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SACRED SONGS 
 
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 SOCIAL WORSHIP 
 
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 PUBLISHED BY E, J. GOODRICH. 
 
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Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1875, 
 By E. J. GOODRICH, 
 In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. 
 
 J. W. TAYLOB, 
 
 MUSIC ELECTBOTYPBR, 
 
 15 VANDEWATSR ST., J*. V. 
 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
 The design of this little book is to furnish in con- 
 venient form, for daily use in the family, the class-' 
 room, the chapel, and the prayer meeting, the hymns 
 and tunes generally called for, and most approved. 
 
 The selection of hymns has been made by Com- 
 mittees from the College Faculty, and from the two 
 Congregational Churches in this place. They have 
 taken as the basis of the work, the little book of 
 " Hymns for Social Worship," so long in use here 
 but have omitted many hymns and have added main- 
 others. Prof. F. B. Rice, of the Oberlin Conservatory, 
 has performed the work of selecting and arranging the 
 music. 
 
 The aim has been to make the book so small and 
 inexpensive, and withal so satisfactory in the variety 
 of hymns and tunes presented, that families and classes 
 and churches might be induced very generally to ob- 
 tain and use it. 
 
 COMPILERS. 
 Oberlin, July, 1875. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Activity, 54, 130, 263. 
 
 Adoration, 1, 2, 3, 4, 13, 17, 18, 21, 22, 39, 12. 
 
 Bible, 185,186, 187,188. 
 
 CHRIST. His Advent, 15, 16, 224, 225. 
 
 His Character, 12, 20, 34, 47. 
 
 His Work, 21, 23, 30, 32, 46, 48, 86, 90, 101, 170, 217, 230. 
 
 Grateful Love to Christ, 25, 26, 27, 44, 45, 53, 70, 73, 74, 
 78,104, 164,231, 233. 
 
 Trust in Christ, 37, 38, 62, 81, 85, 95, 96. 98, 108, 115, 116, 
 136, 147, 148, 157, 167, 169, 240, 251, 264, 266, 270. 
 Christian Blessedness, 49, 55, 104, 112, 143, 145, 173. 
 Church, 91, 103, 113. 
 
 Communion with God, 138, 139, 149, 212. 
 Confession, 76. 77, 106. [12;>, 128, 129, 134. 
 
 Conflict and Courage, 114, 115, 118, 119, 120, 121, 123, 124, 
 Consecration, 29, 84, 89, 117, 135, 144, 198, 274. 
 Conviction, 87, 250, 251. 
 
 Death, 235, 236, 237, 238, 239, 241, 242, 243, 244, 245, 248, 255. 
 Evening, 67, 194, 195, 197, 207, 208, 210, 211, 213, 214, 216, 218. 
 Expostulation, 141, 152, 153, 156, 158, 159, 166. 
 Faith, 65, 82. 
 
 Faithfulness, 66, 71, 114, 123, 125, 130, 135, 
 Fellowship, 203, 259. 
 God, His Attributes, 6, 8, 11, 41. 
 
 His Providence. 5, 24, 28, 88. 
 Gospel, 19,^43, l^; 6 - ogpel) 17 ^ u ^ m 178> 179> 180> 18 , f 
 
 182, 183, 184, 189. 
 Hkvven 132. 133, 151, 154, 155. 205, 234, 216. 252, 253, 254, 256. 
 
 257,258,259,261,267,269,271,272,273. 
 1 Ioly Spirit, 40, 51. ['-' •'• 
 
 Invitation, 68, 69, 80, 111, 142, 160, 161, 162, 168, 169 175, 268 
 Judgment, 247, 249. ['49, 150, 229. 
 
 Longing for Holiness, 12, 50, 63, 64, 75, 84, 102. 137, 140, 146, 
 Morning, 204, 206, 209. 213. 
 National, 219, 220,221. 
 
 Pr vvi?r : '7?9^0, 28, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60. 61 , 79, 94, 196, 212. 
 LtKST, 33, 97, 107,109, 110, 172, 256, 257, 261. 
 
 SabbIth, lll\ Wij 192, 193, 194, 195, 199, 200, 226. 
 
 %™ZTa*?T*$ 82; 83, 92, 93, 99, 100, 105, 126, 131, 
 
 173, 215. 232, 260, 275. 
 Tiivnksgiving and Praise, 52, 202, 227, 228. 
 Warning, 72, 158, 159, 163, 165, 250, 277. 
 Watchfulness, 66, 122, 124, 264. 
 
