 Husband of the widow prove ; 
 
 Me and mine vouchsafe to bless, 
 Tell me, we shall meet above : 
 
 Seal the promise on my heart, 
 
 Bid me then in peace depart ! 
 
HYMNS. 161 
 
 ( ONVALESCENCE. 
 
 For indee.l lie was sick nigh unto death ; but God had mercy on him. 
 Phil. 2 : 27. 
 
 All hail ! thou length'ner of my days ! 
 Thy still preserving love I praise ; 
 
 And thankfully receive 
 The present of my life restored : 
 O, may I spend it for thee, Lord, 
 
 And to thy glory live ! 
 
 No other end of life I 'd know, 
 Nor would I live one hour below 
 
 But to declare thy praise ; 
 To suffer all thy holy will, 
 And all thy counsel to fulfil, 
 
 And publish all thy grace. 
 
 LET HER DEPART. 
 
 While we look not al the things which are seen, but at the things which 
 are not seen. — 2 Cor. 4 : 18. 
 
 Her home is far, O, far away! 
 
 The clear light in her eyes 
 Hath nought to do with earthly day, 
 
 'T is kindled from the skies. 
 Let her depart ! 
 
182 HYMNS. 
 
 She looks upon the things of earth, 
 
 Even as some gentle star 
 Seems gazing down on grief or mirth, 
 
 How softly, yet how far ! 
 
 Let her depart ! 
 
 Her spirit's hope- — her bosom's love — 
 O, could they mount and fly ! 
 
 She never sees a wandering dove, 
 But for its wings to sigh. 
 
 Let her depart ! 
 
 She never hears a soft wind bear 
 
 Low music on its way, 
 But deems it sent from heavenly air, 
 
 For her who cannot stay. 
 
 Let her depart ! 
 
 Wrapt in a cloud of glorious dreams, 
 She breathes and moves alone, 
 
 Pining for those bright bowers and streams 
 Where her beloved is gone. 
 Let her depart ! 
 
II Y M If 8 163 
 
 THE SICK CHILD TO HIS MOTHEB. 
 
 They desire a better country, that is. an heavenly. — Hth. li : 16. 
 
 ' I hear thee speak of the better land. 
 Thou eall'st its children a happy band ; 
 Mother ! O, where is that radiant shore ? 
 Shall we not seek it, and weep no more ? 
 Is it where the flower of the orange blows, 
 And the fire -flies glance thro' the myrtle boughs?' 
 ' Not there, not there, my child ! ' 
 
 1 Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, 
 And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? 
 Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, 
 Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, 
 And strange, bright birds, on their starry wings, 
 Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? ' 
 
 ' Not there, not there, my child ! ' 
 
 ' Is it far away, in some region old, 
 "Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold? 
 Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, 
 And the diamond lights up the secret mine, 
 And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand ? 
 Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? ' 
 
 ' Not there, not there, my child ! ' 
 
 1 Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! 
 Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; 
 
1 84 HYMNS. 
 
 Dreams cannot picture a world so fair — 
 Sorrow and death may not enter there ; 
 Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, 
 Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, 
 
 It is there, it is there, my child ! ' 
 
 THE SLEEPER. 
 
 For there is that neither day nor night seeth sleep. — Eccles. 8 : 16. 
 
 O ! lightly, lightly tread ! 
 
 A holy thing is sleep, 
 On the worn spirit shed, 
 
 And eyes that wake to weep. 
 
 A holy thing from heaven, 
 A gracious, dewy cloud ; 
 
 A covering mantle, given 
 The weary to enshroud. 
 
 O ! lightly, lightly tread ! 
 
 Revere the pale, still brow, 
 The meekly drooping head, 
 
 The long hair's willowy flow ! 
 
 Ye know not what ye do, 
 
 That call the slumberer back 
 
 From the world unseen by you, 
 Unto life's dim, faded track. 
 
HYMNS. 165" 
 
 Her soul is far away, 
 
 In her childhood's land, perchance ; 
 Where her young sisters play, 
 
 Where shines her mother's glance. 
 
 Some old, sweet native sound, 
 
 Her spirit haply weaves, 
 A harmony profound, 
 
 Of woods with all their leaves. 
 
 A murmur of the sea, 
 
 A laughing tone of streams : — 
 Long may her sojourn be 
 
 In the music-land of dreams ! 
 
 Each voice of love is there, 
 
 Each gleam of beauty fled, 
 Each lost one still more fair — 
 
 O ! lightly, lightly tread ! 
 
 RETIRING TO REST. 
 
 Commune with your own heart upon your bed. — Psalm 4 : 4. 
 
 It is good when we lay on our pillow our head, 
 And the silence of night all around us is spread, 
 To reflect on the deeds we have done through the 
 
 day, 
 Nor allow it to pass without profit away. 
 
186 HYMNS. 
 
 A day — what a trifle ! — and yet the amount 
 Of the days we have passed, forms an awful 
 
 account ; 
 And the time may arrive when the world we 
 
 would give, 
 Were it ours, might we have but another to live. 
 
 In whose service have we through the day been 
 
 employed, 
 And what were the pleasures we mostly enjoyed ? 
 Our desires and our wishes, to what did they tend, 
 To the world we are in, or the world without end ? 
 
 Hath the sense of His presence encompassed us 
 
 round, 
 "Without whom not a sparrow can fall to the 
 
 ground ? 
 Have our hearts turned to him with devotion most 
 
 true, 
 Or been occupied only with things that we view? 
 
 Have we often reflected how soon we must go, 
 To the mansions of bliss, or the regions of woe ? 
 Have we felt unto God a repentance sincere, 
 And in faith to the Saviour of sinners drawn near ? 
 
 Let us thus with ourselves solemn conference hold, 
 Ere sleep's silken fetters our senses enfold ; 
 And forgiveness implore for the sins of the day, 
 Nor allow them to pass unrepented away. 
 
HYMNS. 187 
 
 THE STRANGER AND HIS FRIEND. 
 
 Ye have done it unto me. — JSIatthew 25 : 40. 
 
 A poor wayfaring man of grief, 
 
 Hath often crossed me in my way, 
 Who sued so humbly for relief, 
 
 That I could never answer, nay : 
 I had not power to ask his name, 
 Whither he went, or whence he came, 
 Yet there was something in his eye 
 That won my love, I knew not why. 
 
 Once, when my scanty meal was spread, 
 He entered ; not a word he spake. 
 
 Just perishing for want of bread, 
 
 I gave him all ; he blessed and brake, 
 
 And ate — but gave me part again. 
 
 Mine was an angel's portion then; 
 
 For, while I fed with eager haste, 
 
 That crust was manna to my taste. 
 
 I spied him where a fountain burst 
 
 Clear from the rock ; his strength was gone : 
 
 The heedless water mocked his thirst, 
 He heard it, saw it hurrying on. 
 
 I ran to raise the sufferer up, 
 
 Thrice from the stream he drained my cup, 
 
 Dipt and returned it running o'er, 
 
 I drank, and never thirsted more. 
 
188 HYMNS. 
 
 J T was night, the floods were out, it blew 
 
 A winter hurricane aloof; 
 I heard his voice abroad, and flew 
 
 To bid him welcome to my roof. 
 I warmed, I clothed, I cheered my guest, 
 Laid him on my own couch to rest ; 
 Then made the earth my bed, and seemed 
 In Eden's garden while I dreamed. 
 
 Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death, 
 
 I found him by the highway side ; 
 I roused his pulse, brought back his breath, 
 
 Revived his spirits, and supplied 
 Wine, oil, refreshment; — he was healed — 
 I had myself a wound concealed, 
 But from that hour forgot the smart, 
 And peace bound up my broken heart. 
 
 I saw him next in prison, condemned 
 To meet a traitor's doom at morn; 
 The tide of lying tongues I stemmed, 
 
 And honored him, 'midst shame and scorn. 
 My friendship's utmost zeal to try, 
 He asked if I for him would die : 
 The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, 
 But the free spirit cried — ' I will ! ' 
 
 Then in a moment to my view, 
 The stranger darted from disguise ; 
 
 The tokens in his hands I knew, 
 My Saviour stood before my eyes ! 
 
HYMNS. 189 
 
 He spoke, and my poor name he named ; 
 ; Of me thou hast not been ashamed, 
 These deeds shall thy memorial be, 
 Fear not — thou didst them unto me.' 
 
 'WHY WEEPEST THOU?' 
 
 John 20 : 13. 
 
 Broken-hearted, weep no more ! 
 
 Hear what comfort he hath spoken, 
 Smoking flax who ne'er hath quenched, 
 Bruised reed who ne'er hath broken : — 
 ' Ye who wander here below, 
 Heavy laden as you go ; 
 Come, with grief, with sin oppressed, 
 Come to me and be at rest ! ' 
 
 Lamb of Jesus' blood-bought flock, 
 
 Brought again from sin and straying, 
 Hear the Shepherd's gentle voice — 
 'Tis a true and faithful saying: — 
 1 Greater love how can there be 
 Than to yield up life for thee ? 
 Bought with pain, and tear, and sigh, 
 Turn and live ! — why will ye die ! ' 
 
190 
 
 HYMNS, 
 
 Broken-hearted, weep no more ! 
 
 Far from consolation flying ; 
 He who calls hath felt thy wound, 
 Seen thy weeping, heard thy sighing : 
 * Bring thy broken heart to me ; 
 Welcome offering it shall be ; 
 Streaming tears and bursting sighs, 
 Mine accepted sacrifice.' 
 
 JOY IN GOD. 
 
 I will be glad in the Lord. — Psalm 104 : 34. 
 
 When morning's first and hallowed ray 
 Breaks, with its trembling light, 
 
 To chase the pearly dews away, 
 Bright tear-drops of the night, — 
 
 My heart, O Lord, forgets to rove, 
 
 But rises, gladly free, 
 On wings of everlasting love, 
 
 And finds its home in thee. 
 
 When evening's silent shades descend, 
 
 And nature sinks to rest, 
 Still, to my Father and my friend 
 
 My wishes are addressed. 
 
H Y M Iff 9. 191 
 
 Though tears may dim my hours of joy, 
 
 And bid my pleasures flee, 
 Thou reign' st where grief cannot annoy ; 
 
 I will be glad in thee. 
 
 And e'en when midnight's solemn gloom, 
 
 Above, around is spread, 
 Sweet dreams of everlasting bloom 
 
 Are hovering o'er my head. 
 
 I dream of that fair land, O Lord, 
 
 Where all thy saints shall be ; 
 I wake to lean upon thy word, 
 
 And still delight in thee. 
 
 THE INQUIRY. 
 
 There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest. 
 Job 3: 17. 
 
 Tell me, ye winged winds, 
 That round my pathway roar, — 
 Do ye not know some spot, 
 Where mortals weep no more ? 
 Some lone and pleasant del], 
 Some valley in the west, 
 Where, free from toil and pain, 
 The weary soul may rest ? 
 The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low, 
 And sighed for pity, as it answered, ' No.' 
 
192 HYMNS. 
 
 Tell me, thou mighty deep, 
 Whose billows round me play, — 
 Know'st thou some favored spot, 
 Some island, far away, 
 Where weary man may find 
 The bliss, for which he sighs, 
 Where sorrow never lies, 
 And friendship never dies ? 
 The loud waves, roaring in perpetual flow, 
 Stopped for awhile, and sighed to answer, ' No/ 
 
 And thou, serenest moon, 
 
 That, with such holy face, 
 
 Dost look upon the earth, 
 
 Asleep in night's embrace, — 
 
 Tell me, in all thy round, 
 
 Hast thou not seen some spot, 
 
 Where miserable man 
 
 Might find a happier lot ? 
 Behind a cloud the moon withdrew, in woe, 
 And a sweet voice, but sad, responded, * No.' 
 
