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 APPENDIX  OF  HYMNS 
 
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PREFACE 
 
 Cliieh  Starke  Dupuy  was  a  worthy,  pious 
 and  devoted  minister  of  the  Gospel,  in  Kentucky 
 and  Tennessee,  for  many  years — much  respected 
 by  the  Baptist  denomination,  to  which  he  belong- 
 ed, and  by  Christians  generally. 
 
 About  twenty-five  years  since,  he  compiled  the 
 first  edition  of  the  hymn  book  that'  bears  his 
 name,  and  which  has  been  so  widely  circulated 
 and  extensively  known. 
 
 It  has  been  revised  by  the  compiler  twice,  and 
 passed  through  twenty -two  editions.  More  than 
 one  hundred  thousand  copies  have  been  put  into 
 circulation,  chiefly  through  the  western  and  south- 
 ,tm  states. 
 
 The  last  revision  by  Mr.  Dupuy,  was  but  a 
 short  period  before  his  decease,  since  which  twenty- 
 two  large  editions  have  been  issued.  Had  Pro- 
 vidence spared  his  life  a  few  years  longer,  doubt- 
 less another  revision  would  have  been  made  by 
 himself,  adapting  the  book  to  the  advanced  state 
 of  the  churches,  and  the  taste  of  the  religioui 
 public. 
 
 The  reader  will  observe,  the  body  of  the  work 
 herewith  presented,  is  still  that  of  Duput.  The 
 hymns  and  songs  left  out  are  such  only  as  were 
 defective  in  poetry,  or  have  grown  into  disuse. 
 
 In  revising  the  work  of  an  esteemed  minister- 
 ing brother,  who    has   gone    to    his    reward    the 
 
4  PREFACE. 
 
 compiler  did  not  feel  authorized  merely  to  consuli 
 his  own  taste.  His  business  was  not  to  construe'. 
 ii  new  book,  hut  to  revise  an  old  one.  Though 
 Klder  Starke  Dupuy  was  rot  a  learned  man,  yet 
 he  possessed  an  amiable  and  spiritual  mind,  and 
 delighted  much  in  singing  devotional  songs. — 
 Phis  revision  has  been  undertaken  at  the  request 
 <f  the  publishers,  who  own  the  copyright 
 
 In  the  AppExnix  will  be  found  about  seventy 
 hymns  on  special  and  miscellaneous  subjacLs. 
 «ome  of  which  are  original,  and  many  others  are 
 not  to  be  found  in  the  ordinary  compilations  thai 
 circulate  through  the  Western  Valley. 
 
 In  this  selection,  as  in  the  revision  of  Dupuy's 
 nymns,  the  compiler  has  been  governed  by  a  prin- 
 ciple that  in  his  opinion  should  be  applied  to  de- 
 votional hymns.  They  should  never  express  the 
 feelings,  or  be  clothed  in  the  language  of  rebuke, 
 or  denunciation.  The  language  of  devotion  should 
 be  that  of  penitence,  humiHation  and  contrition, 
 or  of  adoration,  thankfulness,  praise,  joy  and  ec- 
 stasy. Hence  many  poetical  compositions  found 
 in  our  hymn  books  are  appropriate  for  reading. 
 but  not  for  devotional  exercise. 
 
 May  the  Great  Head  of  the  Church  bless  this 
 humble  effort  for  the  edification  of  his  sainta,  and 
 the  advancement  of  his  truth.  J.  M.  P. 
 
 Rockspring,  HI. 
 Noyeorber,  1843. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 MORNING  HYMNS. 
 
 BoRKKTT.]     1.    C.  M     A  Morning  Hymu. 
 
 MY  God  was  with  me  all  the  night. 
 And  gave  me  riweet   repose ; 
 My  God  did  watch  e'en  while  I  slept, 
 Or  I  had  never  rose. 
 
 2  What  terrors  have  I  'scaped  this  night, 
 
 Which  have  on  others  fell ! 
 Numbers  have,  doubtless,  slept  their  last 
 Perhaps  have  waked  in  hell! 
 
 3  Sweet  sleep  restores  that  strength  to  m« 
 
 Which  nature  did  devour; 
 My  body  did  in  weakness  rest, 
 But  it  is  raised  in  power. 
 {  Lord,  for  the  mercies  o^"  the  night, 
 My  humble  thanks  I  pay. 
 And  unto  thee  I  dedicate 
 The  first  fruits  of  the  day. 
 5  Let  this  day  praise  thee,  O  my  God, 
 And  so  let  all  my  days ; 
 And  O,  let  my  eternal  day 
 Be  thy  eternal  praise. 
 
 3.    C.  M.     A  Morning  Hymn. 
 npHE  veil  of  night  is  now  withdraw»», 
 -■-    And  day  salutes  our  eyes ; 
 Fatigued  and  spent  we  laid  us  d(  wa, 
 Refresh'd  and  hale  we  -iae 
 
MORNING  HV'MNS. 
 
 Safe  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  arm. 
 
 Securely  we  have  slept, 
 Wliile  he  who  never  sleeps,  from  harm 
 
 Our  senseless  bodies  kept 
 Come,  then,  let's  early  thanks  repay. 
 
 To  him  who  never  sleeps ; 
 He  shades  the  nij^lit,  he  gilds  the  day. 
 
 Our  sleeping  dust  he  keeps. 
 Let's  live  to  him  whose  quick'ning  voice 
 
 A  dying  life  prolongs ; 
 As  daily  he  renews  our  joys, 
 
 Let  us  repeat  our  songs. 
 
 3.     C.  M.     A  Morning  Hymiu 
 
 AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  meet  tlie  day  : 
 Unfold  thy  drowsy  eyes, 
 And  burst  the  pond'rous  chain  that  loada 
 Thy  active   faculties. 
 3  God's  guardian  shield  was  round  me  spread 
 In  my  defenceless   sleep  ; 
 Let  him  have  all   my  waking  hours, 
 Who  doth  my  slumbers  keep. 
 
 3  Pardon,  O  God,  my  former  sloth, 
 
 And  arm  my  soul  with  grace ; 
 As,  rising  now,  I  seal  my  vows 
 To  prosecute  my  ways. 
 
 4  Bright  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
 
 Thy  radiant  beams  display. 
 And  guide  my  dark,  bewilder'd  son! 
 To  everlasting  day. 
 
 4.     L.  M.     A  Morning  Hymn. 
 
 AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  lun 
 Thy  daily  stajre  of  duty  run  ; 
 Shake  ofr  dull  slotii,  and  early  rise. 
 To  pay  the  niornmg  sacrifice. 
 
MORNING  HYMNS.  "i 
 
 2  Glory  to  God,  who  safely  kept, 
 
 Ajid  hath  rcl'resh'd  me  while  I  slept; 
 Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake 
 I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 
 
 3  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart. 
 And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
 VVlio  all  tJie  niglit  unwearied  sing, 
 All  glory  to  the  heavenly  King. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     5.     C.  M.     A  Morning 
 
 ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
 Salutes  thy  waking  eyes ; 
 Once  moi-e,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
 To  him  that  rules  the  skies. 
 
 2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 
 
 The  day  renews  the  sound. 
 Wide  as  the  heaven,  on  which  he  sits 
 To  turn  the  seasons  round. 
 
 3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame; 
 
 My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise; 
 My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame. 
 And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 
 
 4  [On  a  poor  worm  thy  power  might  tread 
 
 And  I  could  ne'er  withstand ; 
 Thy  justice  might  have  crush'd  me  dead. 
 But  mercy  held  thy  hand. 
 
 5  A  thousand  wretched  souls  ore  fled 
 
 Since  the  last  setting  sun, 
 And  yet  thou  lengtli'nest  out  my  thread. 
 
 And  yet  my  moments  run.] 
 t   Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 
 
 Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
 Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline. 
 
 And  brmg  a  pleasant  nigh^ 
 
MORNING  HYMNS. 
 
 Daniel.]    6.     L.  M. 
 
 THIS  morning  let  my  praise  arise 
 To  Him,  who  iJl  my  wants  supplier 
 He  has  preserv'd  me  all  tliis  night, 
 To  see  once  more  the  morning  light 
 
 2  Ten  thousand,  since  the  setting  sun. 
 To  an  eternal  world  have  gone; 
 Ten  thousand  more  on  beds  of  pain, 
 While  I,  in  life  and  health,  remain. 
 
 3  May   I,  this  day,  by  grace  pursue 
 The  work  designed  for  me  to  do ; 
 And,  when  my  work  on  earth  is  done, 
 May  angels  bear  my  spirit  home. 
 
 4  There  to  behold  my  Saviour's  face. 
 And  praise  his  rich,  redeeming  grace, 
 And,  through  a  long  eternity. 
 
 Give  praise  to  the  Eternal  Tliree. 
 
 Watts.]     7.     L.  M. 
 
 GOD  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 
 The  cheerful  smi  makes  haste  to  r^e 
 And,  like  a  giant,  dotli  rejoice 
 
 To  run  his  journey  tlirough  the  skies 
 
 2  Oh  I  like  the  sun,  may  I  fulfil 
 
 Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day, 
 With  ready  mind  and  active  will, 
 
 March  on  and  keep  my  heavenly  way 
 
 3  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide, 
 
 And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss; 
 All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 
 
 Are  faint  and  cold,  compared  >x\th  this 
 
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 EVENING  HYMNS. 
 
 Watts.]     8.     L.  M. 
 
 A  Song  for  Morning  or  Evening. 
 
 Y  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 
 Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new; 
 And  morning  mercies  from  above 
 Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 
 5J  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night 
 Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours 
 Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
 And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powere. 
 3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command; 
 To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
 Perpetual  blessii\gs,  from  thy  hand. 
 Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 
 
 EVENING  HYMNS. 
 
 9.     S.  M.     An  Evening  Hymn. 
 
 raiHE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
 -■-    The  evening  shades  appear; 
 O,  may  we  all  remember  well, 
 The  night  of  death  is  near. 
 
 2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 
 
 Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
 So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
 Of  w^hat  we  now  possess. 
 
 3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night. 
 
 Secure  trora  all  our  fears, 
 
 Beneath  the  pinions  of  thy  love, 
 
 Till  morning  light  appears. 
 
 4  And  when  we  early  rise, 
 
 And  view  th*  mawearied  sun, 
 May  we  set  out  to  win  the  priae^ 
 And  after  glory  run. 
 
10  EVKiMNG  lIYMNfe. 
 
 5  And  when  our  days  arc  past. 
 And  vvc  from  time  remove, 
 O,  ma)    V  c  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
 Tlie  bosom  of  tliy  love. 
 
 10.     C.  M.     An  Ev,'mng  Hymn. 
 TVTOVV,  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts, 
 ^^    Let  warmest  tlianks  arise; 
 Assist  us,  Lord,  to  otFer  up 
 An  evening  sacrifice. 
 
 2  This  day  God  was  our  sun  and  shield 
 
 Our  keeper  and  our  g-uide  ; 
 His  care  was  on  our  weakness  shown, 
 Ilis  mercies  multiplied. 
 
 3  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied, 
 
 Have  made   up  all  tliis  day  ; 
 Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
 More  swift  and  free  than  tliey. 
 
 4  New  time,  new  favours,  and  new  joys. 
 
 Do  a  new  song  require — 
 Till  I  shall  praise  thee  as  I  would, 
 Accept  my  heart's  desire. 
 
 WfliTf..]     11.    CM.     Hymn ftir family  uctttuf 
 
 OL()RD,  another  day  is  flown, 
 And   we,  a  lonely   l>and, 
 Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne. 
 To  bless  thy  fostering  hand. 
 8  And  wilt  thou  bend  a  listening  ear. 
 To  praises  low  as  ours ! 
 Thou  will,  for  thou  dost  love  to  hear 
 The  song  which  meekness  pours. 
 S   Ami,  Jesus,  thou  thy  smiles  wdt  deign, 
 As  we  before  thee  pray. 
 For  thou  didst  bless  tlie  infant  trmin. 
 A.ud  we  are  lesa  tlian  the  v. 
 
EVENING  HYMNS.  1 1 
 
 O,  lei  thy  grace  perform  its  part, 
 
 And  let  contention  cease; 
 And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart 
 
 Thine  everlasting  peace. 
 
 12,     L  M      An  Evening  Hymn. 
 
 GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night. 
 For  all  the  blcssuigs  of  the  light; 
 Keep  me,  O  keep  me.  King  of  kings. 
 Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 
 
 2  Forgive  me.  Lord,  for  rhy  dear  Son, 
 The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done , 
 That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
 I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 
 
 3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
 The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed : 
 Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
 Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 
 
 4  O,  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose ! 
 
 And  may  sweet  sleep  my  eye-lids  close ; 
 Sleep,  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make. 
 To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 
 
 5  If  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 
 
 My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply  ; 
 Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
 No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 
 Praise  God,  &c. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     13.    C.  M.    An  Evening  Song 
 
 DREAD  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  sonj; 
 Like  holy  incense,  rise ;     * 
 Assist  the  offerings  of  my  tongue, 
 To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 
 i  Through  all  the  dangers  of  tlie  day. 
 Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard; 
 
6  PROVIDENCE. 
 
 And  still,  to  drive  my  wants  awa> 
 Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 
 
 3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above. 
 
 Encompass  me  aromid  ; 
 But  O,  how  few  returns  of  love 
 Hath  my  Creator  found. 
 
 4  What  have  I  done  for  him  that  died 
 
 To  save  my  wretclied  soul  ? 
 How  are  my  follies  multiplied, 
 Fast  as  my  minutes  roll ! 
 
 5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine. 
 
 To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee. 
 And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
 To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 
 
 6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  purd'ning  blooc 
 
 I  lay  me  down  to  rest. 
 As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
 Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 
 
 PROVIDENCE. 
 
 Addison.]     14.    C.  M. 
 Providential  mercies  reviewed.  Ps.  ciii.  1.  5. 
 
 WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God. 
 My  rising  soul  surveys  ; 
 Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
 In  wonder,  love  and  praise. 
 'i  Unnumber'd  comforts  to  my  soul 
 Thy  tender  care  bestow'd. 
 Before  my  infa.it  heart  conceiv'd 
 Froin  whom  those  comforts  flow'd. 
 3  When  in  tiie  slippery  paths  of  youth 
 Witli  headless  steps  I  ran. 
 Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe 
 And  led  me  up  to  man. 
 
GOD.  IS 
 
 4  Through  every  period  of  my  life 
 
 Thy  g-oodness  I'll  pursue, 
 And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds^ 
 The  pleasing  theme  renew. 
 
 5  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 
 
 A  grateful  song  I'll  raise: 
 But,  O  !  Eternity 's  too  short 
 To  utter  all  thy  praise. 
 
 GOD. 
 
 Williams's  Psalms.]     15.     L.  M. 
 
 The  unity  of  God.    Deut.  vi.  4. 
 
 ETERNAL  God!  Ahnighty  Cause 
 Of  earth,  and  seas,  and  worlds  unknown 
 All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws, 
 All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 
 •2  Thy  glorious  being  singly  stands. 
 Of  all  within  itself  possest ; 
 ControU'd  by  none  are  thy  commands, 
 Thou  from  thyself  alone  art  blest. 
 
 3  To  thee  alone  ourselves  we  owe, 
 
 Let  heaven  and  earth  due  homage  pay ; 
 
 All  other  gods  we  disavow, 
 
 Deny  their  claims,  renounce  their  sway. 
 
 4  Spread  thy  great  name  thro'  heathen  lands 
 Their  idol-deities  dethrone  ; 
 
 Reduce  the  world  to  thy  commands, 
 \nd  reign,  as  thou  art  God  alone. 
 
 leriTM. 
 
 The  spirituality  of  God.    John  iv.  24. 
 
 THOU  art,  O  God !  a  spirit  pure, 
 Invisible  to  mortal  eyes; 
 Th'  immortal  and  th'  eternal  King, 
 The  great,  the  good,  \hc  onlv  wise. 
 
1  ♦  GOD. 
 
 2  Whilst  nature  chang-es,  and  her  works 
 Corrupt,  decay,  dissolve  and  die; 
 Tliy  essence  pare,  no  chang^e  shall  see, 
 Secure  of  immortality. 
 
 TJiou  g^roat  Invisible  !   what  hand 
 Cjin  draw  thy   imag-c,  sjKjtless  fair  ? 
 
 To  v/hat  in  heaven,  to  what  on  earth. 
 Can  men  th'  immortal  King  compare  ' 
 
 4  Let  stu[  id  heathens  frame  tlieir  gods 
 
 Of  gold  and  silver,  wood  and  stone ; 
 Ours  is  the  God  that  made  the  heavens. 
 Jehovah  Ae,  and  God  alone. 
 
 5  My  soul,  thy  purest  homage  pay. 
 
 In  truth  and  spirit  him  adore; 
 More  shall  this  please  tlian  sacrifice, 
 Than  outward  forms,  delight  iiim  more 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     17.     C.  M.     God's  Eternity. 
 
 RISE,  r' sc,  my  soul,  and  leave  the  ground 
 Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, 
 .\nd  rouse  up  every  tuneful  sound, 
 To  praise  th'  eternal  God. 
 
 Q  Long  ere  the  lofty  skies  were  spread, 
 Jehovah   fiUM  his  throne, 
 Or  Adam  form'd,  or  Angels  made, 
 The  Maker  liv'd  alone. 
 
 3  His  boundless  years  can  ne'er  decreaae. 
 But  still  maintain   their  prime ; 
 Eternity''^  his  dwelling  place, 
 Ajid  eter  is  his  time. 
 
 I  Whi'e  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flaw, 
 The  present  and  tJie  past, 
 He  fills  his  own  immortal  now 
 And  sees  nur  ages  waste. 
 
GOD  l^ 
 
 The  eea  and  sky  must  perish  too, 
 
 And  vast  destruction  come ; 
 Tlie  creatures — look  I   how  old  they  prow. 
 
 And  wait  their  fiery  doom. 
 
 Well,  let  the  sea  shrink  all  awa}' 
 And  flame  melt  down  the  skiep , 
 
 My  Ciod  shall  live  in  endless  day, 
 When  th'  old  creation  dies. 
 
 Watts.]     1§.     C.  M. 
 The  divine  glories  above  our  reason. 
 
 HOW  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright 
 Must  our  Creator  be, 
 Who  dwells  amidst  the  dazzling  light 
 Of  vast  infinity  ! 
 2  Our  soaring  spirits  upward  rise 
 Towards  the  celestial   throne  ; 
 Fain  would  we  see  the  blessed  Three 
 And  the  Almighty  One. 
 -^  Our  reason  stretches  all  its  wings, 
 And  climbs  above  the  skies , 
 But  still,  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
 Our  grov'IHng  reason  lies! 
 
 4  [Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  souls. 
 
 And  awfully  adore ; 
 For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  minds 
 Can  stretch  a  thought  no  more.] 
 
 5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rise 
 
 Above  our  lab'ring  tongixe ; 
 In  vain  the  highest  seraph  tries 
 To  form  an  equnl  song. 
 
 6  [In  humble  notes  rur  faith  adores 
 
 The  great  myste  ious  King, 
 While  angels  strain  their  nobler  powers. 
 And  sweep  *h'  immortal  string.] 
 
10  GOD 
 
 19.     L.  M. 
 
 1^  •vng  of  praise  to  the  ever  blesaea  TVinily,  Go4 
 the  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Spirit. 
 FJLESS'D  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 
 -■-'  To  wliose  celestial  source  we  owe 
 Rivers  of  endless  joys  above, 
 And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 
 
 i  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God, 
 
 From  whose  dear  womided  body  roUn 
 A  precious  stream  of  vital  blood, 
 Pardon  and  life  for  dying  souls. 
 
 3  We  give  thee.  Sacred  Spirit,  praise, 
 
 Who,  in  our  hearts  of  sin  and  woe, 
 Makes  living  streams  of  grace  arise, 
 And  into  boundless  glory  flow. 
 
 4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
 
 And  God  the  Spirit  we  adore, 
 
 That  sea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
 
 Without  a  bottom  or  a  shore. 
 
 Watts.]     20.     L.  M. 
 God  supreme  and  self-sufficient. 
 
 WHAT  is  our  God,  and  what  his  name. 
 Nor  men  can  learn,  nor  angels  teach 
 He  dwells  conceal'd  in  radiant  flame. 
 Where  neither  eyes  nor  thought  cm  reach 
 
 '''he  spacious  worlds  of  heav'nly  light 
 Oompar'd  with  him  how  short  they  fiix. 
 
 They  are  too  dark,  and  he  too  bright, 
 Nothing  are  they,  and  God  is  all. 
 
 Yf  ppoke  the  wondrous  word,   and  k 
 
 Creation  rose  at  his  command : 
 Whirlwinds  and  seas  their  limits  know, 
 Pound  in   thp   hnllov  ".f  hip  hand 
 
GOD.  1 
 
 4  There  rests  the  earth;  there  roll  the  sphere^ 
 
 There  nature  leans,  and  feels  lier  prop 
 But  his  own  selt-sulHcience  bears 
 The  vveijrht  of  his  own  glories  up 
 
 5  The  tide  of  creatures  ebbs  and   flows, 
 
 Meas'ring  their  changes  b/  tlie  moon 
 No  ebb  his  sea  of  glory  knows ; 
 His  age  is  one  eternal  noon. 
 
 6  Then  fly,  my  song,  an  endless  round 
 
 The  iotly  tune  let  Gabriel  raise ; 
 All  nature  dwell  upon   the  sound  ; 
 But  we  can  ne'er  fulfil  the  praise. 
 
 Watts.]     21.     C.  M.     Infinity, 
 
 fl^HY  names,  how  infinite  they  be  ! 
 -■-    Great,  everlasting  One  I 
 Boundless  thy  might  and  majesty, 
 
 And  unconfin'd  thy  throne. 
 '2  Thy  glories  shine,  of  wondrous  size. 
 
 And  wondrous  large  thy  grace; 
 Immortal  day  breaks  from  thine  eyes. 
 
 And  Gabriel  veils  his  face. 
 3  Thine  essence  is  a  vast  abyss, 
 
 Whicli  angels  cannot  sound ; 
 An  ocean  of  infinities, 
 
 Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd 
 The  mv^t'rics  of  creation  lie 
 
 liunealli  enlighten'd  minds , 
 Thoughts  can  ascend  above  the  sky. 
 
 And  fly  before  the  wmds. 
 *    Reason  may  grasp  th«i  massiy  hills, 
 
 And  stretch  from  pole  to  pole; 
 But  half  thy  name  our  spirit  fills, 
 
 And  overloads  our  soul. 
 
18  GOD. 
 
 h  In  vair  our  haughty  reason  swella. 
 For  nolhinor  's  found  in  thee 
 But  boundless  inconceivables, 
 And  vast  eternity. 
 
 Watts.]     22.     L.  M. 
 
 God  exalted  above  all  praise. 
 "EXTERNAL  power  I  wliose  high  abode 
 -*-^  Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God  : 
 Infinite  length,  beyond  the  bounds 
 Where  stars  revolve  their  little  round*. 
 
 2  The  lowest  step  about  thy  seat 
 Rises  too  high  for  Gabriel's  feet ; 
 In  vain  the  tallest     angel  tries 
 
 To  reach  tlie  height  with  wond'ring  eyes 
 
 3  Lord,  what  shall  enrth  and  ashes  do  ? 
 We  would  adore  '  ur  maker  too : 
 From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
 The  Great,  the  Holy,  and  the  Higii. 
 
 4  Earth,  from  afar,  has  heard  tliy  fame, 
 And  worms  have  learn'd  to  lisp  tliy  Name 
 But,  O,  the  glories  of  thy  Mind 
 
 Leave  all  our  soaring  tlioughts  behind  ; 
 
 5  God  is  in  heaven,  but  man  below ; 
 
 Be  short  our  tunes ;  our  words  be  few  ; 
 A  sacred  reverence  checks  our  songs, 
 And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 
 
 S.  Stennett.]    23.    C.  M. 
 Mercy  and  truth  met  together.  Ps.  Lxxxv.  10 
 
 WHEN  first  the  God  of  boundless  grmok 
 Disclos'd  his  kind  design 
 T'j  rescue  our  apostate  race 
 Frora  mis'ry,  shame  and  sin. 
 
GOD.  19 
 
 S  Quick  tlirough  the  realms  of  light  and  bliss 
 The  gospel  tidings  ran; 
 Each  heart  exulted  at  the  news 
 That  God  would   dwell  with  man 
 
 3  Yet,  midst  their  joys,  they  paus'd  awhile. 
 
 And  ask'd,  with  strange  surprise, 
 '  But,  how  can  injured  Justice  smile, 
 '  Or  look  with  pitying  eyes  ? 
 
 4  ['Will  the  Almighty  deign  again 
 
 '  To  visit  yonder  world, 
 •And  hither  bring  rebellious  men, 
 '  Whence  rebels  once  were  hurl'd  ? 
 
 5  'Their  tears  and  groans  and  deep  distres* 
 
 '  Aloud  for  mercy  call ; 
 '  But,  ah !  must  truth  and  righteousness 
 '  To  mercy,  victims  fall  V 
 
 6  So  spake  the  friends  of  God  and  man, 
 
 Delighted,  yet  surpris'd, 
 Eager  to  know  the  wondrous  plan 
 That  wisdom  had  devis'd.] 
 
 «   The  son  of  God,  attentive,  heard. 
 And  quickly  thus  replied ; 
 '  In  me  let  mercy  be  reviv'd, 
 '  And  justice  satisfied. 
 
 8  'Behold,  my  vital  blood  I  pour, 
 '  A  sacrifice  to  God ; 
 ♦Let  angry  justice  now,  no  more 
 '  Demand  the  sinner's  blood.' 
 
 •  He  spake;  and  heaven's  high  arches  rung 
 With  shouts  of  loud  applause ; 
 ♦  He  died  !'  the  fi-iendly  angels  sung 
 Nor  cease  their  rapt  rous  joys. 
 
20  CKEA'nON. 
 
 CREATION. 
 
 Nekomam.]     '24,     L.  M. 
 
 A  summary  view  of  the  Creation.   Gen.  L 
 
 LOOIv  up,  yc  saints,  direct  your  eye«. 
 To  liiin   wlio  dwells  above  the  skie«" 
 Will)  your  ^rlad  notes,  his  praise  rciicars' 
 Who  forin'd  the  mighty  universe. 
 He  spoke,  and  from  the  womb  of  night. 
 At  onee  sprung  up  the  cheering  ligiit; 
 Him  discord  heard,  and  at  his  nod, 
 Beauty  awoke,  and  praise'd  the  God. 
 The  word  he  gave,  tli'  obedient  sun 
 Began  his  glorious  race  to  run; 
 Nor  silver  moon,  nor  stars  delay. 
 To  glide  along  th'  ethereal  way. 
 Teeming  with  life,  air,  earth,  and  sea. 
 Obey  th'  Almighty's  high  decree; 
 To  every  tribe,  he  gives  their  food, 
 Then  s|)caks  the  whole  divinely  good. 
 But  to  complete  the  wondrous  plan, 
 From  earth  and  dust  he  fashion'd  man  • 
 In   m;;n  tlic  last,  in  him  the  best. 
 The   Maker's  image  stands  confess'd. 
 Lord,  while  thy  glorious  works  I  view 
 Form  thou  my  heart  and  soul  anew ; 
 Here  bid  thy  purest  light  to  shine, 
 And  beauty  glow  with  elvirns  divine. 
 
 Dr.  f>»  DDK  IDG  K.J     25.     L.  M. 
 GofPs  c^uodncss  tu  the  Children  of  Men. 
 
 YK  Sims  of  Men,  with  jny  .Tort* 
 The   various  wonders  of  the  Ijoro, 
 And   lei  his  power  and  go<)driess  soimd, 
 Tbro'  all  your  tribes  tlie  world  around. 
 
THE  FALL.  21 
 
 2  Let  the  high  heavens  your  songs  invite 
 Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light, 
 Where  sun  and  moon  and  planets  roll, 
 And  stars  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 
 
 i  But  O,  tliat  brighter  world  above! 
 Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  love  ! 
 (iod's  only  Son,  in  liesh  array'd, 
 For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made ! 
 
 i  Thither,  my  soul,  in  rapture  soar, 
 There  in  the  lan<l  of  praise  adore ; 
 The  tlieme  demands  an  angel's  lay, 
 Demands  an  everlasting  day. 
 
 THE  FALL. 
 
 Dr.  Watts'  Lyric  Poems.     26.     L.  M. 
 Original  sin,  or  the  Jirst  and  second  Adam 
 
 ADAM,  our  father  and  our  head, 
 Transgress'd,  and  justice  doom'd  us  dead 
 The  fiery  law  speaks  all  despair, 
 There 's  no  reprieve  nor  pardon  there. 
 
 2  Call  a  bright  council  in  the  skies ; 
 Seraphs  the  mighty  and  the  wise, 
 Speak,  are  you  strong  to  bear  the  load. 
 The  weighty  vengeance  of  a  GOD  ? 
 
 3  In  vain  we  ask,  for  all  around 
 
 Stand  silent  tlirough  the  heavenly  ground, 
 There 's  not  a  glorious  mind   above, 
 Has  half  the  strength,  or  half  the  love 
 
 4  Bat  O I  unmeasurable  grace  ! 
 
 Th'  eternal  Son  takes  Adam's  place ; 
 Down  to  our  world  the  Saviour  flies, 
 Stretches  his  arms,  and  bleeds  and  die* 
 
 5  Arnazino-  icork !  look  down,  ye  skies. 
 Wonder  and  gaze  with  all  your  eyes, 
 Ye  saints  below  and  saints  above, 
 
 \]1  how  to  this  mysterious  love- 
 
a  The  fall. 
 
 Dr.  Doudriugk.]     27.     L.  M. 
 
 The  affects  of  the  Fall  lamented.     Psalm  cxia 
 
 136—158. 
 
 ARISE,  my  tcnderest  thouja^hts,  arise  ; 
 To  torrents  melt  my  streaming  eych 
 And  thou,  my  heart,  with  anguish  feci 
 Those  evils  which  tiiou  canst  not  heal 
 
 1  See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame  ; 
 See  scandals  pour'd  on  Jesus'*  name 
 The  Father  wounded  through  the  Son 
 The  world  abused ;  the  soul  undone. 
 
 i  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight, 
 Closing  in  everlasting  nigiit ; 
 In  flames  that  no  abatement  know. 
 Though  briny  tears  for  ever  flow. 
 
 4  My  Goo,  I  feel  the  mournful  scene ; 
 My  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men  ; 
 And   fain  my  pity  would  reclaim, 
 
 And  snatch  the  firebrands  from  the  flame 
 
 5  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 
 
 And  can  but  weep  wiicre  most  it  loves  ; 
 Thy  own  all-saving  arm  employ, 
 And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     2§.     L.  M. 
 Vhe  fall  and  recovery  of  man;   or,  Christ  and  So 
 tan  at  enmity.     Gen.  iii.  1,  1.5,  17,  Gal.  iv.  4 
 Col.  ii.  15. 
 
 ECEIV'D  by  subtle  srares  ol  hell, 
 Adam,  our  head,  our  fither,  fell. 
 When  Satan,  in  the  ser[»ent  hid, 
 Propos'J  the  fruit  that  (Jod  forbid. 
 
 2  Death  was  the  threat'ning ;   Death  began 
 To  take  possession  of  tlie  man  ; 
 
 His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
 And  he  aw  cur-ses  smote  tlie  grouiit!. 
 
 D 
 
fHE  FALL.  22 
 
 8  But  Satan  found  a  worse  reward; 
 Thus  saith  the  vengeance  of  the  Loid, 
 *  Let  everlasting  hatred  be 
 
 '  Betwixt  the  woman's  seed  and  thee. 
 4  'The  woman's  seed  shall  be  my  Son; 
 •He  shall  destroy  what  them  hast  done; 
 'Shall  break  thy  head,  and  only  feel 
 •Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel.' 
 
 9  [He  spake;  and  bid  four  thousand  years 
 Roll  on: — at  length  his  Son  appears; 
 Angels  with  joy  descend  to  earth, 
 
 And  sing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 
 i  Lo,  by  the  sons  of  hell  he  dies; 
 But  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  skies. 
 He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
 And  triumph'd  o'er  the  powers  below. 
 
 Watts.]     29.     First  Pabt.     O.  M. 
 
 I  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charmg, 
 I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath; 
 The  serpent  takes  a  thousand  forms, 
 To  cheat  our  souls  to  death. 
 
 IB  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams. 
 Or  kills  with  slavish  fear; 
 And  holds  us  still  in  wide  extremes. 
 Presumption  or  despair. 
 
 t  He  tells  the  aged,  'They  must  die  I 
 'And  'tis  too  late  to  pray; 
 *In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
 'For  they  have  lost  their  day.' 
 1  Thus  he  supports  his  cruel  throne, 
 By  mischief  and  deceit. 
 And  drags  the  sons  of  Adam  down 
 To  darkness  and  th)  pit 
 
24  INCARNATION  OF  CHKIST. 
 
 ft   Almighty  God,  cut  short  his  power, 
 Let  him  in  darkness  dwell; 
 And  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more. 
 Confine  hnn  down   to  hell. 
 
 Waits.]      tJ9.     Secom)   Paut. 
 ■TT7"HaT  mortal   pow'r,  from  things  unrf* 
 
 »  V      Can   pure  productions  bring  ] 
 VV^ho  can  conniiand  a  vital  stream 
 From   an  infected  spring  1 
 3   Vet,  mighty  God,  thy  wondrous  love 
 Can   make  our  nature  clean, 
 While  Christ  and  grace  prevail  above 
 The  tempter,  death,  and  sin. 
 i  The  second  Adam  shall  restore 
 The  ruins  of  the  first: 
 Hosanna  to  that  sovereign  power 
 That  new  creates  our  dust ! 
 
 INCARNATION  OF  CHRIST 
 
 Medley.]     30.     C.  M. 
 I'he  iiicarnafioii  of  Christ.     TiUke  i.    14. 
 
 MORTALS,  awake!  with  angels  join 
 And  chant  the  solemn  lay; 
 .loy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 
 
 To  iiail  th'  auspicious  day. 
 In  ht-aven  the  raj)turous  song  began, 
 
 And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
 Through  all  the  shining  regions  ran, 
 
 And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre 
 Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  ii  flew. 
 
 And   loud   the  echo  roll'd; 
 The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy   was  new 
 
 'Twas  niDre  than  heaven  could  hold 
 Down  through  the    portals  of  the  sky, 
 
 Tl)'  urpetuous  torrent  ran; 
 
IJNCARJNATIO.N  OF  CHRIS!  :4h 
 
 And  angels  flow  with  eager  joy ; 
 To  bear  the  news  to  man. 
 5  [Wrapt  in  the  silence  of  the  night, 
 Lay  all  the  eastern  world, 
 When  bursting,  glorious,  heavenly  hgii. 
 The  wondrous  scene  unfurPd.J 
 I-   Hark  I  the  cherubic  armies  shout. 
 And  glory  leads  the  song  ; 
 Goo»i-will  and  peace  are  heard  tliroughoui 
 Th'  harmonious  heavenly  tlu'ong. 
 7  [O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  love, 
 Onr  hearts  and  songs  to  r.iise. 
 Sweetly  to  bear  our  souls  above. 
 And  mingle  with  our  lays  I] 
 H  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 
 "(Jlory  to  God  on   high; 
 "Good- will  and  peace  are  now  compJetr 
 "  Jesus  was  born  to  die.  " 
 y   Hail,  Prince  of  Life,  for  ever  hail  I 
 Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend  I 
 Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life,  should    fail 
 Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 
 
 31.     The  song  of  the  An'gkls.     7s 
 
 HARK,  the  herald  angels  sing, 
 "Glory  to  the  new-born   King. 
 
 "  Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
 
 "  God  and  sinners  reccncil'd. " 
 •2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
 
 Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies ; 
 
 Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace. 
 
 Hail  the  Son  of  Righteousness. 
 3  (Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by. 
 
 Born,  that  man  no  more  might  die , 
 
 Born  tu  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 
 
 Rom  to  give  them  second  birth.'i 
 
>f\  INCAlliNATIO.N  OF  CHRISrr. 
 
 4  Cotiic,  desire  of  nations,  come. 
 Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home  ; 
 Rise,  the  woman's  [)roniis'd    seed, 
 Bruise  in  us  the  serpent's  head. 
 
 5  Glory  to  the  new-born   King, 
 TjcI   us  all  the  antliem  sing, 
 
 "  Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
 "  God  and  sinners  reconcil'd. " 
 
 Steelk.J     32.     C.  M. 
 
 The  Incarnation.     John  i.  14. 
 
 AWAKE,  awake  the  sacred  song 
 To  our  incarnate  Lord  : 
 Let  cv'ry  heart  and   cv'ry  tongue 
 Adore  th'  eternal  Word. 
 ■J  Tliat   awful  W^ord,  that  sovereign  pow' 
 Ry  whom  tlie  worlds  were  made 
 (C),  happy  morn  I  illustrious  hour  !) 
 Was  once  in  flesh  array'd. 
 i  Then  shone  almiglity  power  and  love 
 In  all  their  glorious  forms, 
 When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above 
 To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 
 
 4  To  dwell  with   misery  below 
 
 The  Saviour  left  tlie  skies. 
 And  sank  to  wretchedness  and  woe 
 That  worthless  man  might  rise. 
 
 5  Adoring  angels  tun'd  their  songs, 
 
 To  hail  the  joyful  day; 
 With  rapttirc,  then,  let  mortal  tonguet 
 Their  grateful  tribute  pay. 
 if  What  glory,  F^ord,  to  thee  is  due! 
 With  wonder  we  adore  ; 
 But,  could  we  sing  as  angels  do, 
 r  ir  highest  praise  were  p<x)r 
 
THE  UFE  OF  CHRISI'.  27 
 
 33.     L.  M. 
 
 Song  of  the  angels  at  the  birth  oj  Christ, 
 Luke  ii.  13,  14. 
 
 HARK  the  melodious,  heavenly  song, 
 Bursting-  from  g^lory  rolls  along 
 Down  to  my  joy-enraptur'd  heart ; 
 Celestial  choirs  the  notes  impart. 
 i  '  Glory  on  high,'  they  sing,  '  to  God, 
 '  And  peace  on  earth,'  they  sound  abroad, 
 '  Good-will  to  men  ;'    they  loud  proclaim, 
 '  Tlirough  an  Incarnate  Saviour's  name ' 
 
 3  My  soul,  arise  and  join  this  host, 
 Blest  song,  blest  tidings  to  the  lost ; 
 With  angel  bands  aloud  proclaim 
 
 '  The  Saviour 's  born  in  Bethlehem.' 
 
 4  fiCt  the  glad  tidings  echo  round  : 
 Hxtend  from  earth  to  heav'n  the  sound, 
 Hail  I  the  blest  day,  when  Christ  came  dowr 
 To  make  his  love  to  mortals  known. 
 
 5  Sing  of  his  love  in  sweetest  strains  ; 
 Tell  the  whole  world  our  Jesus  reigns. 
 '  Good-will,  and  peace,  and  glory,'  sing, 
 
 '  To  Christ,  our  Saviour,  God  and  King 
 
 THE  LIFE  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]    34.    L.  M. 
 
 The  example  oj  Christ. 
 
 l^rY  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  ! 
 -*•*-*■   I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word; 
 But  in  thy  life  the  law  api)ears, 
 Dra'.vn  out  in  living  characters. 
 Such  v.as  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeeJ, 
 Such  def're  icc  to  thy  Father's  will. 
 
J  rHE  DEATfl  OF  CHRIST 
 
 Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 
 
 I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine 
 
 3  ('old  mountains  and  the  midniglit  air, 
 Witncss'd  the  fervour  of  thy  prayer, 
 The  desert   thy  temptations   knew, 
 Thy  conllict,  and  tliy  vict'ry  too. 
 
 1  Be  tliou  my  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
 More  of  thy  gracious  image  here ; 
 Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  nanit 
 Amongst  the  foUow'rs  of  the  Iamb. 
 
 THE  DEATH  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 Whitfield's  Collectio.v.]     35.     L.  M. 
 Behold  the  man.    Job  xix. 
 
 YE  that  pass  by,  behold  the  man. 
 The  man  of  grief,  condcmn'd  for  you 
 The  Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain, 
 Weeping,  to  Calvary  pursue. 
 
 2  Hiv  sacred  limbs  thoy  stretch,  they  tear . 
 With  nails  they  fasten  to  the  wood 
 
 His  sacred  limbs,  expos'd  and  bare, 
 Or  only  cover'd  with   iiis  blood. 
 
 3  See  there  I  his  temples  crown'd  with  thoriift 
 His  bleeding  h;inds  extended  wide. 
 
 His  streaming  feet  transfix'd  and  torn, 
 The  fountain  gusliing  from  his  side. 
 
 i  Thou  dear,  thou  suffering  Son  of  God, 
 How  does  thy  heart  to  sinners  move  I 
 Sprinkle  on   us  thy   precious  blood. 
 And  melt  us  with  tjiy  dying  love. 
 
 5  The  earth  could  to  her  centre  quake, 
 Convuls'd  when   her  Creatf/f  «flcd: 
 O,  may  our  inmost  nature    nake. 
 And  bow  with  Jesus  cruciiied! 
 
THK  DEATH  OF  CHRIS1\  29 
 
 6  At  thy  last  gasp,  the  graves  d  is  play  M 
 Their  liorrors  to  the  u|)per  skies; 
 O,  tliat  our  souls  might  burst    the  shade. 
 And  quicken'd  by  the  deatli  arise  I 
 
 (  The  rocks  could  Iccl  tJiy  powerful  death 
 And  tremble  and  asunder  part; 
 O,  rend  with  thy  e.\j)iring  breath 
 The  harder  marble  of  our  heart. 
 
 Dr.  S.  Stennett.]     30.     C.  M. 
 The  attraction  of  the  Cross.   John  xii.  3,  2. 
 
 YONDER— amazing  sight  I— I  see 
 Th.'  Incarnate  Son  of  God 
 Expiring  on  the  accursed  tree, 
 And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 
 }■   Behold  a  purple  torrent  run, 
 
 Down  from  his  hands  and  head; 
 The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun, 
 His  groans  awake  the  dead. 
 
 3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darkened  sky 
 
 Proclaim  the  truth  aloud ; 
 And  with  the  amaz'd    centurion  cry, 
 '  This  is  the  son  of  God.' 
 
 4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice, 
 
 May  well  my  hopes  revive ; 
 If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies 
 The  sinner  sure  may  live.  * 
 
 ^  O,  that  these  cords  of  love  divine, 
 Might  draw  me,  T/ord,  to  ijicc! 
 laou  hast  iny  heart,  it  shall  be  thino- 
 Thine  it  shall  over  be  I 
 
 i  ATT«.]     37.     S.  M.     i»a.liii.  6.  II 
 
 LIKE  sheep  we  went  astray, 
 And   broke  the  t\)ld  of  God, 
 Each  wand'ring  in  a  dli'rent  way. 
 Bui  all  the  downward  roa<i 
 
80  THE  DEATH  OF  (.  HKIST. 
 
 2  How  dreaulftil  was  the  hoar 
 
 When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 
 And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
 Upon  the  Shepherd's  head. 
 
 3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 
 
 When  Christ  sustain'd  the  stroke! 
 His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
 A  ransom  for  the  flock. 
 Watts.]     37.    L.  M.     Psalm  69. 
 Skcoxd  Part. 
 
 DEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
 The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord ; 
 Behold  the  rising  billows  roll 
 To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul. 
 
 2  In  long  complaints  he  spends  his  breath, 
 While  hosts  of  hell,  and  powers  of  deaths 
 And  all  the  sons  of  malice  join 
 
 To  execute  their  curst  design. 
 
 3  Vet,  gracious  God,  thy  power  and  love, 
 Has  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove; 
 Those  dreadful  suiTrings  of  thy  Son 
 \ton'd  for  crimes  that  we  had  done. 
 
 %  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
 The  honours  of  thy  law  restor'd : 
 His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  known, 
 And  paid  ^or  follies  not  his  own. 
 
 6  Oh!  for  hi?  sake  our  guilt  forgive. 
 And  let  the  mourning  sinner  Uve: 
 The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  nis  name, 
 Nor  shall  our  hope  be  tum'd  to  shame. 
 
 Watts.]     38.     C.  M. 
 frcdli/  sorrows  arising  frojn  the  sufferings  of  Chris 
 
 ALAS !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed ! 
 Ai«d  did  mv  Sovereign  die! 
 
THE  DEATH  OF  CHRIST.  3) 
 
 Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
 
 For  such  a  worm  as  11 
 
 [Thy  body  slain,  sweet  Jesus,  thiiie. 
 
 And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 
 While,  all  cxpos'd  to  wrath  divme, 
 
 The  glorious  suff'rer  stood!] 
 VV^as  it  for  crimes,  that  I  had  5one, 
 
 He  groan'd  upon  the  tree? 
 Amazing  pity !  grace  unknown ! 
 
 And  love  beyond  degree! 
 
 Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
 
 And  shut  his  glories  in, 
 When  Christ  the  mighty  Saviour  died 
 
 For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 
 
 Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 
 
 While  his  dear  cross  apears: 
 Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
 
 And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 
 
 But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
 
 The  debt  of  love  I  owe; 
 .4 ere,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
 
 'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 
 
 39.    P.  M. 
 
 Hearts  of  stone. 
 
 HEARTS  of  stone  relent,  relent, 
 Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued: 
 See  his  body,  mangled — rent, 
 
 Cover'd  with  a  gore  of  blood. 
 Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done' 
 Murder'd  God's  eternal  Son. 
 
 Ves.  our  sins  have  done  the  deed. 
 Drove  the  nails  that  fix'd  him  ther* 
 
g2  THE  DEATH  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 Urown'il  with   thorns  his  sacred  head, 
 Pierced   him   wilh   a  soldier's  spear; 
 Made   his  soul   a  sacrifice, 
 For  a  sinfid  worlil  he  dies. 
 
 3   Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain, 
 
 Still  to  death   pursue  your  Lord; 
 Open   tear  his  wounds  again, 
 
 Trample  on   his  precious  hloodi 
 No    !\vith  all   my  sins  I'll  part, 
 Saviour,  take  my  hroken  heart 
 
 40. 
 
 Templed,  but  flying  to  Christ  the  Refug;. 
 
 JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
 Let  me  to  thy   l)i>som   fly, 
 While  the   raging  liilluvvs  roll. 
 
 While  the  tem|)est  still   is  high; 
 Hide   me,  0   my   Saviour,  hide, 
 Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 
 Safe  into  the  haven  guide; 
 0,  receive  my  soul  at  last 
 
 2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, — 
 
 Hfings  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: 
 ^'over  my   defenceless  head 
 
 With  the  t<i>d-Jow  jf  thy  wing 
 
 !  Thou.  0  Christ  art  all  T  want- 
 All  in  all  in  thee  I  find: 
 Rhisp  the  falW'ii.   ch^'er  the  Hiint 
 
 Heal   the  sick,  and   lead   the  blind 
 Just  and  holy  is  thy  name: 
 
THE  DEATH  OF  CHRIST.  Si 
 
 I  am  all  unrighteousness; 
 Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am; 
 Thou  art  full  of  love  and  grace. 
 
 41.     S.  M. 
 
 Desiring  to  Hve  hff^re  the  Cross. 
 
 UP,  haste  to  Calvary, 
 My  soul ;  a  journey  take. 
 To  view  thy  Lord  'twixt  earth  and  sky, 
 
 Without  the  city  gate. 
 Before  his  bloody  cross 
 
 I'd  bow  and  kiss  the  ground  , 
 'Twas  there  my  guilt  and  woe  I  lost, 
 
 And  ready  pardon  found. 
 Lord,  tune  anew  my  strings. 
 
 Now  on  the  willow  dry  ; 
 Take  off  my  thoughts  from  worldly  thinga 
 
 Bind  them   to  Calvary. 
 For  glorious  is  the  plan ; 
 
 Though  'tis  without  the  gate. 
 There,  Lord,  I'll  sing  thy  grace, 
 
 And  for  thy  blessing  wait. 
 
 42.     L.  M. 
 
 Gratitude  to  Christ  for  shedding  his  blood 
 
 TO  Ilim,  who,  on  the  fatal  tree, 
 Pour'd  out  his  blood,  his  life,  for   mr 
 In   grateful  strains  my  voice  I'll  rai><e. 
 And,  in  his  service,  spend  my  days 
 To  list'ning  multitudes  I'll  tell 
 How  he  redeem'd  my  soul  from  hell, 
 And  how,  reposing  on  his  breast, 
 I  lost  my   cares,  and  found  my  rest. 
 
I  KKSL'RRECTIO.N  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 3  Throiifrh  him   my  sins  are  all  forgiv'n 
 He  ever   plciids  my  cause  in  heav'n  • 
 f'll   Itiiild  an  altar  to  his  name, 
 And  to  tiic  world  his  grace  proclaim. 
 
 .>rF.N.\ETT.j    4S.     L.  M.     It  ts  finished. 
 
 "'X^IS  finish'd  1'  so  the  Saviour  ^ricd, 
 
 -■-     And  meekly  bow'd  his  head,  and  d:e<l 
 '  'Tis  liiiish'd — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
 '  'I'he  buttle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won. 
 vi  '  'Tis  finish'd — all  that  heav'n  decreed, 
 '  And  all  the  ancient  propliets  said, 
 •  Is  now  fulfill'd,  as  was  design'd, 
 '  In  me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 
 
 3  'Tis  finish'd — this,  my  dying  groan, 
 '  Shall  sins  of  ev'ry  kind  atone  ; 
 
 '  .Millions  shall  be  redeem'd  trom  death 
 '  By  thi:^  my  last  expiring  breath. 
 
 4  '  'Tis  finish'd — heaven  is  reconcil'd, 
 
 '  And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoilV 
 '  Peace,  love  and  happiness  again 
 '  Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men.' 
 
 RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 44.     7s. 
 
 The  Resurrection.     1  Cor.  xv.  6. 
 
 CHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  ris'n  to-day 
 Sons  of  men  and  angels  say ; 
 Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high! 
 Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 
 Love's  redeeming  work  is  done ; 
 I' ought  the  fight ;  the  battle  won ; 
 Lo  I  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er , 
 Lo !  he  sits  in  blood  no  more. 
 
KKSrRRECTION  OF  CHRIST.  Ji^ 
 
 3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
 
 Christ  hath  burst  the  g;ates  of  hell : 
 
 Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise ; 
 
 Christ  hath  opcn'd  paradise. 
 I  Lives  again  our  glorious  king  ; 
 
 '  Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  V 
 
 Once  ho  died  our  souls  to  save  ; 
 
 '  Where  's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  T 
 
 5  Soar  we  now,  where  Christ  has  led, 
 Following  our  exalted  Head  : 
 Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise ; 
 Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skioai 
 
 6  What  though  once  we  perish'd  all. 
 Partners  of  our   parents'  fall ; 
 Second  life  let  us  receive, 
 
 In  our  heav'nly  Adam  live. 
 
 7  Hail,  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heavti.i 
 Praise  to  thee  by  both  be  given ! 
 Thee  we  greet,  triumphant  now, 
 Hail  the  resurrection — thou. 
 
 Doddridge.]     45,     C.  M. 
 Comfort  to  those  who  seek  a  risen  .''e«as 
 
 "VTE  liumble  souls,  that  seek  the  Lord, 
 -■-     Chase  all  your  fears  away. 
 And  bow,  with  pleasure,  down  to  sc" 
 
 The  place,  where  Jesus  lay. 
 Thus  low  the  Lord  of  life  was  brougni  • 
 
 Such  wonders  love  can  do ; 
 Tlius  cold  in  death  that  bosom  lay, 
 
 Which  throbb'd  and  bled  for  you 
 A  moment  give  aloose  to  grief; 
 
 Let  grateful  sorrows  rise ; 
 And  wash  the  bloody  stains  awa^ 
 
 With  torrents  from  your  eves. 
 
36  RESURRIXTIOX  OF  CHRIST 
 
 4  TTicn  dry  your  tear??,  and  tunc  your  Bongrs 
 
 riic  Saviour  lives  njirain ; 
 Not  all  tlin  holts  and  bars  of  death 
 The  ('Onfjuemr  could  detain. 
 
 5  Hijrh  o'er  tli'  anjrclic  bands  he  rears 
 
 His  once  dishoiiour'd  head  ; 
 And  tlirouy^h  uiiiiuinbcrM  yea'""  '^e  reign?. 
 Who  dwell  anionjr  the  dead. 
 
 6  Wifh  joy  like  his  shall  cv'ry  saint 
 
 His  cniply  lonib   survey  ; 
 Then  rise,  with  his  ascending  Lord, 
 To  realms  of  endless  day. 
 
 Watts.]     46.     C.  M. 
 The  Loufs  day,  or  the  Resurrection  of  Christ. 
 T>LESS'D    morning-,  whose  young  dawi  - 
 -■-'         ing  rays 
 
 Beheld  our  rising  God, 
 And  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust. 
 And  leave  his  last  abode. 
 •2  In  tlie  cold  prison  of  a  tomb 
 The  dear  Redeemer  lay. 
 Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
 Tlie  third,  th'  appointed  day. 
 3  Hell  and  t!ic  grave  unite  their  force. 
 To  hold  our  God,  in  vain ; 
 The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose. 
 And  burst  their  feeble  cham. 
 t  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 
 We  sacred  honours  i)ay. 
 And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
 The  triujuph  of  the  day. 
 5  [Salvation  and   immortal  praise 
 To  our  victorious  King ; 
 Let  heaven  and  carlh  and  rocks  and 
 Wii}»  glad  hosannas  ring.) 
 
 1 
 
ASCENSION  OF  CHRIST.  31 
 
 47.    7s. 
 The  Resurrection  and  Ascension  of  Christ. 
 
 ANCiET.S:  roll  the  rock  ;i\v;iy ! 
 Death:  yield  up  thy  miglity  prey' 
 See  !  he  rises  from  tlie  tomb, 
 Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 
 
 Hal.'.jlujali. 
 
 'Tis  the  Saviour!  Angels,  raise 
 Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise; 
 Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
 Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound.     Hal. 
 
 !  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
 Now  to  glory  see  him  rise 
 Now  triumpliant,  tJirough  the  sky. 
 Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high.     Hal. 
 Heav'n  displays  her  portals  wide  ; 
 Angels  attend  on  ev'ry  side  ; 
 King  of  glory  I    mount  the  throne, 
 Thy  great  Father's  and  thy  own.     Hal. 
 
 I  Praise  him,  all  ye  heav'nly  choirs ! 
 Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres ! 
 Shout,  O  eartli  I  in  rapt'rous  song. 
 Let  the  strains  be  sweet  and  strong.     Hai 
 
 !  Ev'ry  note  with  wonder  swell ; 
 Sin  's  o'crthrown  and  captiv'd  hell  I 
 Where  is  hell's  once  dreadful   king  ? 
 Where,  O  death,  thy  mortal  sting  ?  Hal. 
 
 THE  ASCENSION  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 Watts.]     4§.     L.  M. 
 ChrisVa  Ascension  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit. 
 Ps.  Ixviii.  17,  18. 
 T  ORD,  when  thou  didst  nsccnd  on  higl 
 ■-^  Ten  thousand  angpls  fill'd  tiie  ske. 
 
ASCENSION  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 Those  hcav'nly  bands  around  thee  wait, 
 Like  chariots  that  attend  thy   state. 
 Not  Sinai's  niountain  could  ai»!)car 
 More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there 
 While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadl'ul  law, 
 And  stiuck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 
 How  briirht  the  triumph  none  can  tell. 
 When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell. 
 That  thousand  souls  had  captive  made. 
 Were  all  in  chains^  like  captives  led. 
 Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne. 
 He  sent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
 With  gills  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
 That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 
 
 Watts.]     49.     L.  IM. 
 
 Saints  dwell  in  Heaven;  or  Chnst''s  Ascension 
 
 Ps,  xxiv. 
 
 THIS  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 
 And  men,  and  worms,  and  beasts,  an«' 
 birds ; 
 He  rais'd  tlie  building  on  the  seas, 
 .\i\d  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place. 
 
 Q  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
 T\\y  palace,  Lord,  above    the  sky: 
 Who  shall  ascend  that  blest  abode, 
 And  dwell  so  near  his  maker,  God  ? 
 
 3  He  that  abliors  and  fears  to  sin, 
 
 Who.se  heart  is  pure,  whose  hands  arc  clean 
 Him  shall  tiie  Lord,  the  Saviour  bless. 
 And  clothe  his  soul  with  righteousness. 
 
 (  These  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
 That  seek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
 These  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight. 
 And  dwell  in  everlasting  light 
 
ASCENSION  OF  CHRIST.  J 
 
 PAUSK. 
 
 Rejoice,  ye  shining  worlds  on  high. 
 Behold  the  Kintr  of  Glory  nigh  I 
 Who  can  this  King  of  (J lory  be? 
 The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour  's  he. 
 Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  display, 
 To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  way ; 
 Laden  with  spoils  from  earth  and  hell 
 The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dw  jI 
 Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  goes  before  • 
 He  opens  lieaven's  immortal  door 
 To  give  his  saints  a  blest  abode, 
 Near  tlieir  Redeemer  and  their  God. 
 
 50.    L.  M. 
 
 ChrisVs  Ascension.    Ps.  xxiv.  7. 
 /^UR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
 ^-^  Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high; 
 The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  ca])tive  led, 
 Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 
 
 2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
 
 And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay 
 '  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gales  I 
 '  Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  I' 
 
 3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
 
 And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene  ; 
 He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right  ; 
 Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 
 
 4  '  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  ?' 
 
 The  Lord,  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame. 
 
 The  world,  sin,  death  and  hell  o'erthrew. 
 
 And  Jesus  is  the  Conqu'ror's  name. 
 
 5  Lo !    his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
 
 And  angels  chant  tiie  solemn  lay, 
 Lift  up  yoir  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates 
 '  Ye  everlasting  docjs,  give  \ray  !' 
 
il\  EXALTATION  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 6  '  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  ?' 
 
 The  Lord,  of  boundless  power  possesw'd, 
 Tlie   Kiny  of  Saints  and  Angels  too, 
 God  over  all,  for  ever  blest 
 
 Steele.]     51.     L.  M. 
 
 C^OME  tune,  yc  saints,  your  noblest  strains 
 ^   Your  dying,  rising  Lord  to  sing. 
 And  echo  to  the  heavenly  plains 
 
 T])e  triumphs  of  your  Saviour  King 
 
 2  In  songs  of  grateful  rapture  toll, 
 
 How  he  subdu'd  your  potent  foes ; 
 oubdu'd  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell, 
 And  dying,  finish'd  all  your  woes  ; 
 
 3  Tlien  to  his  glorious  throne  on  high 
 
 Return'd,  while  hymning  angels  round, 
 Through  the  bright  arehes  of  the  shy, 
 '  The  God !  the  conqu'ring  God  !'  resoiiiia 
 
 4  Almighty  love  !    vietorious  power  I 
 
 Not  angel-tongues  can  e'er  display 
 The  wonders  of  that  dreadful  hour, 
 The  joys  of  that  illustrious  day. 
 
 5  Tlien  well  may  mortals   try  in  vain. 
 
 In  vain  their  feeble  voices  raise ; 
 Yet  Jesus  hears  the  humble  strain, 
 And  kindly  owns  our  wisii  to  praise. 
 €  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  wond'rous  grace 
 Fill  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
 Till  the  full  glories   of  thy  face 
 Inspire  a  sweeter,  nobler  song. 
 
 I 
 
 THE  EXALTATION  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 i'VrKKLE  ^  52.  L.  M.  The  exalted  Saviomt 
 [^OVV  lat  uti  raise  our  chcorful  strains 
 -  ''    And  io:n  the  blissful  clio«r  above  ; 
 
INTERCESSION  OF  CHRIST.  43 
 
 There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 
 
 And  tJiere  tJicy  sing  his  wond'rous  love. 
 3  While  seraphs  tunc  tli'  immortal  song, 
 O,  may  we  feel  tiie  sacred  flame ; 
 
 And  ev'ry  heart  and  cv'ry  tongue 
 Adore  the  Saviour's  glorious  name  I 
 
 3  Jesus,  who  once  upon  the  tree 
 
 In  agonizing  pains  expir'd  ; 
 Who  died  lor  rebels ;  yes,  'tis  he  I 
 
 How  briglit !   how  lovely  !    how  admir'd  ! 
 
 4  Jesus,  who  died  that  we  might  live. 
 
 Died  in  the  wretched  traitor's  place 
 O,  what  returns  can  mortals  give 
 
 For  such  immeasurable  grace  ? 
 it  Were  universal  nature  ours. 
 
 And  art,  with  all  her  boasted  store  , 
 Nature  and  art,  with  all  their  powers. 
 
 Would  still  confess  the  off'rer  poor. 
 ^  Yet,  though  for  bounty  so  divine 
 
 We  ne'er  can  equal  honours  raise, 
 Jesus,  may  all  our  hearts  be  thine, 
 
 And  all  our  tongues  proclaim  thy  praise 
 
 FHR  INTERCESSION  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 Steele.]     53.     L.  M. 
 TVie  Intercession  of  Christ.     Heb.  vii.  25. 
 
 HE  lives,  tiie  great  Redeemer  lives; 
 (VVhat  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives 
 And  now,  before  his  Father,  God, 
 Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 
 I  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears. 
 And  Justice,  arm'd  with  frowns,  appears; 
 But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
 Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peacf. 
 
2  EXCfclLLEiNCIES  OF  ChRIST- 
 
 3  Hence  then,  yc  black  despairing  thoughts. 
 Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults  ; 
 
 His  pow'rful  intercessions  rise, 
 And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 
 
 4  In  cv'ry  dark  distressful  hour, 
 When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power; 
 Let  this  dear  hope  repel   the  dart. 
 That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 
 
 5  Great  Advocate  I  almighty  Friend ' 
 On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend: 
 Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail. 
 For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 
 
 THE  EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 Dr.  Watts' MiscELLANV.  I     5J      L.  M. 
 The  humiliation^  exaltation  and  triumphs  of  Chi  is- 
 Pliil.  ii  8,9;  Col.  ii.  15. 
 rilHE  miglity  frame  of  glorious  grace, 
 -'-    That  brightest  monument  of  praise 
 That  e'er  the  God  of  love  design'd, 
 Employs  and  fills  mv  lab'ring  mind 
 
 2  Begin,  my  soul,  the  heavenly  song, 
 A  burden  for  an  angel's  tongue ; 
 When  Gabriel  sounds  these  awful  things 
 He  tunes  and  summons  all  his  strings. 
 
 3  Proclaim  inimitable  love  ; 
 Jesus,  the  Lord  of  worlds  above, 
 Pats  off  the  beams  of  bright  array. 
 And  veils  the  God  in  mortal  clay. 
 
 *  He  that  distributes  crowns  and  thrones. 
 Hangs  on  a  tree  and  bleeds  and  groan* 
 The  Prince  of  Life  re>:igns  his  breath. 
 The  King  of  Glory  bows  to  death. 
 
 5   But  see  the  wonders  of  his  power ! 
 He  tnimuhs  in   his  dying  hour; 
 
jiXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIST.  fe 
 
 And  while,  by  Satan's  rage  he  fell, 
 lie  dash'd  tlie  rising'  hopes  of  hell. 
 
 S   Tims  were  the  hosts  of  death  subdu'd, 
 And  sin  was  drown'd  in  Jesus'  blood; 
 Tims  lie  arose,  and  reigns  above, 
 And  conciuers  sinners  by  his  love. 
 
 7  Who  shall  fulfil  this  boundless  song  ? 
 The  theme  surmounts  an  angel's  tongxiej 
 How  low,  how  vain  are  mortal  airs. 
 When  Gabriel's  nobler  harp  despairs. 
 
 #5.    CM. 
 
 Desire  of  all  nations.     Hag.  ii.  7  ;  Cant,  i  3 
 
 INFINITE  excellence  is  thine, 
 Thou  lovely  Prince  of  grace ! 
 Thy  uncreated  beauties  shine 
 With  never-fading  rays. 
 2  Sinners  from  earth's  remotest  end 
 Come  bending  at  thy  feet; 
 To  t^ice  their  prayers  and  vows  ascend. 
 In  thee  their  wishes  meet. 
 .'}  Thy  name,  as  precious  ointment  shed. 
 Delights  the  church  around  ; 
 Sweetly  the  sacred  odours  spread 
 Through  all  Immanuel's  ground, 
 
 4  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 
 
 On  thy  exhaustless  store; 
 From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
 And  still  thou  givest  more. 
 
 5  Thou  art  their  triumph  and  their  joy  ; 
 
 They  find  their  all  in  thee ; 
 Thy  glories  will  their  tongues    employ 
 Through  all  eternity 
 
44  EXCKLLKINCIES  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 S.  Stennett.]     56.    C.  M. 
 
 Chief  among  ten  thousand  ;  or,  the  cxcellencieg  01 
 Christ.     Cunt.  v.  10,  IG. 
 
 rilO  Christ,  the  Lord,  let  cv'ry  tongue 
 -■-     Its  noblest  tribute  bring  ; 
 When  he  's  tlie  subject  of  tlic  song, 
 
 Wiio  can  refuse  to  sing? 
 I  Survey  the  beauties  of  liis  face, 
 
 And  on  liis  glories  dwell  ; 
 Think  of  the  wonders  of  his  gract., 
 
 And  all  his  triumphs  tell. 
 }  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthron'd 
 
 Upon  his  awful  brow ; 
 His  head  with  radiant  glories  crown'd. 
 
 His  lips  with  grace  o'crflow. 
 i  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare, 
 
 Among  the  sons  of  men ; 
 Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 
 
 That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 
 
 5  He  saw  me  plung'd  in  deep  distress, 
 
 He  flew  to  my  relief; 
 For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross. 
 And  carried  all  my   grief 
 
 6  His  hand  a  tliousand  blessings  pours 
 
 Upon  my  guilty  head  ; 
 flis  presence  gilds  my  darkest  hou-a 
 And  guards  my  sleeping  bed. 
 
 7  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 
 
 And  all  the  joys  I   have ; 
 He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
 And  saves  me  from  the  grave. 
 fc»  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 
 He  brings  my  weary  feet. 
 Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
 And  makes  my  joys  complete- 
 
EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIST.  45 
 
 9  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 
 Sucli   proofs  of  love  divine, 
 Had   I   a  thousand  hearts  to  give. 
 Lord,  they  sliould  all  be  thine 
 
 CowrER.]     57.    C.  M. 
 Praise  for  the  fountain  opened.     Zech.  viii   I. 
 
 rpHERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood 
 -*-     Drawn  from  Immanucl's  vcms, 
 And  sinners  plung'd  into  that  flood, 
 Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 
 ?  The  dying  thief  rcjoic'd  to  see 
 Tliat  fountain  in  his  day ; 
 O,  niuy  I  there,  though  vile  as  he, 
 Wash  all  my  sins  away  ! 
 i   Dear,  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 
 Sliall  never  lose  its  power. 
 Till  all  tiic  ransom'd  church  of  God 
 Be  sav'd,  to  sin  no  more. 
 i   E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  mw  the  stream 
 Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
 Redeeming  love  has  been  rny  theme, 
 And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 
 )  When  this  poor  lisping  stamm'ring  tongiKi 
 Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 
 Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
 I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 
 S  Lord,  I  believe  thou  hast  prepar'd 
 (Unwortliy  though  I  be) 
 For  me  a  blood-bought,  free  reward, 
 A  golden  harp  for  me. 
 '  "Tis  strung  and  tun'd  for  endless  years, 
 And  form'd  by  power  divine 
 To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 
 No  other  name  but  thine. 
 
J  KXCKLLENCIES  OF  CHRIST 
 
 Nkwton.]    5§.    c.  :\i. 
 The.  name  of  Jesus.     Sol.  Song,  i.  3 
 
 now  swcot  the  name  of  Jesus  sound.^ 
 In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
 It  soothes  liis  sorrows,  licals  his  wounds. 
 And  drives  away  his  fear, 
 
 2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  wliole. 
 
 And  cahns  the  troubled  breast; 
 'Tls  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
 And  to  the  weary  rest. 
 
 3  Dear  name  I   the  rock  on  which  I  builrt 
 
 My  shield  and  hiding  place, 
 M}'  never-failing  treasury,  fill'd 
 With  stores  of  boundless  grace. 
 
 4  By  thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain. 
 
 Although  with  sin  defil'd  ; 
 Satan  accuses  me  in  vain. 
 
 And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 
 '»  .Tksus  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 
 
 My  prophet,  priest,  and  king. 
 My  lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end. 
 
 Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 
 
 6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart. 
 
 And  cold  my  warmest   thought ; 
 But  wlieii  I  see  thee  as  thou  art. 
 ril  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 
 
 7  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 
 
 With  ev'ry  fleeting  breath ; 
 And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
 Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 
 
 Newton.]     59.     L.  M. 
 If  thin  thy  kininess  to  thy  friend?     2  Saro. 
 
 xvi.   19. 
 
 and    woi 
 
 I    have   a  rich,  almightv  fnend 
 
 OOOK,  weak  and    worthless   though   I   am 
 
EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIST.  i: 
 
 Jesus,  the  Saviour,  is  his  name , 
 fie  freely  loves  and  without  end. 
 i  He  ransoni'd  me  from  hell  with  blood 
 And  by  his  power  my  foes  controU'd ; 
 He  found  nic  wandering  far  from  (Jod, 
 And  broi:F'it  me  to  his  clioscn  fo.d. 
 •3  He  cheers  my  heart,  my  wants  supplies 
 And  says  that  1  shall  shortly   be 
 Enthron'd  with  him  above  the  skies ; 
 O,  what  a  friend  is  Christ  to  me ! 
 4  But  ah  I    my  mmost  spirit  mourns, 
 
 And  well  with  tears  my  eyes  may  swim 
 To  think  of  my  perverse  returns; 
 I've  been  a  faithless  friend  to  him. 
 ;")  Oflcn  my  graeious  friend  I  grieve. 
 Neglect,  distrust,  and  disobey 
 And  often  Satan's  lies  believe. 
 
 Sooner  than  what  my  friend  can  say 
 ()  He  bids  me  always  freely  come. 
 And  promises  whate'er  I  ask  ; 
 But  I  am  straiten'd,  cold  and  dumb, 
 And  count  my  privilege  a  task. 
 7   Before  the  world  that  hates  his  cause. 
 
 My   treach'rous   heart  has  throbb'd    wiUi 
 shame  ; 
 Loth  to  forego  the  world's  applause, 
 I  hardly  dare  avow  his  name. 
 ^  Sure  was  I  nol  most  vile  and  base, 
 I  could  not  thus  my  friend  requite ; 
 And  were  not  he  the  God  of  grace, 
 
 He  'd  frown  and  spurn  me  from  his  sight. 
 
 60.    C  M. 
 
 ['VE  found  tlie  pearl  of  greatest  price. 
 My  heart  doth  sing  for  joy . 
 
18  EXCELLENCIES  OV  CHRIST. 
 
 And  sing  I  must,  a  Christ   I  have, 
 O,  what  a  Clirist  have   I  1 
 
 3  Christ  is  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life  , 
 The  way  to  Go(J  on  hig^h. 
 Life  to  tJic  dead,  the  truth  of  types, 
 The  trutli  of  proijhccy. 
 
 3  Christ  is  a  Prophet,  Priest  and   King  : 
 A   Proi)het  full  of  light, 
 A   Priest  that  stands  'twixt  God  and  ma 
 A  King  that  rules  with  might. 
 
 1  Christ's  manhood  is  a  Temj)le  where 
 The  Altar,  God,  doth  rest; 
 My  Christ,  he  is  the  Sacrifice, 
 My  Christ,  he  is  the  Priest. 
 
 5  My  Christ,  he  is  the  Lord  of  Lords, 
 He  is  the  King  of  Kings  ; 
 He  is  the  Sun  of  righteousness. 
 With  healing  in  his  wings. 
 
 S  My  Christy  he  is  tlie  Tree  of  Life, 
 Which  in  God's  garden  grows; 
 Whose  fruit  doth  feed,  whose  leaves  do  hrm 
 My  Christ  is  Sharon's  rose. 
 
 7  (Christ  is  my  meat,  Christ  is  my  drink, 
 My  physic  and  my  health  ; 
 My  peace,  my  strength,  my  joy,  tny  crovn: 
 My  glory  and  my  wealth. 
 
 b  Christ  is  my  father  and  my  friend, 
 My  brother  and  my  love ; 
 My  head,  my  hope,  my  counsellor, 
 My  advocate  above. 
 
 t  My  Christ  he  is  the  heaven  of  hcavenu— 
 My  Christ  what  shall  I  call  ' 
 My  Christ  is  first,  my  Christ  is  last, 
 My  Christ  is  all  in  all. 
 
EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIST  4H 
 
 Dr.  Watis.]     61.     L.  M. 
 The  description  of  Christ,  the  beloved     Cant  v 
 9-12,  14-16. 
 ri^HE  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know, 
 -■-    Why  I  should  love  my  Jesus  so ; 
 'What  arc  his  charms,'  say  they,  'above 
 '  The  objects  of  a  mortal  love  ?' 
 Si  Yes,  my  beloved  to  my  sight 
 
 Shows  a  sweet  mixture,  red  and  white; 
 All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 
 In  my  beloved  meet  and  shine. 
 
 3  [White  is  his  soul,  from  blemish  free ; 
 Red  with  the  blood  he  shed  for  me ; 
 The  fairest  of  ten  thousand  fairs ; 
 
 A  sun  among'st  ten  thousand  stars. 
 
 4  His  head  the  finest  gold  excels ; 
 There  wisdom  m  perfection  dwells, 
 And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 
 Those  temples  once  beset  with  thorns 
 
 5  Compassjons  in  his  heart  are  found. 
 Hard  by  the  signals  of  his  wound; 
 His  sacred  side  no  more  shall  bear 
 The  cruel  scouige,  the  piercing  spear.] 
 
 fi  [His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold. 
 Than  diamonds  set  in  rings  of  gold  ; 
 Those  .leavenly  hands,  that  on  the  tree 
 Were  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  mn. 
 
 7  Tliough  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees 
 Loaded  with  sins  and  agonies, 
 
 Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command. 
 His  legs  like  marble  pillars  stand.] 
 
 8  [His  eyes  are  majesty  and  love, 
 The  eagle  temper'd  with  the  dovet 
 No  more  shall  trickling  sorrows  roll 
 Through  those  dear  windows  of  •^'s  my 
 
M)  EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHKISI. 
 
 'J  His  inoutli  that  pour'd  out  long-  cor.iplauils, 
 Now  sniili's  and  cheers  Jiis  fainting  saint.% 
 His  countenance  more  graceful  is 
 Than  Lebanon  witii  all  its  trees. 
 1 0  All  over  glorious  is   my  Lord  ; 
 Must  be  belov'd,  and  yet  ador'd  ; 
 His  worth,  if  all  the  nations  knew, 
 Sure  the  whole  earih  would  love  him  too 
 
 62.    L.  M. 
 
 OF  him  who  did  salvation  bring, 
 I  could  for  ever  think  and  sing; 
 
 Arise  ye  gmlty,  he'll  forgive ; 
 
 Arise  ye  needy,  he'll  relieve. 
 2  Ask  but  his  grace,  and  lo  I  'tis  given, 
 
 Ask,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven  ; 
 
 Thougli  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
 
 Jesus,  tljy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 
 .3  To  shame  our  sins  he  bhish'd  in  blood. 
 
 He  clos'd  his  eyes  to  show  us  God ; 
 
 Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know, 
 
 That  none  but  God  such  love  could  show 
 A  'Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 
 
 1  shed  my  tears  and  make   my  moan . 
 
 Where'er  I  am,  wlierc'er  I  move, 
 
 I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 
 >  Insatiate,  to  the  spring  I  fly, 
 
 I  drink,  but  yet  am  ever  dry; 
 
 Ah  I  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof 
 
 Ah  .  who  that  loves,  can  love  enough '' 
 
 J 
 
 Gregg.]     63.     L.  M. 
 Gloryinpr  in  the  Cross  of  Christ. 
 ESUSI  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
 A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee ' 
 
EXCE1.^J!:WCIES  OF  CHRIST.  5) 
 
 Ashani'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
 Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days. 
 
 2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ?  Sooner  far. 
 Let  evenin,*^  blush  to   own  a  star; 
 He  sheds  the  beams  of  light   divine. 
 O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 
 
 3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ?  Just  as  soon 
 Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon ; 
 'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till   he, 
 Bright  Morning  Star,  bids  darkness  flee. 
 
 4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ?  That  dear  friend, 
 On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ? 
 No  ;  when  I  blash,  be  this  my  shame, 
 That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 
 
 5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ?  Yes,  I  may, 
 When  I've  no  guill  to  wash  away. 
 No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
 No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 
 
 6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  -vain — 
 Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain; 
 And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
 
 That  Christ  is  not  asliam'd  of  me. 
 His  institutions  would   I  praise. 
 Take  up  the  cross,  the  shame  despise, 
 Dare  to  defend  his   noble  cause. 
 And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws 
 
 64.     L.  M. 
 Joseph,  my  son,  is  yet  alive.  Gen.  xiv.  26,  28. 
 "VT'E  mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
 -■-     Dismiss  your  gloomy,  groundless  fears, 
 And  let  your  hearts  with  this  revive, 
 Jesus,  the  Lord,  is  yet  alive. 
 ■4  His  sa'iits  he  loves  and  never  leaves- 
 Ths  cfiiof  of  sinners  he  receives 
 
5S  EXCELLENCIES  OF  CHRIST. 
 
 Then  let  this  truth  your  souls  revive, 
 TJie  friend  of  sinners  is  alive. 
 
 3  His  saints  he'll  guard  from  ev'ry  ill. 
 
 To  them  his  promises  fulfil ; 
 
 Then  let  your  liearts  with  this  revive 
 
 Jesus,  the  Lord,  is  yet  alive. 
 
 4  We  need  not  fear  to  launch  away, 
 And  leave  this  tenement  of  clay  ; 
 His  voice  shall  make  our  dust  revive. 
 For  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  yet  alive. 
 
 5  Abundant  grace  he  will  afford 
 Till  we  are  present  with  the  Lord, 
 And  prove  wiiat  we  have  heard  before 
 That  Jesus  lives  for  evermore. 
 
 Beddome.]     65.     L.  M. 
 Gift  of  God.     John  iv.  10. 
 
 JESUS,  my  Lord,  my  soul's  delight 
 For  thee  I  long,  for  thee  I  pray, 
 Amid  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
 Amid  the  business  of  the  day. 
 
 '2  Jesus,  thou  art  the  gifl  of  God 
 To  sinners  weary  and  distrest. 
 The  first  of  all  liis  gifls  beslow'd, 
 And  certain  pledge  of  all  the  rest. 
 
 3  Could  I  but  say,  '  This  gifl  in  mine,' 
 
 I'd  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feel 
 No  more  at  poverty  repine. 
 
 Nor  envy  sinners  rich  and  great. 
 
 4  The  precious  jewel  I  would   keep. 
 
 And  lodge  it  deep  within  my  heart, 
 At  home,  abroad,  awake,  asleep, 
 It  nev  ir  should  fi-om  thence  deport 
 
 dl 
 
FREE  GRACE.  ' 
 
 Medley.]     66.     L.  M. 
 One  thing  needful.     Luke  x.  42. 
 
 JESUS,  engrave  it  on  my  heart, 
 That  thou  the  one  thin^  needflil  art; 
 I  could  from  all  thing^s  parted  be. 
 But  never,  never,  Lord,  from  tlicc. 
 
 2  Needful  art  thou  to  make  me  live ; 
 Needful  art  thou  all  grace  to  give  ; 
 Needful  to  guide  me  lest  I  stray. 
 Needful  to  help  me  every  day. 
 
 3  Needful  is  thy  most  precious  blood; 
 Needful  is  thy  correcting  rod ; 
 Needful  is  thy  indulgent  care, 
 Needful  thy  all-prevailing  prayer. 
 
 4  Needful  thy  presence,  dearest  Lord, 
 True  j)eace  and  comfort  to  afford; 
 Needfid  thy  promise  to  impart 
 Fresh  life  tmd  vigour  to  my  heai-t. 
 
 5  Needful  art  thou  to  be  my  stay 
 Through  all  life's  dark  and  stormy  way ; 
 Nor  less  in  death  thou'lt  needful  be, 
 When  I  y'uAd  up  my  soul  to  tliee. 
 
 5  Then  shall  my  soul,  with  joy  supreme. 
 Dwell  on  the  dear,  delightful  theme  ; 
 Glory  and  praise  be  ever  his, 
 'The  one  thing  needful' Jesus  is. 
 
 FREE  GRACE. 
 
 Davies.J     6T, 
 he  pardoning  God.     Micah  vii.  18. 
 
 GREAT  God  of  wonders,  all  thy  way* 
 Are  matchless,  godlike  and  di  'ine ; 
 But  the  fair  glories  of  thy  face 
 M<ir*>  "f^idiike  and  ur;rlvL.!]'u  bl.lne 
 
S4  FREE  GRACE 
 
 Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  tliee  ? 
 Or  will)  has  ^rrace  so  rich  and  free  ? 
 
 2  Crimes  of  such  horror  to  forgive, 
 
 Such  guilty  daring  worms  to  spare. 
 This  is  thy  grand  prerogative, 
 
 And  none  shall  in  tlie  honour  share. 
 Who  is,  &.C. 
 
 3  Angels  and  men,  resign  your  claim 
 
 'I'o  pity,  mercy,  love  and  grace  ; 
 f  his  glorious  crown  Jehovah's  name 
 
 With  an  incomparable  blaze. 
 Who  is.  Sec. 
 
 4  In  wonder  lost,  with  trembling  joy, 
 
 We  take  the  pardon  of  our  God, 
 Pardon  for  crimes  of  deef>est  dye, 
 
 A  pardon  seal'd  with  Jesus'  blood. 
 WJio  is,  &c. 
 
 5  O,  may  this  strange,  this  matchless  grace 
 
 Tliis  godlike  miracle  of  love. 
 Fill  the  wide  earth  with  grateful  prai&c, 
 
 And  all  th'  angelic  choirs  above. 
 Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  ? 
 Or  who  has  grace  so  rich  and  free? 
 
 68.    L.  M. 
 
 Grace  united  loit/i  justice  and  truth. 
 
 TNFINITE  grace!  and  can  it  be 
 
 -■-  That  heaven  supreme  should  stoop  s(   ^)v 
 
 To  visit  one  so  vile  as  I, 
 
 One  who  has  been  his  bitt'rest  foe  I 
 Can  holiness  and  wisdom  join 
 
 With  truth,  with  justice  and  with  grace 
 To  make  eternal  blessings  mine, 
 
 And  sin,  with  all  its  guilt,  erase ' 
 
FRKL  GRACK.  65 
 
 3  O  love  I  beyond  conception  great. 
 
 That  form'd  the  vast  stupendous  plaiu 
 Where  all  divine  perfections  meet 
 To  reconcile  rebellious  man. 
 i  There  wisdom  shines  in  fullest  blaze, 
 And  justice  all  her  rights  maintains 
 Astonish'd  angels  stoop  to  gaze, 
 
 Wliile  mercy  o'er  tlie  guilty  reigns. 
 5  Yes,  mercy  reigns  and  justice  too  ; 
 In  Christ  harmoniously  tlicy  meet ; 
 He  paid  to  justice  all  iier  due. 
 And  now  he  fills  the  mercy-seat. 
 i  Such  are  the  wonders  of  our  God, 
 
 And  such  th'  amazing  depllis  of  grace, 
 To  save  from  wrath's  vindictive  rod 
 The  chosen  sons  of  Adam's  race. 
 (  With  grateful  songs  then  let  our  souls 
 Surround  our  gracious  Fatiier's  throne  , 
 And  all  between  the  distant  poles 
 His  truth  and  mercy  ever  own. 
 
 69.     L.  M 
 
 Salvation  by  grace,  and  not  by  works. 
 
 SELF-righteous  souls  on  works  rely, 
 And  boast  tlieir  moral  dignity  ; 
 But  if  I  lisp  a  song  of  praise, 
 Each  note  shall  echo  grace,  free  grace. 
 
 2  Grace  I  'tis  a  most  delightful  theme ; 
 'Tis  grace  that  rescues  guilty  man  ; 
 'Tis  grace  divine,  all  conqu'ring,  free. 
 Or  it  had  never  rescued  me. 
 
 3  'Twas  grace  that  quicken'd  me  when  dead 
 And  grace  my  soul  to  Jesus  led  ; 
 
 Grace  brought  me  pardon  for  my  sin. 
 And  grace  subdues  my  lusts  within. 
 
56  FREE  GKAUl!.. 
 
 4   "I'is  grace  that  sweetens  every  cross, 
 And  g'-ace  supports  in  every  loss ; 
 In  Jesus'  grace  my  soul  is  strong; 
 Grace  is  my  shield,  and  grace  my  song. 
 
 6  'Tis  grace  defends  when  danger's  near, 
 By  grace  alone  I  persevere; 
 'Tis  grace  constrains  my  soul  to  love, 
 And  grace  will  bear  me  safe  above. 
 
 6  O,  grace,  free  grace  alone  I  boast, 
 And  'tis  in  grace  alone  I  trust; 
 And  when  I  rise  to  heaven,  my  home, 
 I'll  shout  free  grace!  free  grace,  alone! 
 
 TO.     7's. 
 
 HAITj  my  ever  blessed  Jesus, 
 Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing; 
 To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 
 Thou  my  prophet,  priest  and  king. 
 
 2  O !  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven, 
 
 0 !  what  joy  and  happiness ! 
 Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven, 
 I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 
 
 3  [Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heaven. 
 
 My  Redeemer's  tenderness; 
 Love  I  much]  I've  much  forgiven, 
 I'm  a  miracle  of  grace.] 
 
 4  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir. 
 
 Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above; 
 Whilst  astonish'd,  I  admire 
 
 God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love 
 
 5  That  blest  moment  I  received  him, 
 
 Fill'd  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace  ? 
 Love  I  much]  I've  much  forgiven, 
 I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 
 
FREE  GRACE.  57 
 
 71.     S.  M. 
 
 SiiilvatXTii  by  grace,  from  Jirst  to  last.    Eph.  \L  3 
 
 GRACE  I    'tis  a  charming   sound, 
 ilarinonious  to  the  ear ; 
 Heaven  witli  the  echo  shall  resound, 
 And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 
 
 2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 
 
 To  save  rebellious  man ; 
 Ajid  all  the  steps  that  grace  display. 
 Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 
 
 3  [Grace  first  inscribed  my  name 
 
 In  God's  eternal  book; 
 'Twas  grace  that  gave  me  to  the  LamU 
 Who  all  my  sorrows  took.] 
 
 4  Grace  led  ray  roving  feet, 
 
 To  tread  the  heavenly  road, 
 And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet. 
 
 While  pressing  on  to  God. 
 [Grace  taught  my  soul  to  pray. 
 
 And  made  my  eyes  o'erflow ; 
 'Twas  grace  which  kept  me  to  this  day. 
 
 And  will  not  let  me  go.] 
 6  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
 
 Through  everlasting  days ; 
 It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone. 
 
 And  well  deserves  the  praise. 
 
 Watts.]     T2. 
 
 TO  him  that  chose  us  first. 
 Before  the  world  began  ; 
 To  him  that  bore  the  curse 
 
 To  save  rebellious  man; 
 To  him  that  form'd  our  hearts  anew 
 Is  endless  praise  and  glory  due. 
 The  Father's  love  shall  run 
 Through  our  immortal  songs ; 
 
58  LORD'S  DAY. 
 
 We  bring-    o  God,  the  Son, 
 
 Hosannas  on  our  tong-ues  : 
 Our  lips  address  tlic  Spirit's  name 
 With  equal  praise  and  zeal  tJie  same. 
 3  Let  every  saint  above, 
 
 And  angel  round  the  throne. 
 For  ever  bless  and    love 
 
 The  sacred  Tlirce  in  One : 
 Thus  heaven  shall  raise  his  honours  high 
 When  earth  and  time  grow  old  and  die. 
 
 LORD'S  DAY. 
 
 73.     L.  M.     Sabbath  viondng.     Rev.  i.  10. 
 
 COME,  dearest  I^ord,  and  bless  this  day  ; 
 Come,  bear  our  tliought-s  from  earth  awny 
 Now  let  our  noblest  jjussions  rise 
 With  ardour  to  their  native  skies. 
 
 2  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine. 
 With  rays  of  light  upon  us  shine, 
 And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blest 
 Oil  this  sweet   day  of  sacred  rest. 
 
 'i  Then  when  our  Sabbaths  here  are  o'er 
 And  we  ai'rive  on  Canaan's  shore, 
 With  all  the  ransom'd  we  shall  spend 
 A  Sabbath  which  shall  never  end. 
 
 74.     C.  M.     Sabbath  morning. 
 
 COME,  let  us  join,  with  sweet  accord, 
 In  hymns  around  tlie  throne; 
 This  is  the  day  our  rising  Lord 
 Hath  made  and  call'd  his  own. 
 2  This  is  the  day,  which  God  hatli  bksfi'd 
 The  brightest  of  the  sev'n  ; 
 Type  of  that  everlasting  rest 
 The  saints  enjoy  in  hoav'n. 
 
LORD'S  DAV  r)\) 
 
 vVatis.]  75.    C.  i\I.    Fur  the  Lord's  Day  motning 
 ¥    ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shult  liear 
 -*-^  My  voice  ascending  high ; 
 To  tiice  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
 To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 
 
 2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Clu-ist  is  gone 
 
 To  plead  for  all   his  saints, 
 Presenting  at  his   Father's  throne. 
 Our  songs  and  our   complaints. 
 
 3  Tl.ou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sigh 
 
 The  wicked  sliall  not  stand ; 
 
 Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight. 
 
 Nor  dwell  at  tliy  right  hand. 
 
 4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort 
 
 To  taste  thy  mercies  there  ; 
 I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court. 
 And  worship  in  thy  fear. 
 
 5  O,  may  thy  spirit  guide  my  feet 
 
 In  ways  of  righteousness ; 
 Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  straight 
 A-iid  plain  before  my  face. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     70,     S.  M. 
 The  Lord's  day ;  or   delight  in  Ordinances 
 
 WELCOxME  sweet  day  of  rest. 
 That  saw  the  Lord  arise ; 
 Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast. 
 And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 
 '2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 
 And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
 Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  heie. 
 And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 
 ^  One  day  amidst  the  place 
 
 Where  my  dear  (:)Iod  hath  been. 
 Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
 Of  pleasurable  sin. 
 
VA)  PRATER. 
 
 4  M>    willing  soul  would  stay 
 In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
 And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
 To  everlasting  bliss. 
 
 Watts.]     77.     C.  M. 
 Ckrisfs  resurrection  and  our  saLvatiojL 
 
 Ps.  ccviii. 
 ^■^HIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hatli  rnadft. 
 -*-     He  calls  the  hours  his  own ; 
 Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad. 
 And  praise  surround  the  throne. 
 
 2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 
 
 And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
 To-day  the  saints  his  triumphs  sprcaa, 
 And  all  his  wonders  tell. 
 
 3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King  I 
 
 To  David's  holy  Son  I 
 Help  us,  O  Lord !  descend  and  bring 
 Salvation  from  thy  throne. 
 
 4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 
 
 With  messages  of  grace, 
 Wlio  comes  in  God,  his  Father's  name 
 To  save  our  sinful  race, 
 
 5  Hosanna  I  in  the  highest  strains 
 
 The  church  on  earth  can  raise: 
 The  highest  heavens,  in  which  he  reigrns, 
 Shall  give  them  nobler  praise. 
 
 PRAYER. 
 
 Medley.]     78.    C.  M. 
 npHE  hour  of  prayer  once  nr.ore  is  coma 
 -■-     Once  more,  O  Lord,  we  meet : 
 Thanks  to  thy  name,  there  yet  is  room 
 
PRAYER.  ft] 
 
 9  Our  Gfod,  our  hope,  our  hea\  inly  friend. 
 Our  father  and  our  all, 
 Our  first  great  cause,  and  last  great  end. 
 On  tlicc  for  help  we  call. 
 
 3  The  helpless,  poor  and  needy  soul. 
 
 The  tempted  and  distrest, 
 Dear  Lord,  relieve,   support,  make  whole, 
 And  calm  the  troubled  breast. 
 
 4  The  faith  and  hope,  the  joy  and  love 
 
 Of  all  thy  saints  increase  ; 
 Hardness  and  prejudice  remove. 
 And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace. 
 
 Hart.]     79.     L.  M. 
 Pray  without  ceasing.     1  Thes.  v.  17. 
 I3RAYER  was  appointed  to  convey 
 -■-       The  blessings  God  designs  to  give , 
 Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray 
 For  only  while  they  pray,  they  live. 
 •2  The  Christian's  heart  his  prayer  indites. 
 He  speaks  as  prompted  from  within ; 
 The  Spirit  his  petition  writes, 
 
 And  Christ  receives  and  gives  it  in. 
 3   And  wilt  thou  in  dead  silence  lie, 
 
 vVhen  Christ  stands  waiting  for  thy  pray'r 
 My  soul,  thou  hast  a  friend  on  high, 
 Arise  and  try  thy  interest  there. 
 i  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 
 If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay. 
 If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress, 
 
 The  remedy 's  before  thee — pray. 
 5  'TIS  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak, 
 Tho'  thought  be  broken,  language  lame 
 Pray,  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  speak ; 
 But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 
 
PRAVER. 
 
 Depeiid  on  him,  ihou  canst  not  fail , 
 Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known, 
 
 Fear  not,  his  merits  must  prevail : 
 Ask  what  thou  wilt,  it  shall  be  done. 
 
 Cowi'ER.]     80.     L.  M. 
 Exhortation  to  prayer. 
 
 WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
 In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat; 
 Vet,  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 
 But  \tishes  to  be  often  there  ? 
 
 Pray'i-  makes  the  darkcn'd  cloud  withdraw  , 
 Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  ; 
 Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  We, 
 Brings  every  blessing-  from  above. 
 
 Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
 Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright ; 
 And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
 The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 
 
 While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide 
 Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side  ;* 
 But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd, 
 'I'll at  moment  Amaleck  prevail'd. 
 
 Have  you  no  words  ?  Ah,  think  again ; 
 Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
 And  fdl  your  fellow-creature's  ear. 
 With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  CEire. 
 
 Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent. 
 To  heaven  in  supplication  sent. 
 Your  cheerfu.  song  would  ofl'ner  be, 
 Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me.' 
 
 *  Exodus  xvii.  11. 
 
MlSSIOiNS.  63 
 
 MISSIONS. 
 
 81.  L.  M. 
 
 And  they  went  and  preached  everywher*'. 
 /^  O,  missionaries,  and  proclaim 
 ^■"    Tlie  kind  Redeemer  you  have  found 
 Publisli  his  ever  precious  name 
 
 To  all  the  wond'ring  nations  round. 
 
 2  G>j  tell  th'  unletter'd,  wretched  slave 
 
 Who  groans  beneatii  a  tyrant's  rod, 
 You  bring  a  freedom  bought  vdh  blood, 
 Tlie  blood  of  an  incarnate  God  : 
 
 3  And  tell  tlie  panting  sable  chief 
 
 On  Ethiopia's  scorching  sand. 
 You  come  with  a  refreshing  stream^ 
 To  cheer  and  bless  his  thirsty  land. 
 
 4  Go,  tell  on  India's  golden  shores. 
 
 The  Ganges,  Thibet,  and  Boutan, 
 That  to  enrich  their  deathless  mind 
 
 You  come — the  friends  of  God  and  mj/*i 
 .0  Tell  all  the  distant  isles  afar, 
 
 That  lie  in  darkness  and  the  grave, 
 You  have  the  glorious  light  to  show, 
 Jesus  has  come  to  seek  and  save. 
 6  Say  tiie  religion  you  profess 
 Is  all  benevolence  and  love. 
 And,  crown'd  with  energy  divine, 
 Its  heavenly  origin  will  prove. 
 
 82.  L.M. 
 
 /  .'le  fall  of  Babylon  indicated  from  the  spreading 
 of  the  Gospel. 
 
 PROUD  Babylon  yet  waits  her  doom, 
 Nor  can  her  tott'ring  palace  fall. 
 Till  some  blest  messenger  arise 
 
 The  spacious  heathen  world  to  call 
 
m  MISSIONS. 
 