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 FROM all that dwell below the skie3, 
 Let the Creators praise arise; 
 Let the Redeemers name be sunir 
 Through even* land, by every tongue 
 
 Eternal are thy mercies. Lord: 
 
 Eternal truth attends thy word; 
 
 Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
 
 Till sun3 shall rise and set no more ! 
 
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 PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow! 
 Praise him, all creatures here below ! 
 Praise him above, ye heavenly host ! 
 Praise Father, Son* and Holy Ghost ! 
 
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 7l REAT God ! how infinite art thou ! 
 VT What worthless worms are we ! 
 J,et the whole race of creatures bow, 
 And pay their praise to thee. 
 
 Thy throne eternal ages stood, 
 
 Ere seas or stars were made; 
 Thou art the ever-living God, 
 
 Were all the nations dead. 
 
 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, 
 
 And vexed with trilling cares; 
 While thy eternal thoughts move on 
 
 Thine undisturbed affairs. 
 
 Great God ! how infinite art thou! 
 
 What worthless worms are we; 
 Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
 
 And pay their praise to thee. 
 
II Y M N S 
 
 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, 
 My rising soul Burveys, 
 Transported with the vv w, I'm lost 
 in wonder, love, and prai 
 
 2 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 
 
 My daily thanks employ: 
 Nor is the least a cheerful ln-art 
 That tastes those gifts with joy. 
 
 3 Through every period of my lift' 
 
 Thy goodness I'll pursu : 
 And after death, in distant worlds, 
 The glorious theme renew. 
 
 4 Through all eternity to thee 
 
 A joyful sons I'll raise: 
 
 But. oh ! eternity's too short 
 
 To utter all thy praise. 
 
 p OD moves in a mysterious way 
 IT His wonders to perform; 
 lie plants his footsteps in 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 sovereign will. 
 
 3 Ye fearful 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 sense, 
 
 But trust him for his grace; 
 Behind a frowning providence 
 He hides a smiling face. 
 
 5 His purposes will ripen fast, 
 
 Unfolding every hour; 
 The bud may have a bitter taste, 
 But sweet will be the flower. 
 
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 LORD, thou hast searched and seeu me through; 
 Thine eye commands, with piercing view, 
 My rising and my resting hours. 
 My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 
 
 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, 
 Are to my God distinctly known ; 
 
 He knows the words I mean to speak, 
 Ere from my opening lips they break. 
 
 3 Within thy circling power I stand ; 
 On every side I find thy hand : 
 Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, 
 
 I am surrounded still with God. 
 
 4 Oh. may these thoughts possess my breast, 
 Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! 
 
 Nor let my weaker passions dare 
 Consent to sin, for God is there. 
 
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 OTHOU that hearest prayer ! 
 Attend our humble cry ; 
 And let thy sen-ants share 
 Thy blessing from on high: 
 We plead the promise of thy word ; 
 Grant us thy Holy Spirit, LordI 
 
 2 If earthly parents hear 
 
 Their children when they cry; 
 If they, with love sincere, 
 
 Their children's wants supply ; 
 Much more wilt thou thy love display, 
 And answer when thy children pray. 
 
 :) Our heavenly Father, thou: 
 We, children of thy grace: 
 Oh. let thy Spirit now 
 
 nd and fill the place! 
 That all may feel the heavenly flame, 
 And all unite to praise thy name. 
 
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 THE pity of the Lord 
 To those that fear his name, 
 Is such as tender parents feel : 
 lie knows our feeble frame. 
 
 2 He knows we are hut dust, 
 
 Scattered with every breath; 
 His anger, like a rising wind, 
 Can send us swift to death. 
 
 3 Our days are as the grass, 
 
 Or like the morning flower ; 
 If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, 
 It withers in an hour. 
 
 4 But thy compassions, Lord, 
 
 To endless years endure ; 
 And children's children ever lind 
 Thy words of promise sure. 
 
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 Bi!II< >U> the throne of grace: 
 The promise calls me neat ; 
 -us shows :t smiling face, 
 Ami wails to answi r prayer. 
 
 2 My soul ! ask what thou wilt: 
 Thou canst not In- too bold: 
 
 • his own blood fur thoo he spilt, 
 What else can he withhold'.' 
 
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 Thy presence and thy love; 
 
 I ask to Berye thee here below, 
 
 And reign with thee above. 
 
 4 Teach me to live by faith ; 
 Conform my will to thine: 
 Let me victorious be in death. 
 Ami then in glory shine. 
 
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 JESUS, who knows full well 
 The heart of every saint. 
 Invites us, all our irriefs to tell, 
 To pray, and never faint. 
 