 Tell me, my sacred soul, 
 O, tell me, hope and faith, 
 Is there no resting-place 
 From sorrow, sin, and death ? 
 Is there no happy spot, 
 Where mortals may be blessed, 
 
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 Where grief may find a balm, 
 
 And weariness a rest ! 
 Faith, hope, and love, best boons to mortals given, 
 Waved their bright wings, and whispered, ; Yes/ 
 — in heaven. 
 
 THE INVITATION. 
 
 And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say. 
 Come. And let him that is athirst, come. And whosoever will, let 
 him take the water of life freely. — He*, 22 : 17. 
 
 1 Come, who will,' — the voice from heaven, 
 
 Like a silver trumpet, calls ; 
 ' Come, who will/ — the church hath given 
 
 Back the echo from the walls. 
 
 ' Come/ to rivers ever flowing 
 From the high, eternal throne ; 
 
 1 Come,' where God. his gifts bestowing. 
 In the church on earth is known. 
 
 Heavenly music — each who listens. 
 
 Longing for his spirit's home ; 
 While his eye with rapture glistens. 
 
 Burns to say, — ' I come, I come." 
 
 13 
 
1 94 H Y M R s . 
 
 EMPTY AX1) FLEETING. 
 
 Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher, vanity of vanities ; all is vanity. 
 Eccl. 1 : 2. 
 
 Ah, how empty, ah, how fleeting, 
 
 Is the life of mortal man ! 
 Like the flow of rapid river, 
 Pausing in its pathway, never, — 
 So our days are flowing, ever. 
 
 Ah, how empty, ah, how fleeting, 
 
 Is the joy of sighing man ! 
 Transient as a moment's treasure, 
 Mocking like a shadow's measure, — 
 So is man's uncertain pleasure. 
 
 Ah, how empty, ah, how Meeting, 
 
 Does all human beauty seem ! 
 Like the form of fragile flower, 
 With' ring in an evil hour, — 
 So is beauty's fading power. 
 
 Ah, how empty, ah, how fleeting, 
 
 Is the honor of mankind ! 
 Yesterday, the hero hoary 
 Was the theme of every story, — 
 Now he lies disrobed of glory. 
 
 
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 Ah, how empty, ah, how fleeting, 
 
 Is the I'sealth of eager man ! 
 Fire consumes while he is sleeping, 
 Floods come on, in fury sweeping, — 
 Man is left alone, and weeping. 
 
 Ah, how empty, ah, how fleeting, 
 
 Are the things of human life ! 
 All things here together taken, 
 May be gone ere we awaken, — 
 Faith alone remains unshaken. 
 
 THE HEAVENLY REST. 
 
 There remaineth, therefore, a rest to the people of God. — Heb. 4 
 
 There is an horn* of peaceful rest, 
 To mourning wanderers given ; 
 There is a joy for souls distressed, 
 A balm for every wounded breast, — 
 'T is found above — in heaven. 
 
 There is a soft, a downy bed, 
 
 T is fair as breath of even ; 
 A couch, for weary mortals spread, 
 Where they may rest the aching head, 
 
 And find repose, — in heaven. 
 
 
196 HYMNS. 
 
 There is a home for weary souls, 
 
 By sin and sorrow driven ; 
 When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, 
 Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, 
 
 And all is drear, but heaven. 
 
 Then faith lifts up her cheerful eye, 
 
 To brighter prospects given ; 
 And views the tempest passing by, 
 The evening shadows quickly fly, 
 And all serene, in heaven. 
 
 There, fragrant flowers, immortal, bloom, 
 
 And joys supreme are given : 
 There, rays divine disperse the gloom : 
 Beyond the confines of the tomb, 
 Appears the dawn of heaven. 
 
 CHEIST UNCHANGING. 
 
 Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to-day, and forever. — Heb. 13 : §. 
 
 Change is written everywhere, 
 
 Time and death o'er all are ranging; 
 
 Seasons, creatures, all declare, 
 Man is mortal, earth is changing. 
 
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 Life, and all its treasures, seem 
 
 Like a sea in constant motion ; 
 Thanks for an eternal beam, 
 
 ning o'er the pathless ocean. 
 
 One by one, although each name 
 Providence or death will sever ; 
 
 Jesns Christ is still the same, 
 Yesterday, to-day, forever. 
 
 HEAVEN ANTICIPATED. 
 
 Knowing in yourselves that ye have in heaven a better and an enduring 
 substance.— Heb. 10: 34. 
 
 Ah ! why this disconsolate frame ? 
 
 Though earthly enjoyments decay, 
 My Jesus is ever the same, 
 
 A sun in the gloomiest day. 
 Though molten awhile in the fire, 
 
 ; T is only the gold to refine ; 
 And, be it my simple desire, 
 
 Though suffering, not to repine. 
 
 What can be the pleasure to me, 
 
 "Which earth, in its fulness, can boast? 
 
 Delusive, its vanities flee, 
 
 A flash of enjoyment, at most ! 
 
198 HYMNS. 
 
 And, if the Redeemer could part, 
 For me, with his throne in the skies ; 
 
 Ah, why is so dear to my heart, 
 What he, in his wisdom, denies ? 
 
 Though riches to others be given, 
 
 Their corn and their vintage abound; 
 Yet, if I have treasure in heaven, 
 
 Where should my affections be found? 
 Why stoop for the glittering sands, 
 
 Which they are so eager to share, 
 Forgetting those wealthier lands, 
 
 That form my inheritance there ? 
 
 Dear Jesus, my feelings refine, 
 
 My truant affections recall ; 
 Then, be there no fruit on the vine, 
 
 Deserted and empty the stall ; 
 The long labored olive may die, 
 
 The field may no harvest afford ; 
 But, under the gloomiest sky, 
 
 My soul shall rejoice in the Lord. 
 
 Then let the rude tempest assail, 
 
 The blast of adversity blow ; 
 The haven, though distant, I hail, 
 
 Beyond this rough ocean of woe ; 
 When, safe on the beautiful strand, 
 
 I '11 smile at the billows, that foam ; 
 Kind angels to hail me to land, 
 
 And Jesus to welcome me home. 
 
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 WHAT IS LITE ? 
 
 In ihe morning it flourisheth, and groweth up ; in the evening it is cir 
 down, and withereth. — Psalm 90 : 6. 
 
 O, what is life ? — 'T is like a flower. 
 
 That blossoms, and is gone ; 
 It nourishes its little hour, 
 
 With all its beauty on ; 
 Death comes ; and. like a wintry day. 
 It cuts the lovely flower away. 
 
 O, what is life?— 'T is like the bow. 
 
 That glistens in the sky ; 
 We love to see its colors glow, 
 
 But while we look, they die ; 
 Life fails as soon — to-day 't is here — 
 To-morrow it may disappear. 
 
 Lord, what is life ? — If spent with thee.. 
 
 In humble praise and prayer ; 
 How long or short our life may be, 
 
 We feel no anxious care ; 
 Though life depart, our joys shall last 
 When life, and all its joys, are past. 
 
200 H Y M N S , 
 
 THE FLEETNESS OF LIFE. 
 
 The days of our years are threescore years and ten ; and if by reason of 
 strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow ; 
 fur it is soon cut off, and we fly away. — Psalm 90 : 10. 
 
 Behold, 
 How short a span, 
 "Was long enough, of old, 
 To measure out the life of man ; 
 In those well tempered days, his life was then 
 Surveyed, cast up, and found but threescore years 
 and ten. 
 
 How vain, 
 How wretched is 
 Poor man, that doth remain 
 A slave to such a state as this ; 
 His days are short at longest, few at most, 
 They are but bad at best, yet lavished out or lost. 
 
 They be 
 The secret springs 
 That make our minutes flee 
 On wheels more swift than eagle's wings. 
 Our life 's a clock ; and every gasp of breath 
 Breathes forth a warning grief, till time shall strike 
 a death. 
 
HYMNS. 201 
 
 How soon 
 
 Our new-born light 
 
 Attains to full-aged noon ; 
 
 And this, how soon to gray-haired night ; 
 
 We spring, we bud, we blossom, and we blast, 
 
 Ere we can count our days, our days they nee so 
 
 fast. 
 
 They end, 
 
 When scarce begun ; 
 
 And, ere we apprehend 
 
 That we begin to live, our life is done ; 
 
 Man ! count thy days ; and, if they fly too fast 
 
 For thy dull thoughts to count, count every day 
 
 thy last. 
 
 A THOUGHT ON DEATH. 
 
 One dieih in his full strength ; and another dieth in the bitterness of his 
 soul.- Job 21: 23.25. 
 
 When life, as opening buds, is sweet, 
 And golden hopes the spirits greet, 
 And youth prepares his joys to meet, 
 Alas ! how hard it is to die. 
 
 When scarce is seized some borrowed prize, 
 And duties press ; and tender ties 
 Forbid the soul from earth to rise, 
 How awful, then, it is to die. 
 
202 II Y M N s . 
 
 When, one by one, those ties are torn, 
 And friend from friend is snatched forlorn, 
 And man is left alone to mourn, 
 Ah, then how easy 't is to die. 
 
 When trembling limbs refuse their weight, 
 And films, slow gathering, dim the sight, 
 And clouds obscure the mental light, 
 'Tis nature's precious boon, to die. 
 
 When faith is strong, and conscience clear, 
 And words of peace the spirit cheer, 
 And visioned glories half appear, 
 'Tis joy, 'tis triumph, then, to die. 
 
 THE WORLD TO COME. 
 
 But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly. — Heb. 11 : 16. 
 
 If all our hopes, and all our fears, 
 
 Were prisoned in life's narrow bound; 
 If, travellers through this vale of tears, 
 
 We saw no better world beyond, — 
 O, what could check the rising sigh, 
 
 What earthly thing could pleasure give ? 
 O, who could venture then to die, — 
 
 Or, who could venture, then, to live ? 
 

 h ft ft x 1 . 203 
 
 Were life a dark and desert moor, 
 
 Where mists and clouds eternal spread 
 Their gloomy veil behind, before, 
 
 And tempests thunder overhead ; 
 Where not a sunbeam breaks the gloom, 
 
 And not a flow'ret smiles beneath, — 
 Who could exist in such a tomb, 
 
 "Who dwell in darkness and in death ? 
 
 And such were life, without the ray 
 
 Of our divine religion given ; 
 'Tis this, that makes our darkness day, — 
 
 'Tis this that makes our earth a heaven; 
 Bright is the golden sun above, 
 
 And beautiful the flowers that bloom ; 
 And all is joy, and all is love, 
 
 Reflected from the world to come. 
 
 THINGS UNSEEN. 
 
 For the things which are seen are temporal ; but the things which are not 
 seen are eternal. — 2 Cor. 4 : Iz. 
 
 There is a state unknown, unseen, 
 
 Where parted souls must be ; 
 And but a step may be between 
 That world of souls and me. 
 
204 H Y H l s . 
 
 I see no light.. I hear no sound, 
 
 When midnight shades are spread ; 
 
 Yet, angels pitch their tents around, 
 And guard my quiet bed. 
 
 Jesus was wrapt from mortal gaze, 
 And clouds conveyed him hence ; 
 
 Enthroned amid the sapphire blaze, 
 Beyond our feeble sense. 
 
 Yet say not. — Who shall mount on high, 
 
 To bring him from above ? 
 For, lo ! the Lord is always nigh 
 
 The children of his love. 
 