 2  And  sec  the  glorious  time  approach; 
 Behold  the  mighty  angel  fly 
 The  gospel  tidings  to  convey 
 To  every  land  beneath  the   sky. 
 
 i  O,  see  on  both  the  Indies'  coasts, 
 And  Africa's  unhappy  shore. 
 The  untauglit  savage  press  to  hear. 
 And,  hearing,  wonder  and  adore. 
 
 i  [See,  while  the  Joyful  truth  is  told, 
 
 '  That  .Tesus  left  his  throne  in    heaven 
 'And  suffer'd,  died,  and  rose  again, 
 '  That  guilty  souls  might  be   forgiven 
 
 5  See  what  delight,  unfelt  before, 
 
 Beams  in  his  fix'd,  attentive  eye ; 
 And  hear  him  ask,  '  For  wretched  me 
 *  Did  the  divine  Redeemer  die  ? 
 
 .1  '  Ah  !  why  have  ye  so  long  forborne 
 '  To  tell  such  welcome  news  as  this  ? 
 'Go  now,  let  every  sinner  hear, 
 '  And  share  in  such  exalted  bliss.*] 
 
 7  The  islands,  waiting  for  his  law. 
 
 With  rapture  greet  the  sacred  sound. 
 And,  taught  the  Saviom''s  precious  name 
 Cast  all  their  idols  to  the  ground. 
 
 83.     L.  M 
 
 TO  distant  lands  thy  gospel  send, 
 And  tlms  thy  empire  wide  extend 
 To  Gentile,  Turk  and  stubborn  Jew, 
 Thou  King  of  grace,  salvation  shew. 
 
 Where'er  thy  sun  or  light  arise, 
 Thy  name,  O  God  I  immortalize  ; 
 May  nations,  yet  unborn,  confess 
 Thy  wisdom,  power  and  righteoisne^p 
 
MISSIONS.  6A 
 
 §4.    L.  M. 
 
 More  labourers  wanted. 
 
 LORD,  where  we  cast  our  eyes  abroad, 
 And  see  on  heathen  altars  slain, 
 Poor  lieij)lcss  babes  for  sacrifice, 
 
 To  purge  their  parents*  dismal  stain. 
 
 2  We  can't  beiiold  such  horrid  deeds 
 
 Without  a  groan  of  ardent  prayer ; 
 And,  while  each  heart  in  anguish  bleeds, 
 We  cry.  Lord,  send  thy  gospel  there. 
 
 3  For  them  we  pray,  for  them  we  wait. 
 
 To  them  thy  great  salvation  shew, 
 Thy  harvest.  Lord,  is  truly  great. 
 But  faithful  labourers  are    few. 
 
 4  O,  send  out  preachers,  gracious  Lord, 
 
 Among  that  dark,  bewilder'd  race; 
 Open  their  eyes,^  and  bless  thy  word. 
 And  call  them  by  thy  sovereign  gtace 
 
 85. 
 
 Othou  great  source  of  light  and  love, 
 Look  dow^n  in  mercy  from  above 
 On  all  the  pagan  race ; 
 Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad 
 To  bring  lost  sinners  home  to  God; 
 O,  save  them  by  thy  grace  ! 
 
 2  Ye  messengers  of  Jesus,  rise ; 
 Proclaim  the  bleeding  sacrifice 
 
 Throughout  the  heathen  world; 
 Point  out  their  lost  estate,  and  tell 
 The  love  of  King  Immanuel, 
 
 Though  half  can  ne'er  be  told. 
 
 3  Proclaim  inimitable  love. 
 
 Which  brought  the  Saviour  from  abova; 
 
 Such  love  's  in  God  alone  : 
 For  us  he  wept,  and  pray'd  and  cried, 
 5 
 
ifi  IMPUTED  RIGirrEOUSAh'SS. 
 
 Offer'd  his  life,  and  bled,  and  died ; 
 This  breaks  the  heart  of  stone. 
 
 4  Tell  men  tiiey're  lost,  deprav'd,  undone , 
 That  none  can  save  them  but  the  Son  • 
 
 They'll  perish  in  their  sin  ; 
 Then  say  '  Behold  the  Lamb  of  Cod 
 *  For  sin  alone ;'  believe  his  word, 
 
 Repent  and  turn  to  him. 
 
 5  Almighty  Saviour  I  God  of  love  I 
 Send  down  thy  spirit  from  above 
 
 Upon  thy  servants  here ; 
 May  they  march  forth  with  heavenly  zc» 
 To  pagan  lands  thy  love  reveal ; 
 
 O,  crown  them  with  success ! 
 
 IMPUTED  RIGHTEOUSNESS. 
 
 §6.    L.  M. 
 
 bnpuled  righteousness.  Jer.  xxiii.  6  ;  Isai.  Ixi.  )U 
 xlv.  24  ;  liv.  17 ;  1  Cor.  i.  30;  2  Cor.  v.  21. 
 
 TESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
 •^    My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  ; 
 Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  array'd, 
 With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 
 
 2  VViien  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
 To  take  my  mansion  in  the  skies. 
 E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, 
 '  Jesus  hath  liv'd  and  died  for  me.' 
 
 3  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  that  great  day  ; 
 For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay  '. 
 While  through  thy  blood  absolv'd  I  am 
 From  sin's  tremendous  curse  a.nd  shame 
 
 4  Thus  Abraham  the  friend  of  God, 
 Th-js*  all  the  armies  bought  with  blow^ 
 
IMPUTED  RIGHTEOUSNESS.  Tt 
 
 Saviour  of  sinners,  thee  proclaim; 
 Sinners,  of  whom  the  chief  I    am. 
 
 5  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
 When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years; 
 No  age  can  cliang-e  its  glorious  hue, 
 Tiie  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 
 
 (>  O,  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice ; 
 Bid,  liOid,  thy  banish'd  ones  rcyoice  : 
 Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
 Jesus,  the  Lord,  our  righteousness. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     87.     C.  M. 
 
 "Spiritual  Apparel :  namely,  the  Robe  of  Righteous 
 ness  and  Garments  of  Salvation.    Isa.  Ixi.  10. 
 
 \  WAKE,  my  heart,  arise,  my  tongue, 
 -^*-  Prepare  a  tuneful  voice ; 
 In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys. 
 Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 
 •i  'Twas  he  adorn'd  my  naked  soul, 
 And  made  salvation  mine ; 
 Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
 He  makes  his  graces  shine. 
 
 3  And  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 
 
 Should  on  my  soul  be  found. 
 He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrougnt. 
 And  cast  it  all  around. 
 
 4  How  far  the  heavenly  robe  exceeds 
 
 What  earthly  princes  wear. 
 These  ornaments,  how  bright  they  shme 
 How  white  the  garments  are  ! 
 
 5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love. 
 
 And  hope,  and  every  grace, 
 
 But  Jesus  spent  his  life  to  work 
 
 The  robe  of  righteousness. 
 
?         IMPUTED  rigiitl:ouswess 
 
 6  Strangely,  my  soid,  art  thou  array'd. 
 By  the  great  sacred  Three; 
 In  sweetest  harmony  of  praise 
 Let  all  thy  powers  agree. 
 
 H 
 
 8§.     L.  M. 
 /««/  me  look  on  his  wounds  and  weep.  2  Cor.  v.  91 
 IGH  on  a  throne  my  Lord  doth  lit, 
 Though  once  he  suffcr'd  here  below 
 In  groans,  and  tears,  and  blood,  and  sweat 
 
 Such  pain  as  mortals   never  know. 
 And  shall  I  now  forgetful  be 
 
 Of  his  sharp  sorrows,  wliile  he  hung 
 Expanded  on  th'  accursed  tree, 
 
 Tortured  by  spear,  and  whip,  and  thong  > 
 No:  rather  let  me  ever  mourn. 
 
 And  weep  o'er    my  expiring  God  ; 
 For  'twas  my  sins,  and  not  liis  own, 
 
 That  drain'd  his  last  remaining  blood. 
 Lord,  how  shall  I  a  tribute  bring, 
 
 For  such  immeasurable  grace  ? 
 For  thou  wast  once  for  me  made  sin. 
 That  I  might  be  thy  rigliteousncss. 
 
 Hart.]     89.     C  M. 
 
 For  the  kingdom  of  G^d  is  not  in  loord,  but  tn  power 
 
 1  Cor.  iv.  20. 
 
 AFORIM  of  words,  though  e'er  so  sound. 
 Can  never  save  a  soul ; 
 The  Holy  Ghost  must  give  the  wouiid, 
 And  make  the  wounded  whole. 
 S  Though  God's  election  is  a  truth, 
 Small  comfort  there  T  see, 
 Till  I  am  told  by  God's  own  mouth. 
 That  he  has  chosen  me. 
 
IMPUTED  RIGHTEOUSNESa  QUI 
 
 3  Sinners,  I  read,  arc  justified 
 
 By  faith  in  Jesus'  blood; 
 But  when  to  me  that  blood's  applied, 
 'Tis  then  it  does  me  good. 
 
 4  To  perseverance  I  agree ; 
 
 The  tiling  to  me  is  clear : 
 Because  the  Lord  has  prorais'd  me. 
 That  1  shall  persevere 
 
 5  Imputed  righteousness  I  own 
 
 A  doctrine  most  divine ; 
 For  Jesus  to  my  heart  makes  known 
 That  all  his  merit 's  mine. 
 
 6  That  Christ  is  God  I  can  avouch, 
 
 And  for  his  people  cares, 
 Since  I  have  pray'd  to  him  as  such 
 And  he  has  heard  my  prayers. 
 
 7  That  sinners  black  as  hell,  by  Christ 
 
 Arc  sav'd,  I  know  full  well ; 
 For  I  his  mercy  have  not  miss'd, 
 And  I  am  black  as  hell. 
 
 8  Thus  Christians  glorify  the    Lord; 
 
 His  Spirit  joins  with  ours, 
 
 In  bearing  witness  to  his  word, 
 
 With  all  its  saving  powers. 
 
 90.    L.  M. 
 
 Come  and  see  free  grace  and   rigkteousnet* 
 in  Christ. 
 
 JESUS,  dear  name,  how  sweet  it  sounds 
 Replete  with  balm  for  all  my  wounds ! 
 His  word  declares  his  grace  is  free ; 
 Come,  needy  sinner,  come  and  see. 
 2  He  left  the  shining  courts  on  high, 
 Came  to  our  world  to  bleed  and  die ; 
 Jesus,  the  God,  hung  on  a  tree. 
 Come.  tliouglitle.os  sinner,  come  and  see. 
 
70         IMPUTED  righteous.m:ss 
 
 3  Your  sins  did  pierce  liis  bleeding  lieurL 
 Till  death  had  done  its  dreadful  part; 
 Yet  his  dear  love  still  burns  to  thcu  ; 
 Come,  trembling  sinner,  come  and  see. 
 
 4  His  blood  will  cleanse  the  foulest  stain. 
 And  make  the  filthy  leper  clean  ; 
 
 His  fountain  open  stands  for  thee  ; 
 Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  imd  see. 
 
 5  Tlie  garments  of  his  shining  face. 
 The  glorious  robe  of  righteousness, 
 In  this  array  thou  bright  shall  be ; 
 Come,  naked  sinner,  come  and  see. 
 
 ti  No  tongue  can  tell  what  glories  shine 
 In  our  Immanucl,  all  divine ; 
 O,  that,  in  sweetest  melody, 
 Each  heart  may  sing,  '  He  died  for  rne 
 
 Watts.J     91.    L.M. 
 
 Christ  our  loisdom,  riorJiteousness,  Sfc. 
 1  Cw.  i.  30. 
 
 BURIED  in  shadows  of  tlie  night. 
 We  lie  till  Christ  restores  the  light 
 Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind. 
 And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 
 
 '2  Our  guilty  soul?  are  drown'd  in  tears. 
 Till  his  atoning  blood  appears; 
 Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 
 And  sing,  'the  Lord  our  righteousness 
 
 3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  sin  ; 
 His  spirit  makes  our   natures  clean ; 
 Such  virtues  from  his  suff'rings  flow, 
 At  once  to  cleanse  and  pardon  too. 
 
 I  Jesus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
 Binifijig  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains ; 
 
IMPUTED  WGHTEOUSNESS.  7  J 
 
 He  sets  the  pris'ners  Ijee,  and  breaks 
 The  iron  bondage  from  our  nocks. 
 5  Poor  helpless  worms  in  thee   possess 
 Grace,  wisdom,  power  and  righteousness , 
 Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 
 Give  our  whole  selves,  O  Lord,  tc   thee. 
 
 B 
 
 Hart.]     92.     C.  M. 
 
 Who  of  God  is  made  unto  us  wisdom,  and  right 
 (ousness,    and    sanctijication,    and    redemptior. 
 
 1  Cor.  i.  30. 
 ELIEVERS  own  they  are  but  bUnd ; 
 
 They  know  themselves  unwise ; 
 But  wisdom  in  the  Lord  they  find, 
 Who  opens  all  their  eyes. 
 
 2  Unrighteous  are  they  all,  when  tried ; 
 
 But  God  himself  declares, 
 In  Jesus  they  are  justified ; 
 His  righteousness  is  their's. 
 
 3  That  we're  unholy  needs  no  proof; 
 
 VVe  sorely  feel  the  fall  ;- 
 But  Christ  has  holiness  enough 
 To  sanctify  us  all. 
 
 4  Evnosed  by  sin  to  God's  just  wrath 
 
 We  look  to  Christ,  and  view 
 Redemption  in  his  blood  by  faith, 
 And  full  redemption  too. 
 
 5  Some  this,  some  that,  good  virtue  teacii, 
 
 To  rectify  the  soul ; 
 But  we  first  after  Jesus  reach, 
 
 And  richly  grasp  the  whole. 
 fi  To  Jesus  join'd,  we  all  that's  good. 
 
 From  him,  our  head,  derive; 
 We  eat  his  flesh  and  drink  his  blood, 
 
 And  hy  and  in  him  live. 
 
7^  ALMS. 
 
 ALMS. 
 
 93.    L.  M. 
 
 Colkction  fir  the  poor.     The  beneficence  •/  Chrux 
 for  our  imitation. 
 
 WHEN  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
 What  were  his  works  from  day  to  dav 
 Sweet  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
 'I'Jial  spread  salvation  through  our  race 
 
 2  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
 Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue ; 
 Let  alms  bestow'd,  let  kindness  done. 
 Be  witness'd  by  each  rolling  sun. 
 
 3  Tliat  man  may  last,  but  never  lives. 
 Who  much  receives  but  nothing  gives, 
 Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  tliank 
 Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank. 
 
 4  But  he  who  marks,  from  day  to  day, 
 In  generous  acts  his   radiant  way. 
 Treads  the  sai7ie  path  his  Saviour  trod. 
 'I'he  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 
 
 94.    L.  M. 
 
 Of  thrne  own  have  we  given  thee.  1  Chron.  .vxix.  14 
 
 THE  Lord  who  rules  the  world's  affairs 
 For  me  a  well-spread  board  prepare* 
 
 :VIy  grateful  thanks  to  him  sliall  rise ; 
 
 He  knows  my  wants,  tho.se  wants  supplied 
 'i  And  shall  I  grudge  to  give  his  poor 
 
 A  mite  fr^m  all  my  generous  store  1 
 
 No,  Lord ;  the  friends  of  thine  and  thee 
 
 Shall  always  find  a  friend  in  me. 
 3  My  grateful  heart  shall  feel  their  wens. 
 
 For  their  relief  shall   interpose ; 
 
 And,  of  the  bounties  I  receive, 
 
 I  chcerflil  will  a  portion  give. 
 
ALMS.  78 
 
 Hawbis.]     95.     88. 
 
 O  JESUS !  to  tell  of  thy  love, 
 My  soul  shall  forever  delight. 
 And  join  with  the  blessed  above, 
 
 In  praises  by  day  and  by  night ! 
 Whenever  I  follow  thee,  Lord, 
 
 Admiring,  adoring,  I  see 
 That  love,  which  was  stronger  than  death, 
 Flowing  out  to  a  sinner  like  me. 
 
 t  Descending  from  glory  on  high, 
 
 With  men  thou  delightest  to  dwell, 
 Contented  to  die  in  their  stead, 
 
 By  dying  to  save  them  from  hell. 
 Despising  the  cross  and  its  shame, 
 
 I  hear  thy  deep  groan  from  the  tree. 
 And  see  the  rich  blood  trickling  down. 
 
 It  was  shed  for  a  sinner  like  me. 
 
 '  Behold  him,  all  ye  that  pass  by, 
 
 This  man  so  acquainted  with  grief. 
 Ye  desperate,  helpless,  undone. 
 
 This  sacrifice  brings  you  relief, 
 Beneath  the  dark  shade  of  his  corpse, 
 
 Sin,  death,  and  the  grave  we  defy, 
 Since  Jesus  has  suffered  for  us, 
 
 It  is  gEun  for  believers  to  die. 
 
 Newtox.]     96.     L.  P. 
 
 REMEMBER  us,  we  pray  thee,  Lord, 
 With  those  who  love  thy  gracious  nam« 
 And  to  our  souls  that  good  afford. 
 Thy  promise  has  prepared  for  them. 
 
 2  To  us  thy  great  salvation  show, 
 Give  us  a  taste  o*"  love  divine  ; 
 
74        ORDINATION  OF  MINISTERS. 
 
 That  we,  thy  people's  joy  may  know. 
 And  in  their  boly  triumph  jein. 
 
 3  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  wM, 
 
 And  lead  me  to  thy  heavenly  hill ; 
 Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love 
 Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 
 
 ORDINATION  OF  MINISTERS 
 
 97.   L.  I\I. 
 
 People^s  prayer  for  their  minister. 
 
 Wl  ITH  heavenly  power,  O  Lord,  defemi 
 *  •      Him,  whom  we  now  to  thee  comi)ieiid 
 His  pcr'^on  bless,  his  soul  secure, 
 And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 
 
 2  Gird  liitn  with  all-sufficient  grace ; 
 Direct  liis  feet  in  patlis  of  peace; 
 Thy  truth  and  faithfulness  fulfil. 
 And  Jiclp  him  to  obey  thy  will. 
 
 3  Before  him  thy  protection  send ; 
 O,  love  him,  save  him  to  the  end; 
 Nor  let  him,  as  a  pilgrim,  rove 
 Witliout  the  convoy  of  thy  love. 
 
 4  Enlarge,  inflame,  and  fill  his  heart. 
 In  him  thy  mighty  power  exert, 
 That  thousands  yet  unborn  may  praise 
 The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 
 
 w 
 
 Hammond.]     98.     7s. 
 After  the  charge,     Prov.  xi.  30. 
 OIHjD  you  win  a  soul  to  God? 
 Teil  iiim  of  the  Saviour's  blood 
 
OKDLNATION  OF  UEACONS. 
 
 Say  Iiow  Jesus'  bowels  move ; 
 Tell  hi  in  of  redeeming  love. 
 
 2  Tell  him  how  the  streams  did  glide 
 From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side  • 
 How  his  licud  with  tliorns  was  crown'd. 
 And   his  heart  in  sorrow  drown'd. 
 
 3  Tell  him  how  lie  sulTer'd  death, 
 Freely  yielded  up  his  breath, 
 Died  and  rose  to   intercede, 
 
 As  our  advjcate  and  head. 
 
 4  Tell  him  it  was  sovereign  grace 
 Wrought  on  you  to  seek  his  face; 
 Made  you  clioose  the  better  part ; 
 Brought  salvation  to  your  heart 
 
 5  Tell  iiiin  of  that  liberty, 
 Wherewith  Jesus  makes  us  free: 
 Sweetly  speak  of  sins  forgiven, 
 Earnest  of  the  joys  of  heaven. 
 
 ORDINATION  OF  DEACONS. 
 
 J.  B.  Cook.]     99.     L.  M. 
 At  the  choice   of  a  Deacon. 
 
 THOU  sacred  sjririt,  heavenly  dove, 
 Distil  tliy  dews  of  joy  and  love ; 
 O'ersprcr.d  our  souls  with  rays  of  light, 
 And  guide  our  crrnijj   judgment  right 
 
 2  From  our  dear  bretliren  tauglit  thy  word 
 Fain  would  we  choose  a  Deacon,  Lcrd; 
 One,  who  may  fill  the  office  well. 
 
 And  in  the  faith  of  Christ  excel. 
 
 3  In  thee  we  trust,  on  tliec  depend, 
 Our  constant   never-failing  friend; 
 Assist  us.  Lord,  and  bless  our  choice. 
 And  in  thy  name  we  will  rejoice 
 
7W  BEFORE  SERMOW. 
 
 RECEIVING  OF  FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 100.    CM. 
 
 After  Baptism. 
 EXTERNAL  God,  now  smiJe  on  tlioae 
 ■^-^   Who,  hoping  in  thy  word, 
 This  day  have  pubHcly  declar'd 
 That  Jesus  is  their  Lord. 
 2  With  cheerful  feet  may  tliey  advance, 
 And  run  the  Christian  race, 
 And,  through  the  troubles  of  the  way. 
 Find  all-sufficient  grace. 
 
 101.    L.  M. 
 
 Admission  of  neio  jnemhers.     Gen.  xxiv.  3L 
 
 WELCOME,  ye  well-belov'd  of  God, 
 Ye  heirs  of  grace,  redeem'd  by  blood 
 Welcome,  vviLh  us  your  hands  to  join, 
 As  partners  of  our  lot  divine. 
 
 2  With  us  the  pilgrim's  state  embrace ; 
 We're  trav'IIing  to  a  blissful  place ; 
 The  Holy  Ghost,  who  knows  the  way, 
 Conducts  us  on  from  day  to  day. 
 
 3  Embrace  the  cross  and  bear  it  on 
 It  shall  be  light  and  not  be  long; 
 Soon  shall  we  sit  with  Jesus  down. 
 And  wear  an  everlasting  crown 
 
 BEFORE  SERMON. 
 
 102.    CM. 
 
 Haating  the  Gospel  net.     Luke  v.  5  •  John  xxL  € 
 
 "JYTOW,  while  the  Gospel  net  is  cast, 
 -'-  ■    Do  \\\o\u  O  Lord,  the  effort  own ; 
 
Bfc:FORE  SERMON.  V 
 
 From  numerous  disappointments  past. 
 
 Teach  us  to  hope  in  thee  alone. 
 May  this  be  a  much-favour'd  hour, 
 
 To  souls  in  Satan's  bondage  led  ; 
 O,  clothe  thy  word  with  sovereign  power. 
 
 To  break  the  rocks  and  raise  the  dead. 
 To  mourners  speak  a  cheering  word, 
 
 On  seeking  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine ; 
 Let  poor  backsliders  be  restor'd, 
 
 And  all  thy  saints  in  praises  join. 
 [O,  hear  our  prayer,  and  give  us  hope. 
 
 That  when  thy  voice  shall  call  us  home 
 Thon  still  wilt  raise  a  people  up, 
 
 To  love  and  praise  thee  in  our  room.] 
 
 Newton.]     103.     C.  M. 
 
 IVfOW,  Lord,  inspire  the  preacher's  hean 
 -^^    And  teach  his  tongue  to  speak: 
 Food  to  the  hungry  soul  impart. 
 
 And  cordials  to  the  weak. 
 2  Furnish  us  all  with  light  and  powers 
 
 To  walk  in  wisdom's  ways ; 
 So  shall  the  benefit  be  ours, 
 
 And  thou  shalt  have  the  praise. 
 
 H.^RT.]     104.    C.  IVI. 
 
 ^^NCE  more  we  come  before  our  Grod 
 ^^  Once  more  his   blessing  ask ; 
 O,  may  not  duty  seem  a  load, 
 
 Nor  worship  prove  a  task. 
 i  Father,  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  send 
 
 From  heaven,  in  .lesus'  name, 
 To  make  our  waiting  minds  attend. 
 
 And  put  our  souls  m  frame. 
 
75  BEFORE  SERMOiN. 
 
 3  iddy  we  receive  the  word  wc  htar, 
 
 Each  in  an  honest  heart ; 
 Hoard  up  the  j)rccious  treasure  there. 
 And  never  with  it  part 
 
 4  To  seek  thee  all  our  hearts  dispose, 
 
 To  each  thy  blessings  suit ; 
 And  let  the  seed  thy  servant  sows, 
 Produce  a  copious  fruit. 
 
 5  Bid  the  refreshing  nortli  wind,  wake ; 
 
 Say  to  the  south  wind,  blow ; 
 Let  every  plant  thy  power  jvirtake, 
 And  all  the  garden  grow. 
 
 6  Revive  the  parch'd  with  heavenly  showers 
 
 The  cold  with  warmth  divine  ; 
 And  as  the  benefit  is  ours, 
 Be  all  the  glory  thine. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     105.     L.  M. 
 
 Vke  booJcs  of  Nature  and  of  Scripture  compared 
 or,  the  glory  and  success  of  the  Gospel. 
 rilHE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
 -■-     In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 
 But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
 We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 
 
 2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light. 
 
 And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess 
 But  the  bless'd  volume  thou  hast  writ. 
 Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 
 
 3  Sun,  moon  and  stars,  convey  thy  praise 
 
 Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand 
 So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
 
 It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 
 
 4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gosj^el  rest, 
 
 Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run 
 Till  Christ  hath  all  the  nations  blest. 
 That  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun 
 
 I 
 
BEFORE  SERMON.  ly 
 
 5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
 
 Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light  : 
 Tliy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 
 
 Tliy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right 
 
 6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
 
 In  souls  renew'd,  and  sins  forgiven ; 
 Lord,  clo.insc  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
 And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heavei. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     106.     L.  M. 
 
 Longing  after  God ;  or,  the.  love  of  God  better 
 than  life. 
 /^  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim ; 
 ^J*    Tliou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest 
 The  glories  that  compose  thy  name, 
 Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  blest. 
 ^  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 
 Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  I 
 And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties ; 
 
 Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  witli  blood 
 
 3  With  heart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
 
 For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
 As  travellers,  in  thirsty  lands. 
 Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 
 
 4  With  early  feet,  I  love  t'  appear 
 
 Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face ; 
 Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there. 
 
 And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  grace. 
 
 5  Not  fruits  nor  wines  that  tempt  our  taste 
 
 Nor  all  the  joys  our  senses  know, 
 Could  make  me  so  divinely  blest. 
 Or  raise  my  cheerful  passions  so. 
 C   My  life  itself,  without  thy  love. 
 
 No  taste  of  pleasure  could  afford  j 
 
 TwoulH  but  a  tiresome  burden  prove» 
 
 If  I  were  banish'd  from  the  Lord. 
 
90  BEFORE  SERMON 
 
 7  Amidst  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
 
 When  busy  carrs  afflict  my  head, 
 
 One  tlioug-ht  of  thee  gives  new  delight. 
 
 And  adds  refreshment  to  my  bed. 
 
 8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
 
 Wliile  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  prais>e 
 This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice. 
 And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     107.     L.  M. 
 
 Ttic  enjoyment  of  Christ ;  or,  delight  in  worship' 
 "p^AR  from  my  thoughts,  vain   world,   be 
 -■-        gone, 
 
 Let  my  religious  hours  alontf: 
 Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see ; 
 I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 
 
 2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
 And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire ; 
 Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
 And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love 
 
 3  [The  trees  of  life  immortal  stand, 
 
 In  fragrant  rows  at  thy  right  hand ; 
 And  in  sweet  murmurs,  by  their  side, 
 Rivers  of  bliss  perpetual  glide. 
 
 4  Haste  then,' but  with  a  smiling  face, 
 And  spread  the  table  of  tliy  grace ; 
 Bring  do»vn  a  taste  of  truth  divine, 
 And  cheer  my  heart  with  sacred  wine.] 
 
 5  Bless'd  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare ! 
 How  sweet  thy  tntertainments  are . 
 Never  did  angels  taste  above. 
 Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 
 
 6  HaJ,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  ! 
 In  t))ee  tliy  Father's  glories  shine ; 
 Thou  briglrtest,  sweetest,  fairest  one, 
 Thai  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known 
 
KM'  KK  SERMON  81 
 
 Newton.]     108.    C.  M. 
 
 THY  promise,  Lord,  and  thy  coininimd, 
 Have  brought  us  here  to-day : 
 And  now  we  humbly  waiting-  stand. 
 
 To  hear  what  thou  wilt  say. 
 Meet  us  we  pray,  with  words  of  peace  ; 
 
 And  fill  our  hearts  witli  love  ; 
 That  from  our  follies  we  may  cease. 
 And  henceforth  faithful  prove. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     109.     L.  M. 
 
 lAfc,  the  day  of  Grace  and  Hope.     Eccles.  ix- 
 4,  6, 10. 
 
 T    IFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
 ■^-^  Tlie  time  t'  insure  the  great  revv.ird 
 And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn. 
 The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 
 
 2  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  given. 
 To  'scape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heaven ; 
 The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
 Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day.] 
 
 3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die. 
 But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie ; 
 
 Their  memVy  and  their  sense  is  gone, 
 Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 
 
 4  [Tlieir  hatred  and  their  love  is  lost. 
 Their  envy  buried  in  the  dust ; 
 They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  donp 
 Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun.] 
 
 5  Then  what  my  thoughts  c'esign  to  do. 
 My  hands  with  all  your  might  pursue; 
 5ince  no  device,  nor  work  is  foima, 
 Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground 
 
3  BETWEEN  l*K\Vth 
 
 6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pass'd 
 In  the  cold  grave,  to  which  we  haste , 
 But  darkness,  death,  and  long   despair, 
 Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     110.     CM. 
 
 breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit;  or^  fervency   f 
 devotion  desired. 
 
 COME,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
 With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers. 
 Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
 In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
 
 2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
 
 Fond  of  these  trifling  toys ; 
 Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
 To  reach  eternal  joys. 
 
 3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 
 
 In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
 Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
 And  our  devotion  dies. 
 
 4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 
 
 At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
 Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
 And  thine  to  us  so  great ! 
 
 5  Come  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  ; 
 
 With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers; 
 Ck)me  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 
 And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 
 
 BETWEEN  PRAYER  AND  SERMON 
 
 111.    CM. 
 
 The  divinity  of  Christ. 
 rilHEE  we  adore,  eternal  Word) 
 JL    The  Father's  equal  M»n  ; 
 
AND  SERMON.  ff<i 
 
 By  heaven's  obedient  hosts  ador'd, 
 Ere  time  its  course  begun. 
 
 2  The  first  creation  has  display'd 
 Thine  energy  divine  ; 
 For  not  a  single  thing  was  made 
 By  other  hands  than  thine. 
 
 S  But  ransom'd  sinners,  with  delight 
 Sublinrer  facts  survey  ; 
 The  all-creating  Word  unite 
 Himself  to  dust  and  clay. 
 
 (  See  the  Redeemer  clothed  in  flesh, 
 
 And  ask  the  reason  'Why  V 
 
 The  answer  fills  my  soul  airesh, 
 
 '  To  suffer,  bleed  and  die  I' 
 
 5  What  wonders  in  thy  person  meet 
 My  Saviour,  all  divine ! 
 I  fall  with  rapture  at  thy  feet, 
 And  would  be  wholly  thine. 
 
 112.    7s. 
 
 A  blessing  humbly  requested. 
 
 LORD,  we  come  before  thee  noi* 
 At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow : 
 O,  do  not  our  suit  disdain; 
 Shall  we  seek  thee.  Lord,  in  vain  ? 
 
 2  In  thy  own  appointed  way 
 Now  we  seek  thee  ;  here  we  stay , 
 Lrord,  fi-om  hence  we  would  not  gti 
 Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 
 
 ^  Send  some  message  from  thy  wort^ 
 That  may  joy  and  peace  afford; 
 Let  thy  spirit  now  impart 
 Full  salvuucr  to  fwch  heart 
 
$4  BErWEEN  PRAYER 
 
 4  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
 Thee,  a  God  supremely  kind ; 
 Heal  the  sick  ;  the  captive  free ; 
 Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 
 
 113.     7s. 
 
 Love  of  Jesus. 
 
 LOVE  divine,  how  sweet  the  sound 
 May  t)ie  tl>eme  on  earth   abound ; 
 May  the  hearts  of  saints  below 
 With  the  sacred  rapture  glow. 
 Love  amazing,  large  and  free ; 
 Love  unknown,  to  think  on  me  ! 
 Jesus,  of  thy  love  possess'd, 
 I  am  now,  and  shall  be  blest 
 Better  than  this  life  of  mine, 
 Saviour,  is  thy  love  divine ; 
 Drop  the  veil  and  let  me  see 
 Oceans  of  this  love  in  thee. 
 
 Beddosie.]     114.     S.  M. 
 
 He  beheld  the  city,  and  wept  over  it.     Luke 
 
 xix.  41. 
 
 DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep. 
 And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
 Let  i?«05vfs*/>f  penitential  grief 
 Burst  forti?,  from  ev'ry  eye. 
 •*  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 
 Angels  witl.i  wonder  see  , 
 Be  thou  aston'.sh'd,  O  my  soul! 
 7''.  ise  tears  were  shed  for  thee. 
 ?  'Te  wept  that  we  might  weep ; 
 Each  sin  demands  a  tear : 
 fn  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found 
 And  tliere  's  no  weeping  there. 
 
A  WD  SERMON.  ; 
 
 115.     L.  M. 
 
 fWlHOU,  who  for  sinners   once  wast  sla 
 -■-    Once  dead,  but  now  alive  a^-ain; 
 Give  me  to  know,  to  taste  and  prove 
 The  power  and  sweetness  of  thy  love. 
 2  Give  me  to  feel  my  sins  forgiven, 
 And  know  myself  an  heir  of  heaven ; 
 My  conscience  sprinkle  with  thy  blood, 
 Ajid  fill  me  with  the  love  of  God. 
 
 116.    8,  7,  4 
 
 Prayer  for  minister  and  people. 
 T^EAREST  Saviour,  help  thy  servant 
 -*-^  To  proclaim  tliy  wondrous  love , 
 Pour  thy  grace  upon  his  people. 
 
 That  tliy  truth  they  may  approve  : 
 Bless,  O  bless  them, 
 From  thy  shining  courts  above. 
 2  Now  thy  gracious  word  invites  them 
 
 To  partake  the  gospel  feast 
 Let  thy  spirit  sweetly  draw  them, 
 
 Ev'ry  soul  be  Jesus'  guest  I 
 O,  receive  us. 
 Let  us  find  the  promis'd  rest. 
 
 IIT.    L  M. 
 
 fny  in  heaven  for  a  repenting  sinner.     Luke  rv.  7 
 
 WHO  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 
 Through  all  tlie  courts  of  paradise 
 To  see  a  prodigal  return, 
 To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 
 3  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
 The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 
 The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  sees 
 The  purchase  of  b's  agonies. 
 
S6  BETWEEN  PRAYER 
 
 3  The  Spiri:  takes  delight  to  view 
 The  holy  soul  he  form'd  anew; 
 And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
 The  growing  empire  of  their  King 
 
 Watts.]     118.     C.  M.    A  blessed  Gospel 
 
 BLEST  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  kjio< 
 The  Gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
 Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
 And  light  their  steps  around. 
 
 3  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up, 
 Through  their  Redeemer's  name; 
 His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 
 Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 
 
 3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 
 StreJigth  and  salvation  gives; 
 J'Csus,  our  King,  for  ever  reigns, 
 Our  God  for  ever  lives. 
 
 119.     Forms  vain  without  religion, 
 
 ALMIGHTY  Maker,  God, 
 How  wondrous  is  thy  name! 
 Thy  glories  how  ditfused  abroad 
 Through  the  creation's  frame! 
 
 2  Nature,  in  every  dress, 
 
 Her  humble  homage  pays, 
 And  finds  a  thousand  ways  t'  express 
 
 Thine  undissembled  praise. 
 ?  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 
 To  her  Creator  too; 
 Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
 A  B  1  pay  the  worship  due. 
 
\  M  »  ^JIRM ON 
 
 Create  my  soul  anew, 
 
 Else  all  my  worship's  vam, 
 This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  be  n^ue, 
 
 Until  'tis  formed  again. 
 Let  joy  and  worship  spend 
 
 The  remnant  of  my  days, 
 And  to  my  God  my  soul  ascend 
 
 In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 
 
 Watts.]     120.     L.  M. 
 
 //ope  in  the  Covenant.     Heb.  vi.  17 — 19. 
 
 HOW  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 
 To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  God 
 But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 
 And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 
 
 2  The  oatli  and  promise  of  the  Lord 
 
 Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace ; 
 Eternal  power  performs  the  word, 
 
 And  fills  all  heaven  with  endless  praise 
 
 3  Amidst  temptations  sharp  and  long. 
 
 My  soul  to  this  dear  refijge  flies , 
 Hope  is  my  anchor  firm  and  strong. 
 While  tempests  blow  and  billows  rise 
 
 4  The  gospel  bears  my  spirit  up ; 
 
 A  faithful  and    unchanging  God 
 Lays  the  foundation  of  my  hope 
 In  oaths,  in  promises  and  blood. 
 
 Steele.]     121.    C  M. 
 
 JESUS !   in  thy  transporting  nam* 
 What  blissfiil  glories  rise  ! 
 Jesus,  the  angels'  sweetest  theme, 
 
 The  wonder  of  the  skies! 
 Well  might  the  skies  with  wonder  vk« 
 
 A  love  so  strange  as  thine ! 
 No  thought  of  angels  ever  knew 
 ^ompassi'in  so  divine. 
 
1^  BETWEEiN  lUAytK 
 
 3  Jesus,  and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky 
 
 For  miseries  and  woes  ? 
 And  didst  thou  bleed,  and  groan,  and  die, 
 For  vile,  rebellious  foa,  ? 
 
 4  [Victorious  love  I    can  language  tell 
 
 The  wonders  of  thy  power, 
 Which  conquer'd  all  the  force  of  heU 
 In  that  tremendous  hour  ? 
 
 5  What  glad  return  can   I  impart 
 
 For  favours  so  divine  ? 
 O,  take  my  heart,  this  worthless  heart. 
 And  n  ake  it  only  thine.] 
 
 il!S2.     S.  M.     Hungry  for  spiritttal  food, 
 
 HUNGRY,  and  faint,  and  poor. 
 Behold  us,  Lord,  again 
 Assembled  at  th}'  mercy's  door, 
 Thy  bountv  to  obtain. 
 I  Thy  word  invites  us  nigh. 
 Or  we  must  starve  indeed  , 
 For  we  no  money  have  to  buy. 
 No  righteousness  to  plead. 
 I  The  food  our  spirits  want 
 Thy  hand  alone  can  give  ; 
 O,  hear  tlie  pray'r  of  faith,  and  grant 
 That  we  may  cat  and  live. 
 
 DossEY.]     1123.     S.  M. 
 Divine   assistance   invoked. 
 
 ASSIST  thy  servant,   Lord, 
 The  gospel  to  proclaim ; 
 Let  |X)wer  and  love  attend  the  word, 
 And  every  breast  inflame. 
 2  Bid  unbelief  depart ; 
 
 Banish  the  fear  of  man : 
 
AND  SERMON. 
 
 Take  full  possession  ol*  his  heart. 
 
 And  glorify  thy  name. 
 3  Make  stubborn  sinners  bend 
 
 To  thy  divine  control ; 
 Constrain  the  wand'ring  to  attend, 
 
 And  make  the  womided  whole. 
 (   Extend  thy  conqu'ring  arm, 
 
 With  banner  wide  unfurl'd, 
 Until  thy  glorious  grace  shall  charm 
 
 And  harmonize  tht  world. 
 
 Watts.]     124.     L.  M. 
 
 THIS  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show  , 
 But  the  bright  world,  to  which  we  go 
 
 Hatli  joys  substantial  and  sincere; 
 
 When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 
 2  O  glorious  hour  I   O  blest  abode  I 
 
 I  sliall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
 
 And  flf!sh  and  sin  no  more  control 
 
 The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 
 J  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
 
 Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  s®und  ; 
 
 Then  burst  the  chains  with  swe-^t  surprise 
 
 And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise 
 
 125.     L.  M. 
 
 Desiring  communion  icith  God. 
 ■jyS"Y  rising  soul,  with  strong  desires, 
 ITA  Tq  perfect  happiness  aspires ; 
 With  steady  steps  would  tread  the  road. 
 That  leads  to  heaven,  that  leads  to  Grod 
 I  tJiirst  to  drink  unmingled  love 
 From  tlie  pure  fountain-head  above  : 
 My  dearest  Lord,  I  long  to  be 
 ^ynniv  o'  pin  and  full  of  thee. 
 
M)  AFTER  SERMON. 
 
 4  For  thee  I  pant,  for  thee  I  burn; 
 Art  thou  withdrawn  ?   again  return  ; 
 Nor  let  nie  be  tlie  first  to  say 
 Thou  wilt  not  hear  when  sinners  prs.y 
 
 Watts.]     126.     L.  M. 
 
 The  love  of  Christ  shed  abroad  in  the  heart. 
 
 COME  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwel'. 
 By  faitli  and  love,  in  ev'ry  breast; 
 Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel. 
 The  joys  that  cannot  be  express'd. 
 I  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength 
 Make  our  enlarged  souls  |K)sses8 
 And  leam  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length, 
 Of  thin  3  immeasurable  grace. 
 I  Now  to  tt)     God,  whose  power  can  do 
 More  than     ur  thoughts  and  wishes  knovi 
 Be  everla&ang  honours  done 
 By  all  the  church  through  Christ  his  Son 
 
 AFTER  SERMON. 
 
 Newton.  J     127.    C.  M. 
 
 Faith'    review  and  expectation.     1  Chron.  xvii 
 16, 17. 
 \  MAZING  grace !  (how  sweet  the  sound 
 -^*-  That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me ; 
 I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found. 
 Was  blind,  but  now  I  see  I 
 
 2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  feu- 
 
 And  grace  my  fears   reliev'd ; 
 How  precious  did  that  grace  appea''. 
 The  hour  I  first  believ'd  ! 
 
 3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snarM: 
 
 I  have  already  come; 
 
AFTER  SERMOJN.  91 
 
 *Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far. 
 And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 
 
 4  The  Lord  has  promis'd  good  to  me; 
 
 His  word  my  hope  secures ; 
 He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
 As  long  as  life  endures. 
 
 5  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  faL 
 
 And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
 I  shall  possess  within  the  vail, 
 A  life  of  joy  in  peace. 
 
 6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow 
 
 The  sun  forbe;ir  to  shine; 
 But  God,  who  coll'd  me  here  below, 
 Will  be  for  ever  mine. 
 
 12S.    L.M. 
 
 DISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord, 
 Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word. 
 All  that  lias  been  amiss  forgive. 
 And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 
 3  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good 
 Wash  all  our  souls  in  Jesus'  blood. 
 Give  every  fetter'd  soul  release, 
 And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 
 
 129.    S.  M. 
 
 ONCE  more  before  we  part, 
 We'U  bless  the  Saviour's  name, 
 Record  his  mercies,  every  heart, 
 Sing  every  tongue  the  same. 
 3  Hoard  up  his  sacred  word. 
 
 And  feed  thereon,  and  grow; 
 
 Qo  on,  and  seek  to  know  tiie  Lord 
 
 And  practise  what  you  know. 
 
L 
 
 92  AFTER  SERMOiN. 
 
 130. 
 
 OliD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  ble^'ng 
 Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  anu       ace. 
 Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
 Triumph  in  rcdecminfj  grace. 
 O  refresh  us,  O  refresh  us, 
 Travelling  througJi  tliis  wilJerneBs. 
 '2  Thanks  we  give,  and    adoration. 
 For  thy  (iosncl's  joyful  sound  ; 
 May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
 In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound; 
 
 Ever  faithful,  ever  faithful 
 To  the  truth,  may  we  be  found. 
 3  So,  whene'er  the  signal 's  given, 
 Us  from  earth  to  call  away. 
 Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
 Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 
 
 May  we  ever,  may  we  ever 
 Reign  with  Clirist  in  endless  day 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     131.     S.  M. 
 
 The  passion  and  exaltation  of  Christ 
 
 COME,  all  harmonious  tongues. 
 Your  noblest  music   bring; 
 'Tis  Christ  the  everlasting  God, 
 
 And  Christ  the  man  we  sing. 
 Tell  how  he  took  our  flesh, 
 
 To  take  away  our   guilt; 
 Sing  the  dear  drops  of  sacred  bloc<i. 
 
 That  hellish  monsters  spilt. 
 [Alas  !  the  cruel  spear 
 
 Went  deep  into  his  side, 
 And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 
 
 Their  murd'rous  weapons  dved.l 
 
AFTER  SERMON.  QQ 
 
 [The  waves  of  swelling-  grief 
 
 Did  o'er  his  bosom  roll, 
 And  mountains  of  Almighty  wrath 
 
 Lay  heavy  on  his  soul.] 
 Down  to  the  shades  of  death 
 
 He  bow'd  his  awful  head  ; 
 Yet  he  arose  to  live  and  reign 
 
 When  death  itself  is  dead. 
 No  more  the  bloody  spear, 
 
 The  cross  and  nails  no  more ; 
 For  hell  itself  shakes  at  his  name, 
 
 And  all  the  heavens  adore. 
 There  the  Redeemer  sits, 
 
 High  on  the  Father's  throne : 
 The  Fatlicr  lays  his  vengeance  by. 
 
 And  smiles  upon  his  Son. 
 There  his  full  glories  shine 
 
 With  uncreated  rays. 
 And  bless  his  saints'  and  angels    eyes, 
 To  everlasting  days. 
 
 DODDRIDGK.]      132.     C.  M. 
 T^e  condescending  grace  of  Christ.   Mat-  xx.  28 
 ^AVIOUR  of  men,  and  Lord  of  love, 
 •^  How  sweet  thy  gracious  name! 
 With  joy  that  errand  we  review. 
 On  which  thy  mercy  came. 
 *  While  all  thy  ovkTi  angelic  bands 
 Stood  waiting  on  the  wing, 
 ('harm'd  with  the  honour  to  obey 
 Their  great  eternal  King. 
 i  ^-^r  us,  mean,  wretched,  oinfuJ  raenu 
 Ihou  laid'st  that  glory  by, 
 First,  in  our  mortal  flesh  to  serve; 
 Then,  in  that  ^esh  to  die 
 
iM  AFTER  SERMON. 
 
 4  Bought  with  Uiy  service  and  thy  blood, 
 We  doubly,  Lord,  are  thine ; 
 To  thee  our  lives  we  would  devote, 
 To  thee  our  death  resign. 
 
 Watts.]     133.     L.  M. 
 
 SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
 The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 
 So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
 To  prove  the  doctrine  eiII  divine. 
 
 2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
 The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God, 
 When  the  salvation  reigns  within, 
 And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 
 
 3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
 Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride  ; 
 While  justice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  lov« 
 Our  inward  piety  approve. 
 
 4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
 While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
 The  briglit  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
 And  faitli  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 
 
 134.    7s. 
 
 THANKS  for  mercies  past  receive 
 Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
 Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live. 
 With  eternity  in  view. 
 
 2  Bless  thy  word  to  old  and  young; 
 
 Grant  us,  Lord,  thy  peace  and  love; 
 And,  when  life's  short  race  is  run. 
 Take  us  to  thy  house  above. 
 
Al-TER  SERMON  Qf 
 
 135.     Parting  Song. 
 
 NOW  brethren,  ere  we  part, 
 Let's  join  to  praise  our  God 
 His  love  fill  every  heart, 
 
 While  we  are  on  the  road  : 
 'Tis  sweet  to  feel  our  Saviour's  lo'>e^ 
 But  sweeter  still  in  heaven  above. 
 ^  There  we  shall  meet  again. 
 
 Should  we  ne'er  meet  on  earth; 
 We'll  see  our  Saviour's  face, 
 
 And  sing  our  heavenly  birth; 
 Our  parting  end,  while  we  adore 
 Our  blessed  God  for  ever  more. 
 3  But  let  us  ne'er  forget 
 
 To  beg  our  children  dear 
 To  come  to  Christ,  our  Lord, 
 
 And  seek  him  while  he 's  near : 
 May  we  all  meet  in  heaven  above, 
 And  join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 
 
 136.    L.  M. 
 
 PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessing?  f»j», 
 Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
 Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  hosts. 
 Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 
 
 Watts.]     137.    C  M. 
 
 LET  God  the  Father,  and  th«  San, 
 And  Spirit,  be  ador'd. 
 Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  kno«n 
 Or  Saints  to  love  tlie  Lord. 
 
 O 
 
 138.    S.M. 
 
 UR  Father  God  adore, 
 And  praise 'his  equal  Son 
 
(10  THE  CHRISTIAl>i. 
 
 The  spirit  bless  for  evermore. 
 Three  mysteries  in  one. 
 
 139.     L.  M. 
 
 TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
 And  God  the  Sjnrit,  three  in  one 
 Be  honour,  praise  and  glory  given 
 Bv  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven 
 
 140.    CM. 
 
 TO  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son 
 And  Spirit,  all  divine. 
 The  one  in  tlirec,  and  three  in  one. 
 Let  saints  and  angels  join. 
 
 H 
 
 141.    L.  M 
 
 AIL,  Father !  hail,  eternal  Son ! 
 
 Hail,  sacred  Spirit,  three  in  one. 
 Blessings  and  thanks,  and  poAver  divin* 
 Thrice  holy  Lord,  be  ever  thine  I 
 
 THE  CHRISTIAN. 
 
 CowpER.]     142.     C.  M. 
 The  contrite  heart.     Isaiah  Ivii.  15. 
 
 THE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 
 On  contrite  hearts  bestow; 
 Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
 
 A  contrite  heart  or  no  ? 
 /  bear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain. 
 
 Insensible  as  steel; 
 If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain. 
 To  find  I  cannot  feel 
 
THE  CHRISTJAIW  .  9^ 
 
 3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclin'd 
 
 To  love  thee,  if  I  could  ; 
 
 But  often  feel  another  mind, 
 
 Averse  to  all  that's  good. 
 
 4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and   few, 
 
 I  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 
 But  when  I  cry,  '  my  strength  renew 
 Seem  weaker  than  before. 
 
 5  Thy  saints  are  comforted  I  know. 
 
 And  love  thy  house  of  prayer  ; 
 I   therefore  go  where  others  go, 
 But  find  no  comfort  there. 
 
 6  O,  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache, 
 
 Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 
 And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break, 
 And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 
 
 CowpER.]     143.     C.  M. 
 Jehovah  our  righteousness.     Jer.  xxiii.  b. 
 
 "[VrY  God,  how  perfect  are  thy  ways! 
 -"-^-^   But  mine  polluted  are  ', 
 Sin  twines  itself  about  my  praise. 
 And  slides  into  my  prayer. 
 2  If  I  would  speak  what  thou  hast  done 
 To  save  me  from  my  sin, 
 I  cannot  make  thy  mercies  known, 
 But  self-applause  creeps  in. 
 S  Divine  desire,  that  holy  flame 
 Thy  grace  creates  in  me, 
 Alas  I  impatience  is  its  name. 
 When  it  returns  to  thee. 
 t  This  heart,  a  fountain  of  vile  thoug-hti, 
 How  does  it  overflow  ' 
 While  self  upon  the  surface  fluuuj, 
 "•itill  bubbling  from  below 
 7 
 
Uei  THE  CHRISTIAIN. 
 
 a  Let  others  in  tlie  gaudy  dress 
 or  fancied  merit  shine  ; 
 The  Lord  shall  be  my  righteousness. 
 The  Lord  for  ever  mine. 
 
 Dr.  Doddridge.]     144.     CM. 
 /  «MS,  precious  to  them  that  believe.    1  Petei  li 
 TESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name ; 
 •^    'Tis  music  to  my  ear  ; 
 Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
 That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 
 '2  Yos,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 
 My  transport  and   my  trust  ; 
 •lewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
 And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 
 .3  All  my  capacious  |)o\vers  can  wish, 
 In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
 Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
 Nor  friondt-hip  half  so  sweet. 
 
 4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart. 
 
 And  shed  its  fragrance  there ; 
 The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
 Tlic  cordial  of  its  care. 
 
 5  I'll  speak  the  honours  of  thy  name. 
 
 With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 
 And  dying,  clasp  tlicc  in  my  arms. 
 The  antidote  of  deatli. 
 
 145.     C.  M. 
 
 Self-denial.     Mark  viii.  34  ;  Luke  ix.  29. 
 
 \ND  must  I  j)art  with  all  I  have, 
 My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee  ? 
 It  is  but  right,  since  thou  hast  dont 
 Much  more  than  tliis  for  Tie. 
 
THE  CHRISTIAN  01 
 
 Yes,  let  it  go;  one  look  from  thee 
 
 Will  more  than  make  amends 
 For  all  tlie  losses  I  sustain. 
 
 Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 
 Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 
 
 How  worthless  they  appear. 
 Compared  with  thee,  supremely  good. 
 
 Divinely  bright  and  fair ! 
 Saviour  of  souls,  could  I  from  thee 
 
 A  single  smile  obtain. 
 Though  destitute  of  all  things  else, 
 
 I'd  glory  in  my  gain. 
 
 Dr.  Watts'  Lyric  Poems.]     146.     S  M. 
 
 U'mfession  and  Pardon.     1  John  i.   9  ;    Pro' 
 xxviii.  18. 
 
 MY  sorroves,  like  a  flood. 
 Impatient  of  restraint. 
 Into  thy  bosom,  O  my  God, 
 Pour  out  a  long  complaint. 
 
 2  This  impious  heart  of  mine 
 
 Could  once  defy  the  Lord; 
 Could  rush  with  violence  on  to  siii. 
 In  presence  of  thy  sword. 
 
 3  How  often  have  I  stood 
 
 A  rebel  to  the  skies, 
 And  yet,  and  yet,  O  matchless  grawc 
 Thy  thunder  silent  lies. 
 
 4  O,  shall  I  never  feel 
 
 The  meltings  oi  thy  love  ? 
 Am  I  of  such  hell-hfirden'd  stoel 
 That  mercy  cannot  move? 
 
 5  O'ercome  by  dying  love, 
 
 H«re  at  thy  cross  I  lie* 
 
100  THE  CHRISrnAN. 
 
 And  throw  my  flesh,  my  soul,  my  alL 
 And  weep,  and  love,   and  die. 
 
 6  '  Rise,'  says  the  Saviour,  '  rise. 
 
 Behold  my  wounded  veins; 
 Here  flows  a  sacred,  crimson  flood, 
 To  wash  away  thy  stains.' 
 
 7  See,  God  is  reconcil'd  I 
 
 Behold  his  smiling  face  I 
 Let  joyful  cherubs   clap  their  wings, 
 And  sound  aloud  his  grace. 
 
 Newton.]     147.     L.  M. 
 
 Prayer  answered  by  crosses. 
 
 T  ASK'D  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
 
 -■-  In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace ; 
 
 Might  more  of  his  salvation  know. 
 
 And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 
 
 2  'Twas  he,  who  taught  me  first  to  pray, 
 
 And  he,  I  trust,  has  answer'd  prayer 
 But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way. 
 As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 
 
 3  I  hoped  that  in  some  favour'd  hour. 
 
 At  once  he'd  answer  my  request ; 
 And  by  his  love's  constraining  power 
 Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest 
 
 4  Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 
 
 The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart. 
 And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 
 Assault  my  soul  in  every  part 
 
 5  Yes,  more  ;  with  his  own  hand  he  seemU 
 
 Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe ; 
 Cross'd  all  tlie  fair  designs  I  schem'd, 
 Blasted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 
 %  *  Lord,  why  is  this  V  I  trembling  cried, 
 '  Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death 
 
THE  CHRISTIAN.  101 
 
 **Ti8  in  this  way,'  the  Lord  replied, 
 *  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith. 
 
 '  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 
 
 '  From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free ; 
 
 '  And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
 '  That  thou  raay'st  seek  thy  all  in  me 
 
 Fawcett.]     148.    C  M 
 Inward  Religion.    James  i.  27. 
 
 RELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 
 Of  mortals  liere  below ; 
 May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
 
 Its  sovereign  virtue  know. 
 More  needful  this,  than  glittering  wealtJu 
 
 Or  aught  the  world  bestows ; 
 Not  reputation,  food,  or  health. 
 
 Can  give  us  such  repose. 
 Religion  should  our  tlioughts  engage, 
 
 Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  ; 
 'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age. 
 
 And  for  the  awful  tomb. 
 O,  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renewed. 
 
 Be  my  Redeemer's   throne; 
 And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd. 
 
 His  government  to  own. 
 Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love 
 
 Be  join'd  with  godly  fear  ; 
 And  all  my  conversation  prove 
 
 My  heart  to  be  sincere. 
 Preserve  me  from  the  snares  of  sin, 
 
 Through  my  remaining  days; 
 And  in  me  let  eaih  virtue  shine 
 
 To  mv  Redeemer's  praise. 
 
102  THE  CHRISTIAN. 
 
 7  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire; 
 Let  warm  affections  rise ; 
 And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire, 
 To  mount  above  the  skies 
 
 149.    L.  M. 
 
 AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
 And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise 
 He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  ; 
 His  loving  kindness,  O   how  free  ! 
 
 2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
 Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all 
 He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate. 
 His  loving-kindness,  O  how  great  I 
 
 3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes. 
 Tliougli  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
 He  safely  leads  my  soul  along  ; 
 
 His  loving-kindness,  O  how  strong  I 
 
 4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud. 
 Has  gather'd  tliick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
 He  near  my  soul   has  always  stood , 
 His   loving-kindness,  O  liow  good  I 
 
 5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
 Pioiie  from  my  Jesus  to  depart; 
 But  thougli  I  have  liim  oft  forgot, 
 His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 
 
 6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
 Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
 O,  may  my  last  expiring  breatli 
 
 His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death  1 
 
 7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
 To  the  brigiit  world  of  endless  day. 
 And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise 
 His  loving-kindness  in  tlie  skies. 
 
THE  CHRISTIAN.  VKi 
 
 WkSLEV's  Cor.LKCTION.j      150.      S.   M 
 
 r  WANT  a  heart  to  pray, 
 ■■    T  J  pray  and  never  cease ; 
 Never  to  murmur  at  tijy  stay, 
 Or  wish  my  suff'rings  less 
 
 2  'I'his  blessing  above  all, 
 
 Always  to  pray,  I  want; 
 Out  on  the  deep  on  thee  to  call. 
 And  never,  never  faint 
 
 3  I  want  a  true  regard, 
 
 A  single,  steady  aim, 
 Unmov'd  by  thrcat'nings  or  reward- 
 To  thee  and  thy  great  name. 
 
 4  A  jealous,  just  concern 
 
 For  thine  immortal   praise ; 
 A  pure  desire,  that  all  may  leam 
 And  glorify  tliy  grace. 
 
 5  I  want  with  all  my  heart. 
 
 Thy  pleasure  to  fulfil ; 
 To  know  myself,  and  wJiat  thou  art. 
 And  what  thy  perfect  will. 
 
 6  I  want,  I  know  not  what ; 
 
 I  want  my  wants  to  see  ; 
 
 I  want — alas  I  wJiat  want  I  not 
 
 When  thou  art  not  in  me  ? 
 
 Newton.J     151.    S.  M. 
 
 The  good  that  I  would ^  I  do  not.     Rom.  vii.  19 
 
 T  WOULD,  but  cannot,  sing; 
 -■-  Guilt  has  untun'd  my  voice  ; 
 The  serpent,  sin's  envenomed  sting, 
 Has  poison'd  all  my  joys. 
 
 2  I  know  the  Lord  is  nigh, 
 
 And  would,  but  cannot,  pray; 
 
104  Tlli:  CHRISTIAN. 
 
 Fur  Satan  meets  me  when  I  try 
 And  frig^Iits  my  soul  away. 
 
 3  I   would,  but  can't  repent, 
 
 Tiiougli  I  endeavour  oft ; 
 This  stony  heart  can  ne'er  relent. 
 Till  Jesus  make  it  soft. 
 
 4  1   would,  but  cannot,  love, 
 
 Though  vvoo'd  by  love  divine; 
 No  arguments  have  power  to  move 
 A  soul  so  base  as  mine. 
 
 5  I  would,  but  cannot,  rest 
 
 In  God's  most  holy  will ; 
 I  know  what  he  appoints  is  best. 
 Yet  murmur  at  it  still. 
 
 6  O,  could  I  but  believe. 
 
 Then  all  would  easy  be ; 
 I  would,  l)ut  cannot — Lord,  relieve, 
 My  help  must  come  from  thee. 
 
 7  But  if  indeed  I  would, 
 
 Though  I  can  nothing  do ; 
 Yet  the  desire  is  something   good, 
 For  which  my  praise  is  due. 
 
 8  By  nature  prone  to  ill, 
 
 Till  thine  api)ointed  hour, 
 I  was  as  destitute  of  will, 
 As  now  I  am  of  power. 
 
 9  Wilt  thou  not  crown,  at  length, 
 
 The  work  thou  hast  begun ; 
 And  with  a  will,  afford  nie  strength. 
 In  all  thy  ways  to   run  ? 
 
 Newton.]     152.     C.  JM 
 O,  that  I  were  as  in  months  past !  Job  xxix.  2. 
 
 SWEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
 The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood. 
 
THE  CHRISTIAN  10ft 
 
 Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt. 
 
 And  bring  me   home  to  God ! 
 2  Soon  as  the  morn  tlie  light  rcveal'd, 
 
 His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue ; 
 And  when  the  evening  shades  prevail'd. 
 
 His  love  was  all  my  song. 
 !?  In  vain  the  tempter  spread  his  wiles ; 
 
 The  world  no  more  could  charm , 
 I  liv'd  upon  my  Saviour's  smiles, 
 
 And  lean'd  upon  his  arm. 
 
 4  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 
 
 And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 
 And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
 I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 
 
 5  Then  to  his  saints  I  often  spoke, 
 
 Of  what  his  love  had  done ; 
 But  now  my  heart  is  almost  broke, 
 For  all  my  joys  are  gone. 
 
 6  Now,  when  tlie  evening  shade  prevails. 
 
 My  soul  in  darkness  mourns ; 
 And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals. 
 No  light  to  me  returns. 
 
 7  My  prayers  are  now  a  chatt'ring  noise, 
 
 For  Jesus  hides  his  face ; 
 I  read,  the  promise  meets  my  eyes, 
 But  will  not  reach  my  case. 
 
 8  Now,  Satan  threatens  to  prevail. 
 
 And  make  my  soul  his  prey ; 
 Yet,  Lord,  thy  mercies  cmnot  fail, 
 3,  come  without  delay. 
 
 O 
 
 CowPER.]     153.     C  M. 
 
 Wmlking  with  God.    Gen.  v.  24. 
 
 H I  for  a  closer  walk  with  Grod 
 
 A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame* 
 
106  THE  CHRISTIAN. 
 
 A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road. 
 That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  I 
 
 2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I    knew, 
 
 Wlicn  I  obey'd  the  Lord  ? 
 Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view, 
 Of  Jesits,  and  his  word  ? 
 
 3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd  I 
 
 How  sweet  their  memory  still  I 
 But  they  have  left  an  aching  void, 
 The  world  can  never  fill. 
 
 4  Return,  O,  holy  Dove,  return, 
 
 Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
 I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn. 
 And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 
 
 5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
 
 Whate'er  that  idol  be. 
 Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
 And  worship  only  thee. 
 
 6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
 
 Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
 So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road. 
 That  leads  me  to  tiie  Lan-.b. 
 
 Dr.  Watts'  Sermons.]     154.     C.  M 
 
 O  that  I  knew  where  I  might  Jivd  him.     Job 
 xxiii.  3,  4. 
 
 OTHAT  I  knew  the  secret  place, 
 Where  I  might  find  my  God  I 
 I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face. 
 And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 
 2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 
 What  sorrow^s  I  sustain; 
 How  grace  decays  and  comfort  dies, 
 
 And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 
 He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take, 
 To  wrestle  with  my  God  : 
 
THE  CHRISTIAN.  [{)', 
 
 Vd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
 
 And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 
 My  God  will  pity  my  complaints. 
 
 And  heal  my  broken  bones ; 
 He  takes  the  meaning-  of  his  saints, 
 
 The  language  of  their  groans 
 Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress. 
 
 And  banish  every  fear ; 
 He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
 
 To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 
 
 155.     CM.     True  happiness. 
 
 HOW  happy  is  the  Christian's  state  ! 
 His  sins  are  all  forgiven  ; 
 A  cheering  ray  confirms  the  grace, 
 And  litis  his  hopes  to  heaven. 
 
 2  Though  in  the  rugged  path  of  life, 
 
 He  heaves  the  pensive  sigh ; 
 Yet,  trusting  in  his  God,  he  finds 
 Delivering  grace  is  nigh. 
 
 3  If  to  prevent  his  wand'ring  steps. 
 
 He  feels  the  chast'ning  rod, 
 The  gentle  stroke  shall  bring  him  back 
 To  his  forgiving  Gud. 
 
 4  And  when  the  welcome  message  comes 
 
 To  call  his  soul   away, 
 His  soul  in  rapture  shall  ascend 
 To  everlasting  day. 
 
 Newton.]     156.      7s. 
 
 Graces  of  the  Spirit. 
 
 Tills  a  point  1  long  to  know, 
 
 -*-    (Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought,) 
 Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no? 
 Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 
 
108  THE  CHRISTIAN 
 
 2  If  I  love,  wliy  am  I  tlius  ? 
 
 Why  Lliis  doll  and  lifeless  frame  '. 
 Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
 Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 
 
 3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remajn. 
 
 Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
 Every  trifle  give  me  pain. 
 If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 
 
 4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within. 
 
 All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild  ; 
 Fill'd  with  mibelief  and  sin, 
 Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 
 
 5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
 
 Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do  ; 
 You  that  love,  the  Lord  indeed. 
 Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you? 
 R  Yet,  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will ; 
 Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall , 
 Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel. 
 If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 
 7  Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet, 
 
 Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd, 
 Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet. 
 If  1  did  not  love  the  Lord? 
 ^  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case ; 
 Tliom  who  art  thy  people's  Sun, 
 Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
 If  it  be  indeed  begmi. 
 9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and   more. 
 If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
 If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
 Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 
 
 w 
 
 Fawcett.]     157.    C.  M. 
 
 ITH  melting  heart,  and  weeping  eye* 
 JMy  guilty  soul  for  mercv  cries 
 
THE  CHRISTIAN  1()9 
 
 What  shall  I  do  or  whitlier  flee, 
 
 T'  escape  that  vengeance  due  to  ;ne  ? 
 
 2  Till  now,  I  saw  no  danger  nigh  : 
 I  liv'd  at  ease,  nor  fear'd  to  die ; 
 Wrapt  up  in  self-conceit  and  pride, 
 
 '  I  shall  have  peace  at  last,'  I  cried. 
 
 3  B'ut  when,  great  God,  thy  light  divine 
 Had  shone  on  this  dark  soul  of  mine. 
 Then  I  beheld,  with  trembling  awe. 
 The  terrors  of  thy  holy  law. 
 
 4  How  dreadful  now  my  guilt  appears, 
 
 In  childhood,  youth,  and  growing  years 
 Before  thy  pure,  discerning  eye, 
 Lord,  what  a  filthy  wretch  am  1 1 
 
 5  Should  vengeance  still  my  soul  pursue. 
 Death  and  destruction  are  my  due ; 
 Yet  mercy  can  my  guilt  forgive. 
 And  bid  a  dying  sinner  live. 
 
 i)  Does  not  thy  sacred  word  proclaim 
 Salvation  free,  in  Jesus'*  name  ? 
 To  him  I  look,  and  humbly  cry, 
 '  O  save  a  wretch  condemn'd  to  die  I" 
 
 Dr.  S.  Stennett.]     158.     S.  M. 
 
 Praise  for  conversion.     Psalms  Ixvi.  1ft 
 
 COME,  ye  that  fear  the  Lord, 
 And  listen  while  I  tell. 
 How  narrowly  my  feet  escap'd 
 
 The  snares  of  death  and  hell. 
 The  flatt'ring  joys  of  sense 
 
 Assail'd  my  foolish  heart. 
 While  Satan,  with  malicious  skill, 
 
 Guided  the  pois'nous  dart 
 I  fell  beneath  the  stroke 
 
 But  fell  to  rise  again ; 
 
10  THE  CHRISTIAN. 
 
 My  anguish  rous'd  me  into  life, 
 And  pleasure  sprung  from  pain. 
 4  Darkness    and  shame  and  grief, 
 Oppress'd  my  gloomy  mind; 
 I  look'd  an>und  me  for  relief, 
 But  no  relief  could  find. 
 6  At  length  to  God  I  cried; 
 
 He  heard  my  plaintive  sigh ; 
 He  heard,  and  instantly  he  sent 
 Salvation  from  on  high. 
 6  My  drooping  head  he  raised. 
 
 My  bleeding  wounds  he  heal'd, 
 Pardon'd  my  sins,  and  with  a  smile 
 The  gracious  pardon  seal'd. 
 /  0,  may  I  ne'er  forget 
 
 The  mercy  of  my  God; 
 Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  spread 
 His  loudest  praise  abroad. 
 
 Mystetit.]     159.     Deut  xxxiii.  26 — S8 
 
 NONE  is  like  Jeshurun's  God! 
 So  great,  so  strong,  so  high! 
 Lo!  he  spreads  his  wings  abroaid. 
 
 He  rides  upon  the  sky ! 
 Israel  is  his  first-bom  son: 
 
 God,  the  eternal  God  is  thine; 
 See  him  in  thy  help  come  down, 
 
 The  excellence  divine, 
 t  Thee,  the  great  Jehovah  deigns 
 
 To  succour  and  defend; 
 Thee,  the  eternal  God  sustains, 
 
 Thy  maker  and  thy  friend : 
 My  soul,  what  hast  thou  to  dread  1 
 
 Safe  from  all  impending  harms. 
 Round  thee,  and  beneath  are  spie«d 
 
 The  everlasting  arms. 
 
thj:  chkistian's  conflict 
 
 God  is  thine;  diadain  to  fear 
 
 Thb  jnemy  within: 
 God  shall  in  thy  flesh  appear, 
 
 And  make  an  end  of  sin ; 
 God,  the  man  of  sin  shall  slay, 
 
 Fill  thee  with  triumphant  joy; 
 God  shall  tl.  -ist  them  out  and  say, 
 
 'Destroy  them  all,  destroy!' 
 All  the  struggle  then  is  o'er, 
 
 And  wars  and  fightings  cease; 
 Israel  then  shall  sin  no  more, 
 
 But  dwell  in  perfect  peace. 
 All  his  enemies  are  gone; 
 
 Sin  shall  have  in  him  no  part; 
 Israel  now  shall  dwell  alone. 
 
 With  Jesus  in  his  heart. 
 In  a  land  of  com  and  wine, 
 
 His  lot  shall  be  below: 
 Comforts  there  and  blessings  join. 
 
 And  milk  and  honey  flow. 
 Jacob's  fountain  in  his  soul. 
 
 Gracious  dews  his  heaven  distil. 
 Fill  his  soul,  already  full, 
 
 And  shall  for  ever  fiU. 
 
 J^HE  CHRISTIAN'S  CONFLICI 
 
 160.    S.  M. 
 
 Tht  evik  of  the  heart  lamented 
 
 ASTONISH'D  and  distress'd, 
 I  turn  my  eyes  within; 
 My  heart  with  guilt  oppressed, 
 The  seat  of  every  sin. 
 
 4  What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts, 
 What  vile  aflfections  there! 
 
n2        THE  CHRISTIAN'S  CONFUCT 
 
 Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile, 
 Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear. 
 
 3  Almighty  King  of  saints. 
 
 These  tyrant  lusts  subdue. 
 Expel  the  darkness  of  my  mind. 
 And  all  my  powers  /enew. 
 
 4  This  done,    my  cheerful  voice 
 
 Shall  loud  hosannas  raise ; 
 My  soul  sliall  then  rejoice. 
 My  lips  proclaim  thy  ^radse. 
 
 161.    CM. 
 
 A   Christian's  changes. 
 
 STRANGE  that  so  much  of  heaven   and 
 hell 
 Should  in  one  bosom  meet! 
 Lord,  can  tliy  spirit  ever  dwell 
 Where  Satan  has  a  seat  ? 
 
 2  Now  I  am  all  transform'd  to  love, 
 
 And  could  expire  in  praise  • 
 Anon,  not  all  the  joys  above 
 One  cheerful  note  can  raise. 
 
 3  By  faithless  hopes  and  golden  dreams, 
 
 I'm  tortur'd    or  betray'd ; 
 Still  toss'd  between  the  two  extremes. 
 
 Too  vain,  or  too  dismay'd. 
 Decide  the  dubious,  awful  case, 
 
 By  some  assuring  sign : 
 And  O,  may  thy  all-conquering   grace, 
 
 Demonstrate  I  am  thine 
 
 H 
 
 162.     L.  M. 
 
 Flesh  and  spirit  in  struggle, 
 OW  sad  and  awful  "s  my  state 
 The  very  tiling  I  do,  I  hate  ; 
 
THE  CHRISTIAN'S  CONFUCT.        113 
 
 When  I  to  God  draw  near  in  prayer, 
 I  feel  the  conflict  even  there. 
 
 2  I  mourn  because  I  cannot  mourn ; 
 I  hate  my  sin,  yet  cannot  turn ; 
 
 I  grieve  because  I  cannot  grieve ; 
 I  hear  tlie  truth,  but  can't  believe. 
 
 3  Yet  Lord,  the  blood,  which  thou  hast  spill 
 Can  make  this  rocky  heart  to  melt; 
 
 Thy  blood  can  make  me  clean  within, 
 Thy  blood  can  pardon  all  my  sin. 
 
 4  On  this  rich  blood  my  faith  is  found, 
 And  on  this  hope  I  fix  my  ground ; 
 Soon  shall  I  reach  the  eternal  shore, 
 Where  doubts  and  fears  prevail  no  more 
 
 S.  Stennett.]     163.     L.  M. 
 In-dwelling  sin  lamented. 
 
 WITH  tears  of  anguish  I  lament. 
 Here  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 
 My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent. 
 And  vile  ingratitude. 
 
 2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base, 
 
 So  false  as  mine  has  been; 
 So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
 So  prone  to  every  sin. 
 
 3  My  reason  tells  me  thy  commands 
 
 Are  holy,  just  and  true ; 
 Tells  mc  whate'er  my  God  demandsj 
 Is  his  most  righteous  due. 
 
 4  Reason  I  hear,  her  counsels  weigh. 
 
 And  all  her  words  approve; 
 But  still  I  find  it  hard  t'  obey, 
 And  harder  yet  to  love. 
 
 5  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feei 
 
 These  struggles  in  my  breast? 
 8 
 
114  THE  CHURCH. 
 
 When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
 And  give  my  conscience  rest 
 6  Break,  sovereign  grace,  O  breaJc  the  chain 
 And  set  the  captive  free ; 
 Reveal,  almighty  God,  thine  arm, 
 And  haste  to  rescue  me. 
 
 THE  CHURCH. 
 
 Watts.]     164.     L.  M. 
 
 T%«!  Church  the  garden  of  Christ.   Cant  iv.  IS;    15 
 
 "¥717" E  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 
 •  *     Chosen,  and  made  peculiar  ground 
 A  little  spot  inclos'd  by  grace, 
 Out  of  the  world's  wide  wilderness. 
 '2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  spice  we  stand, 
 Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  ; 
 And  all  his  springs  in  Zion  flow 
 To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 
 
 3  Awake,  O  heavenly  wind,  and  come. 
 Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfiune ; 
 Spirit  divine,  descend  and  breathe 
 
 A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 
 
 4  Make  our  best  spices  flow  abroad 
 To  entertain  our  Saviour,  God  ; 
 And  faitli,  and  love  and  joy  appejir, 
 And  every  grace  be  active  here. 
 
 Watts.]     165.     L.  M 
 
 God  the  glory  and  defence  of  ZtOTt. 
 
 HAPPY  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, 
 The  seat  of  thy  creator's  grace  ; 
 Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode. 
 Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 
 
THE  CHURCH.  ll'-i 
 
 9  Thy  walls  arc  strength,  and  at  thy  gates 
 A  guard  ol"  lieavenly  warriors  waits : 
 Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
 FLx'd  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 
 
 J  Thy  foes  in  vain  designs  engage; 
 Against  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage, 
 Like  rising  waves,  with  angry  roar, 
 That  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 
 
 i  Then  let  our  souls  in  Zion  dwell. 
 Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Earth  and  hf;ll ; 
 His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground. 
 Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 
 
 5  God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  sun ; 
 Swifl  as  the  fleeting  moments  run. 
 On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
 And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 
 
 Watts.]     166.    CM. 
 
 The  safety  of  the  Church.    Isa.  xxvi.  1 — 6 
 
 TTOW  firm,  how  blissful  is  the  place 
 -■"*-  Where  we  adoring  stand ' 
 Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
 
 And  beauty  of  the  land. 
 Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 
 
 The  city  where  w^e  dwell ; 
 The  walls,  of  strong  salvation  made. 
 
 Defy  th'  assaults  of  hell. 
 Lift  up  the  everlasting  gates ; 
 
 The  doors  wide  open  fling; 
 Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
 
 The  statutes  of  your  King. 
 Here  shall  you  taste  unmingled  joys. 
 
 And  live  in  perfect  peace ; 
 You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  naate; 
 
 And  ventur'd  on  his  grac 
 
116  THE  CHURCH. 
 
 5  Trust  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  trust, 
 And  banish  all   your  fears; 
 Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwell*, 
 Eternal  as  his  years, 
 
 16T.    S.  M. 
 TTOW  eharming  is  the  place, 
 *■■*■   Where  my  redeemer,  God, 
 L'n veils  his  beauteous  face. 
 And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ' 
 
 2  Not  the  fair  palaces, 
 
 To  which  the  great  resort. 
 Can  be  compared  with  this, 
 Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 
 
 3  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 
 
 With  radiant  glory  crown'd. 
 Our  eyes  behold  liiin  sit, 
 And  smile  on  all  around. 
 
 4  To  him  their  prayers  and  cries 
 
 Each  humble  soul  presents  ; 
 He  hears  their  broken  sighs. 
 
 And  grants  them  all  their  wants 
 
 5  To  them  his  sovereign    will 
 
 He  graciously  imparts, 
 And,  in  return,  accepts 
 
 Tiie  tribute  of  their  hearts. 
 
 6  Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 
 
 Within  thy  blest  abode. 
 Among  the  children  of  thy  grace. 
 The  servants  of  my  God. 
 
 Watts.]     16§.     L.  M. 
 
 now  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 
 O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  aie 
 With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 
 To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 
 
HEARING  EXPERIENCES.  U") 
 
 9  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode , 
 My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God ; 
 My  God  I  my   King  I  wliy  should  I  be 
 So  far  from  all  nay  joys  and  thee  I 
 
 3  Blest  are  the  sauits  who  sit  on  high, 
 Around  thy  throne  above  tiie  sky ; 
 Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
 And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 
 
 4  Blest  are  the  souls  that  find  a  place 
 Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace ; 
 There  they  behold  thy  gentle  rays, 
 And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise 
 
 5  Blest  are  the  men,  whose  hearts  are  set 
 To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate; 
 
 God  is  their  strength,  and  through  the  road, 
 They  lean  upon  their  helper  God. 
 
 6  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing   strength 
 Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length. 
 Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
 
 And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 
 
 HEARING  EXPERIENCES. 
 
 J.  Bower.]     169.     L.     M. 
 
 The  church  waiting  to  hear  experiences. 
 
 COME  tell   us  your   troubles,  ye   saints   of 
 the  Lo'-d, 
 And  tell  us  what  comfort  you've  found  in  hi« 
 
 word : 
 Although  you're  unworthy,  in  Jesus  be  bold, 
 Tell  what  a  kind   Saviour  hae  done  for  youi 
 soul. 
 
 f  Tell   how   you  discovered  the   stale  you  were 
 in, 
 How  weary  you  felt  your  burden  of  sin; 
 
118  BAPTISM. 
 
 Come  tell  us  your  sorrows,  your  doubts  and  your  fc 
 Your  brethren  are  waiting,  and  longing  to  hea: 
 3  Gome,  now  we'll  attend  to  the  glorious  news, 
 Plead  not  your  un worthiness  for  an  excuse; 
 But  speak  while  we  try  to  assist  you  by  pray'r. 
 And  the  angels  above  will  rejoice  for  to  hear. 
 
 iro.    CM 
 
 Corn;  in,  thou  blest  of  the  Lord.     Gen.  xxiv.  3. 
 
 COME  in,  ye  blessed  of  our  God, 
 And  join  his  children  here  ; 
 Wash'd  in  the  Saviour's  cleansing  bl«XKl, 
 For  him,  your  Lord,  appear. 
 
 2  Stay  not  within  the  wilderness, 
 
 Nor  waiting  at  the  door  ; 
 Sweet  Jesus  will  your  woes  redress, 
 Were  they  ten  thousand  more. 
 
 3  Though  fearing,  trembling,  rise  and  come ; 
 
 Yield  to  the  Saviour's  voice ; 
 For  hung'ring,  thirsting  souls  there's  room 
 O,  make  the  blissful  choice. 
 
 4  Room  in  the  Saviour's  gracious  breast, 
 
 That  breast  wliich  glows  with  love ; 
 Room  in  the  church,  his  chosen  rest, 
 And  room  in  heaven  above. 
 
 5  Why  will  you  longer  ling'ring  stay, 
 
 When  Jesus  says  there 's  room  ? 
 Now  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  day  : 
 Arise  I    he  bids  you  come. 
 
 BAPTISM. 
 
 J.  Stennett.]     171.    C.  M.    Immersion, 
 
 THUS   vas  the  Great  Reuecmer  plung'd 
 In  Jo -dan's  swelling  flood. 
 
BAPTISM.  \l{i 
 
 To  show  he  must  be  soon  baptised 
 In  tears,  and  sweat,  and  blood. 
 
 2  TJius  was  his  sacred  body  laid 
 
 Beneath  the  yielding  wave ; 
 Thus  was  his  sacred  body  rais'd 
 Out  of  the  liquid  grave. 
 
 3  Lord,  we  thy  precepts  would  obey, 
 
 In  thy  own  footsteps  tread; 
 Would  die,  be  buried,  rise  with  thee, 
 Our  ever-living  head. 
 
 172.    8,7. 
 
 Buried  loith  Christ  in  Baptism.     Rom.  vi.  l 
 
 JESUS,  mighty  King  in  Zion, 
 Thou  alone  our  guide  shalt  be ; 
 Thy  commission  we  rely  on, 
 We  would  follow  none  bat  thee. 
 
 2  As  an  emblem  of  thy  passion, 
 
 And  thy  victory  o'er  the  grave, 
 
 We,  who  know  thy  great  salvation 
 
 Are  baptis'd  beneath  the  wave. 
 
 3  Fearless  of  the  world's  despising, 
 
 We  the  ancient  path  pursue ; 
 Buried  with  our  Lord,  and  rising 
 To  a  life  divinely  new. 
 
 J.  Stennett.]     173.    L.  M. 
 
 THE  Great  Redeemer  we  adore, 
 Who  came  tlie  lost  to  seek  and  save 
 Went  humbly  down  from  Jordan's  shore. 
 
 To  find  a  tomb  beneath  Us  wave! 
 •Thus  it  becomes  us  to  fulfil 
 
 All  righteousness,'  he  meekly  said , 
 Why  should  we  tnen  to  do  his  will^ 
 Or  bo  asham'd,  or  be  afra'd  ? 
 
20  BAPTISM. 
 
 3  With  thee,  into  thy  watery  tomb, 
 
 Lord,  'tis  our  glory  to  descend ; 
 'Tis  wondrous  grace  that  gives  us  room 
 To  lie  interr'd  by  such  a  friend. 
 
 4  Yet,  as  the  yielding  waves  give  way, 
 
 To  let  us  see  the  light  again; 
 So,  on  tlie  resurrection  day, 
 
 The  bands  of  deatli  prov'd  weak  and  vain. 
 
 5  Thus,  when  thou  shalt  again  appear. 
 
 The  gates  of  death  shall  open  wide ; 
 Odr  dust  thy  miglity  voice  shall  hear. 
 And  rise  and  triumph  at  thy  side. 
 
 174.     8s.     Christ  baptised  in  Jordan. 
 
 IN  Jordan's  tide  the  Baptist  stands, 
 Immersing  the  repenting  Jews ; 
 The  Son  of  God  the  rite  demands. 
 Nor  dares  the  holy  man  refuse  : 
 Jesus  descends  beneath  the  wave. 
 The  emblem  of  his  future  grave. 
 
 2  Wonder,  ye  heavens  I   your  Maker  lies 
 
 In  deeps  conceal'd  from  human  view  , 
 Ye  saints  behold  him  sink  and  rise, 
 
 A  fit  example  thus  for  you  : 
 The  sacred  record,  while  you  road. 
 Calls  you  to  imitate  the  deed. 
 
 3  But  lo  !  from  yonder  opening  skiey, 
 
 Wliat  beams  of  dazzling  glory  spread 
 Dove-like,  the  Eternal  Spirit   flies. 
 
 And  lights  on  the  Redeemer's  head; 
 Amaz'd  they  see  the  power  divine 
 Around  the  Saviour's  temples  shine. 
 
 4  But  hark,  my  soul,  hark  and  adore ' 
 
 What  sounds  are  those  that  roll  aJonij. 
 \*oi    like  loid  Sinai's  awful  ruar. 
 
BAPTISM.  rji 
 
 But  soft  and  sweet  as  Gabriel's  son;n^  ? 
 *  TJiis  is  iny  well  beloved  Son ; 
 '  I  SCO,  well  pleased,  what  he  hatli  done. 
 Thus  the  Eternal  Father  spoke, 
 
 Who  sliakos  creation  wit);  a  nod  ; 
 Through  parting  skies  the  accents  broke. 
 
 And  bid  us  hear  the  Son  of  God: 
 O,  hear  tlic  awful  word  to-day, 
 Hear,  all  ye  nations,  and  obey. 
 
 Fawcktt.]     175. 
 
 HUMBLE  souls,  who  seek  salvation. 
 Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood. 
 Hear  the  voice  of  revelation, 
 
 Tread  the  path  that  Jesus  trod. 
 Flee  to  him  your  only  Saviour, 
 
 In  his  mighty  name  confide  ; 
 In  the  whole  of  your  behaviour, 
 
 Own  him  as  your  sovereign  guide. 
 Hear  the  blest  Redeemer  call  you. 
 
 Listen  to  his  gracious  voice  : 
 Dread  no  ills  that  can  befall  you. 
 
 While  you  make  his  ways  your  choic* 
 Tesus  says,  'Let  each  believer 
 
 '  Be  baptised  in  my  name  ;' 
 He  himself,  in  Jordan's  river, 
 
 Was  immers'd  beneath  the  stream. 
 Plainly  here  his  footsteps  tracing, 
 
 Follow  him  witliout  delay ; 
 Gladly  his  command  embracing, 
 
 Lo !  your  captain  leads  the  way. 
 View  the  rite  with  imderstanding ; 
 
 Jesus'  grave  before  you  lies ; 
 Be  interr'd  at  his  commanding, 
 
 After  bis  example  rise. 
 
122  BAPTISM. 
 
 176.     L.  M. 
 
 "^  O  teach  the  nations,  and  baptise, 
 
 G 
 
 Aloud  the  ascending  Jesus   cries; 
 His  glad  apostles  took  the  word. 
 And  round  the  nations  preach'd  their  Lord 
 
 2  Commission'd  thus,  by  Zion's  King, 
 We  to  his  holy  laver  bring 
 
 These  happy  converts,  who  have  known 
 And  trusted  in  his  grace  alone. 
 
 3  Lord,  in  thy  house  they  seek  thy  face , 
 O,  bless  them  with  peculiar  grace; 
 Refresh  their  souls  with  love  divine ; 
 Let  beams  of  glory  romid  Jiem  shine. 
 
 177.    L.  M. 
 
 The   Candidates :   they  were  baptised,   both   mez 
 and  women.     Acts  viii.  12. 
 
 GREAT  God  !   we  in  thy  courts  appear 
 With  humble  joy  and  holy  fear, 
 Thy  wise  injunctions  to  obey  ; 
 Let  saints  and  angels  hail  the  day. 
 
 2  Great  things,  O  everlasting  Son 
 
 Great  things  for  us  thy  giace  has  done, 
 Constraint  by  thy  almighty  love. 
 Our  willing  feet  to  meet  thee  move. 
 
 3  In  thy  assembly,  here  we  stand. 
 Obedient  to  thy  great  command ; 
 The  sacred  flood  is  full  in  view. 
 
 And  thy  sweet  voice  invites  us  through. 
 The  Word,  the  Spirit  and  the  Bride, 
 Must  not  invite  and  be  denied ; 
 Was  not  the  Lord  who  came  to  save, 
 Interr  d  in  such  a  liquid  grave  ? 
 
BAPTISM.  123 
 
 fl  Thus  we,  dear  Saviour,  own  thy  name, 
 Receive  us  risint?  from  the  stream; 
 Then  to  thy  table  let  us  come, 
 And  dwell  in  Zion  as  our  home. 
 
 S.  W.  L.]     1T8.     C.  M. 
 First  Part. 
 
 Fnr  a  yoiing  person  at  a  bapfism. 
 
 OF  Jesus  Christ  I'm  not  asham'd, 
 Although  I  am  a  child; 
 My  soul  through  grace  he  has  reclaim'd, 
 By  sin  'twas  all  defii'd. 
 
 Chorus — I  am  bound  for  the  promis'd  land! 
 
 0  who  will  come  and  go  with  me 
 
 1  am  bound  for  the  promis'd  lani! 
 
 8  Not  fourteen  years  have  roll'd  away 
 
 Since  first  I  drew  my  breath: 
 
 O  God!  sustain  my  vows  to-day, 
 
 And  keep  me  firm  till  death. 
 
 3  Companions  dear,  it  grieves  my  heart. 
 To  leave  you  still  in  sin; 
 Farewell!  farewell!  I  must  depart, 
 And  heavenly  glories  win. 
 
 178.     C.  M. 
 Second  Part. 
 
 WITHIN  thy  house,  0  Lord,  ou"   God 
 In  glory  new  appear; 
 Make  this  a  place  of  thine  abode. 
 And  shed  thy  blessings  here. 
 
 t  Here  let  the  blind  their  sight  obtain; 
 Here  give  the  mourners  rest; 
 Let  Jesus  here  triumphant  reign, 
 Enthroned    n  every  breast 
 
124  BAPTISM. 
 
 3  Here  let  the  voice  of  sacred  joy 
 And  humble  prayer  arise, 
 Till  higher  strains  our  tongues  employ, 
 In  reakns  beyond  the  skies. 
 
 S.  W.  L.]     17S(.     C.  M. 
 
 Third  Part. 
 
 Fyt  young  persons  at  a  church-meeting. 
 
 1  nj^O  Jesus  now  my  youthful  heart 
 
 X    I  would  for  ever  give; 
 Would  from  the  world  and  sin  depart, 
 
 And  to  his  glory  live. 
 Chorus — I  am  bound  for  the  proniis'd  land' 
 
 2  My  young  companions,  come  along, 
 
 And  seek  the  glorious  prize; 
 Thro'  life  we'll  sing  the  christian's  song, 
 In  death,  mount  up  the  skies. 
 
 179.     C.  M. 
 
 1  IVTOW,  to  this  place  I'm  come  to-day 
 jl\    Baptized  for  to  be, 
 
 In  honour  of  my  heavenly  King, 
 "N^Tio  died  on  Calvary. 
 
 2  This  is  the  way  my  Lord  did  go, 
 
 His  path  will  I  pursue; 
 His  body  was  interr'd  by  John, 
 A  pattern  saint  for  you. 
 
 3  His  cross  Fli  take,  the  shame  despise. 
 
 For  he  did  more  for  me; 
 He  rais'd  my  soul  from  death  and  sia, 
 And  gain'd  the  victory. 
 i  O,  for  thy  spirit's  friendly  aid. 
 Whilst  I  pursue  the  rite; 
 When  from  the  liquid  grave  I  rise,  ^ 
 Be  with  me  day  and  night 
 
BAPTISM  126 
 
 5  I  tnank   tliy  name,  O  Lord  of  hosts, 
 
 For  such  displays  of  grace, 
 That  taught  my  heart  to  love  thy  ways, 
 And  run  the  heavenly  race. 
 
 6  It  is  a  new  and  living  way, 
 
 And  much  delights  my  heaxt ; 
 United  to  my  brethren  here ; 
 I  liope  we  ne'er  sliall  part. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     1§0.     L.  M 
 
 Relievers  buried  loith  Chriat  in  Baptism.     Rom 
 
 vi.  3,  &,c. 
 
 DO  we  not  know  that  solemn  word, 
 That  we  are  buried  with  the  Lord  1 
 Baptis'd  into  his  death,  and  then 
 Put  off  the  body  of  our  sin. 
 
 2  Our  souls  receive  diviner  breath, 
 Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death ; 
 So  from  the  grave  did  Christ  arise, 
 And   lives  to  God  above  the  skies. 
 
 3  No  more  let  sin  or  Satan  reign 
 Over  our  mortal  flesh  again ; 
 
 The  various  lusts  we  serv'd  before, 
 Shall  have  dominion  mow  no  more. 
 
 1§1.     C.  M.     After  Baptism. 
 
 GAZE  on,  spectators,  and  behold 
 This  blest  command  of  God  ' 
 Vnd  wonder  Jiow  you  can  forbear, 
 To  tread  this    path  of  love. 
 2  'Come  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay, 
 An  angel  said  of  old ; 
 Wp  say  the  same — his  grave  you  may 
 In   water,  here  behold. 
 i  Buried  in  Jordan  was  our  Lord, 
 As  well  as  in  the  tomb ; 
 
|fl6  BAPTISM. 
 
 And  in  obedience  to  his  word, 
 We  imitate  the  Lamb. 
 
 \  This  ordinance  is  plainly  given; 
 'Tis  left  upon  record  • 
 Though  not  to  save,  or  take  to  heaven 
 But  show  we  love  the  Lord. 
 
 182.     8's.  6's.     Matt  iii.  6.   16. 
 
 O  GLORIOUS  God  of  grace, 
 Look  from  thy  railiant  throne; 
 And  with  approving  smiles 
 
 This  institution  own ; 
 In  streams  of  rapture  may  we  sing, 
 While  we  confess  our  Lord  and  King. 
 
 Jordan  we  call  to  mind, 
 
 Where  Jesus  was  baptiz'd ; 
 Where  the  eternal  God 
 
 Proclaim'd  himself  well  pleased 
 Whose  brightest  rays  of  glory  shone 
 Around  his  own  beloved  Son. 
 
 Inspir'd  with  love  and  zeal, 
 
 The  grateful  saints  pursue 
 Th'  appointed  paths  of  God, 
 
 With  Jesus  in  their  view ! 
 They  own  their  Saviour  strong  to  save 
 They  own  him  in  the  watery  grave. 
 
 Now  while  thy  saints  attend 
 
 This  ordinance  of  thine; 
 O  bless  their  waiting  souls. 
 
 With  comforts  all  divine; 
 Give  them  a  soul-refreshing  sight 
 Of  the  blest  reaims  of  heavenly  light 
 
BAPTISM.  12: 
 
 UtHML^M.]     183.     8's.  6's.     Acts  ii.  38. 
 
 REPENT,  and  be  baptiz'd, 
 Saith  your  redeeming  Lord; 
 Ye  all  are  now  appriz'd, 
 
 That  'tis  your  Saviour's  wort'; 
 Arise,  arise,  without  delay, 
 And  his  divine  command  obey. 
 3  Ye  penitential  race, 
 
 Who  fall  at  Jesus'  feet, 
 Sav'd  by  liis  glorious  grace, 
 Come,  to  his  will  submit; 
 And  be  baptiz'd  without  d'lay, 
 And  his  divine  command  obey. 
 
 3  Come,  ye  believing  train, 
 
 No  more  this  truth  withstand; 
 No  longer  think  it  vain 
 
 To  honour  God's  command; 
 But  haste,  arise  without  delay, 
 And  be  baptiz'd  in  Jesus'  way. 
 
 4  Jesus,  thou  Prince  of  Peace, 
 
 To  thy  great  name  we  pray; 
 Make  the  converted  race 
 
 Thine  ordinance  obey: 
 O  may  thy  love  their  souls  o'ercome, 
 And  draw  them  to  the  liquid  tomb. 
 
 184.     L.  M. 
 
 WHATE'ER  to  thee,  our  I;ord,  belong* 
 Is  always  worthy  of  our  songs; 
 And  all  thy  works,  and  all  thy  ways 
 Demand  our  wonder  and  our  praise. 
 Hosanna  to  our  Saviour  God, 
 Who  suffer'd  in  our  room  and  stead! 
 He  was  immers'd  in  Jordan's  floo  I, 
 And  then  immers'd  in  sweat  and  blood. 
 
12S  BAPTISM. 
 
 3  Behold  the  grave  where  Jesus  lay! 
 
 Before  he  shed  his  precious  blood, 
 How  plain  he  mark'd  the  humble  way 
 To  sinuers  through  the  mystic  flood 
 
 4  Come,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
 Come  and  obey  his  holy  word ; 
 He  died  and  rose  again  for  you; 
 What  more  could  the  Redeemer  do? 
 