 2 He bows his gracious ear— 
 
 We never plead in vain ; 
 Then let us wait, till he appear, 
 And pray, and pray again. 
 
 3 Jesus, the Lord, will hear 
 
 His chosen when they cry : 
 Yes, though he may awhile forbear, 
 He'll help them from on high. 
 
 4 Then let us earnest cry. 
 
 And never faint in prayer ; 
 II ■ sees, he hears, and from on high, 
 Will make our cause his care. 
 
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 ^ All the path in which we rove ; 
 Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens ; 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 2 Chance and change are bus) 7 ever ; 
 
 Man decays, and ages move ; 
 But his mercy waneth never; 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 3 Ev'n the hour that darkest seemeth 
 
 Will his changeless goodness prove ; 
 From the gloom his brightness streametn, 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
 4 He with earthly cares entwineth 
 
 Hope and comfort from above: 
 Everywhere his glory shineth; 
 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
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 Much we need thy tender care ! 
 In thy pleasant pastures feed us ; 
 For our use thy folds prepare : 
 
 Blessed Jesus! 
 Thou hast bought us. thine we are. 
 
 2 Thou hast promised to receive us, 
 
 Poor and sinful though we be ; 
 Thou hast mercy to relieve us, 
 Grace to cleanse, and power to free.: 
 
 Blessed Jesus ! 
 Let us early turn to thee. 
 
 3 Early let us seek thy favor; 
 
 Early let us learn thy will; 
 Do thou. Lord, our only Saviour, 
 "With thy love our bosoms fill: 
 
 Blessed Jesus ! 
 Thou hast loved us,— love us still ! 
 
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 LET as with a joyful mind, 
 Praise the Lord, for he is kind: 
 For his mercies shall endure 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 2 lie. with all-commanding might, 
 Filled the new-made world with light: 
 For his mercies shall endure, 
 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 3 All things living he doth feed; 
 His full hand supplies their need 
 For his mercies shall endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 4 He his chosen race did bless, 
 In the wasteful wilderness: 
 For his mercies shall endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 5 He hath, with a piteous eye, 
 Looked upon our misery : 
 For his mercies shall endure, 
 Ever faithful ever sure. 
 
 6 Let lis, then, with dadsome mind, 
 Fraise the Lord, tor he is kind: 
 For his mercies shall endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
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 OKCE on the raging seas I rode: 
 The storm was loud, the night was dark; 
 The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed 
 The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 
 
 2 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. 
 
 3 It was my guide, my light, my all: 
 
 It bade my dark forebodings cease; 
 And through the storm, and danger's thrall 
 It led me to the port of peace. 
 
 4 Now safely moored, my perils o er, 
 
 I'll sing, first in night's diadem, 
 For ever and for evermore, 
 The Star— the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
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 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 world ! the Saviour reigns ! 
 
 Let men their songs employ; 
 While fields and Hoods, rocks, hills, and plains 
 Repeat the sounding joy. 
 
 3 No more let sin and sorrow grow, 
 
 Nor thorns infest the ground: 
 He comes to make the blessings How 
 Far as the curse is found. 
 
 4 lie rules the world with truth and grace, 
 
 And makes the nations prove 
 The glories of his righteousness, 
 And wonders of his love. 
 
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 HARK ! ten thousand harps and voices 
 Sound the note of praise above: 
 Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices; 
 
 Jesus reigns, the God of love: 
 See, he sits on yonder throne; 
 Jesus rules the world alone. 
 
 '2 King of glory, reign forever! 
 Thine an everlasting crown: 
 Nothing from thy love shall sever 
 
 Those whom thou hast made thine own: 
 Happy objects of thy grace, 
 1 1 siined to behold thy face. 
 
 :; Saviour, hasten thine appearing; 
 
 Bring, oh. bring the glorious day, 
 When, the awful summons hearing, 
 
 Heaven and earth shall pass away! 
 Then, with golden harps, we'll sing. 
 " Glory, glory to our King 1" 
 
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 COME, let us join our cheerful songs 
 With angels round the throne ; 
 Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, 
 
 "To be exalted thus ! " 
 "Worthy the Lamb ! : ' our lips reply, 
 "For he was slain for us. " ; 
 
 3 Jesus is worthy to receive 
 
 Honor and power divine ; 
 And blessings, more than we can give, 
 Be, Lord, forever thine ! 
 
 4 Let all that dwell above the sky, 
 
 And air. and earth, and seas, 
 Conspire to lift thy glories high, 
 And speak thine endless praise. 
 