 The Saviour, whom I long have sought, 
 And would, but cannot see ; 
 
 And, is he here ? O, wondrous thought ! 
 And will he dwell with me ? 
 
 I ask not, with my mortal eye, 
 
 To view the vision bright ; 
 I dare not see thee, lest I die ; 
 
 Yet, Lord, restore my sight. 
 
 Give me to see thee, and to feel 
 
 The mental vision clear ; 
 The things unseen, reveal, reveal ; 
 
 And let me know them near. 
 
 
HYMNS. 203 
 
 Impart the faith that soars on high, 
 
 Beyond this earthly strife, 
 That holds sweet converse with the sky, 
 
 And lives eternal life. 
 
 C I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY.' 
 
 Job 7 : 16. 
 
 I would not live alway — live alway below! 
 
 no, I "11 not linger, when bidden to go. 
 The days of our pilgrimage granted us here, 
 
 Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its 
 
 cheer. 
 Would I shrink from the path which the prophets 
 
 of God, 
 Apostles, and martyrs, so joyfully trod ? 
 While brethren and friends are all hastening home, 
 Like a spirit unblest o'er the earth would I roam? 
 
 1 would not live alway — I ask not to stay, 
 Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; 
 Where seeking for peace, we but hover around, 
 Like the patriarch's bird, and no resting is found: 
 Where hope, when she paints her gay bow on the 
 
 air, 
 Leaves its brilliance to fade in the night of despair, 
 And joy's fleeting angel ne'er sheds a glad ray, 
 Save the gleam of the plumage that bears him 
 
 away. 
 
206 h y h x s . 
 
 I would not live alway — thus fettered by sin, 
 Temptation without, and corruption within : 
 In a moment of strength if I sever the chain, 
 Scarce the victory is mine ere I 'm captive again. 
 E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, 
 And my cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears : 
 The festival trump calls for jubilant songs, 
 But my spirit her own miserere prolongs. 
 
 I would not live alway — no, welcome the tomb ; 
 Immortality's lamp burns there bright mid the 
 
 gloom ; 
 There, too, is the pillow where Christ bowed his 
 
 head ; 
 O ! soft are the slumbers on that holy bed. 
 And then the glad dawn soon to follow that night, 
 When the sunrise of glory shall beam on my sight, 
 "When the full matin song, as the sleepers arise 
 To shout in the morning, shall peal through the 
 
 skies. 
 
 Who, who would live alway? away from Ins 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 : 
 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
 Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet, 
 "While the songs of salvation unceasingly roll, 
 And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. 
 
H Y M N S . 207 
 
 That heavenly music ! what is it I hear? 
 The notes of the harpers ring- sweet in the air : 
 And see, soft unfolding those portals of gold ; 
 The King all arrayed in his beauty behold ! 
 O ! give me, O ! give me the wings of a dove ! 
 Let me hasten my flight to those mansions above : 
 Ay, 't is now that my soul on swift pinions would 
 
 soar, 
 And in ecstaev bid earth adieu evermore. 
 
 'I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAT* 
 
 Job 7: 16. 
 
 No, I would not always live, 
 Always sin, repent, and grieve, 
 Always in my dungeon groan, 
 Always serve a God unknown ; 
 
 Or if thou appear' st to me, 
 Darkly through a glass I see, 
 Know in part, and deeply mourn, 
 Till I to thy arms return. 
 
 Pardoned, still for sin I grieve, 
 Never can myself forgive : 
 Weeping, though my heart were pure, 
 "Would I to the end endure, 
 Still lament and daily die, 
 Till my Saviour from the sky, 
 Wipe the gracious tears away, 
 Bear me to eternal day. 
 
208 
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 I AM WEARY. 
 
 For they that say such things, declare plainly that they seek a country. 
 Hebrews 11 : 14. 
 
 I am weary of straying — O, fain would I rest, 
 In the far distant land of the pure and the blest ; 
 "Where sin can no longer her blandishments spread* 
 And tears and temptations forever have fled. 
 
 I am weary of hoping — where hope is untrue : 
 As fair, but as fleeting as morning's bright dew ; 
 I long for that land whose blest promise alone 
 Is changeless and sure as eternity's throne. 
 
 I am weary of sighing o'er sorrows of earth, 
 O'er joy's glowing visions that fade at their birth ; 
 O'er the pangs of the loved, that we cannot assuage ; 
 O'er the blightings of youth, and the weakness of 
 age. 
 
 I am weary of loving what passes away — 
 The sweetest, the dearest, alas ! may not stay ; 
 I long for that land where these partings are o'er, 
 And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more. 
 
 I am weary, my Saviour, of grieving thy love ; 
 
 ! when shall I rest in thy presence above ? 
 
 1 am weary — but O ! let me never repine, 
 While thy word, and thy love, and thy promise 
 
 are mine. 
 
HYMNS. 209 
 
 DESIRING TO DEPAKT. 
 
 Having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ ; which is far betier. 
 Phil. 1 : 23. 
 
 When shall my spirit fly away, 
 And reach its everlasting rest ? 
 
 Time, — I would chide thy long delay, 
 Debarring all I love the best. 
 
 When shall I see my Saviour's face, 
 And be as pure as angels are ; 
 
 Join the full song of saving grace, 
 
 And mingle with each heavenly star ? 
 
 When shall I join the loved and lost, 
 Enthroned in everlasting light ; 
 
 No more by pain and sickness tossed, 
 But changing faith and hope for sight. 
 
 Yet let impatience have no part 
 Within my breast, but may it be 
 * The full outbreathing of my heart, 
 God's work be perfected in me.' 
 
 Whatever I have yet to do, 
 
 I would not leave that work undone ; 
 To act, to suffer, to pass through 
 
 God's will in all, and mine in none. 
 
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210 HYMNS. 
 
 COMMITTING THE SOUL TO JESUS. 
 
 Lord Jesus, receive my spirit ! — Acts 7 : 59. 
 
 Thou, whose never-failing arm 
 Led me all my earthly way, 
 Brought me out of ever} 7 harm 
 Safely to my closing day — 
 
 Thou in whom I now believe, 
 Jesus, Lord, my soul receive. 
 
 From tins state of sin and pain, 
 
 From this world of grief and strife, 
 From this body's mortal chain, 
 From this weak, imperfect life, 
 Thou in whom I now believe, 
 Jesus, Lord, my soul receive. 
 
 To the mansions of thy love, 
 
 To the spirits of the just, 
 To the angel hosts above, 
 
 To thyself, my only trust — 
 
 Thou in whom I now believe, 
 Jesus, Lord, my soul receive. 
 
HYMNS. 211 
 
 DESIRING TO DEPART. 
 
 But now ihcy desire a better country, that is, an heavenly : wherefore God 
 is not ashamed to be called their God ; for he haih prepared for them a 
 city. — Heb. 11 : 16. 
 
 My soul, go boldly forth, 
 Forsake this sinful earth ; 
 What hath it been to thee 
 
 But pain and sorrow ? 
 And think'st thou it will be 
 
 Better to-morrow? 
 
 Why art thou for delay ? 
 Thou cam'st not here to stay; 
 What tak'st thou for thy part 
 
 But heavenly pleasure ? 
 Where then should be thy heart, 
 
 But where 's thy treasure ? 
 
 Thy God, thy Head's above; 
 There is the world of love ; 
 Mansions there purchased are 
 
 By Christ's own merit; 
 For these he doth prepare 
 
 Thee by his Spirit. 
 
 Lord Jesus, take my spirit; 
 I trust thy love and merit ; 
 
212 
 
 HYMNS, 
 
 
 Take home thy wandering sheep, 
 For thou hast sought it ; 
 
 My soul in safety keep, 
 For thou hast bought it. 
 
 LONGING TO BE WITH CHRIST. 
 
 Having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ ; which is far better. 
 Phil. 1 : 23. 
 
 To Jesus, the crown of my hope, 
 My soul is in haste to be gone ; 
 
 O, bear me, ye cherubim, up, 
 And waft me away to his throne. 
 
 My Saviour, whom absent I love ; 
 
 Whom, not having seen, I adore ; 
 Whose name is exalted above 
 
 All glory, dominion, and power : 
 
 Dissolve from these bonds, that detain 
 My soul from her portion in thee ; 
 
 Ah ! strike off this adamant chain, 
 And make me eternally free. 
 
 When that happy era begins, 
 
 When arrayed in thy glories I shine, 
 
 Nor grieve any more by my sins, 
 The bosom on which I recline : 
 
HYMNS. 213 
 
 O, then shall the veil be removed, 
 
 And round me thy brightness be poured : 
 
 I shall meet him whom absent I loved, 
 I shall see whom unseen I adored. 
 
 And then, never more shall the fears, 
 The trials, temptations, and woes, 
 
 Which darken this valley of tears, 
 Intrude on my blissful repose. 
 
 Or, if yet remembered above, 
 Remembrance no sadness shall raise ; 
 
 They will be but new signs of thy love, 
 New themes for my wonder and praise. 
 
 Thus the strokes which from sin and from pain 
 
 Shall set me eternally free, 
 Will but strengthen and rivet the chain 
 
 Which binds me, my Saviour, to thee. 
 
 THE DYIXG CHRISTIAN. 
 
 Having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ ; which is fkr bette 
 Phil 1 : 23. 
 
 Haste my spirit, fly away, 
 'Tis thy gracious Saviour calls, 
 
 Leave this tenement of clay, 
 
 Quit its broken, shattered wails ; 
 
 Through these ruins I descry 
 
 Gleams of immortalitv. 
 
214 HYMNS. 
 
 Cease, my friends, to weep for me, 
 I should rather mourn for you ; 
 
 Every woe and sin I flee, 
 
 Christ and heaven are in my view ; 
 
 Dare not wish my soul to stay, 
 
 Angels beckon me away. 
 
 God hath sent his envoy, death, 
 Earthly blessings I resign ; 
 
 Lord, to thee I yield my breath, 
 Take this ransomed soul of mine ; 
 
 And my songs of joy shall be 
 
 Ceaseless as eternity. 
 
 ' TO LIVE IS CHRIST ; TO DIE IS GAIN.' 
 
 Phil. 1 : 21. 
 
 Let thoughtless thousands choose the road 
 That leads the soul away from God : 
 This happiness, O Lord, be mine, 
 To live and die entirely thine ! 
 
 On Christ, by faith, my soul would live, 
 From him my life, my all receive ; 
 To him devote my fleeting hours, 
 Serve him alone with all my powers. 
 
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 Christ is my everlasting all, 
 To him I look, on him I call ; 
 He will my every want supply, 
 In time, and through eternity. 
 
 Soon will the Lord, my life, appear ; 
 Soon shall I end my trials here. — 
 Leave sin and sorrow, death and pain : 
 ■ To live is Christ — to die is gain ! ' 
 
 Soon will the saints in glory meet ; 
 Soon walk through every golden street; 
 And sing on every blissful plain, 
 ' To live is Christ — to die is gain ! ' 
 
 THE DYING CHRISTIAN. 
 
 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory ! 
 1 Cor. 15 : 55. 
 
 ' Spirit — leave thine house of clay! 
 
 Lingering dust, resign thy breath ! 
 Spirit, cast thy chains away ! 
 
 Dust, be thou dissolved in death.' 
 Thus the Almighty Saviour speaks, 
 
 While the faithful Christian dies ! 
 Thus the bonds of life he breaks, 
 
 And the ransomed captive flies ! 
 