 5  We  to  this  place  are  come  to  show 
 What  we  to  boundless  mercy  owe  ; 
 Tlie  Saviour's  footsteps  to  explore. 
 And  tread  tlie  path  he  trod  before. 
 
 6  Eternal  Spirit,  heavenly  dove 
 
 On  these  baptismal  waters  move  ; 
 
 That  we,  through  energy  divine, 
 
 May  have  the  substance  with  the  siyn. 
 
 7  All  ye,  that  love  Immanuel's  name, 
 And  long  to  feel  th'  increasing  flame ; 
 'Tis  you,  ye  children  of  tlie  light, 
 The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  invite  ; 
 
 8  Ye,  wlio  your  native  vileness  mourn, 
 And  to  the  great  Redeemer  turn. 
 Who  see  your  wretched  state  by  sin, 
 Ye  blessed  of  the  Lord,  come  in. 
 
 9  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  and  my  all, 
 Methinks  I  hear  thy  gentle  call ; 
 These  are  the  sounds  that  chide  my  stay 
 Arise,  my  love,  and  come  away. 
 
 ^  Amazing  grace,  and  shall  I  still 
 Prove  disobedient  to  thy  will  ? 
 Ah  I  no  ;  dear  Lord,  tiie  watery  tomb 
 Belongs  to  thee,  and  thee  alone. 
 
 I "•    Apostles  trod  this  holy  ground  ; 
 My  Jesus  in  this  way  was  /ound ; 
 This  is  the  road  believers  gj; 
 I  charg'd  my  soul  to  tread  it  toa 
 
BAPTISM.  1» 
 
 (3  With  lowly  minds  and  lofty  tongues 
 Be  Christ  the  burden  of  our  songs, 
 Let  all  admire  the  Saviour's  grace, 
 Th'  immortal  glory  of  his  face. 
 
 >3  To  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 
 If,  when  in  great  affliction  lost. 
 We  humbly  dedicate  our  powers, 
 Immortal  happiness  is  ours. 
 
 Daniel,]     1§5.     S.  M. 
 
 ChrisVs  baptism  an  example  to  U8. 
 
 THE  glorious  Son  of  God 
 To  John  the  Baptist  came, 
 Went  meekly  into  Jordan's  stream. 
 Ana  was  immersed  by  him, 
 2  Let  each  believer  view 
 
 This  blest  example  given, 
 And  prove  their  love  of  his  command! 
 And  follow  him  to  heaven. 
 
 Daniel.]     186.    L.  M. 
 Primitive  practice  perpetuated, 
 
 WHAT  lovely  band  is  this  I  see 
 All  singing  in  sweet  harmony 
 
 Uniting  round  the  water-side. 
 
 And  praising  Jesus  crucified ! 
 2  These  are  the  followers  of  the  Lamb ; 
 
 Here  they  are  come  to  own  his  name ; 
 
 Their  humble  strains  ascend  the  skies ; 
 
 In  faith  they're  come  to  be  baptiz'd. 
 8  This  brings  to  view  the  ancient  days, 
 
 When  first  the  gospel  church  was  rais'd 
 
 No  other  mode  was  then  devis'd, 
 
 Believing  souls  were  all  baptiz'd. 
 
130  THE  L^vOS  SUl'FER 
 
 4  Baptiz'd  into  the  Saviour's  death. 
 
 Giving  to  Christ,  the  Lord,  the  praise. 
 Arising,  Hv'd  tlic  Hfc  of  faith 
 By  walking  in  iiis  humble  ways. 
 
 THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 
 
 T 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     187.     L.  M. 
 
 WAS  on  that  dark,  tliat  doleful  nigh». 
 When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose. 
 Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
 
 And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes: 
 3  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 
 
 He  took  the  bread  and  bless'd  and  brakr 
 What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  I 
 What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spakn. 
 i  'This  IS  my  body,  broke  for  sin, 
 '  Receive  and  eat  the  living  food ;' 
 Tlien  took  the  cup  and  bless'd  the  wine, 
 ''Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood' 
 -<  For  us  his  flesh  with  nails  was  torn, 
 He  bore  the  scourge,  he  felt  the  thorn ; 
 And  justice  pourM  upon  his  head, 
 Its  heavy  vengeance,  in  our  stead. 
 
 5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  spilt, 
 To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt  ; 
 When  for  black  crimes  of  biggest  size. 
 He  gave  his  soul  a  sacrifice. 
 
 6  '  Do  this,'  he  cried,  '  till  time  shall  end, 
 '  In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend  ; 
 
 '  Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 
 '  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord. 
 T  Jesus,   thy  feast  we  celebrate. 
 
 We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name. 
 Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
 The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 
 
THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  131 
 
 Dr.  Watts.1     188.     C.  M. 
 
 HOW  condescending,  and  how  kind, 
 Was  God's  eternal  Son  I 
 Our  mis'ry  reach'd  his  heavenly  mind. 
 And  pity  brouglit  him  down. 
 
 2  When  justice,  by  our  sins  provok'd, 
 
 Drew  forth  its  dreadflil  sword. 
 Me  gave  his  soul  up  to  the  stroke, 
 WitJiout  a  murm'ring  word. 
 
 3  He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 
 
 To  raise  us  to  his  throne  ; 
 There 's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows, . 
 But  cost  his  heart  a  groan. 
 
 4  This  was  compassion  like  a  God, 
 
 That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
 The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood 
 His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 
 
 5  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 
 
 His  love  is  still  as  great ; 
 
 Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 
 
 Nor  lets  his  saints  forget 
 
 6  Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll 
 
 As  kind  as  when  he  died. 
 And  see  the  sorrows  of  his  soul 
 Bleed  through  his  wounded  side. 
 
 7  Here  we  received  repeated  seals 
 
 Of  Jesus'  dying  love ; 
 Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  feels 
 One  soft  affection  move. 
 
 8  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  mer*. 
 
 While  we  his  death  record  ; 
 And,  wit'i  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guiM 
 Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 
 
L 
 
 132  THE  LORDS  SUPPER 
 
 Dr.  J.  Stknnf.tt.j     189.     C.  M. 
 
 ORD,  at  thy  table   I  behold 
 Tlie  wonders  of  thy  grace ; 
 But  most  of  all,  admire,  tiiat  I 
 Should  find  a  welcome  place. 
 
 3  A,  that  am  all  defil'd  with  sin, 
 
 A  rebel  to  my  God ; 
 I,  that  have  crucified  his  Son, 
 
 And  trampled  on  his  blood. 
 S  What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this. 
 
 That  such  a  soul  has  room  1 
 My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  ffend. 
 
 My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 
 
 4  '  Eat,  O  my  fi-icnds,'  the  Saviour  cried, 
 
 '  The  feast  was  made  for  you ; 
 '  For  you  I  groan'd,  and  bled,  and  died, 
 •And  rose  and  triumph'd  too.' 
 
 5  With  trembling  faith,  ai.d  bleeding  hearts, 
 
 Lord,  we  accept  thy  love  ; 
 '7^is  a  rich  banquet  we  have  had, 
 What  will  it  be  above  ? 
 
 6  Ye  saints  below,  and  .losts  of  heaven. 
 
 Join  all  your  praising  powers ; 
 No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love ; 
 No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 
 
 7  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord, 
 
 I'd  give  them  all  to  tliee ; 
 Had  I  ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
 Should  join  the  harmony. 
 
 Dr.  S.  Stennett.]     190.    C.  M. 
 My  flesh  is  meat  indeed.    John  vii.  53-^ 
 
 HERE  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet, 
 To  feed  on  food  divine ; 
 
THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  133 
 
 Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat. 
 Thy  precious  blood,  the  winfj. 
 
 2  He  that  prc})ares  this  rich  repast, 
 
 Himself  comes  down  and  dies ; 
 And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
 Upon  tlie  sacrifice. 
 
 3  The  bitter  torments  he  endur'd, 
 
 Upon  the  shameful  cross, 
 For  us,  his  welcome  guests,  procur'd 
 These  heart-reviving-  joys. 
 
 4  His  body,  torn  with  rudest  hands. 
 
 Becomes  the  finest  bread ; 
 And  with  the  blessings  lie  commands, 
 Our  noblest  hopes  are  fed. 
 
 5  His  blood,  that  from  each  opening  vein, 
 
 In  purple  torrents  ran, 
 Hath  fill'd  this  cup  with  gen'rous  wine, 
 That  cheers  both  God  and  man. 
 8  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free. 
 Dear  Saviour,  so  divine ! 
 Well  thou  may'st  claim  that  heart  of  me 
 Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 
 7  Yes,  thou  shalt  surely  have  my  heart, 
 My  soul,  my  strength,  my  all 
 With  life  itself  I'll  freely  part, 
 My  Jesus,  at  thy  call. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     191.     S.  M. 
 
 T   ET  all  our  tongues  be  one, 
 -Li  To  praise  our  God  on  high ; 
 Who  from  his  bosom  sent  his  Son, 
 
 To  fetch  us  strangers  nigh. 
 Nor  let  our  voices  cease 
 
 To  sing  the  Saviour's  name  . 
 Jesus  th'  Ambassador  of  peace. 
 
 How  cheerfully  he  came. 
 
134  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 
 
 3  It  cost  him  cries  and  tears 
 
 To  bring  us  near  to  God ; 
 Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 
 To  make  the  payment  good. 
 
 4  My  Saviour's  pierced  side 
 
 Pour'd  out  a  double  flood ; 
 By  water  we  are  purified, 
 And  pardon'd  by  tlie  blood. 
 
 5  Infinite  was  our  guilt. 
 
 But  He,  our  Priest,  atones ; 
 On  the  cold  ground  his  life  wa."  spiit. 
 And    )fler'd  with  his  groans. 
 
 6  Look  up,  my  soul,  to  him. 
 
 Whose  death  was  thy  desert, 
 And  humbly  view  the  living  stream 
 Flow  from  his  breaking  heart 
 
 7  There,  on  the  accursed  tree, 
 
 In  dying  pangs  he  lies ; 
 Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree, 
 And  all  our  wants  supplies. 
 
 8  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 
 
 By  water  and  by  blood ; 
 And  when  tlie  spirit  speaks  the  sam^ 
 We  feel  the  witness  good. 
 
 3  Wliile  the   eternal  Three, 
 Bear  their  record   above. 
 Here  I  believe  he  died  for  me, 
 And  seal'd  my  Saviour's  love. 
 
 IC  I<ord,  cleanse  my  soul  from  sin. 
 Nor  let  thy  grace  depart  ; 
 Great  Comforter  !  abi^'e  within. 
 And  tvitness  to  mj   heart. 
 
THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  l.'V 
 
 Beddomk.]     192.     r..  M. 
 
 /etftM   loepl — he  died;  see  how   he  loved  u». 
 
 John  xi.  35. 
 
 ^O  fair  ;i  face  bedew'd  witli  tears  ; 
 
 ^  Wliat  beauty  e'en  in  grief  appears  I 
 
 He  wept,  lie  bled,  he  died  for  you  ; 
 
 What  more,  ye  saints,  could  Jesus  do  ? 
 2  Enthron'd  above  with  equal  glow. 
 
 His  warm  affections  downward  flow  ; 
 
 In  our  distress  he  bears  a  part, 
 
 And  feels  a  sympathetic  smart 
 i  Still,  his  compassions  are  the  same, 
 
 He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame ; 
 
 Our  heaviest  burdens  he  sustains. 
 
 Shares  in  our  sorrows,  and  our  pains. 
 
 Steele.]     193.    C.  M. 
 
 4  ND  did  the  holy  and  the  just, 
 -^^  The  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
 Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust. 
 That  guilty  worms  might  rise  ? 
 
 2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 
 
 His  radiant  throne  on  high ; 
 (Surprising  mercy !  love  unknoion!) 
 To   suffer,  bleed  and  die. 
 
 3  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  pla.ce, 
 
 And  suffer'd  in  his  stead. 
 For  man,  (O  miracle  of  grace !) 
 For  man,  the  Saviour  bled  ! 
 
 4  Dear  Lord,  what  heavenly  wonders  dwel 
 
 In  thy  atoning  blood  ! 
 By  this  are  sinners  snatch'd  from  hell. 
 And  rebels  brought  to  God. 
 
 5  J3SU8,  my  soul  adoring  bends. 
 
 To  love  so  full,  so  free ; 
 
136  THE  LORDS  SUPPER- 
 
 And  may  1  hope  that  love  extends 
 Its  sacred  power  to  me  ? 
 
 6  What  glad  return  can  I  impart, 
 For  favours  so  divine  ? 
 O,  take  my  all — this  worthless  heart, 
 And  make  it  only  thine. 
 
 Dr.  Doddridge.]     194.     C.  iM. 
 
 Room  at  the  Gospel  Feast.    Luke  xiv.  22 
 
 npHE  King  of  Heaven  his  table  spreadt 
 -•-    And  dainties  crown  the  board : 
 Not  Paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
 Could  such  delight  afford. 
 
 2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 
 
 And   endless  life  are  given, 
 Through  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed, 
 To  raise  the  soul  to  heaven. 
 
 3  Ye  hungry  poor  that  long  have  stray'd 
 
 In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come ; 
 Come  from  your  most  obscure  retreats, 
 And  grace  shall  find   you  room. 
 
 4  Millions  of  souls  in  glory  now, 
 
 Were  fed  and  feasted  here ; 
 And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way, 
 Around  the  board  appear. 
 
 5  Yet  is  his  house  and  heart  so  large, 
 
 That  millions  more  may  come ; 
 Nor  could  the  whole  assembled  worW 
 E'er  fill  the  spacious  room. 
 
 €  All  things  are  ready,  come  away, 
 Nor  weak  excuses  frame  ; 
 Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast. 
 And  bless  the  founder's  name. 
 
THE  LORD'S  SUPPER  137 
 
 Stkeij:.]     195.     C.  M. 
 Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 
 
 TO  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 
 Awake  the  sacred  song  ; 
 O,  may  his  love  (immortal  flame !) 
 Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 
 
 2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach? 
 
 What  mortal  tongue  display  ? 
 Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
 In  wonder  dies  away. 
 
 3  He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high. 
 
 Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 
 And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die  ! 
 Was  ever  love  like  this  ? 
 
 4  Dear  Lord,  while  we,  adoring,  pay 
 
 Our  humble  thanks  to  thee. 
 May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 
 'The  Saviour  died  for  me.' 
 
 5  O,  may  the  sweet,  tlie  blissfijl  theme 
 
 Fill  every  heart  and  tongue, 
 Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name. 
 And  join  the  sacred  song. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     196.     S.  M. 
 
 Communion  with  Christ  and  with  saints.     1  Coi 
 X.  16,  17. 
 
 JESUS  invites  his  saints 
 To  meet  around  his  board ; 
 Here  pardon'd  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
 Communion  with  their  Lord. 
 2  [Eor  food  he  gave  his  flesh  ; 
 He  bids  us  drink  his  blood; 
 Amazing  favour,  matchless  grace, 
 Of  our  descending  God  I] 
 
ISe  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER 
 
 3  This  holy  brc;id  and  wine 
 
 Maintains  our  fainting  breath. 
 By  union  with  our  living-    Lord, 
 And  int'rcst  in  his  dcatli 
 
 4  Our  heavenly  father  calls 
 
 Christ  and  his  members  one ; 
 We,  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
 And  he,  the  first-born  Son. 
 
 5  Wc  are  but  several  parts 
 
 Of  the  same  broken  bread  ; 
 One  body  hath  its  several  limbs, 
 But  Jesus  is  the  head. 
 
 6  Let  all  our  powers  be  join'd, 
 
 His  glorious  name  to  raise  ; 
 Pleasure   and  love  fill  every  mind, 
 And  every  voice  be  praise. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     197.     L.  M. 
 
 The.  memorial  of  our  absent  Lord.    John  xvi.  16 
 Luke  xxii.  19  ;  John  xiv.  3. 
 
 JESUS  is  gone  above  the  skies, 
 Where  our  weak  senses  reach  him  not. 
 And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 
 
 To  thrust  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 
 
 2  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have 
 
 Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face ; 
 And,  to  refresh  our  minds,  he  gave 
 These  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 
 
 3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  spread, 
 
 With  his  own  flesh  and  dying  blood ; 
 We  on  the  rich  provision  feed, 
 
 And  taste  the  wine  and  bless  the  God 
 
 4  Let  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot. 
 
 And  earth  grow  loss  in  our  esteem ; 
 
TUK  LORDS  SUPPER.  13i 
 
 C'hrist  and  liis  love  fill  every  tiiougliL, 
 And  faith  and  hope  be  fix'd  on  him. 
 
 5  While  111'  is  absent  from  our  sig-ht, 
 
 Tis  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place, 
 T!iat  \\c  may  dwell  in  heavenly  ligiit, 
 And  live  for  ever  near  his  face. 
 
 6  [Our  eyes  look  upwards  to  the  hills 
 
 Whence  our  returning  Lord  shall  come 
 We  wail  thy  chariot's  awful  wheels, 
 To  fetcli  our  longing  spirits  home.J 
 
 Dr.  Watis.]     198.     L.  M. 
 
 Crucifixion  to  the  World,  by  the  cross  of  Christ 
 
 Gal.  vi.  14. 
 
 WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 
 On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  di(;ii 
 My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
 And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 
 
 2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast. 
 
 Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God ; 
 All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  nios*, 
 I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 
 
 3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feel. 
 
 Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down! 
 Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet. 
 Or  tiiorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 
 
 4  [His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe. 
 
 Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree; 
 Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe. 
 And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.] 
 
 5  Were  tlie  whole  realm  of  nature  mine. 
 
 That  were  a  present  far  too  small; 
 Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
 
 T^emands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 
 
140  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     199.     C.  M. 
 
 Tiie  agonies  of  Christ. 
 
 NOW,  let  our  pains   be  all  forgot, 
 Our  hearts  no  more  repine  ; 
 Our  suff'rings  are  not  worth  a  tJiougV.t^ 
 When,  Lord,  conipar'd  with  tliine. 
 2  In  lively  figures,  here  we  see 
 The  bleeding  Prince  of  love  ; 
 Each  of  us  hopes  he  died  for  me, 
 And  tlien  our  griefs  remove. 
 i  [Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  rise 
 While  sitting  round  his  board  ; 
 And  back  to  Calvary  slie  flies. 
 To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 
 
 4  His  soul,  what  agonies   it  felt 
 
 When  his  owm  God  withdrew ! 
 And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt 
 Lay  heavy  on  him  too. 
 
 5  But  the  divinity  within, 
 
 Supported  him  to  bear; 
 Dying  he  conquer'd  hell  and  sin. 
 And  made  his  triumph  there.] 
 
 6  Grace,  wisdom,  justice,  join'd,  and  wrought 
 
 Tlie  wonders  of  tliat  day  ; 
 No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought, 
 Can  equal  thanks  repay. 
 
 7  Our  hymns  shall  sound  like  those  above. 
 
 Could  we  our  voices  raise ; 
 Yet,  Lord,  our  hearts  shall  all  be  love, 
 And  all  our  lives  be  praise. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     200.     C.  M. 
 
 The  triumphal  feast  for  ChrisVs  victory  over  sin 
 death  and  hell. 
 
 COME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 
 High  as  our  joys  arise: 
 
THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  14] 
 
 And  join  the  songs  above  the  sky, 
 Where  pleasure  never  dies. 
 
 i  Jesus,  the  God  that  fought  and  bled. 
 And  conquer'd  when  he  fell; 
 That  rose,  and  at  his  chariot  wheels 
 Dragg'd  all  the  powers  of  hell. 
 
 i  [Jesus,  the  God,  invites  us  here, 
 To  this  triumphal  feast. 
 And  brings  immortal  blessings  down, 
 For  each  redeemed  guest.] 
 
 4  The  Lord,  how  glorious  is  his  face! 
 How  kind  his  smiles  appear! 
 And  O,  what  melting  words  he  says 
 To  every  humble  ear! 
 
 6  We  give  thee.  Lord,  our  highest  praise, 
 The  tribute  of  our  tongues; 
 But  themes  so  infinite  as  these, 
 Exceed  our  noblest  songs. 
 
 200.     Second  Part. 
 
 ijnll  give  to  him  thai  is  athirsty  of  the  fountain 
 the  water  of  life  freely.     Rev.  xxi.  6. 
 
 A     FOUNTAIN  of  life  and  of  grace, 
 j\.  In  Christ  our  Redeemer  we  see; 
 For  us  who  his  offers  embrace, 
 
 For  all  it  is  open  and  free. 
 Jehovah  himself  doth  invite. 
 
 To  drink  of  his  pleasures  unknown, 
 The  streams  of  immortal  delight. 
 
 That  flow  from  his  heavenly  throna 
 
142  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER 
 
 2   As  soon  as  in  him  we  believe, 
 
 By  faith  of  his  spirit  partake; 
 And  freely  for^v'n,  receive 
 
 The  mercy  for  Jesus'  sake! 
 We  gain  a  pure  drop  of  his  love, 
 
 The  life  of  eternity  know, 
 Angelical  happiness  prove, 
 
 And  witness  a  heaven  below. 
 
 Steele.]     201.     C.  M.     Luke  xiv.  it. 
 
 YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 
 Behold  a  royal  feast! 
 Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  sU/n 
 For  every  humble  guest 
 
 See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms; 
 
 He  calls,  he  bids  you  come: 
 Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alanns. 
 
 But  see,  there  yet  is  room — 
 Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart, 
 
 There  love  and  pity  meet; 
 Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart 
 
 That  trembles  at  his  feet 
 
 In  him  the  Father  reconciled, 
 
 Invites  your  souls  to  come: 
 The  rebel  shall  be  call'd  a  child, 
 
 And  kindly  weJcomed  home. 
 
 ()  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 
 
 The  blessings  of  his  love; 
 While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
 
 Of  nobler  joys  above. 
 
 There,  with  united  heart  and  voice. 
 
 Before  the  eternal  throne, 
 Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
 
 In  er^tacies  unknown. 
 
THE  LORDS  SLFrtit  H^^ 
 
 Had  we  a  thousand  lives  to  give, 
 
 A  thousand  lives  should  all  be  thine. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     202.     CM. 
 
 Divine  love  making  a  feast,  and  calling  in  Ihr 
 guests.     Luke  xiv.  17,  22,  23 
 
 trow  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
 -■-■-  With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
 While  everlasting'  love  displays 
 The  choicest  of  her  stores  ! 
 
 2  Here  every  oowci  of  our  God, 
 
 With  soft  compassion  rolls ; 
 Here  peace  and  pardon,  bought  with  bk»o<i 
 Is  food  for  dying  souls. 
 
 3  [While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs. 
 
 Join  to  admire  the   feast, 
 Each  of  us  crv.    with  thankful  tongues, 
 '  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  ? 
 
 4  '  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 
 
 '  And  enter  while  there 's  room  ; 
 '  When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice 
 '  And  rather  starve  than  come  ?'] 
 
 5  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast 
 
 *  That  sweetly  forc'd  us  in  ; 
 Else  we  had  still  refus'd  to  taste, 
 And  perish'd  in  ovu*  sin. 
 
 C  [Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  I 
 Constrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
 Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
 And  bring  the  strangers  home. 
 
 '   We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full. 
 That  all  the  chosen   race 
 May  with  one  voice,  and  hc<i<"t,  and  soiii. 
 Smg  thy  redeeming  gra^.c.l 
 
144  INVITATION 
 
 INVITATION. 
 
 303.    L.  M. 
 
 SINNERS,  obey  tlie  gospel  word, 
 Haste  to  the  supper  of  the  Lord, 
 Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day 
 AJl  things  are  ready — come  away. 
 '2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
 And  kiss  his  late  returning  son  ; 
 Ready,  the  iGving  Saviour  stands. 
 And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding   hands 
 
 3  Ready,  the  spirit  of  his  love, 
 Just  now  the  stony  heart  to  move : 
 T'  apply  and  witness  with  the  blood 
 And  wash  and  seal  you,  sons  of  God. 
 
 4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait. 
 To  triumph  in  your  best  estate , 
 Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praise 
 The  wonders  of  redeeming   grace. 
 
 5  Come  then,  ye  sinners,  to  your  Lord, 
 To  happiness  in  Christ  restor'd ; 
 
 His  proffer'd  benefits  embrace. 
 The  plenitude  of  gospel  grace. 
 
 204.    CM. 
 
 COME,  guilty  souls,  and  flee  away 
 To  Christ,  and  heal  your  wounds 
 This  is  the  welcome  gospel-day, 
 Wherein  free  grace  abounds. 
 2  God  lov'd  tlie  world,  and  gave  liis  Son 
 To  drink  the  cup  of  wrath ; 
 And  Jesus  says,  he'll  cast  out  none 
 That  come  to  him  by  faith. 
 'i  Although  your  sins  like  moimtains  rise 
 His  blood  shall  cover  all; 
 
INVITATION.  I4ft 
 
 And  blessings  from  the  higher  skies. 
 In  gentle  streams  shall  Tall. 
 
 205.    L.  M. 
 
 O  SINNERS,  fly  to  Jesus'  arms 
 Enjoy  his  everlasting  charms, 
 He  calls  you  to  a  heavenly  feast, 
 
 0  come,  poor  starving  souls,  and  taste. 
 
 2  Say,  will  you  be  for  ever  blest, 
 And  with  the  heavenly  Jesus  rest? 
 He'll  save  you  from  your  guilt  and  pais 
 And  you  shall  in  full  glory  reign. 
 
 3  Make  now  the  choice,  and  halt  no  more, 
 For  Christ  is  waiting  at  the  door ; 
 
 Say  now,  poor  soul,  what  will  you  do  ? 
 Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 
 
 4  Once  more  I  ask  you  in  his  name, 
 
 1  know  his  love  is  still  the  same ; 
 Will  you  be  sav'd  from  endless  woe  ? 
 Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 
 
 5  To-day^  if  you  will  hear  his  voice  ; 
 Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice ; 
 Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 
 Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     206.     C.  M. 
 'V  invitation  to  the  Gospel ;  or  spiritual  food 
 clothing.     Isa.  Iv.  I,  &c. 
 
 LET  every  mortal  ear  attend. 
 And  every  heart  rejoice; 
 rhe  trumpet  of  the  Gospel  sounds. 
 With  an  inviting  voice. 
 i  Ho !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls. 
 That  ice^i  upon  the  wind, 
 10 
 
116  If.'*'iTATION. 
 
 And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
 To  fill  an  empty  mind. 
 3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 
 A  soul- reviving  feast, 
 And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
 The  ricli  provision  taste. 
 \  Ho  I  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams 
 And  pine  away  and  die; 
 Mere  you  may  quencli  your  raging  thii«( 
 With  springs  that  never  dry. 
 ■'*  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here, 
 In  a  rich  ocean  join : 
 Salvation  in  abundance    flows, 
 Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 
 
 6  [Ye  perishing  and  naked  poor, 
 
 Who  work  with  mighty  pain. 
 
 To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 
 
 That  will  not  hide  your  sin. 
 
 7  Come,  naked,  and  adorn  your  souls 
 
 In  robes  prepar'd  by  God, 
 Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son 
 And  dyed  in  his  own  blood.] 
 ?^  Dear  God  I  the  treasures  of  thy  love 
 Are  everlasting  mines, 
 Deep  as  our  helpless  mis'ries   are 
 And  boundless  as  our  sins. 
 !)  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  gra<;c 
 Stand  open  night  and   day  ; 
 Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
 And  drive  our  wants  away. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     207.     C.  M 
 
 Hie  promises  of  the  covenant  of  grace.  Isa.  iv.  1,2 
 Zeeh.  xiii.  17  ;  Mic.  vii.  12  ;  Ezek.  xxxvi.  25,  Su 
 
 TN  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives. 
 *   To  gather  empty  wind ; 
 
INVITATION.  147 
 
 The  choicest  blessings  earth  can  yield, 
 Will  starve  a  hungry  mind. 
 
 2  Come,  and  the  lord  sliali  feed  our  souls 
 
 With  more  substantial  meat ; 
 With  such  as  saints  in  glory  love, 
 With  such  as  angels  eat. 
 
 3  Our  God  will  every  want  supply, 
 
 And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace, 
 He  gives  by  cov'nant  and  by  oath, 
 The  riches  of  his  grace. 
 
 1  Come,  and  he'll  cleanse  our  spotted  souls 
 And  wash  away  our  stains, 
 In  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son 
 Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 
 
 5  [Our  guilt  shall  vanish  all  away, 
 
 Though  black  as  hell  before ; 
 Our  sins  shall  sink  beneath  the  sea, 
 And  shall  be  found  no  more. 
 
 6  And  lest  pollution  should  o'erspread. 
 
 Our  inward  powers  again, 
 His  spirit  shall  bedew  our  souls, 
 Like  purifying  rain.] 
 
 7  Our  heart,  that  flinty,  stubborn  thing. 
 
 That  terrors  cannot  move  ; 
 That  fears  no  thrcat'nin^s  of  his  wrath. 
 Shall  be  dissolv'd  by  love. 
 
 6  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  away, 
 Til  at  would  not  be  refin'd, 
 And  from  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
 Bestow  a  sofl:er  mind. 
 
 9  There  shall  his  sacred  Spirit  dwell, 
 And  deep  engrave  his  law  ; 
 And  every  motion  of  our  soals, 
 To  swift  obedience  draw. 
 
148  FOR  THE  CONTRITE. 
 
 10  Thus  will  he  pour  salvation  down. 
 And  we  shall  render  praise ; 
 We,  tlie  dear  people  of  his  love, 
 And  he  our  God  of  g-race. 
 
 FOR  THE  CONTRITE. 
 
 BeoDOME.]    20S.     L.  M. 
 
 The  Prodigal  Son;  or,  the  repeniing  Sinner  nc 
 cepled.     Luke  xv.  32. 
 rriHE  mighty  God  will  not  despise 
 -*-    The  contrite  heart  for  sacrifice  ; 
 The  dcep-fetcli'd  sigli,  the  secret  groaji, 
 Rises  accepted  to  the  throne. 
 
 2  He  meets,  with  tokens  of  his  grace  ; 
 The  trembling  lip,  the  blushing  face ; 
 His  bowels  yearn  when  sinners  pray, 
 And  mercy  bears  their  sins  away. 
 
 3  When    fill'd   with   grief,  o'erwhelm'd    with 
 
 shame. 
 He,  pitying,  heals  their  broken  frame  I 
 He  hears  their  sad  complaints,  and  spies 
 His  image  in  their  weeping   eyes. 
 
 4  Thus,  what  a  rapt'rous  joy  possess'd 
 The  tender  parent's  throbbing  breast; 
 To  see  his  spendthrift  son  return, 
 And  hear  him  nis  past  follies  mourn. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     209.     L.  M 
 
 Chrisfs  invitation  to  sinners ;  or  humility  anit 
 
 pride.     Matt.  xi.  28,  30. 
 
 *  /^OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  soula, 
 ^^   Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  rome ; 
 I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
 And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 
 
FOR  THE  CONTRITE.  149 
 
 'They  shall  find  rest,  that  learn  of  ine » 
 
 I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  nimd; 
 But  passion   rages  like  the  sea, 
 
 And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 
 '  Blcss'd  is  tlie  man  whose  sliouldcrs  take 
 
 My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight; 
 My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 
 
 My  grace  siiall    make  the    burden    light 
 Jesus,  we  come  at   thy  command; 
 
 Willi  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal. 
 Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand. 
 
 To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will 
 
 Edmund  Jones.]     210.     C.  M. 
 /  will  go  unto  the  King.     Esther  iv.  18. 
 
 COME,  iiumble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
 A  thousand  thoughts  revolve ; 
 Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd, 
 
 And  make  this  last  resolve. 
 '  I'll  gr-  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
 
 Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
 I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
 
 Whatever    may  oppose. 
 Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne. 
 
 And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 
 ['11  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
 
 Without  his  sovereign  grace. 
 I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach. 
 
 Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives ; 
 Perlwps  he  may  command  my  touch. 
 
 And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 
 Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea. 
 
 Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer* 
 But  it'  I  perish  I  will  pray. 
 
 And  perish  only  there. 
 
160  FOR  THE  CXJNI'RITE. 
 
 6  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go; 
 I  am  rcsolv'd  to  try, 
 For  if  I  stay  awuy,  I  kiiu., 
 '  must  for  ever  die.' 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     211.     L  M 
 A   penitent  pleading  for  jHirdon. 
 ^HOW  pity,  Lord!    O  Lord,  forgive 
 ^^   Let  a  repenting  rebel  live ; 
 Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
 May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 
 1  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
 The  power   and  gli^ry  of  thy  grace  ; 
 Great  God  I    thy   nature  hatli  no  bound, 
 So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 
 
 3  O,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin. 
 
 And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  , 
 Here,  on  my  heart,  the  burden  lies, 
 And  past  olfences  pain  my  eyes. 
 
 4  My  lips  with  siiame  my  sins  confess. 
 Against  thy  laws,  against  thy  grace: 
 Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
 I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 
 
 5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  m}'^  breatk 
 I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death  ; 
 And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
 
 TJiy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 
 
 6  Yet,  save  a  trembling  sinner.  Lord, 
 Wliose  liope,  still  hov'ring  round  thy  wore. 
 Would  liglit  on  some  sweet  promise  there 
 Some  sure  support  against  despair. 
 
 Nkwton.]     212.    S.  M. 
 The  pool  of  Bcthcsda.     John  v  2—4. 
 
 BESIDE  the  gospel  pool, 
 Aj>pointed  for  the  poor. 
 
FOR  THE  VJUJNTRITE.  l.)) 
 
 From  year  to  year,  my  helpless  souJ 
 Has  waited  for  a  cure. 
 
 2  How  often  have  I  seen 
 
 The  healing  waters  move, 
 And  others  round  me,  stepping  in, 
 Tlieir  efficacy  prove  I 
 
 3  But  my  comj)laints  remain, 
 
 I  feel  the  very  same ; 
 As  full  of  guilt,  and  fear  and  pain, 
 As  when  at  first  I  came 
 1  O,  would  the  Lord  appear, 
 My  malady  to  heal ; 
 He  knows  how  long  I've  languish'd  here 
 And  what  distress  I  feel. 
 5  How  often  have  I  thought, 
 Why  should  I  longer  lie  ? 
 Surely  the  mercy  I  have  sought, 
 Is  not  for  such  as  I. 
 I  But  whither  can  I  go? 
 There  is  no  other  pool, 
 Where  streams  of  sov'reign  virtue  flow, 
 To  make  a  sinner  whole. 
 T   Here,  then,  from  day  to  day, 
 I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  try ; 
 Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray, 
 Yet  suffer  him  to  die  ? 
 ^  No,  he  is  flill  of  grace; 
 He  never  will  permit 
 A  soul  that  fain  would  see  his  fare, 
 To  perish  at  his  feet. 
 
 213.    L.  M. 
 
 rhe  grieved  Spirit  entreated  not  to  depart. 
 
 ^TAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  staj  ; 
 
 ^^  Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite. 
 
ISe  HYMNS  ON 
 
 Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
 Nor  take  thy  everlasting  flight. 
 
 2  Thouifh   I  have  most  unfaithful  been, 
 
 or  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  receiv'd , 
 Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen. 
 Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  griev  d 
 
 3  But  O !   the  cliicf  of  sinners   spare. 
 
 In  honour  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 
 Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear, 
 I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest 
 
 4  If  yet  thou  canst  my  sins  forgive. 
 
 E'en  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes; 
 Into  tliy  rest  of  love,  receive 
 
 And  bless  me  with  a  calm  repose. 
 
 5  E'en  now  my  weary  soul  release, 
 
 And  raise  me  by  thy  gracious  hand ; 
 Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
 And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd   land. 
 
 HYMNS  ON  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS 
 
 Dr.  Doddridge.]     214.     C.  M. 
 Lovest  thou  me'{ 
 
 DO  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord? 
 Behold  my  heart,  and  see ; 
 And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out. 
 
 That  dares  to  rival   thee. 
 Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul? 
 
 Then  let  me  notliing  love ; 
 Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 
 
 When  Jesus  cannot  move. 
 Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 
 
 To  my  attentive  ear  ? 
 Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
 
 My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  153 
 
 4  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest   Lord ; 
 But  O  !  I  long  to  soar 
 Far  from  tliis  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
 Aiid  learn  to  love  thef  ■--—'' 
 
 Wesley's  Collection.]     215.     C.  M. 
 
 tVie  glories  of  Jesus,  and  the  blessings  of  hit 
 
 grace. 
 
 OFOR  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 
 My  dear  Redeemer's  praise ; 
 The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
 The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 
 a  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 
 Assist  me  to  proclaim. 
 To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
 The  honours  of  tliy  name. 
 
 3  Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 
 
 That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
 
 'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
 
 'Tis  life,  and  joy,  and  peace. 
 
 4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancell'd  sin, 
 
 He  sets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
 His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean. 
 His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 
 
 5  Look  unto  him,  ye  nations,  own 
 
 Your  God,  ye  fallen  race ; 
 Look  and  be  sav'd  through  faith  alone, 
 Be  justified  by  grace. 
 
 Wesley's  Collection.]     216.     S.  M. 
 The  anxious  inquiry. 
 
 AND  am  I  born  to  die? 
 To  lay  this  body  down  ? 
 And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 
 Into  a  v/orld  unknown — 
 
1.04  HYMNS  ON 
 
 2  A  land  of  deepest  shade, 
 
 Unpierc'd  by  human  thought; 
 
 The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 
 
 Wlicrc  all  things  are  forgot  ? 
 
 3  Soon  as  from  earth  1  go, 
 
 What  will  become  of  me  ? 
 Eternal  happiness  or  woe 
 Musi  then  my  portion  be. 
 
 4  VV^ak'd  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 
 
 I  from  my  grave  shall  rise, 
 And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crown'd 
 And  view  the  lluming  skies. 
 
 5  How  shall  I  leave  the  tomb? 
 
 With  triumph  or  regret  ? 
 A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom, 
 A  curse  or  blessing  meet  ? 
 
 6  Shall  angel  bands  conve}' 
 
 Their  brother  to  the  bar  ? 
 Or  devils  drag  my  soul  away, 
 To  meet  its  sentence  there? 
 
 7  Lord,  teach  my  soul  to  shun 
 
 Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe ; 
 That  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 
 I  may  with  joy  appear. 
 
 White.]     217.     L.  M.     Matt.  ii.   10. 
 
 WHEN,  marshalled  on  the  nightly  pUiB 
 The  glittering  hosts  bestud  the  sky, 
 One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 
 
 Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 
 
 I  Hark!  hark!  to  God  the  chorus  break*, 
 From  every  host,  from  every  gem; 
 But  one  alone,  the  Saviour  speaks, 
 It  is  the  Star  of  Retlilehem. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  15,-) 
 
 i  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 
 
 The  storm  Was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
 The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely   blow'd 
 
 The  winii,  that  toss'd  my  foundering  bi'k 
 
 4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 
 
 Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
 When  suddenly  a  star  arose — 
 It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
 
 6  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 
 It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease* 
 And,  through  the  storm  and  dangerous  thrall 
 It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
 
 6  Now  safely  moor'd,  my  perils  o'er, 
 I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
 For  ever  and  for  evermore. 
 
 The  Star,  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
 
 Watts.]     *21H.     S.  M.     Psalm   104. 
 
 LET  every  creature  join 
 To  praise  th'  eternal  God; 
 Ye  heavenly  hosts,  the  song  begin, 
 And  sound  his  name  abroad. 
 
 2  Thou  sun,  with  golden  beams, 
 
 And  moon,  with  paler  rays, 
 Ye  staiTy  Ughts,  ye  twinkUng  flames, 
 Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise. 
 
 3  He  built  those  worlds  above. 
 
 And  fix'd  their  wondrous  frame; 
 By  his  command  they  stand  or  move 
 And  ever  speak  his  name. 
 
166  HYMNS  OJN 
 
 4  By   til  his  works  above, 
 
 His  honours  be  express'tl! 
 But  saints  that  taste  his  saving  love, 
 Should  sing  his  praises  best 
 
 N 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     219.     L.  M 
 
 Advice  to  youth  ;  or,  old  aare  and  death  in  an  un 
 converted  state.     Eec.  xii   1,  7;  Isa.  Ixv.  20. 
 J'OW  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
 Remember  your  Creator,  God  ; 
 Behold  the  mouths  come   hastening  on, 
 When  you  shall  say,  '  My  joys  are  gone.' 
 Behold,  the  aged  sinner  goes. 
 Laden  with  guilt,  and  heavy  woes, 
 Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
 With  endless  curses  on  his  head  ! 
 The  dust  returns  to  dust  again ; 
 The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain. 
 Ascends  to  God  not  there  to  dwell, 
 But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell. 
 Eternal   King,  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
 Teach  me  to  know  how  irail  I  am  ; 
 And  wlicn  my  soul  must  hence  remove. 
 Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     220.     L.  M. 
 Believe  and  be  saved.     John  iii.  16 — 18. 
 
 jVrOT  to  condemn  tiie  sons  of  men, 
 -^  '    Did  Clirist  the  Son  of  God  appear  ; 
 No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen. 
 No  flanimg  sword,  nor  thunder  tliera 
 2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
 
 He  lov'd  the  race  of  men  so  well. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  15? 
 
 He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 
 Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  helL 
 
 3  Sinners,  be'icve  the  Saviour's  word, 
 
 Trust  in  his  mighty  name  and  live  f 
 A  thousand  joys  Jiis  lips  afford, 
 
 His  hands  a  tliousand  blessings  give. 
 
 4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
 
 On  rebels  who  refuse  the  grace, 
 Who  God's  eternal  Son   despise, 
 
 The  hottest  hell  shall  be  their  place. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     221.     L.M. 
 
 Salvation  in  the  Cross. 
 
 TTERE,  at  thy  cross,  my  dying  God, 
 -*•-•-  I  lay  my  soul  beneath  tliy  love, 
 Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
 Jksus  I  nor  shall  it  e'er  remove. 
 
 2  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  say. 
 
 With  rage  and  ligiitning  in  their  eyes, 
 Nor  hell  shall  fright  my  heart  away, 
 Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rise. 
 
 3  Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  thence, 
 
 Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie 
 Resolv'd  (for  that's  my  last  defence) 
 
 If  I  must  perish,  there  to  die. 
 *  But  speak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear . 
 
 Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade  ? 
 'I"Tiy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here. 
 
 Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 
 ^  Ves,  I'm  secure  beneath  thy  blood, 
 
 And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim 
 Hosanna  to  my  dying  God, 
 
 And  my  best  honours  to  liis  name. 
 
I 
 
 158  HYMNS  ON 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     222.     L.  IM 
 
 Parting  with  carnal  joys. 
 
 SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away ; 
 Away,  yfc  icmpters  of  the  mind, 
 False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 
 
 And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 
 Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 
 
 Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair; 
 And  whilst  I  listen'd  to  your  song, 
 
 Your  streams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there 
 Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace. 
 
 That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss ; 
 That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas 
 
 And  bid  me  seek  superior  bliss. 
 Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 
 
 I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  mine  eyes 
 O,  for  the  pinions  «f  a  dove, 
 
 To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  I 
 There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 
 
 Oceans  of  endless  pleasures  roll , 
 There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode. 
 
 And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul- 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     223.     L.  M. 
 
 Longing  to  praise  Christ  better. 
 
 LORD,    when  my  thoughts  with  wondei 
 roll 
 O'er  the  sharp  sorrows  of  thy  soul, 
 And  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws 
 Repair'd  and  honour'd  by  thy  cross ; 
 When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  sin, 
 Vanquish'd  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine  ; 
 And  see  the  man  that  groan'd  and  died 
 Sit  glorious  by  his  father's  side ; 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  158 
 
 My  passions  rise  and  soar  above ; 
 I'm  wing'd  witli  faitli  and    fired  with  love 
 Fain  would  I*  reach  eternal  thing-s, 
 And  learn  the  notes  that  Gabriel  sings. 
 But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complams, 
 For  want  of  their  immortal  strains  ; 
 And  in  such  huniLlc  notes  as  these, 
 Must  fall  below   thy  victories. 
 Well,  the  kind  minute  must  appear, 
 When  we  shall  leave  these  bodies  here, 
 These  clogs  of  clay  ;  and  mount  on  high 
 To  join  the  songs  above  the  sky. 
 
 Newton.]     224. 
 
 The  meal  and  cruse  of  oil.    I  Kings  xvii.  16 
 
 BY  the  poor  widow's  oil  and  meal 
 Elijah  was  sustain'd  ; 
 Though  small  the  stock,  it  lasted  well. 
 For  God  the  store  maintain'd. 
 
 2  It  seem'd  as  if,  from  day  to  day, 
 
 They  were  to  eat  and  die ; 
 But  still,  though  in  a  secret  way. 
 He  sent  a  fresh  supply. 
 
 3  Thus  to  his  poor  he  still  will  g-ive 
 
 Just  for  the  present  hour ; 
 But  for  to-morrow  they  must  live 
 Upon  his  word  and  power. 
 
 4  No  barn  or  store-house  th*^}'  possess, 
 
 On  which  they  can  depend  ; 
 Yet  ha^^e  no  cause  to  fear  distress  ; 
 For  J?sus  is  their  friend. 
 
 5  Then  let  no  doubts  your  mind  assail  ? 
 
 Remember,  God  has  said, 
 '  The  cruse  and  barrel  shall  not  fail, 
 My  people  shall  be  fed.' 
 
leO  HYMNS  ON 
 
 6  And    thus,  though  faint  it  often  seems. 
 
 He  keeps  their  grace  alive  ; 
 SuppHcd  by  his  refreshing  streams, 
 Tlicir  dying  hopes  revive. 
 
 7  Though  in  ourselves  we  have  no  stock, 
 
 The  Lord  is  nigii  to  sa^e ; 
 His  door  flics  open  when  we  knock. 
 And  'tis  but  ask  and   have. 
 
 Nevvton.]     225.  C.  M.   Looking  at  the  Crwa 
 
 IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
 Unaw'd  by  shame  or  fear ; 
 Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight. 
 And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 
 
 2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 
 
 In  agonies  and  blood. 
 He  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
 As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 
 
 3  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath. 
 
 Can  I  forget  that  look; 
 It  secm'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
 Thoiigh  not  a  word  he  spoke. 
 
 4  My  conscience  felt,  and  own'd  the  guilt, 
 
 And  plung'd  me  in  despair ; 
 I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  liud  spilt, 
 And  nelp'd  to  nail  him  there. 
 
 5  Alas  1    I  knew  not  what  I   did, 
 
 But  now  my  tears  are  vain  ; 
 ^'here  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hut 
 For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 
 
 6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
 
 '  I  freely  all  forgive ; 
 fhis  blood  is  for  thy  rajisom  paid; 
 I'll  die,  that  thou  mayVt  live.' 
 7  l^hus,  while  his  death  my  sin  display*. 
 In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  16i 
 
 i^Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace,) 
 
 It  seals  my  pardon  ton 
 8  Witli  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy 
 
 My  spirit  now  is  fill'd, 
 Thill  I  should  such  a  lil'e  destroy, 
 
 Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 
 
 Hart. J     226.     L.  M.    Backsliders. 
 OACKSLIDING  souls,  return  to  God 
 -*-*  Your  faithful  God  is  gracious  still ; 
 Leave  the  false  ways  ye  long  liave  trod. 
 
 And  he  will  all  backslidings  heal. 
 Your  first  espousals  call  to  mind ; 
 
 'Tis  time  ye  should  be  now  reclaim'd , 
 What  fruit  could  ever  Christians  find, 
 
 In  things  whereof  they  are  asham'd  ' 
 The  indignation  of  the  Lord 
 
 Awhile  endure,  for  'tis  your  due ; 
 But  firm  and  steadfast  stands  his  word, 
 
 Though  you  are  faitliless,  he  is  true. 
 Poor,  famish'd  prodigal,  come  home ; 
 
 Thy  father's  house  is  open  yet ; 
 !Much  greater  mercy  bids  thee  come. 
 
 Than  all  thy  sins,  though  these  are  greal 
 The  blood  of  Christ  (a  precious  blood  !) 
 
 Cleanses  from  all  sin,  (doubt  it  not,) 
 And  reconciles  the  soul  to  God, 
 
 From  every  folly,  every  fault. 
 
 Hart.]     227.     C.  M.    Backsliders. 
 I^ESERTERS,  to  the  camp  return; 
 ^-^  Resume  your  former  post ; 
 Bewail  your  crimes,  your  baseness  mourn, 
 
 For  yet  ye  are  not  lost. 
 2  Your's  is  a  sad,  a  dangerous  case  , 
 
 Be  humble  and  repent ;  ^  , 
 
102  HYMNS  ON 
 
 Mercy  you'll  find,  thoug-h  o'er  so  base, 
 The  moment  you  relent. 
 
 3  Sinners  are  sav'd   by  Jesus'  olood, 
 
 Ilow  vile  soe'er  they  be  ; 
 
 Eternal  life 's  the  gift,  of  God 
 
 And  gifts  are  always  free. 
 
 4  'Tis  not  by  works  of  righteousness, 
 
 Which  any  man  has  done ; 
 But  God  has  sent  his  Son  to  bless , 
 Return  and  kiss  the  Son. 
 
 Hart.]     22§.    L.  M.     The  stony  heart. 
 /^H  !    for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
 ^^  To  take  this  stubborn  stone  away 
 And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine. 
 This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine 
 
 2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake. 
 
 The  seas  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake, 
 Of  feeling,  all  things  show  some  sign. 
 But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 
 
 3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt. 
 
 Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt; 
 But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
 
 And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 
 
 4  Thy  judgments,  too,  unmov'd  I  hear, 
 
 (Amazing  thought!)  which  devils  fear; 
 Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine, 
 To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 
 
 5  But  something  yet  can  do  the  deed, 
 
 And  that  dear  something  much  I  necc 
 Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 
 
 Ajid  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine 
 
 iVfoNTGOMERT.]     *>29.     C.  M.     Psalm  vi.  4 
 
 MERCY  alone  can  meet  my  c««e, 
 For  mercy,  Lord,  I  cry ; 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS  ift3 
 
 Jesas,  R«rdcemer,  show  thy  face 
 
 In  mercy,  or  I  die. 
 Save  me,  for  none  beside  can  save; 
 
 At  thy  command  I  tread, 
 With  failing  step,  life's  stormy  wave— 
 
 The  wave  goes  o'er  my  head. 
 
 I  perish,  and  my  doom  were  just, 
 
 But  wilt  thou  leave  me? — No: 
 I  hold  Thee  fast,  my  hope,  my  trust; 
 
 I  will  not  let  Thee  go. 
 
 Still  sure  to  me  thy  promise  stands, 
 
 And  ever  must  abide; 
 Behold  it  written  on  thy  hands, 
 
 And  graven  in  thy  side. 
 
 To  this,  this  only  will  I  cleave; 
 
 Thy  word  is  all  my  plea; 
 That  word  is  truth,  and  I  believe  ;-- 
 
 Have  mercy.  Lord,  on  me! 
 
 H.vRT.]     *J30.     L.  M.     Gooa  vaorfca. 
 
 IN  vain  men  talk  of  living  faith, 
 When  all  their  works  exhibit  death; 
 When  they  indulge  some  sinful  view, 
 In  all  they  say,  and  all  they  do. 
 
 8  The  true  believer  fears  the  Lord ; 
 Obeys  his  precepts,  keeps  his  word 
 Commits  his  works  to  God  alone, 
 And  seeks  his  will  before  his  own. 
 
 3  A  barren  tree  that  bears  no  fruit, 
 Brings  no  great  glory  to  its  root; 
 When  on  the  boughs  rich  fruit  we  see, 
 'Tis  then  we  cry,  'a  goodly  tree!* 
 
 4  Never  did  men,  by  faith  divine, 
 To  selfishness  or  sloth  incline* 
 
164  HYMNS  ON 
 
 The  Christian  works  with  all  his  puwer, 
 And  grieves  that  he  can  work  no  more. 
 
 Hart.]     231.     S.  M.     Good  T --tv. 
 
 VAIN  man,  to  boast  forbear, 
 Tue  knowledge  in  thy  head 
 The  sacred  scriptures  this  declare, 
 Faith  without  works  is  dead. 
 
 2  When  Christ,  the  Judge,  shall  come. 
 
 To  render  each  his  due, 
 He'll  deal  thy  deeds  their  righteous  doom 
 And  set  thy  works  in  view. 
 
 3  Food  to  the  hungry  give ; 
 
 Give  to  the  thirsty  drink ; 
 
 To  follow  Christ  is  to  believe; 
 
 Dead  faith  is  but  to  think. 
 
 4  The  man  that  loves  the  Lord, 
 
 Will  mind  whate'er  he  bid; 
 Will  pay  regard  to  all  his  word, 
 And  do  as  Jesus  d'd. 
 
 5  The  dead  professor  counts 
 
 Good  works  as  legal  ties; 
 His  faith  to  action  seldom  mounts; 
 On  doctrine  he  relies. 
 e  But  words  engender  strife; 
 Behold  the  Gos-pel  plan! 
 Trust  in  the  Lord  alone  for  life, 
 And  do  what  good  you  can. 
 
 •232. 
 
 LORD  of  Hosts,  to  thee  we  ra.'«e 
 Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise; 
 Who  walk'd  no  more,  the  scriptures  say. 
 With  him  and  with  his  fold. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  16A 
 
 S  And  will  ye  go  away  1 
 
 From  Christ,  his  house,  his  friend*, 
 His  table,  his  delighU'ul  day, 
 And  bliss  that  never  ends? 
 
 3  And  will  ye  go  away  1 
 
 And  whither  will  ye  go  1 
 Will  you  in  sin  and  bondage  stray. 
 To  everlasting  wo? 
 
 4  Did  not  your  heart  once  say, 
 
 Though  others  thee  deny, 
 Yea,  should  a  world  thy  cause  betray, 
 Yet  never.  Lord,  will  I. 
 
 5  Dear  Lord,  one  bliss  impart, 
 
 ('Tis  not  for  hcav'n  we  pray,) 
 But — let  us  not  from  thee  depart, 
 No,  never  go  away. 
 
 Newton.]     233.     L.  M.  Christ  crucijiea 
 
 WHEN  en  the  cross  my  Lord  I  see, 
 lJler«Hiin  to  death  for  wretched  me, 
 Satan  and  mo  no  more  can  move; 
 For  I  am  all  di«K>lv'd  in  luve. 
 
 2  His  thorns  and  uails  pierce  thro*  my  heart 
 In  every  grvwu:  I  bo*/  a  part; 
 
 I  view  h'\i  Wounds  with  streaming  eyes; 
 But  see!  he  bows  his  head  and  dies. 
 
 3  Come,  sinners,  view  the  Lamb  of  God, 
 Wounded  and  dead,  and  bath'd  in  blood 
 Behold  his  side,  and  venture  near; 
 
 The  well  of  endless  life  is  here. 
 
 4  Here  I  forget  my  cares  and  pams; 
 I  drink,  yet  still  my  thirst  remains; 
 Only  the  Fountain-head  above. 
 Can  satisfy  the  thirst  of  love. 
 
166  HYMNS  ON 
 
 5  Oh,  that  I  thus  can  always  feel  I 
 Lord,  more  and  more  thy  love  reveal  I 
 Then  my  glad  tongue  shall  loud  proclaint 
 The  grace  and  glory  of  thy  name. 
 
 6  Thy  name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fear, 
 Revives  my  heart,  and  charms  my  ear  ; 
 Affords  a  balm  for  every  wound, 
 
 And  Satan  trembles  at  the   sound. 
 
 234.    L.  M. 
 
 ■p'TERNITY  is  just  at  hand  ; 
 -■-^  And  shall  I  waste   my  ebbing  sana. 
 And  careless  view  departing  day, 
 And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 
 
 2  Eternity  !  tremendous  sound  ! 
 
 To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  wound ; 
 But  oh  !  if  Christ  and  heaven  be  mine, 
 How  sweet  the  accents !  how  divine  I 
 
 3  Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care, 
 My  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  prayer, 
 An  interest  in  tlie  Saviour's  blood, 
 My  pardon  seal'd,  and  peace  with  God. 
 
 4  But  should  my  brightest  hopes  be  vain— 
 The  rising  doubt,  how  sharp  its  pain  1 
 My  fears,  O  gracious  God,  remove ; 
 Confirm  my  title  to  thy  love. 
 
 5  Search,  Lord,  O  search  my  inmost  heart 
 And  light,  and  hope,  and  joy  impart; 
 From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free. 
 
 And  guide  me  safe  to  heaven  and  thee. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     235.    L.U 
 Desiring  to  litoe  Christ. 
 
 <OME,  let  me  love  ;  or  is  my  mind 
 '  Harden'd  to  stone,  or  froze  to  ice? 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  167 
 
 I  see  the  blessed  Fair  One  bend, 
 
 And  stoop  t'  embrace  mc  from  tlie  skiea 
 2  O  I  'tis  a  thought  would  melt  a  rock. 
 And  make  a  lioart  of  iron  move  ; 
 That  those  sweet  lips,  tliat  heavenly  lookj 
 Should  seek  and  wish  a  mortal's  love  I 
 .i  I  was  a  traitor  doom'd  to  fire, 
 Bound  to  sustain  eternal  pains ; 
 He  flew  on  wings  of  strong  desire, 
 
 Assum'd  my  guilt  and  took  my  chains 
 
 4  Infinite  grace  !  Almighty  charms  ! 
 
 Stand  in  amaze,  O  earth  and  skies  I 
 Jesus,  the  God,  with  naked  arms, 
 Hangs  on  a  cross  of  love,  and  dies. 
 
 5  Did  pity  ever  stoop  so  low, 
 
 Dress'd  in  divinity  and  blood  ? 
 Was  ever  rebel  courted  so ; 
 
 With  groans  of  an  expiring  God  ? 
 
 6  Again  he  lives,  and  spreads  his  hands. 
 
 Hands  that  Avere  nail'd  to  tort'ring  smart ; 
 '  By  these  dear  wounds,'  says  he,  and  stands 
 And  prays  to  clasp  me  to  his  heart. 
 
 7  Sure,  I  must  love  ;  or  are  my  ears 
 
 Still  deaf,  nor  will  my  passions  move  ' 
 Then  let  me  melt  this  heart  to  tears , 
 This  heart  shall  yield  to  death  or  love 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]    236.     CM. 
 
 Spiritual  and  eternal  joy ;  or  the  beatific  sight  of 
 Christ. 
 
 FROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise 
 And  run  eternal  rounds. 
 Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies, 
 And  all  created  bounds. 
 
166  HYMJVS  Oi\ 
 
 2  The  holy  tiiumphs  of  my  soul 
 
 Shall  death  itself  out-brave. 
 Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
 And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 
 
 3  There,  where  my  blessed  Jesus  reigns 
 
 In  heaveii's  unmeasur'd  space, 
 I'll  spend  a  long  eternity, 
 In  pleasure  and  in  praise. 
 
 4  Millions  of  years  my  wond'ring  eyes 
 
 Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
 And  endless  ages  111  adore 
 The  glories  of  thy  love. 
 
 5  [Sweet  Jesus  I  every  smile  of  thine 
 
 Shall  fresh  endearments  bring, 
 And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delight 
 From  all  thy  graces  spring. 
 
 6  Haste,  my  Beloved,  fetch  my  soul 
 
 Up  to  thy  blest  abode  ; 
 Fly,  for  my  spirit  longs  to  see 
 My  Saviour  and  my  God. J 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     237.     C.  M. 
 
 Christ  Jesus,  the  Lamb  of  God,  worshipped  by  all 
 the  creation.     Rev.  v.  11,  13. 
 
 COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
 With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
 Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues. 
 But  all  their  joys  art  one. 
 2  '  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,'  they  ciy, 
 '  To  be  exalted  lhu;s ;' 
 '  Worthy  the   Lamb,'  our  lips  leply, 
 '  For  he  was  slain  for  us.' 
 ID  Jesus  is  wortliy  to  receive 
 Honour  ;ind  power  divine; 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  16l 
 
 And  blessing's,  more  than  we  can  give, 
 Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 
 
 4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  tJie  sky, 
 
 And  air    and  earth,  and  seas, 
 Ck)ns|)ire  to  liil  thy  glories  hig-Ji, 
 Ajid  speak  thine  endless   praise. 
 
 5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
 
 To  bless  the  sacred  name 
 Of  liim  that  sits  upon  the  tlirone. 
 And  to  adore  the  Lainb. 
 
 SiǤ.     L.  M 
 
 COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
 With  light  and  comfort  from  above 
 Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
 O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 
 
 2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 
 From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare ; 
 Lead  to  thy  word,  that  rules  must  give, 
 And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 
 
 3  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display. 
 
 And  make  us  know  and  choose  the  way 
 Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
 That  we  fron:  God  may  ne'er  depart 
 
 4  Lead  us  to  holiness,  the  load 
 
 That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God 
 Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
 Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 
 
 5  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest. 
 In  his  enjoyment  to  be  blest ; 
 Lead  us  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
 Where  ploisure  in  perfection  i». 
 
17G  iiYMNS  ON 
 
 Dr  Watts.]     239.     C.  M. 
 God's  presence  is  light  in  darkness. 
 Y  God  I  the  spring  of  all  my  joysi 
 
 M 
 
 The  life  of  my  delights. 
 The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
 And  comfort  of  my  nights  I 
 
 2  In  darkest  shades,  if  he  appear, 
 
 My  dawning  is  begun ; 
 He  is  my  soul's  sweet  Morning  Star, 
 And  he  my  rising  Sun. 
 
 3  The  opening  heavens  round  me  shine. 
 
 With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
 While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
 And  whispers,  '  I  am  his.' 
 i  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay. 
 At  that  transporting   word ; 
 Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
 T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 
 5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
 I'd  break  through  every  foe ; 
 The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith. 
 Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 
 
 240.     C.  M.     1  Cor.  vi.  17. 
 
 DEAR  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 
 My  soul  for  shelter  flies; 
 'Tis  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat 
 When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 
 
 I  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 
 If  thou,  ray  God,  art  near; 
 Thv  giace  can  raise  my  comforts  high. 
 And  ba'iish  every  fear. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  17 
 
 3  My  great  Protector,  and  my  Lord, 
 
 Thy  constant  aid  impart; 
 Oh!  let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word 
 Sustain  my  trembUng  heart. 
 
 4  Oh !  never  let  my  soul  remove 
 
 From  this  divine  retreat; 
 Still  let  me  trust  thy  power  and  love, 
 And  dwell  beneath  thy  feet. 
 
 Watts.]     241.     C  M. 
 Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 
 
 PLUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
 We  vTretched  sinners  lay, 
 Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
 
 Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 
 With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  Grace 
 
 Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
 He  saw,  and  (0  amazing  love!) 
 
 He  ran  to  our  relief. 
 Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 
 
 With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
 Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
 
 And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
 He  spoil'd  the  powers  of  darkness  thua, 
 
 And  broke  our  iron  chains; 
 Jesus  hath  freed  our  captive  souls 
 
 From  everlasting  pains. 
 O !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 
 
 Their  lasting  silence  break; 
 And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
 
 The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 
 24:1.     Second  Part. 
 MoxTGOMERT.]     S.  M.     Zech.  xiv.  8.  ft. 
 
 NOW  living  waters  flow 
 To  cheer  the  humble  soul. 
 
172  HYMNS  0^ 
 
 from  sea  to  sea  the  rivers  go, 
 And  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 
 
 2  Now  righteousness  shall  spring, 
 
 And  grow  on  earth  again: 
 Jesus  Jehovah  be  our  king, 
 And  o'er  the  nations  reign. 
 
 3  Jesus  shall  rule  alone, 
 
 The  world  shall  hear  his  word; 
 By  one  blest  name  shall  He  be  known, 
 The  Universal   Lord. 
 
 Watts.]     '242.     S.  M.     God  all  and  in  oU 
 
 MY  (lod,  my  life,  my  love, 
 To  thee,  to  thee  f  call; 
 I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove,  , 
 
 For  thou  art  all  in  all. 
 
 2  [Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
 
 'J'his  dungeon  where  I  dwell; 
 'Tis  |)aradise  when  thou  art  here; 
 If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 
 
 3  The  smi lings  of  thy  face, 
 
 How  amiable  they   are! 
 'Tis  Heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 
 And  tu>where  else  but  there. 
 
 4  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
 
 'J'he  angels  own   their  bliss; 
 They  sit  arnurul  thy  gracious  throne. 
 And  dwell   where  Jesus  is. 
 6  Not  all  the  harps  above 
 
 Can   make  a  heavenly  place, 
 If  God  his  residence  remove, 
 Or  but  conceal  his  face.] 
 6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 
 Can  one  delight  afford; 
 No.  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
 Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  173 
 
 Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 
 
 Where  all  iny  pleasures  roll 
 The  circle  where  my  passions  inovo, 
 
 And  centre  of  my  soul. 
 [To  thee  my  sjarits  fly, 
 
 With  infinite  desire; 
 And  yet,  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  I 
 
 Dear  Jesus,  raise  rae  higher.] 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     243.     CM. 
 
 God  my  only  happiness.    Ps.  Ixxiii.  25. 
 
 MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
 My  everlasting  all; 
 I've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 
 Or  on  tliis  earthly  ball. 
 
 2  [What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies. 
 
 And  this  inferior  clod  I 
 There  's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
 There  's  nothing  like  my  God. 
 
 3  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun. 
 
 Scatters  his  feeble  light ; 
 'Tis  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon; 
 If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 
 
 4  And  whilst  upon  my  restless  bed, 
 
 Amongst  the  shades  I  roll. 
 If  my  Rcd«emer  shows  his  head, 
 'Tis  morning  with  my  soul.] 
 
 5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 
 
 And  health  and  safe  abode ; 
 Thanks  to  tliy  name  for  meaner  things, 
 But  they   ire  not  my  God. 
 
 6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth. 
 
 If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ! 
 Or  what 's  my  safety  or  my  health. 
 Or  all  mv  friends  to  me  ? 
 
174  liYMNS  ON 
 
 7  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earthy 
 
 And  call'd  the  stars  my  own, 
 Without  thy  graces,  and  thyself, 
 I  were  a  wretch  undone. 
 
 8  r^et  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas. 
 
 And  grasp  in  all  the  shore ; 
 Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
 And  I  desire  no  more. 
 
 Hart.]     244.    C.  M.     Tribulation. 
 
 rilHE  souls  that  would  to  Jesus  press 
 -■-    Must  fix  this  firm  and  sure ; 
 That  tribulation,  more  or  less, 
 They  must  and   shall  endure. 
 
 2  From  this  there  can  be  none  exempt 
 
 'Tis  God's  most  wise  decree ; 
 Satan  the  weakest  saint  will  tempt. 
 Nor  is  tlie  strongest  free. 
 
 3  The  world  opposes  from  witliout, 
 
 And  unbelief  within  ; 
 We  fear,  we  faint,  we  grieve,  we  douM 
 And  feel  the  load  of  sin. 
 
 4  Glad  frames  too  often  lift  us  up, 
 
 And  then  how  proud  we  grow! 
 'Till  sad  desertion  makes  us  droop, 
 And  down  we  sink  as  low. 
 
 5  Ten  thousand  baits  the  foe  preparea, 
 
 To  catch  the  wandering  heart; 
 And  seldom  do  we  see   the  snares, 
 Before  we  feci  the  smart. 
 
 6  But  let  not  all  this  terrify ; 
 
 Pursue  the  narrow  path  ; 
 Look  to  tiie  Lord  with  steadfast  eye. 
 And  fight  with  hell  by  faith. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  175 
 
 I  Though  we  are  feeble,  Christ  is  strong; 
 His  promises  are  true; 
 We  shall  be  conqu'rors  all,  ere  long, 
 And  more  than  conqu'rors  too. 
 
 Dr.  Watts'  Lvric  Poems. j     245.     L.  M. 
 
 Love  to  Christ,  present  or  absent. 
 
 ^^F  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
 ^^  Jesus,  thy  love  exceeds  the  rest; 
 Love,  the  best  blessing  here  beiow, 
 
 Tlie  nearest  image  of  tlie  blest. 
 '2  While  we  are  held  in  thy  embrace, 
 
 There's  not  a  thouglit  attempts    to  rove 
 Each  smile  upon  thy  beauteous  face, 
 
 Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  our  love. 
 
 3  While  of  thy  absence  we  complain, 
 
 And  long,  or  weep,  in  all  we  do. 
 There's  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain. 
 And  tears  have  their  own  sweetness  two 
 
 4  When  round  thy  court  by  day  we  rove. 
 
 Or  ask  the  watchman  of  the  night. 
 For  some  kind  tidings  of  our  love, 
 Thy  very  name  creates  delight. 
 
 5  Jesus,  our  God,  yet  rather  come ; 
 
 Our  eyes  would  dwell  upon  thy  face ; 
 'Tis  best  to  see  our  Lord  at  home, 
 And  feel  the  presence  of  his  grace. 
 
 Dr.  DonoRiDGE.]     246.    C.  M. 
 
 ijW  hath  cqmmanded  all  men,  everywhere,  to  repent 
 
 EPENT,  the  voice  celestial  cries. 
 Nor  longer  dare  delay ; 
 The  wretch  that  scorns*  the  mandate,  dieii. 
 And   meets  a  fiery  day. 
 
 R 
 
176  HYMNS  ON 
 
 2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  Grou 
 
 O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 
 His  heralds  arc  dispatch'd  abroad 
 To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 
 
 3  The  summons  reach  througli  all  the  earth 
 
 Let  earth  attend   and  fear  ; 
 
 Listen,  ye  men  of  royal  birth, 
 
 And  let  your  vassals  hear. 
 
 4  Together  m  his  presence  bow, 
 
 And  all  your  guilt  confess ; 
 Embrace  the  blessed  Saviour  now, 
 Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 
 
 5  Bow  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 
 
 And  call  you  to  his  bar  ; 
 For  mercy  luiows  th'  appointed  bound. 
 
 And  turns  to  vengeance  tliere. 
 I"  Amazing  love,  that  yet  will  call. 
 
 And  yet  prolong  cur  days  I 
 Our  hearts,  subdued  by  goodness,  fall, 
 
 And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 
 
 Newton.]     24T.     C.  M. 
 Will  ye  also  go  aioay  ?    John  vi.  67,  69. 
 
 WHEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  ways, 
 (Alas  !   what  numbers  do  !) 
 Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
 
 '  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too  ?' 
 Ah  I  Lord,  with  such  a  heart  as  mine. 
 
 Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 
 I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  decline. 
 
 And  prove  like  them  at  last 
 Yet,  thou  alone  hast  power,  I  know, 
 
 To  save  a  wretch  like  me  ; 
 To  whom,  or  ^^hither  could  I  go. 
 
 If  I  should  turn  from  thee  ? 
 
VAKIOliS  SUKJE(7rS.  177 
 
 4  Beyond  a  doubt,  1  rest  assur'd, 
 
 Tliou  art  the  CimisT  of  God, 
 Who  hast  eternal  life  secur'd, 
 By  promise  and  by  blood. 
 
 5  The  help  of  men  hy  angels  joined. 
 
 Could  never  reach  my  case ; 
 Nor  can  I  hope  release  to  find, 
 But  in  thy  boundless  grace. 
 
 6  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest. 
 
 And  bid  my  fears  depart ; 
 No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest, 
 And  satisfy  my  heart 
 
 7  What  anguish  has  that  question  stirr'd. 
 
 If  I  will  also  go  ? 
 Yet  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word, 
 I  humbly  answer,  No. 
 
 24§.    C.  M.     The  Flower. 
 1    OVE  is  the  sweetest  bud  that  blows ^ 
 ^-^  Its  beauty  never  dies; 
 On  earth,  among  the  saints,  it  grovrs, 
 And  ripens  in  the  skies. 
 
 Pure,  glov/ing  red,  and  spotless  white, 
 
 Its  perfect  colours  are ; 
 In  Jesus  all  its  sweets  unite, 
 
 Aiid  look  divinely  fair. 
 
 The  finest  flower  that  ever  bIow*d, 
 
 Open'd  on  Calv'ry's  tree. 
 When  J(sus'  blood  in  rivers  flow*d. 
 
 For  love  of  worthless  me. 
 
 ft*  deepest  hue,  its  richest  smell. 
 
 No  mortal  sense  can  bear; 
 Nor  can  the  tongue  of  angels  teO 
 
 How  bright  the  colours  are. 
 12 
 
178  HYMNS  ON 
 
 5  Earth  could  not  hold  so  rich  a  flower, 
 
 Nor  iialf  its  beauties  show  ; 
 Nor  could  the  world  and  Satan's  powei 
 Confine  its  sweets  below. 
 
 6  On  Canaan's  banks,  supremely  fair, 
 
 This  flower  of  wonders  blooms, 
 Transplanted  to  its  native  air, 
 And  all  the  shores  perfumes. 
 
 7  But  not  to  Canaan's  shores  confin'd, 
 
 Tlie  seeds  from  which  it  blow, 
 
 Take  root  within  the  human  mind. 
 
 And  scent  the  Church  below, 
 
 8  And  soon  on  yonder  banks  above, 
 
 Shall  every  blossom  here, 
 Appear,  a  full,  ripe  flower  of  love. 
 Like  Him,  transplanted  there. 
 
 249.    L.  M. 
 
 JESUS,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 
 Thou  hast  redeem'd  me  with  thy  blood 
 By  ties  both  natural  and  divine, 
 I  am  and  ever  will  be  thine. 
 
 2  But  ah  !  should  my  inconstant  heart, 
 Ere  I'm  aware,  from  thee  depart. 
 What  dire  reproach  w^ould  fall  on   me. 
 For  such  ingratitude  to  thee  I 
 
 3  The  thought  I  dread,  the  crime  I  hate 
 The  guilt,  the  shame  I  deprecate; 
 And  yet,  so  mighty  are  my  foes, 
 
 I  dare  not  trust  my  warmest  vows. 
 i  Pity  my  frailty,  dearest  Lord  ; 
 Grace  in  the  needful   hour  afford ; 
 O,  steel  this  tim'rous  heart  of  min«> 
 With  fortitude  and  love  divine. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  I7!l 
 
 5  So  skall  I  triumph  o'er  my  fears, 
 And  gather  joys  from  all  my  tears 
 So  shall  I  to  the  world  proclaim, 
 The  honours  of  the  Christian  uara& 
 
 CowpER.]     250.    C.  M. 
 Light  shining  out  of  darkness. 
 
 £~^  OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
 ^^  His  wonders  to  perform; 
 He  plants  his  footsteps  on  the  sea, 
 
 And  rides  upon  the  storm. 
 2   Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
 
 Of  never-failing  skill, 
 He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
 
 And  works  his  sov'reign  will. 
 i  Ye  fearflil  saints,  fresh  courage  take, 
 
 The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
 Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
 
 In  blessings  on  your  head. 
 
 4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sen^e. 
 
 But  trust  him  for  his  grace; 
 Behind  a  frowning  Providence, 
 He  hides  a  smiling  face. 
 
 5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 
 
 Unfolding  every  hour  ; 
 The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste. 
 But  sweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 
 
 251.     L.M.     Rising  to  God. 
 IVrOW  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime 
 ^^    Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time; 
 Draw  back  the  parting  veil  and  see 
 The  glories  of  eternity. 
 Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 
 Why  dfiould  we  grovel  lere  m  earth  ? 
 
180  HYMNS  ON 
 
 Why  (ffasf*  at  transitory  toys, 
 So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys ' 
 
 3  Shall  au^lit  beguile  us  on  the  road^ 
 When   we  are   walking  hack  to  GodT 
 For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
 And  dying  is  but  going  home. 
 
 4  Welcome  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge 
 That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large; 
 Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  ce^ 
 And  gives  us  with  our  Gou  to  dwell. 
 
 5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love. 
 Is  the  full  heaven  enjoy'd  above  ; 
 And  the  sweet  expectation  now, 
 
 Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 
 
 Watts.]     252.     C.  M. 
 
 Christ's  Commission. 
 
 COME,  happy  souls,  approach   your  GJob 
 With  new  melodious  songs ; 
 Come,  tender  to  almighty  grace 
 The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 
 
 2  So  siiangc,  so  boundless  was  the  love 
 
 That  pitied  dying  men, 
 The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
 To  give  them  life  again. 
 
 3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  arm'd 
 
 With  a  revenging  rod. 
 No  hard  commission  to  perform 
 The  vengeance  of  a  God. 
 
 4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 
 
 And  wrath  forsook  the  throne. 
 When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
 And  brought  salvation  down. 
 
 5  Here  sinners  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 
 
 And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry ; 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  181 
 
 Trust  in  the  inigl.ty  Saviour's  name, 
 
 And  you  sliali  never  die. 
 Sec,  dearest   Lord,  our  willing  souls 
 
 Accept  tliinc  olFeT'd  grace; 
 Wc  hiess  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
 
 And  give  the  Father  praise. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     2^fi.     L.  M. 
 77/e  nlmost  Chiislian. 
 
 BlfOAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  deatlv 
 And  thousands  walk  togeliicr  there, 
 But  wisdom  shows  a  narrower  path ; 
 
 Willi  here  and  there  a  traveller. 
 Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross, 
 
 Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command : 
 Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
 
 If  she  would  guin  the  heavenly  land. 
 The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  famts, 
 
 And  walks  the   ivays  of  Gou  no  more, 
 Is  but  estcem'd  almost  a  saint. 
 
 And  makes  his  own  destrr^non  sure. 
 Lord,  let  not  all  my  nvjpcs  be  vain. 
 
 Create  my  heart  entirely  new ; 
 Which  hy|jocrites  could  ne'er  obtain, 
 
 Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 
 
 254.     S.  M.     Christian  Union, 
 
 BLEST  be  the  tic  that  binds 
 Our  hearts  in  Christian   love! 
 The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
 
 Is  like  to  that  above. 
 Before  our  Father's  throne 
 
 Wc  pour  our  ardent  prayers : 
 Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  unns  are  one 
 Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 
 
182  HYMNS  OJN 
 
 3  We  share  our  mutual  woes; 
 
 Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 
 And  often  for  each  other  tlows 
 The  sympathizing  teai 
 
 4  When  we  asunder  part, 
 
 It  gives  us  inward  pain: 
 But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
 And  hope  to  meet  again 
 
 5  Tiiis  glorious  hope  revives 
 
 Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
 
 While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
 
 And  longs  to  see  the  day. 
 
 6  From  sorrow,  toil  and  pain, 
 
 And  sin,  we  shall  be  free; 
 And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
 To  all  eternity. 
 
 255.     L.  M.     The  good  old  way. 
 
 IlNvv^HRING  souls  who  long  to  fine 
 Para(>,^  of  sin  and  peace  of  mind. 
 Attend  the  voice  of  God  to-day, 
 Who  bids  you  seek  the  good  old  way 
 
 2  The  rigliteousncss,  th'  atoning  blood 
 Of  Jesus,  is  the  way  to  God  : 
 
 O  may  you  then  no  longer  stray. 
 But  walk  in  Christ  the  good  old  way 
 
 3  The  prophets  and  apostles  too 
 Pursu'd  tins  path  while  liere  below  : 
 Then  let  not  fear  your  soul  dismay, 
 But  come  to  Christ  the  good  old  way 
 
 4  With  cautious  zeal  and  holy  care. 
 In  this  dear  way  I'll  persevere, 
 Nor  doubt  to  meet,  another  day. 
 Where  Jesus  is,  the  good  old  way 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  183 
 
 256.     L.  M. 
 
 WHEN  converts  first  begin  to  sing, 
 Their  haj)|)y  souls  are  on  the  wing 
 Tlicir  tneme  is  all  redeeming  love, 
 Fain  would  they  be  with  Christ  above. 
 
 2  With  admiration  they  behold 
 
 The  love  of  C^hrist  that  can't  be  told  : 
 Tliey  view  themselves  upon  the  shore, 
 And  think  the  battle  is  all  o'er. 
 
 3  They  feel  themselves  quite  free  from  pain, 
 And  think  their  enemies  are  slain; 
 They  make  no  doubt  but  all  is  well, 
 And  Satan  is  cast  down  to  hell. 
 
 1  They  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing 
 And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring — 
 Ring  wnth  melodious,  joyful  sound, 
 Because  a  prodigal  is  found. 
 
 5  But  'tis  not  long  before  they  feel 
 Their  feeble  souls  begin  to  reel ; 
 
 They  tJiink  their  former  hopes  are  vain, 
 They're  fill'd  with  sorrow,  grief  and  pain 
 
 6  O  foolish  cliild,  why  didst  thou  boast 
 In  the  enlargement  of  thy  coast? 
 Why  didst  thou  thhik  to  fly  away 
 Before  thou  leav'st  this  feeble  clay  ? 
 
 7  Come  take  up  arms  and  facq  the  field. 
 Come  gird  on  harness,  sword  and  shield, 
 Stand  fast  in  faith,  fight  for  your  King, 
 And  soon  the  victory  you  shall  win. 
 
 8  When  Satin  comes  to  tempt  your  minds 
 Then  bravely  meet  him  with  these  lines 
 Jesus  our  Lord  hath  took  the  Jield, 
 
 And  we're  detenniri'd  not  to  yield. 
 
D 
 
 184  HYMNS  ON 
 
 25T.    S.  M. 
 
 Submission  under  ajjlictioiv 
 ^OST  thou  my  profit  seek, 
 And  chasten  as  a  friend  ? 
 O  God,  I'll  kiss  the  smarting  rod, 
 
 There's  honey  at  the  end. 
 Dost  thou,  throufrh  death's  dark  vaie, 
 
 Conduct  to  heaven  at    last? 
 The  fiiture  good  will  make  amends, 
 
 For  all  the  evils  past. 
 Lord,  I  would  not  repine 
 
 At  strokes  in  n)ercy  sent; 
 If  the  chastisement  come  in  love. 
 My  heart  shall  be  content 
 
 25§.    CM. 
 
 God  is  love. 
 
 COME,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Ii«)rd 
 And  lift  your  souls  above  ; 
 Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord 
 To  sing  that  God  is  love. 
 3  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 
 And  all  his   mercies  prove ; 
 Jesus,  the  gift  of  gifts  appears 
 To  show  that  God  is  love. 
 
 3  Sinai  in  clouds,  and  smoke,  and  fire. 
 
 Thunders  his  dreadful   name  ; 
 But  Sion  sings,  in  melting  notes. 
 The  honours  of  the   Lamb. 
 
 4  In  all  his  doctrines  and   commands. 
 
 His  councils  and  designs. 
 In  every  work  his  hands  have  fram*d. 
 His  love  supremely  shines. 
 
 5  Angels  and  men  the  news  proclaim 
 
 Through  earth,  and   heaven  al)ove 
 
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VARIOUS  SUBJECIS.  186 
 
 The  joyful  and  transporting  news. 
 That  God,  the  Lord,  is  love. 
 
 Wksley.]     !J59.     L.  M.     Oldag^ 
 
 IN  age  and  feebleness  extreme, 
 Who  shall  a  helpless  worm  redeem? 
 'Tis  only  Jessus,  by  his  blood, 
 Can  raise  a  sinking  soul  to  God. 
 
 2  Jesus,  my  only  hope  thou  art; 
 
 Strength  of  my  failing  flesh  and  heart; 
 O,  could  I  catch  a  smile  from  thee, 
 And  drop  into  eternity  ! 
 
 Watts.]     260.     C  M. 
 The  Messiah^s  coming  and  kingdom. 
 Tune — Rochester. 
 
 JOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come, 
 Let  earth  receive  her  King; 
 Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room. 
 And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 
 
 2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns! 
 
 Let  men  their  songs  emj)loy  ! 
 While  field>3  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains, 
 Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 
 
 3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 
 
 Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground; 
 He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow, 
 Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 
 
 I  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  gnoe. 
 And  makes  the  nations  prove 
 The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
 And  wonders  of  his  love. 
 
186  HYMNS  ON 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     261.     S.  M. 
 Dangerous  prosperity;   or,  daily  devotion  encow 
 aged. 
 Tune — Florida. 
 T    ET  sinners  take  their  course, 
 -■-^  And  choose  the  road  of  deacli ; 
 But  in  the  worship  of  my  God, 
 I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 
 
 2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne. 
 
 When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
 I  seek  his  blessing  every  noon, 
 And  pay  my  vows  at  night 
 
 3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
 
 O  my  eternal  God  ! 
 While  sinners  flourish  in  surprise, 
 Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 
 
 4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease. 
 
 And  no  sad  changes  feel, 
 They  neither  fear  nor  trust  thy  name, 
 i\or  learn  to  do  thy  will, 
 
 5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 
 
 Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
 I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
 And  rest  upon  his  word. 
 
 6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 
 
 The  children  of  his  love  ; 
 The  ground  on  which  their  safety  standi 
 No  earthly  power  can  move. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]   262.   C.  M. 
 
 The  vanity  of  man,  as  mortal. 
 
 Tune — SuFFi  eld. 
 
 TEACH  me  the   measure  of  my  days 
 Thou  Maker  of  my  frame : 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  iSl 
 
 I  wo  lid  survey  life's  narrow  space^ 
 And  learn  how  trail  1  am. 
 3  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast. 
 An  inch  or  two  of  time ; 
 Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 
 In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 
 
 3  Sec  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move. 
 
 Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain; 
 They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 
 But  all  their  noise  is  vain. 
 
 4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  show ; 
 
 Some  dig  for  golden  ore  ; 
 They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  whc 
 And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 
 
 5  Wliat  should  I  wish,  or  wait  for,  then, 
 
 From  creatures,  earth  and  dust  ? 
 They  make  our  expectations  vain. 
 And  disappoint  our  trust. 
 
 6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope. 
 
 My  fond  desires  recall ; 
 I  give  my  mortal  interest  up. 
 And  make  my  God  my  all. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     263.     S.  M. 
 
 Christ''s  cmnmission.     John  iii.  16,  17. 
 
 Tune — Ninety-Third. 
 
 RAISE  your  triumphant  songs. 
 To  an  immortal  tune  ; 
 Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
 Celestial  grace  hath  done. 
 
 2  Sing,  how  eternal  Love 
 
 Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 
 And  bid  him  raise  our  wretched  rae» 
 From  their  abyss  of  woes. 
 
 3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears. 
 
 Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow 
 
188  HYMNS  ON 
 
 No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
 To  fiercer  Haines  below. 
 
 4  'Twas  mercy  fili'd  the  throne, 
 
 Aiid  wrath  stood  silcut  by  ; 
 When  C/hrist  was  sent  with  pardons  down, 
 To  rebels  dooni'd  to  die. 
 
 5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears; 
 
 Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease  ; 
 
 Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love. 
 
 And  take  the  otfcr'd  peace. 
 
 i  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 
 We  lay  an  Iminble  claim 
 To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought. 
 And  love  and  [)raise  thy  name. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     264.    C.  M. 
 
 Hie  pilgri7nagc  of  the  Saints ;  or,  Earth  and  Heaven 
 
 Tune — Tribulation. 
 
 LORD,  wliat  a  wretched  land  is  this. 
 That  yields  us  no  supply  ; 
 No  cheering  fruits  no  wholesome  trees. 
 Nor  streams  of  living  joy  / 
 
 2  But  pricking  thorns,  thro'  all  the  ground 
 
 And  mortal  poisons  grow  ; 
 And  all  the  rivers  that  arc  found. 
 With  dangerous  waters  tlow. 
 
 3  Yet,  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 
 
 Lies  through  this  horrid  land  ; 
 Lord,  we  would  keep  the  heavenly  roiid. 
 And  run  at  thy  command. 
 
 I  fOur  souls  shall  tread  the  desert  through, 
 With  undiverted  feet; 
 
VAKIOUS  SUBJECTS.  jgg 
 
 And  faith  and  flaming  zeal  subdue 
 The  terrors  that  we  meet. 
 0  A  thousand  savage  beasts  of  prey 
 Around   the  forest  roam : 
 But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  way, 
 And  guides  the  strangers  home. 
 •  Long  nights  and  darkness  dwell  belc  W, 
 With  scarce  a  twinkling  ray; 
 But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go 
 Is  everlasting  day. 
 7  By  glimm'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears. 
 We  trace  tlie  sacred  road ; 
 Thro'  dismal  deeps  and  dangerous  snarei^ 
 We  make  our  way  to  God.] 
 %  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze; 
 But  we  march  upward  still; 
 Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 
 And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 
 
 «»64.     S.  M.     Second  Part. 
 
 SERVANT,  of  God  !  well  done; 
 Rest  from  thy  lov'd  employ; 
 The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 
 Enter  thy  Master's  joy.' 
 
 'I  The  voice  at  midnight  came; 
 He  started  up  to  hear ; 
 A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame; 
 He  fell — but  felt  no  fear. 
 3  Tranqiiil  amidst  alarms, 
 
 It  found  him  in  the  field, 
 A  veteran,  slumbering  on  his  arma^ 
 Beneath  his  red  cross  shield. 
 %  Soldier  of  Christ!  well  done; 
 Prairie  be  thy  new  employ; 
 A.nd  while  eternal  ages  run. 
 Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  jov. 
 
190  HYMNS  ON 
 
 Dr  Watts.]     265.     L.  M 
 
 The  enjoyment  of  Christ;  or,  delight  m  woi»tip 
 
 Tune — Vernon. 
 
 LORD,  what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace 
 Shines  through  the  beauties  of  thy  face. 
 And  lights  our  passions  to  a  flame! 
 Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name  ! 
 
 2  iVhen  I  can  say,  my  God  is  mine ; 
 When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  shine, 
 I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet. 
 And  all  the  earth  calls  good  or  great. 
 
 3  While  such  a  scene  of  sacred  joys 
 Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  souls  employs, 
 Here  we  could  sit,  and  gazfe  away 
 
 A  long  and  everlasting  day. 
 
 4  Well,  we  shall   quickly  pass  the  night. 
 To  the  fair  coasts  of  perfect  light; 
 Then  shall  our  joyful  senses  rove 
 O'er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 
 
 5  There  shall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  bliss, 
 And  pluck  new  life  from  heavenly  trees 
 Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  bestow 
 
 A  drop  of  heavfn  on  worms  below. 
 
 6  Send  comforts  down  from  tliy  right  hand 
 While  we  pass  through  this  barren  land 
 And  in  thy  temple   let  us  see 
 
 A  gFimpse  of  love,  a  glimpse  of  thee 
 
 Robinson.]     266.     P.  M. 
 Tune — Olney. 
 
 COME,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 
 Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace 
 Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing. 
 Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  |9 
 
 Tea:h  me  some  melodious  somiet, 
 
 Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above ; 
 Praise  tlie  mount,  O  fix  me  on  it, 
 
 Mount  of  God's  unclianging  love. 
 Here  I  raise  my  Ebcnezer  ; 
 
 Hither  by  thy  grace  I've  come : 
 And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure 
 
 Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
 Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 
 
 Wand'ring  from  tlie  fold  of  God 
 He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
 
 Interpos'd  his  precious  Wood. 
 O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 
 
 Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be  ! 
 Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
 
 Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee. 
 Prone  to  wander.  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 
 
 Prone  to  leave  the  God  1  love  ; 
 Here's  my  heart.  Lord,  take  and  seal  il 
 
 Seal  't  for  thy  courts  above. 
 
 L»»   Watts.]     267.     P.  M.     God  our  Prescrvei 
 
 Tune — Delight. 
 
 UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes; 
 From  God  is  all  my  aid; 
 The  God  that  built  the  skies. 
 And  earth  and  nature  made 
 God  is  the  tower 
 To  which  I  fly; 
 His  grace  is  nigh 
 In  every  hour. 
 2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 
 And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
 Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide. 
 Defends  me  from  my  fears 
 
192  HYMNS  ON 
 
 Those  wakcfiil  eyes. 
 That  never  sleep, 
 Shall   Israel   keep, 
 When  dangers  rise. 
 3  No  burnin|T  lu-ats  by  day, 
 
 Nor  blasts  of  evening  air 
 Shall  take   my  health  away, 
 
 If  God  be  with   me  there 
 Thou  art  my  sun, 
 And  thou  my  shade, 
 To  guard  my  head 
 By  night  or  noon. 
 I  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word. 
 
 To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
 And  I  can  trust  my  Lord, 
 
 To  keep  my  mortal  breath. 
 riJ  go  and  come, 
 Nor  fear  to  die, 
 Till  from  on  high 
 Thou  call  me  home 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     268.     L.  M. 
 
 ChrisVs  presence  makes  death  easy. 
 
 Tune — All  Saints. 
 
 WHY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  dial 
 What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are' 
 Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
 And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 
 *  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife 
 Fright  our  approaching  souls  away ; 
 Stil!  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
 Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 
 ^    ">,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet. 
 My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste 
 Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate. 
 Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  IK 
 
 4  Jesus  can  make  a  dyingr  bed 
 
 Feel  soil  as  downy  pillows  are. 
 While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
 And  breatljc  my  life  out  sweetly  there 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     269.     S.  M. 
 
 f^umph  over  death,  in  hope  of  the  resurrectiun 
 
 Tune — Aylksbury. 
 
 4  ND  must  this  body  die  ? 
 -^*-  This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
 And  must  tliese  active  limbs  of  mine 
 Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 
 
 2  Corruption,  earth  and  worms, 
 
 Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
 Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
 To  put  it  on  afresh. 
 
 3  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 
 
 And  often  from  the  skies 
 Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  diut, 
 Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 
 
 4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace. 
 
 Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
 And  every  shape,  and  every  face. 
 Look  heavenly  and  divine. 
 
 5  These  lively  hopes,  we  owe 
 
 To  Jesus'  dying  love ; 
 We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
 Ar.d  sing  his  power  above. 
 
 5  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 
 Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
 Till  tunes  of  nobler  sounds  wt     aisa 
 With  our  immortal  tongues. 
 
 13 
 
104  HYMNS  ON 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     270.     S.  M 
 
 Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 
 
 Tune —  A.MKRICA. 
 
 C^OME,  we  Uiat  love  the  Lord, 
 ■^    And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
 .Joi]i   in  a  song  witli  s\ve«t  accord, 
 And  thus  surround  the  throne. 
 
 2  Tlic  sorrows  of  the  mind 
 
 Be  banish'd  from  this  place  ; 
 Rflig^ion  never  was  design'd 
 To  make  our  pleasures  less. 
 
 3  Ijet  those  refuse  to  sing, 
 
 That  never  knew  our  God  ; 
 But  fav'rites  of  the  heavenly  King 
 May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 
 
 4  [The  (tou  that  rules  on  high, 
 
 And  thunders  when   he  please ; 
 That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky,  .  *  j 
 
 And   manages  the  seas.}   .j^ji^  uiiA 
 .5  This  aM'ful  God  is  ours;      nv/ob  hjIooJ 
 
 Our  Father,  and  our  Love; 
 He  shall  send  down  his  heavenly  pcwer&7 
 
 To  carry  us  above.  ^  i,   ,,   ,,^ 
 
 6  There  shall  we  see  his  face^  vtjvo  bn/. 
 
 And  never,  never  sin;  '   JooJ 
 
 There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  ffraoe.  ,m  i 
 Urmk  endless   pleasures  in.      ,     ,,, 
 
 ^        ,  I.   o  1 
 
 7  Yes,  and  before  we  rise  j,^  ^y/ 
 
 To  that  immortal  state,  ,,  ,/, 
 
 The  thoughts  of  such  amazing   blifv 
 Should  constant  joys  create,  '    ' 
 
 8  [The  men  of  grace  hajve  found 
 
 Glory  begun  below ; 
 Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
 From   faith  and  hope  may  grow.] 
 
VAKIOUy  SUBJECTS  195 
 
 9  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
 
 A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
 liofurc  we  rpurh  the  heavenly  fields. 
 Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 
 0  Then  W-t  our  songs  abound, 
 And  evury  tear  be  dry; 
 W  o're  inarching  thro'  Immanuel's  gro^^ 
 To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 
 
 !271*     FiBST  Part.     Come  awar 
 
 COME  away  to  the  skies, 
 My  beloved,  arise, 
 \nd  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  wast  bo  ti 
 On  this  festival  day, 
 Come  exulting  away, 
 And  with  singing  to  Zion  return. 
 
 2  We  have  laid  up  our  love, 
 And  our  treasure  above, 
 
 Though  our  bodies  continue  below; 
 
 The  redeem'd  of  our  Lord, 
 
 We  remember  his  word. 
 And  with  singing  to  paradise  go. 
 
 3  With  singing  we  praise 
 The  original  grace. 
 
 By  our  heavenly  Father  bestow'd: 
 
 Our  being  receive 
 
 From  his  bounty,  and  live 
 To  the  honour  and  glory  of  God. 
 
 4  For  thy  glory  we  are,  ^ 
 Created  to  share 
 
 Both  the  nature  and  kingdom  divint 
 
 Created  again. 
 
 That  our  souls  may  remain 
 In  time  and  eternity  thine,     ^^-i,  oilT 
 {r  With  thanks  we  approiieov/  odT    . 
 
 The  d^gn  of  thy  love,        -iiic  laA 
 
(90  HYMNS  ON 
 
 Which  hath  join'd  us  in  Jesua'  name; 
 
 So  united  in  heart, 
 
 That  we  never  can  part, 
 Till  we  meet  at  the  feast  of  the  Lainb 
 
 6  There,  there  at  his  feet. 
 We  shall  suddenly  meet. 
 
 And  be  parted  in  body   no  more! 
 We  shall  sing  to  our  lyres, 
 With  the  heavenly  choirs, 
 
 And  our  Saviour  in  glory  adore. 
 
 7  Hallelujah,  we  sing. 
 
 To  our  Father  and  King, 
 And  his  rapturous  praises  repeat: 
 
 To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
 
 Hallelujah  again. 
 Sing  all  heaven  and  fall  at  his  feet. 
 
 8  In  assurance  of  hope. 
 We  to  Jesus  look  up, 
 
 Till  his  banner  unfurl'd  in  the  air 
 From  our  graves  we  shall  see, 
 And  cry  out,  'It  is  he!' 
 
 And  fly  up  to  acknowledge  him  there. 
 
 2*71*     Second  Pakt.     Help  to  the  La.'d 
 
 YE  people  away. 
 Nor  talk  of  delay, 
 The  time  for  exertion  is  come; 
 The  summons  is  given, 
 The  Lord  calls  from  heaven: 
 Let  no  man  now  tarry  at  home. 
 
 2  The  Lord  in  his  might 
 
 Is  gone  to  the  fight ; 
 And  if  we  should  shrink  from  the  toil, 
 
 The  day  will  be  won, 
 
 The  work  will  be  done, 
 And  others  will  gather  the  spoil. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  ly; 
 
 3  And  should  we  decline, 
 His  standard  to  join ; 
 
 Our  slackness  will  meet  its  reward, 
 
 A  wo  they  will  find, 
 
 Who  tarry  behind, 
 Nor  (TO  to  the  help  of  the  Lord. 
 
 4  Then  cast  otV  delay, 
 'To  arms,'  and  away; 
 
 To  arms — 'tis  the  Lord  gives  the  word  , 
 
 With  sword  and  with  shield,  i 
 
 Away  to  the  field;  | 
 
 'Away  to  the  help  of  the  Lord.'  | 
 
 272.     L.  M. 
 
 "I   LONG  to  see  the  season  come 
 
 *-  When  sinners  shall  come  flocking  home 
 
 To  taste  the  sweets  of  Jesus'  love, 
 
 And  seek  the  joys  that  are  above. 
 
 2  Hark  !  how  the  glorious  Gospel  sounds, 
 Inviting  sinners  all  around  ; 
 
 Behold,  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
 And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands, 
 
 3  Attend,  poor  sinners,  to  his  word ; 
 Kiss  him,  yea,  own  him  as  your  Lord  , 
 He'll  wash  you  in  atoning  blood, 
 
 And  seal  you  heirs  and  sons  of  God. 
 
 4  A  few  more  days,  and  you  must  go 
 To  realms  of  joy  or  endless  woe ; 
 
 In  worlds  of  light,  with  Christ  to  dwell, 
 Or  sink  beneath  his  frowns,  to  hell. 
 
 5  Come,  then,  dear  sinners,  counsel  take. 
 And  all  your  sinful  ways  forsake  ; 
 
 The  world  give  o'er,  leave  friends  behind 
 In  Christ  you  shall  redemption  find. 
 
 6  Take  your  companion  by  the  hand, 
 A.nd  all  your  children  in  a  band. 
 
19?  HYMNS  ON 
 
 ind  give  them  up  at  Jesus'  call 
 To  pardon,  bless  and  save  tiiem  all. 
 "    Thus,  when  the  day  of  Christ  shall  ecrne, 
 And  he  collect  his  children  home, 
 On  Zion's  mount  you  then  shall  stand, 
 And  join  the  bright  angelic   band. 
 O,  what  a  glorious  company  I 
 May  I  be  there,  that  sight  to  see. 
 And  join  in  praise  to  Jesus'  name, 
 All  glorious  in  Jerusalem. 
 
 273.    P.M. 
 
 Tmie — Solemn  Sound. 
 ¥^ROM  whence  doth  this  union  arise 
 *-     That  hatred  is  conqucr'd  by  Icve  ? 
 It  fastened  our  souls  in  such  ties. 
 
 As  nature  and  time  can't  remo -e. 
 It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 
 
 Nor  yet  in  a  Paradise  lost; 
 It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground. 
 
 And  Jesus'  rich  blood  it  did  cost. 
 My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 
 
 Our  hearts  are  united  in  love ; 
 Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
 
 In  yonder  bright  mansions  above. 
 D,  why  then  so  loth  for  to  part. 
 
 Since  there  we  shall  all  meet  again  ? 
 Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  heart. 
 
 At  a  distance  we  cannot  remain. 
 And  when  we  sliall  see  that  bright  day, 
 
 And  join  with  the  angels  above, 
 There,  tree  from  these  bodies  of  clay. 
 
 We'll  dwell  with  Christ  Jesus  above. 
 With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 
 
 And  all  his  briglit  glories  we'll  see. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  199 
 
 There  sing  hallelujah,  amen; 
 Amen,  even  so  let  it  be. 
 
 •274.    C.  M.     Vie  Manner's  Psalm 
 
 Tune — Ocean. 
 
 •^IlIIY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord 
 -■-    That  rules  the  boist'rous  sea, 
 The  sons  of  courage  shall  record. 
 Who  tempt  tlie  dang'rous  way. 
 
 2  At  thy  command  the   winds  arise. 
 
 And  swell  the  towering  waves; 
 The  men  astonish'd  mount  the  skies, 
 And  sink  in  gaping  graves. 
 
 3  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  safe  to  land 
 
 Let  stupid  mortals  know. 
 That  waves  are  mider  his  command, 
 And  all    the  winds  that  blow. 
 
 4  O,  that  the  sons  of  men  would  praise 
 
 The  goodness  of  the  Lord ; 
 And  those  who  see  thy  wondrous  ways 
 Thy  wondrous  love  record. 
 
 275,     P.  M.     Christ's-  ascension. 
 Tune — Middij:town. 
 
 XTAIL  the  day  that  saw  him  rise, 
 ^-i-   Ravish'd  from  our  wistful  e}es! 
 Christ,  a  while  to  mortals  given, 
 Reascends  his  native  heaven. 
 There  the  pompous  triumph  wails, 
 '  Lift  your  heads,  ye  crystal  gates 
 Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene. 
 Take  the  King  of  glory  in.' 
 Him  who  highest  heaven  receives 
 StiU  he  loves  the  world  he  leaves, 
 
2(X)  HYMNS  OiN 
 
 Tl.oug-h  reti^ming  to  his  throne, 
 Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own  . 
 StWl  for  us  he  intercedes  ; 
 Pi  evalent,  his  death  he  pleads ; 
 Nnxt  himself  prepares  oui*  place, 
 Hnrbinger  of  human  race. 
 
 3  Master,  (may  we  ever  say,) 
 Taken  from  our  head  to-day. 
 See  thy  faithful  servants,  see, 
 Ever  gazing  upon  thee  ; 
 
 Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
 Far  above  yon  azure  height, 
 Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise, 
 And  follow  thee  beyond  the  skies. 
 
 4  'jver  upward  let  us  move, 
 Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love ; 
 Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come. 
 Longing,  grasping  after  home. 
 Th(-'rc  we  shall  with  thee  remain, 
 Partners  of  thy  endless  reign  ; 
 There  thy  face  unclouded  see ; 
 Find  our  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     276.     L.  M. 
 
 Glory  and  grace  in  the  person  of  Christ. 
 
 Tune WiLLlAMSTOWN. 
 
 IVrOW  to  tlie  Lord  a   noble  song ; 
 ■^^    Awake  my  soul,  awake  my  tongue 
 Hosarma  to  th'  eternal  Name, 
 And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 
 
 2  See,  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
 The  briglitest  image  of  his  grace  I 
 God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 
 
 Hath   all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 
 
 3  The  spacious  earth  and  spreading  flood 
 Proclaim  the  wise  and  powerful  God; 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  20l 
 
 And  thy  rich  glories,  from  afar. 
 Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star ; 
 i  But  in  liis  looks  a  glory  stands. 
 The  noblest  labour  of  thine  hands; 
 The  i)leasing  lustre  of  his  eyes, 
 Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 
 
 5  Grace  !  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme, 
 My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name; 
 Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  tlie  sound  ; 
 
 Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 
 
 6  O,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place. 
 Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face ; 
 Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold. 
 And  sing  his  i-.ame  to  harps  of  gold. 
 
 "277,     CM 
 
 Tune — Sherburn. 
 
 WHILE  shepherds  watch'd  their  flock 
 by  night. 
 All  seated  on  the  ground, 
 The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
 And  glory  shone  around. 
 
 2  '  Fear  not,'  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 
 
 Had  sciz'd  their  troubled  mind,) 
 '  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
 To  you  and  all  mankind. 
 
 3  'To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 
 
 Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
 The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord, 
 And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 
 
 4  'The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find 
 
 To  human  view  display'd. 
 All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing  bands 
 And  in  a  man^rer  laid. 
 
202  HYMNS  ON 
 
 5  Thus  spake   the  seraph,  and   forthwith 
 
 Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
 Of  angels,  praising  God,  and  thus 
 
 Address'd  their  joyful  song: 
 ';  ■  All  glor}'  be  to  God  on  high, 
 
 And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
 Good-will,  henceforth,  from  heavMi  to  tner 
 
 Begin  and  never  cease.' 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     278.     CM. 
 The  Morning  of  a  Lord's  Day. 
 Tune — Montgomery. 
 Tj^ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay 
 -*-^   I  haste  to  seek  thy  face  ;  . 
 My  tJiirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
 Without  thy  cheering  grace. 
 
 2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand. 
 
 Beneath  a  burning  sky. 
 Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
 Ajid  they  must  drink  or  die. 
 
 3  I've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power. 
 
 Through  all  thy  temple  shine ; 
 My  God,  repeat  that   heavenly  hour 
 That  vision  so  divine  ! 
 
 4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast, 
 
 Can  please  my  soul  so  well. 
 As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 
 And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 
 
 5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys. 
 
 Can  my  best  passions  move, 
 Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerfid  voice, 
 As  thy  forgiving  love. 
 
 6  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 
 
 I'll  bless  my  God  and  King* 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS  9m 
 
 Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pi  ay, 
 And  tunc  my  lips  to  sing-. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     STO.     P.  M. 
 Praise  to  God,  for  his  goodness  and  truth 
 
 Tune — Livonia. 
 "I  'LL  praise  my  maker  with  my  breath, 
 -*-  And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 
 
 Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  ; 
 My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
 While  life,  and  thouo^ht,  and  being  last. 
 Or  immortality  endures. 
 i  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust? 
 Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust; 
 
 Vain  is  the  help  of  flesh  and  blood ; 
 Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp,  and  power, 
 And  thoughts,  all  vanish  in  an  hour; 
 Nor  can  they  make  their  promise  good. 
 
 3  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
 On  Israel's  God;  he  made  the  sky, 
 
 And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  . 
 His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure ; 
 He  saves  the  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor 
 
 ;\nd  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 
 
 4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind ; 
 The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind ; 
 
 He  sends  the  laboiuring  conscience  peace 
 He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
 The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 
 
 And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 
 He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  'A'cIL, 
 But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 
 
 Thy  God,  O  Zion  I  ever  reigns ; 
 Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age. 
 In  this  exalted  work  engage ; 
 
 Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 
 
2()4  HYMNS  ON 
 
 6  I'll  praise  liim  vvJiile  he  lends  me  breath 
 And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
 
 Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  ; 
 My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
 Wliile  Hfe.  and  thought,  and  being    ast. 
 
 Or  immortalitv  endures. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     280.     L.  M. 
 
 Tht   prosperity   of  sinners    cursed. 
 Tune — Greenavich. 
 
 LORD,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I 
 To  mourn  and  murmur,  and  rei)ine. 
 To  see  the  wicked,  placed  on  high. 
 In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  shine  ? 
 
 2  But,  oh  1  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  1 
 
 Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so  ; 
 On  slipp'ry  rocks  I  see  them  stand, 
 And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 
 
 3  Now,  let  them  boast  how  tall  they  rise 
 
 I'll  never  envy  them  again; 
 There  they  may  stand  with   haughty  eyes. 
 Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endless  pain. 
 
 4  Now,  I  esteem  tiieir  mirth  and  wine 
 
 Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  bloo<l ; 
 Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
 My  life,  m}'  portion,  and  my  God. 
 
 ^ 
 
 281.    P.M. 
 
 Tune — New  Monmouth. 
 
 LO,  he  Cometh !  countless  trumpets 
 Blow,  to  raise  the  sleeping  dead ; 
 'Midst  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels, 
 See  their  great,  exalted  Head ; 
 
 Hallelujali, 
 Welcome,  welcome.  Son  of  God. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECl'S.  205 
 
 SI  Now  his  merit,  by  the  harpers. 
 
 Through  the  eternal  deep  resounds 
 Now  resplendent  shine  his  nail-prints 
 Every  eye  shall  see  his  wounds; 
 
 They  who  pierc'd  him, 
 Shall  at  his  appearance  wail. 
 
 3  Full  of  joyful  expectation, 
 
 Saints  behold  the  Judge  appear; 
 Truth  and  justice  go  before  him ; 
 Now  the  joytul  sentence  hear ; 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Welcome,  welcome,  Judge  divme  : 
 
 4  'Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 
 
 Enter  into  life  and  joy  ; 
 Banish  all  your  fears  and  sorrows. 
 Endless  life  be  your  employ 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Welcome,  welcome  to  the  skies.' 
 
 5  Now  at  once  they  rise  to  glory  : 
 
 Jesus  brings  them  to  the  King; 
 There,  with  all  the  hosts  of  heaven, 
 They  eternal  anthems  sing  ; 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Boundless  glory  to  the  Lamb. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     282.     C.  M. 
 
 The  sufferings  of  Christ  for  our  salvation. 
 
 Tmie — Sutton. 
 
 SAVE  me,  O  God !  the  swelling  floodt 
 Break  in  upon  my  soul, 
 I  sink,  and  sorrows  o'er  my  head 
 
 Like  mighty  waters   roll. 
 *I  cry  till  all  my  voice  be  gone 
 
 In  tears  I  waste  the  day 
 My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
 And  shorten  thy  delay. 
 
2(Xi  HYMNS  ON 
 
 3  'They  liatc  my  soul  witliout  a  caase, 
 
 Aiid  still  their  number  grows, 
 More  than  tlie  hairs  around  my  head, 
 And  miglity  are  my  foes. 
 
 4  "Twas  then  I  paid  the  dreadful  debt. 
 
 That  men  could  never  pay  ; 
 And  gave  those  honours  to  tliy  law. 
 
 Which  sinners  took  away.' 
 ')  Til  us  in  the  great  Messiah's  name, 
 
 The  royal  prophet  mourns  ; 
 Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  griefj 
 
 And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 
 ()  'Now  shall  the  saints  rejoice,  and  find 
 
 Salvation  in  my  name ; 
 For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
 
 Of  sorrow,  pain  and  shame. 
 
 7  'Grief,  like  a  garment,  clothed  me  round 
 
 And  sackf  loth  was  my  dress, 
 While  I  procured  for  naked  souls 
 A  robe  of  righteousness. 
 
 8  'Amongst  my  brethren,  and   the  Jews, 
 
 I,  like  a  stranger,  stood. 
 And  bore  their  vile  reproach  to  bring 
 The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 
 
 9  'I. came  m  sinful  mortals'  stead, 
 
 To  do  my  Father's  will  ; 
 Yet  when  I  cleans'd  my  Fatlicr's  house 
 They  scandaJiz'd  my  zeal. 
 
 10  *My  fastings,  and  my  Jioly  groans,-  t^ 
 
 Were  made  the  drunkard's  song;  '—i 
 But  God,  from  his  celestial  throne,        r 
 Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 
 
 11  *He  sav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep  ■ 
 
 Where  feaxs  beset  me  round ; 
 He  rais'd,  and  fix'd  my  sinking  feet,M 
 On  well-established  ground.  a 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  2(r< 
 
 13  •'Twas  in  a  most  acccplca  nour, 
 My  prayers  arose  on  high  ; 
 And  for  my  sake  my  God  shall  hear 
 The  dying  sinner's  cry.' 
 
 HiMrr.]     293.     P.  M. 
 
 i'ut  on  tlu  ipfide  arnirrm-  of  God.     Eph.  iv   13 
 
 TiKie — Christian  Soldier. 
 
 GIRD  thy  loins  up,  Christian  soldier* 
 Lo !   thy  Captain  calls  thee  out , 
 Let  the  danger  make  thee  bolder, 
 
 War  in  weakness,  dare  in  doubt. 
 Buckle  on  thy  heavenly  armour ; 
 Patch  up  no  inglorious  peace ; 
 Let  thy  courage  wax  the  warmer, 
 As  thy  foes  and  fears  increase. 
 
 2  Bind  tliy  golden  girdle  romid  thee ; 
 
 Truth  to  keep  thee  firm  and  tight; 
 Never  shall  the  foe  confound  tliee, 
 
 While  the  truth  maintains  thy  fight. 
 Righteousness  within  thee  rooted, 
 
 May  appear  to  take  thy  part ; 
 But  let  righteousness  imputed,  iltiv/  hnih. 
 
 Be  the  breast-plate  of  thy  heaitiiiQ 
 
 3  Shod  with    Gospel-preparation,    v/un  infl  5 
 
 In  the  paths  of  promise  treads  yM 
 Let  the  hope  of  free  salvation^^viv  g'oH 
 
 As  a  helmet,  guard  thy  headj  briA 
 When  beset  with  various  cvils^i  r^'j  bri/-. 
 
 Wield  the  Spirit's  two-edg'd  svrorfL; 
 Cut  thy  w.iy  tiirough  hosts  of  devil^^iiA 
 
 While  they  fall  before  the  Word.  .1 
 
 4  But  when  dangers  closer  threaten. 
 
 And  thy  soul  draws  near  to  death  : 
 
 When  assaulted  sore  by  Satan,i  ),ij  .mix- 
 
 Ther  ohjpct  the  shield  of  feiik  uO 
 
20e  HYMNS  ON 
 
 Fiery  darts  of  fierce  temptations, 
 
 Intercepted  by  thy  God, 
 There  shall  lose  tlicir  force  in  patience, 
 
 Sheath'd  in  love,  and  quencli'd  in  bloxJ 
 5  Thougli  to  speak,  thou  be  not  able, 
 
 Always  pray  and  never  rest; 
 Prayer 's  a  weapon  for  the  feeble ; 
 
 Weakest  souls  can  wield  it  best. 
 Ever  on  thy  Captain  calling, 
 
 Make  tliy  worst  condition  known ; 
 He  shall  hold  thee  up  when  tailing, 
 
 Or  shall  lift  thee  up  when  down. 
 
 284.     P.M. 
 
 Longing  to  see  Jesus. 
 Tune — Conquering  Soldier 
 
 OWHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
 Ajid  reign  with  him  above, 
 And  from  the  flowing  fountains 
 
 Drink  everlasting  love  ? 
 When  shall  I  be  dclivcr'd 
 
 From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
 And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 
 
 Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 
 2  But  now  I  am   a  soldier, 
 
 My  Captain's  gone  before. 
 He's  given  me  my  orders. 
 
 And  tells  me  not  to  fear ; 
 And  as  he  has  prov'd  .faithful, 
 
 A  crown  of  life  lie'U  give. 
 And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 
 
 Eternal  life  shall  live, 
 1  Through  grace  I  am  determin'd 
 
 To  conquer,  tliough  I  die ; 
 And  then,  away  to  Jesus, 
 
 On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  .iOW 
 
 Farewell  to  sin  aiid  sorrow ; 
 
 I  bid  it  all  adieu  ? 
 And  you,  my  friends,  prove  faithftut 
 
 And  on  your  way  pursue. 
 I  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 
 
 And  trials  on  the  way, 
 Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 
 
 And  don't  forget  to  pray  ; 
 Gird  on  tlie  heavenly  armout, 
 
 Of  faitli,  and  hope,  and  love. 
 And  when  the  battle's  ended. 
 
 You'll  reign  with  him  above. 
 5  O,  do  not  be  diseourag'd, 
 
 For  Jesus  is  your  friend, 
 And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 
 
 He'll  not  refuse  to  send; 
 Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 
 
 Though  often  you  request; 
 He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 
 
 And  take  you  up  to  rest. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     285.     C  M. 
 
 The  hopes  of  heaven  our  support  under  trial* 
 earth. 
 Tune — Ninety-Fifth. 
 
 WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
 To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
 1*11  bid  farewell  to  every  fear. 
 And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 
 3  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage. 
 And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd. 
 Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
 And  face  a  froA\'Tiing  world. 
 3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
 And  stones  of  sorrow  fall ; 
 
 14 
 
210  HYMNS  ON 
 
 May  I  but  safely  reacli  my  home, 
 My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all ; 
 4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soui 
 In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
 
 And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
 Across  my  peaceful  breast. 
 
 Dr  Watts.]     286.     C.  M. 
 
 Not  asJiamed  of  the  Gospel.    2  Tim.  i.  12. 
 Tune — FiDuciA. 
 
 I'M  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
 Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
 Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word. 
 The  glory  of  his  cross. 
 
 2  Jesus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name ; 
 
 Ilis  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
 Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame. 
 Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 
 
 3  Firm  as  his  throne,  his  promise  standi 
 
 And  he  can  well  secure 
 What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
 Till  the  decisive  hour. 
 
 4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 
 
 Before  his  Father's  face. 
 And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 
 Apj)oint  my  soul  a  place. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     287.     CM. 
 
 Salvation. 
 
 Tune — Twenty-Fourth. 
 
 SALVATION !  O  the  joyful  sound ! 
 'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 
 A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
 A  cordial  foT  our  fears. 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  21 
 
 2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin. 
 At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  , 
 But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
 To  sec  a  lieavenly  day. 
 '.i  Salvation  !   let  tlic  eclio  ily 
 The  spacious  earth  around, 
 While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
 Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 
 
 PoPE.J     2«8.     P.M. 
 Tune — Claremont. 
 
 VITAL  spark  of  lieavenly  flame, 
 Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame ; 
 Trembling-,  hoping,  ling'ring,  flying, 
 O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  I 
 Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife. 
 And  let  me  languish  into  life. 
 
 2  Hark !  they  whisper — angels  say, 
 Sister  spirit,  come  away  ; 
 What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
 Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight. 
 Drowns  my  spirits,  draws  my  breatli, 
 Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 
 
 3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears, 
 Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes,  my  eai's 
 With  sounds  seraphic  ring ; 
 
 Lend,  lend  your  wings,  I  mount,  I  fly 
 O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
 O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
 
 289.    L.  M. 
 
 Tune — Seasons 
 
 PTIHE  name  of  Christ,  how  sweet  it  sound 
 ■^    Hrw  sweet  the  mention  of  h'm  wr>'>r.?». 
 
il2  HYMNS  ON 
 
 How  good,  how  excellently  good, 
 Is  the  dear  name  of  Jesus'   blood! 
 
 3  What  makes  it  so  to  me,  is  this: 
 All  that  is  Christ's,  my  portion  is; 
 I'm  his,  and  all  I  e'er  shall  be, 
 And  all  he  has  he  gives  to  me. 
 
 3  O,  what  a  great  estate  have  I! 
 A  heaven  to  all  eternity; 
 
 I'm  rich,  my  Lord  hath  made  me  so^ 
 Nor  would  I  greater  riches  know. 
 
 4  What  did  my  Saviour  at  his  death, 
 To  me,  unworthy  me,  bequeath? 
 All  that  he  had,  his  merit,  blood, 
 He  left  me  when  he  went  to  God. 
 
 6  His  new  eternal  testament 
 
 I  read,  and  much  sweet  time  is  spent 
 In  searching  every  verse  and  line. 
 How  much  my  Jesus'  will  is  mine. 
 
 6  My  dearest  Lord  Pll  ever  bless. 
 For  his  most  glorious  righteousness, 
 I'll  sing  how  black,  how  vile  I  am, 
 How  fair  and  comely  in  the  Lamb. 
 
 7  For  black  and  vile  I  know  I  am. 
 Yet  comely  through  the  blessed  Laml 
 And  hope  ere  long  to  mount  above, 
 Ever  to  praise  redeeming  love. 
 
 290.     Takhig  up  the  Ci-oss. 
 
 JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
 All  lo  leave  and  follow  ihee ; 
 Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 
 
 Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shall  be. 
 "^erish  every  fund  ambition. 
 All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  knovB, 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  213 
 
 f«l  how  rich  is  my  condition, 
 God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own! 
 
 2  Lei  thp  world  despise  and  leave  me; 
 
 They  have  lefi  my  Saviour  loo; 
 Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me  — 
 
 Thou  an  not,  like  them,  untrue; 
 And  whilst  thou  shall  smile  upon  me, 
 
 Qtod  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
 Foea  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me; 
 
 Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 
 
 3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure, 
 
 Come  disaster,  scorn  and  pain. 
 In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure. 
 
 With  thy  favour  loss  is  ^ain. 
 I  have  call'd  thee  Abba,  father, 
 
 I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee; 
 Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 
 
 All  must  work  lor  good  to  me. 
 
 4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 
 
 'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast, 
 Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me. 
 
 Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  real 
 Oh !  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me. 
 
 While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 
 Oh !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
 
 Were  that  joy  unmix'd  with  thee. 
 
 B  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation; 
 
 Rise  oer  sin,  and  feir,  and  care; 
 Joy  to  find,  in  every  station. 
 
 Something  still  to  do  or  bear 
 Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thte; 
 
 Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thiue ; 
 Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee; 
 
 Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 
 
 J491.     P.     M. 
 
 Exceeding  great  and  precious  promises.  2  Peter  i.  1 
 Tune-  FouiTDATioN  of  Hope. 
 
 HOW  firm    a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  1 1' 
 Lord, 
 Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  wonl! 
 
214  HYMNS  ON 
 
 What    more    can    he    say,    than    to   you   he 
 
 hath  said  ? 
 You,  wlio  unto  Jesus  foi    refuge  have  fled. 
 
 2  In  every  condition,  in  sic.iness,  in  healtJi, 
 In  poverty's  vale  or  abounding-  in  wealth, 
 At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
 
 '  As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 
 ever  be. 
 
 3  •^Fear  not,    I    am  with  thee,   O  be  not  dis. 
 
 may'd, 
 I,  I  am  thy  God,   and  will  still    give    thee 
 
 aid ; 
 I'll    strengthen    thee,    help  thee,   and  cause 
 
 thee  to  stand. 
 Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 
 
 4  '  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go. 
 The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow ; 
 For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
 And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 
 
 5  '  When    through    fiery    trials    thy    pathwa} 
 
 shall  lie, 
 My  grace,  all-suflicient,  shall  be  thy  supply 
 The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
 Thy  dross  to  consume  and  thy  gold  to  refine, 
 
 6  •  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 
 
 prove. 
 My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
 And  when   hoary  hairs   sliall    their  temples 
 
 adorn. 
 Like    lambs    they  shall    still    in    my  bosom 
 
 be  borne. 
 
 7  '  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leon'd  for  repose 
 /  icill  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes ; 
 That  soul,  though  all  hell  sh  luld  endeavoiu 
 
 to  shake, 
 ril  never^  no  never^  no  never  forsake.^ 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  215 
 
 292.    P.M. 
 
 Tiuie — Indian  Philosopher. 
 
 WHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judgo    shall 
 come, 
 To  fetch  tliy  ransom'd  people  home, 
 
 Shall  I  amongst  them  stand  ? 
 Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
 Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
 
 Be  found  at  thy  right  hand? 
 I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
 Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 
 
 Tliougli  vilest  of  them  all ; 
 But  (can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought?) 
 What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 
 
 When  thou  for  them  shall  call  I 
 Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace  ; 
 Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hiding  place, 
 
 In  this  th'  accepted  day; 
 Thy  pardoning  voice,  O  let  me  hear, 
 To  still  my  iuibelie\'ing  fear ; 
 
 Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 
 Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found : 
 Whene'er  th    archangel's  trump  shall'  sound 
 
 To  see  thy  smiling  face ; 
 Then,  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing. 
 While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 
 
 With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 
 
 O 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     203.    C.  M. 
 
 Repentance  at  the  Cross. 
 Tune — Repentance. 
 H .  if  my  soul  were  formed  foi   woe. 
 How  would  I  vent  my  sighs !  '  <  v 
 
 Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow, 
 From  both  mj   streaming  eyes. 
 
ne  HYMNS  ON 
 
 2  'Twas  for  my  sins  my  dearest  Lord 
 
 Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
 And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life, 
 For  tliee,  my  soul,  for  Ihee. 
 
 3  O  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine. 
 
 That  crucified  my  God  ; 
 Those  sins,  that  pierc'd  and  nail'd  hw  fle^ 
 Fast  to  the  fatal  wood. 
 
 4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die ; 
 
 My  heart  hath  so  decreed ; 
 Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
 That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 
 
 5  Whilst  with  a  melting,  broken  heart. 
 
 My  murder'd  Lord   I  viev/, 
 I'll  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
 ^jid  slay  the  murd'rers  too. 
 
 294.    P.M. 
 
 Tune — Pilgrim's  Fareweix. 
 
 FAREWELL,    farewell,     fareweU,     my 
 friends,  I  must  be  gone  ; 
 I  have  no  home  nor  stay  with  you  ; 
 I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on. 
 
 Till   I  a  better  world  can  view. 
 Farewell,  farewell,  farewell,  my  loving  friefids 
 farewell. 
 3  Farewell,  &.c.  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 
 Nor  waits  for  mortal  cares  of  bliss, 
 f'll  leave  you  here  and  travel  on. 
 Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 
 Farewell,  &c. 
 3  Farewell,  &c.  my  brethren  in  the  li<rd , 
 To  you  I'm  bound  with  cords  of  love . 
 Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word. 
 We  all,  ere  long,  shall  meet  above. 
 Farewell,  &.c 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  217 
 
 4  Farewell,  Sec.  old  soldiers  of  the  cross , 
 
 You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heaven  : 
 You've  counted  all  tlnngs  here  but  loss  ; 
 March  on,  tlie  crown  shall  soon  be  givea 
 Farewell,  &,c. 
 
 5  Farewell,  &c.  ye  blooming  sons  of  God , 
 
 Sore  conflicts  yet  remain  for  you  ; 
 But  dauntless  keep  tlie  heavenly  road, 
 Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view. 
 Farewell,  &c. 
 
 6  Farewell,  &.c.  poor  careless  sinners  too ; 
 
 It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here  ; 
 Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you, 
 
 O  turn  I    O  turn !    O  turn  I    and  find  sal 
 vation  near. 
 Farewell,   &c. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     295.     L.  M. 
 
 Prayer  for  deliverance  answered.  Isa.  xxvi.  8 — 20. 
 
 Tune — Judgment. 
 
 TN  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  Love  ! 
 ■-  We  wait  the  visits  of  thy  grace ; 
 Our  souls'  desire  is  to  thy  name. 
 And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 
 
 2  Mv  thoughts  are  searching,  Lord,  for  thee, 
 
 'Mongst  the    black    shades    of   lonesora- 
 night ; 
 My  earnest  cries  salute  the  skies, 
 Before  the  dawn  restores  the  light. 
 
 3  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
 
 The  tender  patience  of  my  God  ! 
 But  they  shall  see  thy  lifted  hand, 
 And  feel  the  scourges  of  thy  rod. 
 1  Hark  !  the  Eternal  rends  the  sky  ; 
 A  mighty  voice  before  him  g  yes : 
 
218  HYMNS  ON 
 
 A  voice  of  music  to  his  friends, 
 
 Bui  threat'ning  thunder  to  his  foes. 
 
 5  Come,  children,  to  your  Father's  arms; 
 
 Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace, 
 Till  the  fierce  storms  be  overblown, 
 And  my  revenging  fury  cease. 
 
 6  My  sword  shall  boast  its  thousands  slain 
 
 And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings. 
 While  heavenly  peace  around  my  flock 
 Stretches  its  soft  and  shady  wings. 
 
 296.     L.  M. 
 
 Tune — Den  mark. 
 ¥3EF0RE  Jehovah's  uwful  tlirone, 
 -■-^  Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy ; 
 Know  that  the  Lord  is  Go     alone ; 
 He  can  create,  and  he  de  iroy. 
 
 2  His  sovereign  power,  without     ur  aid. 
 
 Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'o  us  men ; 
 And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd. 
 He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
 
 3  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs 
 
 High  as  the  heavens  our  vc  <:es  raise, 
 :Vnd  earth  with  her  ten  thousa .  i  tongues 
 
 Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  soundu  g  praise. 
 I   Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  commaj  d, 
 
 Vast  as  eternity  thy  love ; 
 Firm  as  a  rock  tliy  truth  must  staii  ', 
 
 When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  m    e 
 
 S 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     297.     CM. 
 
 Death   and   Eternity. 
 
 Tune — MoRTAUTY. 
 
 TOOP  down,  my  tlioughts,  that 
 
 rise. 
 Converse  a  while  with  death: 
 
VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  219 
 
 Think  how  a  grasping  mortal  lies, 
 And  pants  away  his  breath. 
 9  His  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feebly  down ; 
 His  pulse  is  taint  and  few  ; 
 Then,  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
 He  bids  the  world  adieu. 
 3  But,  O !  the  soul,  that  never  dies. 
 At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ; 
 Ye  thouglits,  pursue  it  where  it  flies 
 And  track  its  wondrous   way. 
 i  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell 
 It  mounts  triumphing  there  ; 
 Or   justice  sends  it  do\^'Ti  to  hell, 
 In  infinite  despair. 
 
 5  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 
 
 And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 
 O,  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh; 
 To  bear  it  safe  above. 
 
 6  Jesus,  to  thy  dear,  faithful  hand, 
 
 My  naked  soul  I  trust; 
 And  my  flesh  waits  for  thy  comi-^and, 
 To  drop  into*  my  dust. 
 
 FUNERAL  HYMNS. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     298.     CM. 
 
 A  funeral  thought. 
 
 HARK  !  from  the  tombs  a  dolefiil  sound 
 My  ears  attend  the  cry ; 
 *  Ye  living  men  come  view  the  ground 
 Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 
 3  *  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 
 In  spite  of  all  your  towers ; 
 The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 
 Must  lie  as  low  as  ours. 
 
SaO  FUNERAL  HYMNS 
 
 3  Great  God !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 
 
 And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
 Still  walking  downward  to  our  tomb, 
 And  yet  prepare  no   more  ? 
 
 4  Grant  us  the  powers  of  quick'ning  grace, 
 
 To  fit  our  souls  to  fly ; 
 Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  fleshy 
 We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 
 
 Steele.]     299.     C.  M. 
 
 WHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  aw«if 
 By  death's  resistless  hand, 
 Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
 Which  pity  may  demand. 
 
 2  While  pity  promj)ts  the  rising  sigh, 
 
 0,  may  this  truth,  impress'd, 
 With  awful  power — /  too  must  die — 
 Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 
 
 3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  , 
 
 Behold  the  gaping  tomb  I 
 It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour  ; 
 To-morrow,  death  may  come. 
 
 4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene. 
 
 May  every  heart  obey  ; 
 Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain. 
 Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 
 
 5  O,  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly. 
 
 Whose  powerful  arm  can  savej 
 Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
 And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 
 
 6  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  grace  import, 
 
 With  cleansing,  healing   power; 
 This  only  can  prepare  the  heart, 
 For  death's  surprising  hour. 
 
 1 
 
FLWKRAL  HYMMS.  9St\ 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     300.     CM. 
 The  death  and  burial  of  a  Saint. 
 
 WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  J 
 Or  shake  at  death's  ahirins  ? 
 Tis  but  tlie  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
 To  call  them  to  his  arms. 
 
 2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 
 
 As  fast  as  time  can  move? 
 Nor  siiould  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow 
 To  keep  us  from  our  love. 
 
 3  Wiiy  should   we  tremble  to  convey 
 
 Their  bodies  to  the  tomb, 
 Tliere  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay. 
 And  left  a  long  perfume. 
 
 4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blcss'd. 
 
 And  soften'd  every  bed ; 
 Where  should  the  dying  members  rest. 
 
 But  with  their  dying  head  ? 
 .^  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high. 
 
 And  show'd  our  feet  the  way ; 
 Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly. 
 
 At  the  great  rising  day. 
 G  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 
 
 And  bid  our  kindred  rise; 
 Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground, 
 
 Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     301.     CM. 
 Frail  life,  and  succeeding  eternity 
 
 THEE  we  adore,  eternal  Name ! 
 And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
 /low  feeble  is  our.  mortal  frame, 
 What  dying  worms  are  we ! 
 2  [Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 
 As  months  and  days  increase 
 
822  FUNERAL  HYMN». 
 
 And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell. 
 Leaves  but  the  number  less. 
 
 3  Tlie  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 
 
 The  breath  tliat  first  it  gave  ; 
 
 Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be. 
 
 We're  trav'ling  to  the  grave.] 
 
 4  Dangers  stand  thick,  thro'  all  the  grobr.J 
 
 To  push  us  to  the  tomb ; 
 And  fieree  diseases  wait  around. 
 To  hurry  mortals  home. 
 
 5  Good  God  I  on  what  a  slender  thread 
 
 Hang  everlasting  things  I 
 Th'  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead, 
 Upon  life's  feeble  strings ! 
 
 6  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  woe, 
 
 Attends  on  every  breath; 
 And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go, 
 Upon  the  brink  of  death ! 
 
 7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 
 
 To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 
 Vnd  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence. 
 May  they  be  found  with  God. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     302.     C.  M. 
 
 A  thought  of  death  and  glory. 
 j%/|"Y  soul,  come  meditate  the  day, 
 -*-"-■-  And  think  how  near  it  stands, 
 When  thou  must  quit  this  iiouse  of  clay 
 And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 
 3  [And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  viev 
 The  hollow  gaping  tomb  , 
 This  gloomy  prison  waits  for  you, 
 Whene'er  the  sumihons  come.] 
 1  O !  could  we  die  with  those  that  die, 
 And  place  us  in  their  stead. 
 
DEATH.  223 
 
 Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
 And  converse  with  the  dead. 
 
 4  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above, 
 
 In  tlieir  own  glorious  forms, 
 And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
 To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 
 
 5  'How  we  should  scorn  these  clothes  of  fles/ 
 
 These  fetters,  and  this  load  ; 
 And  long  for  evening  to  undress, 
 That  we  may  rest  with, God." 
 '     Ye  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 
 Before  the  summons  come, 
 Vnd  pray  and  wish  our  souls  away 
 To  their  eternal  home. 
 
 DEATH. 
 
 Hart.]     303.     C.  M. 
 
 VAIN  man  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear, 
 Repent,  thy  end  is  nigh ; 
 Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far; 
 O,  think  before  thou  die. 
 
 2  Reflect,  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  ; 
 
 Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount! 
 What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave ' 
 How  stands  that  dark  account  ? 
 
 3  Death  enters,  and  there 's  no  defence ; 
 
 His  time  tliere  's  none  can  tell ; 
 He*ll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
 To  heaven,  or,  to  hell. 
 
 4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care. 
 
 Shall  crawling  worms  consume ; 
 But  ah !    destruction  stops  not  there  ; 
 Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 
 
224  DEATH. 
 
 6  To-day,  the  gospel  calls  to-day; 
 Sinneis,  it  6j)eaks  to  you; 
 Let  every  one  forsake  his  way, 
 And  mercy  will  ensue. 
 •  Rich  mercy,  dearly  bought  with  blood; 
 How  vile  soe'er  he  be, 
 Abundant  pardon,  peace  with  God. 
 All  given  entirely  free. 
 
 Dr.  Ryla>'d.]     304.     Vs.     Psalm  ixxi   \l 
 
 SOVEREIGN  Ruler  of  the  skiea, 
 Ever  gracious,  ever  wise! 
 
 All  my  times  are  in  thy  hand. 
 
 All  events  at  thy  command. 
 2  Thou  didst  form  me  in  the  womb, 
 
 Thou  wilt  guide  me  to  the  tomb* 
 
 All  my  times  shall  ever  be 
 
 Ordered  by  thy  wise  decree: 
 8  Times  of  sickness,  times  of  health; 
 
 Times  of  penury  and  wealth; 
 
 Times  of  trial  and  of  grief; 
 
 Times  of  trial  and  relief: 
 
 4  Times  temptation's  power  to  prove. 
 Times  to  taste  a  Saviour's  love; 
 All  is  fixed — the  means  and  end. 
 As  shall  please  my  heavenly  Friend. 
 
 5  Plagues  and  death  around  me  fly; 
 Till  He  bids    I  cannot  die; 
 
 Not  a  single  shaft  can  hit, 
 Till  the  God  of  Love  sees  fit. 
 
 C    Wkslet.]     305.     P.  M. 
 Death  delightful. 
 
 REJOICE  for  a  brother  deceasM, 
 Our  loss  is  his  infinite  gain; 
 
DEATH.  22» 
 
 A  soul  out  of  prison  released, 
 Anil  freed  from  its  bodily  chain; 
 
 With  songs  let  us  follow  his  flight. 
 And  mount  with  his  spirit  above, 
 
 Escap'd  to  the  mansions  of  light, 
 And  lodg'd  in  the  Eden  of  love. 
 
 !  Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gain  d, 
 
 Outflying  the  tempest  and  wind, 
 His  rest  he  hath  sooner  obtain'd, 
 
 And  left  his  com4)anion8  behind, 
 Still  toss'd  on  a  sea  of  distress, 
 
 Hard  toiling  to  make  the  blest  shore. 
 Where  all  is  assurance  and  peace. 
 
 And  sorrow  and  sin  are  no  more 
 
 I  There  all  the  ship's  company  meet, 
 Who  sail'J  with  the  Saviour  beneath 
 With  shouting  each  other  they  greet. 
 
 And  triumph  o'er  trouble  and  death. 
 The  voyage  of  life's  at  an  end, 
 The  mortal  affliction  is  past: 
 The  age  that  in  heaven  they  spend. 
 For  ever  and  ever  shall  last 
 
 JUDGMENT. 
 
 Hart.]     306.     L.  M. 
 
 The  day  of  Jxtdgment. 
 
 .\  WAKE,  ye  sleeping  souls,  awaks, 
 jJlL  And  hear  the  God  of  Israel  speak 
 His  word  is  faithful,  firm  jtrd  true; 
 Sinners,  attend,  he  speaks        tou. 
 15 
 
220  JUDGMENT 
 
 J  '  Mercy  and  vengeance  in  nie  dwell ; 
 One  lifts  to  heaven,  one  (•■•i:-*t9  to  hell ; 
 My   favour's  more  than  iite,  njy   wralj. 
 Will  burn  beyond  the  bounds  of  deatli.' 
 
 3  Short  is  the  space,  and  dciitii  must  come  , 
 And  after  death,  the  day  of  doom  ; 
 Wiicn  quick  and  dead  the  Judge  shall  caV 
 And  deal  their  due  deserts  to  all. 
 
 4  Fi.x'd  in  their  everlasting  state, 
 
 Cowld  men  repent,  'twere  then  too  late  ; 
 Justice  has  bolted  Mercy's  door, 
 And  God's  long  suff'ring  is  no  more. 
 
 5  'Tis  now  the  gospel  message  sent, 
 Commands  repentance — now  repent; 
 Wisely  be  warn'd,  to  refuge   run  : 
 Obey  the  Father,  kiss  the  Son. 
 
 U  In  Christ,  receive  the  gift  of  God, 
 Complete  redemption  through  his  blood ; 
 Mercy  triumphant,  sin  forgiven, 
 And  everlasting  life  in  heaven. 
 
 Hart.]     307.     S.  M. 
 
 BEHOLD,  with  awful  pomp. 
 The  Judge  prepares  to  come; 
 Th'  archangel  sounds  the  dreadfiil  tnin*r 
 And  wakes  the  general  doom. 
 ii  Nature,  in  wild  amaze, 
 Her  dissolution  mourns; 
 Blushes  of  blood  the  moon  deface. 
 The  sun  to  darkness  turns. 
 
 3  The  living  look  with  dread; 
 
 The  frighted  dead  arise. 
 Start  from  their  monumental  "ied, 
 And  lift  their  ghastly  eyes. 
 
 4  Now  is  th'  accepted  time; 
 
 To  Ch-ist  for  mercy  fly; 
 
JUDGMENT.  Sf^ 
 
 O,  turn,  repent,  and  trust  in  him, 
 
 And  you  shall  never  die. 
 5  Great  God,  in  whom  we  live, 
 
 Prepare  us  for  that  day; 
 Help  us  in  Jesus  to  believe. 
 
 To  watch,,  and  wait,  and  pray. 
 
 30T.     Second  Part.     8's.  &  1  s, 
 
 HAPPY  soul,  thy  days  are  ended, 
 All  thy  mourning  days  below 
 Go,  by  angel-guards  attended. 
 
 To  the  sight  of  Jesus,  go. 
 Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 
 
 Lo!  the  Saviour  stands  above; 
 Shows  the  purchase  of  his  merit, 
 
 Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love, 
 t  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion, 
 
 To  thy  great  Redeemer's  breast. 
 To  his  uttermost  saivation, 
 
 To  his  everlasting  rest. 
 For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee. 
 
 Bear  a  momentary  pain; 
 Die  to  live  a  life  of  glory ; 
 
 Suifer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign 
 
 Dr.  Dobdrisoe.]     308.     S.  M- 
 The  final  sentence  and  misery  of  the 
 Matt.  xxiv.  4  if. 
 
 AND  will  the  Judge  descend  1 
 And  must  the  dead  arise? 
 And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
 His  all-discerning  eyes? 
 t  And  from  his  righteous  lips, 
 
 Shall  the  dread  sentence  sound. 
 \nd  through  the  numerous  g:uilt^ 
 Spread  black  despair  around'' 
 
328  JUDGMENT. 
 
 3  Ye  sjnnms,  seek  his  grace, 
 
 Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear; 
 Fly  to  the  L'helter  of  his  cross, 
 And  find  salvation  there. 
 
 4  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 
 
 By  which  the  Saviour  bled, 
 And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
 His  blessings  on  your  head. 
 
 309.     Judgmejit  Hymn, 
 
 O  THERE    will    be    mourning,    mourning 
 mourning,  mourning, 
 O  there   will   be    mourning,  at  the   judgment 
 seat  of  Christ. 
 Parents  and  children  there  will  part. 
 Parents  and  children  there  will  part. 
 Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
 Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 
 
 %  O  there  will  be  mourning,  &c 
 
 Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part, 
 Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part. 
 Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part, 
 Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 
 
 3  O  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 
 
 Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part. 
 Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part, 
 Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part. 
 Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 
 
 •    51  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 
 
 Friends  and  neighbours  there  will  parx, 
 Friends  and  neighbours  there  will  part, 
 Friends  and  neighbours  there  will  part. 
 Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 
 
 1  o  mere  will  be  mourning,  &c. 
 
 Pastors  and  people  there  will  part, 
 
JUDGMENT.  229 
 
 Pastors  and  people  there  will  part, 
 Pastors  and  people  there  will  part. 
 Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 
 
 S  O  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 
 
 Devils  aiid  sinners  there  will  meet, 
 Devils  and  sinners  there  will  meet. 
 Devils  and  sinners  there  will  meet. 
 Will  meet  to  part  no  more. 
 
 1  O  ^nere  will  be  shouting,  &c. 
 
 Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet, 
 Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet, 
 Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet. 
 Will  meet  to  part  no  more. 
 
 Dk.  Watts'  Lthic  Poems.]     SIO.     L.  M. 
 Come,  LordJesus. 
 
 WHEN  shall  thy  lovely  face  be  seen  f 
 When  shall  our  eyes  behold  our  God 
 What  lengths  of  distance  lie  between. 
 And  hills  of  guilt,  a  heavy  load! 
 
 %  Our  months  are  ages  of  delay, 
 
 And  slowly  every  minute  wears; 
 Fly,  winged  time,  and  roll  away 
 
 These  tedious  rounds  of  sluggish  years. 
 
 8  ye  heavenly  gates,  loose  all  your  chains; 
 Let  the  eternal  pillars  bow; 
 Blest  Saviour,  cleave  the  starry  plains. 
 And  make  the  crystal  fountains  flow. 
 
 Hark !  how  thy  saints  unite  their  cries, 
 
 And  pray,  and  wait  the  general  doom-, 
 ^ome.  Thou,  the  soul  of  all  our  joys. 
 Thou,  the  Desire  of  nations,  come. 
 
 ft  Put  thy  bright  robes  of  triumph  on. 
 
 And  bless  our  eyes,  and  bless  our  eai^ 
 
ISO  JUDGMENT. 
 
 Thou  absent  liOve,  thou  dear  Unknown, 
 Th«'  fairest  of  ten  thousand  fairs. 
 
 311.     The  Chariot. 
 
 THE  chariot !  the  chariot !  its  wheels  roll  in  fire, 
 Ab  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his  irt 
 Lo,  self-movine  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of  cloud, 
 And   the   heavens   with   the  burden  of  Godhead   av 
 bow'd. 
 
 1  The  glory!  the  glory!  around  him  are  pour'd. 
 Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  the  Lord ; 
 And  the  glorified  saints,  and  the  martyrs  are  there, 
 And    there    all    who    the    palm-wreaths   of   victory 
 wear! 
 
 8  The  trumpet!  the  trumpet!  the  dead  have  all  heard 
 Lo!  the  depths  of  the  stone-coverd  charnel  arestirr'd 
 From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south,  from  thi 
 
 north, 
 All  Uie  vast  generations  of  man  are  come  forth ! 
 
 4  Tbe  .lodgment !  the  judgment !  the  thrones  are  all  se;, 
 Where  the   Lamb   and   the  white- vested  elders  ar* 
 
 met! 
 Tberp  all  fleph  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
 And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 
 
 f  0  mercy !  O  mercy  I  look  down  from  above. 
 Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with  love! 
 When    beneath   to  their  darkness  >iie  wicked   are 
 
 driven, 
 May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in  heaven  I 
 
 Watts.]     312.     C.  M. 
 
 The  everlasting  absence  of  God,  intolcrahlt. 
 
 ri^MJAT  awful  dav  will  surslj  come, 
 JL    Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
 When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
 And  pass  the  solemn  test 
 
 Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 
 Thou  Sov' reign  of  my  heart, 
 
JUDGMENT.  231 
 
 How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
 Pronounce  the  bound,  'Depart!' 
 
 3  What!  to  be  banisli'd  for  my  lite, 
 
 And  yot  forbid  to  die  ? 
 
 To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
 
 Yet  deatli  for  ever  fly  I 
 
 4  O  I  wretched  state  of  deep  despair. 
 
 To  sec  my  God  remove. 
 And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
 
 I  must  not  taste  his  love. 
 6  Jesus  I  I  tlirow  my  arms  around, 
 
 And  hang  upon  thy  breast; 
 Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
 
 My  spirit  cannot  rest. 
 
 6  O  I  tell  me  tliat  my  worthless  na»ne 
 
 Is  graven  on  thy  hands ; 
 Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
 Where  my  salvation  stands. 
 
 7  Give  me  one  kind  assuring  word, 
 
 To  sink  my  fears  again  ; 
 And  cheerfully  my  souJ  shall  wait, 
 Her  threescore  years  and  ten. 
 
 Dr.  S.  STEN.>fETT.]     313.     C.  M. 
 
 The  last  Judgment. 
 
 HE  comes  !  he  comes  I  to  judge  the  woric 
 Aloud  the  archangel  cries ; 
 While  thunders  roll  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
 And  lightning  cleaves  the  skies. 
 2  Th'  affrighted  nations  hear  the  sound. 
 And  upwards  lift  their  eyes; 
 The  slumb'ring  tenants  of  the  ground 
 In  living  armies  rise. 
 'J  Amid  the  shouts  of  numerous  friends. 
 Of  hosts  divinely  bright. 
 
132  JUDGMENT 
 
 The  juage  in  solemn  pomp  descends^ 
 Array 'd  in  robes  of  liglit 
 4  His  head  and  hair  arc  while  as  snow 
 His  eyes  a  fiery  flame  ; 
 A  radiant  crown  adorns  his  brow, 
 And  Jesus  is  his  name. 
 ;>   Writ  on  his  thigh  his  name  appears, 
 And  scars  his  vict'ries  tell; 
 I-.0  I  in  his  hand  the  Conqu'ror  bears 
 The  keys  of  death  and  hell. 
 
 6  So  he  £iscends  the  judgment-seat. 
 
 And  at  his  dread  command, 
 Myriads  of  creatures  round  his  feet 
 In  solemn  silence  stand. 
 
 7  Princes  and  peasants  here  expect 
 
 Their  last,  their  righteous  doom ; 
 The  men  who  dar'd  his  grace  reject, 
 And  they  vviio  dar'd  presume. 
 
 8  '  Depart,  ye  sons  of  vice  and  sin,' 
 
 The  injur'd  Jesus  cries ; 
 While  tlic  long,  kindling  wrath  witliin. 
 Flashes  from  botli  his  eyes. 
 
 9  And  now,  with  words  divinely  sweet. 
 
 With  rapture  in  his  face, 
 Aloud  his  sacred  lips  repeat 
 
 The  sentence  of  his  grace : 
 10  'Well  done,  my  good  and  faithful  sons. 
 
 The  children  of  my  love  ; 
 Receive  the  sceptres,  crowns  and  throne* 
 
 Prepar'd  for  you  above.' 
 
 Dr.  Watts.     314.     CM. 
 The  last  judgment ;  or,  the  Saints  rewarded. 
 
 THE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne. 
 Bids  tlie  whole  earth  draw  nigh ; 
 The  nations  near  the  rising  sun. 
 And  near  Uw  western  sky. 
 
JUDGMEWl.  233 
 
 9  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, 
 'Judgment  shall  ne'er  begin;' 
 No  more  abuse  his  long  delay, 
 To  impudence  and  sm. 
 
 3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud,  our  God  shall  come; 
 
 Bright  flames  prepare  his  way ; 
 Tliunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm. 
 Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 
 
 4  Heaven  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 
 
 Attending  angels  come ; 
 And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear. 
 His  justice  and  their  doom. 
 
 5  *  But  gather  all  my  saints,'  he  cries, 
 
 That  made  their  peace  with  Go(i, 
 By  the  Redeemer's  sacrifice, 
 And  seal'd  it  with  his  blood. 
 
 6  Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  Iigh( 
 
 Shall  make  the  world  confess, 
 My  sentence  of  reward  is  right, 
 And  1  eaven  adore  my  ^raoe. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 
 
 ARRANGED  ALPHABETICALLY 
 
 1. 
 
 The  Prodigal  Son. 
 A  FFLICTIONS,  though  they  seem  sev»»rc 
 -^^  Arc  oft  ih  mercy  sent, 
 They  stop  the  prodigal's  career, 
 
 And  cause  liini  to  repent. 
 Although  he  no  relenting  felt. 
 
 Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 
 His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt. 
 
 When  famine  pinch'd  him  sore. 
 '  What  have  I  gain'd  by  sin,'  lie  said, 
 
 '  But  hunger,  shame  and  fear  ? 
 My  father's  house  abounds  with  breatt 
 
 While  I  am  starving  here. 
 I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  don< , 
 
 Fall  down  before  his  face ; 
 Unworthy  to  be  call'd  a  son, 
 
 I'll  seek  a  servant's  place.' 
 His  father  saw  him  coming  back  ; 
 
 He  saw,  and  ran,  and   smil'd. 
 And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
 
 Of  his   rebellious  child. 
 '  Father,  I've  sinn'd ;  but  O !  forgive — 
 
 *  Enough,'  the  father  said  ; 
 'Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive, 
 
 For  whom  I  mourn'd  as  dead. 
 Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain. 
 
 And  spread  the  news  around ; 
 My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again. 
 
 Was  lest,  but  now  is  found.' 
 
2iM)  SPIRITLAL  SUiSGS. 
 
 "I'i.s  flius  the  Lurd  his  love  reveals. 
 
 To  call  poor  sinners  home ; 
 More  than  a  fatJier's  love   he  feels. 
 
 And  welcomes  all  that  come. 
 5  (Joine,  then,  poor  sinners,  come  away 
 
 We  call  3'ou  all  around  ; 
 'Tis  tlic  accepted,  promis'd  day, 
 
 When  g-ospel  grace  abounds. 
 Come,  uiourning^  souls,  to  Jesus   come, 
 
 Whose  blood  for  you  aton'd  ; 
 His  heart,  his  hands,  and  church,  have  room 
 
 We  therefore  bid  you  come. 
 
 4  H,  lovely  appearance  of  death .' 
 -^*-  What  sight  upon  earth  is  so  fair  ? 
 Not  all  the  gay  pageants   that  breathe. 
 
 Can  with  a  dead  body  compare. 
 With  solenni  delight  I  survey 
 
 The  corpse  when  the  spirit  is  fled  ; 
 In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 
 
 And  longing  to  lie  in  its  stead. 
 '2  How  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft. 
 
 Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind  : 
 How  easy  the  soul,  that  has  left 
 
 This  wearisome  body  behind  I 
 Of  evil  incapable,  thou 
 
 Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see. 
 No  longer  in  misery  now, 
 
 No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 
 3  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 
 
 With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pais 
 The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 
 
 And  never  shall  vex  him  again ; 
 No  anger,  lienceforward,  or  shame. 
 
 Shall  redden    his  innocent  clay; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  23- 
 
 Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 
 
 And  passion  is  banished  away. 
 This  lang:uishing  head  is  at  rest, 
 
 Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'ei ; 
 This  quiet  immovable  breast 
 
 Is  heaved  by  affliction  no  more. 
 This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 
 
 Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain ; 
 It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat; 
 
 It  never  shall  flutter  again. 
 The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close, 
 
 By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
 Seal'd  up  in  eternal  repose, 
 
 Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep 
 The  foimtains  can  yield  no  suppUes; 
 
 Those  hollows  from  water  are  free 
 The  tears  are  all  wiped  from  his  eye* 
 
 And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 
 To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 
 
 While  bound  in  a  prison  I  breathe, 
 And  still  for  deliverence  pine, 
 
 And  press  to  the  issue  of  death. 
 What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 
 
 O,  might  I  this  moment  become; 
 My  spirit  created  anew, 
 
 My  flesh  be  confin'd  to  the  tomb. 
 
 H^ 
 
 A  Revival. 
 "ARK !  hear  the  sounds 
 On  earth  'tis  found; 
 My  soul  delights  to  hear 
 Of  dying  love, 
 Come  from  above, 
 And  pardon  bought  so  dear. 
 2  God's  ministers, 
 Like  flaming  fires. 
 Are  passing  through  the  lanJ 
 
288  ^PIRITbAL  S0NO8 
 
 The  voice  I  hear, 
 'Repent  and  fear; 
 King  Jesus  is  at  hand.' 
 
 3  God's  people  shine, 
 With  grace  divine, 
 
 They're  sanctified  by  truth; 
 The  saints,  in  prayer, 
 Cry,  •  Lord,  draw  near : 
 
 Have  mercy  on  our  youth/ 
 
 4  Convinced  of  sin, 
 Men  now  begin 
 
 To  call  upon  the  Lord; 
 Trembling  they  pray. 
 And  mourn  the  day 
 
 In  which  they  scom'd  his  woi4 
 
 5  Young  converts  sing, 
 Ani  praise  their  King, 
 
 And  bless  God's  holy  name; 
 
 While  older  saints. 
 
 True  penitents. 
 Rejoice  to  join  the  theme. 
 
 6  God  grant  a  shower 
 Of  his  great  power. 
 
 On  every  burden'd  heart; 
 Who  earnestly 
 Do  mourn  and  cry. 
 
 That  they  may  have  a  part 
 
 7  From  this  glad  hour. 
 Exert  thy  power. 
 
 To  melt  each  stubborn  heart  i 
 In  those  that  bleed. 
 Let  love  succeed, 
 
 And  holy  joys  impart 
 
 8  Come,  lovely  youth, 
 Embrace  the  truth. 
 
 And  pr»y  with  one  accord: 
 
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SPIRITUAL  SONGS,  230 
 
 Saints,  raise  your  songs, 
 With  joyful  tongues, 
 To  hail  the  approaching  Lord. 
 
 Beddomk.]     3.     Second  Part. 
 
 LET  Christians  all  agree, 
 And  ;  c'ace  among  them  spread; 
 Uentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free. 
 Are  one  in   Christ,  their  Head. 
 
 2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 
 Let  fervent  love  be  found; 
 
 Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
 With  common  blessings  crown'd 
 
 3  Lei  envy,  (child  of  hell !) 
 Be  tianish'd  far  away  ; 
 
 Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell, 
 Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 
 
 4  Thus  will  the  church  below 
 Resemble  that  above, 
 
 Where  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow, 
 And  every  heart  is  love. 
 
 3.     Third  Part. 
 
 MY  drowsy  pow'rs,  why  sleep  ye  so ) 
 Awake,  my  sluggish  soul ! 
 Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do. 
 Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 
 
 The  little  ants,  for  one  poor  grain 
 
 Labour,  and  tug,  and  strive; 
 Vet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
 
 How  negligent  we  live! 
 
 We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 
 And  stars  their  courses  move  ! 
 
 We,  for  whose  gua;-d  the  angel  bands 
 Come  flying  from  above : 
 
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 4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down 
 
 And  laboured  for  our  good, 
 How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
 He  purchased  with  his  blood  ! 
 
 5  Lord,  shall  we  live  so  sluggish  still, 
 
 And  never  act  our  parts! 
 Come,,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hi!" 
 And  sit  and  warm  our  hearts. 
 
 ALMIGHTY  love  inspire 
 My  heart  with  sacred  fire. 
 And  animate  desire, 
 
 My  soul  to  renew ; 
 I  love  the  blessed  Jesus, 
 On  whom  each  angel  g-azcs. 
 And  sympathy  increases 
 Above  the  ethereal   blue. 
 
 2  Thou  tender-hearted  .lesus. 
 Thy  love  my  soul  amazes. 
 Who  came  for  to  save  us. 
 
 When  lost  and  undone. 
 No  seraph  could  retrieve  us 
 No  angel  could  redeem  us. 
 No  arm  could  relieve  us, 
 
 But  Jesus  alone. 
 
 3  Come,  thou,  the  sinners'  frieo4 
 My  simple  prayer  attend. 
 
 And  save  me  to  the  end. 
 
 From  the  evil  to  come ; 
 Afford  me  the  favour, 
 That  issues  from  the  Saviour 
 And  O  !    forsake  me  never. 
 Until  I  get  home. 
 
 4  In  him  I  have  believed. 
 
 He  hath  my  soul  received. 
 
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 from  sin  he  hath  redeemed 
 
 My  soul,  which  was  dead ; 
 And  now  I   love  my  Saviour, 
 For  I  am  in  Jiis  favour, 
 And  I  hope  with  him   for  ever 
 
 Tlie  golden  streets  to  tread. 
 >  Yet  here  awhile  I  stay. 
 In  hope  of  that  glad  day, 
 When  I  am  call'd  away. 
 
 To  mansions  above ; 
 There  to  enjoy  the  pleasures 
 Of  uneonsuming  treasures, 
 And  shout  in  highest  measures, 
 
 Hallelujahs  of  love. 
 
 Dr.  Watts'  Sermons.]     5.     C.  M 
 
 Holy  fortitude.     1  Cor.  xvi.  13. 
 i  M  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
 '^  A  follower  of  the  Lamb; 
 And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause. 
 Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 
 
 2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
 
 On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
 While  others  fought  to  win  the  priM. 
 And  sailed  through   bloody  seas  ? 
 
 3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face '' 
 
 Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
 Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
 To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 
 
 4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign: 
 
 Increase  my  courage.  Lord  ! 
 I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
 Supported  by  thy  word, 
 
 5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
 
 Shall  conquer,  though  they  die; 
 
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 They  see  the  triumph  from  afar. 
 And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 
 6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise. 
 And  all  thy  armies  shine, 
 In  robes  of  victory,  through  the  skies. 
 The  glory  shall  be  thine. 
 
 6.     CM. 
 
 Parental  submission  on  the  loss  of  a  child 
 
 AND  is  thy   lovely  shadow  fled  ? 
 Yet  stop  those  fruitless  tears; 
 He  from  a  thousand  pangs  is  freed. 
 You  from  ten  thousand  fears. 
 '2  Though  lost,  he 's  lost  to  earth  alone ; 
 Above  he  will  be  found 
 Amidst  the  stars,  and  near  the  throne, 
 \Yiuch  babes  like  him  surround. 
 3  Look  upward,  and  your  child  you'll  see 
 Fix'd  in  his  blest  abode ; 
 What  parent  would  not  childless  be 
 To  give  a  child  to  God  ? 
 
 7. 
 
 ANT)  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
 And  let  it  faint  or  die ; 
 My  soul  sliall  quit  this  mournful  v«l«. 
 
 And  soar  to  worlds  on  high ; 
 Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 
 
 And  find  its  long-sought  rest. 
 That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants. 
 
 In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 
 In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 
 
 I  now  the  cross  sustain. 
 And  gladly  wander  up  and  down. 
 
 Ana  smile  at  toil  and  pain : 
 
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 I  sufTcr  on  my  threescore  years, 
 
 Till  my  dcliv'rer  come, 
 And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 
 
 And  take  his  exile  home. 
 
 S  O,  what  has  Jesus  done  for  me? 
 
 Before  my  ravish'd  eyes, 
 Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see. 
 
 And  trees  of  paradise ; 
 I  sec  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 
 
 Who  taste  the  pleasures  there ; 
 They  all  are  rob'd  in  spotless  white, 
 
 And  conq'ring  palms  they  bear. 
 
 4  O,  what  are  all  my  sufF'rings  here. 
 
 If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 
 With  that  enraptur'd  host  t'  appear. 
 
 And  worship  at  thy  feet? 
 Give  joy  or  grief,   give  ease  or  pain  f 
 
 Take  life  or  friends    away  ; 
 But  let  me  find  them  all  again 
 
 In  that  eternal  day. 
 
 8.     6,8. 
 
 ARISE  my  soul,  arise, 
 Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
 The  bleeding  sacrifice 
 
 In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
 Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands,. 
 My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 
 i  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 
 Received  on  Calvary; 
 They  pour  effectual  prayers. 
 
 They  strongly  plead  for  me  : 
 Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry 
 Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die. 
 3  The  father  hears  him  pray 
 His  dear  anointed  one. 
 
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 He  cannot  turn  away 
 
 Tlic  presence  of  his  son, 
 His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood. 
 And  tells  mc  I  am  born    >f  God. 
 
 4  My  God  is  reconcil'd, 
 
 His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear , 
 He  owns  nic  for  a  child, 
 
 I  can  no  longer  fear  ; 
 With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
 And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 
 
 Dr.  S.  Stennett.]     9.    C.  M. 
 
 The  converted  Thief.    Luke  xxiii.  42. 
 
 A  S  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
 ■^    And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died. 
 He  pour'd  salvation  on  a  wretch. 
 That  languish'd  at  his  side. 
 
 2  His  crimes,  with  inward  grief  and  shame, 
 
 Tlie  penitent  confcss'd ; 
 Then  turn'd  iiis  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
 And  thus  his  pray'r  address'd : 
 
 3  '  Jesus,  thou  Son  and  Heir  of  heaven. 
 
 Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God, 
 I  see  thee  bath'd  in  sweat  and  tears ; 
 And  wclt'ring  in  thy  blood ; 
 
 4  *  Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  woe. 
 
 In  triumph  tliou  shalt  rise. 
 Burst  through  the  gloomy  sliades  of  dealh 
 And  shine  above  tlic  skies. 
 
 5  •  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 
 
 Dear  Saviour,  think  on  me ; 
 And  in  the  victories  of  tliy  death, 
 Let  mc  a  sharer  be.* 
 
SPIRITUAL  SON(i^^.  i^fi 
 
 b  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 
 Aiid  instantly  rci)lies, 
 '  To-day  thy  parting  youl  shall  be 
 Witli  ine  in  Paradise.' 
 
 10.     8,  8,  6. 
 A  WAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
 ■^  My  soul  in  guilt  and  tlirall  I  found. 
 
 And  knew  not  where  to  go ; 
 O'erwhehn'd  in  sin,  with  anguish  slain, 
 The  sinner  must  be  born  again,' 
 Or  sink  in  endless  woe. 
 
 2  Amaz'd  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
 Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell  ; 
 
 For  death  and  hell  drew  near  ; 
 I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain 
 '  The  sinner  must  be  born  again,' 
 
 Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 
 
 3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
 It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head; 
 
 I  no  relief  could  find. 
 Tliis  fearful  truth  increased  my  pain; 
 'The  sinner  must  be  born  again,' 
 
 O'er  whelm 'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 
 
 4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunder  roll, 
 And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 
 
 A  vast,  unwieldy  load  ; 
 Alas  I  I  read,  and  saw  it  plain, 
 '  The  sinner  must  be  born  again,' 
 
 Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 
 
 5  The  snints  I  heard  with  rapture  teL, 
 How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 
 
 And  broke  the  fowler's  snare ; 
 Yet  wnen  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
 *  The  sinner  must  be  born  again,* 
 
 I  sink  in  deeo   lespair. 
 
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 6  But  wliile  I  tlius  in  anguish  lay 
 Jesus  of  Naz'reth  pass'cl  that  way 
 
 And  felt  his  pity  move ; 
 The  sinner  by  his  justice  slain. 
 Now  by  liis  grace  'is  born  agaiP. 
 
 And  sings  redeeming  love. 
 
 7  To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  flew 
 The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anev 
 
 And  lofty  notes  did  raise ; 
 All  liail,  the  Lamb  that  once  was  JiaJjiL, 
 Unnumbcr'd  millions  '  born  again,' 
 
 Shall  sh  <ut  thine  endless  praise. 
 
 Biggs'  Collection.]     11. 
 
 AWAY,  my  doubts,  begone,  my  fear* 
 The  wonders  of  tlie  Lord  appears ; 
 Tlie  wonders  that  my  Saviour  wrought, 
 O  how  delightfiil  is  the  thought ! 
 The  wonders  of  redeeming  love. 
 When  first  my  heart  was  drawn  above 
 When  first  I  saw  my  Saviour's  face. 
 And  triumph'd  in  redeeming  grace. 
 Pursue,  my  thoughts,  the  pleasing  tJiemo 
 'Twas  not  a  fancy,  nor  a  dream ; 
 'Twas  grace  descending  from  the  skies, 
 And  shall  be  marv'lous  in  my  eyes. 
 Long  had  I  mourn'd,  like  one  forgot; 
 Long  had  my  soul  for  comfort  sought ; 
 Jesus  was  witness  to  my  tears, 
 And  Jesus  sweetly  calm'd  my  fears 
 He  clcans'd  my  soul,  he  chang'd  my  dr  s 
 And  cloth'd  me  with  his  righteousness  . 
 He  spake  at  once  my  sins  forgiven, 
 And  I  rejoiced,  as  if  in  heaven. 
 How  was  I  struck  with  sweet  surprise, 
 While  glory  shone  before  mine  eyes'. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  "] 
 
 How  did  I  sing,  from  day  to  day. 
 And  wish'd  to  sing  my  soul  away  ! 
 Tlic  world,  with  all  its  pomp,  withdrew 
 'Tvviis  less  than  nothing  in  my  view ; 
 Redcen^ing  love  was  all  my  theme, 
 And  life  appear'd  an  idle  dream. 
 I  gloried  in  my  Saviour's  grace ; 
 I  sang  my  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
 My  soul  then  long'd  to  soar  away, 
 And  leave  her  tenement  of  clay. 
 The  powers  of  hell  in  vain  combine, 
 To  tempt  or  interrupt  my  mind ; 
 I  saw,  and  sang  in  joyful  strains. 
 The  monster,  Satan,  bound  in  chains. 
 These  are  the  wonders  I  record, 
 The  marv'lous  goodness  of  the  Lord ; 
 O,  for  a  tongue  to  speak  his  praise  I 
 To  tell  the  triumphs  of  his  grace  I 
 
 12.    L.  M. 
 
 Trust  and  confidence.     Hab.  iii.  17,  18. 
 A  WAY,  my  unbelieving  fear  I 
 -^*-  Let  fear  in  me  no  more  take  place 
 My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear, 
 
 He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face 
 But  sliall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 
 
 And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
 No ;  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no  I 
 
 I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 
 Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny; 
 
 Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil ; 
 The  witli'ring  fig-tree  droop  and  die; 
 
 The  field  elude  the  tiller's  toil; 
 The  empty  stall  no  herd  aiford, 
 
 And  perish  aU  the  bleating  race 
 Vet  will  I  triumph  in  tlie  Lord, 
 
 The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 
 
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 3  Away,  eacli  unbelieving  lear  I 
 
 Let  fear  to  cheering-  liope  give  place . 
 My  Saviour  will  at  length  appear, 
 
 And  show  the  brightness  of  his  face. 
 Though  now  my  prospects  all  be  cross'd 
 
 My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  see. 
 Still  will  I  in  my  Jesus  trust. 
 
 Whose  boundless  love  can  reach  to  ine 
 
 i   In  hope,  believing  against  hope, 
 
 His  promis'd  mercy  will  I  claim, 
 His  gracious  word  shall  bear  me  up. 
 
 To  seek  salvation  in  his  name. 
 Soon,  my  dear  Saviour,  bring  it  nigh 
 
 My  soul  sliall  then  outstrip  the  wind, 
 On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 
 
 And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 
 
 13.     C.  M. 
 
 BACKSLIDERS,  who  your  miseries  feel 
 Attend  your  Saviour's  call : 
 Return,  he'll  your  backslidings  heal ; 
 O  crown  him  Lord  of  All. 
 
 2  Though  crimson  sin  increase  your  guilt, 
 
 And  painful  is  your  thrall , 
 For  broken  hearts  his  blood  was  spilt ; 
 O  crown  him  Lord  of  All. 
 
 3  Take  with  your  words,  approach  his  thron 
 
 And  low  before  him  fall ; 
 He  understands  the  spirit's  groan; 
 O  crown  him  Lord  of  All. 
 
 4  Whoever  comes,  lie'll  not  cast  out, 
 
 Although  your  fait!i  be  small; 
 His  faithfulness  you  cannot  dcubt; 
 O  crown   him  Lord  of  AR 
 
 I 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  24U 
 
 Newton  1     14.    10,10,11,11. 
 /  toill  trust  and  not  be  afraid.    Isa.  xii.  2. 
 
 BEGONE,  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near. 
 And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear ; 
 By  prayer  let  me  wrestle  and    he  will  per 
 
 form ; 
 With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I    smile    at  the 
 storm. 
 
 2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide 
 'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide : 
 Though    cisterns   be   broken,  and  creatures 
 
 all  fail. 
 The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 
 
 3  His  love  in  times  past  forbids  me  to  think 
 He'll  Icuve  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink ; 
 Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review 
 Confirms  his  good  pleasui'e  to  help  me  quite 
 
 through. 
 
 4  Determin'd  to  save,  he  watch'd  o'er  my  path. 
 When,   Satan's   blind    slave,  I  sported  with 
 
 death ; 
 And  can  he  have  taught  me  to  trust  in  hir 
 
 name. 
 And   thus    far  have   brought  me  to  put  mo. 
 
 to  shame  ? 
 
 5  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress. 
 Temptation  or  pain  ?  he  told  me  no  less ; 
 The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  his  word. 
 Through  much  tribulation    must  follow  the 
 
 Lord. 
 
 6  How  bitter  that  cup,  no  heart  can  conceive, 
 Which  he  drank  quite  up  that  sinners  might 
 
 live ! 
 His  way  was  much  rougher  and  darker  thar; 
 
 mine ; 
 Did  Jesus  tlius  suffer  ?  and  shall  I  repine  ? 
 
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 7  Since  .all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for   in; 
 
 good, 
 Tlie  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine  food  ; 
 Though  pamful  at    present,  'twill  cease  be 
 
 fore  long, 
 And  then,  O,  how  pleasant  the  conqueror 'i 
 
 BOPg. 
 
 15.    L.M. 
 
 BEHOLD  the  love,  the  grace  of  God, 
 Di  splay 'd  in  Jesus'  precious  blood  ! 
 My  soul's  on  fire,  it  pants  to  prove 
 The  fullness  of  redeeming  love. 
 
 2  Our  God  is  love ;  leap,  O  my  soul  I 
 Let  loud  hosannas  gently  roil; 
 Love  gave  his  son  to  save  our  race, 
 And  Jesus  died,  O  sovereign  grace  ! 
 
 i  What  love  has  done,  O  I  sing  around ; 
 Angels,  proclaim  the  eternal  sound; 
 Lord  Jesus  bleeding  on  the  tree — 
 There,  there,  tiie  Love  of  God  I  see. 
 
 4  O  look,  and  gaze  I  my  rebel  heart 
 Feels  its  own  hardness  to  depart; 
 Repentance  .now  begins  to  roll. 
 
 And  love  in  streams  runs  through  my  soul 
 
 5  The  cross  I  view,  O  wondrous  love  I 
 My  fears  expire,  my  guilt  remove, 
 My  native  enmity  is  slain  ; 
 
 I'm  reconcil'd  and  born  again. 
 
 6  By  failli  in  Jesus'  bloody  cross. 
 The  devil's  kingdom  suffers  loss ; 
 Crowds  on  their  way  from  sin  to  God 
 ilave  overcome  through  Jesus'  blood. 
 
 7  O,  that  the  world  wovild  turn  their  eye*, 
 And  view  the  bleedinsr  sacrifice: 
 
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 Th'  almip^hty  love  that's  there  displayM, 
 Would  brui«c  and  crush  the  serpent's  head 
 
 8  O,  how  I  long  to  see  that  hour, 
 
 When  sin  and  death  shall  lose  their  powei  ; 
 When  all  the  world,  both  great  and  small 
 Shall  own  him  sovereign  loud  of  all. 
 
 9  Thou  bleeding  Lamb,  thou  mighty  God, 
 O,  spread  thy  conquest  far  abr;'ad ; 
 Thy  kingdom  come,  thou  great  I  AM, 
 Let  every  knee  bow  to  thy  name. 
 
 10  Shout,  Christians,  shout,  tlie  Lord  has  come  , 
 Prepare,  prepare,  to  make  him  room; 
 On  earth  he  reigns,  we  feel   him  near, 
 The  signs  of  glory  now  appear. 
 
 Fawcett.]     16.    li.  M. 
 
 Tke  Lamb  of  God.    John  i.  29. 
 
 "OEHOLD  the  sin-atoning  Lamb, 
 •*-*  With  wonder,  gratitude  and  love  ; 
 To  take  away  our  guilt  and  shame. 
 See  him  descending  from  above. 
 
 2  Our  sins  and  griefs  on  him  were  laid  ; 
 
 He  meekly  bore  the  mighty  load; 
 Our  ransom  price  he  fully  paid 
 
 In  groans,  and  tears,  and  sweat,  and  blood 
 
 3  To  save  a  guilty  world  he  dies ; 
 
 Sinners,  behold  the  bleeding  Lamb; 
 To  him  lift  up  your  longing  eyes, 
 And  hope  for  mercy  in  his  name. 
 
 4  Pardon  and  peace  through  him  abound 
 
 He  can  the  richest  blessings  give ; 
 Salvation  in  his  name  is  found. 
 He  b'Hs  ♦he  dving  sinner  live. 
 
262  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 5  Jesus,  my  Tiord,  I  look  tx)  thee; 
 
 Whore  else  can  helpless  sinners  go  ? 
 Thy  boundless  love  sluiU  set  me  free 
 From  all  my  wretchedness  and  woe. 
 
 17.     6,  6,  6,  6,  8,  8. 
 
 TIte  Julnlee. 
 
 BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
 The  ghidly  solemn  sound  ! 
 Let  all  the  nations  know, 
 
 To  eartii's  remotest  bound, 
 The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
 Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  hom« 
 
 2  5xalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
 
 The  sin-atoning  Lamb; 
 Redemption  by  his   blood 
 
 Through  all  the  world  proclaim, 
 ^he  year,  &,c. 
 
 3  [  iTe,  who  have  sold  for  naught 
 
 The  heritage  above, 
 Siall  have  it  back  unbought. 
 
 The  gift  of  Jesus'  love. 
 Tne  year,  &c.] 
 
 4  Yc  slaves  of  sin  and  hell. 
 
 Your  liberty  receive : 
 And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
 
 And  blest  in  Jesus  live. 
 The  year,  &c. 
 
 5  The   gospel-trumpet  hear, 
 
 Tie-  news  of  pard'ning  grace; 
 Ye  hi^ppy  souls,  draw  near, 
 
 Bel  )ld  your  Saviour's  face 
 The  )  :ar,  &c 
 
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 8  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
 Has  lull  atonement  made; 
 
 Ye  weary  spirits,  rest; 
 
 Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad 
 
 The  year,  «Stc. 
 
 IS.     The  love  of  Jesus. 
 CA  Welcli  8ong  from  the  Chrlatian  Lyre.] 
 
 THERE'S  a  friend  above  all  othera, 
 Oh,  how  he  loves! 
 his  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
 
 Oh,  how  he  loves! 
 Earthly  friends  may  fail  and  leave  us, 
 This  day  kind,  the  next  bereave  us, 
 But  this  friend  will  ne'er  deceive  us, 
 
 Oh,  how  he  loves! 
 3  Blessed  Jesus!  would'st  thou  know  him! 
 
 Oh,  how  he  loves! 
 Give  thyself  e'en  this  day  to  him. 
 
 Oh,  how  he  loves! 
 Is  it  sin  that  pains  and  grives  thee. 
 Unbelief  and  trials  tease  thee? 
 Jesus  can  from  all  release  thee, 
 
 Oh,  how  he  loves! 
 
 3  Love  this  friend  who  longs  to  save  theft. 
 
 Oh,  how  he  loves! 
 Dost  thou  love?  he  will  not  leave  thee, 
 
 Oh,  how  he  loves' 
 Think  no  more  then  ol  to-morrow, 
 Take  his  easy  yoke  and  follow, 
 Jesus  carries  all  thy  son  )ws, 
 
 O  how  he  loves! 
 
 4  All  thy  sins  shall  be  forgiven, 
 
 Oh,  how  he  loves! 
 Backward  aU  thy  foes  be  driven. 
 Oh,  how  he  loves? 
 
254  SPIKITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Best  of  blessings  he'll  provide  thee. 
 Nought  but  good  shall  e'er  betide  thet, 
 Safe  to  glory  he  will  guide  thee, 
 
 Oh, .  how  he  loves ! 
 6  Pause,  my  soul!  adore  and  wonder, 
 
 Oh,  how  he  loves! 
 Nought  can  cleave  this  love  asunder, 
 
 Oh,  how  he  loves! 
 Neither  trial,  nor  temptation, 
 Doubt,  nor  fear,  nor  tribulation, 
 Can  bereae  us  of  salvation; 
 
 Oh,  Ixow  he  loves! 
 *  Let  u«  «till  this  love  be  viewing. 
 
 Oh,  how  he  loves! 
 And  though  faint  keep  on  pursuing, 
 
 Oh,  how  he  loves! 
 He  will  strengthen  each  endeavour. 
 And  when  passed  o'er  Jordan's  river, 
 This  shall  be  our  song  for  ever, 
 
 Oh,  how  he  loves! 
 
 19.     Faithful. 
 
 I'LL  try  to  prove  faithful, 
 I'll  try  to  prove  faithful, 
 I'll  try  to  prove  faithful,  faithful,  faithfol, 
 Till  we  all  shall  meet  above. 
 
 2  O,  let  ufl  prove  faithful, 
 O,  let  UB  prove  faithful, 
 
 O,  let  us  prove  faithful,  faithful,  faithful. 
 Till  we  all  shall  meet  above. 
 
 3  We  mean  to  he  faiihf  j1. 
 We  mean  to  be  faith  ul, 
 
 We  mean  U)  be  faiib  ul,  faithful,  faithfol, 
 Till  we  all  shall  mf  -t  above. 
 
 4  There'll  be  no  more  sinning, 
 There'll  be  no  more  sinning, 
 
 There'll  be  no  more  sinning,  sinning,  fioninf 
 When  we  all  shall  meet  above. 
 I  There'll  be  no  more  sorrow, 
 Thare'U  be  no  more  r^rrow, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  25." 
 
 There'll  be  no  more  sorrow,  sorrow,  sorrow, 
 
 When  we  all  shall  meot  above. 
 
 There  we  shall  see  Jesus, 
 
 There  we  sliall  see  Jesus, 
 
 There  we  shall  fee  Jesus,  Jesus,  JeBue, 
 
 When  we  all  ebill  meet  above. 
 
 There  we  Fhall  sing  praises, 
 
 There  we  sliall  sing  praises. 
 
 There  we  shall  sing  praises,  praises,  praise*. 
 
 When  we  all  shall  meet  above. 
 
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 BRETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  ^j«re. 
 Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  feai 
 Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  friend. 
 One  that  loves  us  to  the  end. 
 Forward  then  with  courage  go ; 
 Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below; 
 Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
 'Child,  your  Fatlier  calls — conic  homei 
 
 In  the  way  a  thousand  snares 
 
 Lie  to  take  us  unawares; 
 
 Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
 
 Watches  each  unguarded  part; 
 
 But  from  Satan's  malice  free 
 
 Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be ; 
 
 Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
 
 '  Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home  '* 
 
 But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet. 
 
 None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet. 
 
 None  betray  us  into  sin, 
 
 Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within : 
 
 But  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace 
 
 Christ  will  also  conquer  these; 
 
 Then  the  ioylul  news  will  come, 
 
 '  Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home  ' 
 
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 Jones.]     21.     8,  7. 
 The  antepast  of  heaven 
 
 BRIGHT  scenes  of  glory  strme  m 
 And  all  my  passions  capture  ; 
 Eternal  beauties  round  nie  sliine, 
 
 Infusing  warmest  rapture ; 
 I  dive  in  pleasures  deep  and  full. 
 
 In  swelling  waves  of  glory, 
 And  feel  my  Saviour  in  my  soul, 
 And  groan  to  tell  my  story. 
 
 2  I  feast  on  honey,  milk  and  wine ; 
 
 I  drink  perpetual  sweetness  ; 
 Mount  Zion's  glories  througli  me  shme 
 
 Wliile  Christ  unfolds  his  greatness. 
 No  mortal  tongue  can  show  my  joys, 
 
 Nor  can  an  angel  tell  them. 
 Ten  thousand  times  surpassing  all 
 
 Terrestrial  worlds  or  emblems. 
 
 3  My  captivated  spirits  fly 
 
 Through  shniing  worlds  of  beauty 
 Dissolv'd  in  blushes,  loud  I  cry, 
 
 In  praises  sweet  and  mighty : 
 And  here  I'll  sing  and  swell  the  stram 
 
 Of  harmony  delighted, 
 And  with  the  millions,  learn  the  notes 
 
 Of  saints  in   Christ  united. 
 
 4  The  bliss  that  rolls  through  those   above 
 
 Through  those  in  glory  seated, 
 Which  causes  them  loud  songs  to  sing. 
 
 Ten  thousand  times  repeated. 
 Darts  through  my  soul  witli  radiant  beams 
 
 Constraining  loudest  praises, 
 O'erwhelming  all  my  jx)wers  with  joy, 
 
 While  all  within  me  blazes. 
 ft  When  earth  and  seas  shall  be  no  more. 
 
 And  all  their  glory  perish  • 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS  2^ 
 
 When  sun  and  moon  shall  cease  U\  shim 
 And  stars  at  midnight  languish; 
 
 My  joys  rctin'd  shall  brighter  shine, 
 Moimt  heaven's  radiant  glory, 
 
 And  tell,  through  one  eternal  da>, 
 Love's  all-immortal  story. 
 
 22.     7,6. 
 
 BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  »jv    Vui^ 
 To  my  raptur'd  vision 
 All  til'  extatic  joys  that  spring 
 
 Round  the  bright  elysium  : 
 Lo !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes ; 
 Break,  ye  intervening  skies ; 
 SoH  of  righteousness,  arise  I 
 Open  the  gates  of  paradise  ! 
 Floods  of  everlasting  light 
 
 Freely  flash  before  him; 
 Myriads,  with  supreme  delight. 
 
 Instantly  adore  him  ; 
 Trumps  angelic  soimd  his  fame ; 
 Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
 AH  the  music  of  his  name ; 
 Heaven  shall  echo  with  the  theme 
 Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 
 
 From  their  princely  station. 
 Shout  his  glorious  victories, 
 
 Sing  the  great  salvation, 
 Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne 
 Cry,  in  reverential  tone. 
 Glory  be  to  God  alone. 
 Holy,  Holy,  Holy  One! 
 Hark !  the  thrilling  symphonies 
 
 Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us; 
 loin  we  too  the  holy  lays, 
 
 Jesus !  Jesus  !  Jesus ! 
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^05  SPIRITUAL  SOJNGb. 
 
 Sweetest  sound  in  Seraph's  song. 
 Sweetest  notes  on  mortal  tongue. 
 Sweetest  carol  ever  sung, 
 Jesus  I  Jesus  I — flows  along. 
 
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 (CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King 
 ■''  As  yc  journey,  sweetly  sing ; 
 Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
 Glorious  in  iiis  works  and  ways. 
 
 2  Ye  uic  travelling  home  to  God, 
 In  the  way  the  lathers  trod ; 
 They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
 Soon  tlieir  happiness  shall  see. 
 
 3  O,  ye  banish'd  seed,  be  glad, 
 Christ  our  advocate  is  made; 
 Us  to  save  our  flesh  assumes. 
 Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 
 
 4  Shout,  ye  little  flock  and  blest, 
 You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
 There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd, 
 There  your  kingdom  and  reward 
 
 5  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
 On  the  borders  of  your  land ; 
 Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
 Bids  you  undismay'd  go  on. 
 
 6  Lord !  submissive  make  us  go, 
 Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
 Only  thou  our  leader  be. 
 And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 
 
 24.     To  the  Blessed  Spirit, 
 
 HOLY  Ghost,  disj)el  our  sadness, 
 Pierce  the  clouds  of  sinful  night. 
 Come,  thou  source  of  sweetest  gladnest 
 Bmathe  thv  life,  and  spread  thy  light! 
 
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 Loving  Spirit,  God  of  peace, 
 Great  distributor  of  grace. 
 Rest  upon  this  congregation! 
 Hear,  O  hear  our  supplication. 
 From  that  height  which  knows  no  measurft 
 
 As  a  gracious  shower  descend: 
 Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 
 jMan  can  wish,  or  God  can  send. 
 O  thou  Glory,  shining  down 
 From  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
 Grant  us  thy  illumination! 
 Rest  upon  this  congregation. 
 Come,  thou  best  of  all  donations, 
 God  can  give,  or  we  implore; 
 Having  thy  sweet  consolations, 
 We  need  wish  for  nothing  more: 
 Come,  with  unction  and  with  power, 
 On  our  souls  thy  graces  shower; 
 Author  of  the  new  creation, 
 Make  our  hearts  thy  habitation. 
 Manifest  thy  love  for  ever. 
 
 Fence  us  in  on  every  side, 
 In  distress  be  our  reliever; 
 
 Guard  and  teach,  support  and  guide. 
 
 Let  thy  kind,  efiectual  grace 
 
 Turn  our  feet  from  evil  ways; 
 
 Show  thyself  our  new  Creator, 
 
 And  conform  us  to  thy  nature. 
 
 Be  our  friend,  on  each  occasion; 
 
 God,  omnipotent  to  save! 
 When  we  die,  be  our  salvation; 
 When  we're  buried,  be  our  grave; 
 And,  when  from  the  grave  we  lim 
 Take  us  up  above  the  skies; 
 Seat  us  with  thy  saints  in  gloiy^ 
 There  for  ever  to  adore  Thee. 
 
tOi)  SPIRITUAL  SONGS 
 
 •15. 
 
 COME,    all    ye  weary  pilgrimb,  who   see 
 your  need  of  Christ, 
 Surrounded  by  temptations,  and  by  the  world 
 
 despis'd, 
 Attend  to  what  I  tell  you,  my  exercioe  I'll 
 
 show, 
 And  then    you    may  inform  me  if  it  be  so 
 with  you. 
 
 2  Long    time    I    liv'd    in  darkness,    nor  saw 
 
 my  dangerous  state, 
 And  when    I  was    awaken'd,    I    thought  it 
 
 was  too  late ; 
 A  lost  and  helpless  sinner,  myself  I  plainly 
 
 saw. 
 Exposed  to  God's  displeasure,  condemned  by 
 
 his  law. 
 
 3  I    thought    the    brute    creation  were    bettei 
 
 off  than  me  ; 
 I  spent  my  days    in    anguish,    no    pleasure 
 
 could  I  see ; 
 Thro'  deep  distress  and  sorrow  my  Saviour 
 
 led  me  on, 
 Reveal'd  to  me    his    love,    when    my  hopes 
 
 were  almost  gone. 
 
 4  When  first  I  was  dcliver'd,  I  scarcely  could 
 
 believe 
 That  I,  so  vile  a  sinner,  such  favoiu-s  should 
 
 receive ; 
 Although    his    solemn  praises  were  flowing 
 
 from  my  tongue. 
 Yet    fears    were    oft    injected,    that    still    I 
 
 might  be  wrong. 
 
 5  But    soon    those    fears    were    banish'd,    and 
 
 tears  began  to  flow, 
 To    tliink    so  vile    a    sinner    should  be    be 
 loved  so  I 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  261 
 
 I  thought  my  trials  over,  and  all  my  troubles 
 
 gone  ; 
 Tliat  joy,  and  peace,    and    pleasure,    should 
 
 be  «ny  lot  alone. 
 
 6  But    now    I    find    a    warfare,    which    ofter 
 
 brings  me  low, 
 The  world,    the    flesh,    and    Satan,   they  dc 
 
 beset  me  so. 
 Can  one,  who    is    a  Christian,  have  such  a 
 
 heart  as  mine? 
 I  fear  1  never  felt  the  effects  of  love  divme 
 
 7  When  I  beliold    young  converts,  how  swift 
 
 they  travel  on ; 
 How  shining  their  examples,    their  witness 
 
 like  the  sun. 
 How  bold    they  speak   for  Jesus,  how    dear 
 
 tliey  love  his  name ; 
 Though    they  are  my  delight,    yet  they  fill 
 
 my  soul  with  shame. 
 
 8  I  often  find  I  am  backward  to  do  my  Mas 
 
 tcr's  will, 
 Or  else  I  want  the  glory  of  what  I  do  fulfil , 
 In  duty  I  am  weak,  and  alas  I  I  often  find 
 A    hard,    deceitful    heart,    and    a    wretchtrd 
 
 wandering  mind. 
 
 9  Sure    others    do  not    feci  what    is  often  ffeli 
 
 by  me; 
 Such  trials    and    temptations    perhaps    they 
 
 never  see ; 
 For  I'm  the  chief  of  sinners,    I  freely  a»wn 
 
 with  Paul, 
 Or  if  I  am  a  saint,  I  am  the  least  of  all. 
 to  And  now  I  have  related  what  trials  I  have 
 
 Seen, 
 Perhaps  my  brethren  know  what  such  sor* 
 
 temptations  mean ; 
 
m  SPIRIT  I  AL  SOiNGS. 
 
 I've  told    you    of   my  conflicts,  believe    nn 
 
 friend,  'tis  true, 
 And  now  you  may  inform  me,  if  it  be  thuf 
 
 witli  you. 
 
 26. 
 
 COME,    all    you  who    ever    have    rncrc- 
 obtain'd. 
 The  hopes  of  salvation  and  pardon  regain'd ; 
 Come,  and  join    in    an    anthem,  let  praise? 
 
 resound, 
 A.nd    tell    all    around    you,    what    treasures' 
 you've  found. 
 
 •  When  sin,  like  a  mountain  of  guilt  and  c  ' 
 
 weight. 
 My  soul  fill'd  witli  horror,  to  view  her  sad 
 
 state  ; 
 On  the  banks  of  destruction,  bewailing  Utj 
 
 case. 
 No  hopes  of  obtaining  the  favours  of  grace 
 
 3  Alone  in  the  valley  I  roll'd  in  despair, 
 Where  no  mortal    being    my  sorrows  could 
 
 hear  ; 
 Like  a  wretch  in  destruction,  to  horror  con 
 
 sign'd. 
 No  hopes  tliat  I  ever  my  Saviour  could  find  : 
 
 4  When  deeply  bewaihng,  quite    lost  and  un 
 
 done. 
 To  think  what  a  distance  from  God  I  had  run 
 Whose    mercy  prose  rv'd    me,    and  kept  me 
 
 from  hell, 
 Behold,  what  a  wondo    no  mortal  can  tell ! 
 