216 HYMNS. 
 
 ' Prisoner, long detained below ! 
 
 Prisoner, now with freedom blest ! 
 Welcome, from a world of woe ! 
 
 Welcome to a land of rest ! ' 
 Thus the choir of angels sing, 
 
 As they bear the soul on high ! 
 While with hallelujahs, ring 
 
 All the region of the sky ! 
 
 Grave, the guardian of our dust ! 
 
 Grave, the treasury of the skies ! 
 Every atom of thy trust, 
 
 Rests in hope again to rise ! 
 Hark ! the judgment-trumpet calls ! 
 ' Soul, rebuild thy house of clay ; 
 Immortality thy walls, 
 
 And eternity thy day ! ' 
 
 THE DYING BELIEVER. 
 
 O death, where is thy sting ? — 1 Cor. 15 : 55. 
 
 Deathless principle, arise ! 
 Soar, thou native of the skies ! 
 Pearl of price, by Jesus bought, 
 To his glorious likeness wrought, 
 
HYMNS. 217 
 
 Go to shine before his throne, 
 Deck his mediatorial crown ; 
 Go, his triumphs to adorn, 
 Bom for God, to God return. 
 
 Lo, he beckons from on high ! 
 Fearless to his presence fly; 
 Thine the merit of his blood, 
 Thine the righteousness of God ! 
 Angels joyful to attend, 
 Hovering round thy pillow bend ; 
 Wait to catch the signal given, 
 And escort thee quick to heaven ! 
 
 Is thy earthly house distrest ? 
 Willing to retain its guest ? 
 'Tis not thou, but it, must die — 
 Fly celestial tenant, fly ! 
 Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay, 
 Sweetly breathe thyself away: 
 Singing, to thy crown remove, 
 Swift of wing, and fired with love. 
 
 Shudder not to pass the stream, 
 Venture all thy care on him ; 
 Him, whose dying love and power 
 Stilled its tossing, hushed its roar; 
 
218 HYMNS. 
 
 Safe in the expanded wave, 
 Gentle as a summer's eve ; 
 Not one object of his care 
 Ever suffered shipwreck there ! 
 
 See the haven full in view, 
 
 Love divine shall bear thee through ; 
 
 Trust to that propitious gale, 
 
 Weigh thine anchor, spread thy sail : 
 
 Saints in glory perfect made, 
 
 Wait thy passage through the shade : 
 
 Ardent for thy coming o'er, 
 
 See, they throng the blissful shore ! 
 
 Mount, their transports to improve, 
 Join the longing choir above, 
 Swiftly to their wish be given, 
 Kindle higher joy in heaven, — 
 Such the prospects that arise 
 To the dying Christian's eyes ! 
 Such the glorious vista faith 
 Opens through the shades of death ! 
 
HYMNS. 219 
 
 SURRENDER AND DEPARTURE. 
 
 Into thy hand I commit my spirit : thou hast redeemed me, O Lord God 
 of truth. — Psalm 31 : 5. 
 
 God of my life ! thy boundless grace, 
 Chose, pardoned, and adopted me ; 
 
 My rest, my home, my dwelling-place ; 
 Father ! I come to thee. 
 
 Jesus my hope, my rock, my shield ! 
 
 "Whose precious blood was shed for me, 
 Into thy hands my soul I yield ; 
 
 Saviour ! I come to thee. 
 
 Spirit of glory and of God ! 
 
 Long hast thou deigned my guide to be ; 
 Now be thy comfort sweet bestowed; 
 
 My God ! I come to thee. 
 
 I come to join that countless host, 
 Who praise thy name unceasingly; 
 
 Blest Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
 My God ! I come to thee. 
 
220 
 
 HYMNS. 
 
 WEEP NOT EOE, ME. 
 
 What mean ye to weep and to break mine heart? — Acts 21 : 13. 
 
 When the spark of life is waning, 
 
 Weep not for me. 
 When the languid eye is straining, 
 
 Weep not for me. 
 When the feeble pulse is ceasing, 
 Start not at its swift decreasing, 
 'Tis the fettered soul's releasing; 
 Weep not for me. 
 
 When the pangs of death assail me, 
 
 Weep not for me. 
 Christ is mine — he cannot fail me, 
 
 Weep not for me. 
 Yes, though sin and doubt endeavor, 
 From his love my soul to sever, 
 Jesus is my strength — forever ! 
 Weep not for me. 
 
 WEEP NOT FOR ME. 
 
 What mean ye to weep and to break mine heart ? — Acts 21 : 13. 
 
 O, weep not for me ! I can never be blest, 
 Till my sorrowful spirit in Jesus shall rest ; 
 Till this body of sin and of death be destroyed, 
 And the soul for its glory alone be employed. 
 
HYMNS. 221 
 
 0, weep not for me ! now my joys will begin ; 
 I shall know the full meaning of ceasing from sin ; 
 I shall know how the saints are made perfect in 
 
 love ; 
 And be spotless and pure as the angels above. 
 
 O, weep not for me ! soon my death-pangs will 
 
 cease, 
 And this suffering body will slumber in peace ; 
 My soul, even now, is in haste to be gone, 
 And her robe with the undefiled saints to put on. 
 
 O, weep not for me ! the glad moment is come, 
 Which tells me I am now made meet for my 
 
 home ; 
 My Saviour has willed I should now be removed, 
 His face to behold, whom unseen I have loved. 
 
 O, weep not for me ! I can welcome the pains 
 "Which break every bond that my spirit detains ; 
 And ere long, by his own gracious hand, the last 
 
 tear 
 Will be wiped from these eyes, which so often 
 
 weep here. 
 
222 HYMNS. 
 
 FAREWELL. 
 
 And he shall go no more out. — Rev. 3 : 12. 
 
 Nay, shrink not from the word, ' farewell ! ' 
 As 'twere friendship's final knell; 
 Such fears may prove but vain : 
 So changeful is life's fleeting day, 
 Whene'er we sever — hope may say 
 ' We part to meet again ! ' 
 
 Even the last parting earth can know, 
 Brings not unutterable woe, 
 
 To souls that heavenward soar ; 
 For humble faith with steadfast eye, 
 Points to a brighter world on high, 
 Where hearts that here at parting sigh, 
 May meet — to part no more. 
 
 THE DYING INFANT. 
 
 He shall tell thee what shall become of the child. — 1 .Kings 14 : 3. 
 
 Cease here longer to detain me, 
 Fondest mother, drowned in woe ; 
 
 Now thy kind caresses pain me, 
 Morn advances — let me 2:0. 
 
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 See yon orient streak appearing ! 
 
 Harbinger of endless day ; 
 Hark ! a voice, the darkness cheering, 
 
 Calls my new-born soul away ! 
 
 Lately launched, a trembling stranger, 
 On the world's wild boisterous flood; 
 
 Pierced with sorrows, tossed with danger, 
 Gladly I return to God. 
 
 Now my cries shall cease to grieve thee ; 
 
 Now my trembling heart find rest ; 
 Kinder arms than thine receive me, 
 
 Softer pillows than thy breast. 
 
 Weep not o'er these eyes that languish, 
 Upward turning toward their home : 
 
 Raptured they '11 forget all anguish, 
 "While they wait to see thee come. 
 
 There my mother, pleasures centre ; 
 
 Weeping, parting, care or woe, 
 Ne'er our father's house shall enter: 
 
 Morn advances — let me go. 
 
 As through this calm, this holy dawning, 
 Silent glides my parting breath, 
 
 To an everlasting morning, 
 
 Gently close my eyes in death. 
 
221 HYMNS. 
 
 Blessings endless, richest blessings, 
 Pour their streams upon thine heart, 
 
 (Though no language yet possessing,) 
 Breathes my spirit ere we part. 
 
 Yet to leave thee sorrowing rends me, 
 Though again his voice I hear : 
 
 Rise ! may every grace attend thee ; 
 Rise ! and seek to meet me there. 
 
 THE DYING DAUGHTER. 
 
 For it is better for me to die than to live. — Jonah 4:3. 
 
 My mother, look not on me now 
 With that sad, earnest eye : 
 
 Blame me not, mother ; blame not thou 
 My heart's last wish — to die. 
 
 I cannot wrestle with the strife 
 
 I once had heart to bear ; 
 And if I yield a youthful life, 
 
 Full hath it been of care. 
 
 Nay, weep not; on my brow is set, 
 The age of grief, not years : 
 
 Its furrows thou may est wildly wet, 
 But ne'er wash out with tears. 
 
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 And could'st thou see my weary heart, 
 Too weary even to sigh, 
 
 ! mother, mother, thou would 'st start, 
 And say, ' "T were best to die.' 
 
 1 know 't is summer on the earth, 
 
 I hear a pleasant tune 
 Of waters in their chiming mirth ; 
 I feel the breath of June. 
 
 The roses through my lattice look ; 
 
 The bee goes singing by ; 
 The peasant takes his harvest hook — 
 
 Yet, mother, let me die. 
 
 There 's nothing in this time of flowers, 
 
 That hath a voice for me — 
 The whispering leaves, the sunny hours, 
 
 The bright, the glad, the free. 
 
 There 's nothing but thy own deep love, 
 
 And that will live on high ; 
 Then, mother, now my heart 's above — 
 
 Kind mother, let me die. 
 
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226 HYMNS. 
 
 IMMORTALITY. 
 
 If a man die, shall he live again ? — Job 14 : 14. 
 
 In the dust I 'm doomed to sleep, 
 
 But shall not sleep forever ; 
 Fear may for a moment weep, 
 
 Christian courage — never. 
 Years in rapid course shall roll, 
 
 By time's chariot driven, 
 And my re-awakened soul 
 
 Wing its flight to heaven. 
 
 What though o'er my mortal tomb, 
 
 Clouds and mists be blending? 
 Sweetest hope shall chase the gloom, 
 
 Hopes to heaven ascending. 
 These shall be my stay, my trust, 
 
 Ever bright and vernal ; — 
 Life shall blossom out of dust, 
 
 Life and joy eternal. 
 
 THE POOR MAN'S DEATH-BED. 
 
 Yet no man remembered that same poor man. — Eccles. 9 : 15, 
 
 Tread softly ! bow the head, 
 In reverent silence bow ! 
 No passing bell doth toll, 
 Yet an immortal soul 
 
 Is passing now. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 Stranger ! how great soe'er, 
 With lowly reverence bow ! 
 There 's one in that poor shed, 
 One by that wretched bed, 
 Greater than thou. 
 
 Beneath that paupers roof, 
 Lo ! Death doth keep his state ; 
 Enter — no crowds attend : 
 Enter — no guards defend 
 Tins palace gate. 
 
 That pavement damp and cold, 
 No whispering courtiers tread. 
 One silent woman stands 
 Chafing with pale, thin hands, 
 A dying head. 
 
 No busy murmurs sound ; 
 An infant wail alone : 
 A sob suppressed — again 
 That short, deep gasp — and then 
 The parting groan ! 
 
 O change ! O wondrous change ! 
 Burst are the prison bars ! 
 Tins moment there — so low 
 In mortal prayer — and now 
 Beyond the stars ! 
 
228 HYMNS. 
 
 O change ! stupendous change ! 
 Here lies the senseless clod ; 
 The soul from bondage breaks, 
 The new immortal wakes — 
 Wakes with his God. 
 
 THE AGED CHRISTIAN. 
 
 Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy 
 word. — Luke 2 : 29. 
 
 'Tis enough — the hour is come; 
 Now within the silent tomb 
 Let this mortal frame decay, 
 Mingled with its kindred clay ; 
 Since thy mercies oft of old, 
 By thy chosen seers foretold, 
 Faithful now, and steadfast prove, 
 God of truth, and God of love ! 
 
 Since at length my aged eye, 
 Sees the day-spring from on high ! 
 Those whom death had overspread 
 With his dark and dreary shade, 
 Lift their eyes, and from afar 
 Hail the light of Jacob's star ; 
 Waiting till the promised ray 
 Turn their darkness into day. 
 
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 Sun of righteousness, to thee, 
 Lo ! the nations bow the knee ; 
 And the realms of distant kings 
 Own the healing of thy wings. 
 See the beams intensely shed, 
 Shine on Zion's favored head! 
 Never may they hence remove, 
 God of truth, and God of love ! 
 
 'I AM THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE,' 
 
 John 11 : 25. 
 
 Dead in sin, and deep in shame, 
 Kindle, Lord, a vital flame ; 
 Bid the clouds and darkness flee, 
 Bid me rise and rest m thee — 
 
 Ptaise me, Saviour, 
 Raise to all eternity. 
 
 Breathe into this soul of mine 
 Life eternal, life divine ; 
 Slay these passions, fierce and rife, 
 End, O end this mortal strife — 
 
 Conquering Saviour, 
 Thou the vict'ry art and life. 
 
 Free from sin — from Satan free ; 
 Let my life be hid with thee ; 
 
230 HYMNS. 
 
 Send thy seraphs from the skies, 
 Seal this living sacrifice — 
 
 Risen Saviour, 
 Ceaseless let this incense rise. 
 
 O'er the silence of the tomb, 
 May celestial vigor bloom ; 
 When the world dissolves in fire, 
 Then in robes of light attire — 
 
 Then, O Saviour, 
 May I join the immortal choir. 
 
 ' THE TIME OF THE DEAD.' 
 
 Rev. 11 : 18. 
 
 Great 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 soul dismay ; 
 
 His presence sheds eternal day 
 On those prepared to meet him. 
 
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 But sinners, filled with guilty fears, 
 
 Behold his wrath prevailing ; 
 For they shall rise, and find their tears 
 
 And sighs are unavailing : 
 The day of grace is past and gone ; 
 Trembling they stand before the throne 
 
 All unprepared to meet him ! 
 
 Great God, what do I see and hear? 
 
 The end of things created ! 
 Behold the Judge of man appear. 
 
 On clouds of glory seated ! 
 Low at his cross I wait the day, 
 When heaven and earth shall pass away., 
 
 And thus prepare to meet him ! 
 
 HEAVENLY EEST. 
 
 There remaineth, therefore, a rest for the people of God. — Heb. 4 . 9. 
 
 Sweet is the name of rest, 
 How much the word conveys ! 
 
 It is to be supremely blest 
 In the bright world of praise. 
 
 It is to rest from sin, 
 
 "Which here will still endure : 
 
 The holy place to enter in, 
 And be forever pure. 
 
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 HYMNS, 
 
 It is to rest from pain, 
 
 From grief, from doubt, from fear : 
 No sickness, parting, death again, 
 
 Nor any falling tear. 
 
 It is to rest with him, 
 
 Whom now unseen we trust, 
 With cherubim and seraphim, 
 
 And spirits of the just. 
 
 A perfect cloudless rest, 
 An endless Sabbath day ; 
 
 Blessed portion yet to be possessed, 
 And never fade away. 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes ; and there shall be 
 no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying;, neither shall there be any 
 more pain ; for the former things are passed away. — Rev. 21 : 4. 
 
 No sickness there, — 
 No weary wasting of the frame away, 
 No fearful shrinking from the midnight air, 
 No dread of summer's bright and fervid ray. 
 
 No hidden grief, 
 No wild and cheerless vision of despair, 
 No vain petition for a swift relief, 
 No tearful eyes, no broken hearts are there. 
 
H Y ■ X s . 203 
 
 Care has no home 
 Within the realm of ceaseless prayer and song ; 
 Its billows break and melt away in foam, 
 Far from the mansions of the spirit throng. 
 
 The storm's blaek wing 
 Is never spread athwart celestial skies ; 
 Its waitings blend not with the voice of spring, 
 As some too tender floweret fades and dies. 
 
 No night distils 
 Its chilling dews upon the tender frame, 
 No moon is needed there. The light which fills 
 That land of glory, from its Maker came. 
 
 No parted friends 
 O'er mournful recollections have to weep ; 
 No bed of death enduring love attends, 
 To watch the coming of a pulseless sleep. 
 
 No blasted flower, 
 Or withered bud celestial gardens know; 
 No scorching blast, or fierce -descending shower 
 Scatters destruction like a ruthless foe. 
 
 No battle word 
 Startles the sacred host with fear and dread; 
 The song of peace creation's morning heard, 
 Is sung wherever angel minstrels tread. 
 
"23 1 H Y M N S . 
 
 Let us depart, 
 If home like this await the weary soul. 
 Look up, thou stricken one ! Thy wounded heart 
 Shall bleed no more at sorrow's stern control 
 
 With faith our guide, 
 "White -robed and innocent, to lead the way, 
 Why fear to plunge in Jordan's rolling tide, 
 And find the ocean of eternal day. 
 
 THE FAMILY IN HEAVEN AXD EARTH. 
 
 Of whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named. — Eph. 3 : 15. 
 
 Come, let us join our friends above, 
 
 That have obtained the prize ; 
 And on the eagle wings of love, 
 
 To joys celestial rise : 
 Let all the saints terrestrial sing, 
 
 With those to glory gone ; 
 For all the servants of our king, 
 
 In earth and heaven are one. 
 
 One family, we dwell in him ; 
 
 One church above, beneath ; 
 Though now divided by the stream, 
 
 The narrow stream of death : 
 
II Y M N s . 235 
 
 One army of the living God. 
 
 To Ins command we bow ; 
 Part of Ins host have crossed the flood, 
 
 And part are crossing now. 
 
 Ten thousand to their endless home, 
 
 This solemn moment fly : 
 And we are to the margin come, 
 
 And in onr turn must die : 
 His militant embodied host, 
 
 With wishful looks we stand, 
 And long to see that happy coast, 
 
 And reach the heavenly land. 
 
 THOUGHTS OF ETERNITY. 
 
 And fulfil all the good pleasure of his goodness, and ;he work of faith 
 with power. — 1 Thess. 1 : 11. 
 
 Thou God of glorious majesty, 
 To thee, against myself, to thee, 
 
 A worm of earth, I cry ; 
 A half-awakened child of man; 
 An hen of endless bliss or pain; 
 
 A sinner born to die ! 
 
 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 
 'Twixt two unbounded seas. I stand, 
 Secure ! insensible ! 
 
236 HYMNS. 
 
 A point of time, a moment's space 
 Removes me to that heavenly place, 
 Or shuts me up in hell. 
 
 O God, mine inmost soul convert, 
 And deeply on my thoughtless heart 
 
 Eternal things impress ! 
 Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
 And save me ere it be too late, 
 
 Wake me to righteousness. 
 
 Before me place in dread array, 
 The pomp of that tremendous day, 
 
 When thou with clouds shall come, 
 To judge the nations at thy bar; 
 And tell me, Lord, shall I be there 
 
 To meet a joyful doom ? 
 
 Be this my one great business here, 
 With holy diligence and fear 
 
 To make my calling sure ; 
 Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 
 And suffer all thy righteous will, 
 
 And to the end endure. 
 
 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, 
 Transported from this vale, to live 
 
 And reign with thee above ; 
 Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, 
 And hope, in full, supreme delight, 
 
 And everlasting love. 
 
II Y M N 5 . 237 
 
 PRESSING TOWARD HEAVEN. 
 
 Looking for and hasting unto the coming of the day of God. 
 2 Peter 3 : 12. 
 
 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 : 
 Yet a season, and ye know 
 
 Happy entrance shall be given, 
 All our sorrows left below, 
 
 And earth exchanged for heaven. 
 
238 HYMNS. 
 
 I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAYS. 
 
 Jobl: 16. 
 
 Earth is the spirit's rayless cell ; 
 But then, as a bird soars home to the shade 
 Of the beautiful wood, where its nest was made. 
 
 In bonds no more to dwell ; — 
 
 So will its weary wing 
 Be spread for the skies, when its toil is done ; 
 And its breath flow free, as a bird's in the sun, 
 
 And the soft fresh gales of spring. 
 
 O, not more sweet the tears 
 Of the dewy eve on the violet shed, 
 Than the dews of age on the ' hoary head/ 
 
 When it enters the eve of years. 
 
 Nor dearer amid the foam 
 Of the far-off sea, and its stormy roar, 
 Is a breath of balm from the unseen shore, 
 
 To him that weeps for home. 
 
 Wings, like a dove, to fly ! — 
 The spirit is faint with its feverish strife ; — 
 O, for its home in the upper life ! 
 
 When, when will death draw nigh ! 
 
H Y M N s . 239 
 
 VIA CRUCIS, VIA LUCIS. 
 
 Brought life and immortality to light. — 2 Tim. 1 : 10. 
 
 Night turns to day: — 
 
 When sullen darkness lowers, 
 
 And heaven and earth are hid from sight, 
 
 Cheer up, cheer up ! 
 
 Ere long the opening flowers, 
 
 With dewy eyes, shall shine in light. 
 
 Storms die in calms : — 
 
 When over land and ocean, 
 
 Roll the loud chariots of the wind, 
 
 Cheer up, cheer up ! 
 
 The voice of wild commotion 
 
 Proclaims tranquillity behind. 
 
 Winter wakes spring : — 
 
 When icy blasts are blowing 
 
 O'er frozen lakes, through naked trees, 
 
 Cheer up, cheer up ! 
 
 All beautiful and glowing, 
 
 May floats in fragrance on the breeze. 
 
 War ends in peace : — 
 
 Though dread artillery rattle, 
 
 And ghastly corses load the ground, 
 
 Cheer up, cheer up, 
 
 Where groaned the field of battle, 
 
 The song, the dance, the feast go round. 
 
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 HYMNS. 
 
 Toil brings repose : — 
 
 With noontide fervors beating, 
 
 When droop thy temples o'er thy breast, 
 
 Cheer up, cheer up ! 
 
 Grey twilight, cool and fleeting, 
 
 Wafts on its wing the hour of rest. 
 
 Death springs to life : — 
 
 Though brief and sad thy story, 
 
 Thy years all spent in care and gloom, 
 
 Look up, look up ! 
 
 Eternity and glory 
 
 Dawn through the portals of the tomb. 
 
 MEET AGAIN. 
 
 That he should gather together in one the children of God. 
 John 11 : 52. 
 
 Joyful words, — we meet again ! 
 Love's own language, comfort darting 
 Through the souls of friends at parting : 
 
 Life in death, — we meet again ! 
 
 While we walk this vale of tears, 
 Compassed round with care and sorrow, 
 Gloom to-day, and storm to-morrow, 
 1 Meet again ! ' our bosom cheers. 
 
H Y H N s . 24 1 
 
 Far in exile, when we roam, 
 O'er our lost endearments weeping, 
 Lonely, silent vigils keeping, 
 1 Meet again' transports us home. 
 
 When tins wean' world is past, 
 Happy they, whose spirits soaring, 
 Vast eternity exploring, 
 1 Meet asrain r in heaven at last. 
 
 1 BEHOLD, I AYAS LEFT ALONE/ 
 
 Isaiah 49: 21. 
 
 Where are ye with whom in life I started, 
 Dear companions of my golden days ? 
 