 5  When  crying  for  mercy   all  prostrate  in  dusff 
 If  damn'd,  I  must  own  that  the  sentence  i» 
 
 ju.«U 
 
SPIRITUAL  SO.NGS  2tft 
 
 Till  a  voice  bids  me   hearken,    my  sorrowB 
 
 to  cease, 
 *Thy  sins  are  forgi.'en  ;  arise,  go  in  peace.' 
 ti  Like  a  captive  deliver'd   from    bondage  and 
 
 pain. 
 Who  long  in  a  dmigeon  of  darkness  had  lain 
 Whilst  tlie  woods  aiid  the  valleys  with  praises 
 
 did   ring, 
 All  glory  to  Jesus,  my  Priest  and  my  King. 
 
 7  Adieu  to  the  world  and  its  foolish  delights ; 
 No  longer  your  pleasure  my  passion  invites ; 
 No,  I'll  follow  my  Jesus,  who  freedom  can 
 
 give, 
 I  am  bound  for  to  praise  him  as  long  as  I 
 live. 
 
 8  When  time  rolls  around,  and  eternity's  near ; 
 When  Gabriel's  loud  voice    like    a   trumpet 
 
 you  hear ; 
 When  the  saints  and  the  angels  all  join  for 
 
 to  sing. 
 With  loud  hallelujahs  we'll  make  heaven  ring. 
 
 Sweet  Home, 
 
 AN  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
 I  wandered  through  earth,  its  gay  pleasura« 
 to  trace, 
 In  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam, 
 UDmindful,  alas!  that  it  led  me  from  home. 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
 O  Saiaour!  direct  me  to  heaven,  my  home 
 
 1  The  pleasures  of  earth,  I  have  seen  fade  away, 
 They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay. 
 But  pleasures  more  lastmg,  in  Jesus  are  given, 
 
t64  SPIRITTJAL  SONGS. 
 
 Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heareii 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 
 The    Baints   in   those   mansions  are   ever  «( 
 home. 
 
 i  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  channa! 
 The  Saviour  invites  me,  ril  go  to  his  arms; 
 At    the    banquet    of  mercy,    I    hear    there    ui 
 room, 
 
 0  there    may    I    feast    with    his    children    at 
 
 home! 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
 O  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven,  my  home 
 
 4  Farewell  vain  amusements,  my  follies  adieu, 
 While  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  glory  I  view; 
 
 1  feast    on    the    pleasures   that    flow   from    hia 
 
 throne. 
 The    foretaste    of   heaven,    sweet    heaven,    my 
 home. 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
 O    when    shall    I    share    the    fruition    of 
 home! 
 
 i   Fhe  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 
 
 The  time  is  approaching,  when  Jesus  will  say, 
 *Well    done,  faithful    servant,  sit    down    on    my 
 
 throne. 
 And  dwell  in  my  presence  for  ever  at  home.' 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
 O    there    I    shall    rest  with  the    Saviour    al 
 home 
 
 i  Affliction,  and  sorrow,  and  death  shall  be  o'er, 
 TTie  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more; 
 There  loud  halleluiahs  fill  heaven's  high  dome, 
 Tkey  dwell  with  the  Saviour  for  ever  at  homa 
 
SPIRITUAL  JSOSGS.  266 
 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  homo, 
 They  dwell  with    the    Saviour   for   over   il 
 home. 
 
 28 
 
 Vie  Saint's  Sweet  Home. 
 
 'll/rrD  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  eom- 
 IVl     plaints, 
 How  sweet   to   my    soul   is   communion  with 
 
 saints, 
 To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
 And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 
 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 
 
 Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 
 
 ■  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace ! 
 And  thrice   precious  Jesus,  whose    love   cannot 
 
 Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roara, 
 I  long  to  behold  thee,  in  glory  at  home. 
 
 8  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free. 
 Which   hinders  my  joy  and   communion  with 
 
 thee; 
 Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may 
 
 foam. 
 All,  all  will  Ve  peace,  when  Vm  with  thee   at 
 
 home. 
 
 i  While  here  m  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
 O  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  di^ 
 In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come. 
 Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 
 
106  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 i  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  O  give  me  tliy  g.-ace 
 The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face 
 indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne 
 And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 
 
 i  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shiii«, 
 No  more  as  an  exile,  in  sorrow  to  pine. 
 And  in  thy  dear  image,  arise  from  the  tomb. 
 With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee,  at  Home 
 Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
 Receive  me,  dear  Saviour,  in  glory,  my  Iioms 
 
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 l^OME  and  taste,  along  with  me, 
 *-^  Consolation  running  free, 
 From  our  Father's  gracious  throne, 
 Sweeter  than  the  honey-comb. 
 
 2  Wherefore  should  I  feast  alone  ? 
 Mourning  souls  there  yet  is  ra^m 
 Converts  ever  coming  will 
 Make  the  banquet  sweeter  stUi 
 
 3  Now  I  go  to  heaven's  door 
 Asking  for  a  little  more ; 
 Jesus  gives  a  double  share; 
 Still  I  am  a  gleaner  there. 
 
 4  My  old  nature  doth  its  best 
 To  deprive  my  soul  of  rest ; 
 But  I've  treasures  coming  in, 
 Which  are  opposite  to  sin. 
 
 5  Sinful  nature,  prone  to  vice, 
 Cannot  stop  the  force  of  grace 
 While  there  is  a  God  to  givtj. 
 And  poor  sinners  to  receive. 
 
 6  Goodness,  running  like  a  stream 
 Through  the  new  J  ;rusalem 
 
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 Doth,  by  constant  breaking-  forth, 
 Sweeten  earth  and   heaven  both. 
 Saints  in  glory  sing  aloud 
 In  the  praises  of  their  God  ; 
 We,  who  sing  in  faith  below. 
 Soon  to  glory  too  shall  go. 
 Heaven  's  here,  and  heaven  's  there. 
 Comforts  flowing  everywhere ; 
 From  our  Fatiter's  gracious  throne 
 Through  the  merits  of  his  Son. 
 Now  I  go  rejoicing  home, 
 From  the  banquet  of  perfume  ; 
 Finding  manna  on  the  road. 
 Dropping  from  the  mount  of  God 
 
 30. 
 
 COME  away  to  the  skies, 
 My  beloved  arise, 
 And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  wast  born| 
 
 On  this   festival  day. 
 
 Come  exulting  away, 
 And  with  singing  to  Zion  return. 
 
 We  have  laid  up  our  love, 
 
 And  treasure  above. 
 Though  our  bodies  continue  below ; 
 
 The  redecm'd  of  the  Lord, 
 
 We  remember  his  word, 
 And  with  singing  to  Paradise  go. 
 
 For  thy  glory,  we  are 
 
 Created  to  share, 
 Both  the  nature  and  kingdom  divine; 
 
 Created  again, 
 
 That  our  souls  may  remain. 
 In  time  and  eternity,  thine. 
 
308  SPIRITUAL  SONG& 
 
 4  With  thanks  we  approve 
 The  design  of  tky  love, 
 
 Which  hulli  join'd  us  in  Jesus*s  name 
 
 So  united  in  heart, 
 
 That  we  never  ean  part. 
 Till  we  meet  at  the  feast  of  the  Lamb 
 
 5  TJiere,  there  at  his  feet, 
 We  shall  joyfully  meet. 
 
 And  be  parted  in  body  no  more ; 
 We  shall  sing  to  our  lyres, 
 With  the  heavenly  choirs. 
 
 And  our  Saviour  in  glory  adore. 
 
 6  Hallelujah  we  sing, 
 
 To  our  Father  and  King, 
 And  his  rapturous  praises  repeat; 
 
 To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain. 
 
 Hallelujah  again ; 
 Sing,  all  heaven,  and  fall  at  his  feet 
 ^       In  assurance  I  hope. 
 
 We  to  Jesus  look  up, 
 Till  his  banner,  unfurl'd  in  the  air. 
 
 From  our  graves  we  shall  sec. 
 
 And  cry  out,  '  it  is  he,' 
 And  fly  up  to  acknowledge  him  there. 
 
 31. 
 
 COME,  brethren,    and    sisters,    tliat   lovt 
 my  dear  Lord, 
 I  pray  give  attention  and  ear  to  my  word ; 
 What  a  wonder  of  mercy  I  behold  now,  and 
 
 see 
 What  a  tender,  kind   Saviour  has  promised 
 to  me. 
 3  1  was  led  by  the  devil,  till  lost  and  distrcss'd, 
 I  thought  that  in  torment  I  suon  should  be 
 cast: 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  269 
 
 No  pence  to  tlic  wicked,  but  all  misery, 
 Till    by  faitli    1    saw  Jesus   hang    bleeding 
 for  me. 
 
 3  *  O  sinners,'  said  Jesus, '  for  you  I  have  died! 
 All  glory  to  Jesus,  my  soul  then  replied ; 
 The  guilt  was  remov'd,  my  soul  did  rejoice» 
 Tlie  blood  was  applied,  the  witnessing  voice 
 
 4  On  my  bended  knees,  before  God  I  did  fall ; 
 All  glory  to  Jesus,  for  he 's  all  in  all ! 
 The  heart  of  this  rebel  was  bursted  in  twain, 
 To  see  my  dear  Jesus  on  Calvary  slain. 
 
 5  There  was  peace  now  in  heaven,  and  peace 
 
 upon  earth ; 
 The  angels  rejoice  at  a  poor  sinner's  birth : 
 '  Your  sins  are  forgiven,'  my  Saviour  did  say, 
 O,  witness,  kind  heaven,  on    this    my  birth 
 
 day. 
 
 6  My  soul,  it  was  humbled,  I  fell  to  the  ground 
 The    time    of  refreshing,   at   length   I  have 
 
 found : 
 O    Lord,    thou    hast    ravish'd  my  soul  with 
 
 thy  charms; 
 Let  me  die,  like  old  Simeon,  with  Christ  in 
 
 mv  arms. 
 
 32.     Panting  fur  Heaven. 
 
 TTE  angels,  who  stand  round  the  throne, 
 JL     And  view  my  Immanuel's  face, 
 (n  rapturous  songs  make  hira  known, 
 
 Tune,  tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise. 
 He  form'd  you  the  spirits  you  are, 
 
 So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good; 
 When  others  sunk  down  in  despair^ 
 
 Confirm'd  by  his  power,  ye  stood. 
 
 Ye  saints,  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 
 And  cast  yovur  bright  crowns  at  his  feet. 
 
Z70  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 His  grace  and  his  glory  display, 
 And  all  his  rich  mercy  repeat: 
 
 He  snatch'd  you  from  hell  and  the  grave-  ^ 
 He  ransora'd  from  death  and  despair: 
 
 For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, 
 Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 
 
 d  Oh,  when  will  the  period  appear, 
 
 When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song! 
 I'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 
 
 And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong! 
 I'm  fettered  and  chain'd  up  in  clay; 
 
 I  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free; 
 I  long  to  be  soaring  away, 
 
 My  God  and  my  Saviour  to  see! 
 
 4  I  want  to  put  on  my  attire, 
 
 Wash'd  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb, 
 I  want  to  be  one  of  your  choir, 
 
 And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name; 
 I  want — Oh,  I  want  to  be  there, 
 
 Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu — 
 Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share — 
 
 To  wonder,  and  worship  with  you! 
 
 R0BINS017.]     32.     Second  Part.     8's.  7'a    !'§ 
 Psalm  xlviii.  14. 
 
 GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah! 
 Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land: 
 I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 
 Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand: 
 
 Bread  of  heaven, 
 Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 
 
8PIRITUAL  SONGS.  11  \ 
 
 Open  thou  the  crystal  fountain, 
 
 Whence  the  heahng  streauns  do  flow; 
 
 Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar, 
 
 Lead  me  all  my  journey  through: 
 
 Strong  Deliverer, 
 Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 
 
 Feed  me  with  the  heavenly  manna, 
 
 In  this  barren  wilderness; 
 Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  banner, 
 
 Be  my  robe  of  righteousness: 
 Fight  and  conquer 
 
 All  my  foes  by  sovereign  grace. 
 
 When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
 
 Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside: 
 Death  of  deaths,  and  hell's  destruction. 
 
 Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side: 
 Songs  of  praises 
 
 I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 
 
 33. 
 
 COME  children  of  heaven,  and  help  us  to 
 sing 
 Loud   anthems   and   praises,    to   Jesus    our 
 
 King; 
 His  life,  it  was  given,  our  souls  to  redeem, 
 And  bring  us  to  heaven  to  dwell  there  with 
 him. 
 
 Not  angels  in  glory,  nor  cherubs  above, 
 Can  fathom  the  fountain  of  infinite  love ; 
 llieir  wisdom  can't  search  it,  they  cannot  tcii 
 
 why 
 The   sovereign  of  angels  for   Binnen   should 
 
 die. 
 
372  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 3  In  the  regions  of  darkness,  death,  sorrow, 
 
 and  pains, 
 We  all  lay  in  ruin,  in  prison,  and  chains ; 
 But  Jesus  has  bought  us  with  his  precioufl 
 
 blood, 
 'Tis  a  ransom  provided  to  bring  us  to  God, 
 
 4  Wliy,    then,    should  we  wish    to    stay  here 
 below, 
 When  rivers  of  pleasure  in  Paradise  flow. 
 Eternally  streaming  in  exquisite  bliss. 
 And  still  we  are  feeling  our  joy  to  increase  ? 
 
 /J  Then    come,    my    dear    brethen,    count    all 
 
 things  but  loss  ; 
 Your  treasure's  in  heaven,  don't  shrink  from 
 
 tlie  cross : 
 Ye  fav'rites  of  heaven,  dear  lambs  of  the  fold, 
 Tho'  devils  surround    you,    be    faithful  and 
 
 bold. 
 
 6  Consider  the  dangers  that  lie  in  your  way, 
 What   snares    and    temptations    in  this  evil 
 
 day  ; 
 But  this  we  must  suffer,  and  patient  endure, 
 Till  Jesus  shall  take  us  where  dangers  are 
 
 o'er. 
 
 7  Then  with    him    in    glory  we    shortly  shall 
 
 reign, 
 Deliver'd  from  sorrows,  temptation  and  pain  ; 
 To  join  with  the  angels  and  spirits  divine. 
 In  Jesus'  image  eternally  shine. 
 
 8  These  thoughts  make  me  happy,  his   gruc4 
 
 makes  me   sing. 
 All  glory  to  Jesus,  my  Saviour  and  Kin^ 
 All  glory,  all  glory  to  Jesus  on  high, 
 All  glory   all  glory,  let  all  the  saints  cry 
 
SPIRITUAL  SOjNGS.  27a 
 
 34. 
 
 COME,  friends    and   relatior^,    let  'b     oin 
 heart  and  hand, 
 The  voice  of  the  turtle  is  heard  in  our  I:ind 
 Let's  all  walk  tog-ether  and  follow  the  sound. 
 And  march  to  the   place  where    redeniptior 
 
 is  found. 
 3  The  place  it  is  hidden,  the  place  is  concc  il'd 
 The  place  it  is  hidden,  until  'tis  reveil'd; 
 The  place  is  in  Jesus,  to  Jesus  we'll  jro, 
 And  there  find  redemption  from  sorrow  and 
 
 woe. 
 
 3  The  place  it  is  hidden,  by  reason  of  sin, 
 
 Alas,  you  can't  see  the  sad  state  you  are  in 
 
 You're  blinded,  polluted,  in  prison  and  pain 
 
 U,  how  can  such  rebels  redemption  obtain 
 
 »  And  as  you  are  wounded  and  bruised  by  the 
 
 fall, 
 '  Arise  and  depart  ye,'  for  you  he  doth  call 
 And  if  you  are  tempted  to  doubt  or  despair 
 Then    come   home   to  Jesus,  redemption  is 
 
 there. 
 5  And   you   my  dear  brethren,  that   love   my 
 
 dear  Lord, 
 Who've  witness'd  free  pardon  by  faith  in  his 
 
 word, 
 Let  patience  attend  you,  wherever  you  be; 
 Your  Saviour  has  purchas'd  redemption  for 
 
 thee, 
 i  And  when  the   archangel  the  trumpet  sha) 
 
 sound. 
 And  wake  all  the  dead  that  sleep  under  the 
 
 ground. 
 The    sound    of  that   trumpet  will   bid   f%m 
 
 arise, 
 To    meet    your    redemption   with    love    and 
 
 surprise. 
 
 18 
 
Z74  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 7  O  I  tlicn  loving  Jesus  our  souls  will  receive, 
 From  bonds  of  corruption  our  bodies  relieve 
 Then  we   shall   be  perfect,  and  we  shall  be 
 
 free; 
 We'll  sing  of  redemption  wherever  we  be. 
 a  Redeemed    from    sin,   and    redeemed    from 
 
 death, 
 Redeem'd    from   corruption,    redeem'd    from 
 
 the  earth, 
 Redeem'd    from   damnation,   redeem'd    from 
 
 all  woe. 
 We  '11  sing  of  redemption  wherever  we  go 
 y  Redeemed  from  sin,  and  redeem'd  from  dis- 
 
 distress, 
 The    fruits    of  redemption    no    tongue   can 
 
 express  : 
 Redemption  be  ascribed  to  Jesus's  love ; 
 We  '11   sing   of  redemption   in   the   heaven? 
 
 above. 
 
 35 
 
 C'^OME,  Lord,  and  nelp  us  to  rejoice, 
 ^   In  hope  that  we  shall  hear  thy  voicfc. 
 Shall  one  day  see  our  God, 
 Shall  cease  from  all  our  painful  strife, 
 Handle  and  taste  the  Word  of  Life, 
 And  feel  the  sprinkled  blood. 
 2  Let  us  not  always  make  our  moan. 
 Nor  worship  thee  a  God  unknown ; 
 
 But  let  us  Hve  to  prove 
 Thy  people's  rest,  thy  saints'  delight. 
 The    length,    and    breadth,   and    deptli,  ami 
 height, 
 Of  thy  redeeming  love. 
 Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope. 
 Wo  stand,  and  from  the  mountain  top 
 See  all  the  land  oelow : 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  275 
 
 Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise. 
 And  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise 
 
 In  endless  plenty  grow. 
 I  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
 Favor'd  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 
 
 With  every  blessing^  hlest ; 
 There  dwells  the  Lord,  our  righteousnest, 
 And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace 
 
 And  everlasting-  rest. 
 
 5  O,  when  shall  we  at  once  go  up, 
 Nor  this  side  Jordan  longer  stop. 
 
 But  the  good  land  possess  ? 
 When  shall  we  end  our  legal  years, 
 Our  sorrows,  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears 
 
 A  howling  wilderness  ? 
 
 6  O,  dearest  Joshua !  bring  us  in  : 
 Display  thy  grace,  forgive  our  sin, 
 
 Our  unbelief  remove  ;    • 
 The  heavenly  Canaan,  Lord,  divide, 
 Ajid  O,  with  all  tlie  sanctified. 
 
 Give  us  a  lot  above. 
 
 Newton.]     36.     7's. 
 Ask  what  I  shall  give  thee.     1  Kings  iii.  5 
 
 COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
 Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer ; 
 He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray. 
 Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 
 
 2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
 Large  petitions  with  thee  bring  ; 
 For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
 None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 
 
 3  With  my  burden  I  begin  ; 
 Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin ; 
 Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
 Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt 
 
I  sriKITUAL  SONGS 
 
 Lord.  I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 
 
 Take  possession  of  my  breast, 
 
 There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
 
 And  without  a  rival  reign. 
 
 As  the  ininge  in  the  glass 
 
 Answers  the  beholder's  face; 
 
 Thus  unto  my  heart  appear, 
 
 Print  thine  own  resemblance  there. 
 
 While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
 
 Lfa  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer; 
 
 As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
 
 Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 
 
 8how  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
 
 Every  hour  my  strength  renew 
 
 Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 
 
 Let  me  live  thy  people's  death. 
 
 37.     Prisoners  of  Hope. 
 
 PRISONERS  of  hope,  lift  up  your  head* 
 The  day  of  liberty  draws  near! 
 Jesus,  who  on  the  serpent  treads. 
 
 Shall  soon  in  your  behalf  appear: 
 The  Lord  will  to  his  temple  come; 
 Prepare  your  hearts  to  make  him  room. 
 Ye  all  shall  find,  who  in  his  word 
 
 Himself  hath  caused  to  put  your  tnist, 
 The  Father  of  our  dying  Lord 
 
 Is  ever  to  his  promise  just; 
 Faithful,  if  we  our  sins  confess, 
 To  cleanse  from  all  unrighteousness. 
 Yes,  Lord,  we  must  believe  thee  kind 
 
 Thou  never  canst  unfaithful  prove 
 Purely  we  shall  thy  mercy  find: 
 
 Who  ask,  shall  all  receive  thy   ova 
 Nor  canst  thou  it  to  me  deny 
 I  ask,  the  chief  of  sinners  I 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  27? 
 
 i  O  ye  of  fearful  hearts,  be  strong! 
 
 Your  downcast  eyes  and  hands  lift  up. 
 Yc  shall  not  be  forgotten  long: 
 
 Hope  to  the  end,  in  Jesus  hope . 
 Tell  him,  ye  wait  his  grace  to  prove; 
 And  cannot  fail  if  God  is  love ! 
 
 5  Prisoners  of  hope,  be  strong,  be  bold; 
 
 Cast  off  your  doubUs,  disdain  to  fear: 
 Dare  to  believe!  on   (Christ  lay   hold! 
 
 Wrestle  with  Christ,  in  mighty  prayer; 
 Tell  him,  'We  will  not  let  thee  go, 
 Till  we  thy  name,  thy    nature  know.' 
 
 6  Hast  thou  not  died  to  purge  our  sin. 
 
 And  rose,  thy  death  for  us  to  plead? 
 To  write  thy  law  of  love  within 
 
 Our  hearts,  and  make  us  •free  indeed? 
 That  we  our  Eden  might  regain, 
 Thou  died'st,  and  could'st  not  die  in  vain. 
 "  Lord,  we  believe,  and  wait  the  hour, 
 
 Which  all  thy  great  salvation  brings; 
 The  Spirit  of  love,  and  health,  and  power. 
 
 Shall  come,  and  make  us  j)rie.sts  and  kings, 
 Thou  wilt  perform  thy  faithful  word. 
 The  servant  shall  be  as  his  Lord.' 
 
 8  The  promise  stands  for  ever  sure. 
 
 And  we  shall  in  thine  image  shine. 
 
 Partakers  of  a  nature  pure, 
 Holy,  anijeiical,  divine; 
 
 In  spirit  joiii'd  to  thee,  the  Son, 
 
 As  thou  art  with  thy  Father  one 
 
 New^tox.]     38.     6's.  5's.     Gen.  xxii.  8. 
 
 THOUGH  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright, 
 Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  ali 
 unite — 
 
278  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Yet  one  tiling  secures  us,  whatever  betide, 
 The  Scripture  assures  us,  the  Lord  will  provide. 
 t  The  birds,  without  bam  or  storehouse,  are  fed  : 
 From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our  bread; 
 His  saints,  what  are  fitting,  shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
 So  long  as  'tis  written,  the  Lord  will  provide. 
 
 3  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abra'm  of  old, 
 
 Not  knowing  our  way,  but  faith   makes  us  bold  • 
 For  though  wo  are  strangers,  we   have  a  good 
 
 guide, 
 And  trust,  in  all  dangers,  the  Lord  will  prc^ida 
 ''    When  Satan  a])i)ears,  to  stop  up  our  path, 
 And  fill  us  with  fears,  we  trium|)h  by  faith; 
 He  cannot  take  from  us,  though  ofi  he  has  tried, 
 This  heart-cheering   promise,  tlie  liord  will   pro- 
 vide.   • 
 He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain; 
 The  good  that  we  seek  we  ne'er  shall  obtain , 
 But  when  such  suggestions  our  spirits  have  plied 
 ThU  answers  all    questions,  the    Lord  will    pro- 
 vide. 
 
 Wesley.]     38.     P.  M.     Gen.  xvii.  7 
 Seconti  Part. 
 
 THE  God  of  Abraham  praise, 
 Who  reigns  enthroned  above, 
 Ancient  of  everlasting  days. 
 
 And  God  of  love; 
 Jehovah,  great  I  AM! 
 
 By  earth  and  heaven  confess'd; 
 I  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  name, 
 For  ever  bless'd. 
 2  The  God  of  Abraham  praise. 
 At  whose  supreme  command 
 From  earth  I  rise — and  seek  the  jovb 
 At  his  right  hand. 
 
dPlRITUAL  SONGS.  279 
 
 I  all  on  earth  forsake, 
 
 Its  wisdom,  tamo,  and  power, 
 
 And  Him  my  only  portion  make, 
 My  shield  and  tower. 
 
 3  The  God  of  Abraham  praise, 
 
 Whose  all-sulHcient  grace 
 Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days, 
 
 In  all   his  ways: 
 He  calls  a  worm  his  friend! 
 
 He  calls  himself  my  God ! 
 And  He  shall  save  me  to  the  end, 
 
 Through  Jesus'  blood. 
 
 3S.     Th  I  111)  Part.     Divine  faithfulness, 
 
 IN  the  Hoods  of  tribulation, 
 While  the  billows  o'er  me  roll, 
 Jesus  whispers  consolation, 
 
 And  supports  my  fainting  soul; 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord. 
 t  In  his  darkest  dispensations, 
 
 Faithful  doth  the  ^lord  appear, 
 With  his  richest  •,  '« 
 
 To  re-anima:8   i 
 Sweot  affl::    • 
 Thus  to  bring  m^    8a  vi          lear. 
 
 3  In  the  sacred  page  recorded 
 
 Thus  his  word  securely  stands; 
 *  Fear  not.  I'm  in  trouble  near  thee. 
 
 Nought  shall  pluck  you  from  my  hand* 
 
 Sweet  affliction, 
 Every  word  my  love  demands 
 
 4  All  I  meet  I  find  assists  me 
 
 In  my  path  to  heavenly  joy, 
 Where,  though  trials  now  attend  me, 
 Trials  never  more  anncv 
 
t80  SPrRITUAL  SONljM 
 
 Sweet  affliction, 
 
 Thus  to  t-ntl  in  ceaseless  joy. 
 
 fi  Blessed  with  a  weight  of  glory, 
 
 Still  the  path  I'll  ne'er  forget. 
 
 But,  exulting,  cry,  it  led  me 
 
 To  my  blessed  Saviour's  seat: 
 
 Sweet  affliction, 
 Which  has  brought  to  Jesus'    eeL 
 
 39.     8's.  6'8.     Matt,  xxuii.  6. 
 
 YES!  the  Redeemer  rose, 
 The  Saviour  left  the  dead, 
 And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 
 
 High  raised  his  conquering  head; 
 In  wild  dismay,  I  Fall  to  the  ground. 
 
 The  guards  around      |  And  sink  away. 
 
 1  Behold  th"  angelic  bands 
 
 In  full  assembly  meet. 
 To  wait  his  high  commands, 
 
 And  worship  at  his  feet 
 Joyful  they  come,         I  From  realms  of  day 
 And  wing  their  way   |  To  Jesus'  tomb. 
 
 3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 
 
 The  joyful  news  to  bear — 
 Hark! — as  they  soar  on  high. 
 
 What  music  fills  the  air! 
 Their  anthems  sa^  —  I  Hath  left  the  dead  — 
 •Jesus,  who  bled,         |  He  rose  to-day.' 
 
 4  Ye  mortals!  catch  the  sound — 
 
 Redeemed  by  him  from  hell, 
 And  send  the  echo  round 
 
 The  globe  on  which  you  dwell; 
 Transported,  cry —       I  Kath  left  the  dead — 
 
 Jesus,  who  bled.  No  more  to  die- 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  281 
 
 D.  R.  Thomason.]     39»     Seconu  Part. 
 
 WORTHY  the  Lamb  of  boundless  swaj; 
 In  earth  and  heaven  the  Lord  of  all; 
 Ye  princes,  rulers,  powers,  obey, 
 
 And  low  before  his  footstool  fall: 
 Let  earth  rejoice;  the  Lamb  was  slain; 
 He  rose;  he  lives;  he  lives  to  reign. 
 
 :   Riches  and  all  that  decks  the  great, 
 
 From  worlds  unnumber'd  hither  bring, 
 'I 'he  tribute  pour  before  his  seat, 
 
 And  hail  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 
 Wisdom  and  strength  are  his  alone, 
 Honour  has  built  his  lofty  throne. 
 I  From  heaven,  from  earth,  loud  bursts  of  prais* 
 
 The  mighty  blessings  shall  proclaim, 
 Blessings  thai  earth  to  glory  raise; 
 
 Creation's  voice  shall  hymn  the  fame; 
 Higher!  still  higher  swell  the  strain, 
 f  he  Lamb  shall  ever,  ever  reign. 
 
 40.    8's.  rs.     Rev.  v.  11. 
 
 HARK,  the  notes  of  angels  singing— 
 'Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb!' 
 All  in  heaven  their  tribute  bringing, 
 Raising  high  the  Saviour's  name. 
 
 2  Ye  for  whom  his  hfe  was  given, 
 
 Sacred  themes  to  you  belong: 
 Come  assist  the  choir  of  heaven; 
 Join  the  everlasting  song. 
 
 3  Saints  and  angels  thus  united, 
 
 Songs  imperfect  still  must  raise; 
 Though  despised  on  earth  and  slighted, 
 Jesus  is  above  all  praise. 
 
 4  See,  the  angelic  hosts  have  crowned  him, 
 
 Jesus  fills  the  throne  on  high 
 
je82  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Countless  myriads,  hovering  round  him, 
 With  his  praises  rend  the  sky. 
 
 6  See  the  judge,  our  nature  wearing, 
 Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine! 
 You,  who  long  for  his  appearing. 
 Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine." 
 
 8  Peace  and  joy  to  every  nation, 
 Let  us  sing,  with  those  above: 
 Sweet  the  theme — a  free  salvation! 
 Fruit  of  everlasting  love. 
 
 40.    Second  Part. 
 
 COME,  now,  my  dear  brethren,  I   bid  y: 
 farewell, 
 I'm  going  to  travel  to  preach  the  gospel; 
 I'm  going  to  travel  the  wilderness  through, 
 Therefore,    my    dear    brethren,    1    bid    you 
 adieu. 
 
 3  To  think  of  our  parting  doth    cause    me   to 
 
 grieve, 
 So   weU    I    do    love   you,  yet   you    I    must 
 
 leave  • 
 My  .lesus  commands  me,  and  I  must  olvy, 
 Therefore,   my  dear    brethren,    don't    grieve 
 
 after  me. 
 
 3  May   heaven    protect    you  —  be  Jesas    your 
 guide , 
 111  the  way  of  our  Z'n  n,  may  you  all  abido 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  283 
 
 '  Though  wc  live  at   a    distance,    and  you  ? 
 
 ne'er  see, 
 On  the  biinks  of  sweet  Canaan   acquainteo 
 
 we'll  be. 
 There    all    things    are    plenty,    the    leaveir 
 
 growing  green. 
 And  the  parting  of  Christians  no  more  will 
 
 be  seen ; 
 No  troubles  nor  trials  shall  enter  that  place. 
 But  there  we  shall  join  in   a  song  of  free 
 
 grace. 
 Farewell  to  all  sorrow,  temptation  and  pain, 
 I'm  going  where  Jesus  for  ever  doth  reign ; 
 I'm  going  to  Jesus,  'tis  him  I  adore. 
 With    saints    and    bright    angels    to    dwell 
 
 evermore. 
 And  when  we  meet  Jesus   in  the  mansions 
 
 above. 
 Where  angels  in  glory  are  fiU'd  with  his  love 
 O,    then    I    shall   look    for  these    mourners 
 
 that 's  here  ; 
 How  glad  we    shall  be,  to  meet  each  othei 
 
 there  I 
 
 41. 
 
 /^OME  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
 ^-^  My  comrades  in  the  wilderness. 
 
 Who  still  your  bodies  feel ; 
 Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears. 
 And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears. 
 
 To  that  celestial  hill. 
 2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
 Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place^ 
 
 The  saints'  secure  abode  ; 
 On  faith's  strong,  eagle  pinions  rise, 
 And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 
 
 \iid  scale  the  mount  of  God. 
 
ii84  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 3  Whj  suffer  with  our  Master  here* 
 Wo  shall  before  his  face  appear, 
 
 And  by  jiis  side  sit  down  ; 
 To  j);iticnt  faith  the  prize  is  sure. 
 And  all  who  to  the  end  endure 
 
 Tlic  cross,  siiall  wear  tiie  crown 
 I  Thrice  blessed  bliss-inspiring  hope, 
 It  lifls  tlic  fainting'  spirits  up, 
 
 It  brings  to  lilc  the  dead ; 
 Our  conflicts  here  will  soon  be  past. 
 And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last, 
 
 Triumpliant  with  our  head. 
 
 5  The  Fatlicr  shining  on  his  throne. 
 The  glorious  co-eternal  Son, 
 
 The  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
 Conspire  our  raptures  to  complete; 
 And  lo !  we  fall  before  his  feet, 
 
 And  silence  heiglitcns  heaven. 
 
 6  In  hope  of  that  ecstatic  pause, 
 Jesus,  we  now  sustain  thy  cross. 
 
 And  at  thy  footstool  fall ; 
 Till  thou  our  hidden  life  reveal. 
 Till  thou  our  ravish'd  spirits  fill. 
 
 And  God  is  all  in  all. 
 
 7  That  great,  mysterious  Deity, 
 We  soon  with  open  face  sliall  see 
 
 Tiie  beatific  sight ; 
 Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  praise^ 
 And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 
 
 Of  everlasting  light. 
 
 42. 
 
 COME,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell 
 riie  \^  onders  of  Immanuel  ; 
 Who  saved  me  from  a  burning  hell. 
 And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell. 
 Aiid  grave  me  heavenlv  union. 
 
SPIRITUAL  S0NG8.  28 
 
 9  When  Jesus  from  his  throne  on  high. 
 Beheld  my  soul  in  ruin  lie, 
 He  look'd  on  mc  witli  pitying  eye. 
 And  said  to  nic  as  he  pass'd  by, 
 With  God  you  have  no  union. 
 
 3  Then  I  began  to  weep  and  cry; 
 
 I  look'd  tiiis  way  and  that,  to  fly ; 
 It  gricv'd  me  sore  that  I  must  die; 
 I  strove  salvation  for  to  buy  ; 
 But  still  I  had  no  union. 
 
 4  But  when  I  hated  all  my  sins, 
 My  dear  Redeemer  took  me  in ; 
 
 Ajid  witli  his  blood  he  wash'd  me  clean, 
 And  O,  what  seasons  have  I  seen. 
 Oft,  since  I  felt  this  union ! 
 
 5  1  praised  the  Lord,  both  night  and  day, 
 And  went  from  house  to  house  to  pray, 
 Ajid  if  I  met  one  on  tlie  way, 
 
 I  found  I'd  always  something  to  say. 
 About  tJiis  heavenly  union. 
 
 6  I  wonder  why  the  saints  don't  sing, 
 And  praise  the  Lord  upon  the  wing, 
 And  nialve  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 
 With  loud  hosannas  to  their  King, 
 
 Who  brought  them  to  this  union. 
 
 7  Come,  O  backsliders !  come  away, 
 Ajid  mind  to  do,  as  well  as  say, 
 And  learn  to  watch,  as  well  as  pray, 
 \jid  bear  your  cross,  from  day  to  day 
 
 And  then  you'll  feel  tliis  union. 
 S  We  soon  shall  quit  all  things  below, 
 And  leave  these  climes  of  pain  and  woe; 
 And  then  we  will  to  glory  go, 
 And  there  we'll  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
 And  feel  this  perfect  union. 
 
36  SPIRIT!  AL  SONGS. 
 
 9  Come,  heaven  and  earth,  unite  your  Jays, 
 And  give  to  Jesus  endless  praise; 
 Ai!u,  O  my  soul,  look  on  and  gaze. 
 He  bleeds,  he  dies,  your  debt  he  pay«, 
 And  gives  you  heavenly  union. 
 
 10  O,  could  I,  like  an  angel,  sounc 
 Salvation  through  the  earth  around, 
 The  devil's  kingdom  to  confound, 
 I'd  triumph  on  Immanuel's  ground. 
 
 And  spread  this  heavenly  union. 
 
 11  Help  us,  O  Lord,  thy  name  t'  adore, 
 And  publish  round  Columbia's  shore, 
 The  hills  and  valleys  to  explore, 
 
 Till  nations,  tongues  and  kindred  o'er, 
 Join  in  this  blessed  union. 
 
 43.     Backslider's  return. 
 
 I  WILL  hearken  what  the  Lord 
 Will  say  concerning  me; 
 Hast  thou  not  a  gracious  word 
 For  one  who  waits  on  thee? 
 Speak  it  to  my  soul,  that  I 
 
 May  in  thee  have  peace  and  power* 
 Never  from  my  Saviour  fly. 
 And  never  grieve  thee  more. 
 
 2  How  have  I  thy  Spirit  grieved. 
 
 Since  first  with  me  he  strove! 
 Obstinately  disbelieved, 
 
 And  trampled  on  thy  love! 
 I  have  sinn'd  against  the  light; 
 
 I  have  broke  from  thy  embrace: 
 No,  I  would  not,  when  I  might 
 
 Be  freely  saved  by  grace. 
 
 3  After  all  that  I  have  done 
 
 To  drive  thee  from  my  heart 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  'iS'. 
 
 Still  thou  wilt  not  leave  thine  owu. 
 
 Thou  wilt  not  yet  depart; 
 Wilt  not  give  the  sinner  o'er; 
 
 Ready  art  thou  now  to  save; 
 Bidst  me  come,  as  heretofore, 
 
 Thai  I  thy  life  may  have. 
 
 *  O  thou  meek  and  gentle  Lamb 
 
 Fury  is  not  in  thee; 
 Thou  continuest  still  the  same, 
 
 And  still  thy  grace  is  tree; 
 Still  thine  arms  are  open  wide, 
 
 Wretched  sinners  to  receive; 
 Thou  hast  once  for  sinners  died. 
 
 That  all  may  turn  and  live, 
 
 b  Lo!  I  take  thee  at  thy  word. 
 
 My  foolishness  I  mourn; 
 Unto  thee,  my  bleeding  Lord, 
 
 However  late,  I  turn: 
 Ves;  I  yield,  I  yield  at  last, 
 
 Listen  to  thy  speaking  blood; 
 Me,  with  all  my  sins,  I  cast 
 
 On  my  atoning  God. 
 
 Hart.]     44.     8,  7. 
 
 COME,  ye  Christians,  sing  the  praises 
 Of  your  condescending  God; 
 Come,  and  hymn  the  blessed  Jesus, 
 
 Who  bath  wash'd  us  in  his  blood. 
 We  are  poor,  and  weak,  and  silly, 
 
 And  to  every  evil  prone: 
 Yet  our  Jesus  loves  us  freely, 
 And  receives  us  for  his  own. 
 
 t  Though  we're  mean  in  man's  opinion. 
 He  hath  made  us  priests  and  kings; 
 
)8  SPIRITUAL  SONGS 
 
 Power,  and  g"lory,  and  dominion, 
 
 To  the  Lamb,  tlie  sinner  sings 
 Leprous  souls,  unsound  and  filthy, 
 
 Come  before  him  as  you  are ; 
 'Tis  the  sick  man,  not  the  healthy. 
 
 Needs  the  good  Piiysician's  cara 
 3  Hear  the  terms  that  never  vary  : 
 
 '  To  repent  and  to  believe,' 
 Both  of  these  are  necessary  ; 
 
 Both  from  Jesus  we  receive. 
 Would-be  Christian,  duly  ponder 
 
 These  in  thine  impartid  mind  , 
 And  let  no  man  put  asunder, 
 
 VVhat  the  Lord  has  wisely  join'd. 
 i  O !  beware  of  fondly  thinking 
 
 God  accepts  thee  for  thy  tears ; 
 Are  the  shipwreck'd  sav'd  by  sinking 
 
 Can  the  ruin'd  rise  by  fears  ? 
 Q  I  beware  of  trust  ill-grounded  ; 
 
 Tis  but  fancied  faith  at  most, 
 Tq  be  cur'd  and  not  be  wounded; 
 
 To  be  sav'd  before  you're  lost 
 S  No  big  words  of  ready  talkers, 
 
 No  dry  doctrine  will  suffice  ; 
 Broken  hearts,  and  humble  walkers. 
 
 These  are  dear  in  Jesus'  eyes. 
 Tinkling  sounds  of  disputation. 
 
 Naked  knowledge,  all  are  vain ; 
 Rvery  soul  that  gains  salvation. 
 
 Must  and  shall  be  born  again. 
 
 Hart.]    45. 
 
 fome  and  welcome  to  Jesus  Christ. 
 OME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
 Weak  and  wourvded,  sick  and  sore 
 
 C 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  ;<Sf> 
 
 Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
 
 Full  of  pity  join'd  with  power; 
 He  is  able,  he  is   able, 
 
 He  is  willinjr,  doubt  no  more. 
 9  Ho  I  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome 
 
 God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
 True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 
 
 Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh 
 W    hout  money,  without  money, 
 
 t    )me  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 
 3  Lei     lot  conscience  make  you  lingej 
 
 ^     •  of  fitness  fondly  dream ; 
 All      e  fitness  he  requireth, 
 
 Is     >  feel  your  neod  of  him ; 
 This     9  gives  you,  this  he  gives  yoa, 
 
 'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 
 I  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 
 
 Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall  ; 
 If  ye  tarry  till  you're   better. 
 
 You  will  never  come  at  all. 
 Not  the  righteous,  not  the  righteous 
 
 Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 
 i  View  him  grov'ljing  in  tlic  garden; 
 
 Lo  !    your  Maker  prostrate  lies ; 
 On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him. 
 
 Hear  him  cry  before  he   dies. 
 '  It  is  finish'd,  it  is  finish'd  !' 
 
 Sinner,  will  not  this  suffice? 
 
 6  Lo !   th'  incarnate  God  ascended. 
 
 Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood : 
 Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly — 
 
 Let  no  other  trust  intrude ; 
 None  but  Jesus,  none  but  Jesus, 
 
 Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 
 
 7  Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  concert, 
 
 Sing  the  praises  of  <.he  Lamb, 
 
 19 
 
^91)  SPIRITUAL  SO\GS. 
 
 While  tlie  blissful  seats  of  1  eaven. 
 Sweetly  eclio  with  his  nai  oe  ! 
 
 Hallelujah  !    hallelujah  ! 
 
 Sinners  here  may  sing^  the  same. 
 
 46.    L.  M. 
 
 /"^OME  ye  that  know  the  Lord  indeed. 
 ^-^   Who  arc  from  sin  and  bondage  freed. 
 Submit  to  all  the  ways  of  God, 
 And    walk    the    narrow,  happy  road. 
 
 i  Great  tribulations  you  shall  meet. 
 But  soon  shall  walk  the  golden  street 
 Though  hell  may  rage  and  vent  her  spite. 
 Yet  Christ  will  save  his  heart's  delight. 
 
 3  The  happy  day  will  soon  appear, 
 When  Gabriel's  trumpet  you  shall  hear 
 Soimd  through  the  earth,  yea,  down  to  hell, 
 To  call  the  nations  great  and  small. 
 
 4  Behold  the  earth  in  burning  flames  I 
 The  judge  the  sentence  now  proclain^s, 
 On  sinners,  who  are  doom'd  to  hell, 
 In  everlasting  pain  to  dwell. 
 
 *)  Behold  the  righteous  marching  home, 
 And  all  the  angels  bid  them  come, 
 Whilst  Christ,  the  Judge,  with  joy  proclaims, 
 '  Here  come  my  saints,  I  own  tlieir  names. 
 
 6  Ye  everlasting  doors,  fly  wide  1 
 Make  room  for  to  receive  my  bride ; 
 Ye  harps  in  heaven  sound  aloud. 
 Here  comes  the   purchase  of  my  blood.' 
 
 7  In  grandeur,  see   the  royal  line, 
 
 In  glitt'ring  robes,  the  sun  outshine  I 
 See  saints  and  angels  join  in  one. 
 A.nd  march  in  splendour  to  the  thrcne? 
 
SPIWTUAL  SONGS.  291 
 
 9  They  stand  with  wonder  and  look  on, 
 They  join  in  one  eternal  song, 
 Their  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 
 Wliile  raptures  set  their  sou\s  on  fire 
 
 47.    8,7 
 
 rkARK  and  thorny  is  die  desert, 
 ■'-^  Through  which  pilgrims  make  their  way 
 But  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow, 
 
 See  the  realms  of  endless  day. 
 Dear  young  soldiers,  do  not  murmur 
 
 At  the  troubles  of  the  way; 
 Meet  the  tempest ;   fight  with  courage  ; 
 
 Never  faint;   you'll  win  the  day. 
 
 2  He,  whose  thunder   shakes  creation ; 
 
 He  that  made  the  planets  roll ; 
 He  that  rides  upon  the  tempest, 
 
 And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole 
 Jesus,  Jesus  will  defetc   you ; 
 
 Trust  in  liim,  j  :£.  x.  ,n   alone ; 
 He  has  shed  his    ...aoQ  to  save  y^^. 
 
 And  will  bring  you  to  his  throiw 
 
 3  There,  on  flow'ry  fields   of  pleasure. 
 
 And  the  hills  of  endless  rest, 
 Joy,  and  peace,  and  love  shall  ever 
 
 Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast- 
 There  a  million  flaming  seraphs 
 
 Fly  across  the'  heavenly  plain 
 There  they  sing  immortal  praises : 
 
 Glory,  glory  is  their  theme. 
 i  But,  metliinks,  a  sweeter  concert 
 
 Makes  the  crystal  arches  ring : 
 And  a  song  is  heard  in  Zion, 
 
 Which  the  angels  cannot  sing. 
 Who  can  paint  those  sons  of  glory, 
 
 Ransom'd  souls  that  dwell  on  higK. 
 
i?92  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Who,  with  golden  harps,  for  ever 
 Sound  redemption  through  the  sky 
 
 5  See  the  heavenly  hosts,  in  rapture, 
 
 Gazing  on  this  shining  band, 
 Wond'ring  at  their  costly  garments, 
 
 And  the  laurels  in  their  hand : 
 There,  ui)on  the  golden  pavement, 
 
 See  the  ransom'd  march  along, 
 While  the  splendid  courts  of  glory 
 
 Sweetly  echo  with  their  song. 
 
 6  Here  I  see  the  under-shepherds, 
 
 And  their  flocks  they  fed  below; 
 Here,  with  joy  they  dwell  together, 
 
 Jesus  is  their  shepherd  now. 
 Hail!  ye  happy,  happy  spirits! 
 
 Welcome  to  the  blissful  plain  ! 
 Glory,  honour,  and  salvatoin! 
 
 Reign,  sweet  Shepherd,  ever  reign. 
 
 48.     Sabbath  Morning. 
 
 HAIL,  thou  happy  mom  so  glorious! 
 Come,  ye  saints,  your  griefs  give  o  « 
 Sing,  how  Jesus  rose  victorious, 
 By  his  own  almighty  power: 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 To  the  glorious  Son  of  God. 
 S  Tell  us,  seraphs,  ye  that  wonder, 
 When  ye  saw  the  liord  arise. 
 When  ye  saw  him  soaring  yonder. 
 What  were  then  your  heavenly  joys? 
 
 Then  'twas  'Glory 
 To  the  conquering  King  of  kings. 
 Countless  bands  of  angels  glorious, 
 Clothed  in  bright  ethereal  blue; 
 Straight  the  sound  of  Christ  victorious. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  203 
 
 T'om  tlieir  silver  trumpets  flew. 
 
 Christ  triumphant 
 Rises  coiuiucror  o'er  the  tomh 
 %  See.  my  friends,  is  that  the  Saviour, 
 Wlio  was  crown'd  with  cruel  thorns 
 Glorious  majesty  and  power, 
 Now  his  sacred  head  adorns. 
 
 Hallelujah ; 
 That  dear  head  no  more  shall  bleed. 
 6  Is  that  he,  who  died  on  Calvary, 
 
 Who  was  ])icrced  with  many  a  spear  1 
 Clad  with  countless  suns  of  glory, 
 See,  ho  rises  through  the  air. 
 
 Hallelujah; 
 Zion's  mourner,  now  rejoice. 
 6   Was  the  person,  then,  so  glorious. 
 
 Which  the  Jews  so  marr'd  and  spoil'dl 
 Ves,  ye  saints,  we  own  his  Godhead, 
 Though  by  some  he  is  reviled; 
 
 All  creation 
 Soon  shall  own  him  Lord  of  all. 
 t  Tremble,  ye  who  him  rejected, 
 
 Lo!  ho  breaks  through  yonder  cloud; 
 Rise,  ye  saints,  and  shout  triumphant, 
 Victory !  through  Jesus'  blood. 
 
 Hark!  the  trumpet 
 Sounds  the  resurrection  morn. 
 
 49.     8's.  6.     Luke  ii.  13. 
 
 HARK — hark — the  notes  of  joy 
 Roll  o'er  the  heavenly  plains. 
 And  seraphs  find  employ. 
 
 For  their  sublimest  strains. 
 Some  new  delight  in  heaven  is  known, 
 Loud  ring  the  harps  ai*o»-n'^  the  throne. 
 
294  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 2  Hark — hark — the  sounds  draw  nigh, 
 
 The  joyful  hosts  descend; 
 Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 
 
 To  earth  his  footsteps  bend. 
 He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race, 
 He  conies  with  messages  of  grace. 
 
 3  Bear — bear  the  tidings  round, 
 
 Let  every  mortal  know 
 What  love  in  God  is  found, 
 
 What  pity  he  can  show. — 
 Ye  winds  that  blow — ye  waves  that  roll, 
 Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole! 
 
 4  Strike — strike  the  harps  again, 
 
 The  great  Immanuel's  name; 
 Arise,  ye  sons  of  men, 
 
 And  loud  his  grace  proclaim. 
 Angels  and  men,  wake  every  string, 
 'Tis  God  the  Saviour's  praise  we  sing! 
 
 50.     Divine  love. 
 
 LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
 Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down 
 Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dweUing, 
 
 All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown; 
 Jesus!  thou  art  all  compassion. 
 
 Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
 Visit  us  with  thy  salvation. 
 
 Enter  every  trembling  heart. 
 Breathe,  0  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit, 
 
 Into  every  troubled  breast! 
 Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 
 
 Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest* 
 Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 
 
 Alpha  and  Omega  be, 
 End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning 
 
 Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 
 
SPIRITIJAL  SONGS.  29ji 
 
 Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 
 
 Let  us  ail  thy  life  receive! 
 Suddenly  return,  and  never, 
 
 Never  more  thy  temple  leave ! 
 Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing. 
 
 Serve  thee  as  thine  hosts  above; 
 Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 
 
 Gbry  in  thy  perfect  love. 
 
 Finish  then  thy  new  creation, 
 
 Happy,  holy  may  we  be: 
 Tiet  us  see  our  whole  salvation 
 
 Perfectly  secured  by  thee ! 
 Changed  from  glory  into  glory. 
 
 Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place; 
 Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee. 
 
 Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 
 
 50.     Second  Part.     The  Penitent, 
 
 SAVIOUR,  canst  thou  love  a  traitor! 
 Canst  thou  love  a  child  of  wrath  . 
 Can  a  hell-deserving  creature 
 
 Be  the  purchase  of  thy  death? 
 Is  thy  blood  so  efficacious, 
 
 As  to  make  my  nature  clean? 
 Is  thy  sacrifice  so  precious. 
 As  to  free  me  from  my  sin? 
 
 2  Sin  on  every  side  surrounds  me; 
 
 No  acquittance  can  I  hear ; 
 
 Pangs  of  unbelief  confound  me. 
 
 Help  me.  Lord,  my  grief  to  bear 
 Here,  then,  is  my  resolution. 
 At  thy  dearest  feet  to  fall ; 
 Here  I'll  meet  my  condemnation, 
 Or  a  freedom  from  my  thrall. 
 8  Now  deny  thy  grace  and  mercy, 
 If  thou  canst,  to  wretched  me : 
 
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 Lay  aside  thy  love  and  pity, 
 If  thou  canst,  and  let  me  die! 
 
 If  I  meet  with  condemnation. 
 Justly  I  deserve  the  same: 
 
 If  I  meet  w^iih  free  salvation. 
 I  will  magnify  thy  name. 
 
 51.     7,6. 
 
 ¥"|ROOPING  souls  no  longer  grieve 
 -'-^   Heaven  is  propitious  ; 
 If  on  Christ  you  do  believe, 
 You  will  find  him  precious. 
 
 2  Now  the  Saviour  passing  by. 
 
 Calls  the  mourner  to  him  : 
 lie  has  died  for  you  and  me ; 
 Now  look  up  and  view  him. 
 
 3  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
 
 Rims  a  healing  fountain 
 See  the  consolating  tide, 
 Boundless  as  the  ocean. 
 
 4  See  the  living  waters  move 
 
 For  the  sick  and  dying  ; 
 Now  resolve  to  know  his  love. 
 Or  to  perish  trying. 
 
 5  The  store  of  grace  is  always  free 
 
 Drooping  souls  to  gladden  ; 
 Jesus  calls,  '  Come  unto  me, 
 '  Weary,  heavy-ladin.' 
 
 6  Though  your  sins,  like  mountains  higK 
 
 Rise  and  reach  to  heaven  ; 
 Soon  as  you  on  him  rely. 
 All  shall  be  forgiven. 
 
 7  Now,  mctliinks,  I  hear  one  say, 
 
 I  will  go  unto  him  ; 
 
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 May  he  wash  my  sins  away ; 
 Oh  I  that  I  could  love  liim. 
 
 8  Streaming  mercy,  how  it  flows! 
 
 Now  I  know  ;  I  feel  it ; 
 Half  has  never  yet  been  told, 
 Yet  I  want  to  tell  it 
 
 9  Jesus'  blood  has  heal'd  my  wounds, 
 
 Oil !  the  wondrous  story  ! 
 I  was  lost,  but  now  I'm  found ; 
 Glory  I  glory  I  glory  ! 
 
 '0  Glory  to  my  Saviour's  name  I 
 Saints  are  bound  to  love  him 
 Sinners,      you  may  do  the  same, 
 Only  come  and  prove  him. 
 
 52.    CM. 
 
 "jC^  ARTH  has  engross'd  my  love  too  long  ^ 
 -*-^  'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
 Upward,  dear  Father,  to   thy  throne. 
 And  to  my  native  skies. 
 
 2  There  the  blest  Man,  my  Saviour,  sits. 
 
 The  God  ;   how  bright  he  shines ! 
 And  scatters  infinite  delights 
 On  all  the  happy  minds. 
 
 3  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains, 
 
 Circle  the  throne  around. 
 And  move,  and  charm  the  starry  plains 
 With  an  immortal  sound. 
 
 4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs; 
 
 Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing  ; 
 Jesus,  the  life  of  all  our  joys, 
 Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 
 !i  [Hark  I   how  beyond  the  narrow  bounds 
 Of  time  and  space  they  run. 
 
^5^  SPIRITUAL  SOINGS. 
 
 And  echo,  in  majestic  sounds, 
 The  Godhead  of  the  Son. 
 
 6  And  now  tliey  sink  the  lofty  tune. 
 
 And  gentler  notes  tliey  play ; 
 And  bring  the  Father's  equal  down 
 To  dwell  in  humble  clay. 
 
 7  O,  sacred  beauties  of  the  Man  ! 
 
 (The  God  resides  within ;) 
 His  flesh  all  pure,  without  a  stain. 
 His  soul  without  a  sin. 
 
 8  But  when  to  Calvary  they  turn, 
 
 Silent  their  harps  abide ; 
 Suspended  songs  a  moment  mourn 
 The  God  that  liv'd  and  died. 
 
 9  Then  all  at  once,  to  living  strains 
 
 They  summon  ev'ry  chord  ; 
 Tell  how  he  triuniph'd  o'er  his  pains, 
 And  chant  the  rising  Lord.] 
 
 10  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 
 
 And  be  an  angel  too ; 
 My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, 
 Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 
 
 11  1  v/ould  begin  the  music  here; 
 
 And  to  my  soul  should  rise , 
 O,  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
 My  passions  to  the  skies  I 
 19  There  ye,  that  love  my  Saviour,  sit; 
 There  I  would  fain  have  place, 
 Among  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet, 
 So  I  miofht  see  his  face. 
 
 53.     8s. 
 
 17^  NCOMPASS'D  with  clouds  o."  distress 
 
 ' -^  Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 
 I  pant  tor  the  light  of  thy  face. 
 And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine ; 
 
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 Dishearten'd  with  waiting  so  long, 
 
 I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load ; 
 All  plaintive,  I  pour  out  my  song, 
 
 And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 
 9  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terror  shall  cease. 
 
 The  blood  of  atonement  apply  ; 
 Ajid  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 
 
 The  rock  that  is  liigher  than  L 
 Speak,  Saviour,  for  sweet  is  thy  voice  ; 
 
 Thy  presence  is  fair  to  behold ; 
 Attend  to  my  sorrows  and  sighs. 
 
 My  groanings  that  cannot  be  told. 
 3  If  sometimes  I  strive,  as  I  mourn. 
 
 My  hold  of  thy  promise  to  keep, 
 The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 
 
 And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep. 
 While  harrass'd  and  cast  from  thy  sight. 
 
 The  tempter  suggests  witli  a  roar, 
 '  The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite ; 
 
 Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more.' 
 I  Yet,  Lord,  if  thy  love  hath  design'd 
 
 No  covenant  blessing  for  me, 
 Ah,  tell  me,  how  is  it  I  find 
 
 Some  pleasure  in  waiting  for  thee? 
 Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art ; 
 
 Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tower 
 Come,  succour  and  gladden   my  heai't ; 
 
 Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  power 
 
 Newton.]     54. 
 The  Beggar.     Matt.  vii.  7,  8. 
 
 ENCOURAG'D  by  thy  word 
 Of  promise  to  the  poor, 
 Behold  a  beggar.  Lord, 
 
 Waits  at  thy  mercy's  door 
 No  hand,  no  heart,  6  Lord !    but  thine. 
 Can  help  or  pity  wants  like  mme. 
 
3<K)  SPiKlTUAL  SOiNGS. 
 
 2  The  beggar's  usual  plea. 
 
 Relief  from  men  to  gam, 
 If  otTcr'd  unto  thee, 
 
 I  know  tliou  wouldst  disdain ; 
 And  picas  which   move  thy  gracioas  eai 
 Are  such  as  men  would  scorn  to  hear 
 
 3  I  have  no  right  to  say, 
 
 That   thougli  I  now  am  poor, 
 Yet  once  there  was  a  day. 
 
 When  I  possessed  more  ; 
 Thou  know'st  that  from  my  very  birth, 
 I've  been  tlie  poorest  wretch  on   earth. 
 
 4  Nor  can  I  dare  profess, 
 
 As  beggars  often  do, 
 Though  great  is  my  distress. 
 
 My  wants  have  been  but  few ; 
 If  thou  should'st  leave  my  soul  to  starve, 
 It  would  be  what  I  well  deserve. 
 
 5  'Twere  folly  to  pretend, 
 
 I  never  begg'd  before  ; 
 Or,  if  thou  now  befriend, 
 
 I'll  trouble  thee  no  more , 
 Thou  oilen  hast  rclicv'd  my  pain. 
 And  often  I  must  come  again. 
 
 6  Though  crumbs  are  much  too  good 
 
 For  such  a  dog  as  I, 
 No  less  than  cliildren's  food 
 
 My  soul  can  satisfy  ; 
 O,  do  not  frown,  and  bid  me  go, 
 I  must  have  all  thou  canst  bestow 
 
 7  Nor  can  1  willing  be. 
 
 Thy  bounty  to  conceal 
 From  others,  who,  like  me, 
 
 Their  wants  and  hunger  feel ; 
 I'll  tell  tlicm  of  thy  mercy's  store, 
 And  try  to  send  a  thousand  more. 
 
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 8  Thy  thoiiglits,  thou  Only  Wise ! 
 
 Our  thoughts  and  ways  transcend, 
 Far  as  the  arched  skies, 
 
 Above  tlic  earth  extend  •* 
 Such  pleas  as  mine,  men  would  not  bear. 
 But  God  receives  a  beggar's  prayer 
 
 C.  Wesley.]     65.     8,  7. 
 
 ENLISTED  in  the  cause  of  sin, 
 Why  should  a  good  be  evil? 
 Music,  alas  !  too  long  has  been 
 
 Press'd  to  obey  the  devil  • 
 Drunken,  or  lewd,  or  light,  the  lay 
 
 Flows  to  the  soul's  undoing. 
 Widens,  and  strews  with  flowers  the  way 
 
 Down  to  eternal  ruin. 
 9  Who,  on  the  part  of  God,  will  rise. 
 
 Innocent  mirth  recover. 
 Fly  on  the  prey,  and  take  the  prize, 
 
 Plunder  the  carnal  lover, 
 Strip  him  of  every  moving  strain. 
 
 Of  every  melting  measure. 
 Music  in  virtue's  cause  regain, 
 
 Revive  the  holy  pleasure. 
 
 3  Come  let  us  try  if  Jesus'  love 
 
 Will  not  as  well  inspire  us ; 
 This  is  the  theme  of  those  above, 
 
 This  upon  earth  should  fire  us. 
 Say,  are  your  hearts  in  tune  to  sing  ? 
 
 Is  there  a  subject  greater  ? 
 Melody  all  her  strains  may  bring, 
 
 Jesus'  name  is  sweeter. 
 
 4  Jesus  the  soul  of  music  is ; 
 
 His  is  the  noblest  passion  ; 
 Jesus'  name  gives  life  and  peace. 
 Happiness  and  salvation. 
 
 *  Isaiah  lv.8  9 
 
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 Jesus'  name  the  dead  can  raise, 
 And  show  our  sins  Ibrgivcn, 
 
 Fill  us  with  all  the  life  of  grace, 
 And  bear  us  up  to  heaven. 
 
 5  Who  has  a  right  like  us  to  sing, 
 
 Us  whom  his  mercy  raises  ? 
 Glad  be  our  hearts,  for  Christ  is  King 
 
 And  merry  all  our  voices 
 Who  of  his  love  does  once  partake. 
 
 He  in  his  God  rejoices  ; 
 Melody  in  our  hearts  we  make, 
 
 Melody  with  our  voices. 
 
 6  He  that  a  sprinkled  conscience  liath, 
 
 He  that  in  God  is  merry. 
 Let  him  sing  psalms,  the  spirit  saith. 
 
 Joyful,  and  never  weary  ; 
 Offer  the  sacrifice  of  praise, 
 
 Hearty  and  never  ceasbig. 
 Spiritual  songs  and  anthems  raise, 
 
 Worship  and  thanks,  and  blessing 
 Come,  let  us  in  his  praises  join, 
 
 Triumph  in  his  salvation, 
 Glory  ascribe  to  love  divine, 
 
 Worship  and  adoration. 
 Fleaven  already  is  begun, 
 
 Opcn'd  in  each  believer ; 
 Only  believe,  and  then  sing  on ; 
 
 Heaven  is  ours  for  ever. 
 
 56,     The  Saviour  crowned, 
 A  LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 
 Ix.  Let  angels  prostrate  fall: 
 \inn^  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
 And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
 I  Let  high-bom  seraphs  tune  the  lyre. 
 And  as  they  tune  it  fall 
 
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 Before  his  face,  who  tunes  their  choir, 
 And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
 
 i  Crown  him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 
 Who  fix'd  this  floating  ball;^ 
 Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 
 And  crown  *iim  Lord  of  all. 
 
 4  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 
 Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
 Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
 And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
 
 &  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race. 
 Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall; 
 Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
 And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
 
 6  Hail  him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line. 
 
 Whom  David,  Lord,  did  call; 
 
 The  God  incarnate!  Man  divine! 
 
 And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
 
 7  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
 
 The  wormwood  and  the  gall: 
 Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet. 
 And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
 
 8  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
 
 On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
 To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
 And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
 
 9  !)  that  with  yonder  sacred  thronp 
 
 We  at  his  feet  may  fall; 
 We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
 And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
 
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 Watts.]     56.     C.  M.     Rev.  v.  6. 
 
 Skcond   Part. 
 
 BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lani: 
 Amidst  his  father's  throne: 
 Prepare  new  honours  for  his  name, 
 And  songs  before  unknown. 
 
 2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 
 The  church  adore  around; 
 With  vials  full  of  odour  Fweet, 
 And  harjjs  of  sweeter  sound. 
 
 .3  These  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints^ 
 And  those  the  hymns  they  raise: 
 Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints. 
 He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 
 
 4  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slair 
 Be  endless  blessings  paid  : 
 Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 
 Forever  on  thy  head. 
 
 57. 
 
 FAREWELL,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord 
 The  Gospel  sounds  a  jubilee; 
 My  stamm'ring  tongue  shall  sound  aloud. 
 
 From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea; 
 And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 
 I'll  trust  alone  in  God's  free  grace. 
 
 Farewell,  in  bonds,  and  union  dear, 
 Like  strings,  you  twine  about  my  heart 
 
 I  only  ask  your  earnest  prayer. 
 
 Till  we  shall  meet,  no  more  to  part; 
 
 Till  we  shall  meet,  in  worlds  above, 
 
 Encircled  in  eternal  love. 
 
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 Farewell,  my  earthly  friends  below, 
 
 Though  all  so  kind  and  dear  to  mt 
 My  Jesus  calls,  and   I  must  go, 
 
 To  sound  the  Gospel  jubilee* 
 To  sound  the  joys  and  bear  the  news, 
 To  Gentile  worlds  and  royal  Jews. 
 Farewell,  young  people,  one  and  all 
 
 While  God  shall  grant  me  breath  to  breathe 
 I'll  pray  to  the  eternal  All, 
 
 That  your  dear  souls  in  Christ  may  live 
 That  your  dear  souls  prepar'd  may  be, 
 To  rtign  in  bliss  eternally. 
 Farewell  to  all  below  the  sun ; 
 
 And  as  I  pass  in  tears  below, 
 The  path  is  straight,  my  feet  shall  run, 
 
 And  God  will  keep  me  as  I  go ; 
 And  God  will  keep  me  in  his  hand, 
 And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land 
 Farewell,  farewell,  I  look  above; 
 
 Jesus,  my  guide,  to  thee  I  call ; 
 My  joy,  my  crown,  and  only  love. 
 
 My  safe-guard  here,  my  heavenly  all; 
 My  theme  to  preach,  my  song  to  sing, 
 Mv  only  joy  in  death — Amen. 
 
 5§. 
 
 FAREWELL,    vain    world,     Vm    going 
 home,  hallelujah. 
 My  Saviour  smiles  and  bids  me  come,  ha' 
 
 Iclujah, 
 Bright  angels  beckon  me  away,  hallelujah. 
 To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day,  hall* 
 
 lujah. 
 I'm  glad  that  I  am  bom  to  die. 
 From  grief  and  woe  my  soul  shall  fly, 
 Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  hoire. 
 Away  to  New  ^'^rusttlem.        2  0 
 
3c.ti  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 3  And  when  to  that  new  world  I  rise 
 And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies, 
 This  note  above  the  rest  sliall  swell. 
 My  Jesus  has  done  ail  tilings  well. 
 
 i  I  hope  to  meet  my  brethren  there. 
 Who  once  did  join  with  inc  in  prayer 
 Our  time  of  mourning  will  be  o'er, 
 When  we  do  reach  that  happy  shore. 
 
 5  Complete  in  holiness,  ere  long, 
 
 Our  souls  shall  join  the  heavenly  throng 
 The  blessed  angels  round  the  throne, 
 Are  looking  out  for  us  to  come. 
 
 6  ril  praise  my  God  while  I  have  breath, 
 1  hope  to  praise  him  after  death, 
 
 I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die, 
 And  shout  salvati(m  as  I  fly. 
 
 7  We  soon  shall  hear  the  solemn  sound, 
 Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground ; 
 Arise,  and  drop  your  dusty  shrouds. 
 And  meet  King  Jesus  in  the  clouds. 
 
 8  There  sliall  I  see  my  glorious  God, 
 And  praise  him  in  his  high  abode ; 
 My  theme,  tli rough  all  eternity, 
 Shall  glory,  glory,  glory,  be. 
 
 59.    CM. 
 
 FROM  all  that 's  mortal,  all  that 's  vaii\ 
 And  from  this  earthly  clod, 
 Arise,  my  soul,  and  strive  to  gain 
 Sweet  fellowship  with   God. 
 2  Say,  what  is  there  beneath  the  skies. 
 In  all  the  paths  thou  'st  trod, 
 Can  suit  thy  wishes  or  thy  joys, 
 
 Like  fellowship  with   God  ? 
 
 Not  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art. 
 
 Nor  Dleasm-e's  flow'rv  road 
 
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 Can  to  my  soul  such  bliss  impart. 
 As  fcllovvship  with  God. 
 
 4  Not  hcultli  nor  friendship  here  below, 
 
 Nor  wealth,  tliut  golden    load, 
 Can  sucIj  d(;lijrlit  or  comfort  show, 
 As  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 5  Wlien  I  am  made  in  love  to  bear 
 
 AlHiction's  needful  rod, 
 Ligfht,  sweet  and  kind  the  stripes  appeal 
 Through  fellowship  with  God. 
 G  In  fierce  temptation's  fiery  blast, 
 Or  dark  desertion's   road, 
 I'm  happy  if  1  can  but  taste 
 Some  fellowship  with  God. 
 7  And  when  the  icy  hand  of  death 
 Sliall  chill  my  flowing  blood. 
 With  joy  I'll  yield  my  latest  breatli 
 In  fellowship  with  God. 
 S  When  I  at  last  to  heaven  ascend 
 And  gain  my  blest  abode, 
 Then  an  eternity  I'll  spend 
 In  fellowship  with  God. 
 
 60. 
 
 'OROM  the  regions  of  love,  lo  I    an  angfe 
 
 ■*-        descended, 
 
 And  told   the   strange   news,  how  the  Babv 
 
 was  attended ; 
 'Go,    shepherds,    and    visit    this    wonderft^' 
 
 sti  anger ; 
 See   yonder  bright   star,  there  *s  your  Lcr«.' 
 
 in  a  manger.' 
 Hallelujah  to  the  Lord»  who  has  purehas'o 
 
 our  pardon  : 
 We  will   praise   hhn   again,  when  we   pa^s 
 
 over  Jordan. 
 
308  SPIRITUAL  SONGfe. 
 
 2  *  Glad   tidings    I    bring    unto   you  and  each 
 
 nation, 
 
 Glad  tidings  of  joy,  now  behold  your  salva- 
 tion !' 
 
 Then   suddenly  multitudes   raise  their  glad 
 voices. 
 
 And  shout  the  Redeemer,  while  heaven  re- 
 joices. 
 Hallelujah,  &c. 
 
 3  Now  glory  to  God  in  the  highest  is  given, 
 Now  glory  to  God  is  re-echo'd  thro'  heaven ; 
 Around  the  whole  world  let  us  tell  the  glad 
 
 story, 
 And  sing  of  his  love,  his  salvation,  and  glory 
 Hallelujah,  &c. 
 
 4  J^uraptur'd,  I  burn  with  delight  and  desire : 
 Such  love,  so  divine,  sets  my  soul  all  on  fire 
 Around  tlie  bright  throne  hosannas  are  rmg- 
 
 ing, 
 O,  when    shall    I    join    them,   and    ever  be 
 singing  ? 
 Hallelujah,  &.c. 
 
 5  Tnumphuntly  ride  in  thy  chariot  victorious 
 And  conquer  with  love,  O  Jesus  I  all  glorious , 
 Thy  banners  unfurl,  let  the  nations  surrender, 
 And  own  thee  tlieir  Saviour,  their  God  and 
 
 defender. 
 Hallelujah,  &c. 
 
 61.     8,7. 
 ^  LORIOIJS  things  of  thee  are  spoken. 
 ^^  Zion,  city  of  our  God  I 
 He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 
 
 Form'd  thee  for  his  own  abode : 
 On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 
 
 What  can  shake  thv  sure  renoasT 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  30U 
 
 With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
 Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  tliy  foes. 
 
 9  [See  the  streams  of  living  waters. 
 
 Springing  from  eternal  love, 
 Will  supply  tliy  sons  and  daughters. 
 
 And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 
 Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 
 
 Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
 Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 
 
 Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 
 
 3  Round  cacli  habitation  hov'ring, 
 
 See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
 For  a  glory  and  a  cov'ring, 
 
 Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near : 
 Thus,  deriving  from  their  banner 
 
 jjight  by  night  and  sliade  by  day. 
 Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna. 
 
 Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray.! 
 
 4  Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 
 
 Wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood  I 
 Jesus,  whom  tJieir  souls  rely  on. 
 
 Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God 
 'Tis  his  love  his  people  raises 
 
 Over  self  to  reign  as  kings ; 
 And  as  priests  his  solemn  praises 
 
 Each  for  a  thank-offering  brings 
 
 5  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 
 
 I,  through  grace,  a  member  am. 
 Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 
 
 I  will  glory  in  thv  name. 
 Fading  is  the  worldhng's  pleasure, 
 
 All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show 
 Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 
 
 None  but  Zion's  children  know 
 
810  SPIRITUAL  SONGS 
 
 62. 
 
 GOD  of  my  salvation,  hear, 
 And  help  me  to  believe; 
 Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 
 
 Tiiy  blessing  to  receive. 
 Full  of  guilt,  alas  I  I  am, 
 
 But  to  thy  wounds  for  rcftige  flee 
 Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 
 Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
 f?  Standing  now  as  newly  slain. 
 To  thee  I  lift  mine  eye  ; 
 Balm  of  all  my  grief  and  pain. 
 
 Thy  blood  is  always  nigh  ; 
 Now,  as  yesterday,  the  same, 
 Thou  art  and  wilt  for  ever  be 
 Friend  of  sinners,  &c. 
 
 3  Nothing  have  I,  Lord,  to  pay. 
 
 Nor  ean  thy  grace  procure ; 
 JJmpty  send  me  not  away. 
 
 For  I,  thou  know'st,  am  poor; 
 Dust  and  ashes  is  my  name, 
 
 My  all  is  sin  and  misery. 
 Friend  of  sinners,  &c. 
 
 4  No  good  word,  or  work,  or  tliought 
 
 Bring  I,  to  buy  thy  grace ; 
 Pardon  I  accept  unbought, 
 
 Thy  proffer  I  embrace ; 
 Coming  as  at  first  I  came, 
 
 To  take,  and  not  bestow  on  thee 
 Friend  of  sinners.  Sec. 
 
 5  Saviour,  from  thy  wounded  side 
 
 I  never  will  depart : 
 Here  will  I  my  spirit  hide. 
 
 When  I  am  pure  in  heart; 
 Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 
 
 Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  811 
 
 63.    78. 
 I^RACIOUS  Lord,  incline  thine  3ar, 
 ^-"    My  requests  vouchsafe  to  hear  ; 
 Hear  my  never-ceasing  cry, 
 Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 
 3  Wealth  and  honour  I  disdain, 
 Earthly  comforts,  Lord,  are  vain  • 
 These  can  never  satisfy  ; 
 Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 
 
 3  Lord,  deny  mo  what  thou  wilt. 
 Only  ease  me  of  my  guilt; 
 Suppliant,  at  thy  feet  I  lie. 
 Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 
 
 4  All  unholy  and  unclean, 
 
 I  am  nothing-  else  but  sin  ; 
 
 On  thy  mercy  I  rely. 
 
 Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 
 
 5  Thou  dost  freely  save  the  lost, 
 In  thy  grace  alone  I  trust; 
 With  my  earnest  suit  comply, 
 Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die". 
 
 6  Thou  dost  promise  to  forgive 
 All  who  in  thy  Son  believe ; 
 Lord,  I  know  tnou  canst  no""  he 
 Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 
 
 7  Father,  dost  thou  seem  to  frown? 
 Let  me  shelter  in  thy  Son ; 
 Jesus,  to  thy  arms  I  fly, 
 
 Come  and  save  me,  or  I  die. 
 
 64.    L.M. 
 
 HAIL !  sovereign  love  that  first  began 
 The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  i 
 Hail !  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
 Which  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place. 
 
•SV2  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 9  Against  the  God  who  rules  the  sky 
 I  fought  witli  hands  uplifted  high, 
 Despis'd  the  mention  of  his  grace. 
 Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 
 
 3  Enrapt  in  thick  Egyptian  night. 
 Fonder  of  darkness  than  of  light, 
 Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 
 Scarce  without  a  hiding  place. 
 
 4  But  thus  eternal  counsel  ran, 
 
 '  Almighty  power,  arrest  the  man ; 
 1  felt  the  arrows  of  distress. 
 And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place. 
 
 5  Indignant  justice  stood  in  view ; 
 To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew  ; 
 
 But  justice  cried  with  frowning  face, 
 •This  mountain  is  no  resting  place.' 
 
 6  At  length  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 
 And  mercy  for  my  soul  appear'd  ; 
 She  led  me  on,  with  smiling  face, 
 To  Jesus,  as  my  hiding  place. 
 
 7  A  few  more  rolling  scenes  at  most. 
 Will  land  my  soul  on  Canaan's  coast. 
 Where  I  shall  sing  my  song  of  grace. 
 And  see  my  glorious  hiding  place. 
 
 65. 
 
 Star  in  the  East.  Mat.  ii.  2. 
 
 HAIL    the    blest    morn,  when    the  ^rea; 
 Mediator 
 Did  from  the  regions  of  glory  descend ; 
 Shepherds,    go    worship    the    babe    in    the 
 manger  ; 
 Lo  !  for  his  guard  the  bright  angels  attena 
 Brightest  and  best  of  the  Sons  of  the  morning, 
 Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  your 
 aid : 
 
Sl'I RITUAL  SflN'GS  313 
 
 Star  in  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning, 
 (^uidc  wlierc  our  infant  redeemer  is  laid. 
 
 2  Ck)ld  on  Iiis  cradle  tlie  dew-drops  arc  shining; 
 
 Low  lies  his  head  with  tlie  beasts  of  the 
 stall: 
 Angels,  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining, 
 
 Maker  and  monarch  and  saviour  of  all. 
 Brightest  and  best,  &c. 
 
 3  Say,  sJiall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotioiv, 
 
 Odours  from  Eden,  in  off 'rings  divine, 
 (icins  of  the  mountain,   and    pearls   of  the 
 ocean. 
 Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 
 mine. 
 Brightest  and  best,  «fec. 
 
 4  Vainly  we  offer  each  costly  oblation; 
 
 Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favour  secure 
 Richer  by  far  is  tlie  heart's  adoration; 
 
 Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor 
 Brightest  and  best,  Sec. 
 
 66.     8,  7.    Autumn. 
 tTAIL  I  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow ; 
 ■^^  View  with  me  th'  autumnal  gloom, 
 Learn  from  thence  your  fate  to-morrow. 
 
 Dead  I  perliaps,  laid  in  the  tomb. 
 (See  all  nature  fading,  dying, 
 
 Silent ;  all  thmgs  seem  to  mourn , 
 Life,  from  vegetation  flying. 
 
 Brings  to  mind  my  mouldering  urn- 
 Lol  I  hear  the  air  resounding 
 
 With  expiring  insects'  cries; 
 All  I  tlieir  moans,  to  me  how  wounding ' 
 
 Emblem  of  my  aged  sighs. 
 While  the  annual  frosts  are  cropping 
 
 I  p-aves  and  tendrils  from  the  trees. 
 
U4  SPIRITUAL  SOISGS. 
 
 So  our  friends  arc  yearly  dropping, 
 We  are  like  to  one  of  these. 
 
 3  Hollow  winds  about  are  roaring, 
 
 Noisy  waters  round  nie  rise, 
 While  I  sit,  my  fate  deploring, 
 
 Tears  fast  streaming  from  my  eyes  , 
 What  to  me  are  autumn's  treasures, 
 
 Since  I  know  no  earthly  joy  ? 
 Long  I've  lost  all  youthful  pleasures, 
 
 Time  will  health  and  youth  destroy. 
 
 4  former  friends,  how  oft  I've  sought  their 
 
 Just  to  cheer  a  troubled  mind  ; 
 Now  they're  gone  like  leaves  of  auiunui, 
 
 Driv'n  before  the  dreary  wind. 
 When  a  few  more  days  arc  wasted, 
 
 And  a  few  more  scenes  are  o'er, 
 VVhen  a  few  more  griefs  I've  tasted, 
 
 I  shdl  fall  to  bloom  no  more. 
 
 5  Fast  my  sun  of  life  's  declining, 
 
 Soon  'twill  set  in  dismal  night ; 
 But  my  hopes,    pure  and  ^-eviving, 
 
 Rise  to  fairer  worlds  of  light 
 Cease  this  trembling,  mourning,  sighuig, 
 
 Death  shall  burtt  this  sullen  gloom  ; 
 Then  my  spirit,  flutt'rmg,  flying, 
 
 Shall  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb. 
 
 GK,     Christian  Comfort. 
 rilEMPTED,  tossed,  troubled  spirit, 
 .J-    Dost  thou  groan  beneath  thy  load  i 
 Fearing  thou  shalt  not  inherit 
 
 In  the  kmgdom  of  t^y  Godt 
 View  thy  Saviour  ora  the  mountain, 
 
 In  temptation's  painful  hour: 
 Though  of  grace  himself  the  fountam. 
 And  the  Lord  of  boundless  power. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SOISGS.  315 
 
 S  Do  thy  blooming  prospects  languish  1 
 
 Say'st  thou  still,  'I'lu  not  his  child*' 
 View  thy  Saviour's  dreadful  anguish, 
 
 Famish'd  in  the  gloomy  wild. 
 Not  a  step  in  all  thy  journey, 
 
 Through  this  gloomy  vale  of  tears, 
 But  thy  Lord  hath  trod  before  thee, 
 
 And  thy  way  to  glory  clears. 
 8  Though  through  seas  of  tribulation 
 
 Jesus  calls  thee  here  to  go, 
 He  hath  wrought  thy  great  salvation 
 
 In  far  deeper  seas  of  wo. 
 Jesus,  though  by  God  anointed, 
 
 Christ,  the  co-eternal  Son, 
 As  by  love  divine  appointed. 
 
 Treads  the  wine-press  all  alone.* 
 
 4  Sinks  thy  soul  in  waves  of  sorrow  1 
 
 Pass  o'er  Kedron's  rolling  flood, 
 Witness  there  the  doleful  horror 
 
 Of  the  sutfering  Son  of  God. 
 There  the  victim  groaning,  weeping, 
 
 Bears  the  wrath  of  God  alone. 
 While  his  senseless  followers  sleeping, 
 
 Scarce  regard  a  single  groan. 
 
 5  On  the  chilly  ground  extended, 
 
 Lo,  he  takes  the  bitter  cup! 
 With  Almighty  vengeance  blended, 
 
 Drinks  the  dreadful  contents  up; 
 Now  the  avenging  sword  pursues  him 
 
 Up  to  Calvary's  rugged  hrow: 
 There  the  wrath  of  God  doth  bruise  him. 
 
 But  7717/  soul  escapes  the  blow. 
 
 •  Glory,  honour,  power,  and  blessing, 
 Be  unto  the  Father  given: 
 Sing  his  praises  without  ceasing, 
 Sons  of  earth,  and  hosts  of  heaven. 
 
816  SPIRirUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Glory  be  to  Christ  the  Saviour, 
 
 Who  hath  bought  us  with  his  blood: 
 
 Glory  to  the  blessed  Spirit, 
 Glory  to  the  mighty  God. 
 
 6§. 
 
 TWARK  !  how  the  Gospel  trumpet  sounds 
 -■-■-  Tlirough  all  tlie  world  the  echo  bounds 
 And  Jesus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
 Is  bringing-  sinners  home  to  God ; 
 And  guides  them  safely,  by  his  word. 
 To  endless  day. 
 
 2  Hail,  all-victorious,  conqu'ring  Lord, 
 By  all,  the  heavenly  hosts  ador'd  ! 
 Who  undertook  for  fallen  man, 
 
 And  brouglit  salvation  through  tliy  name, 
 That  we  witli  thee  might  live  and  reign. 
 In  endless  day. 
 
 3  Fight  on,  ye  conqu'ring  saints,  fight  on, 
 And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won. 
 Then  palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear. 
 And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share. 
 And  crowns  cf  glory  you  shall  wear. 
 
 In  endless  day. 
 
 4  Thy  blood,  dear  Jesus,  once  was  spilt, 
 To  save  our  souls  from  sin  and  guilt ; 
 And  sinners  now  may  come  to  God, 
 And  find  salvation  through  thy  blood, 
 And  sail  by  faith  upon  that  flood, 
 
 To  endless  day. 
 
 5  Through  storms  and  calms  by  faith  we  steei 
 By  feeb'e  hope  and  gloomy  fear ; 
 
 Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan's  sliore, 
 Where  sin  and  sorrow  are  no  more. 
 We  '11  shout,  our  trials  are  all  o'er, 
 To  endless  day. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  3I7 
 
 There  we  shall  in  sweet  chorus  ioin, 
 With  saints  and  angels  all  com^'ne. 
 To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love, 
 When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 
 And  this  shall  be  our  theme  above, 
 In  endless  day. 
 
 W.  C.  TiLLou.]    69.     The  Eden  of  Love. 
 
 HOW  sweet  to  reflect   on   those  joys   that 
 await  me, 
 In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest. 
 Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome  shall  greet 
 me, 
 And   lead   me  to  mansions  prepared   for  the 
 blest; 
 Encircled  in  light,  and  with  glory  enshrouded, 
 My  happiness,  perfect,  my  mind's  sky  unclouded, 
 I'll  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded, 
 And  range  with  delight  through  the  Eden  of 
 Love. 
 While   angelic  legions,  with  harps   tuned   celes- 
 tial, 
 Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 
 The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  regions  terres 
 trial, 
 In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise: 
 Then  songs  to  the   Lamb  shall  reecho  througb 
 
 heaven, 
 My  soul  will  respond,  To  Immanuel  be  given 
 IH  glory,  all  honour,  all  might  and  dominion. 
 Who  brought  us  through  grace  to   the   Edcb 
 of  Love. 
 Then  hail,  blessed  state!  hail,  ye  songsters  c/ 
 glory ! 
 Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soon  PU  meet  you  abov«* 
 And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story 
 
18  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 'Salvation  from  sorrow,  through  Jesus  s  love' 
 Though  'prison'd  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation. 
 Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation, 
 Of  joys  that  await  me,  when  freed  from  prolia 
 tion; 
 My    heart's    now   in    Heaven,   the   Eden    (  ■ 
 Jjove. 
 
 70.     An  interest  in  Christ. 
 
 AND  can  it  be  that  I  should  gain 
 An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood  1 
 Died  he  for  me,  who  caused  his  pain  1 
 For  me,  who  him  to  death  pursued  1 
 Amazing  love,  how  can  it  be, 
 That  thou,  my  Lord,  shouldst  die  for  me  I 
 
 f  'Tis  mystery  all!     The  Immortal  dies! 
 Who  can  explore  his  strange  design! 
 In  vain  the  first-born  seraph  tries 
 
 To  sound  the  depths  of  love  divine! 
 'Tis  mercy  ail!  let  earth  adore: 
 Let  angel-minds  inquire  no  more. 
 
 3  He  left  his  Father's  throne  above; 
 
 (So  free,  so  infinite  his  grace '^ 
 Emptied  himself  of  all  but  love, 
 
 And  bled  for  Adam's  helpless  race: 
 'Tis  mercy  all,  immense  and  free, 
 For,  O  my  God,  it  found  out  me! 
 
 4  Long  my  imprison'd  spirit  lay, 
 
 Fast  bound  in  sin  and  nature's  night: 
 Thine  eye  diffused  a  quickening  ray; 
 
 I  woke;  the  dungeon  flamed  with  light 
 My  chains  fell  off,  my  heart  was  free, 
 I  rose,  went  forth,  and  follow'd  thee. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  ;^1^ 
 
 b  No  condemnation  now  I  dread, 
 Jesus,  and  all  in  him,  is  mine! 
 Alive  in  him,  my  living  Head, 
 
 And  clothed  in  righteousness  divine, 
 Bold  I  approach  the  eternal  throne. 
 And  claim  the  crown,  through  Christ  my  o-wr 
 
 TO.     Secoxh  Part. 
 
 Wait  on  the  Lord:  be  of  good  courage. 
 
 ri'^ HOUGH  clouds  arise,  and  dim  the  sijght 
 X    And  darkest  storms  impend, 
 Our  God  will  yet  restore  the  light; 
 fle'll  make  the  rising  moment  bright, 
 And  sV  ow  himself  our  friend. 
 
 %   What  though  a  thousand  foes  invade, 
 And  aim  to  break  our  peace; 
 Let  but  our  prayers  to  him  be  made. 
 He'll  swiftly  bring  resistless  aid, 
 And  make  the  tumult  cease. 
 
 ^  Then  let  us  yield  no  more  to  grief; 
 A  gracious  God  will  rise; 
 On  wings  of  love  he'll  bring  relief, 
 Exceed  our  hopes,  assuage  our  grief, 
 And  dry  our  weeping  eyes. 
 
 CowpER.]     •71.     7's. 
 Loved  thou  me?     John  xxi.  16. 
 
 HARK,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord; 
 'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word, 
 Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee. 
 Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  mel 
 
 2  'I  4eliver'd  thee  when  bound. 
 
 Ana  when  wounded,  heal'd  thy  woiind, 
 
320  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Souglit  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right 
 Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 
 
 3  '  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
 Cease  toward  tlie  child  she  bare  f 
 Yes,  she  may  forgctt'ul  be, 
 
 Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 
 
 4  '  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
 Higher  than  the  heights  above. 
 Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath  • 
 Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 
 
 5  '  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
 When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
 Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be — 
 Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me?' 
 
 6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint. 
 That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint; 
 Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore ; 
 
 O,  for  grace  to  love  thee  more'. 
 
 72.    8,7. 
 tXARK!  the  Gospel  trumpet's  sounding  j 
 -^-*-  Sinners,   hear  the  call,  and  come  ; 
 Christ,  in  pard'ning  love  abounding. 
 
 Now  invites  the  weary  home. 
 Turn  to  the  Lord,  and  seek   salvation ; 
 
 So"nd  the   praise  of  his  dear  name ; 
 Glory  I    honour  I    adoration  I 
 
 Jesus  Christ  to   save  us  came. 
 i  Though  your  crimes  have  reach'd  to  heavw 
 
 And  of  deepest  dye  appear; 
 Ask,  and  they  shall  be  forgiven, 
 
 Seek,  and  you  shall  find  him  near, 
 ^  '^'ftst  your  load  of  gpilt  behind  you; 
 
 T)  the  Lord  for  mercy  flee; 
 Though  the  strongest  fetters  bind  yoo, 
 
 Jesus  Christ  caji  set  you  free. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  321 
 
 Turn,  dear  sinners,  turn  to  Jesus, 
 
 Bow  your  hearts  unto  his  call; 
 See  your  loving,  bleeding  Saviour, 
 
 Waiting  to  receive  you  all. 
 Free  from  hell's  eternal  prison ; 
 
 Unbelief's  tormenting  chain ; 
 Free  from  endless  woe,  perdition ; 
 
 Free  from  everlasting  pain! 
 Broken  hearts,  with  sin  distrest. 
 
 Come  to  Jesus,  come  to-day ; 
 Poor  and  needy,  lost  and  wretched; 
 
 Come,  you  need  not  stay  away. 
 Hark  !    ye  blind,  the  Saviour  calls  you  , 
 
 Wait  no  longer ;  there  is  roon* ; 
 Cast  your  rags  of  sin  behind  yoa ; 
 
 Rise  I   the  Saviour  bids  you  come. 
 Angels,  join  with  saints  forgiven ; 
 
 Sound  the  praise  of  Jesus'  name ! 
 Let  the  world,  the  church,  and  heaven 
 
 Sweetly  echo  with  the  theme. 
 Glory  I    honour  !    and  salvation  ! 
 
 To  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain  ! 
 Honour  I   praise  !    and  adoration  ! 
 
 Reign,  sweet  Jesus !   ever  reign ! 
 
 T3. 
 
 HARK !   the  jubilee  is  sounding 
 O,  the  joyful  news  is  come ; 
 Free  salvation  is  proclaimed. 
 
 In  and  through  God's  only  Son ; 
 Now  we  have  an  invitation 
 
 To  the  meek   and  lowly  Lamb; 
 Glory,  honour,  and  salvation, 
 
 Christ,  the  Lord,  is  come  to  reign 
 8  Come,  dear  friends,  and  don't  neglect  it« 
 Come  to  Jesus  in  your  prime; 
 21' 
 
332  SPIRITUAL  SOiNCib. 
 
 Great  salvation,  don't  reject  it, 
 O,  receive  it,  now's  your  time, 
 
 Now  the  Saviour  is  beginning 
 To  revive  his  works  again. 
 Glory,  honour,  &c. 
 
 3  Now  let  each  one  cease  from  sinning. 
 
 Come  and  follow  Christ,  the  way ; 
 We  shall  all  receive  a  blessing. 
 
 If  from  him  wo  do  not  stray. 
 Golden  moments  we've  neglected, 
 
 O,  the  time  we've  spent  in  vain  ! 
 Glory,  honour,  &e. 
 
 4  Come,  let  us  run  our  race  with  patience, 
 
 Looking  unto  Christ,  the  Lord, 
 Who  dotii  live  and  reign  for  ever. 
 
 With  his  Father  and  our  God  ; 
 He  is  worthy  to  be  praised. 
 
 He  is  our  exalted  Kin^ 
 Glory,  honour,  &.c. 
 
 5  Come,  dear  children,  praise  your  Jesus, 
 
 Praise  him,  praise  him  ever  more ; 
 iVIay  his  great  love  now  constrain  us. 
 
 His  great  name  for  to    adore ; 
 O,  then  let  us  join  together, 
 
 Crowns  of  glory  to  obtain. 
 Glory,  honour,  &c. 
 
 74. 
 
 HE  comes,  he  comes,  his  kingdom  here. 
 The  seventh  trumpet  speaks  him  ne^r 
 The  lightnings  tlash,  his  tliunders  roll, 
 He*s  welcome  to  the  faithful  soul. 
 Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome, 
 He's  welcome  to  the  faithlul   soul. 
 From  heaven  angelic  voices  sound. 
 See  the  almighty  Jesus  crown'd 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  3Sfc, 
 
 Girl  with  omnipotence  and  grace. 
 And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face 
 
 Glory,  glory,  &c. 
 'i  Descending  on  his  azure  throne, 
 He  claims  the  kingdom  for  his  own  ; 
 The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
 And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord. 
 
 Hail  him,  hail  him,  &c. 
 
 4  Shout,  all  ye  people   oi  me  sky, 
 And  all  the  saints  of  the  Most  High 
 Our  God,  who  now  his  right  obtaina 
 For  ever  and  for  ever,  reigns ; 
 Ever,  ever,  ever,  ever. 
 
 For  ever  and  for  ever  reigns. 
 
 5  The  Father  bless,  the  Son  adore. 
 The  Spirit  praise  for  evermore  ; 
 Salvation's  glorious  work  is  done, 
 
 We  welcome  the  great  Three  in  One, 
 Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome, 
 We  welcome  the  great  Three  in  One. 
 
 Watts.]     75.     L.  M 
 tXE  dies !   the  friend  of  sinners  dies ! 
 -■--^  Lo  I    Salem's  daughters  weep  around 
 A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies, 
 
 A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  ; 
 Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 
 
 For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load 
 He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
 
 A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 
 Here 's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree ; 
 
 The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men ; 
 But  lo  !    what  sudden  joys  we  see, 
 
 Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again ! 
 The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb, 
 
 Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies ; 
 
824  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Cherubic  legions  c^uard  him  home, 
 
 And  shout  him  welcome  through  the  ski6« 
 
 3  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
 
 How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns; 
 Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
 
 And  led  ihe  monster,  Death,  in  chains; 
 Say,  'Live  for  ever,  wondrous  King, 
 
 Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save;' 
 Then  ask  the  monster,  'Where's  thy  stirg! 
 
 And  Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ? 
 
 ^6.     Christ  a  Refuge, 
 
 TO  the  haven  of  thy  breast, 
 0  Son  of  Man,  I  fly ! 
 Be  my  refuge  and  my  rest, 
 
 For  O!  the  storm  is  high! 
 Save  me  from  the  furious  blast: 
 A  covert  from  the  tempest  be! 
 Hide  me,  Jesus,  till  o'erpast 
 The  storm  of  sin  \  see. 
 
 2  Welcome  as  the  water-spring 
 
 To  a  dry,  barren  place; 
 0  descend  on  me,  and  bring 
 
 Thy  sweet  refreshing  grace! 
 O'e''  a  parch'd  and  weary  land. 
 
 As  a  great  rock  extends  its  shade, 
 Hide  me.  Saviour,  with  thy  hand. 
 
 And  screen  my  naked  head. 
 