 Ye are dead, estranged from me, or parted, 
 Flown, like morning clouds, a thousand ways. 
 
 Where art thou, in youth my friend and brother, 
 Yea, in soul my friend and brother still ? 
 
 Heaven received thee, and on earth none other 
 Can the void in my lorn bosom fill. 
 
 Where is she, whose looks were love and gladness, 
 Love and gladness I no longer see ! 
 
 She is gone ; and since that hour of sadness, 
 Nature seems her sepulchre to me. 
 16 
 
*i42 HYMNS. 
 
 Where am I? — life's current, faintly flowing, 
 Brings the welcome warning of release ; 
 
 Struck with death, ah ! whither am I going ? 
 All is well — my spirit parts in peace. 
 
 THE GRAVE. 
 
 He believeth not that he shall return out of darkness. — Job 15 : 22. 
 
 There is a calm for those who weep ; 
 
 A rest for weary pilgrims found : 
 They softly lie, and sweetly sleep, 
 
 Low in the ground. 
 
 The storm that wrecks the wintry sky, 
 No more disturbs their deep repose, 
 Than summer evening's latest sigh, 
 
 That shuts the rose. 
 
 I long to lay this painful head, 
 
 And aching heart, beneath the soil ; 
 To slumber in that dreamless bed 
 From all my toil. 
 
 The grave that never spoke before, 
 
 Hath found at length a tongue to chide ; 
 O, listen ! I will speak no more ! — 
 Be silent, pride ! 
 
H Y M If S . M 
 
 Art thou a mourner? hast thou known 
 
 The joy of innocent delights, 
 Endearing days forever flown, 
 
 And tranquil nights ? 
 
 O, live ! and deeply cherish still 
 
 The sweet remembrance of the past; 
 Rely on Heaven's unchanging will 
 For peace at last. 
 
 Though long of winds and waves the sport, 
 
 Condemned in wretchedness to roam ; 
 Live ! thou shalt reach a sheltering port, 
 A quiet home ! 
 
 Seek the true treasure, seldom found, 
 
 Of power the fiercest griefs to calm, 
 And soothe the bosom's deepest wound 
 With heavenly balm. 
 
 Whate'ei thy lot — where'er thou be — 
 
 Confess thy folly — kiss the rod; 
 And in thy chastening sorrows see 
 
 The hand of God. 
 
 A bruised reed he will not break. 
 Afflictions all his children feel ; 
 He wounds them for his mercy's sake, 
 He wounds to heal ! 
 
244 HYMNS. 
 
 Humbled beneath his mighty hand, 
 
 Prostrate his providence adore : 
 'Tis done ! arise ! he bids thee stand, 
 To fall no more. 
 
 Now traveller in the vale of tears ! 
 
 To realms of everlasting light, 
 Through time's dark wilderness of years. 
 Pursue thy flight. 
 
 There is a calm for those who weep, 
 
 A rest for weary pilgrims found ; 
 And while the mouldering ashes sleep 
 Low in the ground — 
 
 The soul, of origin divine, 
 
 God's glorious image freed from clay, 
 In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine 
 A star of day ! 
 
 The sun is but a spark of fire, 
 
 A transient meteor in the sky ; 
 The soul, immortal as its sire, 
 
 Shall never die ! 
 
 
HYMNS. 245 
 
 1 A BETTER COUNTRY.' 
 
 Hebrews 11: 16. 
 
 There is a land of pure delight, 
 Where saints immortal reign ; 
 
 Infinite day excludes the night, 
 And pleasures banish pain. 
 
 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, 
 Stand dressed in living green ; 
 
 So to the Jews fair Canaan stood, 
 While Jordan rolled between. 
 
 There everlasting spring abides, 
 
 And never fading flowers ; 
 Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 
 But timorous mortals start, and shrink 
 
 To cross tins narrow sea, 
 And linger shivering on the brink, 
 
 And fear to launch away. 
 
 O, could we make our doubts remove, 
 Those gloomy doubts that rise, 
 
 And see the Canaan that we love, 
 With unbeclouded eyes ; 
 
246 HYMNS. 
 
 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 
 And view the landscape o'er, 
 
 Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 
 Could fright us from the shore ! 
 
 SAINTS IN HEAVEN. 
 
 What are these which are arrayed in white robes? and whence came 
 they ? — Rev. 7: 13. 
 
 What are these in bright array ? 
 
 This innumerable throng, 
 Round the altar, night and day, 
 
 Tuning their triumphant song ? 
 1 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 tin-one of God, 
 
 Sealed with his eternal name, 
 Clad in raiment pure and white, 
 
 Victor palms in eveiy hand, 
 Through their great Redeemer's might, 
 
 More than conquerors they stand. 
 
H Y HNS. 
 
 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown. 
 
 On immortal fruits they feed ; 
 Thorn, the Lamb amidst the throne, 
 
 Shall to living- waters lead. 
 Joy and gladness banish sighs ; 
 
 Perfect love dispels their fears ; 
 And forever from their eyes, 
 
 God shall wipe away all tears. 
 
 ALL 'S WELL. 
 
 Say ye to the righteous, it shall be well with him. — Isaiah 3 : 10. 
 
 Deserted by each faithless friend, 
 
 When fortune's smiles no more attend ; 
 
 Submissive to his Father's will, 
 
 The patient Christian trusts him still ; 
 
 Still walks in wisdom's pleasant way. 
 
 And loves to hear, and praise, and pray, 
 
 His joy and peace, O who can tell ! 
 
 In wealth and want, with him ' All's well." 
 
 On passing through death's gloomy vale. 
 
 When fears invade and doubts assail. 
 
 While leaning on the staff and rod 
 
 Of his unchanging faithful God ; 
 
 A o'leam of heavenly light appears, 
 
 The Saviour wipes away his tears, 
 
 Triumphant over death and hell, 
 
 In life and death, with him ' All 's well.' 
 
248 
 
 HYMNS, 
 
 TO A DYING CHRISTIAN. 
 
 The Lord bless thee, and keep thee. — Numb. 6 : 24. 
 
 Parting soul! the flood awaits thee, 
 
 And the billows round thee roar : 
 Yet look on — the crystal city 
 
 Stands on yon celestial shore ! 
 There are crowns and thrones of glory, 
 
 There the living waters glide ; 
 There the just, in shining raiment, 
 
 "Wander by Immanuel's side. 
 
 Linger not, the stream is narrow, 
 
 Though its cold dark waters rise ; 
 He who passed the flood before thee, 
 
 Guides the path to yonder skies : 
 Hark ! the sound of angels, hymning, 
 
 Rolls harmonious o'er thine ear : 
 See the walls and golden portals 
 
 Through the mist of death appear. 
 
 Soul, adieu — this gloomy sojourn 
 
 Holds thy captive feet no more ; 
 Flesh is dropped, and sin forsaken, 
 
 Sorrow done, and weeping o'er. 
 Through the tears thy friends are shedding 
 
 Smiles of hope serenely shine ; 
 Not a friend remains behind thee, 
 
 But would change his lot for thine. 
 
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 FAREWELL. 
 
 He giveth his beloved sleep. — Psalm 127 : 2. 
 
 Lie down in peace to take thy rest ! 
 
 Dear cherished form ! no longer mine, 
 But bearing in thy clay-cold breast 
 
 A hidden germ of life divine ; 
 Which, when the eternal spring shall bloom, 
 Will burst the shackles of the tomb. 
 
 Lie down in peace to take thy rest! 
 
 Unbroken will thy slumbers be, 
 Satan can now no more molest, 
 
 And death has done his worst on thee; 
 Lie down, thy hallowed sleep to take, 
 Till clothed with glory thou shalt wake. 
 
 Lie down in peace to take thy rest ! 
 
 We can no longer watch thy bed, 
 But glorious angels, spirits blest, 
 
 Shall guard thee day and night instead ; 
 And when thine eyes unclosed shall be, 
 Christ in his glory they shall see. 
 
 Lie down in peace to take thy rest ! 
 
 My eyes must weep — my heart must mourn ; 
 But to thy soul, with Jesus blest, 
 
 For comfort and for hope I turn ; 
 Thou wilt not mark these tears that flow, 
 Sorrow can never reach thee now. 
 
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 HYMNS, 
 
 Lie down in peace to take thy rest ! 
 
 Let me betake myself to prayer, 
 Binding faith's corslet on my breast, 
 
 Lest Satan find an entrance there ; 
 God gave — though now his gift he claim, 
 Still, blessed be his holy name ! 
 
 FOR A BLIXD PERSON. 
 
 He endured, as seeing him who is invisible. — Heb. 11: 27. 
 
 Are Nature's charms all hidden 
 
 Forever from thy view ? 
 Am I in darkness bidden 
 
 My journey to pursue ? 
 My Father ! O, my Father ! 
 
 Thy child can trust thee still, 
 And strength from thee can gather, 
 
 To suffer all thy will 
 
 Though many a form be shrouded, 
 
 That once inspired delight, 
 My soul's clear eye unclouded, 
 
 And filled with inward light, 
 May gaze with steadier vision 
 
 On things to faith revealed, 
 And wait in meek submission 
 
 For all to be unsealed. 
 
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H Y M X S . 251 
 
 Vain things that once deluded, 
 
 The world's false glare and show, 
 By loss of sight excluded, 
 
 ~Sor please, nor tempt me now. 
 Should I not welcome blindness, 
 
 If sent, my God, by thee, 
 In thy parental kindness, 
 
 To break earth's spells for me ? 
 
 O, if this sad privation, 
 
 "Which men misfortune deem, 
 
 Make Christ and his salvation 
 ' The one thing needful ' seem, 
 
 I then shall gain that treasure, 
 Impervious to decay, 
 
 Which care, ambition, pleasure, 
 Might else have snatched away. 
 
 On thee, my God ! reclining, 
 
 From things external freed, 
 Calm, peaceful, unrepining, 
 
 I go where thou shalt lead. 
 Loved looks, still lovelier seeming. 
 
 In memory's glow arrayed, 
 On me are ever beaming, 
 
 Un dimmed by sorrow's shade. 
 
 Loved voices still can cheer me, 
 Sweet birds my ear can charm, 
 
 Kind guardians, ever near me, 
 Watch to protect from harm ; 
 
252 HYMNS. 
 
 But, O ! the thought most cheering, 
 Fraught with delight untold, 
 
 Is this — at thine appearing, 
 Thy face I shall behold. 
 
 JESUS LIVES. 
 
 I know that my Redeemer liveth. — Job 19 : 25. 
 
 Jesus lives ! my life, my joy, 
 
 Where, O death, is now thy terror ? 
 Soon his light I shall enjoy, 
 Free from darkness, sin, and error; 
 He from darkness sets me free, 
 This is my security. 
 
 Jesus lives ! to him alone ■ 
 
 Power o'er all the earth is given ; 
 Soon I shall behold his throne, 
 
 Soon with him shall reign in heaven ; 
 God fulfils his own decree, 
 This is my security. 
 
 Jesus lives ! who saved my soul, 
 
 His be every thought and feeling, 
 He shall all my heart control, 
 All my aims and wishes sealing ; 
 Faithful to his own is he, 
 This is my security. 
 
HYMNS. 253 
 
 Jesus lives ! and from his love 
 
 .Naught my soul shall ever sunder, 
 Naught beneath, nor aught above, 
 Satan's wrath, nor Sinai's thunder ; 
 
 Strength he gives, abundant, free — 
 This is my security. 
 
 Jesus lives ! the hour of death 
 
 Ushers to a life unending, 
 O, what rapture in that breath, 
 (Anguish every fibre rending,) 
 If my soul may say to thee, 
 Thou art my security. 
 
 ' FOR EVER AXD EVER.' 
 
 Revelations 7 : 12. 
 
 Eternity, eternity, 
 How long art thou, eternity ! 
 So fleet our time glides on to thee, 
 As to its port the ship at sea, 
 As courier swift and martial steed, 
 As from the bow the arrows speed. 
 
 Eternity, eternity, 
 
 How long art thou, eternity ! 
 As on a sphere all smooth and round, 
 End and beginning are not found; 
 
254 HYMNS. 
 
 Forever, ever thus with thee — 
 Unending, vast eternity ! 
 
 Eternity, eternity, 
 How long art thou, eternity ! 
 Thou art a ring of boundless size, 
 Unceasing time thy centre is, 
 Thy circuit never can be found, 
 Since thee shall limits never bound. 
 
 Eternity, eternity, 
 How long art thou, eternity ! 
 If on its long and tedious way, 
 Some bird should bear our world away, 
 In every thousand years one sand, 
 Still thou wouldst undiminished stand. 
 
 Eternity, eternity, 
 How long art thou, eternity ! 
 If only in each thousandth year 
 Some single eye should drop one tear, 
 So vast the flood at length would grow, 
 It would the heavens and earth o'erflow. 
 
 Eternity, eternity, 
 How long art thou, eternity ! 
 Nor ocean drops, nor sandy beach, 
 The number of thy years can reach ; 
 All computation strives in vain, 
 Thy vast, thy boundless length to gain. 
 
HYMNS. 255 
 
 Eternity, eternity, 
 
 How long art thou, eternity ! 
 O, man ! so long as God shall reign, 
 So long will be the sinner's pain ; 
 So long the blest their tongues employ, — 
 How long that pain, how long that joy ! 
 
 LIVE FOE ETERNITY. 
 
 Be ye therefore ready. — Luke 12 : 40. 
 
 A bright or dark eternity in view, 
 
 With all its fixed unutterable things, 
 "What madness in the living to pursue, 
 
 As their chief portion, with the speed of wings, 
 The joys that death-beds always turn to stings ! 
 
 Infatuated man, on earth's smooth waste, 
 To dance along the path that always brings 
 
 Quick to an end, from winch with tenfold haste 
 Back would he gladly fly till all should be retraced ! 
 
 Our life is like the hurrying on the eve 
 
 Before we start, on some long journey bound, 
 
 When fit preparing to the last we leave, 
 Then run to every room the dwelling round, 
 
 And sigh that nothing needed can be found ; 
 Yet go we must, and soon as day shall break ; 
 
256 HYMNS. 
 
 We snatch an hour's repose, when loud the 
 
 sound 
 For our departure calls ; we rise and take 
 A quick and sad farewell, and go ere well awake. 
 
 Reared in the sunshine, blasted by the storms, 
 Of changing time, scarce asking why or 
 whence, 
 Men come and go like vegetable forms, 
 
 Though heaven appoints for them a work 
 immense, 
 Demanding constant thought, and zeal intense. 
 Awaked by hopes and fears that leave no 
 room 
 For rest to mortals in the dread suspense, 
 While yet they know not if beyond the tomb 
 A long, long life of bliss or woe shall be their doom. 
 
 What matter whether pain or pleasures fill 
 
 The swelling heart one little moment here ? 
 From both alike how vain is every thrill, 
 
 While an untried eternity is near ! 
 Think not of rest, fond man, in life's career ; 
 
 The joys and grief that meet thee, dash aside 
 Like bubbles, and thy bark right onward steer 
 
 Through calm and tempest, till it cross the 
 tide, 
 Shoot into port in triumph, or serenely glide. 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 A bright or dark eternity in view, 
 
 A poor wayfaring man of grief, 
 
 Ah how empty, ah how fleeting, . 
 
 All, why this disconsolate frame. 
 
 All hail, thou lengthener of my days. . 
 
 And dost thou say, * Ask what thou wilt." 
 
 And must thou die my darling boy. 
 
 And wilt thou hear the fevered heart, 
 
 And shall I. Lord, the cup decline, 
 
 Are nature's charms all hidden, 
 
 Around Bethesda's healing wave. . 
 
 Art thou a pilgrim and alone, 
 
 Ask and ye shall receive, 
 
 As oft with worn and weary feet, 
 
 As panting in the sultry beam, 
 
 At evening time let there be light. 
 
 Before thy footstool kneeling, . 
 Behold, how short a span, . 
 Behold, the great Physician stands. 
 Birds have their quiet nest, . 
 Broken hearted, weep no more. 
 17 
 
 255 
 
 1ST 
 194 
 197 
 1S1 
 93 
 174 
 
 47 
 
 250 
 
 146 
 
 S7 
 
 94 
 
 B6 
 
 96 
 
 166 
 
 165 
 
 200 
 27 
 44 
 
 189 
 
258 
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Came at length the dreadful night, 
 Cease here longer to detain me, 
 Chamber of sickness, much to thee I owe. 
 Change is written every where, 
 Child of man whose seed below, . 
 Come, let us seek in grace to grow, . 
 Come, let us join our friends above, 
 Come my fond fluttering heart, 
 Come to Calvary's holy mountain, 
 Come who will, the voice from heaven, 
 
 40 
 222 
 
 76 
 196 
 
 42 
 159 
 234 
 
 53 
 
 35 
 193 
 
 Dead in sin, and deep in shame, 
 Deathless principle arise, . 
 Deserted by each faithless friend, 
 Diseased in body, mind, and soul, 
 
 229 
 
 216 
 
 247 
 
 33 
 
 Earth is the spirit's rayless cell, 
 End of faith, and its foundation, 
 Eternity, eternity, 
 Ever patient, gentle, meek, 
 
 238 
 
 61 
 253 
 
 78 
 
 Father, by thy love and power, 
 Eather, if thou willing be, 
 Father. Son, and Holy Ghost, . 
 For what shall I praise thee, 
 Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free, 
 Fountain of light and living breath. 
 From every stormy wind that blows, 
 From the depths of grief and fear, 
 Full of trembling expectation, 
 
 163 
 63 
 
 143 
 72 
 59 
 97 
 94 
 99 
 73 
 
 Gently, gently lay thy rod, . 
 Gentle stranger, fearless come, 
 Give me the voice of mirth, 
 
 15 
 
 172 
 
 31 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES, 
 
 2-59 
 
 Glory to the righteous God, 
 
 God of my life, thy boundless grace. 
 
 Go in peace, serene dismission, 
 
 Go to dark Gethsemane, 
 
 Great God, what do I hear and see. 
 
 139 
 
 219 
 
 38 
 
 43 
 
 230 
 
 Haste my spirit, fly away, 
 
 Heal us Immanuel, here we are. 
 
 He that from dross would win the ore, 
 
 Her home is far, far away, . 
 
 Holy Saviour, friend unseen, 
 
 How frail are these bodies of clay, . 
 
 How happy the sorrowful man, 
 
 How heavily the path of life, . 
 
 How oft upon my feverish bed. 
 
 How sweetly flowed the gospel sound. 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, 
 
 How sweet to be allowed to pray, 
 
 213 
 29 
 
 . 8 
 
 181 
 86 
 
 167 
 75 
 
 IMS 
 25 
 39 
 
 154 
 64 
 
 I am weary of straying — fain would I rest. 
 I cannot always trace the way, 
 I hear the bells, I see them go, . 
 I hear thee speak of the better land, 
 I would disclose my whole complaint, . 
 
 I would not live alway, 
 
 If all our hopes and all our fears, . 
 
 If Christ is mine, then all is mine, . 
 
 In health. Lord, and prosperous days, 
 
 In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke, 
 
 In the dust I 'm doomed to sleep, 
 
 In the hour of my distress, .... 
 
 In the mid silence of the voiceless night, 
 
 It is good when we lay on our pillow on- 
 
 208 
 
 12 
 155 
 183 
 
 48 
 205 
 202 
 162 
 130 
 
 14 
 226 
 
 80 
 16S 
 185 
 
2G0 
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Jesus, great healer of mankind, 173 
 
 Jesus lives ! my life, my joy, 252 
 
 Jesus, refuge of my soul, 128 
 
 Jesus saved the dying thief, 34 
 
 Joyful words, we meet again, 240 
 
 Just as I am, without one plea, 9 
 
 Let thoughtless thousands choose the road, 
 Lie down in peace to take thy rest, 
 Life nor death shall us dissever, 
 Lone, amidst the dead and dying, . 
 Long have I viewed, long have I thought, 
 Long plunged in sorrow, I resign, 
 Lord God of my salvation, 
 Lord, how often have I read, 
 Lord, I would thank thee, if thine hand. 
 Lord of earth, thy bounteous hand, 
 Lord, and what shall this man do, . 
 
 Morn is the time to think, 
 
 Mourner in Zion, do not weep. 
 
 Much have I borne, but not as I should bear, 
 
 My father and my God, .... 
 
 My mother, look not on me now, 
 
 My spirit on thy care, ..... 
 
 My soul go boldly forth, .... 
 
 My times are in thy hand. .... 
 
 214 
 
 249 
 
 121 
 
 95 
 
 50 
 
 137 
 
 30 
 
 46 
 
 70 
 
 120 
 
 113 
 
 170 
 115 
 
 55 
 
 54 
 224 
 
 85 
 211 
 
 36 
 
 Nay. shrink not from the word ; farewell,' 
 Night is the time to muse, 
 
 Night turns to Jay. 
 
 No, I would not always live, 
 
 No sickness there, 
 
 Not in thine hours of conflict, Lord, 
 Now all is done, that love and care, 
 
 222 
 169 
 239 
 207 
 232 
 69 
 176 
 
INDEX or riKST LINES, 
 
 261 
 
 cheer thee, cheer thee, suffering saint, 
 
 God ! from whom niy spirit came, 
 
 God ! may I look up to thee. 
 
 God, the Lord of place and time, 
 
 0, how soft that bed must be, 
 
 0, let my trembling soul be still, 
 
 lightly, lightly tread, 
 
 Lord ! how happy should we be, . 
 
 Lord, my best desire fulfil, 
 
 Lord, our strength and righteousness 
 
 thou, all holy. wise, and just, . 
 
 thou faithful God of love, 
 
 thou Majesty Divine, 
 
 thou, my kind, chastising God, 
 
 thou, to wisdom near allied, 
 
 thou God ! who nearest prayer, 
 
 O thou ! whose gentle, chastening hand, 
 
 thou, whose wise, paternal love, , 
 
 0, strange infirmity ! to think. 
 
 O, sweet as vernal dews, that fill, 
 
 0. what is life 3 — 'T is like a flower, 
 
 0, weep not for me ! I can never be blest 
 
 Of all the thoughts of God that are, 
 
 Oft as the leper's case I read, . 
 
 One* prayer I have — all prayers in one, 
 
 One time I was allowed to steer. 
 
 18 
 
 62 
 
 92 
 
 102 
 
 177 
 
 101 
 
 184 
 
 106 
 
 108 
 
 1 
 
 19 
 
 180 
 
 82 
 
 103 
 
 138 
 
 118 
 
 11 
 
 127 
 
 110 
 
 152 
 
 199 
 
 220 
 
 160 
 
 22 
 
 66 
 
 124 
 
 Parting soul ! the flood awaits thee, 
 Peace of God, which knows no measure. 
 Perfect love. Lord, can it be, 
 Pilgrim, is thy journey drear. . 
 Pleasant are thy courts above, 
 Polar star of life's dark sea, 
 Precious Bible ! what a treasure. . 
 