 3  In  the  time  of  my  distress. 
 
 Thou  hast  my  succour  been, 
 In  my  utter  helplessness 
 
 Restraining  me  from  sin; 
 0  how  swiftly  didst  thou  move 
 
 To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour! 
 Still  protect  me  with  thy  love. 
 
 And  shield  me  with  thy  power 
 
SPIRITUAL  S0NG8,  3^5 
 
 4  First  and  last  in  me  perform 
 
 The  work  thou  hast  begun: 
 Be  my  sheUer  from  the  storm, 
 
 My  shadow  from  tlie  sun : 
 Weary,  parch'd  with  thirst,  wid  faint. 
 
 Till  thou  the  abiding  Spirit  breathe. 
 Every  moment,  Lord,  I  want 
 
 The  merit  of  thy  death. 
 
 5  Never  shall  I  want  it  less, 
 
 When  thou  the  gift  hast  given, 
 Fill'd  me  with  thy  righteousness, 
 
 And  seal'd  the  heir  of  heaven; 
 I  shall  hang  upon  my  God, 
 
 Till  I  thy  perfect  glory  see; 
 Till  the  sprinkUng  of  thy  blood 
 
 Shall  speak  me  up  to  thee. 
 
 •yT.     The  Banquet  above. 
 
 COME,  let  us  ascend. 
 My  companion  and  friend. 
 To  a  taste  of  the  banquet  above' 
 If  thy  heart  be  as  mine, 
 If  for  Jesus  it  pine. 
 Come  up  into  the  chariot  of  love. 
 
 2  Who  in  Jesus  confide. 
 We  are  bold  to  outride 
 
 The  storms  of  affliction  beneath 
 With  the  prophet  we  soar 
 To  the  heavenly  shore, 
 
 A  nd  oulfly  all  the  arrows  of  death 
 
 3  By  faith  vre  are  come 
 To  our  permanent  home, 
 
 By  hope  we  the  rapture  improve; 
 By  love  we  still  rise, 
 And  look  down  on  the  skies, 
 
 For  the  heaven  of  heavens  is  lov« 
 
326  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 4   Who  on  earth  can  conceive 
 
 How  hapj)y  we  live 
 In  the  palace  of  God  the  great  King* 
 
 What  a  concert  of  praise, 
 
 When  our  Jesus's  grace, 
 The  whole  heavenly  company  sing' 
 6  What  a  rapturous  song, 
 
 When  the  glorified  throng 
 In  the  spirit  of  harmony  join; 
 
 Join  all  the  glad  choirs, 
 
 Hearts  voices,  and  lyres, 
 And  the  burden  is  mercy  divine. 
 
 6  Hallelujah,  they  cry, 
 To  the  King  of  the  sky. 
 
 To  the  great  everlasting  I  AM; 
 
 To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
 
 And  that  liveth  again, 
 Hallelujah  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 
 
 7  Our  foreheads  proclaim 
 His  inetfable  name; 
 
 Our  bodies  his  glory  display; 
 
 A  day  without  night, 
 
 We  feast  in  his  sight; 
 And  eternity  seems  as  a  day. 
 
 T*7«     Secovi)   Part. 
 
 ALTj  hail,  thou  great  Immanuel, 
 Thy  love,  thy  glory,  who  can  tell ' 
 Angels,  and  all  the  heavenly  host, 
 Are  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 
 
 %  Among  a  thousand  forms  of  love, 
 In  which  he  shines  and  smiles  above. 
 This  with  peculiar  joy  we  view, 
 He's  David's  root  and  ofTspring  too. 
 
 3  There  Jesus,  in  the  glorious  plan, 
 
 Shines,  the  great  God,  the  wondrous  man 
 As  God,  the  root  of  all  our  bliss. 
 As  man,  the  branch  of  righteousness. 
 
spiRITr/tl,  SOXiiS.  327 
 
 All  hail,  ihuu  dear  rcdrrmini;   Lord! 
 
 All  hail,  thou  co-essential  word! 
 
 All  hail,  thou  root  and  branch  divine! 
 
 A 11  bail,  and  be  the  glory  thine ! 
 
 T§.    CM. 
 
 HOW  glorious  is  our  heavenly   King 
 Who  reigns  above  tlie  sky  ! 
 How  shall  a  child  presume  to  sing 
 His  dreadful  majesty  I 
 
 2  How  great  his  power  is,  none  can  tell, 
 
 Nor  think  how  large  his  grace ; 
 Not  men  below  nor  saints  that  dwell 
 On  higli,  before  his  face  ; 
 
 3  Not  angels,  that  stand  round  the  Lord. 
 
 Can  search  his  secret  will ; 
 But  they  perform  his  heavenly  word, 
 And  sing  his  praises  still. 
 
 4  Then  let  me  join  this  holy  train, 
 
 And  my  first  ofF'ring  bring ; 
 Th'  eternal  God  will  not  disdain 
 To  hear  an  infant  sing. 
 
 5  My  heart  resolves,  my  tongue  obeys. 
 
 And  angels  shall  rejoice. 
 To  hear  their  mighty  Maker's  praise 
 Soimd  from  a  feeble  voice. 
 
 ■79. 
 
 HOW  happy  are  they, 
 Who  their  Saviour  obey. 
 Who  have  laid  up  ^iicir  treasure  above 
 Tongue  cannot  express 
 The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
 Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 
 
826  SPIRITLAL  SONG& 
 
 8       That  comfort  was  mine, 
 
 Wlicn  the  favour  divine 
 I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb 
 
 When  first  I  believ'd, 
 
 O,  what  a  joy  I  receiv'd  1 
 What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name  I 
 
 3  'Twas  a  heaven  below. 
 My  Jesus  to  know ; 
 
 The  angels  could  do  nothing  more. 
 
 Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 
 
 And  the  story  repeat, 
 And  the  Saviour  of  sinners  adore. 
 
 4  Jesus,  all  the  day  long. 
 Was  my  joy  and  my  song  ; 
 
 '  O,  that  all  liis  salvation  may  see  : 
 He  hath  lov'd  me,'  I  cried, 
 'He  hath  sufter'd  and  died. 
 
 To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me.' 
 
 5  On  tlie  wings  of  his  love, 
 I  was  carried  above 
 
 All  sin  and  temptation  and  pain ; 
 
 I  could  not  believe, 
 
 That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
 That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 
 
 6  But  where  am  I  now  ? 
 When  was  it,  or  how. 
 
 That  I  fell  from  a  sense  of  his  grace  ■? 
 
 I  am  brought  into  thrall, 
 
 As  if  stript  of  my  all, 
 And  have  lost  the  sweet  smiles  of  his  face 
 
 7  Hardly  yet  do   I  know 
 How  I  let  my  Lord  go. 
 
 So  insensibly  starting  aside, 
 When  the  tempter  came  in. 
 With  his  own  subtle  sin, 
 
 And  infected  my  sjarit  with  pride. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  829 
 
 To  the  fountain  I'll  go, 
 
 Which  so  freely  did  flow 
 From  the  heart  of  my  Lord  when  ho  died, 
 
 O,  my   Lord  and  my  God, 
 
 Let  the  water  and  blood 
 Be  again  to  my  conscience  applied. 
 
 Never  more  would  I  stray 
 
 From  my  Jesus,  my  Way, 
 But  follow  the  Lamb  till  I  die; 
 
 Let  me  take  up  my  cross. 
 
 And  count  all  things  as  dross, 
 'i'ill  I  meet  with  my  God  in  the  sky. 
 
 SO.     Heir  of  Salvation. 
 
 AWAY  with  our  fears! 
 The  glad  morning  appears, 
 When  an  heir  of  salvation  was  bom! 
 From  Jehovah  I  came. 
 For  his  glory  I  am, 
 And  to  him  I  with  singing  return. 
 
 2  Thee,  Jesus,  alone, 
 The  Fountain  I  own, 
 
 Of  my  life  and  felicity  here: 
 
 And  cheerfully  sing. 
 
 My  Redeemer  and  King, 
 Till  his  sign  m  the  heavens  appear. 
 
 3  With  thanks  I  rejoice 
 In  thy  fatherly  choice 
 
 Of  my  state  and  condition  below: 
 
 If  of  parents  I  came, 
 
 Who  honoured  thy  name, 
 Twas  thy  wisdom  appointed  it  so. 
 
 4  I  sing  of  thy  grace, 
 From  my  earUest  days, 
 
 Ever  near  to  allure  and  defend; 
 
330  SPIRITl'Al.  SONGS. 
 
 •  Hitherto  hast  thou  been 
 
 My   preserver  from  sin, 
 And  I  trust  thou  wilt  save  to  the  end 
 b  O  the  infinite  cares 
 
 And  temptations  and  snares, 
 'J  hv  hand  hath  conducted  me  through 
 
 0  the  blessings  bestowed 
 By  a  bountiful  God, 
 
 And  the  mercies  eternally  new. 
 
 6  What  a  mercy  is  this, 
 What  a  heaven  of  bliss, 
 
 How  unspeakably  happy  am  I! 
 
 Gather'd  into  thy  fold, 
 
 With  thy  people  enroll'd, 
 With  thy  people  to  live  and  to  die. 
 
 7  O  the  goodness  of  God, 
 In  employing  a  clod, 
 
 His  tribute  of  glory  to  raise; 
 
 His  standard  to  bear. 
 
 And  with  triumph  declare 
 His  unspeakable  riches  of  grace! 
 
 8  O  the  fathomless  love. 
 That  has  deign'd  to  approve, 
 
 And  prosper  the  work  of  ni}    hands! 
 With  my  pastoral  crook 
 
 1  went  over  the  brook, 
 
 And  behold  I  am  spread  into  bands! 
 
 9  Who,  I  ask  in  amaze. 
 Hath  begotten  me  these? 
 
 And  inquire  from  what  quarter  Ciey  ca 
 My   full  heart  it  replies, 
 They  are  born  from  the  skies. 
 
 And  gives  glory  to  God  and  the  Lam  I' 
 
 10  All  honour  and  praise 
 To  the  Father  of  grace, 
 
 To  the  Spirit  and  Son,  I  returr ' 
 
 J 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  331 
 
 The  business  pursue 
 He  halh  made  me  to  do, 
 And  ri'joice  that  I  ever  was  born. 
 
 1 1   My  remnant  of  days 
 
 I  spend  in  his  praise, 
 Who  died  the  whole  world  to  redeem: 
 
 Be  they  many  or  few. 
 
 My  days  are  his  due, 
 And  they  all  are  devoted  to  him. 
 
 SI.     Chris fs  comfort  for  the  church. 
 
 OZION!  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave, 
 Whom    no   man  can    comfort,  whom   no 
 man  can  save; 
 With  darkness  surrounded,  by  terrors  disraay'd, 
 In  toiling  and  rowing  thy  strength  is  decay'd. 
 Loud  roaring,  the  billows  now  nigh  overwhelm, 
 But  skiiful's  the  Pilot,  who  sits  at  the  helm; 
 His  wisdom  conducts  thee,  his  power  thee  defends. 
 In  safety  and  quiet  thy  weu-fare  he  ends. 
 
 '0  fearful!  O  faithless!'  in  mercy  he  cries; 
 'My  promise,  my   truth,  are  they  light  in  thine 
 
 eyes  ] 
 Still,  still  I  am  with  thee,  my  promise  shall  stand. 
 Through  tempest  and  tossing,   I'll  bring  thee  to 
 
 land. 
 'Forget  thee,  I  vnll  not,  I  cannot; — thy  name 
 Engraved  on  my  heart  doth  for  ever  remiiin! 
 The  palms  of  my  hands  while  I  look  on,  I  see 
 The  wounds  I  received,  when  suffering  for  tlu-e. 
 '  1  feel  at  my  heart  all  thy  sighs  and  thy  groans, 
 For  thou  art  most    near   me,  my  flesh    and    my 
 
 bones; 
 In  all  thy  distresses  thy  head  feels  the  pain; 
 Vet  all  are  most  needful,  not  one  is  in  vain 
 
832  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 6  'Then  trust  me,  and  fear  not;  thy  life  is  secui"* 
 My  witJom  is  perfect,  supreme  is  my   power: 
 In  love  I  correct  ihee,  thy  soul  to  refine, 
 To    make    thee    a;    length    in    my   likeness   ta 
 shine. 
 
 HOW  happy  s  every  child  of  grace, 
 Who  feels  nis  sins   forgivcr: ! 
 This  world,  lie  cries,  is  not  my  place 
 
 I  seek  a  place  in  heaven 
 A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 
 
 Yet,  O!    by  faith  I  sec 
 The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 
 A  heaven  prej)ar'd   for  me. 
 
 2  A  stranger  in  this  world  below, 
 
 I  calmly  sojourn  here ; 
 Nor  can  its  happiness  or  woe 
 
 Provoke  my  hope  or  fear. 
 Its  evils  in  a  moment  end, 
 
 Its  joys  as  soon  are  past : 
 But,  O  I    the  bliss  to  which  I  tend. 
 
 Eternally  sliall  last. 
 
 3  To  that  Jerusalem  above, 
 
 With  sing-ing-,  I'll  repair  ; 
 While  in  the  flesh,  by  hope  and  love 
 
 My  heart  and  soul  arc  tlicre. 
 There  my  exalted  Saviour  stands. 
 
 My  merciful  Hig;li   Priest, 
 And  still  extends  his  wounded  hands, 
 
 To  take  me  to  his  breast. 
 
 4  What  is  there  here  to  court  my  stav, 
 
 And  keep  me  back  from  home, 
 W^iicn  angels  beckon  me  away 
 
 And  Jesus  bids  me  come  ? 
 Shall  I  regret  my  parted  friends. 
 
 Here  in  this  vale  confin'd  ? 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  3^3 
 
 Nay,  Lut  whene'er  my  soul  ascends, 
 They  will  not  stay  behind. 
 
 5  The  race  "ive  all  arc  running  now. 
 
 And  if  I  first  attain, 
 They  too  tlicir  willing  heads  shall  6o\» 
 
 They  too  the  prize  shall  gain. 
 Now  on  the  brink  of  death  I  stand. 
 
 And  if  I  pass  before, 
 They  too  shall  all  escape  to  land, 
 
 AJnd  hail  me  on  tliat  shore. 
 
 6  Then  let  me  suddenly  remove. 
 
 That  hidden  life  to  share; 
 I  shall  not  lose  my  friends   above, 
 
 But  more  enjoy  them  there. 
 There  we  in  Jesus'  praise  shall  join. 
 
 His  boundless  love  proclaim, 
 And  solemnize,  in  songs   divine, 
 
 The  marriage  of  the  Lamb. 
 
 7  O,  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours, 
 
 While  here  on  earth  we  stay  I 
 We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  power* 
 
 And  antedate  that  day ; 
 We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 
 
 Our  life  in  Clirist  conceal'd, 
 And  with  his  glorious  presence  here. 
 
 Our  earthen  vessel 's  fill'd. 
 
 8  O,  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow. 
 
 Then  let  this  vessel  break. 
 And  let  my  ransom'd  spirit  go, 
 
 To  grasp  the  God  I  seek; 
 In  rapturous  awe  on  him  to  gaze. 
 
 Who  bought  that  sight  for  me, 
 And  shout,  and  wonder  at  his  grace, 
 
 Through  all  eternity. 
 
1134  SPr RITUAL  SONUS 
 
 Nkwton.J    83. 
 The  good  Physician. 
 
 HOW  lost  was  my  condition, 
 Till  Jesus  made  me  whole! 
 There  is  but  one  Physician 
 Can  cure  a  sin-sick   soul. 
 Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 
 
 And  snatched  me  from  the    giav« 
 To  tell  to  all  around  me, 
 
 His  wondrous  power  to  save. 
 
 2  The  worst  of  all  diseases, 
 
 Is  liglit,  compar'd  with  sin; 
 On  every  part  it  seizes, 
 
 But  rages  most  within. 
 'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever, 
 
 And  madness  all  combin'd ; 
 And  none  but  a  believer, 
 
 The  least  relief  can  find. 
 
 3  From  men  great  skill  professing 
 
 I  thought  a  cure  to  gain  ; 
 But  this  proved  more  distressing, 
 
 And  added  to  my  pain. 
 Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 
 
 Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
 Thus  every  refuge  fail'd  me. 
 
 And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd 
 
 4  At  length  this  great  Physician, 
 
 (How  matchless  is  his  grace  I; 
 Beheld  my  lost  condition. 
 
 And  undertook  my  case. 
 First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him. 
 
 For  sin  my  eyes  had  seal'd; 
 Then  bade  me  look  unto  him— 
 
 I  look'd,  and  I  was  heal'd. 
 
 5  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 
 
 Seen  by  tlie  cje  of  faith. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  33& 
 
 At  oJice  from  dang-cr  frees  us, 
 And  ^aves  the  soul  from  death. 
 
 Cc.Tie,  then,  to  this  Physician, 
 His  help  he'll  freely  give ; 
 
 He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
 'Tis  only,  look  and  live. 
 
 84.    CM. 
 
 The   inspired  word  a  system  of  knowledgi  and 
 joy-     Psalms  cxix.  lOo."* 
 
 HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
 By  inspiration  given  ; 
 Brigiit  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
 To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 
 
 2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 
 
 In  this  dark  vale  of  tears; 
 Life,  light  and  joy  it  still  imparts. 
 And  quells  our  rising  fears. 
 
 3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 
 
 Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way. 
 Till  we  behold  the   clearer  light 
 Of  an  eternal  day. 
 
 H 
 
 Newton,  j     §5.     L.  M. 
 tVone  upon  earth  I  desire  beside  thee.   Ps.  Lxxiii.  25i 
 
 OW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours. 
 When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
 Sweet    prospects,    sweet    birds,    and    sweei 
 flowers. 
 Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  with  me  . 
 The  mid-summer  sun  shines  but  dim, 
 
 The  fields  strive  m  vain  to  look  gay; 
 But  when  I  am  happy  in  Him, 
 December 's  as  pleasant  as  May. 
 "2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
 And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice; 
 
as  SKMIITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Hie  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
 
 And  makes  all  witliin  me  rejoiee. 
 I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh 
 
 Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear  ; 
 Nor  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 
 
 My  summer  would  last  all  the  year 
 3  Content  with  beholding  his  face. 
 
 My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd, 
 No  changes  of  season  or  place 
 
 Would  »make  any  change  in  my  mind 
 While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 
 
 A  palace  a  toy  would  appear. 
 And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
 
 If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there 
 I  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine. 
 
 If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song 
 Say,  why  do  I  languish  and    pine. 
 
 And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
 O,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky 
 
 Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore ; 
 Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 
 
 Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more 
 
 86. 
 
 HOW  vam  are  the  pleasures  of  time  I 
 How  fond  are  vain  mortals  of  life ; 
 There's  naught  but  tlie  heavens  sublime, 
 
 There  s  naught  but  confusion  and  strife 
 My  wife,  the  dear  bride  of  my  youth. 
 
 Lies  panting  and  gasping  for  breath, 
 More  pleas'd  with  the  bee  uties  of  truth. 
 
 And  blest  in  th'  embraces  of  death. 
 Her  struggles  are  long  and  severe, 
 
 While  struggling  and    cooing  she  smiles, 
 Saying,  'Jesus  hath  made  me  his  care, 
 
 I  soon  shall    f)rget  all  my  toils.' 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  337 
 
 She  calls  for  the  chariots  of  Christ- 
 How  slowly  tlicy  move  on  their  way 
 How  long,  my  Lord  Jesus,  she  cries. 
 
 How  long  have  I  iiere  yet  to  stay  ? 
 Still  Jesus  is  faitliful  to  me, 
 
 He  pities  the  pains  now  I  feel ; 
 I  shall  not  stay  out  his  decree, 
 
 He  gives  me  his  love  as  a  seal. 
 Farewell,  my  dear  husband,  said  she ; 
 
 Now  from  your  kind  bosom  I  leap, 
 With  Jesus,  my  Bridegroom,  to  be  ; 
 
 My  flesh  in  the  tomb  then  shall  slefp. 
 And  thus  she  continued  to  cry 
 
 For  patience  to  wait  for  the  word, 
 Till  at  length  she  did  leap  and  did  fly. 
 
 For  ever  to  dwell  with  tlic  Lord- 
 Now,  like  a  disconsolate  dove, 
 
 I'm  left  all  alone  here  to  mourn  ; 
 O,  may  the  kind  powers  above. 
 
 Show  pity  to  me  while  alone. 
 (  look  through  the  rooms  of  my.  house. 
 
 Each  door  on  its  hinges  doth  mourn; 
 In  searching  I  find  not  my  spouse, 
 
 Nor  will  she  to  me  e'er  return. 
 How  lonesome  my  table  to  me  I 
 
 How  empty  the  place  whrrp  °hc  "Ct! 
 What  lonesome  devotion  I  pay. 
 
 Where  once  we  so  sweetly  did  meet ! 
 But,  oh !  what  still  heightens  my  grie£ 
 
 My  sons  a  kind  mother  have  lost  ; 
 They  can't  go  to  her  for  relief; 
 
 O,  may  they  in  God  put  their  trust. 
 Wy  passion  will  lead  me  too  far ; 
 
 My  grief  I  will  leave  with  the  Lord 
 I  trust  I  will  shortly  go  where 
 
 Vain  pass'on  can't  flee  f-om  his   word 
 
 23 
 
338  SPIRITUAL  SONGS 
 
 87.     S.  M. 
 
 HOW  various  and  how  new, 
 Are  thy  compassions,    Lord  ? 
 Each  morning  siiall  thy  mercy  'show 
 Eacli  night  thy  truth  record. 
 i  Thy  goodness,  like  the  siui, 
 Dawn'd  on    our  early  days, 
 Ere  infant  reason  had  begun 
 To  form  our  lips  to  praise. 
 
 3  Each  object  we  beheld 
 
 Gave  pleasure  to  our  eyes ; 
 
 And  nature  all  our  senses  held, 
 
 In  bands  of  sweet  surprise. 
 
 4  But  pleasures  more  refui'd 
 
 Awaited  that  bless'd  day. 
 When  light  arose  upon   our  mind, 
 And  chas'd  our  fears  away. 
 
 5  How  new  thy  mercies  then  ! 
 
 How  sovereign  and  how  free  I 
 Our  souls  that  had  been  dead   in  sin, 
 Were  made  alive  to  thee. 
 
 f  Now  we  expect  a  day 
 
 Still  brighter  far  than  this, 
 When  death  shall  bear  our  souls  awaj 
 To  realms  of  light  and  bliss 
 
 7  There  rapturous  scenes  of  joy. 
 
 Shall  burst  upon  our  sight; 
 And  every  pain,  and  tear,  and  sigh, 
 Be  drown'd  in  endless  n'^ht 
 
 8  Beneath  thy   balmy  wing, 
 
 O,  Son  of  righteousness. 
 Our  happy  souls  shall  sit  and  sing 
 The  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Nor  shall  that  radiant  dav 
 
 So  joyfully  bcjrun, 
 In  evening  shadows  die  away 
 
 Beneath  the  setting  sun. 
 How  various  and   how  new 
 
 Are  thy  eompassions,  Lord  I 
 Eternity  tJiy  bve  shall  shew 
 
 And  all  thy  truth  record. 
 
 8§. 
 
 Christ  ever  lives  our  intercessor, 
 t  y   KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  livfs,' 
 
 -■-  What  comforts  this  sweet  sentence  given' 
 He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  de^d, 
 He  lives,  my  ever-living  head  1 
 He  lives,  triumphantly  and  brave, 
 He  lives,  eternally  to  save. 
 He  lives,  all  glorious  in  the  sky. 
 He  lives,  exalted  far  on  high  ! 
 He  lives,  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
 He  lives,  to  plead  my  cause  above, 
 He  lives,  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
 He  lives,  to  help  in  time  of  need. 
 He  lives,  to  give  me  full   supplies. 
 He  lives,  to  bless  me  with  his  eyes, 
 He  lives,  to  comfort  me  when   faint, 
 He  lives,  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint 
 He  lives,  to  crush  the  fiends  of  hell, 
 He  lives,  and  doth  within  me  dwell, 
 He  lives,  to  heal,  and  keep  me  whole, 
 He  lives,  to  guide  my  feeble    soul. 
 He  lives,  to  banish  all  my  fears, 
 He  lives,  to  wipe  away  my  tears, 
 He  lives,  to  calm  my  troubled  hean. 
 He  r.ves,  all  blessings  to  impart. 
 
340  SPIRT  rUAL  SONGS. 
 
 7  He  lives,  my  kind  and  gracious  friend, 
 He  lives,  and  loves  me  to  tlic  end ; 
 He  lives,  and  wliile  he  lives  I'll  sing, 
 He  lives,  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King 
 
 8  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his   name, 
 He  lives,  my  Jesus  still  the  same ; 
 O  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 
 *  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives.' 
 
 89. 
 
 T'LL  sing  my  Saviour's  grace, 
 -*-     And  his  dear  name  I'll  praise, 
 While  in  this  land  of  sorrow  I  remain 
 
 My  troubles  soon  will  end, 
 
 Then  will  my  soul  ascend. 
 Where  I  shall  hunger,  thirst,  nor  mourn  again 
 
 A  pilgrim  here  below. 
 
 In  this  vain  world  I  go ; 
 I  live  an  exile,  mourning  like  the  dove ; 
 
 My  days  with  sorrow  roll. 
 
 And  my  poor  weary  soul. 
 With  earnest  longing,  pants  to  mount  above 
 
 Though  few  my  days  have  been, 
 
 Much  trouble  I  Iwvo  seen, 
 And  deep  affliction  I  have  waded  through 
 
 For  thorny  is  the  way 
 
 To  everlasting  day ; 
 Yet  forward  do  I  press,  my  God  to  know. 
 
 Another  day  is  gone, 
 
 And  the  declining  sun 
 Has  veil'd  its  radiant  beams  in  silent  shade* 
 
 While  gloomy  darkness  reigns 
 
 O'er  the  extensive  plains, 
 And  awful  silence  close  tne  solemn  sceiM 
 
 Then  rapid  flies  away 
 
 The  next  succeeding  day, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS  341 
 
 And  life's  declining  light  draws  to  a  close, 
 
 This  life's  short,  setting  sun, 
 
 Will  soon  in  death  go  down, 
 And  lay  my  weary  limbs  in  sweet  repose, 
 
 6  On  eagles'  wings  of  love 
 I  sliall  tlien  mount  above, 
 
 And  find  my  passage  safe  to  endless  day 
 
 Then  happy,  sweet  surprise, 
 
 What  wonders  will  arise, 
 When  free  from  this  dull  clog  of  cumbrouf 
 clay  ! 
 
 7  O,  what  a  glorious  sight, 
 Mix'd  with  extreme  delight, 
 
 Will  strike  my  ravish'd  eye,  when  I  behold 
 
 Fair  Salem's  gates  appear, 
 
 And  I  a  drawing  near 
 To  those  bright  streets  of  pure,  transparent 
 gold! 
 
 •?       In  raptures  I  shall  blaze, 
 While  on  my  King  I  gaze, 
 Tlie    man  who    suifer'd,    groan'd   and    d'ed 
 for  me  ; 
 Who  bore  my  load  of  sin, 
 My  sorrow,  grief  and  pain. 
 To  make  me  happy  and  to  set  me  free. 
 
 9       To  living  fountains  then. 
 And  richest  pastures  green. 
 To  trees  of  Paradise  he'll  lead  his  lainbs ; 
 While  millions  faUing  down. 
 Prostrated  all  around. 
 And    at   his   footstool    cast    their    glitt'rinj 
 crowns. 
 
 10       The  heavenly  arches  ring, 
 Sing  Hallelujah  I  sing  ; 
 Hail,  ^oly,  holy,  holy,  bleeding  liamb. 
 
843  SPIRITUAL  SONGS 
 
 Once  we  were  dead  in  sin, 
 But  now  we  live  again, 
 And  glory,  glory,  glory  to  his  name. 
 
 90.     AJJlidion  sweetened. 
 
 WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 
 This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
 Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains. 
 And  long  to  fly  away. 
 
 8  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 
 The  whispers  of  his  love; 
 Sweet  to  look  upward,  to  the  place 
 Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 
 
 3  Sweet  to  look  back  and  see  my  name 
 
 In  life's  fair  book  set  down; 
 Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
 Eternal  joys  my  own. 
 
 4  Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 
 
 My  sins  on  Jesus  laid; 
 Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood 
 My  debt  of  suffering  paid. 
 
 ft  Sweet  in  his  righteousness  to  stand. 
 Which  saves  from  second  death; 
 Sweet  to  experience,  day  by  day. 
 His  Spirit's  quickening  breath. 
 
 6  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest. 
 
 Whose  love  can  never  end; 
 Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace. 
 For  all  things  to  depend. 
 
 7  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streaiis, 
 
 What  must  the  fountain  be. 
 Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  blii 
 Immediately  from  thee! 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  343 
 
 Sw'AiN.]     90.     C.  M.     Second   Part. 
 
 HOW  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight 
 When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 
 In  one  another's  peace  deUght, 
 And  so  fulfil  his  word : — 
 
 2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh. 
 
 And  wiih  him  bear  a  part : 
 When  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye. 
 And  joy  from  heart  to  heart: — 
 
 3  When  free  from  envy,  scorn  and  pride, 
 
 Our  wishes  all  above, 
 Zach  can  his  brother's  faihngs  hide, 
 And  show  a  brother's  love. 
 
 4  Love  is  the  golden  chain,  that  binds 
 
 The  happy  souls  above ; 
 And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven,  who  finds 
 His  bosom  glow  with  love. 
 
 Dr.  Watts.]     91. 
 
 Converse  witfi  Christ. 
 
 I'M  tir'd  of  visits,  modes,  and  forms, 
 And  flatt'ries  paid  to  fellow  worms  , 
 Their  conversation  cloys, 
 Their  vain  amours  and  empty  stuff; 
 But  I  can  ne'er  enjoy  enough 
 
 Of  thy    sweet   company,   my  Lord,    ihcu 
 life  of  all  my  joys. 
 When  he  begins  to  tell  his  love, 
 Tlirough  every  view  my  passions  move. 
 
 The  captives  of  his  tongue ; 
 In  midnight  shades,  on  frosty  ground 
 1  could  attend  the  pleasing  sound, 
 
 Nor  should  I  feel  December  cold,  nor  thint 
 the  darkness  long. 
 
f  \4  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 3  There,  while  I  hear  my  Saviour,  Grod, 
 Count  o'er  my  sins  (a  heavy  load) 
 
 He  bore  upon  the  tree. 
 Inward  I  blush  with  secret  shame. 
 And  weep,  and  love,  and  bless  the  name 
 
 That  knew  not   guilt   nor  grief  his  own 
 but  bore  it  all  for  me. 
 
 4  Next,  he  describes  the  thorns  he  wore. 
 And  talks  his  bloody  passion  o'er. 
 
 Till  I  am  drown'd  in  tears ; 
 Vet,  with  a  sympathetic  smart. 
 There  's  a  strange  joy  beats  round  my  heart . 
 
 The   cursed   tree   has  blessings   in't,  my 
 sweetest  balm  it  bears. 
 
 5  I  hear  the  glorious  Suff'rer  tell. 
 How  on  the  cross  he  vanquish'd  hell. 
 
 And  all  the  powers  beneath ; 
 Transported  and  inspir'd,  my  tongue 
 Attempts  his  triumph  in  a  song, 
 
 How  hath  the  serpent  lost  his  sting  I  and 
 where  's  thy  victory,  death  ? 
 
 6  But  when  he  shows  his  hands,  his  heart, 
 And  those  dear  prints  of  dying  smart. 
 
 He  sets  my  soul  on  fire  ; 
 Not  the  beloved  John  could  rest 
 With  more  delight  upon  that  breast, 
 
 Nor  Tliomas  pry  into  those  wounds  with 
 more  intense  desire. 
 
 7  Kindly  he  opes  to  me  his  ear, 
 
 And  bids  me  pour  my  sorrows  there. 
 
 And  tell  him  all  my  pains; 
 Thus,  while  I  ease  my  burden'd  heart. 
 In  every    >'oe  he  belrs  a  part ; 
 
 His  arms  embrace  me,  and  his  hand  mj 
 drooping  head  sustains. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SnJNGS.  34ft 
 
 Rtland.]     92.     C.  M. 
 rN  aU  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 
 JL  My  journey  I'll  pursue: 
 Hinder  me  not,  ye  inuch-lov'd  saints, 
 For  I  must  go  with  you. 
 8  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 
 I'll  follow  where  he  goes; 
 Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry, 
 Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 
 
 3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 
 
 I'll  go  at  his  command; 
 Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
 To  my  Immanuel's  land. 
 
 4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 
 
 Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, 
 Hinder  me  not!  come,  welcome  death! 
 I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 
 
 93.     A  lively  hope. 
 
 SWEET  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope. 
 That  when  my  change  shall  come. 
 Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed. 
 And  waft  my  spirit  homo. 
 
 2  There  shall  my  disembodied  soul 
 View  Jesus  and  adore: 
 Be  with  his  likeness  satisfied, 
 And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 
 
 4  Shall  see  him  wear  that  very  flesh 
 On  which  my  guilt  was  lain; 
 His  love  intense,  his  merit  fresh. 
 As  though  but  newly  slain. 
 
 4  Soon  too  my  slumbering  dust  shall  hear 
 The  trimpet's  quickening  sound, 
 
340  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 And  by  my  Saviour's  power  rebuilt, 
 At  his  right  hand  be  found. 
 
 If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfo' Js, 
 Weak  as  it  is  below; 
 
 What  raptures  must  the  church  above 
 In  Jesus'  presence  know! 
 
 94. 
 
 TN  the  house  of  king  Duvid  a  fountain  die 
 -■-         spring, 
 
 For  sm  and  unclcanncss,  from  Jesus  our  King; 
 This  fountain   proves  heaUng  wlicnever   aj*- 
 
 plied ; 
 It  sprang  from  tlie  bowels  of  Christ  when  lie 
 
 died. 
 
 2  If  you  arc  polluted,  tJiis  water  makes  clean  ; 
 This  blood,  it  will  pardon,  and  free  from  all 
 
 sin  ; 
 AJid  Christ,  the  Physician,  hath  balm  to  apply, 
 A  balsam  for  healing ;  come,  venture  and  try. 
 
 3  If  you  are  o'erwhelm'd  with  mountaijis  of 
 
 guilt. 
 Come,  bathe  in  tliis  fountain,  for  sinners  'twas 
 
 spilt ; 
 Here  's  peace  for  your  conscience,  your  guilt 
 
 to  remove. 
 And  rivers  of  love,  your  affections  to  soothe. 
 
 4  If  you  are  distressed,  and  weary  of  sin, 
 This  fountJiin  stands  open,  come  now  venture 
 
 in; 
 Here  's  everything  needed  for  sinners  undone, 
 And  you  are  invited  and  welcome  to  come. 
 
 5  If  you  are  bemoaning  your  weakness  in  grace. 
 Tliis  fountain  standf  'eady,  'twill  answer  youi 
 
 case 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONOa  347 
 
 Come,  draw  when  you're  woary,  ;uid  drink 
 
 when  you're  dry  ; 
 It  was  lor  the  needy  tliat  Jesus  did  die. 
 
 6  Come,  you  who  have  batli'd  in  this  foujitain 
 
 of  love, 
 And  felt  all  the  burden  of  guilt  to  remov*', 
 Let's  join  to  praise  Jesus  as  long  as  wc  vc 
 
 breath. 
 And,  aflcr  we're  laid  in  tlie  dust  of  tiie  eartli 
 
 7  Then,   there  we  shall  sleep,  but  nut  always 
 
 rc.nain ; 
 We  look  for  the  coming  of  Jesus  again ; 
 And  when  we  behold  him,  we'll  lay  by  our 
 
 shrouds, 
 And  rise  to  meet  Jesus,  our  Lord,   in   the 
 
 clouds. 
 
 6  How  we  shall  be  fashion'd  it  doth  not  appear 
 
 But  wc  shall  be  like  him  approved  and  clear 
 
 And  that  blessed  hour  we'r*^  longing  to  see. 
 
 When  we  shall  be  perfectly  holy  as  he. 
 
 9  O,  then  he'll  receive  us  with  joy  and  great 
 
 mirtli, 
 Saying,  '  Welcome  my  jewels,  redeem'd  from 
 
 the  earth  !' 
 He'll  not  be  asham'd  to  call  us  his  bride. 
 More  precious  to  him  than  the  silver  that  'a 
 
 tried. 
 
 95.     L.  M. 
 
 I"  THIRST,  but  not  as  once  I  did 
 ■^  The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share; 
 Thy  wounds,  Immanuel,  all  forbid 
 That  I  should  seek  my  pleasures  there. 
 2  .t  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross. 
 
 First  weai'd  my  soul  from  earthly  thing? 
 
848  SPIRITUAL  SOJNGS. 
 
 And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 
 
 The  mirth  of  fools  aiid  pomp  of  kings 
 8  I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  thee, 
 
 That  quickens  all  things  when  it  flower 
 And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me 
 
 Bloom  like  the  myrtle  or  the  rose. 
 I  For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 
 
 The  notice  of  thy  Fathers  eye, 
 None  prove  less  grateful  to  his  care. 
 
 Or  yield  him  meaner  fruit  than  1. 
 
 96.     Public  Worship. 
 
 HOW  pleased  and  blest  was  I, 
 To  hear  the  people  cr)% 
 'Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day!' 
 Yes,  with  a  chef  rful  zeal. 
 We'll  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
 And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay 
 
 2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
 Adorn'd  with  wondrous  grace, 
 
 And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round 
 In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 
 To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 
 
 The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 
 
 3  There  David's  greater  Son 
 Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne; 
 
 He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  there 
 
 He  bids  the  saint  be  glad. 
 
 He  makes  the  sinner  sad, 
 And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 
 
 4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
 And  joy  within  thee  wait. 
 
 To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest: 
 The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 
 And  wishes  thine  increase, 
 
 A  thousand  blessings  v)n  him  rest 
 
SPIKITUAL.  8UNGS.  349 
 
 6  My    tongue   repeats   her   vows, 
 
 'Peace   to  this   sacred   house! 
 For   here    my  friends  and   kimlred   duell; 
 
 And   since  my  glorious   God 
 
 Makes   thee  his   blest  abode, 
 My  soul   shall   ever   love   thee  well. 
 
 97.    L.  M. 
 
 T'VE  listed  in  the  holy  war, 
 
 -■-  Content  with  sufF'ring  soldier's  fare^ 
 
 The   banner  o'er  my  head  is  love, 
 
 I  draw  my  rations  from  above. 
 
 2  I've  fought  through  many  a  battle  sure, 
 And  I  must  fight  through  many  more; 
 
 I  take  my  breast-plate,  sword  and  shield, 
 And  boldly  march  into  the  field. 
 
 3  The  world,  the  flesh,  and  Satan    too, 
 Unite  and  strive  what  they  can  do , 
 On  thee,  O  Lord,  I  humbly  call ; 
 Uphold  me  or  my  soul  must  fall. 
 
 t  I've   listed,  and  I  mean  to  fight. 
 Till  all  my  foes  are  put  to  flight; 
 And  when  the  victory  I  have  won, 
 I'll  give  the  praise  to  God  alone. 
 
 5  Come,  Fellow-Christians,  join  with  me 
 Come,  face  the  foe,  and  never  flee  ; 
 The  heavenly  battle  is  begun. 
 Come,  take  the  field  and  win  the  crown. 
 
 ■'  With  listing  orders  I  have  come  ; 
 Come  rich,  come  poor,  come  old  or  youn^ 
 Here  's  grace's  bounty,  Christ  has  given, 
 ^nd  glorious  crowns  laid  up  in  heaven 
 'Hir  Gen'ral,  he  is  gone  before, 
 And  you  may  draw  on  grace's  store ; 
 But,  if  you  will  not  list  and  fight. 
 You'll  sink  into  eternal  night 
 
350  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 9S. 
 
 Zion^s  prosperity. 
 
 OZION,  tune  thy  voice, 
 And  raise  thy  hands  on  high: 
 'IV'll  all  the  earth  thy  joyg, 
 And  boast  salvation  nigh. 
 Cheerful  in  God, 
 
 Arise  and  shine, 
 While  rays  divine 
 Stream  all  abroad. 
 
 2  He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 
 
 With  beams  that  cannot  fade; 
 His  all-resplendent  grace 
 He  pours  around  thy  head; 
 The  nations  round 
 
 Thy  form  shall  ^'iew, 
 With  lustre  new 
 Divinely  crown'd. 
 
 3  In  honour  to  his  name 
 
 Reflect  that  sacred  light; 
 And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 
 
 Which  makes  thy  darkness  brigit, 
 Pursue  his  praise, 
 
 Till  sovereign  love, 
 In  worlds  above, 
 The  glory  raise. 
 
 \  There  on  his  holy  hill 
 
 A  brighter  Sun  shall  rise, 
 And  with  his  radiance  fill 
 Those  fairer,  purer  skies; 
 While  round  his  throne 
 
 Ten  thousand  stars, 
 In  nobler  spheres. 
 His  influence  own. 
 
8PIKITUAL  SONGS.  ^51 
 
 9S.     Secowd  Part. 
 
 Zlon*s  increase  prayed  for. 
 
 1 1KD  thy  sword,  O  mighty  Saviour, 
 
 G 
 
 Make  the  word  of  truth  thy  car 
 Prosper  in  thy  course  triumphant, 
 All  success  attend  thy  war; 
 
 Gracious  victor. 
 Bring  thy  trophies  from  afar. 
 
 8  Blest  are  they  that  touch  thy  sceptre, 
 Blest  are  all  that  own  thy  reign ; 
 Freed  from  sin,  that  worst  of  tyrants. 
 Rescued  from  its  galling  chain: 
 
 Saints  and  angels, 
 All  who  know  thee,  bless  thy  reign 
 
 99. 
 
 Jertisalem,  my  happy  home. 
 
 JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 
 O,  how  I  long  for  thee! 
 When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 
 Thy  joys,  when  shall  I  seel 
 
 Z  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 
 Most  glorious  to  behold; 
 Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl. 
 Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 
 
 3  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  green, 
 My  study  long  have  been; 
 Such  sparkling  light,  by  human  sight 
 Has  never  yet  been  seen. 
 
 i  If  heaven  be  thus  glorious.  Lord, 
 Why  should  I  stay  from  thence? 
 Wha*  folly  'tis,  that  I  should  dread 
 To  ft  3  and  go  from  hence. 
 
352  SPIRITUAL  SONGS 
 
 5  Reach  down,  reach  douni  tliine  arm  ot  grar* 
 Aiid  cause  me  to  ascend, 
 Wliere  congre<rations  ne'er  break  up, 
 And  Sabbaths  never  end. 
 '»  Jesus,  my  love,  to  glory  's  gone  ; 
 Him  will  1  go  and  see  ; 
 And  all  my  brethren  here  below 
 Will  soon  come  after  me. 
 7  My  triends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu 
 I  leave  you  in  God's  care, 
 And  if  I  never  more  see  you, 
 Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 
 3  There  we  shall  meet  and  no  more  part, 
 And  heaven  shall  ring  with  praise. 
 While  Jesus'  love  in  every  heart 
 Shall  tune  tlie  song  Free  Grace. 
 9  Millions  of  years  around  may  run. 
 Our  song  shall  still  go  on, 
 To  praise  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
 And  Spirit,  Three  in  One. 
 10  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years 
 Bright,  shining  as  the  sun, 
 We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
 Than  when  we  first  begun. 
 
 100. 
 
 JESUS,  at  thy  command 
 I  launch  into  the   deep, 
 And  leave  my  native  land. 
 
 Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep. 
 For  thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
 \nd  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thirjr 
 rhou  art  my  pilot,  wise  ; 
 
 My  compass  is  thy  word ; 
 My  soul  each  storm  defies 
 
 While  I  have  such  a  Lord. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  353 
 
 I  trust  thy  fhithfulness  and  power 
 To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 
 S  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 
 
 Through  all  my  passage  lie, 
 Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep 
 
 And  guide  me  with  his  eye. 
 My  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide, 
 And  every  boisterous  storm  outride 
 
 4  By  faith  I  see  the  land. 
 
 The  port  of  endless  rest ; 
 My  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 
 
 And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast ! 
 O,  may  I  reach  the   heavenly  shore^ 
 Wliere  winds  and  waves  distress  no  mor« 
 
 5  Wnone'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 
 
 And  storms  forbear  to  toss  ; 
 Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  still  nigh, 
 
 Lest  I  should  suffer  loss  ; 
 For  more  the  treach'rous  calm  I  dread 
 Thi:ii  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head 
 f   Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  blow 
 
 A  prosp'rous  gale  of  grace  ; 
 Waft  me  from  all  below 
 
 To  heaven,  my  destin'd  place. 
 Then,  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find. 
 And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 
 
 101. 
 
 JESUS  drinks  the  bitter  cup. 
 The  wine-press  treads  alone  , 
 Tears  the  graves  and  mounlains  uo. 
 
 With  his  expirmg  groan. 
 Ijo  !  tlie  power  of  heaven  he  shakes 
 
 Nature  in  convulsion  Up" 
 Earth's  profoundest  centre  quaRe«, 
 The  great  Jehovah  dies! 
 23 
 
^54  SPIRITUAL  SONG& 
 
 2  Dies  tiie  glorious  Cause  of  All, 
 
 The  true  eternal  Plan 
 Falls,  to  raise  us  from  our  fall. 
 
 To  ransom  sinful  man. 
 Well  may  Sol  withdraw  his  light 
 
 With  the  sufferer  sympathize, 
 Leave  the  world  in  sudden  night. 
 
 Wliile  iiis  Creator  dies- 
 
 3  O,  my  God,  he  dies  for  me, 
 
 I  feel  the  mortal  smart ; 
 See  him  hanging  on  the  tree, 
 
 A  sight  that  breaks  my  heart 
 O,  tiiat  all  to  thee  would  turn! 
 
 Sinners,  you  may  love  him  too; 
 Look  on  him,  ye  pierc'd,  and  mourn 
 
 For  one  who  bled  for  you. 
 
 4  Weep  o'er  your  Desire  and  Hope, 
 
 With  tears  of  humblest  love  ; 
 Sing,  for  Jesus  is  gone  up, 
 
 And  reigns  enthron'd  above , 
 Lives,  our  Head,  to  die  no  more  , 
 
 Power  is  all  to  Jesus  given, 
 Worshipp'd  as  he  was  before, 
 
 The  eternal  King  of  heaven. 
 
 102. 
 
 JESUS,  grant  us  all  a  blessing. 
 Send  it  down,  Lord,  from  above 
 May  we  all  go  home  a  praying, 
 
 And  rejoicing  in  thy  love. 
 Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters. 
 Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 
 9  Jesus,  pardon  all  our  follies, 
 Since  together  we  have  beenj 
 Make  us  humble,  make  us  holy. 
 Cleanse  us  r;ll  from  every  sim. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  3.V. 
 
 Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
 
 Till  we  shall  meet  again. 
 May  thy  blessing,  Lord,  go  with  us, 
 
 To  each  one's  respective  home, 
 And  the  presence  of  our  Jesus 
 
 Rest  upon  us  every  one. 
 Farewell  brethren,  farewell   sisters*, 
 
 Till  we  all  sliall  meet  at  home. 
 
 103. 
 
 JESUS,  let  thy  uitying  eye 
 Call  back  a  wandering  sheep; 
 False   to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 
 
 Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 
 [jCt  me  be  by  grace  restor'd, 
 
 On  me  be  all  its  fullness  shown 
 Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
 
 And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
 Saviour,  Prince  enthron'd  above. 
 
 Repentance  to  impart, 
 Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 
 
 The  humble,  contrite  heart ; 
 Give,  what  I  have  long  implor'd, 
 
 A  portion  of  thy  love  unknown. 
 Turn,  &c. 
 See  me.  Saviour,  from  above, 
 
 Nor  suffer  me  to  die ; 
 Life,  and  happiness,  and  love. 
 
 Smile  in  thy  gracious  eye  ; 
 Speak  the  reconciling  word. 
 
 And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  duWQ 
 Turn,    &c. 
 Look,  as  when  thy  pitying  eye 
 
 Was  clos'd,  that  we  might  live 
 '  Father,'  (at  the  point  to  die, 
 
 My  Saviour  gasp'd,)  '  forgive 
 
856  SPIRITUAL  SONGS 
 
 Surely,  with  that  dying  word, 
 
 He  turns  and  Iooks,  and  cries  •'tis  done 
 O,  my  loving,  bleeding  Lord, 
 
 This  breaks  my  heart  of  stone. 
 
 104. 
 
 JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
 He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
 His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
 The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 
 
 2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
 
 The  road  that  leads  from  banishment; 
 The  King's  high-way  of  holiness, 
 I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 
 
 3  This  is   the  way  I  long  have  sought. 
 And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
 My  grief  my  burden  long  has  been, 
 Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 
 
 4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
 1  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the  more, 
 'Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
 
 '  Come,  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way.' 
 
 5  Lo  1    glad  I  come,  and  thou  blest  Lamb 
 Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am  ; 
 
 My  sinful  self  to  thee  I  give ; 
 Nothing  but  love  sliall  I  receive 
 
 6  Then  I  will  tell  to  sinners  round, 
 What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found 
 I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
 Ana  say,   '  Behold  the  way  to  God.' 
 
 105.     7s. 
 
 JESUS'  precious  name  excels 
 Jordan's  streams  and  Salem's  wellc  i 
 Thirsty  sinners,  come  and  draw  ; 
 Quench  the  flames  of  Sinai's  lav 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  35-3 
 
 I  Fearful  siiiners,  come  and  try  ; 
 Draw,   and    drink  with  inward  joy; 
 Christ    is   fresh,   and   full,   and   free : 
 Sinners,  come,   whoe'er  you  be. 
 
 8  See   the   waters  springing   up. 
 To   revive  your   languid    hope; 
 Fill    your  vessels  as   it   rolls. 
 And    refresh  your  weary   souls. 
 
 4  Lo !    tlie   Spirit  now  invites ; 
 Lo !    the   happy   Bride   unites ; 
 Jesus    calls,   be   nor  afraid  ; 
 
 Lo !   for  you   the   will   was   made. 
 
 5  Justice   made   it  in   the   Lamb, 
 Mercy  grants  it   through   his   name; 
 Faith   receives  a   full   supply  ; 
 Those   who  drink   it  cannot   die. 
 
 6  Haste  you  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
 Seek   salvation   in   his  blood ; 
 
 In   it   there   is  boundless   store 
 For  ten   thousand  thousand  more. 
 
 7  Constant  tribute  let  us  bring 
 For   this   soul-refreshing  spring; 
 Constant   let  our  praises  '  ise, 
 Till   we  drink  above  the  skies. 
 
 106.    L.  M.    Bridegroom, 
 
 JESUS,    the  heavenly   lover,   gave 
 His   life   my   wretched   soul   to  saTe; 
 Resolv'd   to   make   his  mercy   known, 
 He  kindly  claims  me  for  his  own. 
 
cJo8  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 2  Reb^lious,   I   uvainsl  him  strove, 
 Till  melted  and   constraiii'd  by  love  ; 
 Witli  sin  and  self  I  freely  part ; 
 
 The  heavenly  Bridegroom  wins  my  heart 
 
 3  My  g'uilt,  my  wretchedness  he  knows, 
 Yet  takt;s  and  owns  mc  lor  his  spouse; 
 My  debt  he  pays,  and  sets  me  free. 
 And  makes  his  riches  o'er  to  me. 
 
 4  My  filthy  rags  arc  laid  aside  ; 
 
 He  clothes  mc  as  becomes  his  bride; 
 Himself  bestows  my  wedding-dress. 
 His  robe  of  perfect  righteousness. 
 
 5  Lost  in  astonishment,  I  see, 
 .losus,  thy  boundless  love  for  me; 
 With  angels,  I  thy  grace  adore. 
 
 And  long  to  love  and  praise  thee  more 
 ♦"  Since  thou  wilt  take  me  for  thy  bride, 
 Keep  me,  O  Saviour,  near  thy  side  ; 
 I  fain  would  give  tliee  all  my  heart, 
 Ncr  ever  from  my  Lord  depart 
 
 107.     C.  M. 
 
 JESUS,  thou  art  the  sinner's   friend. 
 As  such,  I  look  to  thee  ; 
 Now,  in  the  '^owels  of  thy  love, 
 O  Lord,  remember  me. 
 
 2  Remember  the  pure  word  of  grace ; 
 
 Remember  Calvary  ; 
 Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
 And  then,  remember  me. 
 
 3  Thou  wondrous  advocate  with  God, 
 
 T  vicld  myself  to  thee ; 
 While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
 Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SOiNCiS.  a5b 
 
 4  [  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile. 
 
 Yet  thy  siilvation's  free; 
 Then   in  thy  all-abounding  grace, 
 Dear  Lord,  remember  nie. 
 
 5  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distress'd, 
 
 Howe'er  oppress'd  I  be, 
 riowe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth. 
 
 Do  thou  remember  me. 
 fi  .\nd  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death. 
 
 And  creature-helps  all  flee. 
 Then,  O  my  dear  Redeemer,  God, 
 
 I  pray,  remember  me. 
 
 Newton.]     108. 
 
 LET  me  dwell  on  Golgotha, 
 Weep  and  love  my  life  away, 
 While  I  see  Him  on  the  tree, 
 Weep,  and  bleed,  and  die  for  me, 
 
 2  That  dear  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
 SIiows  my  sin  in  all  its  guilt ; 
 Ah,  my  soul,  he  bore  the  load; 
 Thou  hast  slain  the  Lamb  of  (rod. 
 
 3  Hark  I  his  dying  word  '  forgive,' 
 Father,  let  the  sinner  live ; 
 Sinner,  wipe  thy  tears  away, 
 
 I  thy  ransom  freely  pay. 
 
 4  While  I  hear  thy  grace  reveal'd, 
 And  obtain  a  pardon  seal'd. 
 
 All  my  soft  affections  move, 
 Waken'd  by  the  force  of  love. 
 
 5  Farewell,  world  I  thy  gold  is  dross 
 Now  I  see  the  bleeding  croPs ; 
 Jesas  died  to  set  me  free 
 
 From  tlie  law,  and  sin,  and  thee. 
 
 6  He  has>  dearly  bought  my  soul ; 
 
 Lord,  accept  and  claim  the  whole  "• 
 
P^  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 To  thy  will   I  all  resign, 
 
 Now  no  more  my  own,  but  thine. 
 
 109.     8,7. 
 
 T  ET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour 
 -■-^  Come  and  bid  our  jarrings  cease 
 Come,  oh  I  come  and  reign  lor  ever, 
 
 God  of  love,  and  Priiice  of  peace ; 
 Visit  now  thy  precious  Zion, 
 
 See  thy  people  mourn  and  weep  , 
 Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 
 
 Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  slieep 
 
 2  Some  are  following  men's  inventions, 
 
 And  reject  the  Saviour's  laws  ; 
 Hence  divisions  and  contentions 
 
 Sully  tlie  Redeemer's  cause  ; 
 Hence  we  sutfer  persecution ; 
 
 Foolish  virgins  soundly  sleep ; 
 All  is  uproar  and  confusion  ; 
 
 Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 
 
 3  Saviour  God,  with  courage  arm  us. 
 
 Help  us  still  to  persevere  ; 
 Nothing,  we  are  sure,  can  harm  us 
 
 While  our  loving  Shepherd's  neaj 
 Glorv,  glory  be  to  Jesus  ! 
 
 At  his  name  our  hearts  do  leap ; 
 He  both  comforts  us  and  frees  us ; 
 
 The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep 
 
 4  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit ; 
 
 We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth 
 Guide,  O  guide  us  by  thy  Spirit, 
 
 Help  us  to  embrace  tlie  truth ; 
 Help  us  on  thy  word  to  venture 
 
 Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep. 
 Love  our  Lord,  udore  our  Saviour  ; 
 
 Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS  861 
 
 Hear  the  Prince  of  your  Salvation 
 
 Saying',  'Fear  not,  little  flock; 
 '  I  myself  am  your  foundation, 
 
 '  You  are  built  upon  this  Rock ; 
 '  Shun  tlic  paths  of  vice  and  folly, 
 
 '  Near  your  Shepherd  constant  keep, 
 Look  to  me  and  be  ye  holy ; 
 
 '  I  delight  to  feed  my  sheep.' 
 Christ  alone  our  souls  shall  i  ist  jn , 
 
 Taught  by  him,  we'll  own  his  nam«,' 
 Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus ; 
 
 How  it  doth  our  hearts  inflame ! 
 Now  we'll  rush  thro'  what  encumbers, 
 
 Ev'ry  hindrance  overleap, 
 Undismay'd  by  force  or  numbers; — 
 
 The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep 
 
 Hart.]     110.     8,7. 
 What  it  is  to  be  a  Christian. 
 
 IET  us  ask  th'  important  question, 
 ^  (Brethren  be  not  too  secure,) 
 What  is  it  to  be  a  Christian  ? 
 
 How  may  we  our  hearts  assure  ? 
 Vain  is  all  our  best  devotion. 
 
 If  on  false  foundation  built : 
 True  religion  's  more  than  notion  ; 
 
 Something  must  be  knoivn  and  felt. 
 Tis  to  trust  our  well- beloved 
 
 In  his  blood  has  wash'd  us  clean  • 
 'Tis  to  hope  our  guilt's  removed 
 
 Thougli  we  feel  it  rise  within 
 To  believe  that  all  is  finish'd. 
 
 Though  so  much  remains  t'  endure 
 Find  the  dangers  undiminish'd. 
 
 Yet  to  hold  deliv'rance    me. 
 
860  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 3  Tis  to  credit  contradictions, 
 
 Talk  witii  him  one  never  sees, 
 Cry  and  groan  bencutli  alHictions, 
 
 Yet  to  dread  the  thoughts  of  ease 
 'Tis  to  feel  the  figli.  against  us, 
 
 Yet  the  victory  hope  to  gain, 
 To  believe  tiiat  Christ  has  cleans'd  u 
 
 Though  the  leprosy  remain. 
 I  'Tis  to  hear  the  Holy  Spirit 
 
 Proniptmg  us  to  secret  prayer ; 
 To  rejoice  in  Jesus'  merit. 
 
 Yet  continual  sorrow  bear  ; 
 To  receive  a  full   remission 
 
 Of  our  sins  for  evermore, 
 Yet  to  sigh  with  sore  contrition, 
 
 Begging  mercy  every  hour. 
 5  To  be  steadfast  in  believing, 
 
 Yet  to  tremble,  fear,  and  quake, 
 Every  moment  be  receiving 
 
 Strength,  and  yet  be  always  weak 
 To  be  fighting,  fleeing,  turning  ; 
 
 Ever  sinking,  yet  to  swim  ; 
 To  converse  with  Jesus,  mourning 
 
 For  ourselves,  or  else  for  him. 
 
 111. 
 
 Judg^ment.     Rev.  i.  7;  vi.  14,  17  ;  xxiii.  17,  2( 
 
 LO  I  he  comes  with  clouds  descending 
 Once  for  favour'd  sinners  slain  * 
 Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending. 
 Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Jesus  now  shall  ever  reign. 
 2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Kun. 
 Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS  3 
 
 Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
 Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree. 
 
 Deeply  wailing, 
 Shall  tlie  great  Messiah  see. 
 'i  E/ery  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 
 
 Heaven,  and  eartli,  shall  flee  away ; 
 All  who  hate  him,  must,  confounded, 
 Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day  : 
 
 Ck)me  to  judgment  I 
 Come  to  judgment !  come  away  I 
 i  Now,  redemption,  long  expected, 
 See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ; 
 All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
 Now  shall  meet  him  In  the  air ; 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Sec  the  day  of  God  appear. 
 
 5  Answer  thine  own  bride  and  spirit. 
 
 Hasten,  Lord,  the  general  doom  ; 
 The  new  heaven  and  earth  t'  inherit, 
 Take  thy  pining  exiles  home ; 
 
 All  creation 
 Travails,  groans,  and  bids  thee  comt, 
 
 6  Yea,  amen,  let  all  adore  thee. 
 
 High  on  thine  exalted  throne 
 Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
 Claim  the  kingdom  for  thy  own. 
 
 O,  come  quickly. 
 Hallelujah,  come,  Lord,  come. 
 
 112. 
 
 Parting. 
 
 T   ORD,  when  together  here  we  meet 
 -■-^  And  taste  thy  heavenly  grace. 
 Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet. 
 We're  loth  to  leave  the  place. 
 
9M  SPIRITUAL  rfONGS. 
 
 3  Yet,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will. 
 
 That  we  must  part  again, 
 O,  let  tliy  precious  presence  still 
 
 With  every  one  remain. 
 3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one. 
 
 Bound  with  the  cords  of  love. 
 Till  we  around  the  glorious  throne 
 
 Shall  joyous  meet  above, 
 I  Where  sin  and  sorrow,  from  each  hea^t, 
 
 Shall  then  for  ever  fly ; 
 And  not  one  thought,  that  we  shall  part 
 
 Once  intercept  our  joy. 
 
 5  Where,  void  of  all   distracting  pains. 
 
 Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire  ; 
 But  in  seraphic,  heavenly  strains. 
 Redeeming  love  admire. 
 
 6  And  thus  through  all  eternity. 
 
 Upon  the  heavenly  shore. 
 The  great,  mysterious  One  in  Three, 
 Jehovah,  we'll  adore. 
 
 Hart.]     113. 
 
 LUKEWARM  souls,  the  foe  grows  strongei 
 See  what  hosts  your  camp  surround : 
 Arm  to  battle,  lag   no  longer. 
 
 Hark  !  the  silver  trumpets  sound. 
 Wake,  ye  sleepers ;  wake,  what  nlean  you  1 
 
 Sin  besets  you  round  about. 
 Up  and  search,  the  world 's  within  you ; 
 Slay  or  chase  the  traitor  out. 
 2  What  enchants  you  ?  pelf  or  pleasure  ? 
 
 Pluck  right  eyes,  with  right  hands  par*  , 
 Ask  your  conscience,  where  's  your  treasure  • 
 
 For  be  certain  there  *s  your  heart. 
 Give  the  fawning  foe  no  credit ; 
 Lo  !  the  bloody  flag 's  unfurl'd  • 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  365 
 
 riiat  base  heart,  (tlie  word  has  said  it;) 
 
 Loves  not  God,  that  loves  the  world. 
 3  God  and  Mammon  ?  O,  be  wiser ; 
 
 Serve  Uiem  both  ?  It  cannot  be ; 
 Ease  in  warfare,  saint  and  miser  ? 
 
 Tliese  will  never  well  agree. 
 Shun  the  shame  of  foully  falling-, 
 
 Cumber'd  captives  clogg'd  wit^  rlay ; 
 Prove  your  faith,  make  sure  yo»     calling 
 
 Wield  the  sword  and  win  the  day. 
 1  Forward  press,  toward   perfection  • 
 
 Watch  and  pray,  and  all  things  prove  • 
 Seek  to  know  your  God's  election, 
 
 Search  his  everlasting  love. 
 Dread  backsliding,  scorn  dissembling; 
 
 Now  salvation  's  near  in  view. 
 Work  it  out  with  fear  and  trembling-; 
 
 'Tis  your  God  that  works  in  you. 
 
 114. 
 
 Gethsemane. 
 "]%/■' ANY  woes  had  Christ  endur'd, 
 -*-'-^  Many  sore  temptations  met, 
 Patient,  and  to  pains  inur'd  ; 
 
 But  the  sorest  trial  yet 
 Was  to  be  sustain'd  in   thee, 
 Gloomy,  sad,  Gethsemane ! 
 
 2  Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night. 
 
 Vengeance,  with  its  iron  rod. 
 Stood,  and  with  collected  might 
 
 Bruis'd  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God; 
 See,  my  soul,  the  Saviour  see, 
 Grov'ling  in  Gethsemane. 
 
 3  There  my  God  bore  all  my  guilt; 
 
 This  thro'  grace  can  be  believed; 
 
366  SPIRITUAL  bONGS. 
 
 But  the  torments  which  he  felt. 
 Are  too  vast  to  be  conceiv'di 
 None  can  penetrate  thro'  thee. 
 Doleful,  dark,  Getlisemane. 
 
 4  All  my  sins  against  my  Goo, 
 
 All  my  sins  against  his  laws. 
 All  my  sins  against  his  blood, 
 
 All  my  sins  against  his  cause, 
 Sins  as  boundless  as  the  sea. 
 Hide  me,  O  Gethsemane. 
 
 5  Here  's  my  claim,  and  here  alone, 
 
 None  a  Saviour  more  can  need. 
 Deeds  of  righteousness  I've  none. 
 
 Nor  a  work  that  I  can  plead ; 
 Not  a  glimpse  of  hope  for  me, 
 Only  in  Gethsemane. 
 
 6  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghosts 
 
 One  Almighty  God  of  love, 
 Prais'd  by  k11  the  heavenly  host. 
 
 In  thy  shining  courts  above  ; 
 We  poor  sinners,  gracious  Three, 
 Bless  thee  for  Gethsemane. 
 
 H.  Stowell.]      11.5* 
 The  Mercy  Seat. 
 
 FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blow*, 
 From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
 There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
 Tis  found  beneath  the  Mercy  Seat 
 
 %  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
 The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads ; 
 A.  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet — 
 It  is  the  blood-bought  Mercy  Seat 
 
 3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
 Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend 
 
SPIRITUAL  sojvGs.  se: 
 
 ITiough  sunder'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
 Around  one  common  Mercy  Seat. 
 
 4  Ah!  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
 When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd — 
 Or  how  the  host  of  hell  defeat, 
 Had  suffering  «aints  no  Mercy  Seat 
 
 f  There!  there,  on  eagle  wing  we  soar, 
 And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more. 
 And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
 And  glory  crowns  the  Mercy  Seat. 
 
 8  Oh,  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
 My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still, 
 This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
 If  I  forget  the  Mercy  Seat 
 
 115.     Second  Pabt. 
 
 The  River  of  God. 
 
 THERE  is  a  pure  and  peaceful  wavo, 
 That  rolls  around  the  throne  of  love; 
 Whose  waters  gladden  as  they  lave 
 The  bright  and  heavenly  shores  above. 
 
 2  While  streams  which  on  that  tide  depend, 
 Steal  from  those  heavenly  shores  away. 
 And  on  this  desert  world  descend. 
 Over  our  baiTen  land  to  stray. 
 
 t  The  pilgrim  faint,  and  near  to  sink. 
 Beneath  his  load  of  earthly  wo, 
 Refresh'd  beneath  its  verdant  biink, 
 Rejoices  in  its  gentle  flow. 
 
 i  There,  0  my  soul,  do  thou  repose, 
 And  hover  o'er  the  hallow'd  spring; 
 To  drink  the  crystal  wave,  and  there 
 To  lave  thy  wounded,  weary  wing. 
 
38  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 5  It  may  be,  that  the  waft  of  love 
 
 Some  leaves  on  that  pure  tide  bath  .irivor 
 Which  passing  from  the  shores  above, 
 Have  floated  down  to  us  from  heaven. 
 4  So  shall  thy  wants  and  woes  be  heal'd. 
 By  the  blest  influence  they  bring; 
 So  thy  parch'd  lips  shall  be  unseal'd, 
 Thy  Saviour's  worthy  name  to  sing. 
 
 116.    8,8,6. 
 'pLTY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  yeaif 
 ITA  Ply  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 
 
 A.  ound  their  steady  pole  ; 
 Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
 Till  *  am  launch'd  through  boundless  deepn 
 
 W  ere  endless  ages  roll. 
 
 2  The  ^rave  is  neaj  the  cradle  seen. 
 Hoy  swift  the  moments  pass  between ! 
 
 J  nd  whisper  as  they  fly, 
 '  U  ithinking  man,  remember  this, 
 Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss. 
 
 That  thou  must  groan  and  die.' 
 
 3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call ; 
 Thine  earthly  tent  must  shortly  fall. 
 
 And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
 Beyond  the  vast  expansive   blue, 
 To  sing  above,  as  angels  do. 
 
 Or  sink  in  endless  night. 
 
 4  How  great  the  bliss,  how  gieat  the  wo« 
 Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below. 
 
 On  this  precarious  breath  ! 
 The  Lord  of  nature  only  knows. 
 Whether  another  year  shall  close, 
 
 Ere  I  expire  in  death. 
 
 5  Long  ere  the  sun  shall  run  its  round, 
 f  may  hp  buried   under  ground, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS  369 
 
 And  there  in  silence  rot. 
 Alas  !    one  hour  may  cIofc  the  scene, 
 And  ere  twelve  months  shall  roll  between, 
 
 My  name  be  quite  forgot 
 
 8  But  will  my  soul  be  then  extinct. 
 Or  cease  to  live,  or  cease  to  think  7 
 
 It  cannot,  cannot  be ; 
 Tliough  my  immortal  cannot  die, 
 What  wilt  tliou  do,  or  whither  fly 
 
 When  death  shall  set  thee  free? 
 
 7  Will  Mercy  then  her  arms  extend  ? 
 Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend. 
 
 And  heaven  thy  dwelling-place  ? 
 Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear. 
 And  drag  thee  down  to  dark  despair. 
 
 Below  tlie  reach  of  grace  ? 
 
 8  A  heaven  or  hell,  and  these  alone, 
 Beyond  the  present  life  are  known  ; 
 
 There  is  no  middle  state; 
 My  soul,  attend  the  call  divine, 
 To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 
 
 Or,  it  may  be  too  late. 
 
 9  O,  do  not  pass  this  day  in  dreams , 
 Vast  is  the  change,  whate'er  it  seemi 
 
 To  poor  unthinking  man ; 
 Lord,  at  thy  footstool  1  would  bow. 
 Bid  conscience  tell  me  plainly  now. 
 
 What  it  would  tell  me  then. 
 
 .3  If  in  destruction's  road  I  stray, 
 Help  me  to  choose  the  better  way. 
 
 That  leads  to  joys  on  high; 
 Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive, 
 Nor  let  me  ever  dare  to  live. 
 
 Such  as  I  dare  not  die. 
 
 24 
 
.no  SPIRITUAT.  vSONG«. 
 
 117.     The  Harvest,  ot-  the  end  of  the  world. 
 
 THE  fields  are  all  white,  the  harvest  is  near. 
 The  reapers  now  with  their  sharp  sickles  ap- 
 pear, 
 To  reap  down  the  wheat  and   gather  in  bams, 
 While  wild  plants  of  nature  are  su'^er'd  to  bum 
 
 I  Come,  then,  O  my  soul,  meditate  on  that  day, 
 When  all  things  in  nature  shall  cease  and  decay ; 
 When  the  trumpet  shall   sound,  and    the  angels 
 
 appear. 
 To  reap  down  the  earth,  both  the  wheat  and  thr 
 tare. 
 
 8  But  hear  the  sad  cry  that  ascends  to  the  sky, 
 Of  those  in  distress  and  have  no  where  to  fly; 
 But  will  call  on  the  rocks  and  tlie  mountains  to  fal 
 On  their  naked  souls,  to  conceal  them  withal. 
 
 i  But  'twill  be  in  vain,  for  the  mountains  must  flee, 
 The  rocks  fly  like  hailstones  and  shall  no  more  be; 
 The  earth  too  shall  quake,  and  tlie  seas  shall  retire ; 
 And  this  solid  world  shall  then  be  on  fire. 
 
 ''  Then,  0  wretched  mortals,  look  up  and  espy 
 The  glorious  Redeemer  descend  from  the  sky. 
 On  a  chariot  of  fire  to  the  earth  he  is  bound. 
 With  a  guard  of  bright  angels  attending  around. 
 
 S  '  Come  hither,  ye  nations,  your  sentence  rjceive, 
 No  more  shall  my  Spirit  now  strive  and  be  pievcd 
 My  judgment  is  right,  and  my  sentence  '^  just, 
 Come  hither,  ye  bless'd;  but  depait.  all  yt  i  ^  "whI? 
 
 117.      Shxoxi)   Part.      Brothorly  h  - 
 "OW  pleasant  'tis  to  see 
 Kindred  and  friends  agree: 
 Each  in  his  proper  station  move. 
 And  each  fulfil  his  part. 
 With  svmpathizing  heart. 
 In  all  the  cares  of  life  jind  love* 
 
 H' 
 
SPIKITUAJL.  aujNUo.  371 
 
 2  'Tis  like  the  ointment  shed 
 On  Aaron's  sacreil  head, 
 
 Divinely  rich,  divinely  sweet: 
 
 The  oil  through  all  the  room 
 
 Diifused  a  choice  perfume, 
 lian  through  his  robes,  and  blest  his  feet. 
 
 3  Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain, 
 That  water  all  the  plain, 
 
 Descending  from  the  neighbouring  hills 
 
 Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 
 
 Through  every  friendly  soul, 
 Where  love  like  heavenly  dew  distills. 
 
 118,     8s.     Supreme  love  to  Christ. 
 iVr^  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 
 -'-'-*-  His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim, 
 And  join  with  the  armies  above, 
 
 To  shout  his  adorable  name  ; 
 To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine. 
 
 Shall  be  my  eternal  employ, 
 And  feel  them  incessantly  sliine, 
 
 My  boundless,  ineffable  joy. 
 
 2  He  freely  redeem'd  with  his  blood. 
 
 My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell. 
 To  live  in  the  smiles  of  my  God, 
 
 And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell 
 To  shine  with  the  angels  of  light. 
 
 With  saints,  and  with  seraphs  to  sing 
 To  view,  with  eternal  delight, 
 
 My  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  and  King. 
 
 3  My  glorious  Redeemer,  I  long 
 
 To  see  tliee  descend  on  the  cloud, 
 Amid  the  bright,  numberless  throng, 
 
 And  mix  with  the  triumphing  crowd 
 O,  wlien  wilt  thou  bid  me  ascend, 
 
 To  join  in  thy  praises  above. 
 
872  t^PlKITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 To  gaze  on  thee,  world  without  enil. 
 
 And  feast  on  thy  ravishing  love. 
 4  No  sorrows,  no  sickness,  nor  pain, 
 
 No  sins,  no  temptations,  nor  fear, 
 Shall  ever  molest  me  again — 
 
 Perfection  of  glory  reigns  there; 
 This  soul  and  this  body  shall  shine, 
 
 In  robes  of  salvation  and  praise, 
 And  banquet  on  pleasures  divine, 
 
 Where  God  all  his  beauty  displays. 
 6  Soon,  soon  shall  my  spirit  exchange 
 
 This  cell  of  corruptible  clay. 
 For  mansions  celestial,  and  range 
 
 Through  realms  of  inctfable  day; 
 The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows, 
 
 Your  permanent  sun  shall  outshine- 
 My  joy  everlastingly  flows. 
 
 My  God,  my  Redeemer,  is  mine. 
 
 119.     The  New  Year. 
 
 COME,  let  us  anew 
 Our  journey  pursue, 
 
 Roll  round  with  the  year, 
 And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear! 
 
 His  adorable  will 
 
 Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
 
 And  our  talents  improve, 
 By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labour  of  Iot* 
 1  Our  life  as  a  dream, 
 
 Our  time  as  a  stream, 
 
 Glides  swiftly  away, 
 K.nd  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 
 
 The  arrow  is  flown, 
 
 The  moment  is  gone: 
 
 The  millenial  year 
 Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  heie 
 
Sl'IRlTUAL  SONGS.  373 
 
 3  O  that  each  in  the  day 
 Of  his  coining  may  say, 
 'I  have  tbughl  my  way  thro'-.^;.!, 
 I    have   finish'd   the   work    thou   didst   give   me 
 to  do!' 
 0  that  each  from  his  Lord 
 May  receive  the  glad  word, 
 'Well  and  faithfully  done! 
 Enter    into    my    joy,    and    sit    down    on    Dij 
 throne !' 
 
 120. 
 
 Look  on  him  and  mourn. 
 
 HLTY  Lord,  my  Saviour,  died, 
 -^'-■-  For  g"uilty  sinners'  sake  ; 
 The  tokens  of  his  love 
 
 Oft  keep  mine  eyes  awake. 
 I  cannot  choose  but  mourn, 
 
 That  he  should  suffer  so ; 
 And  yet  it  is  the  source 
 
 Whence  all  my  comforts  flow. 
 I  cannot  choose  but  mourn, 
 
 Whose  sins  made  him  to  bleed 
 And  yet  such  sacrifice 
 
 My  soul  from  death  hath  freed, 
 'Twas  not  the  treach'rous  Jews 
 
 That  did  my  Lord  betray  : 
 It  was  my  heinous  sins, 
 
 More  treach'rous  far  than  they 
 'Twas  not  the  soldier's   spear, 
 
 That  pierc'd  my  Saviour's  side 
 *Twas  my  ingratitude, 
 
 My  unbelief,  my  pride. 
 These  were  the  bloody  thorns 
 
 Tliat  did  bis  temoles  woimH  . 
 
374  SPIRITUAL  iOAGS. 
 
 And  caused  these  sacred  drop* 
 Thiit  did  bedew  tlie  ground. 
 
 4  And  when  his  Father's  wrath 
 
 Drew  forth  that  bitter  cry, 
 He  yielded  up  his  life 
 
 For  rebels  such  as  I. 
 And  can  I  choose  but  mourn, 
 
 When  skies  and  rocks  did  rend. 
 And  nature  veil'd  her  face 
 
 At  sight  of  sucli  an  end  ? 
 
 5  But  haste  my  soul  to  view 
 
 Thy  hap|)iness  restor'd, 
 And  death  and  hell  subdu'd, 
 
 By  thy  triumphant  Lord  ; 
 Put  off  thy  mourning  weed, 
 
 Thy  Jesus  reigns  on  high, 
 Receiving  gifts  for  men. 
 
 For  rebels — such  as  L 
 
 i 
 
 1^1.     Looking  to  God. 
 
 WHEN   shall   ihy    love  consiraio, 
 And   force   me   to   thy   breast  ? 
 When   shall   my   soul  return    again 
 To  her   eternal   rest  ? 
 3  Ah  !   what  avails  my  strife, 
 My    wandering   to   and   fro? 
 Thou   hast   the   words   of  endless   liffl 
 Ah !    whither   should   I   go  ? 
 3  Thy   condescending   grace 
 To   me  did    freely    move; 
 It   calls   me  still   to  seek   thy  face. 
 And   stoops   to   ask   my   love, 
 t  Lord,  at   thy    feet   I   fall, 
 I  groan   to   be   set   free; 
 I   fain    would   aow   obey    the   cak' 
 A.nd   give  up   all   for   thee. 
 
SPIRI"    ^AL  SONGS.  37ft 
 
 ft  To   rescue    nie   from  wo, 
 
 Thou   tlidst  with   all    things   pari . 
 Didsit  lead   a   suffering   life   below, 
 To   gain   my   worthless   heart, 
 
 6  My   worthless   heart   to   gain, 
 
 The  God   of  all    that   breathe 
 Was   found    in   fashion   as   a    man. 
 And    died  a  cursed   death. 
 
 7  And   can    I   yet   delay, 
 
 My   little   all    to   give? 
 To   tear   my    soul   from   earth   away. 
 My  Jesus  to   receive  ? 
 
 8  Nay,   but   1   yield,    I   yield  ! 
 
 I   can  hold   out   no   more : 
 I   sink,  by   dying  love   compeU'd, 
 And   own   Thee   conqueror! 
 r  Though    late,    I   all    forsake, 
 My   friends,   my    all    resign ; 
 Gracious    Redeemer,    take,    O    take 
 And    seal   me   ever   thine ! 
 
 Secdi^d   Part.     The  inward  conjlici. 
 
 AND    wilt   thou   yet   be   found. 
 And   may   I   still   draw    near? 
 Then    listen    to   the    plaintive   sound 
 Of  a    poor   sinner's    prayer. 
 ?  Jesus,    thine   aid    afford. 
 
 If  still    the   same   thou   art. 
 To  thee  I    look,   to   thee,   my  Lc  rd  ! 
 Lifl   up   a   helpless   heart. 
 3  Thou    seest   my  troubled    breast, 
 The   struggles   of  my    will. 
 The   foes    that  interrupt  my    rest. 
 The   agonies  I   feel. 
 
576  SPIRITlfAL  SONGS 
 
 4  The  daily   death    I    prove. 
 
 Saviour,   to   thee   is    known; 
 'Tis  worse   than   death   my    God   to   lov« 
 And   not  my  God    alone. 
 
 5  O    my    offended    Lord, 
 
 Restore    my   inward    peace, 
 I   know  thou   canst ;   pronounce  the  wvW 
 And   bid   the   tempest    cease ! 
 
 6  I    long   to   see  thy    face, 
 
 Thy   Spirit   I    implovc, 
 The   living   water   of  thy  grace, 
 That   I   may    thirst   no   more. 
 
 122.     CM 
 
 MY  soul  doth  magnify  the    Lord, 
 My  spirit  doth  rejoice, 
 In  God,  my  Saviour  and  my  King ; 
 I  hear  his  joyful  voice. 
 
 2  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joys, 
 
 I  have  a  feast  at  home ; 
 
 My  sighs  are  turned  into  songs, 
 The  Comforter  is  come. 
 
 3  Down  from  above,  the  blosi**;d  Dove 
 
 Is  come  into  my  breast. 
 To  witness  God's  eternal  love  , 
 This  is  my  joyful  feast. 
 
 4  This  makes  me  Abba  Father  cry, 
 
 With  confidence  of  soul ; 
 This  makes  me  cry,  my  Lord,  my  Grod, 
 And  that  without  control. 
 
 5  There  is  a  stream,  which  issues  foith 
 
 From  God's  eternal  throne. 
 And  from  the  Lamb,  a  living  stj-eam, 
 As  clear  as  crystal  stone  : 
 
 6  Thiu  stream  doth  water  Paradise 
 
 I I  makes  the  angeU  siixg  • 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  37) 
 
 One  cordial  drop  revives  my  soul. 
 Whence  all  my  joys  do  spring. 
 
 7  Such  joys  as  are  unspeakable, 
 
 And  full  of  glory  too  ; 
 Such  hidden  manna,  hidden  pearly 
 As  worldlings  do  not  know. 
 
 8  Eye  hath  not  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard. 
 
 From  fancy  'tis  conceal'd, 
 What  thou,  Lord,  hast  laid  up  for  thine. 
 And  hast  to  me  reveal'd. 
 
 9  I  see  thy  face,  I  hear  thy  voice, 
 
 I  taste  tliy  sweetest  love  ; 
 My  soul  doth  leap ;  but  O  I  for  wings, 
 The  wings  of  Noah's  dove  I 
 
 10  Then  would  I  fly  far  hence  away, 
 
 Leaving  this  world  of  sin ; 
 Then  wovdd  my  Lord  reach  forth  his  hand, 
 And  kindly  take  me  in. 
 
 11  Then  would  my  soul  with  angels  feast. 
 
 On  joys  that  ever  last ; 
 Blest  be  my  God,  tlie  God  of  joys, 
 Who  givfs  me  here  a  taste 
 
 123. 
 
 God's  dealings  to  kis  children  are  all  for  the  best. 
 
 I^/B'Y  soul,  now  arise ;   my  passions,  takf 
 ^^     wing ; 
 
 Look  up  to  the  skies,  and   cheerfully  svag 
 Let  God  be  the  object,  in  praises  address'd. 
 And  this  be  my  subject, '  'tis  for  all  the  best* 
 \  Searcli  all  the  world  through ;  examine  and 
 see  ; 
 And  what  canst  thou    /iew    naore  suited  \fi 
 ^lee, 
 
378  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Than  this  declaration,  in  scriptuic  express'd. 
 That  God,  tliy  salvation, '  does  all  for  the  best. 
 
 3  Though  here  day  by  day  his  love  shall  set 
 
 good 
 Upon  nie  to  lay  his  fatherly  rod. 
 Yet  be  not  dejected,  however  o}>press'd ; 
 Though  sorely  afflicted, '  'tis  all  I'or  the  best' 
 
 4  On  creatures  below  I'll  not  set  my  heart, 
 For  surely  I  know  we  shortly  must  part; 
 For  though  when  God  gives  them  his  name  '8 
 
 to  be  bless'd, 
 Yet  when  he  removes  them  "tis  all  for  the 
 
 best.' 
 ?  But  O  the  bless'd  day  !  (and  soon  'twill  arise,) 
 When    freed    from    my  clay,    I'll    mount  tc 
 
 the  skies ; 
 And  when  I  do  enter  my  heavenly  rest, 
 I'll  there  sing  for  ever  '  'twas  all  for  the  best. 
 
 124.     lis. 
 The  dying  Christian. 
 
 MY  soul 's    full  of  glory,    mspiring    my 
 tongue ; 
 Could  I  meet  with  angels,  I'd  sing  them  a 
 
 song, 
 I'd  sing  of  my  Jesus,  and  tell  of  his  charms, 
 And  beg  them  to  bciir  me  to  his  loving  arms 
 Methinks  they're  descending  to    hear  while 
 
 I  sing, 
 Well  pleas'd  to  hear  mortals  a  praising  thei 
 
 King ; 
 
 0  angels  I  O  angels  !  my  soul 's  in  a  flame, 
 
 1  faint  in  sweet  raptures  at  Jesus's  name. 
 O  Jesus  I  O  Jesus !  thou  balm  of  my  soul, 
 'Iwas  thou,  my   dear  Jesus,  that  made   my 
 
 heart  whole, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS  37v 
 
 »),  bring'    inc    to  view  Uicc,    thou    |)recioui> 
 
 awcct  King, 
 In  oceans  of  glory  thy  praises  to  sing. 
 
 I  O  licaven  !  sweet  heaven  !  I  long  to  be  there 
 To  meet  all  my  brethren,  and  Jesus,  iny  dear; 
 Come  angels,  come  angels,  I'm  ready  to  fly  : 
 Come  quickly,  convey  me  to  God  in  the  sky. 
 
 5  Sw^t  Spirits    attend    me,    till    Jesus    shall 
 
 come  ; 
 Protect    and   defend    me,    till    I    am    call'd 
 
 home  ; 
 Tho'  worms    my  poor    body  may  claim    as 
 
 their  prey, 
 'Twill    outshine,  when    rising,    the    sun    at 
 
 noon  day. 
 
 G  The  sun  shall  be  darken'd,  the  moon  turn'd 
 
 to  blood. 
 The  mountains  all  melt  at  the  presence  of 
 
 God  ; 
 Red    lightnings    may  flash,    loud    thunders 
 
 may  roar  — 
 All   this  camiot  daunt  me   on  Canaan's  blesi 
 
 shore. 
 
 7  A  glimpse  of  bright  glory  surprises  my  soul, 
 I  sink  in  sweet  raptures  to  view  the  bright 
 
 goal; 
 My  soul,  while  I'm  singing,  is  leaping  to  go, 
 This  moment  for  heaven  I'd  leave  all  belo'.v 
 
 8  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,    my  Jjord  bids 
 
 me  come  ; 
 Farewell,  my  dear   sisters,    I'm    now  f     ng 
 
 home. 
 Bright  .ingels,  now  whispering  so  sweet  iii 
 
 my  ear, 
 Away  to  my  Saviou-,  my  spirit  will  bear 
 
BO  SPIRITUAL  S'JiNGS. 
 
 9  I'm  goin^T,  I'm  going,  but  what  do  1  see  . 
 'Tis  Jesus  in  glory   appears  unto  uie ! 
 I'm  going,  I'm  going,  I'm  going,  I'm  gon« 
 O  glory  I  O  glory  I  'tis  done,  it  is  done. 
 
 125.     7s. 
 
 NOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme. 
 Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name ; 
 Ye  who  his  salvation  prove. 
 Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 
 
 2  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace, 
 Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face; 
 As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move. 
 Bless  and  praise  redeeming  love. 
 
 J  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  teeirs, 
 Banish  all  your  guilty  fears ; 
 See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
 Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 
 
 4  Ye,  alas  !  who  long  have  been 
 Willing  slaves  to  death  and  sin. 
 Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
 Stop  and  taste  redeeiiiing  love. 
 
 5  Welcome  all  by  sin  oppress'd, 
 Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest ; 
 Nothing  brought  him  from  abovei. 
 Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 
 
 €  When  his  spirit  leads  us  home, 
 When  we  to  his  glory  come. 
 We  shall  all  the  fullness  prove 
 Of  our  Lord's  redeeming  love. 
 
 7  He  subdu'd  the  infernal  powernj 
 Those  tremendous  foes  of  ours. 
 From  their  cursed  empire  drovei 
 Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  881 
 
 R  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring-, 
 Strike  aloud  each  cheerful  string; 
 Mortals,  join  the  host  above, 
 Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 
 
 126.    L.M. 
 
 NOW  we  are  met  in  holy  fear, 
 To  hear  tlie  happy  saints  declare 
 The  rich  compassions  of  a  God, 
 The  virtues  of  a  Saviour's  blood. 
 
 2  Jesus,  assist  them  now  to  tell 
 
 What  they  have  felt,  and  now  they  feel , 
 O  Saviour  !  help  them  to  express 
 The  wonders  of  triumphant  grace. 
 
 3  While  to  the  church  they  freely  own 
 vVhat  for  their  souls  the  Lord  hath  done, 
 »Ve'd  join  to  praise  eternal  love, 
 
 And  heighten  all  the  joys  above. 
 
 127. 
 
 O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 
 Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze 
 All  the  promises  do  travail 
 With  a  glorious  day  of  grace. 
 Blessed  Jubilee, 
 Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn ! 
 "*  Let  the  Indian,  let  the  negro, 
 Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 
 That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 
 Once  obtain'd  on  Calvary: 
 Let  the  Gospel 
 f^ud  resound  from  s^ore  to  shore. 
 
 9  Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darknes^f 
 Grant  them.  Lord,  the  glorious  light' 
 
38*2  SPIRITUAL  SOiNGS 
 
 And  from  eastern  coast  to  western 
 May  the  morning  chase  the  night 
 And  Redemption, 
 Freely  purchas'd,  win  the  day. 
 4  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel, 
 Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  ; 
 May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
 Multiply  and  still  increase ; 
 Sway  thy  sceptre, 
 Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 
 
 128.    L.  M. 
 
 Desiring  Repentance. 
 
 OGIVE  me,  Lord,  my  sins  to  mouin, 
 My  sins  which  have  thy  body  torn 
 Give  me  witli  broken  heart  to  see 
 Thy  last  tremendous  agony. 
 
 2  O,  could  1  gain  the  mountain's  lieight. 
 And  gaze  upon  tlie  bleeding  sight  I 
 Ah  1  that,  with  Salem'?  daugliters,  I 
 Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die  I 
 
 3  I'd  smite  my  breast,  and  weep  and  mouin. 
 And  never  from  tlie  cross  return  ; 
 
 I'd  v.'cep  o'er  an  expiring  God, 
 
 And  mix  my  tears  with  Jesus'  blood. 
 
 4  I'd  hang  arounc  nis  feet  and  cry, 
 
 '  Lord,  save  my  soul,  condemn'd   to  die !' 
 O,  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
 To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
 
 5  Father  of  mercies,  drop  thy  frown. 
 And  give  me  shelter  in  thy  Son, 
 And  with  my  broken  heart  comply ' 
 O,  gice  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 
 
 6  O  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt. 
 Only  relievt  vne  of  my  o^nilt ; 
 
SPIRITUAL  SOMGS.  3  ^ 
 
 iiood  Lord,  in  mercy  hear  me  cry, 
 A.nd  give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 
 T  O,  save  my  soul  from  gaping-  hell, 
 Or  else  witli  devils  I  must  dwell ; 
 O,  might  I  enter,  now  I'm  come  • 
 Lord  Jesus,  save  me,  or  I'm  gone. 
 
 129. 
 
 O  GLORIOUS  hope  of  perfect  love  ! 
 It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above. 
 It  bears  on  eagles'  wings, 
 It  gives  my  ravish'd  soul  a  taste. 
 And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 
 With  Jesus,  Priest  and  King. 
 2  The  things  eternal  I  pursue, 
 A  happiness   beyond  the  view 
 
 Of  tliose  who  vainly  pant 
 For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen 
 Their  honour,  wealth,   and   pleasures  meaR 
 I  neither  have  nor  want. 
 i  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own, 
 A  stranger,  to  the  world  unknown. 
 
 I  all  their  goods  despise  ; 
 I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
 I  seek  a  country  out  of  sight, 
 A  country  in  the  skies : 
 t  There  is  my  house  and    portion  fair, 
 My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there. 
 
 And  my  abiding  home ; 
 For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
 And  angels  beckon  me  away 
 And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 
 5  I  come,  my  Lord,  thy  servant   cries, 
 I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the   skies 
 And  cimm  my  heavenly  res* 
 
4S4  SPIRITUAL  SONGS 
 
 Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end. 
 Now    O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
 Receive  me  to  tliy  breast. 
 
 130. 
 
 O   HAPPY  time,  long  waited  for. 
 The  comfort  of  my  heart ; 
 Since  I  have  met  the  saints  once  more 
 
 O,  may  we  never  part  I 
 Temptations  cease  to    break  my  peace 
 
 And  all  my  sorrows  die  ; 
 When  I  with  you  my  love  renew, 
 O,  what  a  lieaven  have  1 1 
 
 2  My  sorrow 's  past,  and  I  at  last 
 
 Have   heavenly  comforts  found  ; 
 My  heart  to  Jesus  I  have  given. 
 
 And  I'm  for  Canaan  bound. 
 If  fellowship  with  saints  below, 
 
 Is  to  our  souls  so  sweet, 
 What  heavenly  comforts  shall  we  know 
 
 When  round  his  throne  we  meet  I 
 
 3  While  here  we  sit  and  sing  his  love, 
 
 With  rapture  so  divine. 
 With  patience  more  like  those  above. 
 
 While  in  these  songs  we  join, 
 Our  hearts  are  fill'd  with  holy  zeal. 
 
 We  long  to  see  the  King ; 
 We  long  to  reach  those  heavenly  hills. 
 
 Where  samts  and  angels  sing. 
 t  Sinners,  come  try,  you  that  stand  by, 
 
 You  may  be  happy  too ; 
 <~!hrist  died  for  all,  that  on  him  call, 
 
 Sinners,  he  died   for  you. 
 if  I  could  know  which  of  you'd  g«>, 
 
 I'd  take  you  by  the  hand. 
 And  lead  you  on  the  way  Chri»>  's  goo: 
 
 Toward  the  heavenly  h'"?-^ 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS  38.' 
 
 i  On  the  other  hand,  if  you  will  stand 
 
 Just  on  the  brink  of  hell, 
 I'll  first  you  warn,  then  my  back  turn, 
 
 And  bid  you  all  farewell ; 
 For  I  must  go  to  Christ,  I  know, 
 
 I  long  with  him  to  dwell ; 
 The  samts,  also,  will  bid   you  adieu ; 
 
 Poor  sinners  all  farewell. 
 
 131.    lis. 
 
 OHOW  I  have  long'd  for  the  coming  of 
 God, 
 nd  sought  him  by  praying  and  searching 
 
 his  word ! 
 Ry  watching   and   mourning   my    soul    was 
 
 oppress'd, 
 Nor  could  I  give  over  till  sinners  were  bless'd. 
 The  tokens  of  mercy  at  length  do  appear ; 
 According  to  promise  he  answer'd  my  prayer , 
 The   prospects   now  open'd  do  gladden   my 
 
 soul ; 
 Salvation  from  Zion  's  beginning  to  roll. 
 The  good  news  of  mercy  is  spreading  abroad, 
 And  sinners  are  crying  and  turning  to  God ; 
 The  tears  of  contrition  now  pour  like  a  flood. 
 And  many  find  favour  in  Jesus's  blood. 
 Here's  more,  my  dear  Saviour,  that  fall  at 
 
 thy  feet, 
 Oppress'd  by  a  burden  enormously  great; 
 O,  raise  them,  dear  Jesus,  to  tell  of  thy  love. 
 And  sing  of  thy  glory  like  angels  above. 
 Shout,  all  the  creation,  below  and  above, 
 Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus's  love ; 
 Break   forth   into   singing,   ye   trees   nf  the 
 
 wood. 
 For  Jesus  is  brmging  lost  sinners  t<.'    rod 
 25 
 
386  SPIRITUAL  SOINGS. 
 
 6  Let  all  who  have  being  rejoice  now  and  sin^, 
 O  God,   make   the   nations  with   praises   u 
 
 ring 
 With  loud  acclamations  of  Jesus's  love, 
 And  carry  us  up  to  the  city  above. 
 
 7  We'll  wait  for  thy  chariot,  it  seems  to  drt  w 
 
 near ; 
 
 0  come,  my  dear  Saviour,  let  glory  appear 
 
 1  long  to  be  singing  and  shouting  above. 
 With  angels  o'erwhclm'd  in  the  ocean  of  lovt 
 
 Biggs'  Collection.]     132. 
 Tke  Soul  in  triumph, 
 
 O  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  I  know  thou  art 
 mine, 
 For  thee  all  the  pleasures  of  life  I'd  resign ; 
 Of  objects  most  pleasing,  I  love  thee  the  best, 
 Without  thee    I'm  wretched,   but   with  thee 
 I'm  blest. 
 
 Th:)u  art  my  rich  treasure,  my  joy  and  my 
 
 *  •■  '^?9d,  are  the  angels  above; 
 
 ^or  ..hee  ail  iric  j...  ^s.l'JS  of  sense  I'd  forego, 
 And  vvaiider  a  pilgrim  u-'trssssd  below. 
 
 Thy  Spirit  first  taught  me    to   kn.,      I  w?  ' 
 
 blind. 
 Then  taught  me  the  way  of  salvation  to  find 
 And  when  I  was  sinking  into  black  despair, 
 My  Saviour  reliev'd  me,  and  bid  nic  not  fear 
 In  vain  I  attempt  to  describe  what  I  feel. 
 The  language  of  mortals  for  ever  must  fail; 
 My  Jesus  is  precious,  my  soul 's  all  on  flama 
 I'm  rais'd  in  sweet  raptures  wiiile   praising 
 his  name. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  38-3 
 
 j  Though    poor   and    despised,   by    fa.th    I    now 
 
 stand, 
 
 Upheld  and  supported  by  heaven's  kind  liand' 
 
 In  Jesus  supported,  I'll  praise  his  dear  name. 
 
 Regardless  of  censure,  of  praise,  or  of  blame. 
 
 0  I   find  him  in  singing,  I  find   him   in    prayer, 
 In   sweet  meditation  he  always   is  near ; 
 My  constant  companion,  0  may  we  not  part! 
 All    glory   to   Jesus,  he  dwells   in  my   heart' 
 
 7   If  ever  I  lov'd,  sure  I  love  thee,  my  Lord; 
 I   love   thy   dear   people,   thy    ways   and    thy 
 
 word; 
 I    love   all   creation,    I   love   sinners   too, 
 Since  Jesus  has  died  to  redeem  them  from  woe 
 
 ^  I'm  happy  in  Christ,  I  regard  not  the  proud, 
 Though   sinners   despise   me  for   singing   so 
 
 loud ; 
 For   death    will   soon    call   me     ^nd    then   I 
 
 shall    fly, 
 To   praise   my   dear   Jesus,   in   imnsions  on 
 
 high. 
 
 >   When   millions  of  ages  my  soul   r-^^all   em- 
 ploy, 
 Ir   praising   my    Saviour,   my   Life,   i^i   my 
 
 Joy  ; 
 The   glorified    spirits   and   angels   around. 
 Will  all  be  delighted   to  join  the  glad  sound. 
 
 133. 
 
 T'le  Happy  Mav. 
 
 HAPPY    the   man    of  heavenly    birth, 
 Beyond    the   proudest   boast   of  earth. 
 Whom   grace   divine   sustains ; 
 
388  csflRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 To   scenes   of  living   verdure   led, 
 Plenty  and   peace   their   blessings   sprend, 
 And   not  a   thought  complains. 
 
 2  Conducted   by  a   gracious   guide, 
 
 Where   streams  of  sweet    refreshment    glid* 
 
 And    fed    with    food    divine; 
 God  is   the  guardian    of  his   rest. 
 Beneath  his    smile,  serenely   blest, 
 
 He   bids   his   soul    recline. 
 
 3  The   constant  bounty  of  his   Lord, 
 With  rich    provision    spreads   his   board, 
 
 Amid   repining    foes  : 
 While    peace   and   gladness   on    his    head 
 Their  sweetest   odours   hourly  shed. 
 
 His  cup  with    bliss  o'erflows : 
 
 4  O    happy    portion !    lot  divine ! 
 Thus  shall   indulgent   goodness  shine 
 
 On    all    his  future  days ; 
 Forever  near   his   guardian    God, 
 Shall  mercy   fix   his   blest  abode, 
 
 And    tune   his   soul    to   praise. 
 
 134. 
 
 OLORD  of  hosts,   my   God   and    Kin^ 
 Thou    maker    of  my    frame, 
 O.  teach    my  youthful   lips   to  sing 
 
 In  praise   of  thy  great  name. 
 They  say  I  am   a   sinner  born. 
 The   stain    lies   deep  within ; 
 O,  may   thy  grace  my  base  heart  turn, 
 And    cleanse  my   soul   from   sin. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGb.  389 
 
 9  Lord,  Satan  will  my  soul  destroy. 
 
 Unless  tliou  interfere ; 
 With  cruel  rage,  malicious  joy, 
 
 lie  will  my  body  tear. 
 Prevent  it.  Lord,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
 
 Who  bled,  and  groan'd,  and  died ', 
 O,  may  I  shelter  in  him  take, 
 
 And  in  him  safely  hide. 
 ^  Lord  Jesus,  teach  me  what  I  am, 
 
 And  give  me  grace  to  learn, 
 \u  all  thy  ways  to  praise  thy  name ; 
 
 O,  keep  me  safe  from  harm  ; 
 And  then  thy  goodness  I  shall  know. 
 
 And  praise  thee  more  sincere, 
 And  look  on  all  things  here  below 
 
 With  views  as  light  as  they  are. 
 1  Prepare  me  in  this  world  below. 
 
 For  brighter  worlds  above. 
 Whore  sin  and  sorrow  never  go, 
 
 But  all  are  fiU'd  with    love. 
 O,  may  I  praise  the  Lord  on  high 
 
 In  strong,  immortal  strains, 
 Wiicre  heavenly  pleasures  never    Je, 
 
 But  God  in  glory  reigns. 
 
 135. 
 
 OMAY  I  worthy  prove   fc  see 
 The  saints  in  full  prosperity  ; 
 To  see  the  bright,  the  glittering  Bride 
 Close  seated  by  her  Saviour's  side. 
 Hallelujah. 
 2  O,  may  I  find  some  humble  seat. 
 Beneath  my  dear  Redeemer's  feet; 
 A  servant,  as  befo-e  I've  been, 
 And  sing  salvation  to  my  King, 
 Hallelujah. 
 
890  SPiRI'l'UAi.  SOXGS. 
 
 3  I'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die : 
 From  gncf  and  woe  my  soul  shall  fly , 
 Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
 Away  to  new  Jerusalem, 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 4  I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath 
 I  hope  to  praise  him  afler  death ; 
 
 I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die, 
 And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 5  Farewell,  vain  world,  I'm  going  hoi ue . 
 My  Saviour  smiles,  and  bids  me  come 
 Sweet  angels  beckon  me  away. 
 
 To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day. 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 6  I  soon  shall  pass  the  vale  of  deathj 
 And  in  his  arms  I'll  lose  my  breath 
 And  then  my  happy  soul  shall  tell, 
 My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 7  I  soon  shall  hear  the  awful  sound, 
 
 '  Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  ; 
 Arise  and  drop  your  dying  shrouds. 
 And  meet  King  Jesus  in  tlie  clouds 
 Hallelujah.' 
 
 8  When  to  that  blessed  world  I  rise, 
 And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies, 
 This  note  above  the  rest  shall  swell, 
 
 *  My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  wclL 
 Hallelujc-'i.' 
 
 9  Then  shall  I  see  my  blessed  God, 
 And  praise  him  in  his  bright  abode  ; 
 My  theme  to  all  eternity. 
 
 Shall  '  Glory,  glory,  glory'  be. 
 Hallelujah. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  301 
 
 13G. 
 
 The  Inquiry. 
 
 ^r>EIiL   me,   ye    •jvirigcd    wine's, 
 JL     That   round    my  pathway  roar, 
 Do  ye    not  know  some   spot 
 
 AVhere   mortals  weep    no    more? 
 Some   lone    and   pleasant    dell, 
 Some   valley    in    the   West, 
 Where,  f;ee   from   toil   and    pain, 
 The  weary  soul    may   rest  ? 
 ''he  loud  wind  dwindled  to  a  whisper   low, 
 \nd    sighed   for  pity  as  it  answered  "JNo!" 
 
 2  Tell  me,  thou    mighty  deep, 
 
 Whose  billows    round  me   play, 
 Know'st  thou   some   favoured    spot. 
 
 Some   island    far   away, 
 Where  weary  man   may  find 
 
 The   bliss  for   which   he  sighs, 
 Where   sorrow  never   lives. 
 And   friendship    never   diesi 
 PLe  loud  waves   rolling   in    perpetual   flow, 
 Stopped  for  a  while,  and  sighed  to  answer  "  No!" 
 
 3  And  thou,   serenesf   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, 
 \^'here    miserable   man 
 
 Might    find    a   happier   lot? 
 Behind   a  cloud   the    moon  wihdrew   in   wo, 
 A.nd  a  voice  sweet,  but  sad,  responded    "  No  ?' 
 
S92  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 4   Tell    me,  my  sacred   soul, 
 
 Oh !   tell   me,  Hope   and   Faith, 
 Is   there   no  resting   place 
 
 From   sorrow,  sin,  and  death  1 
 Is   there  no   happy   spot 
 
 Where   mortals  may   be    blest, 
 Where  grief  may  find    a   balm, 
 And  weariness   a    rest  1 
 Faith,  Hope,  and   Love,    best  boons  to   c&oiial 
 
 given, 
 Wav'd  their  bright  wings,  and  whispered  "Yea 
 in    Heaven." 
 
 131.     P.  M. 
 
 ONE    spark,  O  God,  of  heavenly  fire, 
 Awakes  my   heart   with  warm  desire 
 To   reach    the   realms   above ; 
 Immortal    glories   round  me  shine, 
 I   drink    the  streams   of  joy  divine, 
 And   sing   redeeming   love. 
 
 t  O   could   I  wing   my  way  in  haste, 
 Soon   with  bright  seraphs   would  I  feaat, 
 
 And  join    their   sweet   employ, 
 I'd  glide  along   the   heavenly   stream, 
 And  join    their  most   exalted   theme 
 
 Of  everlasting  joy. 
 
 8  Too   mean  this   little   globe   for  me, 
 N^r  will    I   e'er  contented  be 
 With   tb'nffs  that   are  so   vain : 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS  893 
 
 Its  greatest  treasures  are   but  dross. 
 Its  grandeur  short,  its  pleasures  croesM, 
 
 Its  joys  all  mix'd  with  pain. 
 But  resting  in  my  Saviour's  arms, 
 My  soul  enjoys  transporting  charms 
 
 Of  everlasting  love, 
 There 's  life,  there 's  joy,  there's  settled  peace, 
 And  friendship  that  will  never  cease, 
 
 A  rock  that  cannot  move. 
 Soar,  then,  my  soul,   stretch  every  thoughu 
 To  meet  within  the  heavenly  court. 
 
 Above  this  mortal  orb ; 
 There  with  the  angels  let  me  rise, 
 And  find  my  seat  above  the  skies, 
 
 Where  sins  no  more  disturb. 
 There,  with  an  everlasting  band 
 Of  kindred  saints,  at  God's  right  hand. 
 
 My  thirsty  spirit  move, 
 To  soar,  to  shout,  to  reign,  to  rest. 
 For  ever  and  for  ever  blest, 
 
 Jn  realms  of  endless  love. 
 
 13§. 
 
 ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
 And  cast  a  wistful  eye 
 To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
 
 Where  my  possessions  lie. 
 O,  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene 
 
 That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
 Sweet  fields,  array'd  in  living  green, 
 
 Ajiq  rivers  of  delight. 
 There  gen'rous  fruits,  that  never  fail 
 
 On  trees  immortal  grow  ; 
 There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  Talei^ 
 
 With  milk  and  honey  flow. 
 
394  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 All  o'er  Ihose  wide  extended  plains, 
 
 Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
 There  God,  the  Son,  for  ever  re.'gns, 
 
 And  scatters  night  away. 
 3  Nc  chilling  winds  or  ])oisonous  breath 
 
 Can  rcacli  that  healthful  shore; 
 Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
 
 Arc  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 
 When  shall  I  reach  that   happy  place, 
 
 And  be  for  ever  bless'd  ? 
 When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
 
 And  in  liis  bosom  rest  ? 
 1  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 
 
 Can  here  no  longer  stay  ; 
 Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll. 
 
 Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 
 There  on  those  high  and  flowery  plains, 
 
 Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire; 
 But  in  perpetual,  joyful  strains, 
 
 Redeeming  love  a^'niire. 
 
 J  Straphan.J     139. 
 Heaven. 
 
 ON  wings   of   faith   mount  up,  my  soul 
 and  rise  ; 
 View  thine  inheritance  beyond  the  skies ; 
 Nor  heart  can  think,  nor  mortal  tongue  can 
 
 tell 
 What  endless    pleasures   in  those    mansions 
 dwell ; 
 Here  our  Redeemer  lives,   all   bright  and 
 
 glori'jus. 
 O'er   sin,  and    death,  and   hell   he  reigtia 
 victorious. 
 S  No  gnawing  grief,  no  sad,  heart-rending  pain 
 In  th?t  blest  coimtry  can  admission  gain  • 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  395 
 
 No  sorrow  tiicre,  no  soul-tormenting  ^Ciir, 
 For  God's  own  hand  sliall  wipe  the   falling 
 tear. 
 Here  our  Redeemer  lives,  &c. 
 
 3  Before  the  throne  a  crystal  river  glides  ; 
 Immortal  verdu^e  decks  its  cheerfijl  sides; 
 Here  tlie  fair  Tree  of  Life  majestic  rears 
 Its  blooming  head,  and  sovereign  virtue  bears. 
 
 Here  our  Redeemer  Uves,  &.c. 
 
 4  No  rising  sun  his  needless  beams  displays, 
 No  sickly  moon  emits  her  feeble  rays  : 
 The  Godhead  here  celestial  glory  sheds, 
 Th'  exalted  Lamb  eternal  radiance  spreads. 
 
 Here  our  Redeemer  lives,  &.c. 
 
 5  One  distant  glimpse  my  eager  passion  fires 
 Jesus,  to  thee  my  longing  soul  aspires  ! 
 When  shall  I  at  my  heavenly  home  arrive  7 
 When  leave  this  earth,  and  when  begin   to 
 
 live  ? 
 
 For  here  my  Saviour  is  all  bright  and  glo- 
 rious. 
 
 O'er  sin,  and  death,  and  hell  he  reigns  vie 
 torious. 
 
 140. 
 
 OTELL  me  no  more  of  this  vain  world's 
 store, 
 The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er; 
 A    country    I've    found     where    true    joys 
 
 abound, 
 To    dwell    I'm    determin'd,  on    that    haopy 
 ground. 
 
 rhe  souls  that  believe,  in  Paradise  live 
 \.nd  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive 
 
J6  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 My  soul  cfon't  delay,  he  calls  thee  away, 
 Rise,  follow  the  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad 
 day. 
 
 3  No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow  , 
 What  light,  strength  and  comfort — go  after 
 
 him,  go, 
 Lo !   onward  I  move  to  a  country  above. 
 None    guesses    how   wondrous    my    jourrwj} 
 
 will  prove. 
 
 4  Great   spoils  I   shall  win,    from    death,    hell 
 
 and  sin  ; 
 'Midst    outward   affliction,    shall  feel   Christ 
 
 within ; 
 And  when  I'm  to  die,  '  Receive  me,'  I'll  cry 
 For  Jesus  has  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 
 
 5  But  still  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  join'd, 
 He'll  not  live  in  glory,  and  leave  me  behind. 
 So,  this  is  the  race  I'm  running  thro'  grace, 
 Henceforth,  till  admitted   to  see    my  Lord's 
 
 face. 
 
 €  And  now  I'm  in  care,  my  neighbours  may 
 
 share 
 Those  blessings  ;  to  seek  them  will  none  of 
 
 you  dare  ? 
 In  bondage,  O  why,  and  death,  wiP  you  lie. 
 When  one  here  assures  you  free  grace  is  sr 
 
 nigh  ? 
 
 141. 
 
 Influences  of  the  Spirit. 
 .    TT^HO    but  thou,  Almighty  Spirit, 
 V\      Can    the    heathen   world   reclaiTi  1 
 Men    may  preach,  but,  till  Thou  favoar. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  nVI 
 
 Heathens  still   will    be  the  same: 
 Mighty    Spirit ! 
 Witness  to   the   Saviour's   name. 
 
 i  Thou  hast   promised  by  the   prophets, 
 
 Gio'ious  light  in   latter  days: 
 Come,  and   bless  bewilder'd   nations, 
 
 Change  our   prayers  and   tears   to  praise 
 Promised   Spirit ! 
 Round  the  world   diffuse  thy  rays. 
 
 9  All   our   hopes,  and    prayers,   and   labours 
 Must   be   vain   without   thine  aid : 
 
 But   tho  I  wilt   not   disappoint   us. 
 All    is   true   that    thou   hast   said ; 
 
 Gracious   Spirit ! 
 
 O'er   the   world    thy   influence   shed. 
 
 Stensett.]     141»     Second  Part.     L.  M 
 Our  bodies  the  temple  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 
 
 AND   will   the  offended   God   again 
 Return,   and   dwell   with  sinful   mev° 
 Will    he   within   this  bosom  raise 
 A   living   temple   to   his  praise  1 
 
 •  The  joyful  news  transports  my  breast; 
 All  hail!  I  cry,  thou  heavenly  Guest! 
 Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  powers  within. 
 And   let  the   King    of  Glory   in. 
 
 B  Enter    with   all   thy   heavenly   tram, 
 Here   live,   and  here  forever   reign ; 
 Thy   sceptre   o'er   my    passions  sway, 
 Let   love    command,   and   I'll  obey. 
 
398  SPIRITUAL  SOJNGS. 
 
 4  Reason   and    conscience   shall   submit 
 And   pay   their   homage  at  thy    feet ; 
 To    thee    I'll   consecrate   my    heart. 
 And   bid  each   rival   thence   depart. 
 
 142. 
 
 OTHOU  God  of  my  salvation. 
 My  Redeemer  from  all  sin ; 
 Mov'd  to  this  by  great  compassion. 
 Yearning  bowels  from  within ; 
 
 I  would  praise  thee, 
 Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin  ? 
 
 2  While  the  angels  choirs  are  crying, 
 
 '  Glory  to  the  great  I  AM,' 
 I  with  them  would  still  be  vying, 
 '  Glory,  glory  to  tlic  Lamb ;' 
 
 O,  how  precious 
 Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name  1 
 
 3  Nov/  I  see  with  joy  and  wonder, 
 
 Whence  those  healing  streams  area* 
 Angels'  minds  are  lost,  to  ponder 
 Dying  love's  mysterious  cause  ; 
 
 Yet  the  blessing, 
 Down  in  love  to  me  it  flows. 
 
 4  Though  unseen,  I  love  the  Saviour ; 
 
 He  almighty  grace  has  shown  ; 
 Pardon'd  guilt  and  purchas'd  favour 
 This  to  mortals  he  makes  known 
 
 Give  him  glory. 
 Glory,  glory  is  his  own. 
 
 5  Angels  now  are  hov'ring  round  us, 
 
 Unpcrceiv'd  they  mix  the  throng, 
 Wond'ring  at  the  grace  that  crown  cw, 
 Glad  to  join  our  holy  song ; 
 
 Hallelujah, 
 Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  399 
 
 143.     P.M. 
 
 OTHOU,   in    vvliose    presence    my    soul 
 takes  delight, 
 On  whom  in  afHiction  I  call ; 
 My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night. 
 
 My  liopc,  my  salvation,  my  all ; 
 Where  dost  thou  at  noontide  resort  with  thy 
 sheep, 
 To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
 For  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep. 
 Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 
 
 O,  w'hy  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 
 
 Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
 Thy  foes  will  rejoice  wlien  my  sorrows  they 
 see, 
 
 And  smile  at  the   tears  I  have  shed. 
 Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen 
 
 The  star  that  on  Israei  shone  ? 
 Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 
 
 And  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone  ? 
 
 This  is  my  Beloved :    His  form  is  divine, 
 
 His  vestment  sheds  odours  around  ; 
 The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the 
 vine. 
 
 When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 
 The  roses  of  Sharon,  the  lilies  that  grow 
 
 In  the  vales  on  the  banks  of  the  streams. 
 His  clieeks  in  the  beauty  of  excellence  glow 
 
 And  his  eyes  are  as  qmvers  of  beams 
 
 His  voice,  as  the  sound  of  a  dulcimer  sv/eet, 
 Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death ; 
 
 The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet. 
 And  the  air  is  perfum'd  by  his  breath. 
 
 His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  rigliteousness  flow. 
 That  waters  the  garden  of  grace ; 
 
400  SPIRl  rUAL  SONGS. 
 
 t  .om  whence   their    saivation    the    Gentileg 
 
 shall  know, 
 Aiid  bask  in  the   sniiles  of  his  face. 
 
 5  Love  sits  in  his  eye-lids,  and  scatters  delight 
 
 Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high ; 
 Their  faces  the  cherubim  veil  in  his  sight. 
 
 And  tremble  with  fuUnetJS  of  joy. 
 He  looks,  and  ten  thousfind  of  angels  rejoice 
 
 And  myriads  wait  for  his  word ; 
 He  speaks,  and  eternity,  fill'd  with  his  voice 
 
 Re-echoes  the  praise  of  her  Lord. 
 
 6  His    vestment    of  righteousness,    who    shall 
 
 describe  ? 
 Its  purity  words  would  defile  ; 
 The  heavens  from  his  presence  fresh  beautj 
 imbibe, 
 And  earth  is  made  rich  by  his  smile. 
 Such  is  my  Beloved,  in  excellence  bright. 
 
 When  pleas'd  he  looks  down  from  above  • 
 Like  the  morn,  v/hen  he  breathes  from  the 
 chambers  of  Hght, 
 And  comforts  his  people  with  love. 
 ^  But  when  armed  with  vengeance,  with  ter 
 ror  he  comes. 
 The  nations  rebellious  to  tame. 
 The  reins  of  omnipotent  power  he  assumes. 
 
 And  rides  on  a  chariot  of  flame ; 
 A  two-edged  sword  from  his    mouth    issues 
 forth, 
 Bright  quivers  of  fire  are  his  eyes  ; 
 He  speaks,  the  black    tempests  are  seen  ii. 
 the  north. 
 And  storms  from  their  caverns  arise. 
 B  Ten    thousand    destructions,    that    wait    foi 
 his  word, 
 And  ride  on  the  wings  of  his  breath, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  401 
 
 Fly  swift  as  the  wind,   at  tlie  nod  of  their 
 Lord, 
 And  deal  out  the  arrows  of  death ; 
 His  cloud-bursting  thunders,  their  voices  re- 
 sound 
 Through  all  the  vast  regions  on  high 
 Till    from    the  deep  centre   loud  echoes  re- 
 bound, 
 To  meet  the  quick  flames  in  the  sky. 
 
 The  portals  of  heaven  at  his  bidding  obey, 
 
 And  expand,  ere  his  banners  appear , 
 Earth  trembles  beneath,  till    her  mountains 
 give  way, 
 And  hell  shakes  her  fetters  with  fear. 
 When  he  treads    on  the  clouds  at  the  dust 
 of  his  feet, 
 And  grasps  the  big  storms  in  his  hand ; 
 What    eye  the  fierce    glance    of  his    anger 
 can  meet, 
 Or  who  in  his  presence  shall  stand  ? 
 
 144.     10s. 
 Praise  for  salvation  through  the  hlood  of  Chrtst. 
 iUR  Saviour  alone,  the  Lord,  let  us  bless, 
 
 O' 
 
 Who  reigns  on  his    throne  the  Prince 
 
 of  our  peace  ; 
 Who    evermore    saves    us    by  shedding  his 
 
 blood , 
 All  hail !  holy  Jesos,  our  Lord  and  our  Go<l 
 
 We  thankfully  sing  thy  glory  and  praise, 
 rhou  merciful  spring  of  pity  and  grace. 
 Thy  kindness  for  ever  to  men  we  will  teB 
 And  say  our  dear  Saviour  redeems  us  froiB 
 hell. 
 
 26 
 
H)2  SPIRITUAL  SONGS 
 
 3  Preserve  us  in  love  wlnle  here  we  abide, 
 O  never  remove  thy  presence,  nor  hiue 
 Tliy  glorious  salvation  till  eacli  of  us  see 
 With  joy  tlie  blest  vision  completed  in  thee 
 
 145. 
 
 OYE  immortal  throng 
 Of  angels  round  the  throne, 
 Join  with  our  feeble  song 
 
 To  make  our  Saviour  known , 
 On  earth  ye  knew  liis  wondrous  grace, 
 His  beauteous  face  in  heaven  ye  view. 
 Ye  saw  the  heaven-born  cliild 
 
 In  human  flesh  array 'd, 
 Benevolent  and  mild, 
 
 While  in  the  manger  laid ; 
 And  praise  to  God,  and  peace  on  earth, 
 For  such  a  birth,  proclaim  aloud. 
 Ye  in  the  wilderness 
 
 Bclield  the  tempter  spoil'd, 
 Well  known  in  every  dress. 
 
 In  every  combat  foil'd  ; 
 And  joy'd  to  crown  the  victor's  head. 
 When  Satan  fled  before  his  frown. 
 Around  the  bloody  tree 
 
 Ye  press'd  with  strong  desire. 
 That  wondrous  sight  to  see. 
 
 The  Lord  of  life  expire  ; 
 And  could  your  eyes  ha\'^  known  a  tear 
 Had  dropt  it  there  in  sad  surprise. 
 Around  his  sacred  tomb, 
 
 A  willing  watch  you  keep ; 
 Till  the  blest  momcjit  come 
 
 To  rouse  him  from  his  sleep : 
 Then  roll'd  the  stone,  and  all  ador'd 
 Youi  rising  Lord  with  joy  unknow*> 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  40? 
 
 6  When  all  array'd  in  light. 
 
 The  shining  conqueror  rode, 
 Ye  hail'd  his  rapturous  flight 
 
 Up  to  the  throne  of  God  : 
 And  wav'd  around  your  golden  wings, 
 And  struck  your  strings  of  sweetest  soar:* 
 
 7  The  warbling  notes  pursue, 
 
 And  louder  anthems  raise  ; 
 VVJiile  mortals  sing  with  j'ou, 
 
 Their  oicn  Redeemer's  praise  : 
 Ajid  thou  my  heart  with  equal  flame, 
 And  joy  the  same,  perform  thy  part. 
 
 Newton.]     146. 
 
 PRECIOUS  Bible!  what  a  treasure 
 Does  tlie  word  of  God  afford  I 
 All  I  want  for  life  or  pleasure. 
 
 Food  and   med'cine,  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, 
 Tho'  it  fills,  it  never  cloys ; 
 On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed,. 
 He  is  meat  and  drink  indeed  ! 
 i  When  my  faith  is  weak  and  sickly, 
 Or  when  Satan  wounds  my  mind  j 
 Cordials  to  revive  me  quickly. 
 
 Healing  med'cines.  here  I  find  ; 
 To  the  promises  I  flee. 
 Each  affords  a  remedy. 
 4  In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 
 Satan  cannot  make  me  yield  i 
 For  the  word  of  consolation 
 Is  to  me  a  miffhty  shield,  •• 
 
404  SPIRITUAL  SONGS 
 
 While  the  scripture  truths  are  BUie, 
 From  his  inalice  Pm  secure. 
 
 5  Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me 
 
 When   I  take  the  Spirit's  sword  ; 
 Then  with  case  I  drive  him   from  mc, 
 
 Satiin  trembles  at  tlie  word. 
 'Tjs  a  sword  for  conquest  made, 
 Keen  the  edge  and  strong  the  blade. 
 
 6  Shall  I  envy  then  the  miser. 
 
 Doting  on  his  golden  store  : 
 Sure  I  am,  or  should  be  wiser, 
 
 I  am  rich,  'tis  he  is  jwor ; 
 Jesus  gives  me  in  his  word. 
 Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sword. 
 
 147. 
 
 aUITE  weary,  near  to  faint, 
 I  my  sad  state  deplore  ; 
 I  would  myself  with  God  acquaint. 
 
 But  'tis  not  in  my  power. 
 I  know  my  dangerous  state, 
 
 Still  carnal,  sold  to  sin : 
 Corrupt,  impure,  degenerate, 
 
 Have  all  my  doings  been. 
 9  How  many  gracious  days 
 
 Have  I  misspent  and  lost, 
 Lov'd  to  frequent  unholy  ways, 
 
 And  made  of  sin  my  boast ! 
 fklas  I  those  days  are  gone, 
 
 Those  golden  days  are  o'er; 
 The  Gospel  here,  that  lately  sbone, 
 
 Perhaps  may  shine  no  more. 
 *  n,  whither  shall  I  fly. 
 
 If  God  has  me  forsook  ? 
 To  whom  may  I  for  mercy  cry 
 
 3r  where  for  refuge  look  ? 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  405 
 
 Hc«r  a'lall  I  meet  the  Lord, 
 
 Or  how  his  anger  bear, 
 When  I  shall  see  his  flaming-  sword 
 
 And  banner  in  the  air  ? 
 
 4  When,  by  the  trumpet's  soand, 
 
 The  dead  to  life-  shall  come, 
 And  all  who   slumber  under  ground 
 
 Shall  rise  to  know  their  doom ; 
 When  time  shall  have  an  end. 
 
 When  Jesus,  on  a  cloud, 
 Shall  with  his  angel  host  descend, 
 
 And  with  the  trump  of  God. 
 
 5  O  Lord,  my  crimes  forgive. 
 
 If  I  may  be  forgiven ; 
 And  with  thy  chosen,  me  receive, 
 
 When  thou  shalt  come  from  heaven. 
 Spare   me,  in  mercy  spare  ; 
 
 O,  wash  and  make  me  clean, 
 And  fit  me  for  the  time  when  here 
 
 I  shall  no  more  be  seen. 
 
 R 
 
 148. 
 
 Time — Knoxville. 
 EJOICE,  my  friends,  the  Lord  is  King 
 
 Let  all  prepare  to  take  him  in  ; 
 Let  Jacob  rise,  and  Zion  sing. 
 And  all  the  world  in  praises  ring 
 And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 
 
 2  O  may  the  saints  of  every  name 
 Unite  to  serve  the  bleeding  Lamb ; 
 May  jars  and  discord  cease  to  flame. 
 And  all  the  Saviour's  lore  proclaim, 
 
 And  give,  &,c. 
 
 3  I  long  to  see  all  Christians  join 
 In  union  sweet  and  love  divine. 
 
im  SPIRITUAL  SONG& 
 
 When  ev'ry  cliurch  with  grace  shall  shine 
 And  grow  in  Christ,  the  living  vine, 
 And  give,  &,c. 
 
 4  O  may  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
 
 And  mourners  hear  the  bridegroom's  vol"* 
 While  songs  of  praise  each  tongue  employe 
 And  all  obtain   immortal  joys, 
 And  give,  &,c. 
 
 5  Come,  parents,  children,  bond  and  fiee 
 Come,  will  you  go  to  heaven  with  me, 
 That  glorious  land  of  rest  to  see, 
 And  shout  with  God  eternally, 
 
 And  give,  &c. 
 
 6  Come,  who  will  march  to  win  the  prize, 
 And  take  the  kingdom  in  the  skies  ? 
 There  love  and  union  never  dies. 
 
 But  always  flows  tlirough  paradise. 
 And  give,  &c. 
 
 7  My  soul  grows  happy  while  I  sing, 
 I  feel  that  I  am  on  the  wing  ; 
 
 I'll  shout  Salvation  to  my  King, 
 Till  I  to  heaven  my  trophies  bring, 
 And  give,  &c. 
 
 8  A  few  more  days  of  pain  and  woe, 
 A  few  more  sutf 'ring  scenes  below, 
 And  then  to  Jesus  we  will  go, 
 Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow, 
 
 And  give,  &c. 
 
 9  That  awful  trumpet  soon  will  sound. 
 And  shake  the  vast  creation  round ; 
 And  all  the  nations  under  ground, 
 
 And  all  the  saints  shall  there  be  ciown'd 
 And  give,   tc 
 
SPIRITUAL  SOINGS.  lOI 
 
 149.     L.  M. 
 
 Ij(>ve  to  Christ. 
 
 ("lOME,  every  pious  heart 
 J   That  loves  the  Saviour's  name. 
 Your  ndilest  power  exert 
 To  celebrate  his  fame; 
 Tell  all  above, 
 
 And  all  below, 
 The  debt  of  love 
 Ty  him  you  owe. 
 
 2  He  left  his  starry  crovm, 
 And  laid  his  robea  aside: 
 On  wings  of  love  came  down, 
 And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died: 
 What  he  endured, 
 
 Oh,  who  can  telll 
 To  save  our  souls 
 From  death  and  hell. 
 
 8  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 
 The  mansion  of  the  dead; 
 And  thence  his  mighty  foes 
 Tn  glorious  triumph  led: 
 Up  through  the  sky 
 
 The  conqueror  rode, 
 And  reigns  on  high, 
 The  Saviour  God. 
 
 4  Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 
 
 The  debt  we  owe  thy  love; 
 Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 
 Our  gratitude  approve: 
 Our  hearts — our  all 
 To  thee  we  give: 
 The  gift,  though  small. 
 Do  *,hou  receive. 
 
408  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 S' 
 
 150.     Tht  Monthly  Concert. 
 OVEREIGN  of  worlds  alove. 
 And  Lord  of  all  below, 
 Thy  faithfulness  and  love, 
 Thy  power  and  mercy  show. 
 Fulfil  thy  word; 
 
 Thy  Spirit  give; 
 Let  heathens  live 
 And  praise  the  Lord. 
 2  On  lands  that  lie  beneath 
 Foul  superstition's  sway. 
 Whose  horrid  shades  of  death 
 Admit  no  heavenly   ray, 
 Blest  Spirit!  shine, 
 
 Their  hearts  illume; 
 Dispel  the  gloom 
 With  light  divine. 
 S  Father,  who  to  thy  Son 
 
 Thy  steadfast  word  hast  given. 
 That  through  the  earth  shall  run 
 The  news  of  peace  with  heaveu. 
 Extend  his  fame; 
 
 Thy  grace  diffuse, 
 And  let  the  news 
 The  world  reclaim. 
 4  Few  be  the  years  that  roll, 
 Ere  all  shall  worship  thee; 
 The  travail  of  his  soul, 
 Soon  let  the  Saviour  see; 
 O  God  of  grace! 
 
 Thy  power  employ, 
 Fill  earth  with  joy, 
 
 And  heaven  with  praise. 
 
 I50.     Second  Part.     CM.     The  Reguut 
 
 FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  blias 
 Thy  sovereign  wi*l  denies. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONUS.  409 
 
 Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
 Let  this  petition  rise : 
 
 i  Give  nie  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 
 From  every  murmur  free: 
 The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
 And  make  me  live  to  thee. 
 
 ?  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  ncine, 
 My  life  and  death  attend; 
 Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
 And  crown  my  journey's  end. 
 
 151.    L.  M 
 
 RENEW'D  by  grace,  we  love  the  wovrf 
 And  yield  our  souls  to  Christ  the  Lord 
 Then  to  the  Church  ourselves  we  give, 
 In  holy  fellowship  to  live. 
 
 2  Lord,  may  we  feel  that  we  are  tliine, 
 And  sweetly  on  thy  breast  recline, 
 Thy  name  revere,  thy  word  obey. 
 And  never  cease  to  watch  and  pray. 
 
 3  May  we  continue  in  thy  ways. 
 Delight  to  pray,  delight  to  praise, 
 Among  thy  saints  abide  in  love 
 Till  caird  to  shinf.  in  realms   above 
 
 Hart.]     152. 
 The  Gospel. 
 ¥>  EPENT,  ye  sons  of  men,  repent, 
 -*-*'   Hear  the  good  tidings  God  hath  sent, 
 Of  sinners  sav'd  and  sins  forgiven. 
 And  beggars  rais'd  to  reign  i.i  heaven, 
 Beggars,  beggars,  beggars,  beggars,  beggars, 
 rais'd  to  reign  in  heaven. 
 9  God  sent  his  Son  to  die  for  ii«:, 
 Die  to  rcleera  us  from  the  curse: 
 
UO  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 He  took  our  weakness,  bare  our  load, 
 
 And  dearly   bought  us  with  his  blood 
 
 Dearly,  dearly,  &c. 
 
 3  In  guilt's  dark  dungeon,  where  we  lay 
 Mercy  cried  '  spare,^  and  Justice  '  slay 
 But  Jesus  answer'd,  '  set  them  free  ; 
 And  pardon  them,  and  punish  mc' 
 
 Pardon,  pardon,  &.c 
 
 4  Salvation  is  of  God  alone, 
 Life  everlasting,  in  his  Son  ; 
 
 And  he  tiiat  gave  his  Son  to  bleed. 
 Will  freely  give  us  all  we  need. 
 Freely,  freely,  &c. 
 6  Believe  the  Gospel  and  rejoice, 
 
 Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice  , 
 His  goodness  praise,  his  wonders  tell. 
 Who  ransom'd  all  our  souls  from  hell 
 Ransom'd,  ransom'd,  &-c. 
 
 153. 
 
 The  Pilgriin's  Song. 
 
 RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 
 Thy  better  portion  trace; 
 Rise  from  transitory  things, 
 
 Tow'rd  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. 
 U  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 
 
 Nor  stay  m  all  their  course ; 
 Fire,  ascending,  seeks   tiie  sun; 
 
 Bf  th  speed  them  to  their  source. 
 Thuti  a  soul  that 's  born  of  God, 
 Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  41) 
 
 UpwaTi    tends,  to  his  abode, 
 
 To  rest  in  his  embrace. 
 3  Cease  ye  ]»ilgriins,  cease  to  mourn. 
 
 Press  ojnvard  to  tlie  prize. 
 Soon  tlie  Saviour  will  return. 
 
 Triumphant  in  the  skies  ; 
 Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 
 
 Happy  entrance  will  be  given. 
 All  your  sorrows  left  below, 
 
 And  earth  exchang'd  for  heaven 
 
 154. 
 
 On  Baptism. 
 ^ALEM'S  bright  king,  Jesus  by  name, 
 ^  In  ancient  time  to  Jordan  came 
 
 All  righteousness  to  fill ; 
 'Twas  there  the  ancient  Baptist  stood, 
 Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  God, 
 
 To  do  his  master's  will. 
 
 2  The  holy  Jesus  did  demand 
 His  right  to  be  baptised  then, 
 
 The  Baptist  gave  consent ; 
 On  Jordan's  banks  they  did  appear, 
 The  Baptist  and  his  master  dear. 
 
 Then  down  the  bank  they  went. 
 
 3  Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  stream. 
 The  Baptist  led  the  holy  Lamb, 
 
 And  there  did  him  baptise  ; 
 Jehovah  saw  his  darling  Son, 
 And  was  well  pleas'd  in  what  he'd  done 
 
 And  own'd  him  from  the  skies. 
 
 4  The  opening  heaven  now  complies, 
 The  Holy  Ghost  like  lightning  flies. 
 
 Down  from  the  courts  above; 
 And  on  the  holy  heavenly   Lamb, 
 
412  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 The  Spirit  lights  and  does  remain. 
 In  shape  hke  a  fair  dove. 
 
 5  This  is  my  Son,  Jehovah  cries, 
 The  echoing  voice  from  glory  flies, 
 
 O  children,  hear  ye  him  ; 
 Hark !  'tis  his  voice,  behold  he  cries. 
 Repent,  believe,  and  be  baptis'd, 
 
 And  wash  away  your  sin. 
 
 6  Come  children,  come,  his  voice  obey» 
 Salem's  bright  King  has  mark'd  the  way 
 
 And  has  a  crown  prepar'd  ; 
 O  then  arise  and  give  consent, 
 Walk  in  the  way  that  Jesu?  went, 
 
 And  have  the  great  reward. 
 
 7  Believing  children  gatlier  round, 
 And  let  your  joyful  songs  abound, 
 
 With  cheerful  hearts  arise  ; 
 See  here  is  water,  here  is  room, 
 A  loving  Saviour  calling,  Come, 
 
 O  children  be  baptis'd. 
 
 8  Behold  his  servant  waiting  stands, 
 With  willing  heart  and  ready  hands 
 
 To  wait  upon  the  Bride  ; 
 Ye  candidates  your  hearts  prepare, 
 And  let  us  join  in  solemn  prayer, 
 
 Down  by  the  water  side. 
 
 155. 
 
 SALVATION :  O  melodious  sound. 
 To  wretched  dying  men ! 
 Salvation,  that  from  God  proceeds. 
 And  leads  to  God  again. 
 2  Rescu'd  from  hell's  eternal  gloom, 
 From  fiends,  and  fires  and  chams; 
 Rais'd  to  a  Paradise  of  bliss. 
 Where  love  triumphant  reigns' 
 
SPIRITUAL  SO]\GS.  413 
 
 3  But  may  a  poor  bcwilder'd  soul, 
 
 Sinful  and  weak  as  mine, 
 Presume  to  raise  a  trembling   eye 
 To  blessings  so  divine  ? 
 
 4  The  lustre  of  so  briglit  a  bliss 
 
 My  feeble  heart  o'erbears. 
 And  unbelief  almost  perverts 
 The  promise  into  tears. 
 
 5  My  Saviour  God,  no  voice  but  thine 
 
 These  dying  hopes  can  raise 
 Speak  thy  salvation  to  my  soul, 
 And  turn  my  prayer  to  praise. 
 
 156.    CM. 
 
 SALVATION !  what  a  glorious  plar  . 
 How  suited  to  our  need ! 
 The  grace  that  raises  fallen  man. 
 Is  wonderful  indeed. 
 'i    Twas  Wisdom  form'd  the  vast  design. 
 To  ransom  us  when  lost; 
 And  love's  unfathomable  mine 
 Provided  all  the  cost. 
 
 3  Strict  Justice,  with  approving  look, 
 The  holy  cov'nant  seal'd  ; 
 And  Truth  and  Power  undertook 
 The  whole  should  be  fulfill'd. 
 
 '  Truth,  Wisdom,  Justice,  Power  and  Low 
 In  all  their  glory  shone, 
 When  Jesus  left  the  courts  above, 
 And  died  to  save  his  own. 
 
 *   *'r«ith.  Wisdom,  Justce,  Power,  and  Lor* 
 Are  equally  displayed, 
 Now  Jesus  reigns  enthron'd  above. 
 Our  Advocate  and  Head. 
 
414  SPIRITUAL  SOiVGS. 
 
 6  Now  sin  appears  deserving  death. 
 Most  hatetul  and  abhorr'd ; 
 And  yet  the  sinner  lives  by  faith, 
 And  dares  approach  the  Lord. 
 
 Newton.]     157.     7s. 
 Hear  what  he  has  done  for  my  ^ul. 
 
 SAVED  by  grace,  I  live  to  teU 
 What  the  love  of  Christ  hath    lone , 
 He  rcdeem'd  my  soul  from  hell, 
 
 Of  a  rebel  made  a  son. 
 Oh  I  I  tremble  still  to  think 
 How  secure  I  liv'd  in  sin, 
 Sporting  on  destruction's   brink, 
 Yet  preserv'd  from  falling  in. 
 
 2  In  a  kind,  propitious  hour, 
 
 To  my  heart  the  Saviour  spoke, 
 Touch'd  me  by  his  spirit's  power. 
 
 And  my  dangerous  slumber  brokf 
 Then  I  saw  and  own'd  my  guilt; 
 
 Soon   my  gracious  Lord  replied, 
 '  Fear  not,  I  my  blood  have  spilt, 
 
 'Twas  for  such  as  thee  I  died.' 
 
 3  Shame  and  wonder,  joy  and  love, 
 
 All  at  once  possess'd  my  heart; 
 Can  I  hope  thy  grace  to  prove, 
 
 After  acting  such  a  part? 
 '  Thou  hast  greatly  sinn'd,'  he  said, 
 
 '  But  I  freely  all  forgive ; 
 I  myself  tlie  debt  have  paid. 
 
 Now  I  bid  thee  rise  and  live.' 
 
 4  Come  my  fellow-sinners,  try  ;  « 
 
 Jesus'  heart  is  full  of  love ; 
 O,  that  you,  as  well  as  I, 
 
 May  his  wondrous  mercy  prove. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SOJNGa  415 
 
 4s  he  has  sent  me  to  declare, 
 
 All  is  ready,  all  is  free  : 
 Why  should  any  soul  despair, 
 
 When  he  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me  7 
 
 15S. 
 
 SAVIOUR,  I  do  feel  thy  mcr.t, 
 Sprinkled  with  redeeniing  blood, 
 And  my  troubled,  weary  spirit 
 
 Now  finds  rest  in  thee,  my  God. 
 T  am  safe,  and  I  am  happy. 
 
 While  in  thy  dear  arms  1  lie ; 
 Sin  nor  Satan  cannot  hurt  me. 
 While  my  Saviour  is  so  nigh. 
 Glory,  &c. 
 
 Now  I'll  sing  of  Jesus'  merit, 
 
 Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name 
 And  if  any  want  his  spirit. 
 
 He  is  still  the  very  same. 
 He  that  asketh  soon  receiveth. 
 
 He  that  seeks  is  sure  to  find 
 Come,  for  whosoe'er  believeth. 
 
 He  will  never  cast  behind. 
 Glory,  6lv. 
 
 Now  our  Advocate  is  pleading. 
 
 With  his  Father,   and  our  God 
 Now  for  us  he's  interceding. 
 
 As  the  purchase  of  his  blood. 
 Now,  methinks,  I  hear  him  praying, 
 
 '  Father,  spare  them,  I  have   died  f 
 And  the  Father  answer",  saying, 
 
 'They  are  freely  justified.' 
 Glory    &,c 
 
416  SPIRITUAL  S0NG8L 
 
 159.    8.7. 
 Prayer  for  a  Revival 
 
 SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation, 
 Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  ran 
 AH  will  come  to  desolation, 
 Unless  thou  return  again. 
 
 3  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
 Shine  upon  us  from  on  high ; 
 Lest  for  want  of  thy  assistance. 
 Every  plant  should  droop  £md  die. 
 
 3  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourish'd, 
 
 Every  plant  look'd  gay  and  green; 
 Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd ; 
 Happy  seasons  we  have   seen. 
 
 4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded. 
 
 And  a  sad    decline  we  see ; 
 Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed. 
 Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 
 
 5  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 
 
 Fill'd  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth 
 Old  professors,  tall  as  cedars, 
 Bright  examples  to  our  youth. 
 
 6  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 
 
 We  shall  meet  no  more  bek)w; 
 
 Some,  alas  I    we  fear  are  blighted ; 
 
 Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 
 
 Younger  plants — the  sight  how  pleasajii 
 Cover'd  thick  with  blossoms,  stood ; 
 
 But  they  cause  us  grief  at  present, 
 Frost  has  nipp'd  them  in  the  bud ! 
 
 •   'Viarest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 
 
 Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  a|^B 
 Oh  !  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
 Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  «1) 
 
 •  Let  our   mutual  love  be  fervent, 
 Make   us   prevalent   in  prayers ; 
 I/3t   each   one   esleem'd   thy  servant, 
 Shun   the   world's   bewitching   snares 
 
 !0  Break   the   tempter's   fatal    pow'r. 
 Turn   the   stony    heart   to   flesli ; 
 And    begin  from    this  good    hour, 
 To   revive   thy  work   afresh. 
 
 160.     The  sufferings  of  Christ. 
 
 ALL   ye   that    pass   by, 
 To   Jesus   draw   nigh ; 
 To   you   is   it   nothing   that  Jesus   should    lk»\ 
 Our   ransom   and   peace, 
 Our   surety    he   is ; 
 Come,  see  if  there  ever  was  sorrow  like  liiis. 
 
 2  The   Lord,   in   the  day 
 Of  his   anger,   did   lay 
 
 Our  sins  on  the  Lamb,  and  be  bore  them  away ; 
 
 Ho  dies   to   atone 
 
 For  sins  not   his  own, 
 The  Father  hath  punished  for  us  his  dear  Son 
 
 3  For   sinners,   like   me. 
 He   died  on   the   tree; 
 
 His   death   is   accepted,   the   sinner   is   free ; 
 
 My    pardon   I   claim, 
 
 A    sinner  I   am, 
 A   sinne/  believing  in  Jesus's  name. 
 
 4  Love  mov'd   him  to   die. 
 On    this   I  rely, 
 
 My  Saviour  hath  loved  me,  I  cannot  tell   why 
 
 27 
 
118  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 But   this   I    can    find, 
 '        We  two   are   so  join'd, 
 He'll    40t  be    in   glory,  and  leave  me  liehind 
 
 r   With  joy   we   approve 
 
 The    plan    of  his   love ; 
 A    wonder   to   all,  both   below   ana    above  ! 
 
 When    time   is    no   more, 
 
 We   still   shall    adore 
 That  ocean  of  love,  without  bottom  or  thor* 
 
 161. 
 
 SEE   the    fountain   open'd   wide, 
 That   from   pollution    frees   us, 
 Flowing   from    the   precious   side 
 Of  our    Immanuel   Jesus, 
 
 Ho,  every  one  that  thirsteth  ! 
 
 Come  ye  to  the  waters; 
 Freely  drink  and  quench  your  thirst, 
 
 With  Zion's  sons  and  daughters. 
 
 2  Sinners,  hear  the  Saviour's  call; 
 
 Consider  what  you're  doing; 
 .Tesus  Christ  can  cleanse  you  all; 
 Will  you  not  come  unto  him  t 
 
 3  Dying  sinners,  come  and  try  ; 
 
 These  waters  will  relieve  you; 
 Without  money  come  and  buy. 
 For  Christ  will  freely  give  yoa 
 
 ♦  He  who  drinks  shall  never  die; 
 These  waters  fail  him  never: 
 
SIMKITUAL  SONGS.  tl9 
 
 Sinners,  come  and  now  apply. 
 And  drink,  and   live  for  ever 
 5  Weeping  Mary,  full  of  grief. 
 Applied  unto  these  waters  ; 
 Jesus  gave  her  full  relief 
 
 With  Zion's  sons  and  daughters, 
 fi  See  the  woman  at  the  well, 
 Disputing  with  the  Saviour ; 
 Soon  she  found  that  he  could  tell 
 Her  all  her  peist  behaviour. 
 
 7  When  she  ask'd,  and  when  she  got 
 
 A  drink,  her  heart  was  flaming; 
 She  forgot  her  water-pot, 
 
 And  ran  to  town  proclaiming. 
 
 8  The  thief  had  only»time  to  drink, 
 
 And  tell  his  doleful  story  ; 
 Jesus  gave  him  leave  to  drink ; 
 He  drank,  and  fled  to  glory. 
 •*  Christians,  you  can  fully  tell 
 The  virtues  of  these  waters. 
 You  were  once  the  heirs  of  hell. 
 Now  Zion's  sons  and  daughter 
 
 162.    CM. 
 
 SHEPHERDS,  rejoice  !  lift  up  youi  eyti^ 
 '  And  send  your  fears  away ; 
 Nev/s  from  the  regions  of  the  skies , 
 
 '  Salvation 's  born,  to-day  ! 
 Jesus,  the  God,  whom  ajigels  fear, 
 'Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you; 
 To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here 
 
 But  not  as  monarchs  do. 
 No  gold,  nor  purple  swaddling-band* 
 '  Nor  royaJ  shining  things  • 
 
taO  SPIRITUAL  BONGS. 
 
 •  A  manger  for  his  cradle  stands, 
 '  And  holds  the  King  of  kings. 
 
 4  *  Go,  Shepherds,  where  the  infant  lies, 
 
 '  And  see  his  humble  throne ; 
 *With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 
 '  Go,  Shepherds,  kiss  the  Son.' 
 
 5  Thus  Gabriel  sang,  and  strait  around 
 
 The  heavenly  armies  throng  ; 
 They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  sound. 
 And  thus  conclude  the  song  : 
 S  '  Glory  to  God,  tliat  reigns  above ! 
 '  Let  peace  surround  the  earth  ; 
 'Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  love, 
 '  At  their  Redeemer's  birth.' 
 I  Lord,  and  shall  Angels  have  their  songs. 
 And  men  no  tunes  to  raise  ? 
 O,  may  we  lose  our  useless  tongues. 
 When  we  forget  to  praise  I 
 ^  Glory  to  God  tiiat  reigns  above. 
 That  pitied  us  forlorn ; 
 \Ve  join  to  sing  our  Maker's  love, 
 For  there  's  a  Saviour  born. 
 
 Newton.]     163.     7s. 
 Prepare  to  meet  God. 
 
 SINNER,  art  thou  still  secure? 
 Wilt  thou  still  reftise  to  pray  ? 
 Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure. 
 In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 
 See,  his  mighty  arm  is  barb'd; 
 
 Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow; 
 For  his  judgment  stand  prepar'd. 
 Thou  must  either  break  or  bow 
 8  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 
 Earth,  aftighted,  hastes  to  flee: 
 
SPIRITUAL  SOlSHiS.  421 
 
 Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax — 
 
 What  will  then  become  of  thee  1 
 Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 
 
 Yea  that  glory  in  yom*  shame, 
 Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 
 
 When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame  1 
 i  Then  the  /ich,  the  great,  the  wise, 
 
 Trembling,   guilty,  self-condemn'd. 
 Must  behold  the  wrathful  eyes. 
 
 Of  the  Judge  they  once  blasphem'd 
 Where  are  now  their  haughty  looks  ? 
 
 O  !  their  horror  and  despair, 
 When  they  see  the  open'd  books, 
 
 And  their  dreadful  sentence  hear ! 
 I  J  ord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace ; 
 
 Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath. 
 And  our  souls  be  call'd  to  pass 
 
 Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 
 Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 
 
 Listen  to  tlie  Gospel  voice ; 
 Seek  the  things  that  are  above. 
 
 Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 
 5  Oh  I  when  flesh  and   heart  shall  fail. 
 
 Let  thy  love  our  spirits  cheer ; 
 Strengthen'd  thus,  we  shall  prevail 
 
 Over  Satan,  sin,  and  fear. 
 Trusting  in  thy  precious  name, 
 
 May  we  thus  our  journey  end ; 
 Then  our  foes  shall  lose  their  aim. 
 
 And  the  Judge  will  be  our  friend 
 
 Newton.]     164. 
 
 SINNER,  hear  the  Saviour's  call, 
 He  now  is  passing  by  ; 
 He  has  seen  thy  grievous  thrall, 
 And   heard  tliy  mournfnl  cry. 
 
42i  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 He  has  pardons  to  impart. 
 
 Grace  to  save  thee  from  thj   ^ears; 
 See  the  love  that  fills  his  hean, 
 
 And   wipes  away  thy  tears. 
 
 2  Why  art  thou  afraid  to  come; 
 
 And  tell  him  all  thy  case  ? 
 He  will  not  pronounce  thy  doom, 
 
 Nor  frown  thee  from  his   face  ? 
 Wilt  thou  fear  Iinmanuel  ? 
 
 Wilt  thou  dread  the  Lamb  of  God 
 Who,  to  save  thy  soul  from  hell, 
 
 Has  siicd  his  precious  blood  ? 
 
 3  Think,  how  on  the  cross  he  hung, 
 
 Pierc'd  with  a  thousand  wounds  ; 
 Hark  I    from  each,  as  with  a  tongue. 
 
 The  voice  of  pardon  sounds  I 
 See,  from  all  his  bursting  veins, 
 
 Blood   of  wondrous  virtue  flow  ; 
 Shed  to  wash  away  thy  stains. 
 
 And  ransom  thee  from  woe. 
 
 4  Though  his  majesty  be  great, 
 
 His  mercy  is  no  less ; 
 Though  he  thy  transgressions  hate, 
 
 He  feels  for  thy  distress. 
 By  himself  the  Lord  has  sworn 
 
 He  delights  not  in  thy  death  ;* 
 But  invites  thee  to  return. 
 
 That  thou  may'st  live  by  faitli. 
 
 5  Raise  thy  downcast  eyes,  and  see 
 
 What  throngs  his  throne  surround  ; 
 These,  though  siimers  once  like  thee. 
 
 Have  full  salvation  Ibund. 
 Yield  not  then  to  unbelief. 
 
 While  he  saj'^s  '  there  yet  is  room  ;* 
 Though  of  sinners  thou  art  chief, 
 
 Since  Jesus  calls  thee,  come. 
 
s 
 
 SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  C23 
 
 165 
 
 INNERS,  lift  up  your  hearts 
 
 The  promise  to  receive ; 
 Jesus  himself  impaits, 
 
 He  comes  in  maji  to  live ; 
 The  Holy  Ghost  to  man  is  given 
 
 Rejoice  in  God  sent  down  from  heavei 
 
 Jesus  is  glorified, 
 
 And  gives  the  Comforter, 
 His  Spirit,  to  reside 
 
 In  all  his  members  here. 
 The  Holy  Ghost,  &c. 
 
 To  make  an  end  of  sin, 
 
 And  Satan's  work  destroy, 
 He  brings  his  kingdom  in, 
 
 Peace,  Righteousness  and  Joy. . 
 The  Holy  Ghost,  &c. 
 
 The  cleansing  blood  t'  apply, 
 
 The  heavenly  life  display, 
 And  wholly  sanctify, 
 
 And  seal  us  to  that  day, 
 The  Holy  Ghost,  &c. 
 
 Sent  down  to  make  us  meet 
 
 To  see  his  glorious  face, 
 And  grant  us  each  a  seat 
 
 In  that  thrice  happy  place. 
 The  Holy  Ghost,  &c. 
 
 From  heaven  he  shall  once  more 
 
 Triumphantly  descend. 
 And  all  his  sau  ts  restore 
 
 To  joys  that  never  end ; 
 Then,  ihvn,  when  all  our  joys  are  givea 
 Rejoice  in  God,  rejoire    in  heaven. 
 
4Si4  SPIRITUAL  SOiNGS 
 
 Nkwton.]     166. 
 The   ttoo  Malefactors. 
 ^OVEREIGN  Grace  has  power  alone 
 ^^  To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone  ; 
 And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
 Then  the  hardest  heart  will    melt 
 S  When  the  Lord  was  crucified, 
 Two  transgressors  with  hiin  died  ; 
 One,  with  vile  blaspheming  tongue. 
 Scoff'd  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 
 
 3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath. 
 In  the  very  jaws  of  death ; 
 Perish'd,  as  too  many  do. 
 
 With  the  Saviour  in  his  view. 
 
 4  But  the  other,  touch'd  with  grace, 
 Saw  the  danger  of  his  case. 
 Faith  receiv'd,  to  own  the  Lord, 
 Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorr'd 
 
 5  '  Lord,  (he  pray'd,)  remember   me, 
 When  in  glory  thou  slialt  be ;' 
 
 '  Soon  with  me,  (the  Lord  replies,) 
 Thou  shalt  rest  in  Paradise.' 
 
 6  This  was  wondrous  grace  indeed, 
 Grace  vouchsaf'd  in  time   of  need  . 
 Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name. 
 You  shall  find  him  still  the  same. 
 
 7  But  beware  of  unbelief. 
 Think  upon  the  harden'd  thief; 
 If  the  Gospel  you  disdain, 
 Christ,  to  you,  will  die   in  vain. 
 
 167. 
 
 ^TILL,  out  of  the  deepest  abyss 
 ^  Of  trouble,  I  mournfully  cry, 
 ^Vnd  pine  to  recover  my  jx;acc. 
 And  sec  my  Redeemer,  and  die. 
 
SPIRntJAL  SOINICrS.  425 
 
 I  cannot;  I  cannot  forbear 
 
 These  passionate  longings  for  home 
 O,  when  will  my  spirit  be  there ; 
 
 O,  when  will  the  messenger  come  ? 
 
 2  Thy  nature  I  long  to  put  on, 
 
 Thine  image  on  eartli  to  regain 
 And  then  in  the  grave  to  lay  down 
 
 This  burden  of  body  and  pam. 
 O  Jesus,  in  pity  draw  near, 
 
 And  lull  me  to  sleep  on  thy  breast 
 Appear  to  my  rescue,   appear, 
 
 And  gather  me  into  thy  rest. 
 
 ?  To  take  a  poor  fugitive  in. 
 
 The  arms  of  thy  mercy  display, 
 And  give  me  to  rest  frou>  all  sin. 
 
 And  bear  me  triumphant  away; 
 Away  from  a  w^orld  of  distress, 
 
 Away  to  the  mansions  above ; 
 A  heaven  of  seeing  thy  face, 
 
 A  heaven  of  feeling  thy  love. 
 
 Newton.]    16§. 
 
 An  alarm  to  Sinners. 
 ^JTOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 
 ^   Before  you  farther  go; 
 Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 
 
 Of  everlasting  woe  ? 
 Once  again,  I  charge  you,  stop; 
 
 For  unless  you  warning  take. 
 Ere  you  are  aware,  you  drop 
 
 Into  the  burning  lake 
 
 2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 
 That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
 Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod. 
 
 With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
 
A\iG  SPIRITUAL  SONGS 
 
 Can  you  stand   in  that  dread   day, 
 When  he  judgment  shall  proclaim, 
 
 When  the  earth  shall  melt  away. 
 Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 
 
 3  Pale-faced  Death  will  quickly  come, 
 
 To  dratr  you  to  his  bar ; 
 Then  to  liear  your   awful  doom, 
 
 Will  fill  you  with  despair. 
 All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 
 
 Sins  of  a  blood-crimson  dye  ; 
 Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 
 
 And  what  can  you  reply  ? 
 
 4  Though  your  heart  be  made  of  steel, 
 
 Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brass, 
 God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 
 
 He  will  not  let  you  pass. 
 Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 
 
 (Though  they  now  despise  his  grace,' 
 Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall,* 
 
 And  hide  us  from  his  face. 
 
 5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 
 
 You  may  his  mercy  know  ; 
 Though  his  arm  is  litled  up, 
 
 He  still  forbears  the  blow. 
 'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  died, 
 
 Sinners  he  invites  to  come  ; 
 None  who  come  shall  be  denied. 
 
 He  says,  'There  still  is  room.'t 
 
 169.     8s. 
 
 STRANGE  and  mysterious  is  my  life 
 What  opposites  I  feel  within  ; 
 A  stable   peace,  a  constant  strife, 
 
 The  rule  of  grace,  the  power  ul'  sin, 
 
 *  Rev.  vi.  16  t  Luke  xiv    22 
 
SPIRITUAL  SOJNGS.  42? 
 
 Too  often  I  am  captive  led, 
 And  daily  triumph  in  my  Head. 
 3  I  prize  the  privileg-e  of  prayer. 
 
 But  Oh  !  what  backwardness  to  pray 
 TJiough  on  the  Lord  I  cast  my  care, 
 
 I  feci  its  burden  every  day  ; 
 I  seek  his  will  in  all  I  do, 
 Yet  find  my  own  ie  working  too. 
 
 3  1  call  the  promises  my  own, 
 
 And  prize  them  more  than  mines  of  gold 
 Yet  though  their  sweetness  I  have  known, 
 
 They  leave  me  uuimpress'd  and  cold ; 
 One  hour  upon  the  truth  I  feed, 
 The  next  I  know  not  what  I  read. 
 
 4  I  love  the  holy  day  of  rest. 
 
 When  Jesus  meets  his  gather'd  saints , 
 Sweet  day,  of  all  the  week  the  best ! 
 
 For  its  return  my  spirit  pants ; 
 Yet  often,  through  my  unbelief, 
 It  proves  a  day  of  guilt  and  grief. 
 
 5  While  on  my  Saviour  I  rely, 
 
 I  know  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim, 
 And  therefore  dare  their  power  defy, 
 
 Assur'd  of  conquest  through  his  name , 
 But  soon  my  confidence  is  slain, 
 And  all  my  fears  return  again. 
 
 6  Thus  diiF'rent  powers  within  me  strive. 
 
 And  grace  and  sin  by  turns  prevail ; 
 I  grieve,  rejoice,  decline,  revive, 
 
 And  vict'ry  hangs  in  doubtful  scale; 
 But  Jesus  has  his  promise  pass'd, 
 That  grace  shall  overcome  at  last 
 
 170.     The  mercy  of  God.     Ps.  Ixxxix.  1. 
 !^HY  mercy,  my  God,  is  the  theme  of  my  song, 
 I    The  joy  of  my  heart,  and  the  boast  of  my  tongue 
 
428  SPIRITUAL  ISONGS. 
 
 Thy  free  grace  alone,  from  the  first  'xt  the  last, 
 Hath  won  my  alfections,  and  bound  my  soul  fast 
 
 2  Without  thy  sweet  mercy  I  could  not  live  here 
 Sin  soon  would  reduce  me  to  utter  despair ; 
 But,  through  thy  free  goodness,  my  spirits  revive 
 And  he  that  lirst  made  me  siill  keeps  me  alive 
 
 %  Thy  mercy  is  more  than  a  match  for  my  heart 
 Which  wonders  to  feel  its  own  hardness  depart 
 Dissolv'd  by  thy  goodness,  I  fall  to  the  ground, 
 And  weep  to  the  praise  of  the  mercy  I  found 
 
 4  The  door  of  thy  mercy  stands  open  all  day, 
 To  the  poor  and  the  needy  who  knock  by  the 
 
 way, 
 No  sinner  shall  ever  be  empty  sent  back, 
 Who  comes  seeking  mercy  for  Jesus's  sake 
 
 6  Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from  hell. 
 Its  glories  I'll  sing,  and  its  wonders  I'll  tell ; 
 'TwasJesus,  my  friend,  when  he  hung  on  '.he  tree, 
 Who  open'd  the  channel  of  mercy  to  me. 
 
 ^  3reat  Father  of  mercies,  thy  goodness  I  own 
 And  the  covenant-love  of  thy  crucified  Son  ; 
 All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  whose  whisper  divine 
 Seals  mercy  and  pardon  and  righteousness  mine 
 
 171. 
 
 SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
 Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ! 
 Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
 
 From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 
 Here  I'll  sit,  for  ever  viewing 
 
 Mercy  flow  in  streams  of  blood  ; 
 Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 
 
 Plead  and  claim  thy  peace  with  God 
 Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 
 
 While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  429 
 
 Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven. 
 Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise, 
 4  May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling. 
 In  all  need  to  Jesus  go; 
 
 Prove  his  blood  each  day  more  healing, 
 And  himself  more  deeply  know. 
 
 172.    CM. 
 
 The  universal  spread  of  the  Gospel. 
 rpHAT  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh, 
 ■*-    When  Zion's  light  shail  come; 
 She  shall  arise  and  shine  on  high, 
 
 Bright  as  the  rising  sun. 
 The  north  and  south  their  sons  resign, 
 
 And  earth's  foimdations  bend, 
 When,  like  a  bride,  Jerusalem 
 
 All  glorious,  shall  descend. 
 ij  Tlie  King  who  wears  that  glorious  crown, 
 
 The  azure  flaming  bow, 
 The  holy  city  shall  bring  down 
 
 To  bless  the  church  below ; 
 When  Zion's  bleeding,  conqu'ring  Kmg 
 
 Shall  sin  and  death  destroy  ; 
 The  morning  stars  together  sing, 
 
 And  Zion  shout  for  joy. 
 
 3  The  holy,  bright,  musician  band. 
 
 Who  hold  the  harps  of  God, 
 On  Zion's  holy  mountain  stand. 
 
 In  garments  ting'd  with  blood ; 
 Descending  with  most  melting'  strains, 
 
 Jehovah  they'll  adore : 
 Such  shouts,  through  earth's  extensive  plainfe. 
 
 Were  never  heard  before. 
 
 4  Let  Satan  rage,  and  boast  no  more, 
 
 Nor  think  his  reign  is  long; 
 
430  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Though  saints  are  feeble,  weak  and  poor, 
 Their  great   Redeemer's  strong  ; 
 
 He  is  their  shield  and  biding  place, 
 A   covert  from    the  wind : 
 
 A  stream  of  life  from  Christ,  the  Rock, 
 Runs  through  this  weary  land. 
 
 This  crystal  stream  runs  down  from  heaven 
 
 It  issues  from  the  throne; 
 The  sons  of  strife  away  are  driven. 
 
 The  Church  becomes  but  one. 
 This  peaceful  union  she  shall  know, 
 
 And  live  upon  his  love, 
 And  sing  and  shout  his  name  below, 
 
 As  angels  do  above. 
 
 C.  F.  Smith.]     173.     P.  M. 
 Missionary  liymn. 
 
 YES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee, 
 All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well. 
 Friends,  connexions,  happy  country  ! 
 
 Can  I  bid  you  all  farewelll 
 Can  I  leave  you, 
 Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwelll 
 
 3  Home !  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely , 
 Joys  no  stranger-heart  can  lell  ! 
 Happy  home  !   'tis  sure  I  love  thee ! 
 
 Can  I — can  I  say — Farewell? 
 Can  I  leave  thee, 
 Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 
 
 3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 
 Holy  da<7S  and  Sabbath-bell, 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  431 
 
 Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure  ! 
 
 Can  1  say  a  last  farewell? 
 Can   1   leave  you. 
 Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 
 
 1   Yes !   I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 
 
 From  the  >•  ^nes  I  loved  so  well . 
 Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me; 
 Lovely,  native  land,  farewell ! 
 Pleased  I  leave  thee. 
 Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 
 
 &  In  the  deserts  let  me  labour, 
 
 On  the  mountains  let  in«  tell, 
 How  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour— 
 
 To  redeem  a  world  from  hell ! 
 Let  me  hasten, 
 Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 
 
 &  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean  ; 
 
 Let  the  winds  my  canvas  swell — 
 Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
 
 While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell. 
 Glad   I  bid  thee, 
 Native  land ! — Farewell — Farewell ! 
 
 llfS.     C.  M.     Secoitd  Part. 
 
 Prayer  for  vtissionaries,  and  the  success  of  mis- 
 sionary undertakings 
 
 LORD,  charge  the  waves  to  bear  our  frieni^ 
 In  safety  o'er  the  deep  : 
 Let  the  rough  tempest  speed  their  way. 
 Or  bid  its  fury  sleep. 
 
 <  Whene'er  they  preach  the  Saviour's  word 
 Beneath  the  cooling  shade. 
 
432  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 Let  the  poor  heathen  feel  its  power, 
 And  grace  their  souls  pervade. 
 3  From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore. 
 May  Jesus  be  ador'd  ; 
 
 And  earth,  with  all  her  millions,  shout 
 Hosaimas  to  the  Lord. 
 
 1'74. 
 
 ri^HE  Gospel's  joyful  sound 
 X    Is  music  to  my  ears, 
 In  Jesus  I  have  found 
 
 Relief  from  all  my  fears; 
 Darkness  to  light  does  now  give  f  lace 
 And  all  things  wear  another  fa'«. 
 
 2  To  God  I'm  reconcil'd, 
 
 I  fear  no  dire  alarms ; 
 He  owns  me  for  a  child, 
 
 And  clasps  me  in  his  arms ; 
 Reliev'd  from  doubts  and  every  sigh, 
 I  boldly  Abba  Father  cry. 
 
 3  I  cannot  fear  the  law, 
 
 Its  thunders  loud  may  roar ; 
 Since  I  am  sav'd  from  sin. 
 
 It  can  demand  no  more. 
 On  winj^  of  love  I  mount  and  fly, 
 And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 
 1  Death,  too,  has  lost  his  sting, 
 
 And  wears  a  comely  face; 
 I  hope  to  shout  and  sing. 
 
 E'en  in  his  cold  embrace. 
 He'll  close  my  eyes  and  stop  my  ear* 
 But  cannot  rouse  my  guilty  fears. 
 S  When  thro'  the  flaming  sky 
 
 I  see  the  Judge  descend. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONG«.  48^ 
 
 I'll  Abba  Father  cry, 
 
 And  hail  liim  as  my  friend. 
 While  standing  in  the  Gospel  light, 
 There's  nothing  can  my  soul  afl'right 
 
 6  Now  let  my  joyful  eyes 
 
 Flow  down  in  grateful  tears, 
 Since  free  adopting  grace 
 
 Has  banish'd  all  my  fears; 
 The  cross  Til  bear,  myself  deny, 
 And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 
 
 ^T'^IS  finish'd,  'tis  done!  the  spirit  is  fled, 
 A.    Our  brother  is  gone,  the  Christian  is  deid ; 
 The  Christian  is  living  in  Jesus's  love, 
 And  gladly  receiving  a  kingdom  above. 
 
 S  AU  honour  and  praise  are  Jesus's  due; 
 
 Supported  by  grace,  he  fought  his  way  through; 
 Triumphantly  glorious  through  Jesus's  zeal. 
 And  more  than  victorious  o'er  sin,  death,  and 
 hell. 
 
 9  Then  let  us  record  the  conquering  name, 
 Our  Captain  ^nd  Lord  with  shoutings  proclaim 
 Who    trust   in    his    passion,  and  follow    th« 
 
 head. 
 To  certain  salvation  shall  surely  be  led. 
 
 '    ^  Jesus,  lead  on  thy  militant  care, 
 And  give  us  the  crown  of  righteousness  therr' 
 Where,  dazzled  with  glory,  the  seraphim  gaMV 
 Or  prostrate,  adore  thee  in  silence  of  pruise. 
 28 
 
434  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 5  Within  us  display  thy  love,  when  we  die, 
 And  bear  us  away  to  mansions  on  high  ; 
 The  kingdom  be  given,  of  glory  divine, 
 And  crown  us  in  heaven,  eternally  thine 
 
 176. 
 
 rilHE  great  tremendous  day  's  approachiiii/ 
 -■-    That  awful  scene  is  drawing  nigh, 
 Was  long  foretold  by  ancient  prophets, 
 
 Decreed  from  all  eternity ; 
 But,  O  my  soul  I  reflect  and  wonder. 
 
 That  awful  scene  is  drawing  near. 
 When  you  shall  see  that   great  transactioij 
 
 When  Christ  in  judgment  shall  apixar 
 '2  See  nature  stand,  all  in  amazement. 
 
 To  hear  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound  : 
 '  Arise,  ye  dead,  and  come  to  judtriiient, 
 
 '  Ye  nations  of  this  world  around.' 
 Loud  thunder  rumbling  through  the  concave 
 
 Bright  forked  liglitning  parts  the  skies; 
 The  heavens  a  shaking,  the  earth  a  quakinp- 
 
 The  gloomy  sight  attracts  my  eyes. 
 i  The  orbit  lamps  all  veil'd  in  sackclotli. 
 
 No  more  their  shining  circuits  rim  ; 
 The  wheel  of  time  stopp'd  in  a  moment. 
 
 Eternal  things  are  now  begun  ; 
 Huge  massy  rocks  and  tow'ring  mountain* 
 
 Over  their  tumbling  bases  roar ; 
 The  raging  ocean,  all  in  commotion, 
 
 Is  hov'ring  round  her  frighted  shore. 
 i  Green,  turfy  grave-yards,  and  tombs  of  marblw 
 
 Give  up  their  dead,  both  small  and  great : 
 See  the  whole  world,  both  saint  and  sinner 
 
 Are  coming  to  the  judgment  seat ; 
 See  Jesus,  on  a  throne  of  justice. 
 
 Come  thundermg  down  the  parted  sky, 
 While  countless  armies  of  shining  angels, 
 
 With  halleluiah  shout  for  iov 
 
SPIRITUAL  SOJNlJS.  43,'i 
 
 $  Bright  shining  streams  from  hia  iwfU  pres 
 ence, 
 His  face  ten  thousand  suns  outshines; 
 Behold  him  coming  in  power  and  g^lory, 
 
 To  meet  liim  all  his  saints  combine. 
 •  Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  witli  speed  like  light 
 ning, 
 Call  in  my  saints,  from  distant  land, 
 Those  that  my  blood  from  hell  has  ransom'd, 
 Whose  name  in  life's  fair  book  doth  stand 
 
 6  O  come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 
 
 The  purchase  of  my  dying  love. 
 Receive  the  crowns  of  life  and  glory, 
 
 Which  are  laid  up  for  you  above. 
 For  your  dear  souls,  which  have  continued 
 
 With  me,  and  my  temptations  bore ; 
 F  have  provided    for  you  a  kingdom. 
 
 To  reign  with  me  for  evermore.' 
 
 7  There 's  flowing  fountains  of  living  water. 
 
 No  sickness,  pain,  nor  death,  to  fear  ; 
 No  sorrow,  sighing,  nor  tears,  nor  weeping 
 
 Shall  ever  have  admittance  there. 
 But  how  will  sinners  stand  and  tremble, 
 
 When  Justice  calls  them  to  the  bar  I 
 Those  that  reject  his  ofFer'd  mercy. 
 
 Their  everlasting  doom  to  hear. 
 
 S  See  Justice  now,  with  indignation, 
 
 Calling  aloud  for  sinners'  blood  j 
 Those  that  have  slighted  offer'd  mercy 
 
 And  crucified  the  Son  of  God  ; 
 Depart  from  me,  ye  cursed  sinners. 
 
 My  face  you  never  more  shall  see ; 
 Be  banish'd  from  my  peaceful   presence. 
 
 To  endless  woe  and  misery. 
 
 i  Each  guilty  soul,  tlien,  struck  with   iiorror 
 And  anguish  throbbing  in  their  breast. 
 
43fi  SPIRITUAL  SOJNGS. 
 
 For  ever  doom'd  to  endless  sorrow, 
 And  never  more  to  hope  for  rest 
 
 Come,  sinners,  here's  a  faithful  wam)n|f 
 Return  to  Jesus  whilst  you  may, 
 
 And  he  is  ready  to  receive  you. 
 Or  else  you  must  depart  away. 
 
 THE  Lord  mto  his  garden's  come. 
 The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 
 The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  ; 
 Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine. 
 From  Jesus  flow  on  every  vine, 
 And  make  the  dead  alive. 
 'i  Behold,  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
 With  springs  of  water  doth   abound 
 
 A  fruitful  soil  become ; 
 The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose. 
 Believers  do  the  church  compose. 
 When  party  zeal  is  gone. 
 
 3  The  glorious  day  is  rolling  on. 
 The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 
 
 Your  sins  he  will  forgive ; 
 O,  taste  and  see  that  grace  is  free 
 For  all  mankind,  who  willing  be 
 
 To  come  to  Christ  and  live. 
 
 4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
 A  Saviour  piteous  and  kind ; 
 
 Who  wiU  them  all  receive ; 
 None  are  too  bad,  who  do  repent; 
 Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went. 
 
 The  Lord    did  him  relieve. 
 '  If  sinners  only  knew  the   Lord, 
 And  were  acquainted  with  his  word, 
 
 His  sweet  forgiving   love, 
 They'd  rush  through  storms  of  every  &ind 
 And  leave  all  cartlily  things  beliino, 
 
 r«i  tram  a  crown  above. 
 
T 
 
 SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  43-) 
 
 118.     L.  M. 
 
 Christ  is  eternal  life 
 IS  life  to  know  the  dying  I^amb ; 
 
 Eternal  life  is  in  his  name  ; 
 O  may  I  in  this  knowledge  grow, 
 And  daily  more  of  Jesus  know  I 
 
 k  Know  him  to  wash  me  in  his  blood ; 
 Know  him  to  make  my  peace  with  God , 
 Know  him  for  strength  and  righteousness, 
 And  know  him  for  renewing  grace. 
 
 3  Know  him  as  my  exceeding  joy, 
 Know  him  my  praises  to  employ ; 
 Know  him  as  all  my  heart  can  wish, 
 And  know  him  for  eternal  bliss. 
 
 Cowpeh.]     179.     7s. 
 
 Welcome  Cross. 
 
 TTS  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  inscrib'd  upon  them  all — 
 This  is  happiness  to  me. 
 
 jrod  in  Israel  sows  the  seeds 
 
 Of  affliction,  pain,  and  toil ; 
 These  spring  up  and  choke  the  weeds, 
 
 Which  would  else  o'erspread  the  siiL 
 Trials  make  the  promise  sweet ; 
 
 Trials  give  rew  life  to  prayer  ; 
 Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet, 
 
 Lay  roe  low,  and  keep  me  there 
 
438  SPIRITUAL  SONGS 
 
 3  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 
 
 No  chastisements  by  the  way, 
 Might  I  not,  with  reason,  fear 
 
 I  should  prove  a  cast-away  ! 
 Bastards  may  escape  the  rod,* 
 
 Sunk  in  earthly,  vam  delight; 
 But  the  true  born  child  of  God 
 
 Must  not,  would  not,  if  he  might 
 
 180. 
 
 VAIN,  delusive   world,    adieu, 
 With  all   of  creature-good; 
 Only  Jesus    I    pursue, 
 
 Who  bought   me  with   his   blood. 
 All    thy    pleasures    I    forego, 
 
 I    trample    on    thy    wealth    and    pmii 
 Only   Jesus    will    I   know, 
 And   Jesus   crucified. 
 
 2  Other   krowledge   I   disdain. 
 'Tis   all   but   vanity : 
 Christ,   the   Lamb   of  God,    wjis    «lain, 
 
 He    tasted   death    for    me ; 
 Me   to   save   from   endless   woe, 
 The   sin-atoning   Jesus   died. 
 Only   Jesus,    &c. 
 
 9  Here   will    I    set   up    my    rest ; 
 My    fluctuating    heart, 
 From   the   haven   of  thy  breast, 
 
 Shall    never    more   dapart. 
 Whither    should    a   sinner    gol 
 
 His  wounds   for  me  stand  open  wide 
 Only   Jesus,   Sec. 
 
 *  Heb.  xii.  & 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  436 
 
 4  Him    to   know   is   life   and   peact.*, 
 
 And  pleasure  without  end  ; 
 TW\s   is   all    my    happiness, 
 
 On   Jesus  to   depend ; 
 Daily   in   his   grace   to   grow, 
 
 And   ever   in    his   faith   abide. 
 Only   Jesus,   &c. 
 
 5  O   that  I   could   all   invite, 
 
 This   saving   truth   to   prove ; 
 Show   the   length,   the   breadth,    and   height 
 
 And   depth   of  Jesus'    love ! 
 Fain    I   would   to   sinners   show 
 
 The   blood   by   faith   alone   applied. 
 Only   Jesus,   &c. 
 
 181.     C.  M.     Col.  ii.  2. 
 
 OUR   souls   by    love   together   knit. 
 Cemented,    mixed    in    one : 
 One   hope,  one  heart,  one   mind,  one  voice, 
 
 'Tis   heaven    on   earth  begun ; 
 Our  hearts   have  burn'd  while  Jesus  spake, 
 
 And  glow'd    with    sacred    fire ; 
 He   stopp'd,  and  talk'd,  and  fed,  and  blcss'd 
 And    fill'd   the   enlarged   desire. 
 
 A    Saviour !    let  creation    sing, 
 A    Saviour !    let   all    heaven    ring , 
 He's   God   with   us,    we   feel  him  ours, 
 His  fullness   in    our   souls   he    pours ; 
 'Tis    almost   done,    'tis    almost   o'er. 
 We're  joining  them  who' re  gone  before 
 We  so  01;.  slr.all   meet   to   part   no  more. 
 
440  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 2  The  little   cloud    increases   still, 
 
 The   heavens   are   big  with   rain  ; 
 We   haste   to   catch   the   teeming   show'ra. 
 
 And    air  its   moisture   drain  ; 
 A    rill,   a  stream,   a   torrent   flows, 
 
 But   pour   a   mighty   flood : 
 Oh !   sweep   the   nations,   shake   the   earth 
 
 Till   all   proclaim   thee   God. 
 
 3  And   when   thou    makest   thy   jewels   up. 
 
 And   sett'st   thy    starry    crown ; 
 When  thy  all  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
 
 Proclaim'd   by    thee   thy   own ; 
 May    we,    a   little    band   of  love, 
 
 Be   sinners   sav'd   by    grace ; 
 From    glory    into   glory   chang'd, 
 
 Behold   thee   face  to   face. 
 
 182. 
 
 WAND'RING  pilgrims,  mouniing  Christjan« 
 Weak  and  tempted  lambs  of  Christ, 
 Who  endure  great  tribulation, 
 
 And  with  sins  are  much  distress'd, 
 Christ  hath  sent  me  to  invite  you 
 
 To  a  rich  and  costly  feast; 
 Let  not  shame  nor  pride  prevent  you, 
 Come,  the  rich  provision  taste. 
 S  If  you  have  a  heart  lamenting, 
 
 And  bemourn  your  wretched  case. 
 Come  to  Jesus  Christ  repenting. 
 He  will  give  you  gospel  grace. 
 If  you  want  a  heart  to  fear  him, 
 
 Love  and  serve  him  all  your  day* 
 Only  come  to  Christ  and  ask  him. 
 He  will  guide  your  feet  always. 
 S  If,  Hke  poor  Bartemius  blinded, 
 You  bewail  the  want  of  sight. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  441 
 
 Cry  to  Jesiis.  son  of  David, 
 
 He  will  givfc  you  gospel  light; 
 If,  like  Mary,  you've  been  keeping 
 
 Seven  devils  in  your  embrace, 
 Fly,  like  her,  to  Jesus,  weeping, 
 
 He  will  bid  you  go  in  peace. 
 i  If  your  heart  is  unbelieving, 
 
 Doubting  Jesus'  pardoning  love. 
 Lie  hard  by  Bethesda,  waiting 
 
 Till  tlie  troubled  waters  move; 
 If  no  one  appear  to  help  you. 
 
 All  their  efforts  prove  but  talk, 
 Jesus,  Jesus,  he  will  cleanse  you ; 
 
 Rise,  take  up  your  bed,  and  walk. 
 
 5  If,  like  Peter,  you  are  sinking 
 
 In  the  sea  of  unbelief. 
 Wait  with  patience,  constant  praying, 
 
 Christ  will  grant  you  sweet  relief; 
 He  will  give  you  grace  and  glory, 
 
 All  your  wants  shall  be  supplied; 
 Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  you, 
 
 Rise  and  cross  the  swelling  tide. 
 
 6  Death  shall  not  destroy  your  comfort, 
 
 Christ  will  guide  you  through  the  gloom 
 Down  he'll  send  a  heavenly  concert. 
 
 To  convey  you  to  his  home. 
 There  you'll  spend  your  days  in  pleasure. 
 
 Free  from  every  want  and  care : 
 Come,  O  come,  my  blessed  Saviour, 
 
 Fain  my  spirit  would  be  there. 
 
 183.     C.  M. 
 
 Who  are  thesCy  and  whence  are  they  7 
 
 WHAT  poor  despised  company 
 Of  travellers  are  these, 
 Walking  through  yonder  narrow  way. 
 Along  that  rugged  maze  7 
 
«42  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 2  They  all  are  of  a  royal  line  ; 
 
 They  are  children  of  a  king; 
 
 Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 
 
 And  loud   for  joy  they  sing. 
 
 3  Why  do  they  then  appear  so  mean, 
 
 And  why  so  much  despis'd  ? 
 Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen 
 The  world  are  not  apprized. 
 
 4  Why,  some  of  them  seem  poor,  distressd. 
 
 And  lacking  daily  bread ; 
 Heirs  of  immortal  wealth  possess'd. 
 With  hidden  manna  fed. 
 
 5  Why  do  they  shun  that  pleasant  path. 
 
 Which  worldlings  love  so  well ' 
 Because  it  is  the  road  to  death, 
 The  certain  way  to  hell. 
 
 6  Why  do  they  walk  the  narrow  road. 
 
 Along  that  rugged  maze  ? 
 Because  this  way  their  Leader  trod  ; 
 They  love  and  keep  his  ways. 
 
 7  What  I  is  there  then  no  other  road 
 
 To  Salem's  happy  ground  ? 
 Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God  ; 
 No  other  can  be  found. 
 
 1S4. 
 
 The  Christian  encouraged. 
 
 GIVE    to   the   winds   Ihy    fears. 
 Hope,    and  be    undismay'd ; 
 God    hears   thy    sighs,    and   counts   thy   lean 
 He   shall   lift   up   thy  head. 
 
 2  Through   waves,  and   clouds,  and  storiHS 
 He   gently    clears   the   way ; 
 Wait  thou  his  tune,  so  shall  this  night 
 Soon   end   in  joyous   day. 
 
SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  443 
 
 3  Still    heavy    is   thy    heart? 
 Still    sink   thy   spirits   down  1 
 
 liast   off  the   weight,   let   fear   depart, 
 And   every    care   beRone. 
 
 4  What   though  thou    rulest   not, 
 Yet   heaven,   and  earth,    and    hell, 
 
 Proclaim   God    sitteth   on   the   throne, 
 And    ruleth   all   things   well. 
 
 fi  Leave   to   his   sovereign   sway 
 To   choose   and   to   command : 
 So   shall  thou,    wondering,  own   his   way 
 How    wise,   how   strong   his  hand ! 
 
 6  Far,   far   above   thy    thought 
 His    counsel    shall    appear, 
 
 When   fully    he   the  work   hath   wrought 
 That   caused   thy   needless   fear. 
 
 7  Thou   seest    our   weakness,   Lord, 
 Our   hearts   are   known    to   thee : 
 
 0,   lift   thoii   up   the    sinking   hand, 
 Confirm   the   feeble   knee'. 
 
 8  Let   us,   in   life,   in   death, 
 Thy    steadfast   truth    declare; 
 
 And    publish,  with  our  latest  breath, 
 Thy    love   and   guardian   care. 
 
 Mart   S.  B.   Dana.]     1S5. 
 '*The  bow  in  the  clouds.^' 
 
 WHEN  I  gaze  on  the  rainbow  that  spane 
 the    wide   heaven, 
 I    think   of  his    mercy    who   ruleth    on   high ; 
 Tis  a  beautiful  token   Our   Fathei  has  given, 
 The   bright  bow   of  promise  that  glows   on 
 the   sky. 
 
444  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 
 
 I  fear  Dot  the  cloud  that  is  gatherhig  o'er  me. 
 
 Nor  low  muttered    thunder  that   sounds   on 
 
 mine   ear ; 
 
 The  clear  tinted  rainbow   is  spreading  before 
 
 me, 
 
 'Tis  a  silent  reprover  to  trembling  and  fear 
 
 I  There's   a  bow    in   the   clouds   when   the    Sa- 
 viour  is   near  us, 
 More  beautiful   far,  and   eternally    bright. 
 *Tia  a  bow  uncreated,  that  ever  will  cheer  us, 
 Thro'  clouds  and  thro'  sunshine,  thro'  dark- 
 ness and   light. 
 Like  the  dews  of  the  morning,  or  gentle  spring 
 showers, 
 He  waters  the  soul  with  hb  plentiful  grace  i 
 And  sure  the  rapt  spirit  may  welcome  the  hours. 
 When  beauty  celestial  beams  bright  from  his 
 
APPENDIX. 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS 
 
 FOH 
 
 SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 
 
 BY  J.  M.  PECK. 
 
 H.  F.  Gould.]     HYMN  I.    Particular  Metre 
 
 FilgrirrCs  Way  Song. 
 1  T*M  bound  to  the  house  of  my  Father ; 
 J-  0  draw  not  my  feet  from  the  way, 
 Nor  stop  me  these  wild  flowers  to  gather. 
 
 They  droop  at  my  touch  and  decay! 
 I  think  of  the  flowers  that  are  blooming 
 
 In  beauty  unfading  above, 
 The  wings  of  kind  angels  perfuming, 
 Who  fly  down  on  errands  of  love, 
 
 i  Of  earth's  shallow  waters  the  drinking 
 
 Is  powerless  my  thirst  to  allay; 
 Their  taste  is  of  tears,  while  we're  sinking 
 
 Beside  them  where  quicksands  betray. 
 I  long  for  the  fount  ever  living, 
 
 That  flows  by  my  Father's  own  door, 
 *Vith  water  so  sweet  and  life-giving. 
 
 To  drink  and  to  thirst  never  more. 
 
 The  gold  of  this  bright  happy  dwelling, 
 Makes  all  lower  gold  to  look  dim; 
 
 Its  treasures  all  treasures  excelling, 
 Shine  forth  and  allure  me  to  Him. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS 
 
 The  gems  of  this  world  I  am  treading 
 In  dust,  wliere  as  pebbles  they  lie ; 
 
 To  win  the  rich  pearl  that  is  shedding 
 Its  lustre  so  pure  from  on  high. 
 
 ^  For  pains  a  torn  spirit  is  feeling, 
 
 No  balsam  from  earth  it  receives; 
 I  go  to  the  tree  that  is  healing. 
 
 To  drop  in  my  wounds  from  its  leaves 
 A  child  that  is  weary  with  roaming, 
 
 Returning  in  gladness  to  see 
 Its  home,  and  its  parents,  I'm  coming*— 
 
 My  Father,  I  hasten  to  thee ! 
 
 HYMN  II.    P.  M. 
 
 Patriotic. 
 
 MY  NATIVE  LAND. 
 
 FIRMLY  stand,  my  native  land ! 
 True  in  heart  and  true  in  hand, 
 All  that's  holy  cherish. 
 Thus  shall  God  remain  thy  friend. 
 Thus  shall  heaven  thy  walls  defend ; 
 Freedom  shall  not  perish! 
 
 2  Safely  dwell,  my  native  land! 
 May  thy  sons  united  stand, 
 
 Firm  and  true  for  ever: — 
 God  forbid  the  day  should  rise, 
 When  'tis  said  our  freedom  dies! 
 
 Freedom  die?     0,  never. 
 
 3  Smg  for  ioy,  my  native  land! 
 In  thee  dwells  a  noble  band, 
 
 All  thy  weal  to  cherish: 
 God  with  might  will  guard  thee  round, 
 While  thy  steps  in  truth  are  found. 
 
 Freedom  shall  not  perish. 
 
FOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 
 
 HYMN  III.    L.  M. 
 
 Sabbath. 
 '  OOON  as  the  light  of  morning  broke 
 
 O  O'er  island,  continent,  and  deep, 
 Thy  far-spread  family  awoke. 
 Sabbath  all  round  the  world  to  keep. 
 
 From  east  to  west  the  sun  survey'd, 
 
 From  north  to  south,  the  adoring  throngs 
 And  still  when  evening  spread  her  shade. 
 
 The  stars  came  forth  to  hear  their  songs. 
 Melodious  as  the  winds  and  seas, 
 
 In  halcyon  hours,  when  storms  are  flown, 
 Arose  earth's  Babel  languages, 
 
 In  pure  accordance  to  thy  throne.' 
 
 HYMN  IV.    L.  M. 
 
 The  Sabbath. 
 
 )     \  N OTHER  six  days'  work  is  done, 
 j\-  Another  sabbath  is  begun  ; 
 Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest ; 
 Improve  the  day  that  God  hath  bless' d. 
 
 *  0,  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
 As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies, 
 
 And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
 Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 
 3  This  heavenly  calm,  within  the  breast, 
 Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
 Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
 The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 
 
 *  With  joy,  great  God,  thy  works  we  view 
 In  various  scenev,  both  old  and  new  ; 
 With  praise,   -  •?  think  on  mercies  past; 
 With  hope,  Vv   <i:'"-e     'easu>-es  taste. 
 
 5  In  holy  duties  lei    \' 
 In  holy  pleasures,  pass  av.  ay : 
 How  sweet  a  sabbath  thus  to  spend. 
 In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS  H  /MJNS 
 
 HYMN  V.    C.  M. 
 A  hymn  for  the  evening  of  the  Lord's  da  if 
 
 FREQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns. 
 To  shed  its  quickening  beams; 
 And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns ! 
 
 How  languid  are  its  flames! 
 Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 
 
 Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive ; 
 We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
 
 And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 
 Increase,  0  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 
 
 And  fit  us  to  ascend. 
 Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
 
 The  sabbath  ne'er  shall  end; 
 Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 
 
 With  heavenly  lustre  shine ; 
 Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
 
 And  feast  on  love  divine. 
 
 HYMN  VI.    P.  M, 
 
 Lord's  day  evening. 
 
 LORD,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
 A  whole  assembly  worship  thee  ; 
 At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray ; 
 They  hear  of  heaven,  and  learn  the  way 
 I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go; 
 'Tis  like  a  Uttle  heaven  below: 
 Not  all  that  hell  or  sin  can  say 
 Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  aay. 
 0,  write  upon  my  memorv,  Lord, 
 The  texts  and  doctrine  ot    y^.y  word, 
 That  I  may  brea''  thv  law     no  more. 
 But  lo''C     ...0    ,^   t     :ha.i  before. 
 With  mou^nts  jt  ohrist,  and  things  divu^. 
 Fill  up  this  foolish  heart  of  mine ; 
 That,  hoping  pardon  through  his  blood, 
 I  may  lie  down  and  wake  with  God. 
 
FOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 
 
 HYMN  VII.    S.  M. 
 
 The  plemitres  of  social  worship. 
 
 HOW  charming  is  the  place 
 Where  my  Redeemer  God 
 Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 
 
 And  sheds  his  love  abroad ! 
 To  him  their  prr^/ers  and  cries 
 
 Each  humble  soul  presents : 
 He  Hstens  to  their  broken  sighs, 
 
 And  grants  then:  all  their  wants. 
 To  them  his  sovereign  will 
 
 He  graciously  imparts ; 
 And  in  return  accepts,  with  smileSj 
 
 The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 
 Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 
 
 Within  thy  bJess'd  abode. 
 Among  the  children  of  thy  grace^ 
 
 The  servants  of  my  God. 
 