 248 
 70 
 
 103 
 13 
 
 153 
 84 
 
 151 
 
262 
 
 INDEX OF FIRST LINES, 
 
 Rejoice in Christ alway, . 
 
 Rise mv soul and stretch thv wing«. 
 
 105 
 237 
 
 Saviour, beneath thy yoke, 
 
 Saviour, I can welcome sickness, . 
 
 Saviour slain, and slain for me, 
 
 Saviour, when in dust, to thee, 
 
 Sickness is a hallowed season, 
 
 Since 't is God's will, pain, take your course, 
 
 Some murmur when their sky is clear, 
 
 Spirit, leave thine house of clay, . 
 
 Such was the disciples' cry, 
 
 Sufferer, art thou conscience stricken, . 
 
 Sweet, delightful resignation, . 
 
 Sweet Sabbath bells, I love your voice, 
 
 Sweet is the name of rest, 
 
 Tell me of that great Physician, 
 Tell me, ye winged winds, * 
 The leaves around me falling, . 
 The Son of David bowed to die, . 
 There is a calm for those who weep, 
 There is a land of pure delight, . 
 There is a fountain filled with blood, 
 There is an hour of peaceful rest, 
 There is a state unknown, unseen, 
 Though sorrows rise and dangers roll, 
 Thou art near — yes, Lord, I feel it, 
 Thou God of glorious majesty, 
 Thou man of griefs, remember me, . 
 Thou who didst stoop below, 
 Thou, whose never-failing arm, 
 'T is enough, the hour is come, 
 *T is my happiness below, 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES 
 
 2G3 
 
 'T i.s sweet when cloudless snna arise, 
 
 To do, — or not to do, — to have, 
 
 To Jesus, the crown of my hope, 
 
 To prayer, to prayer, for the morning breaks, 
 
 Tread softly, bow the head, 
 
 141 
 68 
 
 212 
 89 
 
 226 
 
 Wait my soul upon the Lord, . 
 Wake now my soul and humbly hear, . 
 Watching through the silent hours, 
 Weak with sickness, faint with care, 
 What are these in bright array, . 
 What, many times I musing asked, is man, 
 What though in lonely grief I sigh, 
 When anxious thoughts the bosom fill, 
 When friend from friend is parting, 
 When human hopes all wither, 
 When I can trust my all with God, 
 When, in the hours of lonely woe, . 
 When languor and disease invade, 
 When life, as opening buds, is sweet, 
 When morning's first and hallowed ray, 
 When restless on my bed I lie, 
 When shall my spirit fly away, 
 When sorrow casts its shade around, 
 When summer decks thy path with flowers. 
 When waves of trouble round me swell, . 
 When the spark of life is waning, 
 Where are ye with whom in life I started, 
 Where burns the fireside brightest, 
 Where high the heavenly temple stands, . 
 Who is the weak believer, who, 
 Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene, 
 Why. when storms around you gather, 
 Within this leaf to every eye, . 
 
 10 
 126 
 
 23 
 
 35 
 
 246 
 
 2 
 
 65 
 100 
 148 
 
 56 
 
 52 
 131 
 111 
 201 
 190 
 
 20 
 209 
 
 67 
 145 
 
 83 
 220 
 241 
 149 
 
 77 
 144 
 
 24 
 
 107 
 
 7 
 
264 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 With tearful eyes I look around, 37 
 
 With years oppressed, with sorrows worn, . . .178 
 
 Wish not, dear friends, my pain away, . . . . 21 
 
 Ye mourning sinners, here disclose, .... 27 
 
 Yes, I do feel, my God, that I am thine, . . . 123 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 A better country, 245 
 
 A father's prayer, 173 
 
 All's well, 247 
 
 A living sacrifice, 143 
 
 A prayer in sickness, 19 
 
 A thought on death, 201 
 
 Affliction sanctified, 46 
 
 Alpha and Omega. 61 
 
 As thou wilt, 63. 64 
 
 Autumnal hymn, 171 
 
 Balm in Gilead 31 
 
 Behold. I was left alone, 241 
 
 Be still, and know that I am God, . . . . 112 
 
 Be of good cheer, 18 
 
 Believing in hope, 144 
 
 Bethesda, 146 
 
 Birth of a child, 172 
 
 By the bed-side of a sick child, 176 
 
 Chastisement, 139 
 
 Chastisement misimproved, 25 
 
266 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Cheerful and sad, 126 
 
 Christ, all-sufficient, 59 
 
 Christ's exhortation, 42 
 
 Christ our example in suffering, 43 
 
 Christ's submission our example, 47 
 
 Christ, our light, 84 
 
 Christ's sympathy with the sufferer, . . . .77 
 
 Christ unchanging, 196 
 
 Clinging to Jesus, 86 
 
 Come unto me, 35, 37 
 
 Committing the soul to the Saviour, . . . .85, 210 
 
 Confidence in God, 101, 106 
 
 Conformity to Christ, 78 
 
 Contemplating Jesus, 57 
 
 Convalescence. 181 
 
 Correction needed, 21 
 
 Crying to God, 30 
 
 Crying to Jesus, 33 
 
 Desiring to depart, 209, 211 
 
 Despairing, yet pleading, 24 
 
 Detained from the sanctuary, 158 
 
 Divine peace, 70 
 
 Empty and fleeting, 194 
 
 Enduring trust, 108 
 
 Evening, . 163 
 
 Evening time, 166 
 
 Extreme sufferings, 73 
 
 Family harmony, 152 
 
 Farewell, 222,249 
 
 First requests, 93 
 
 For a blind person, 250 
 

 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 2G7 
 
 For ever and ever, 253 
 
 For my mother, 177 
 
 Friendship with Christ, 131 
 
 Gethsemane, 40 
 
 God is love, 12, 141 
 
 God my helper, 118 
 
 God never faileth. 1^1 
 
 God near, 122 
 
 Go in peace, 33 
 
 Going to Christ, 9 
 
 Grateful for chastisement, 55 
 
 Grateful for trials, 70 
 
 He whom Christ loves, 13 
 
 Heaven, 232 
 
 Heaven anticipated, 197 
 
 Heavenly rest, 231 
 
 Home, 149 
 
 Hope thou in God, 107 
 
 Hymn at the foot of the cross, 82 
 
 I am like a broken vessel, 127 
 
 I am weary, 208 
 
 I am the resurrection and the life, .... 229 
 
 I would not live alway, 205. 207. 238 
 
 If Christ is mine, 162 
 
 Immortality, 226 
 
 It is the Lord, 52 
 
 Jehovah Rophi, 29 
 
 Jesus lives, 252 
 
 Joy in God, 190 
 
2G8 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Let her depart, 181 
 
 Lifting the soul to God, 97 
 
 Litany to the Saviour, 79 
 
 Litany to the Holy Spirit, SO 
 
 Live for eternity, 255 
 
 Longing to be with Christ, 212 
 
 Longing for God's presence, 95 
 
 Look and live, 28 
 
 Looking unto Jesus, 134 
 
 Lord, and what shall this man do, 113 
 
 Lord, I believe, 123 
 
 Love to Christ, 135 
 
 Meet again, 240 
 
 Meditation, 20 
 
 Mercy supplicated, 15 
 
 Midnight hymn, 168 
 
 Mizpah, 148 
 
 Morning, 170 
 
 My times are in thy hand, 36 
 
 Night, .169 
 
 Not unclothed but clothed upon, 130 
 
 bring me out of my distresses, 142 
 
 Our help and our shield, 102 
 
 Patience, 138 
 
 Patience in affliction, . . . * . . .115 
 
 Peace purchased by sufferings, 44 
 
 Perfect in love, 103 
 
 Pilgrim, is thy journey drear, 13 
 
 Pleading for mercy, 14 
 
 Prayer for the sick, i 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 269 
 
 Prayer for spiritual healing, 48 
 
 Pressing toward heaven, 237 
 
 Presumption and despair, 124 
 
 Rejoice alway, 105 
 
 Relying upon God, 100 
 
 Renouncing the world, 53 
 
 Resting on God, Ill 
 
 Retiring to rest, 185 
 
 Rise and pray, 87 
 
 Saints in heaven. 246 
 
 Saviour of the dying thief, 34 
 
 Sickness blessed, 71 
 
 Sickness regretted on the Sabbath, 155 
 
 Sickness and healing, 167 
 
 Sickness sanctified, 72 
 
 Sleep, 160 
 
 Spiritual healing, 27 
 
 Strength according to the day, 10 
 
 Strength perfect in weakness, Iu9 
 
 Submission, 51 
 
 Submission and succor, 69 
 
 Submission under suffering, 62 
 
 Suffering sanctified, 75 
 
 Suffering with Christ. 137 
 
 Sufficient grace, 60 
 
 Surrender and departure, 219 
 
 Teach me to pray, 92 
 
 Thankful and unthankful, 16 
 
 The aged, 178 
 
 The aged Christian, 228 
 
 The Bible, 151 
 
270 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 The chamber of sickness, ' . 76 
 
 The courts of the Lord, 153 
 
 The dying son, 1 74 
 
 The dying father, 180 
 
 The dying believer, 216 
 
 The dying Christian, 213, 215 
 
 The dying daughter, 224 
 
 The dying infant, 222 
 
 The fountain, 35 
 
 The fountain opened, . { 157 
 
 The fleetness of life, 200 
 
 The family in heaven and earth, 234 
 
 The grave, 242 
 
 The Great Physician, 32, 41 
 
 The head sick, the heart faint, 165 
 
 The heavenly rest, 195 
 
 The invitation, 159, 193 
 
 The inquiry, 191 
 
 . The Lord knows what is best, 2 
 
 The leper, 22 
 
 The mercy-seat, 94 
 
 The mystery of chastisement, . . ... . 7 
 
 The name of Jesus, 154 
 
 The only portion, 120 
 
 The promise, 94 
 
 The presence of God, 96 
 
 The poor man's death-bed, 226 
 
 The refiner's fire, 8 
 
 The resignation, 50 
 
 The rod, 54 
 
 The refuge, 128 
 
 The Saviour's care, 132 
 
 The Saviour's invitation, 39 
 
 The Saviour's sympathy, . . . . . .58 
 
 The Saviour's triumph, 49 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS 
 
 271 
 
 The school of suffering. 
 
 The sick room. 
 
 The sick child to his mother. 
 
 The sleeper. .... 
 
 The stranger and his friend. 
 
 The sufferer looking to Christ, 
 
 The time of the dead. . 
 
 The world to come, . 
 
 The voice of Jesus, 
 
 Things unseen, 
 
 Thou hast been my refuge, . 
 
 Thoughts in affliction, 
 
 Thoughts on eternity, . 
 
 Thy will be done, 
 
 To a dying Christian. . 
 
 To live is Christ, to die is gain, 
 
 To prayer, .... 
 
 Trials a blessing, 
 
 64 
 
 4 
 
 23 
 
 183 
 
 184 
 
 187 
 
 56 
 
 230 
 
 202 
 
 83 
 
 203 
 
 110 
 
 . 103 
 
 235 
 
 65, 66, 67, 68 
 
 248 
 
 . 214 
 
 89 
 
 17 
 
 Via Cruris, via Lucis. 
 
 239 
 
 Waiting for the Lord, 99 
 
 Watch ye, 145 
 
 Weep not for me, 220 
 
 What is life, 199 
 
 Who is alone, 116 
 
 Why am I stricken, 11 
 
 Why weepest thou, 189 
 
 Wilt thou be made whole, 27