 HYMN  Vm.    P.  M. 
 
 On  opening  a  place  of  worshtjj. 
 
 1  f^  REAT  King  of  glory,  come, 
 vJ  And  with  thy  favour  crown 
 This  temple  as  thy  dome, 
 
 This  people  as  thy  own: 
 Beneath  this  roof,  0,  deign  to  show 
 How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below' 
 
 2  Here  may  thine  ears  attend 
 
 Our  interceding  cries. 
 And  gratefiil  praise  ascend, 
 
 All  fragrant,  to  the  skies: 
 Here  may  thy  word  melodious  sound, 
 And  spread  celestial  joys  around ! 
 
 3  Here  may  th'  attentive  throng 
 
 Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love, 
 And  converts  join  the  song 
 
 Of  dcat'him  above,  ^Q 
 
a  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS 
 
 And  willing  crowds  surround  thy  board. 
 With  sacred  joy  and  sweet  accord. 
 
 HYMN  IX.    L.  M. 
 
 Paraphrase  of  the  Lord's  prayer. 
 
 1  "L"^ATHER,  adored  in  worlds  above, 
 
 1.     Thy  glorious  name  be  hallowed  still  ; 
 
 Thy  kingdom  come  with  power  and  love, 
 
 And  earth  hke  heaven  obey  thy  will. 
 
 2  Lord,  make  our  daily  wants  thy  care ; 
 
 Forgive  the  sins  which  we  forsake; 
 And  let  us  in  thy  kindness  share, 
 As  fellow-men  of  ours  partake. 
 
 3  Evils  beset  us  every  hour ! 
 
 Thy  kind  protection  we  implore : 
 Thine  is  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power; 
 Be  thine  the  glory  evermore ! 
 
 HYMN  X. 
 
 Home. 
 
 THERE  is  one  bright  enchanting  spot,  where  love 
 and  beauty  glow, 
 Which  oft  the  glorious  grace  of  God  hath  made  8 
 
 heaven  below. 
 And  in  that  covenant  sheltered  spot,  there  is  a  ra 
 
 diant  gem. 
 More  precious  far  than  ocean  pearls,  or  empire's  di 
 
 adem  ! 
 C^h  keep  that  gem,  ye  plighted  ones,  nor  from  tha* 
 
 spot  depart — 
 That  spot  is  HOME — delightful  home — that  gem  th* 
 
 FAITHFUL   HEART. 
 
 W 
 
 HYMN  XI.    C.  M. 
 
 The  friend  that  died  for  me. 
 
 HEN  blind  with  sin,  my  Father's  will 
 I  rei'.kless  disobeyed. 
 
FOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIOiNS. 
 
 One  piling  friend  bore  with  me  still, 
 
 And  uiterceding,  prayed: 
 With  sobs  and  tears  he  bent  him  down, 
 
 A  suppliant  on  the  knee — 
 Oh !  shall  my  thankless  heart  disown 
 
 The  Friend  that  wept  for  me? 
 
 2  When  sore  beset  with  deadly  foes. 
 
 Forlorn,  about  to  yield, 
 His  guardian  arm  would  interpose; 
 
 To  succour,  and  to  shield : 
 His  wounds  secured  me  from  distre8» 
 
 His  suflierings  set  me  free — 
 Oh  !  grateful,  let  me  ever  bless 
 
 The  Friend  that  bled  for  me  ! 
 
 3  And,  when  insulted  Justice  claimed 
 
 A  victim  for  His  shrine, 
 This  faithful  Friend,  unsought,  unblamed, 
 
 Laid  down  his  life  for  mme : 
 The  tortures  I  deserved,  he  bore. 
 
 And  perished  on  the  tree — 
 Oh !  let  my  prostrate  soul  adore 
 
 The  Friend  that  died  for  me ! 
 
 HYMN  XIL     P.  M 
 
 BY   J.    S.    SIDDALL. 
 
 •*  The  prayers  of  Davidy  the  son  of  Jesst^ ,   ,  cn,t 
 ^<f."— David. 
 
 THEY'RE  ended,  the  prayers  thou  hast  oflTe,,. 
 in  sorrow, 
 The  praises  once  sung  in  thy  hours  of  delig^ 
 On  thy  brow  has  time  set  his  indelible  furred 
 Earth's  visions  of  beauty  have  passed  from  .n- 
 sight. 
 
 2  In  youth's  early  years,  when  thy  gentle  flocu 
 watching, 
 The  hours  of  the  night  have  oft  witnessed  wiu. 
 iov— 
 
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 From  nature  around  tliee,  the  holy  theme  catcliing 
 Thy  harp  thou  hast  tuned  in  thy  Maker's  em 
 ploy. 
 
 S  And  when  thy  young  pow'rs  into  manbdod  bad 
 ghded, 
 As  eacfi   coming   year  added   strength  to  tby 
 muse, 
 To  loftier  measure?  that  muse  was  still  guided, 
 Inspired  by  the  Spirit,  but  love  could  mfuse. 
 
 4  E'en  a^e,  the  dark  shadows  of  death  castmg  o'es 
 
 thee, 
 Could  not  dampen  the  ardor  of  piety's  glow; 
 But  the  bright  path  of  glory  then  op'ning  before 
 
 thee, 
 In   yet  higher  strains  led  thy  numbers  to  flow. 
 
 5  And  now  are  they  ended — the  soul-stirring  praises, 
 
 All  hushed  in  the  silence  that  waits  round  the 
 grave  ? 
 Ah,  no  I  for  thy  spirit  on  high,  ever  raises 
 The  glory  of  Him  who  is  '  mighty  to  save.' 
 f  And  though  in  obUvion,  long  ages  have  vanished 
 Since   the  psalt'ry  was  tuned  to  thy  heavenly 
 mirth — 
 Yet  never  shall  aught  of  thy  mem'rv  be  banished 
 Whilst  the  word  of  the  Highest,  shall  dwell  up 
 on  earth. 
 T  To  thee,  now,  O  Father,  Thou  Being  most  holj 
 We  offer  the  prayer  of  thy  servant  of  old, 
 Create  in  us,  Saviour,  a  bean  pure  and  lowly,* 
 That  we  loo  in  glory,  thy  face  may  behold. 
 
 HYMN  XIII.    7'8.     C.  M. 
 The  neto  year. 
 'VXJHILE  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 
 '  V     Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
 Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
 Never  more  to  meet  us  here ; 
 Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 
 
FOR  SPECIAL    OCCASIONS 
 
 hoy 
 We 
 
 'e  a  little  longer  wait, 
 But  how  little,  none  can  know 
 
 2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 
 
 Speedily  tlie  murk  to  tiud  ; 
 As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 
 .  Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind 
 Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
 
 Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  ; 
 Upwards,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise ; 
 
 AH  below  is  but  a  dream. 
 
 3  Tlianks  for  mercies  past  receive, 
 
 Pardon  of  our  sins  renew : 
 Teach  as  hencelorth  how  to  live, 
 
 With  eternity  in- view: 
 Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old, 
 
 Fill  us  with  a  Saviours  love; 
 And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told. 
 
 May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 
 
 HYMN  XIV.    C.  M. 
 
 1  A  ND  now,  my  soul,  another  yeai- 
 jLA.  Of  thy  short  life  is  past ; 
 
 I  cannot  long  continue  here, 
 And  this  may  be  my  last. 
 
 2  Much  of  my  dubious  life  is  gone, 
 
 Nor  will  return  again  ; 
 And  swift  my  passing  moments  run, 
 The  few  that  yet  remain. 
 
 3  Awake  my  soul,  with  utmost  care 
 
 Thy  true  condition  learn ; 
 What  are  thy  hopes,  how  sure,  how  fair. 
 And  what  thy  great  concern  ? 
 
 4  Now  a  new  scene  of  time  begins, 
 
 Set  on  afresh  for  heaven ; 
 Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins, 
 In  Christ  so  freely  given. 
 
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 5  Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  Grod, 
 And  jn  his  grace  depend; 
 With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road 
 Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 
 
 HYMN  XV.    P.  M. 
 
 Fourth  of  July  hymn. 
 
 BY   8.    F.   SMITH. 
 
 1  A  USPICIOUS  morning  hai\! 
 ■Lx.  Voices  from  hill  and  dale 
 
 Thy  welcome  sing. 
 Joy  on  thy  dawning  breaks; 
 Each  heart  that  joy  partakes 
 While  cheerful  music  wakes 
 
 Its  praise  to  ^ring. 
 
 2  When  on  the  tyrant's  rod 
 Our  patriot  fathers  trod, 
 
 And  dared  be  free; 
 'Twas  not  in  burning  zeal, 
 Firm  nerves  and  hearts  of  steel 
 Our  country's  joy  to  seal, 
 
 But,  Lord,  in  thee ! 
 
 3  Thou,  as  a  shield  of  power, 
 In  battle's  awful  hour. 
 
 Didst  round  us  stand; 
 Our  hopes  were  in  thy  throne 
 Strong  in  thy  might  alone, 
 By  thee  our  banners  shone, 
 
 God  of  our  land. 
 
 4  Long  o'er  our  native  hills, 
 Long  by  our  shaded  rills 
 
 May  freedom  rest; 
 Long  may  our  shores  have  peao* 
 Our  flag  grace  every  breeze, 
 Our  ships,  the  distant  seas, 
 
 From  east  to  west. 
 
 5  Peace  on  this  day  abide. 
 From  mom  v\\  even-tide; 
 
FOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS.  | ) 
 
 Wake,  tuneful  song ; 
 Aielodious  accents  raise, 
 Let  the  heart  thrill  with  praise, 
 Briiig  high  and  grateful  lays, 
 
 Rich,  full  and  strong. 
 
 Onward  the  echo  floats ; 
 Sublime  and  swelling  notes 
 
 On  the  air  sail ; 
 From  fearless  hearts  and  free 
 The  lofty  minstrelsy 
 Rises,  O  God,  to  thee — 
 
 Hail,  freedom,  hail. 
 
 HYMN  XVL 
 
 Independence,     by  m.  bratman. 
 
 Tune — Sicilian  Hymn. 
 
 1  TTARK !  the  rising  anthem  stealing, 
 Xi  O'er  the  land  from  sea  to  sea; 
 Louder  still  its  notes  are  pealing — 
 
 Hark  !  the  cry — '  a  world  is  free  !' 
 
 Let  the  chorus 
 Join  in  freedom's  jubilee  I 
 
 2  When  our  fathers  tried  the  ocean — 
 
 Dared  the  terrors  of  its  waves— 
 When  in  battle's  dread  commotion. 
 Thousands  sank  in  hallowed  grave*; 
 
 Then  they  bade  us, 
 Freemen  die — but  ne'er  live  slaves! 
 8  Oft  with  savage  hosts  contending, 
 See  your  noblest  sons  expire — 
 Altars,  rights,  and  homes  defending 
 From  the  spoiler's  dreaded  ire ; 
 
 See  your  dwellings 
 Girt  by  foemen — wrapt  in  fire  1 
 4  Now  when  heaven,  her  gifts  bestowing 
 Hails  Columbia,  great  and  free — 
 While  with  peace  and  plenty  flowing, 
 All  thy  children  joyous  be ; 
 
tS  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS 
 
 Let  the  stranger 
 Find  a  pUgrim's  home  in  thee ! 
 5  Let  the  trumpet,  swelling  loudly, 
 Earlier  scenes  recall  again — 
 Let  the  eagle,  floating  proudly 
 O'er  Commbia's  verdant  plain, 
 
 Bear  a  blessing 
 O'er  the  graves  of  freedom's  slain  ! 
 i  Freemen,  take  the  boon — preserve  i'. — 
 Bend  to  none  but  God,  the  knee ! 
 Wear  this  badge — still  more — deserve  it, 
 '  Worthy  sons  of  Liberty ;' 
 
 Shouting  welcome 
 To  the  nation's  jubilee  ! 
 
 HYMN  XVn.    C.  M. 
 
 Thanksgiving  for  victory. 
 1  n  ^O  thee,  who  reign' st  supreme  above, 
 J-    And  reign'st  supreme  below, 
 Thou  God  of  wisdom,  power  and  love, 
 VVe  our  successes  owe. 
 i  Thy  mighty  arm,  unseen,  was  nigh, 
 When  we  our  foes  assailed; 
 'Tb  thou  hast  raised  our  honours  liigh. 
 And  o'er  their  hosts  prevailed- 
 
 3  To  our  young  race  will  we  proclaim 
 
 The  mercies  God  has  shown, 
 That  they  may  learn  to  bless  his  name, 
 And  choose  him  for  their  own. 
 
 4  Thus,  while  we  sleep  in  silent  dust, 
 
 When  threatening  dangers  come, 
 Their  fathers'  God  shall  be  their  Trust 
 Their  Refuge,  and  their  Home. 
 
 'H 
 
 HYMN  XVHL    P.  M. 
 
 Thanksgiving  for  national  prosperity. 
 
 OW  rich  thy  gifts,  almighty  King! 
 From  thee  our  public  blessingn  spring  i 
 
FOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 
 
 The  extended  trade,  the  fruitful  skies, 
 I'he  treasures  liberty  bestows, 
 The  eternal  ioys  the  eospel  shows, — 
 
 All  from  thy  boundless  goodness  rise. 
 
 2  Here  commerce  speads  the  wealthy  store. 
 Which  pours  from  every  foreign  shore ; 
 
 Science  and  art  their  cliarnis  display ; 
 Religion  teaches  us  to  raise 
 Our  voices  to  our  Maker's  praise, 
 
 As  truth  and  conscience  point  the  way 
 
 3  With  grateful  hearts,  with  joyful  tongues, 
 To  God  we  raise  united  songs ; 
 
 Here  still  may  God  in  mercy  reign  ; 
 Crown  our  just  counsels  with'success. 
 With  peace  and  joy  our  borders  bless. 
 
 And  all  our  sacred  rights  maintain. 
 
 HYMN   XIX. 
 
 Christmas  Hymn. 
 
 1  /^OME,  thou  long  expected  JesiiB, 
 \J  Bom  to  set  thy  people  free ; 
 From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 
 
 Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 
 Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 
 
 Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art ; 
 Dear  desire  of  every  nation, 
 
 Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 
 
 2  Born  thy  people  to  deliver ; 
 
 Born  a  child  and  yet  a  king ; 
 Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 
 
 Now  thy  giacious  kingdom  bring. 
 By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 
 
 Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
 By  thine  all  sufficient  merit, 
 
 Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throna 
 
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 THE  SEASONS. 
 
 HYMN  XX.    7'e.  j 
 
 Spring. 
 
 1   "pLEASING  Spring  again  is  here 
 X     Trees  and  fields  in  bloom  appear 
 Hark!  the  birds,  with  artless  lays, 
 Warble  their  Creator's  praise! 
 
 9  Lord,  afford  a  spring  to  me ! 
 Let  me  feel  like  what  I  see: 
 Ah !  my  winter  has  been  long ; 
 Chill'd  my  hopes,  and  mute  my  song. 
 
 3  On  thy  garden  deign  to  smile; 
 Raise  the  plants,  enrich  the  soil: 
 Soon  thy  presence  will  restore 
 Life  to  what  seem'd  dead  before, 
 
 4  Speak,  and  by  thy  gracious  voice. 
 Make  my  drooping  soul  rejoice: 
 O !  beloved  Saviour,  haste — 
 Tell  me  all  the  storms  are  past. 
 
 HYMN  XXL    C.  M. 
 
 Spring. 
 
 1  "A  17"  HEN  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vale 
 VV    And  blossoms  deck  the  spray, 
 And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale. 
 How  sweet  the  vernal  day. 
 
 i  Hark !  how  the  feathered  warblers  sing  , 
 'Tis  nature's  cheerful  voice; 
 Soft  music  hails  the  lovely  spring, 
 And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 
 
 3  How  kind  the  influence  of  the  skies ! 
 The  showers,  with  blessings  fraught, 
 Bid  virtue,  beauty,  fragrance  rise, 
 And  fix  the  roving  thought. 
 
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 4  Then  let  my  wondering  heart  confess, 
 With  gratitude  and  love, 
 The  bounteous  hand  that  deigns  to  blew 
 The  garden,  field  and  grove. 
 i  O  God  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
 Thy  heavenly  gifts  impart ; 
 Then  shall  my  meditation  trace 
 Spring,  blooming  in  my  heart. 
 
 HYMN  XXII.    C.  M. 
 Summer. — A  harvest  hyvin. 
 
 1  ^pO  praise  the  ever-bounteous  Lord. 
 
 -L    My  soul,  wake  all  thy  powers : 
 He  calls,  and  at  his  voice  come  forth 
 The  smiling  harvest  hours. 
 
 2  His  covenant  with  the  earth  he  keeps; 
 
 My  tongue,  his  goodness  sing ; 
 Summer  and  winter  know  their  time; 
 His  harvest  crowns  the  spring. 
 
 3  Well  pleased,  the  toiling  swains  behold 
 
 The  waving  yellow  crop ; 
 With  joy  they  bear  the  sheaves  away. 
 And  sow  again  in  hope. 
 
 4  Thus  teach  me,  gracious  God,  to  sow 
 
 The  seeds  of  righteousness ; 
 Smile  on  my  soul,  and  with  thy  beairfi 
 The  ripening  harvest  bless. 
 
 5  Then,  in  the  last  great  harvest,  I 
 
 Shall  reap  a  glorious  crop : 
 
 The  harvest  shaH  by  far  exceed 
 
 What  I  have  sown  in  hope. 
 
 HYMN  XXin.    8,  7. 
 AtUumn.     Montgomekt. 
 I  OEE  the  leaves  around  us  falling, 
 O  Dry  and  wither'd  to  the  ground; 
 Thus  to  thoughtless  mortals  calling, 
 In  d  sad  and  solemn  sound : — 
 
It)  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS 
 
 2  *  Sons  of  Adam,  (once  in  Eden,) 
 
 Where,  like  us,  ye  blighted  fell, 
 Hear  the  lesson  we  are  reading 
 Mark  the  awful  truth  we  tell: 
 
 3  '  Youth,  on  length  of  days  presuming, 
 
 Who  the  paths  of  pleasure  tread, 
 View  us,  late  in  beauty  blooming, 
 Nuraber'd  now  among  the  dead. 
 
 4  *  What  though  yet  no  losses  grieve  you, 
 
 Gay  with  health  and  many  a  grace, 
 Let  not  cloudless  skies  deceive  you : 
 Summer  gives  to  autumn  place. 
 
 5  '  Yearly  in  our  course  returning. 
 
 Messengers  of  shortest  stay. 
 Thus  wu  preach  tiiis  truth  concerning, 
 Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away.' 
 
 HYMN  XXIV.     C.  M. 
 
 Winter. 
 
 1  'XTT'ITH  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud* 
 
 V  V    Address  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
 Over  the  heavens  he  spreads  his  cloud, 
 And  waters  veil  the  sky. 
 
 2  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 
 
 Of  the  declining  year; 
 He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
 And  wintry  days  appear. 
 
 3  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow. 
 
 Descend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
 The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
 In  icy  fetters  bound. 
 
 4  He  sends  his  word  and  melts  the  snow ; 
 
 The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
 He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow. 
 And  bids  the  spring  return. 
 
 6  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  (^ku 
 Obey  his  mighty  word: 
 
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 With  songs  and  honours  soundiug  iouu, 
 Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 
 
 HYMN  XXV.    P.  M. 
 
 The  Seasons. 
 
 LORD  of  the  worlds  below, 
 On  earth  thy  glories  shine; 
 The  changing  seasons  show 
 Thy  skill  and  power  divine. 
 In  all  we  see  I  The  rolling  years 
 
 A  God  appears ;  |  Are  full  of  thee. 
 
 Forth  in  the  flowery  spring 
 
 We  see  thy  beauty  move; 
 The  birds  on  branches  sing 
 Thy  tenderness  and  love  ; 
 Wide  flush  the  hills;  I  Devotion's  calm 
 The  air  is  balm;  j  Our  bosom  filb 
 
 Then  come,  in  robes  of  Ught, 
 
 The  summer's  flaming  days; 
 The  sun,  thine  image  bright, 
 Thy  majesty  displays  ; 
 And  oft  thy  voice        I  But  still  our  souk 
 In  thunder  rolls;  J  In  thee  rejoice 
 
 In  autumn,  a  rich  feast 
 
 Thy  common  bounty  gives 
 To  man,  and  bird,  and  beast, 
 And  every  thing  that  lives. 
 Thy  liberal  cai»>,          j  And  harvest  moon, 
 At  mom,  and  noon,    |  Our  lips  declare. 
 
 In  winter,  awful  thou. 
 
 With  storms  around  thee  cast. 
 The  leafless  forests  bow 
 Beneath  thy  northern  blast. 
 While  tempests  lower,  j  We  homage  bring. 
 To  thpe,  dread  King,    |  And  own  thy  powe? 
 
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 HYMN  XXVL    Tb. 
 
 Christian  Fellowship. 
 
 1  TESUS,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, 
 J    Let  us  in  thy  name  agree ; 
 Show  thyself  the  Prince  of  Peace : 
 Bid  our  jars  for  ever  cease. 
 
 2  By  thy  reconciling  love, 
 Every  stumbling-block  remove; 
 Each  to  each  unite,  endear; 
 Come,  and  spread  thy  banner  here. 
 
 3  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
 Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind; 
 Lowly,  meek  in  thought  and  word, 
 Altogether  like  our  Lord. 
 
 4  Let  us  for  each  other  care, 
 Each  the  other's  burden  bear : 
 To  thy  church  the  pattern  give ; 
 Show  how  true  believers  live. 
 
 5  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride, 
 Let  us  thus  in  God  abide ; 
 
 All  the  depths  of  love  express. 
 All  the  heights  of  holiness. 
 
 6  Let  us  then  with  joy  remove 
 To  the  family  above; 
 
 On  the  wings  of  angelt  fly ; 
 Show  how  true  believers  aie. 
 
 HYMN  XXVn.    S.  M. 
 ]  TILEST  are  the  sons  of  peace, 
 Xj  Whose  heartd  and  hopes  are  one ; 
 Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  pleaao 
 Through  all  their  actions  run. 
 i  Blest  is  the  pious  house, 
 
 Where  zeal,  and  friendship  meet, 
 Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled 
 Make  their  commujion  sweet. 
 3  ThuB  on  the  heavenly  hilU 
 The  saints  are  blest  above. 
 
rOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS.  i'J 
 
 Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distill, 
 And  all  the  air  is  love. 
 
 HYMN  XXVin. 
 
 Nothing  true  btit  Heaven. 
 
 1  'T^mS  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 
 X    For  man's  illusion  given, 
 The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  wo, 
 Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow; 
 There's  nothing  true  but  heaven  ! 
 I  And  false  the  light  on  glory's  plume. 
 As  fading  hues  of  heaven ; 
 And  love,  and  hope,  and  beauty's  bloom, 
 Are  blossoms  gather'd  for  the  tomb  ; 
 There's  noticing  bright  but  heaven  ! 
 3  Poor  wanderers  of  a  stormy  day. 
 From  wave  to  wave  we're  driven; 
 And  fancy's  flash,  and  reason's  ray. 
 Serve  but  to  light  the  troubled  way; 
 There's  nothmf  calm  but  heaven! 
 
 HYMN  XXIX. 
 
 Heaven  on  earth. 
 
 1  T^HIS  world's  not  'all  a  fleetinf  show, 
 -L    For  man's  illusion  given ;' 
 He  that  hath  soothed  a  widow's  wo. 
 Or  wiped  an  orphan's  tear,  doth  know 
 There's  something  here  of  heaven, 
 t  And  he  that  walks  life's  thorny  way 
 With  feelings  calm  and  even; 
 Whose  path  is  lit  from  day  to  day 
 By  virtue's  bright  and  steady  ray ; 
 Hath  somethmg  felt  of  heaven. 
 1  He,  that  the  Christian's  course  has  run, 
 And  al!  his  foes  forgiven; 
 Who  measures  out  life's  little  span. 
 In  love  to  God,  and  love  to  man, 
 On  earth  has  tasted  heaven. 
 
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 HYMN  XXX. 
 The  Heavenly  Rest. 
 1   T^HERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 
 JL    To  mourning  wanderers  given; 
 There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distress'd, 
 A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast- 
 'Tis  found  above — in  heaven.         • 
 8  There  is  a  soft,  a  downy  bed, 
 'Tis  fair  as  breath  of  even; 
 A  couch  for  weary  mortals  spread. 
 Where  they  may  rest  the  aching  head, 
 And  find  repose — in  heaven. 
 
 3  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 
 
 By  sin  and  sorrow  driven  ; 
 When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoala, 
 Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 
 
 And  all  is  drear — but  heaven. 
 
 4  There,  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. 
 
 5  There,  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
 
 And  joys  supreme  are  given : 
 There  jovs  divine  disperse  the  gloom  :— 
 Beyond  the  confines  oi  the  tomb, 
 
 Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 
 
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 HYMN  XXXI.    S.  M. 
 
 Watchfulness. 
 
 CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
 A  God  to  glorify ; 
 A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
 And  fit  It  for  the  sky. 
 1  To  serve  the  present  age. 
 My  caUing  to  fulfil ; 
 O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage. 
 To  do  my  Master's  will. 
 
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 3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
 
 As  in  thy  sight  to  live-, 
 And  0,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare. 
 A  strict  account  to  give! 
 
 4  Heip  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
 
 And  on  thyself  rely, 
 Assured  if  I  my  trust  betraf, 
 I  shall  fur  ever  die. 
 
 PROTRACTED  MEETINGS. 
 
 HYMN  XXXIL 
 Sinners,  will  you.     S.  7.  4. 
 
 1  DINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message, 
 O  Sent  in  mercy  from  above? 
 Elvery  sentence — 0,  how  tender! 
 Every  line  is  full  of  love ; 
 
 Listen  to  it — 
 Every  line  is  full  of  love. 
 8  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel, 
 News  from  Zion's  kinff  proclaim, 
 To  each  rebel  sinner — '  Pardon, 
 Free  forgiveness  in  his  namef 
 
 How  important ! 
 Free  forgiveness  in  Ids  name! 
 S  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succour: 
 Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears; 
 And  with  news  of  consolation, 
 Chase  away  the  falhng  tears: 
 
 Tender  heralds — 
 Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 
 *  Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 
 Who  received  the  joyful  word  t 
 *<^ho  embraced  the  news  of  pardon, 
 Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lora  ? 
 
 Can  you  slight  it — 
 Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord ! 
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 5  O,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 
 Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way, 
 Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
 Tidings  bear  without  delay: 
 
 Rebel  sinners 
 Glad  the  message  will  obey. 
 
 HYMN  XXXni. 
 Weak  believers  encouraged. 
 
 1  TTOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  sainm, 
 
 X    Down  from  the  willows  take: 
 Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine, 
 Bid  every  string  awake. 
 
 2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 
 
 We  are  not  far  from  home; 
 And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
 
 We  every  moment  come. 
 I  His  grace  will  to  the  end 
 
 Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
 Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come 
 
 Shall  quench  the  love  divine. 
 
 HYMN  XXXIV. 
 
 Hasten,  sinner. 
 
 1  TTASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise; 
 XI  Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sani 
 Wisdom,  if  you  still  despise, 
 
 Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 
 
 2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore ; 
 
 Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 
 I^est  thy  season  should  be  o'er. 
 
 Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 
 ^  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return; 
 
 Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
 Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  bum^ 
 
 Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 
 
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 FOR  Si'ECIAL  OCCASIONS.  ^. 
 
 Hasten  sinner,  to  be  blest : 
 Stay  not  ior  the  morrow's  sun; 
 
 Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
 Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 
 
 HYMN  XXXV. 
 
 0  turn  ye. 
 
 TURN  ye,  O  turn  ye,  for  why  will  you  die, 
 When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh  " 
 Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says,  come, 
 And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 
 
 ^  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  delay. 
 Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away  , 
 Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as  you 
 
 be, 
 While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  tree. 
 
 '  And"  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive, 
 O  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  believe  ? 
 If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come  ? 
 'Tis  you  he  bids  welcome;  he  bids  you  come 
 home. 
 
 «  In  riches,  in  pleasures,  what  can  you  obtain, 
 To  soothe  your  affliction,  or  banish  your  pain  ? 
 To  bear  up  your  spirit  when  summon'd  to  die, 
 Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high  ? 
 
 *>  Why  will  you  be  starving  and  feeduig  on  air? 
 There's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough  and  to  spare; 
 If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see. 
 And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and  free. 
 
 Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Saviour  your 
 
 heart, 
 And  trusting  in  Heaven,  we  never  shall  part ; 
 O   how  can   we   leave  you !   why  will  you  nof 
 
 come  •' 
 We'll  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at  home. 
 
U  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMN? 
 
 HYMN  XXXVL 
 
 Weary  sinners. 
 
 1  /"^OME  ye  weary  sinners,  come, 
 V_>'  All,  who  feel  your  heavy  loaa 
 Jesus  calls  the  wanderers  home  ; 
 
 Hasten  to  your  pardoning  God. 
 
 2  Come,  ye  guilty  souls,  opprest, 
 
 Answer  to  the  Saviour's  call: 
 '  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest ; 
 Come,  and  I  will  save  you  all.' 
 
 3  Jesus, — full  of  truth  and  love, 
 
 We_  thv  kindest  call  obey. 
 Faithful  let  thy  mercies  prove. 
 Take  our  load  of  guilt  away. 
 
 4  Weary  of  this  war  within, 
 
 Weary  of  this  endless  strife. 
 Weary  of  ourselves  and  sin. 
 Weary  of  a  wretched  life. 
 
 HYMN  XXXVIL    S.  M. 
 
 On  receiving  members. 
 
 1  TTTHO  can  forbear  to  sing,. 
 
 VV    Who  can  refuse  to  praise, 
 
 When  Zion's  high  celestial  King 
 
 His  saving  power  displays  ? 
 
 2  When  sinners  at  his  feet. 
 
 By  mercy  conauer'd,  fall ; 
 When  grace,  ana  truth,  and  justice 
 And  peace  unites  thera  all. 
 
 3  Who  can  forbear  to  praise 
 
 Our  high  celestial  King, 
 When  sovereign,  rich,  redeeming  gra« 
 Invites  our  tongues  to  sing  ? 
 
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 HYMN  XXX Vm.    L.  M. 
 
 Prayer  for  the  increase  of  the  church 
 EAR,  gracious  Sovereign,  from  thy  throim 
 And  send  thy  various  olessings  down  • 
 
FOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 
 
 While  by  thy  children  thou  art  sought, 
 Attend  the  prayer  thy  word  hath  taught 
 Come,  sacred  Spirit !  from  above, 
 And  fill  the  colaest  heart  with  love ; 
 Soften  to  flesh  the  flinty  stone, 
 And  let  thy  gracious  power  be  knovm. 
 O,  let  the  joyful  converts  wait 
 Numerous  around  thy  temple  gate! 
 Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be 
 A  living  sacrifice  to  Thee. 
 
 HYMN  XXXIX. 
 
 Zion*s  increase  prayed  for. 
 
 REVIVE  thy  churches.  Lord,  with  grao» 
 Forgive  our  sins  and  grant  us  peace; 
 Rouse  us  from  sloth,  our  hearts  inflame ; 
 Kindle  our  zeal  for  Jesus'  name. 
 \  May  young  and  old  thy  word  receive, 
 Dead  sinners  hear  thy  voice  and  Hve, 
 The  wounded  conscience  healing  find. 
 And  joy  refresh  each  drooping  mind. 
 
 HYMN  XL. 
 
 Feed  thy  sheep. 
 
 LET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 
 Come,  ancTbid  our  jarring  cease; 
 Come,  oh  come !  and  reign  for  ever, 
 God  of  love  and  Prince  of  peace ; 
 Visit  now  poor  bleeding  Zion, 
 
 Hear  thy  people  mourn  and  weep; 
 Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crjang. 
 Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep 
 I  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit, 
 
 We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth 
 Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  Spirit, 
 Which  shall  teach  us  all  the  truth 
 On  thy  gospel  word  we'll  venture. 
 Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleev 
 
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 Love  our  Lord,  and  Christ  our  Saviour 
 
 Oh !  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 
 8  Hear  the  Prince  of  our  salvation 
 
 Saying,    'Fear  not,  little  flock ; 
 I,  myself,  am  your  Foundation, 
 
 You  are  built  upon  this  Rock : 
 Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly, 
 
 Scale  the  mount,  although  it's  steep; 
 Look  to  me,  and  be  ye  holy ; 
 
 I  delight  to  feed  my  sheep.' 
 4  Christ  alone,  whose  merit  saves  us, 
 
 Taught  by  him,  we'll  own  his  name; 
 Sweetest  of  aU  names  is  Jesus ! 
 
 How  it  doth  our  souls  inflame ! 
 Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory. 
 
 Give  him  glory,  he-  will  keep. 
 He  will  clear  our  way  before  us, 
 
 The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 
 
 HYMN  XLL    8,  8,  6. 
 Probation. 
 
 IT   O !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
 -L/  'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  slana 
 
 Yet  how  insensible ; 
 A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space. 
 Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 
 Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 
 2  O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
 And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 
 
 Eternal  things  impress : 
 Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
 And  make  me,  ere  it  be  too  late, 
 Awake  to  righteousness. 
 8  Before  mo  place  in  dread  array. 
 The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 
 
 When  thou  with  clouds  shall  come, 
 To  judge  the  nauons  at  thy  bar ; 
 And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 
 To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 
 
tOR  SPECIAX.  OCCASIONS 
 
 Be  this  my  one  great  business  here 
 With  serious  industry  and  fear 
 
 To  make  my  calling  sure: 
 Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
 And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 
 
 And  to  the  end  endure. 
 
 HYMN  XLII.    L.  M. 
 
 The  burden  of  sm. 
 
 1  f^  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 
 v./  O  that  I  could  at  last  submit, 
 
 At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down  ! 
 To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 
 
 2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find: 
 
 Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
 Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
 And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heon 
 
 9  Break  off"  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin. 
 And  fully  set  my  spirit  free ; 
 I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within. 
 Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 
 
 4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 
 
 Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 
 The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  olood 
 The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 
 
 5  I  would :  but  thou  mus'.  give  the  power  - 
 
 My  heart  from  every  sm  release; 
 Dring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
 And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 
 
 i  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 
 Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay ; 
 Appear  in  my  poor  heart,  appear; 
 My  God,  my  Saviour    come  away  ' 
 
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 HYMN  XLITT. 
 
 [From  the  Chnsiian  Ljre.j 
 V^uice  of  Conscience 
 
 1  OINNER,  is  thy  heart  at  rest  ? 
 
 0  Is  thy  bosom  void  of  fear  ? 
 Art  thou  not  by  guilt  oppress'd? 
 
 Speaks  not  conscience  in  thine  eai  "^ 
 
 2  Can  this  world  afford  thee  bHss  ? 
 
 Can  it  chase  away  thy  gloom  ? 
 Flattering,  false,  and  vain  it  is; — 
 Tremble  at  the  worldling's  doom. 
 
 3  Long  the  gospel  thou  hast  spurn'd, 
 
 Long  delay'd  to  seek  thy  G<>d ; 
 Stifled  conscience,  nor  hast  turn'd, 
 VVoo'd  though,  by  a  Saviour's  blood, 
 
 4  Think,  0  sinner,  on  thy  end  ; 
 
 See  the  judgment  day  appear  ! 
 Thither  must  thy  spirit  wend ; 
 There  thy  righteous  sentence  hear 
 
 5  Wretched,  ruin'd,  helpless  soul, 
 
 To  a  Saviour's  blood  apply ; 
 He  alone  can  make  thee  whole ; 
 Flv  to  Jesus, — sinner,  fly  ! 
 
 HYMN  XLIV. 
 
 Light  and  Joy. 
 
 1  OOMETIMES  a  light  surprises 
 O  The  Christian  while  he  sings; 
 It  is  the  Lord  who  rises, 
 
 With  healing  on  his  wings: 
 When  comforts  are  declining. 
 
 He  grants  the  soul  again 
 A  season  of  clear  shilling, 
 
 To  cheer  it  after  rain. 
 9  In  holy  contemplation, 
 
 We  sweetly  then  pursue 
 The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 
 
 And  find  it  ever  new: 
 
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 Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 
 
 We  cheerfully  can  say, 
 Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 
 
 Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 
 
 3  It  can  brin^  with  it  nothing, 
 
 But  he  will  bear  us  through ; — 
 Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 
 
 Will  clothe  his  people  too : 
 Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 
 
 No  creature  but  is  fed ; 
 And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens, 
 
 Will  give  his  children  bread. 
 
 4  Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither, 
 
 Tkei/  wDnted  fruit  shall  bear. 
 Though  all  the  fields  should  wither, 
 
 Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there ; 
 Yet  God  the  same  abiding. 
 
 His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice ; 
 For  while  in  him  confiding, 
 
 I  cannot  but  rejoice. 
 
 HYMN  XLV. 
 
 MoxTGOMERT.]     The  Cross. 
 1  T^HE  cross,  the  cross,  0  that  's  mv  gain 
 
 J-    Because  on  that  the  lamb  was  slain  ; 
 
 *Twas  there  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
 
 'Twas  there  my  Saviour  for  me  died. 
 ?  The  stony  heart  dissolves  in  tears, 
 
 When  to  our  view  the  cross  appears  ; 
 
 Christ's  dying  love,  when  truly  felt 
 
 The  vilest,  hardest  heart  doth  melt. 
 3  Here  will  I  stay,  and  gaze  awhile 
 
 l.Tpon  the  Friend  of  sinners  vile; 
 
 Aba.cpd,  1  view  what  T  have  done 
 
 To  God's  eterna'.,  gracious  Son. 
 i  Here  I  behold,  a§  in  a  glass, 
 
 God's  glory  with  unveiled  face  ; 
 
 And  by  beholding,  I  shall  be 
 
 Ma/le  like  to  him  who  loved  in» 
 
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 HYMN  XLVL 
 
 Faith  conquering. 
 
 1  'T^HE  moment  a  sinner  believes, 
 
 A    And  trusts  in  his  crucilied  God, 
 His  pardon  at  once  he  receives, — 
 
 Reaemption  in  lull  through  his  blood  •. 
 Though  thousands  and  thousands  of  foea 
 
 Against  him  in  malice  unite, 
 Their  rage  he  through  Christ  can  oppose 
 
 Led  forth  by  the  Spirit  to  fight. 
 
 2  The  faith,  that  unites  to  the  Lamb, 
 
 And  brings  such  salvation  as  this. 
 Is  more  than  mere  notion  or  name ; 
 
 The  work  of  God's  Spirit  it  is ; 
 A  principle,  active  and  young. 
 
 That  hves  under  pressure  and  load , 
 That  makes  out  of  weakness  more  strong, 
 
 And  draws  the  soul  upward  to  God. 
 
 3  It  treads  on  the  world  and  on  hell ; 
 
 It  vanquishes  death  and  despair; 
 And  oh  !  let  us  wonder  to  tell, 
 
 It  overcomes  heaven  by  prayer; 
 Permits  a  vile  worm  of  the  dust. 
 
 With  God  to  commune  as  a  friend  ; 
 To  hope  his  for^veness  as  just, 
 
 And  look  for  nis  love  to  the  end. 
 
 4  It  says  to  the  mountains,  '  Depart,' 
 
 That  stand  betwixt  God  and  the  soul; 
 It  binds  up  the  broken  in  heart, 
 
 And  makes  wounded  consciences  whoie, 
 Bids  sins  of  a  crimsom-hke  dye 
 
 Be  spotless  as  snow,  and  as  white ; 
 And  raises  the  sinner  on  high. 
 
 To  dwell  wiih  the  angels  of  light. 
 
 HYMN  XLni. 
 
 Social   Worship. 
 
 HOW  hvelv  the  place  where  the  Saviour  ap 
 poars 
 
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 To  those  who  beUeve  in  his  word ; 
 His  presence  disperses  my  sorrows  and  fears, 
 And  bids  nie  rejoice  in  my  Lord. 
 
 A  day  in  his  courts,  than  a  thousand  beside, 
 
 Is  better  and  loveher  far — 
 ivly  soul  hates  the  tents  where  the  wicked  reside 
 
 And  all  their  delights  I  abhor. 
 
 Lord  !  give  me  a  place  with  the  humblest  of  sainie 
 
 For  To\>  at  thy  feet  I  would  he ; 
 I  know  that  thou  hearest  my  tieeble  complaints 
 
 Thou  hearest  the  young  raven's  cry. 
 
 Give  strength  to  the  souls  that  now  wait  upon  thee 
 
 O  !  come,  in  thy  chariot  of  love  ; 
 From  earth's  vain  enchantments,  O  !  help  us  to  flee, 
 
 And  to  set  our  afi'ections  above 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS  SUBJECTS. 
 
 HYMN  XLVIIL 
 Watts.]     Entire  consecration. 
 OW  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 
 As  my  eternal  God, 
 V\  ho  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up 
 And  spreads  the  heavens  abroad  •' 
 
 'H 
 
 2  How  can  I  die  while  Jesus  lives. 
 Who  rose  and  left  the  dead  ? 
 Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 
 From  thine  exahed  head. 
 
 z  All  that  I  am,   and  all  I  have. 
 Shall  be  forever  thine; 
 Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give 
 My  cheerful  hands  resign. 
 
 4  Yet,  if  I  might  make  some  reserve 
 And  duty  did  not  call, 
 I  love  my  God  with  zeal  so  great 
 That  I  should  f?ive  him  all. 
 
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 HYMN  XLIX. 
 
 Ml/  liopt. 
 
 I  "jl/TY  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou, 
 IVJ.  To  thee,  my  soul  I  humbly  bow 
 I  feel  the  bUss  thy  wounds  impart, 
 I  find  thee,  Saviour,  in  my  heart. 
 
 I  Be  thou  my  strength,  be  thou  my  way 
 Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day 
 In  all  my  acts  by  wisdom  guide, 
 And  keep  me,  Saviour,  near  thy  side. 
 
 3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me ! 
 As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be: 
 And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart. 
 Then  clasp  me,  Saviour,  to  thy  heart 
 
 4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour, 
 Save  me  from  sin  and  satan's  power  ; 
 Tear  every  idol  from  thy  throne. 
 And  reign,  my  Saviour,  reign  alone. 
 
 5  My  suffering  time  shall  soon  be  o'er. 
 Then  shall  I  sigh  and  weep  no  more  • 
 My  ransom'd  eoul  shall  soar  away, 
 To  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day. 
 
 HYMN  L. 
 
 Universal  Praise. 
 
 1  "pRAISE  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 
 X    Bounteous  source  of  all  our  joy, 
 He  whose  hand  upholds  all  nature, 
 
 He  whose  nod  can  all  destroy. 
 Saints,  with  pious  zeal  attending. 
 
 Now  the  grateful  tribute  raise ; 
 Solemn  songs  to  heaven  ascending, 
 
 Join  the  universal  praise. 
 9  Round  his  awful  footstool  kweeling 
 
 Lowly  beiid  with  contrite  souls; 
 Here,  his  milder  grace  revealing, 
 
 Here,  his  wrath  no  thunder  rolls; 
 
FOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS.  3;, 
 
 L.I,  the  eternal  page  before  us, 
 
 Bears  the  covenant  of  his  love ; 
 Full  of  mercy  to  restore  us, 
 
 Mercy  beaming  from  above. 
 B  Every  secret  fault  confessing, 
 
 Deeds  unrighteous,  thouglits  of  sin; 
 Seize,  O  seize  the  profTer'd  blessing. 
 
 Grace  from  God,  and  peace  within: 
 Heart  and  voice  with  rapture  swelling, 
 
 Still  the  song  of  glory  raise  ; 
 On  the  theme  immortal  dweihng, 
 
 Join  the  universal  praise. 
 
 HYMN  LI. 
 Child's  hymn. 
 I  T) RIGHT  little  star!  on  evening's  brcaat, 
 JD  How  beams  thy  golden  light? 
 How  fast  thou'rt  sinking  in  the  west 
 Sweet  little  star,  good  night  I 
 
 3  And  I,  when  I  have  bent  my  knee 
 
 And  said  my  evening  prayer 
 To  him  who  made  both  thee  and  me. 
 
 Shall  to  my  rest  repair. 
 S  And  thinking  on  that  brighter  star 
 
 Which  once  o'er  Bethlehem  rose. 
 And  eastern  sages  led  from  far, 
 
 I'll  sink  to  sweet  repose. 
 
 4  And  oh !  when  I  at  last  shall  lie 
 
 In  death's  cold  slumber  down, 
 May  then  my  spirit  shine  on  high. 
 *   «tar  in  Jesus'  crown ! 
 
 HYMN  LII 
 
 Farewell. 
 
 f;^  ARE  WELL,  dear  friends  I  must  be  gcm^ 
 I  have  no  hoir.e  or  stay  with  you; 
 I'll  take  my  staff  ai.d  travel  on, 
 Till  I  a  better  world  do  view. 
 
34  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNd 
 
 I'll  march  to  Canaan's  land, 
 I'll  land  on  Canaan's  shore, 
 
 Where  pleasures  never  end, 
 Where  troubles  come  no  more. 
 Farewell,' farewell,  farewell. 
 My  loving  friends,  farewell. 
 
 2  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 
 
 Nor  waits  for  mortals'  care  or  bliss; 
 I  leave  you  here,  and  travel  on, 
 Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 
 
 I'll  march,  &c.  • 
 
 3  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
 
 To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love; 
 Yet  we  beUeve  his  gracious  word, 
 That  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above. 
 I'll  march,  &c. 
 
 4  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
 
 You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heareft 
 You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross, 
 Fight  on,  the  crown  snail  soon  be  given. 
 I'll  march,  &,c. 
 Fight  on,  (fcc. 
 i  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners,  too. 
 
 It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here; 
 Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you  ; 
 0  turn,  and  find  salvation  near. 
 I'll  march,  &c. 
 O  turn,  &c. 
 
 HYMN  LIIL 
 Heber.]     7's.  9's.     Acts  xvi.  9. 
 
 FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountair.«, 
 From  India's  coral  strand. 
 Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
 Roll  down  their  golden  sand; 
 From  many  an  ancient  river, 
 From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
 They  call  us  to  deliver 
 The  land  from  error's  chain. 
 
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 i  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
 
 Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle— 
 Thouprh  every  prospect  pleases, 
 
 And  only  man  is  vile  ? — 
 In  vain,  with  lavish  kindness, 
 
 The  gifts  of  God  are  strown ; 
 The  heathen  in  his  blindness 
 
 Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 
 3  Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 
 
 Bv  wisdom  from  on  high — 
 Shall  we  to  man  benighted 
 
 The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? — 
 Salvation  !  oh,  salvation  ! 
 
 The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
 Till  earth's  remotest  nation 
 
 Has  learnt  Messiah's  name. 
 <  Waft — waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 
 
 And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
 Till  like  a  sea  of  glory, 
 
 It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole; 
 Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 
 
 The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
 Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 
 
 Returns  in  bliss  to  reign. 
 
 HYMN  LIV. 
 
 Missionary. 
 
 Composed  by  W.  B.  Tappan,  and  sung  on  the  wharf,  in 
 New  Haven,  at  the  embarkation  of  the  mieslooariefl  |fol 
 
 w 
 
 the  Sandwich  Islands,  in  1322. 
 
 JAKE,  Isles  of  the  South  ! 
 Your  redemption  is  near, 
 No  longer  repose 
 In  the  borders  of  gloom  ; 
 The  strength  of  his  chosen 
 In  love  will  appear, 
 And  light  shall  arise 
 On  the~  verge  of  the  tomb. 
 2  The  billows  that  girt  ye. 
 
ft6  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS 
 
 The  wild  waves  that  roar, 
 The  zephyrs  that  play 
 Where  the  ocean  storms  cease, 
 Shall  bear  the  rich  freight 
 To  your  desolate  shore, 
 Shall  waft  the  glad  tidings 
 Of  pardon  and  peace. 
 
 3  On  the  islands  that  sit 
 In  the  regions  of  night, 
 The  lands  of  despair, 
 To  oblivion  a  prey, 
 The  morning  will  open 
 With  healing  and  liwht ; 
 
 The  young  Star  of  Bethlehem 
 Will  ripen  to  day. 
 
 4  The  altar  and  idol, 
 In  dust  overthrown, 
 The  incense  forbade 
 
 That  was  hallowed  with  blood, 
 The  Priest  of  Melchizedec, 
 There  shall  atone, 
 And  the  shrines  of  Atooi 
 Be  sacred  to  God. 
 
 5  The  heathen  will  hasten 
 To  welcome  the  time, 
 The  day-spring,  the  prophet 
 In  vision  once  saw, 
 
 When  the  beams  of  Messiah 
 Will  'lumine  each  cUme, 
 And  the  isles  of  the  ocean 
 Shall  wait  for  his  law. 
 
 HYMN  LV. 
 
 Christ's  reign. 
 
 WHEN  shall  the  voice  of  singinj 
 Flow  joyfully  along. 
 When  hill  and  valley  ringing 
 Whh  one  tritimnhant  son^. 
 
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 Prclnim  the  contest  ended. 
 
 And  him  who  once  was  slain. 
 Again  to  eaiiii  descended, 
 
 In  righteousness  to  reign. 
 
 HYMN  LVl. 
 Bo  WRING.]     Millemual  dawn. 
 
 WATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  nigh 
 What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
 Traveller!  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 
 
 See  that  glory-beaming  star! 
 Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 
 
 Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ' 
 Traveller !  yes ;  it  brings  the  day 
 
 Promised  day  of  Israel. 
 Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night 
 
 Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
 Traveller !  blessedness  and  light, 
 
 Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends 
 Watchman !  will  its  beams  alone 
 
 Gild  the  spot  that  gave  ihem  birth  T 
 Traveller  I  ages  are  its  own. 
 
 See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 
 Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
 
 For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
 I'raveller  I  darkness  takes  its  flight, 
 
 Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
 Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease  j 
 
 Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
 Traveller'  lol  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
 
 Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come ! 
 
 HYMN  LVn. 
 
 *<^iicing  in  the  progress  of  Chrutfs  Ithigdom. 
 
 ]  TTES,  we  trust  the  day  is  breakhig, 
 -iL     Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand; 
 God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking. 
 By  bis  ivord  in  every  laiKJ  . 
 31 
 
38  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS 
 
 When  he  chooses, 
 Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 
 2  Let  us  hail  the  joyful  season  ; 
 
 Let  us  hail  the  rising  ray ; 
 When  the  Lord  appears,  %vith  reason 
 
 We  expect  a  glorious  day : 
 At  his  presence 
 Gloom  and  darkness  fly  away. 
 
 HYMN  LVin.     A  Blessing  sought. 
 
 O  GRACIOUS  Saviour,  deign 
 To  smile  upon  thy  word ; 
 Let  sinners  now  obtain 
 Salvation  from  the  Lord, 
 Nor  let  his  growing  conquests  stay, 
 Till  earth  exult  to  own  its  sway. 
 
 HYMN  LIX. 
 Prayer  for  the  spread  of  the  Gospel. 
 
 RISE,  triumphant  Saviour,  rise  ! 
 Now  display  thy  boundless  powei 
 Bid  the  earth,  and  seas,  and  skies, 
 Thy  all-glorious  name  adore. 
 
 Now  thine  ancient  word  fulfil. 
 Through  the  earth  extend  thy  sway  ; 
 Let  the  nations  know,  thy  will, 
 Let  them  all  thy  Son  obey. 
 O  !  that  heathen  lands  may  know 
 Thee,  their  Saviour,  God,  and  Friend ; 
 All  to  Thee  for  succour  flow, 
 All  on  Thee  for  help  depend. 
 
 HYMN   LX.     Missionary  Collection. 
 
 BE  thy  kingdom.  Lord,  promoted; 
 Let  the  earth  her  Monarch  know; 
 Be  my  all  to  thee  devoted  ; 
 To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 
 
FOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS.  39 
 
 2  With  my  substance  will  I  honour 
 My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord : 
 
 ^Vere  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor. 
 A'l  were  nothing  to  his  word. 
 
 3  While  the  heralds  of  salvation 
 His  abounding  grace  proclaim, 
 Let  his  friends  of  every  nation 
 oladly  join  to  spread  his  fame. 
 
 SUNDAY  SCHOOLS. 
 
 HYMN  LXL 
 Sabbath  School  anniversary. 
 
 AID,  O  Lord,  our  youthful  voices, 
 In  a  song  of  joyful  praise ; 
 Th'  ransom" d  soul  in  heaven  rejoices, 
 Saved  from  sin  by  thy  rich  grace. 
 
 2  Thou  from  error's  ways  hast  brought  ua, 
 
 To  the  light  that  shines  from  heaven, 
 Wandering  far,  the  Saviour  sought  us, 
 And  has  kind  instruction  given. 
 
 3  Friends  and  teachers  are  around  us, 
 
 Kindly  urging  thy  commands; 
 Many  blessings  now  attend  us, 
 Freely  given  from  thy  hands. 
 i  Lord,  accept  our  feeble  offerings. 
 For  these  mercies  freely  given; 
 rhy  rich  grace  to  us  continue ; 
 Bring  us  safely  home  to  heaven. 
 
 HYMN  LXIL 
 
 The  importance   of  educating  y&uth. 
 Congregation. 
 '    1\T  OW  lot  our  hearts  conspire  to  raise 
 1%    A  cheerful  anthem  to  His  praise, 
 
 Who  reigns  enthronM  above : 
 Let  music,  sweet  as  incense,  rise 
 
40  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS 
 
 With  grateful  odours  to  the  skies. 
 The  work  of  joy  and  love. 
 Children. 
 
 2  Teach  us  to  bow  before  thy  face ; 
 Nor  let  our  hearts  forget  thy  grace, 
 
 Or  slight  thy  providence ; 
 When  lost  in  ignorance  we  lay, 
 To  vice  and  death  an  easy  prey, 
 
 Thy  goodness  snatch' d  us  thence. 
 
 CONGKEGATION. 
 
 3  We  feel  a  sympathizing  heart ; 
 Lord,  'tis  a  pleasure  to  impart 
 
 To  thee  thine  own  we  give : 
 Hear  thou  our  cry,  and  pitying  see, 
 O  let  these  children  live  to  thee, 
 
 O  let  these  children  live. 
 Children. 
 
 4  Grant,  Lord,  each  liberal  soul  may  pro»8 
 The  joys  of  thine  exhaustless  love ; 
 
 And  while  thy  praise  we  sing. 
 May  we  the  sacred  Scriptures  know, 
 And  like  the  blessed  Jesus  grow, 
 
 That  earth  and  heaven  may  ring. 
 
 HYMN  LXni. 
 
 Prayer  for  the  minisfers  of  Christ. 
 
 1  /'^^HIEF  Shepherd  of  ihy  chosen  sheep 
 V-v   From  death  and  sorrow  free, 
 
 May  all  thine  under-shepherds  keep 
 Their  eyes  intent  on  Thee  ! 
 
 2  With  plenteous  grace  their  hearts  prepar 
 
 To  execute  thy  will , 
 Give  them  compassion,  love,  and  care, 
 
 And  fauhfulness,  and  skill, 
 t  Inflame  their  minds  with  holy  zeal. 
 
 Their  flocks  to  feed  and  teach; 
 And,  gracious  Lord    O  let  them  Tcel 
 
 The  sacred  truths  they  preach. 
 
FOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS.  4) 
 
 BAPTISM. 
 
 Mrs.  Sigourney.]     HYMN  LXIV. 
 The  example  of  Christ. 
 
 1  OAVIOUR,  thy  law  we  love, 
 O  Thy  pure  example  bless, 
 
 And  with  a  firm,  unwavering  zeal 
 Would  in  thy  footsteps  press. 
 
 2  Not  to  the  fiery  pains 
 
 By  which  the  martyrs  bled, 
 Not  to  the  scourge,  the  thorn,  the  crosa, 
 Our  favour' d  lieet  are  led. 
 
 3  But  at  this  peaceful  tide, 
 Assembled  in  thy  fear, 
 
 The  homage  of  obedient  hearts 
 We  humbly  offer  here. 
 
 S.  F.  Smith.]     HYMN  LXV. 
 Joy  in  obedience. 
 
 \    TESUS,  thou  hast  freely  saved  us; 
 J    Cleansed  us  in  thy  precious  blood; 
 And  the  sins  that  once  enslaved  us, 
 Thou  hast  by  thy  might  subdued  ; 
 From  our  rovings 
 
 Thou* hast  brought  us  home  to  God. 
 I  Saviour,  thy  commands  fulfilling, 
 Yielding  all  that  once  we  prized, 
 Lo  I  we  come,  with  joyful  feeling. 
 
 Like  our  Lord  to  be  baptized ; 
 Round  our  Jordan 
 Let  ihy  grace  be  exercised. 
 3  Sacred  Spirit,  breathing  o'er  us, 
 
 Thy  sweet  influence  may  we  know ; 
 Open  paths  of  light  before  us, 
 
 And  thy  peace  on  us  bestow 
 By  thee  guided, 
 Up  to  glory  may  we  go. 
 
42  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS 
 
 A.  JuDSON.l     HYMN  LXVI. 
 ChrisVs  exmnple. 
 
 1  i'~\UR  Saviour  bow'd  beneath  the  wave, 
 ^'  And  m£ekly  sought  a  waiery  grave. 
 Come  see  the  sacred  path  he  trod, 
 
 A  path  well  pleasing  to  our  God. 
 
 2  His  voice  we  hear,  his  footsteps  trace, 
 And  hither  come  to  seek  hi?  lace. 
 
 To  du  his  will,  to  feel  his  love, 
 And  join  our  songs  with  songs  above. 
 
 3  Hosanna  to  the  Lamb  divine  ! 
 
 Let  endless  glories  round  hiin  shine  . 
 High  o'er  the  heavens  for  ever  reign, 
 O  Lamb  of  God  I  for  sinners  sladn  ! 
 
 HYMN  LXVn. 
 
 Christian  jtrofession. 
 
 1  /GRACIOUS  Saviour,  we  adore  th«r 
 yj  Purchased  by  thy  precious  blood, 
 We  present  ourselves  before  thee, 
 
 Now  to  walk  the«narrow  road. 
 Saviour,  guide  us, 
 Guide  us  to  our  heavenly  home. 
 
 2  Thou  didst  mark  our  path  of  duty ; 
 
 Thou  wast  laid  beneatl)  tlie  wave  ; 
 Thou  didst  rise  in  glorious  beauty 
 
 From  the  semblance  of  tiie  grave  ; 
 .^^lay  we  follow 
 In  the  same  deHghtful  way. 
 
 S.  F.  Smith.    HYMN  LXVIIL 
 The  baptism  of  Christ. 
 
 1   "PvOWN  to  the  sacreQ  wave 
 U  The  Lord  of  life  was  led 
 
 And  He,  who  came  our  souls  to  sa*o, 
 In  Jordan  bow'd  his  head. 
 
FOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS.  48 
 
 2  He  taught  the  solemn  way, 
 
 He  fix'd  the  holy  rile  ; 
 He  bade  Ids  ransom'd  ones  obey, 
 
 And  keep  the  path  of  light. 
 
 HYMN  LXIX. 
 An  address  to  the  Holy  Spirit 
 
 1  "pkESCEND,  celestial  Dove, 
 
 jLJ  And  make  thy  presence  kiiowh 
 
 Reveal  our  Saviour's  love, 
 
 And  seal  us  for  thine  own  ! 
 Unblest  by  thee,  our  works  are  vain; 
 Nor  can  we  e'er  acceptance  gain. 
 
 2  When  our  incarnate  God, 
 The  sovereign  Prince  of  light, 
 In  Jordan's  swelling  flood 
 Received  the  holy  rite, 
 
 In  open  view  thy  form  came  d'^wn, 
 And.  dove-like,  flew  the  King  to  cro^- 
 
 3  Continue  still  to  shine, 
 And  fill  us  with  thy  fixe: 
 This  ordinance  is  thine, 
 Do  thou  our  souls  inspire  ! 
 
 Thou  wilt  attend  oi»  iU  *hy  sons, 
 
 '  Till  time  shall  end  '  x'ty  promise  ruiM. 
 
 HYTVin  LXX. 
 
 The  Vfinstian  Hope. 
 
 By  Amos  *So»ro»,  Missionary  to  Orissa. 
 
 Am-  *Auld  Lang  Syne.^ 
 
 I  TTAIL,  s»-veetest,  dearest  tie  that  b»  •■» 
 Jn   Ov-  'vftrwiiig  hearts  in  one — 
 Hail    >9y  A  Yijpo,  that  tunes  our  Uk-tt>- 
 T?   i*.iniony  divine. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 ''t    B  the  hope    the  blissful  hopv 
 */^ach  Jesus'  grace  has  given. 
 
44  MISCELLANEOUS  HyM.N> 
 
 The  h  )pe  when  days  and  years  aro  past. 
 We  a.l  shall  meet  in  heaven ; — 
 We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last, 
 We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven ; — 
 The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past. 
 We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 
 
 2  Whni  though  the  north*,  n  wintry  blast 
 May  howl  around  thy  cot, 
 Whai  though  beneath  a  southern  sun 
 Be  cast  thy  distant  lot; 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Yet  still  we  share  the  blissful  hope,  (fee. 
 
 8  From  Burmah's  shore — from  Afric's  strand- 
 From  India's  burning  plain — 
 From   Europe — from  Columbia's  land — 
 We  hope  to  meet  again. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 O  glorious  hope,  the  blisstul  hope,  &c. 
 
 4  No  Hngering  look,  no  parting  sigh, 
 0\iT  future  meeting  knows, 
 Then  friendship  beams  from  every  eye. 
 And  hope  immortal  grows. 
 
 m  CHORUS. 
 
 O  glorious  hope,  the  blissful  hope,  &c. 
 
 HYMN  LXXl. 
 
 '  A//  in  welV 
 
 The  late  Bishop  M'Kendree,  while  dying,  frequently  and 
 joyf'j'.ly  exclaimed, '  All  \»  well.'  The  following  hyma 
 waa  comp  'sed  in  reference  to  the  occasion.  The  an 
 thor's  tiJiiW)  is   unknown   to  the  compiler. — J.   M.    P. 
 
 1  "ITTHAT,  what   is   this  that   steals   upon   my 
 VV        frame  ' — 
 
 Is  it  death  ?  is  it  death  ? — 
 Which  soon  will  quench,  will  quench  '.his  vital 
 flame  ? — 
 Is  it  death  ?  is  it  death  ? 
 
fOR  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS.  46 
 
 ll  this  be  death.  1  soon  shall  bo 
 f    Dili  eve  7  pain  and  sorrow  free, 
 I    hall  the  King  of  clory  see — 
 All  is  well  !  alPis  well 
 
 VVe-p  not,   my   friends,  my  friends,  weep  ikM 
 for  me — 
 All  is  well!  all  is  well  I — 
 My  sins  are  pardoned,  pardoned ;  1  am  free^ 
 All  is  well  I  all  is  well  I — 
 T  here's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise 
 n  )  hide  my  Jesus  from  my  eyes ; 
 1   3nt)n  shall  mount  the  upper  skies  ! — 
 All  is  well !  all  is  well ! 
 
 Tuj  e,  tune  your  harps,  your  harps,  ye   Batnta 
 in  glory — 
 All  is  well!  all  is  well! 
 I  will  rehearse,  rehearse  the  pleasing  story- 
 All  is  well !  all  is  well! 
 Bright  angels  are  from  glory  come. 
 They're  round  my  bed,  they're  in  my  room, 
 They  wait  to  watt  my  spirit  home — 
 All  is  well !  all  is  well  ! 
 
 Hark !  hark  !  my  Lord  and  Master  calls  me — 
 
 All  is  well !  all  is  well ! — 
 I  soon  shall  see,  shall  see  his  face  in  glory — 
 All  is  well !  all  is  well  I — 
 farewell,  my  friends,  adieu,  adieu, 
 
 1  can  no  longer  stay  with  you; 
 My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view — 
 All  is  well !  all  is  well ! 
 
 Hail,  hail,   all    hail,   all   hail,  ye   blood- wash'd 
 throng — 
 Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace ; — 
 I  co-ae  to  join,  to  join  your  rapturous  song — 
 Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace; — 
 A>',  all  is  peace  and  joy  divn.e, 
 A    I  heiven  and  glory  now  are  mine  ; 
 O    <alle  uiah  to  the  Lamb! — 
 All  is  well !  all  is  well ! 
 t2 
 
INDEX. 
 
 &.DA.M,  our  father  and  our  head, 21 
 
 Afflictions,  though  tliey  seem  severe, -  235 
 
 k  form  of  words,  though  e'er  so  sound,- —    66 
 
 A.  fountain  of  life  and  grace, 141 
 
 Ah,  lovely  appearance  of  death, --  23d 
 
 All  hail  the  pow'rs  of  Jesus'  name, 305? 
 
 Almighty  Maker,  God, - 8« 
 
 Alas:  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? ---     30 
 
 Almighty  love  inspire, - 2iO 
 
 All  hail  thou  great  Immanuel, 326 
 
 All  ye  that  pass  by, 417 
 
 An  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 263 
 
 Amazing  grace!   (how  sweet  the  sound',) 90 
 
 Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  crossl -- 24i 
 
 And  can  it  be  that  I  should  gain, 318 
 
 And  wilt  thou  vet  be  found"? 375 
 
 And  will  the  oftended  God  again, 3!)7 
 
 And  am  I  born  to  diel- 153 
 
 And  did  the  holy  and  the  just, 135 
 
 And  is  thv  lovely  shadow  fledl 242 
 
 And  let  tliis  feeble  body  fail, — 242 
 
 And  must  1  part  with  all  I  have? —     98 
 
 And  must  this  body  die? 193 
 
 And  will  the  Judge  descend? 227 
 
 Angels  roll  the  rock  away, - 37 
 
 Arise,  my  soul,  arise, 245 
 
 Arise,  my  tendcrest  thoughts,  arise, 22 
 
 As  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 244 
 
 Assist  thy  servant.  Lord, - 88 
 
 Aslonish'1  and  distress'd, Ill 
 
 Av/ay  with  our  fears, 329 
 
 4.wake,  awake  the  sacred - 26 
 
 Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, -- 245 
 
 awake,  my  heart — arise,  my  tongue, — 6" 
 
 Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun, 6 
 
 Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, >n2 
 
 <kwake,  iBjr  soul,  to  meet  the  day, — - -      8 
 
 47 
 
18  INDEX. 
 
 Iwake,  ye  sleeping  gouls,  awake, — 22i 
 
 Away,  my  doubts — begone,  my  fears, 246 
 
 A.way,  my  unbelieving  fear, - 247 
 
 Backsliders,  who  your  miseries  feel, —  248 
 
 Backsliding  souls,  return  to  God.--- 161 
 
 Before  Jeliovaii's  awful  throne, ---  218 
 
 Begone,  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is 249 
 
 Behold  the  love,  the'  gra.e  of  God, 250 
 
 Behold  the  sin-atoning  Iamb, — 251 
 
 Behold,  with  awful  pon:,), 224 
 
 Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, J(M 
 
 Believers  own  they  arc  but  blind, 71 
 
 Beside  the  gospel  pool,- - 150 
 
 Blest  morning,  whose  young  dawning, 36 
 
 Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear, 66 
 
 Blest  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 16 
 
 Blest  be  the  lie  that  binds, 181 
 
 Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, —  -  252 
 
 Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here, -  255 
 
 Brisiht  scenes  of  glory  strike  ir.y  sense, 256 
 
 Brnad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 181 
 
 Buriod  in  shadows  of  the  night, 70 
 
 Bur^t.  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring, 257 
 
 By  the  poor  widow's  oil  and  meal, 159 
 
 Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 258 
 
 Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 34 
 
 Come,  all  harmonious  tongues,- - --     92 
 
 Come,  ail  ye  mourning  souls, 265 
 
 Conie,  all  ye  people,  of  every  nation, 263 
 
 Come,  all  ye  saints  and  sinners, 258 
 
 Come,  all  ye  wfeary  pilgrims, 260 
 
 Come,  all  ye  weary  travellers, —  •--  195 
 
 Come,  all  you  who  ever  have  mercy, —  262 
 
 Come  and  taste  along  with  me, 266 
 
 Come  away  to  the  skies, 195  &  267 
 
 Come,  brethren  and  sisters,  that  '.ove  my —  268 
 
 Come,  brethren  and  sisters,  that  love  one --  269 
 
 Cofnc,  children  of  heaven,  and  help  us 271 
 
 l^me,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless, —     68 
 
 r«nie,  dearn^st  Lord,  descend, 90 
 
 Dime,  every  pious  heart, 407 
 
 Come,  let  us  anew, - —  372 
 
 Come,  let  us  ascend, •-  325 
 
 Corue  on,  jny  partners  in  distress. 283 
 
 Come,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell, 286 
 
 Come,  lell  us  your  troubles. 117 
 
 Coi»e,  thou  fount  of  every  blessirg, 190 
 
 CoiTie,  inne,  ye  saints,  your — - — ■ —     10 
 
INDEX.  4J 
 
 Cjue.  we  that  .o»e  the  Lord, --  194 
 
 Come,  ye  Christians,  sin>»  the  praises,  -• 287 
 
 Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 288 
 
 Come,  ye  that  fear  the  Lord, —  109 
 
 Come,  ye  that  itnow  and  fear  the  Lord, Ii54 
 
 Come,  ye  that  know  the  Lord  indeed,  --- --•  290 
 
 Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert, 291 
 
 Dearest  Saviour,  help  tliy  servant, 85 
 
 Deceived  by  subtle  snares  of  hell, 28 
 
 Dear  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat, 370 
 
 Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record, 30 
 
 Deserters,  to  the  camp  return, - 161 
 
 Did  Christ,  o'er  sinners  vveepi  -- -    84 
 
 Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing.  Lord, 91 
 
 Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord? 152 
 
 Dost  thou  my  profit  seekl --  1H4 
 
 Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word? 125 
 
 Down  by  the  water-side  we  meet, 127 
 
 Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 11 
 
 Drooping  souls,  no  longer  grieve, 296 
 
 Early,  my  God,  without  delay, 202 
 
 Earth  has  engross'd  my  love, 297 
 
 Encompass'd  with  clouds  of  distress.  --- 298 
 
 Encouraged  by  thy  word, 20C 
 
 Enlisted  in  the  cause  of  sin, 201 
 
 Eternal  God,  Almighty  Cause, 13 
 
 Eternal  God,  now  smile  on  those.  -    76 
 
 Eternal  power,  whose  irigh  ahod-e 18 
 
 Eternity  is  just  at  hand,- 166 
 
 Farewell,  farewell,  farewell,  my  friends,    --  216 
 
 Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, ---     304 
 
 Farewell,  va'in  world,  J'm  going  home, 305 
 
 Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss, -  — 409 
 
 Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone, 80 
 
 From  all  that's  mortal, 306 
 
 From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise. 167 
 
 From  the  regions  of  love.  To'  an  angel 307 
 
 Prom  whence  doth  this  union  arise? --  - — ---  198 
 
 From  every  stormy  wind  that  biows, • 366 
 
 Gaze 'on,  spectators,  and  behold, - 125 
 
 Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears,- 443 
 
 Gird  thy  loins  up.  Christian  soldier, 207 
 
 Gird  thy  sword.  O  mighty  Saviour. 351 
 
 Glorious  things  of  thee  are  apoken, -•  308 
 
 Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  t*»li"  night, •• 11 
 
 God  of  my  ealvatioa,  be**,— 318 
 
dO  INDEX. 
 
 God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice, 8 
 
 God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 179 
 
 Go,  missionaries,  and  proclaim, ---  63 
 
 Go,  teach  the  nation?,  and  baptize, 12S 
 
 Grace!  'tis  a  charming  sound, —  67 
 
 GraciDus  Lord,  incline  tiiine  ear, Sll 
 
 Great   God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 19 
 
 Great  God  of  wonders,  all  thy  ways, 53 
 
 Great  God,  we  in  thy  courts  appear, --  139 
 
 Guide  m«,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 970 
 
 Hail,  Father,  hail!  eternal  Son, —  96 
 
 Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus, —  56 
 
 Hail  sovereign  love,  that  first  began, Sll 
 
 Hail  the  blest  morn,  when  the  great  Mediator, 312 
 
 Hail  the  day  that  saw  him  rise, 199 
 
 Hail  tliou  happy  morn  so  glorious, 292 
 
 Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, -  114 
 
 Hapi»y  soul,  thy  days  are  ended, 227 
 
 Ha|)py  the  maii  of  "heavenly  birth, 387 
 
 HarU":  from  the  tombs  a  do'leful  sound, 219 
 
 Hark:  how  tlie  gospel  trumpet  sounds, 310 
 
 Hark:  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, - 319 
 
 Hark:  the  sospel  trumpet's  sounding, 32(i 
 
 Hark!  the  herald  angels  sing, 25 
 
 Hark:  the  jubilee  is  sounding, 321 
 
 Hark:  the  melodious,  heavenly - 27 
 
 Hark:  hear  the  sound, -" 237 
 
 Hark:  the  notes  of  angels  singing, 282 
 
 Hark — hark — the  notes  of  joy," 293 
 
 Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent, -    31 
 
 He  comes,  he  comes,  the  .Judge  severe. 322 
 
 He  comes,  he  comes,  to  judge  the  world, 231 
 
 He  dies:  the  friend  of  sinners  dies, -  323 
 
 Fie  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives, 41 
 
 Here,  at  thy  cross,  my  dying  God, 157 
 
 Here,  at  thy  table,  Lord, "we  meet. 132 
 
 High  on  a  throne  my  Lord  doth  sit. 69 
 
 iloly  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness, 258 
 
 How  charming  is  the  place, - 116 
 
 How  condescending,  and  how  kind. —  131 
 
 How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 213 
 
 How  firm,  how  blissful  is  the  place, 115 
 
 How  glorious  is  our  heavenly  King, • 327 
 
 How  happy  are  they. - 327 
 
 How  ha[)pv  is  the  Christian's  state,--- 107 
 
 How  happy 's  every  child  of  grace, -  339 
 
 How  lost  'vas  my  condition,    334 
 
 How  ofi  Have  sin  and  Satan  strove, 87 
 
 How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, - IM 
 
INDEX.  M 
 
 flow  precious  is  the  book  divine. 334 
 
 tlow  sati  and  awful  is  my  state, 112 
 
 How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 343 
 
 How  s^vcet  to  reflect  on  those  joys, 317 
 
 How  i)lfasant  'tis  to  see, --  '.'.70 
 
 How  pleased  and  hlest  was  I,— 348 
 
 How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, --  143 
 
 How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds, 46 
 
 How  tedious  and  ''steless  the  hours,— 335 
 
 flow  vain  are  the  ,jieaBures  of  time,- 336 
 
 I'ow  various,  and  how  new, 338 
 
 How  wond'rous  great,  how  glorious,--- 15 
 
 Ikumbln  souls,  who  seek  salvation,--- 121 
 
 fhingry,  and  faint,  and  poor, — 88 
 
 1  askd  the  Lord,  that  I  might  grow, 100 
 
 I  hair  the  tempter  and  his  charms,- 23 
 
 f  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 339 
 
 111  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath, 203 
 
 I'll  sing  my  Saviour's  grace, 340 
 
 I  long  to  see  the  season  come,--- 147 
 
 I'm  not  ashani'd  to  own  my  Lord, 210 
 
 ['m  tired  of  visits,  modes,  and  forms, 343 
 
 In  age  and  feebleness  extreme, - -  185 
 
 In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 345 
 
 Cn  evil  long  I  took  delight, -   160 
 
 Cnlinite  excellence  is  thine, - 43 
 
 Infinite  grace!  and  can  it  be, 54 
 
 In  Jordan's  side  the  Baptist  stands, 120 
 
 Inquiring  souls,  who  long  to  find, 182 
 
 (n  the  iiouse  of  King  David  a  fountain, 346 
 
 In  the  floods  of  tribulation, -  279 
 
 In  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, — -  217 
 
 In  vain  mm  talk  of  living  faith, 163 
 
 In  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives, 146 
 
 I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away, - 158 
 
 I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did, —  ?47 
 
 I've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price, —    47 
 
 I've  listed  in  the  holy  war, — 349 
 
 I  want  a  heart  to  pray, IDS 
 
 ril  try  to  prove  faithful, 254 
 
 I  will  hearken  what  the  Lord- --—  286 
 
 I  would,  but  cannot  sing, 103 
 
 Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 351 
 
 Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  bo, • —    50 
 
 Jesus,  at  thy  command, 35% 
 
 Jesus,  dear  name,  how  sweet  it  sounds, 69 
 
 Jesus  drinko  the  bitter  cup, - 353 
 
 leeus,  engrave  it  on  my  heart, 5? 
 
b£  L\DEX. 
 
 Jesus,  grant  us  all  a  hiessing, - 354 
 
 Jesus,  I  love  thy  cliariuing  name, 9(? 
 
 Jesus    in  thy  transporting  name, --     67 
 
 Jesus,  I  my  cioss  have  taken, 213 
 
 Jesus  invites  his  saints, 137 
 
 Jesus  is  gone  ahove  the  skies, i3h 
 
 Jesus,  let  thy  |)iiying  eyt;, 353 
 
 Jesus,  lover  ot' my  soul, - 32 
 
 esKs,  mighty  King  in  Zion, 11* 
 
 esus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, - —  356 
 
 esus,  my  Lord,  my  soul's  delight, 52 
 
 Jesus,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, — 178 
 
 Jesus'  precious  name  excels, - 35(1 
 
 Jesus,  the  heavenly  lover,  gave 357 
 
 Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend, —  356 
 
 Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness, -    66 
 
 Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  has  come, ISt 
 
 Let  all  our  tongues  be  one, - 133 
 
 Let  every  creature  join, 155 
 
 Let  Christians  all  agree, --  240 
 
 Liet  every  mortal  ear  attend,  145 
 
 Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 95 
 
 Let  me  dwell  on  Golgotha, 359 
 
 Let  sinners  take  their  course, 186 
 
 Let  thy  kingdom,  bh-ssed  Saviour, 360 
 
 Let  us  ask  th'  important  question, 361 
 
 Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 81 
 
 Like  theep  we  went  astray, 29 
 
 Lo!  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 362 
 
 Lo!  te  cometh,  countless  trumpets  -     - --  20-1 
 
 Look  up,  ye  saints,  direct  your  eyes  20 
 
 Lord,  at  thy  table  1  behold 132 
 
 Lo'd,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 92 
 
 Lc:d,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear, 59 
 
 Lird    we  come  before  thee  now, 83 
 
 Lord,  what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace,  - 190 
 
 ^ord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I, 20^ 
 
 Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 188 
 
 Lord,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll, 158 
 
 Lord,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 37 
 
 Lord,  when  together  here  we  meet, 363 
 
 Lord,  where  we  cast  our  eyes  abroad, 65 
 
 Lord  of  Hosts,  to  thee  we  raise 164 
 
 Lord,  charge  the  waves  to  bear  our  friends 431 
 
 Love  divine,  all  love  excellinc, —  -   -  894 
 
 Liove  divine:  how  sweet  the  sound, 84 
 
 Love  is  the  sweetest  bud  that  blows, W 
 
 Lakewarm  souls,  the  foe  grows  stronger, 364 
 
INbEX  5a 
 
 Many  w  tes  has  Chrisv  endured,  -..—.—— 30i 
 
 Mercy  alone  can  meet  jny  case, U-2 
 
 'Mid  scenes  of  «:onfusion,  and  creature  ccmplaints,  2f 
 
 Mortals,  awake!  with  angels  join, 2-' 
 
 My  days,  my  weeks,  my  monliis,  my  years, -  366 
 
 My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord, 27 
 
 My  drowsy  pow'rs,  why  sleep  ye  sol 23t 
 
 My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love, -- -      i 
 
 My  God,  how  perfect  are  Ihy  ways, 97 
 
 My  God,  my  life,  my  love, 172 
 
 My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 173 
 
 My  God.  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 170 
 
 My  God  was  with  me  all  the  night, 5 
 
 My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 371 
 
 My  Lord,  my  Saviour  died, -  373 
 
 My  rising  soul,  with  strong  desires, 69 
 
 My  sorrows,  like  a  flood, 99 
 
 My  soul,  come  meditate  the  day, 222 
 
 My  soul  dotii  magnify  the  Lord, 376 
 
 My  soul  now  arise,  my  passions 377 
 
 My  soul's  full  of  glory, 378 
 
 None  is  like  Jeshurun's  God! 110 
 
 Now  livinir  waters  flow, --  173 
 
 Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 156 
 
 Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme,- - 380 
 
 N'ow.  brethren,  ere  we  part, 93 
 
 vjw,  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts, 10 
 
 Jsow  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 156 
 
 Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, - 140 
 
 Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 179 
 
 Now  let  us  raise  our  cheerful  strains, 40 
 
 Now,  Lord,  inspire  the  preacker's  heart, 77 
 
 Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song, ---  200 
 
 Now  to  this  place  I'm  come  fo-day, 124 
 
 Now  we  are  met  in  holy  fear, 381 
 
 Now,  while  the  gospel  net  is  cast, - 76 
 
 O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, J8J 
 
 Wall  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 17? 
 
 Of  him  who  did  salvation  bring, — -    5» 
 
 O,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing, 15S 
 
 7.  give  me,  Lord,  mysins  to  mourn, - 382 
 
 "•  g'orious  hope  of  perfect  love, S^ 
 
 *>,  glorious  God  of  grace, I'k. 
 
 ^Irappy  time,  how  long  waited  for, 38< 
 
 Oil !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, —  lOi 
 
 Oh!  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 162 
 
 O,  how  I  have   ong'd  for  thee, 385 
 
 Oh!  if  ny  souJ  Tvere  formed  for  woe, -  215 
 
 32 
 
54  INDEX. 
 
 O  Jesus    to  tell  of  thy  love, - —    7S 
 
 Of  Jesus  Christ  I'm  not  ashanicid, 123 
 
 O  Lord,  another  day  is  flawn, 10 
 
 O  Lord  of  hosts,  my  God  and  King,  - 366 
 
 O,  may  1  worthy  prove,  to  see 389 
 
 O  my  Ood  !  and  hast  thou  sent, 66 
 
 O,  there  will  be  mourninE:, 228 
 
 O  Zior. !  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave, — -  331 
 
 O  Zion,  tune  tny  voice,-- 350 
 
 Once  in  this  world  I  wander'd  lorth, 391 
 
 Once  more,  before  we  pnrt, 91 
 
 Once  more,  my  soul,  the  risine  day, 7 
 
 Once  more  we  come  before  our  God, 77 
 
 One  spark,  O  God,  of  heavenly  fire, ---  392 
 
 On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  1  stand, —  393 
 
 On  wings  of  faith  mount  up, -- 394 
 
 O,  sinners,  fly  to  Jesus'  arms. -- 145 
 
 O,  tell  me  no  more  of  this  vain  world's  store, 395 
 
 O,  that  1  knew  the  secret  place, 108 
 
 O,  thou  God  of  my  salvation, 398 
 
 O,  thou  ffreat  source  of  lisrht  and  love. 65 
 
 O,  thou,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 399 
 
 Our  Father,  God,  adore, 95 
 
 Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, -     39 
 
 Our  Saviour  alone,  the  Lord,  let  us  bless,  --- 401 
 
 Our  souls  by  love  together  knit, 439 
 
 O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 208 
 
 O  ye  immortal  throng, 102 
 
 rlung'd  in  a  irulf  of  dark  despair, 17i 
 
 poor,  weak  and  worthless  thoush  I  am, 4^ 
 
 Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 95 
 
 Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey 61 
 
 Precious  Bible!  what  a  treasure, --  403 
 
 Prisoners  of  hope,  lift  up  your  beadr 276 
 
 Proud  Babj'lon  yet  waits  her  do.,m      S3 
 
 Quite  weary,  near  to  faint, 404 
 
 Raise  your  triumphant  songs,--  - 187 
 
 Rejoice,  my  friends,  the  Lord  '«  King, 405 
 
 Rejoice  fbr  a  brother  decease-.,  - -- 225 
 
 Religion  is  the  chief  concert., 101 
 
 Remember  us,  i^'e  prny  th4:e.  Lord, 73 
 
 Renew'd  by  gr  ice,  we  love  the  word, 40* 
 
 Repent  and  be  lianliz'   , 127 
 
 Repent,  the  vc  ice' ct    ,-stial  cries,  - -  -  175 
 
 Bep^nl,  yeso'    of   .len,  repent, -409 
 
 Rise,  rise,  my     ■•   ,  and  leave  the  jrround, 14 
 
 Rise,  my  sou      •  i  stretch  thy  wings, 41f 
 
INDEX.  5ft 
 
 Kalem'8  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name, -  411 
 
 ."Salvation:  O  iiuModious  sound, 41? 
 
 S;ilvai!<iM  :  O  the  joyful  sound, 21( 
 
 Salvation;  what  a  eiorious  plan, 4J;'i 
 
 Sav'd  by  ?rare,  1  live  to  tell, 414 
 
 Save  Mie,  O  God:  the  swellin;,'  tloods -- 205 
 
 Saviour,  canst  thou  love  a  traitor^ ■: i'.it 
 
 Saviour,  I  do  t'eel  thy  im^ril, -- 415 
 
 Saviour  of  men,  and  Lord  of  love, 95 
 
 Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation, 41fi 
 
 See  the  fountain  oi)en'd  wide,- -  ^H 
 
 8elf-rii;hteouji  souls  on  works  rely, --     5.'j 
 
 Servant  of  God.  well  done, -"- IH'.i 
 
 She[iherds,  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes, 41'.' 
 
 Show  pity.  Lord:  O  Lf)rd,  forgive,--- —  LM) 
 
 Sinner,  an  thou  still  secure"? - - --  42(1 
 
 Sinner,  hear  the  Savionr's  call, 421 
 
 Sinners,  lift  up  your  hearts, 42:^ 
 
 Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word, 14) 
 
 So  fair  a  face  bedewed  with  tears, l.'to 
 
 So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express, 94 
 
 Sovereifrn  i:race  has  power  alone, 424 
 
 Sovereign  of  worlds  above, ---  4i)S 
 
 Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies, - 224 
 
 Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  slay, 151 
 
 Stiil,  out  of  the  deepest  abyss, 42i 
 
 Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  used  to  rise, 2l> 
 
 Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, -- -  42." 
 
 Strange  and  mysterious  is  my  life, 42f 
 
 Strange  that  so  much  of  heaven ll'J 
 
 Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope, 34:'j 
 
 Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 42,>^ 
 
 Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt lOi 
 
 Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days,- I^f 
 
 Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive,-- — i'l 
 
 That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 2:i(' 
 
 That  glorious  day  is  drawintj  nigh, 42-' 
 
 The  day  is  past  and  gone, --      f 
 
 Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name, 221 
 
 Thee  we  adore,  eternal  word,- S2 
 
 The  chariot;  the  chariot :— its  wheels 2,T; 
 
 The  glorious  Son  of  God, - 12;' 
 
 The  God  of  Abraham  praise, 27^ 
 
 The  fields  are  all  white,  the  harvest  is  near, '.'■''. 
 
 Tell  me,  ye  winged  winds, :{'.i| 
 
 Tempted,  tossed,    roubled  spirit,— 31  i 
 
 The  glorious  Son  of  God I2f 
 
 The  Gospel's  joyful  sound, 4:ft! 
 
 The  great  Redeemer  we  adore, IIH 
 
66  INDEA. 
 
 The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord,--  7b 
 
 riio  hour  of  prayer  once  more  is  cnnie, 6(' 
 
 The  King  of  heaven  his  ial)le  spreads, 136 
 
 The  Lord  into  his  jiurden 's  come, 434 
 
 T'np  Lord  is  the  lountain  ot' goodness, --  437 
 
 The  Lord,  the  Jud|,'e,  before  his  throne, 236 
 
 The  Lord  who  rules  llie  world's  affairs, 72 
 
 riic  Lord  will  happiness  divine W 
 
 riie  mighty  frame  of  glorious  grace, —  48 
 
 riie  mighty  God  will  not  despise - -  146 
 
 Th<^  name  of  Christ,  how  sweet  it  sounds, 211 
 
 There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 44 
 
 There  's  a  friend  above  all  others, 253 
 
 There  is  a  pure  and  peaceful  wave, 36? 
 
 The  souls  that  would  to  Jesus  press, 174 
 
 The  vjil  of  night  is  now  wiiiidrawn. 6 
 
 The  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  know, 49 
 
 This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 60 
 
 This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show, 8fe 
 
 This  morning  let  my  praise  arise, 8 
 
 This  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's,- 36 
 
 Thou  art,  O  God,  a  spirit  pure, 13 
 
 Though  troubles  assail  us, - 277 
 
 Though  clouds  arise  and  dim  the  siirlit, -  319 
 
 Thou  sacred  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 75 
 
 Thou  for  sinners  once  wast  slain, 85 
 
 Thus  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'd 118 
 
 To  Jesus  now  my  youthful  heart,- 124 
 
 To  the  haven  of  thy  breast, 324 
 
 Thy  mercy,  my  God  is  the  theme  of  my  song. 427 
 
 Thy  names,  how  infinite  they  be.- P 
 
 Thy  promise.  Lord,  and  thy  command,--- 8. 
 
 Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 199 
 
 Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 107 
 
 "Tis  finish'd ;"  so  the  ^<aviour  cried, 34 
 
 TIb  finish'd,  'tis  done!  the  spirit  is  fled, 433 
 
 Tis  life  to  know  the  dying  Lamb. 437 
 
 Tis  my  happiness  below, 437 
 
 To  Christ,  the  Lord,  let  every  tongue, 44 
 
 To  distant  lands  tliv  gospel  send, - 64 
 
 To  God  the  Father,'  God  the  Son, 9* 
 
 To  Him  thai  chose  us  first, 57 
 
 Tj  Him,  who  on  the  fntal  tree, 33 
 
 Tn  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name, IJ* 
 
 To  jiraise  lh«  Father  and  the  Son, 9* 
 
 •Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, l.W 
 
 Up,  haste  to  Calvary, 33 
 
 Vpward  1  lift  mine  eyes., - 191 
 
INDEX.  ^ 
 
 ?ain,  delusive  world,  adieu, -~- 438 
 
 Vain  man,  Ihy  fond  pursuits  forbear,  -— ——  821 
 
 Vain  man,  to  boast  forbear, •-  164 
 
 Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame, - -  211 
 
 Wandering  pilgrims,  mourning  Christlins, 44i 
 
 We  are  a  garden,  wall'd  around, — 114 
 
 Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 59 
 
 Welcome,  ye  well-belov'd  of  God, 76 
 
 vVhale'er  to  thee,  our  Lord,  belongs,  — 127 
 
 What  is  our  God,  and  what  his  name, -— 16 
 
 What  lovely  band  is  this  I  seel 129 
 
 What  mortal  power,  from  things  unclean, 24 
 
 What  poor,  despised  company, 443 
 
 What  various  hindrances  we  meet, -     62 
 
 When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  Ood, 12 
 
 When  any  turn  from  Zion's  ways, - 176 
 
 When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away, 220 
 
 When  convicts  first  begin  to  sing, 183 
 
 When  first  the  God  of'tmundless  grace, 18 
 
 When  1  can  read  my  title  clear, 209 
 
 When  I  gaze  on  the  rainbow  that  spans 443 
 
 When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 139 
 
 When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 72 
 
 When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain,- 154 
 
 When  languor  and  disease  invade, 312 
 
 When  on  the  cross  my  Lord  I  see, -  165 
 
 When  shall  thy  love  constrain, --     374 
 
 When  shall  thy  lovely  face  be  seen, 229 
 
 When  Thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come, 215 
 
 While  sho[)herds  watch  their  docks  by  night, 201 
 
 Who  but  thou,  Almiijhty  Spirit,- 396 
 
 Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise, 85 
 
 Why  do  we  mourn,  departing  friends, 221 
 
 Why  should  we  start,  ami  fear  to  die, •--  195 
 
 Williin  thy  house,  O  Lord  our  God, 12; 
 
 With  heavenly  power,  O  Lord,  defend, 7s 
 
 With  melting  heart,  and  weeping  eyes, 108 
 
 With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, - -  113 
 
 Worthy  the  Lamb  of  loundless  away, 281 
 
 Would  you  win  a  soul  to  God"? - 74 
 
 Ve  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne,' "-  269 
 
 Ye  humble  souls  th  it  seek  the  Lord,  - —     35 
 
 Ve  mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 51 
 
 Ye  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record,- — 20 
 
 Yes!  the  Reaeeiiier  rose, ~ 280 
 
 Yes,  my  native  land  1  love  thee, 430 
 
 Ye  that  pass  by.  behold  the  man, — --    28 
 
 Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 148 
 
 V'onder,  amazi  ig  sight  t  I  see  — —.—     M 
 
58  INDEX. 
 
 INDEX  TO  THE  APPENDIX. 
 
 A.  charge  to  keep  I  have, 2« 
 
 Aid,  O  Lord,  our  youthful  voices, 39 
 
 "All  is  well,"  (see  Hymn  72,) — 44 
 
 And  now,  my  soul,  another  year,— 9 
 
 Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 2 
 
 Auspicious  niorniug,  hail  I li 
 
 Be  thy  kingdom,  Lord,  promoted, iji 
 
 Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace, It 
 
 Bright,  little  star;  on  evening^s  breast, -  33 
 
 Chief  shepherd  of  thy  chosen  sheep, 40 
 
 Come,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 13 
 
 Come,  ye  weary  sinners,  come, -- 34 
 
 Descend,  celestial  Dove, 43 
 
 Down  to  the  sacred  wave, - 42 
 
 Farewell,  dear  friends,  1  must  be  gone, 33 
 
 Father,  adored  in  worlds  above, 6 
 
 Firmly  stand,  my  native  land, 2 
 
 Freqiiont  the  day  of  God  returns, 4 
 
 From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 34 
 
 Gracious  Saviour!  we  adore  thee, 42 
 
 Great  King  of  glory,  come, 5 
 
 Hail  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds, 43 
 
 Hark!  the  rising  anthem  stealing, 11 
 
 Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise, 22 
 
 Hear,  gracious  Sovereign,  from  thy  throne, 24 
 
 Hew  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop, 31 
 
 Howcharniinir  is  the  place, 6 
 
 How  lovely  the  place  where  the  Saviour  appears,---  36 
 
 How  rich  thy  gifts.  Almighty  King, S 
 
 I'm  bound  to  the  house  of  my  Father, J 
 
 Jeius,  thou  hast  freely  saved  us, 4. 
 
 leBus,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, — li 
 
 Let  thy  kinjrdoni,  blessed  Saviour, -— 85 
 
 Liord,  how  delishtful  'tis  to  see, — —--.--  4 
 
 x)rd  of  the  worlds  above, — 17 
 
 «!  an  a  narrow  neck  of  land, — — —  H 
 
 Iv  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  ihoi-    — —  ~-   M 
 
INDEX.  59 
 
 .Vow  let  our  hearts  conspire  to  raise, —— —  8| 
 
 O  gracious  Saviour,  deign, 38 
 
 O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  cone, 27 
 
 Our  Saviour  bowed  beneath  the  wave, 42 
 
 O  turn  ye,  O  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye  die, 23 
 
 Pleasing  spring  again  is  here, H 
 
 Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 31: 
 
 Revive  thy  churches.  Lord,  with  grace, —  25 
 
 Rise,  triumphant  Saviour,  rise, 3t 
 
 Saviour,  thy  law  we  love, —  41 
 
 See  the  leaves  around  us  falling, - 15 
 
 Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message"? 21 
 
 Sinner,  is  thy  heart  at  rest"?  --- - --  26 
 
 Sometimes  a  light  surprises, -•  28 
 
 Soon  as  the  light  of  morning  broke, - --     3 
 
 Che  cross,  the  cross,  O  that's  my  gain, 29 
 
 The  moment  a  sinner  believes, 30 
 
 They're  ended,  the  prayers  thou  hast  offered  in 7 
 
 There  is  one  bright,  enchanting  spot,  6 
 
 This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 19 
 
 This  world's  not  all  a  fleeting  show, 19 
 
 There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 510 
 
 To  praise  the  ever  bounteous  Lord, IS 
 
 4*0  thee  who  reign 'st  supreme  above, 12 
 
 vVake!  Isles  of  the  South, 3f 
 
 Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night, 37 
 
 What,  what  is  this  that  steals  upon  my  sight, 44 
 
 When  blind  with  sin.  my  Father's  will,-- 6 
 
 When  verdure  clothes  the  feilile  vale,  -- 14 
 
 When  shall  the  voice  of  singing, 36 
 
 While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun, 8 
 
 With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 16 
 
 Who  can  forbear  to  sing, — 24 
 
 Fes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking, 37 
 
 Four  harps,  ye  trembling  saints,  -- — — ..  S9