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 Op to tin- courts above, 
 Ami smile i" Bee oar father there, 
 
 Upon a throne of low. 
 
 2 Come, let us bow before his feet. 
 
 And venture near the Lord: 
 No fiery cherubs guard hi- 
 Nor double-flaming swore). 
 
 3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss 
 
 Are opened by the Son; 
 
 High let us raise our notes of praise, 
 And reach th' almighty throne. 
 
 •t To thee teli thousand thanks we bring, 
 Great Advocate on high: 
 And glory to th' eternal King:, 
 Who lays his anger by. 
 
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 Tis pleasure to our ears; 
 A sovereign balm for every wound, 
 A cordial for our fears. 
 
 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 
 At hell's dark door we lay; 
 
 But we arise by grace divine, 
 To see a heavenly day. 
 
 Salvation ! let the echo fly 
 The spacious earth around, 
 
 While all the armies of the sky 
 Conspire to raise the sound. 
 
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 His head with radiant glories crowned, 
 His lips with grace o'erflow. 
 
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 2 No mortal can with him compare, 
 
 Among the sons of men; 
 Fairer is he than all the fair 
 That fill the heavenly train. 
 
 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, 
 
 He Hew to my relief; 
 For me he bore the shameful cross, 
 And carried all my grief. 
 
 \ Since from his bounty I receive, 
 Such proofs of love divine. 
 Had I a thousand hearts to give. 
 Lord ! they should all be thine. 
 
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 M\ dear b> <1> ■ mi r'a praise, 
 The glories of my God and King; 
 
 The triumphs of his grace ! 
 
 
 
 gracious Master and my God, 
 Assist me to proclaim, 
 To spread through all the earth abroad 
 The honors df thy name. 
 
 o Jesus ! the name that calms our 
 
 Thai hi. Is our Borrow* 
 T is music to my ravished tars. 
 'Tis life, and health, and p 
 
 4 He hreaks the power of reigning Bin, 
 
 He sets the prisoner free; 
 His blood can make the foulest clean: 
 His blood availed forme. 
 
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 Y God ! the spring of all my joys. 
 The life of my delights 
 The glory of my brightest days, 
 And comfort of my nights ! 
 
 2 In darkest shades if he appear, 
 My dawning is begnh: 
 
 He is my soul's sweet morning star, 
 And lie my rising sun. 
 
 3 The opening heavens around me shine 
 With ! teams 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 wimrs of love and arms of faith 
 Should bear me conqueror through. 
 
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 AWAKE, my soul, to joyful lays, 
 And sin,^ the great Redeemer's praise, 
 He justly claims a song from me: 
 His loving-kindness, oh, how free ! 
 Loving-kindness, loving-kindness, 
 His loving-kindness, oh, how free. 
 
 2 He saw me ruined in the fall. 
 Yet loved me notwithstanding all ; 
 He saved me from my lost estate : 
 His loving-kindness, oh, how great! 
 
 3 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, 
 Has gathered thick and thundered loud, 
 He near my soul has always stood: 
 His loving-kindness, oh, how good ! 
 
 • 4- Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale : 
 Soon all my mortal powers must fail; 
 Oh, may my hist expiring breath 
 His loving-kindnesss Bing in death! 
 
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 0G< >D, our help in ages past, 
 Our hope fur years to come, 
 Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
 
 And our eternal home ! 
 Under the shadow of thy throne, 
 
 Thy saints have dwelt secure; 
 Sufficient is thiue arm alone, 
 
 And our defense is sure. 
 Before the hills in order stood, 
 
 Or earth received her frame. 
 From everlasting thou art God, 
 
 To endless years the same. 
 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, 
 
 •■ Betorn ye sons of men: " 
 All nations rose from earth at first, 
 
 And turn to earth again. 
 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 
 
 Bears all its sons away: 
 They fly, forgotten, as a dream 
 
 Dies at the opening day. 
 Our God. our help in acres past, 
 
 Our hope for years to come. 
 Be thou our guard while troubles last, 
 
 And our eternal home ! 
 
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 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
 In a believer's ear ! 
 It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
 And drives away his fear. 
 
 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
 
 And calms the troubled 1 treast ; 
 'T is manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the weary, rest. 
 
 3 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 
 And cold my warmest thought; 
 But when I see thee as thou art, 
 I'll praise thee as I ought. 
 
 4 Till then I would thy love proclaim, 
 With every fleeting breath; 
 And may the music of thy name 
 Refresh my soul in death. 
 
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 JESUSJ the very thought of thee 
 With gladness fills my breast; 
 Bui dearer far thy face bo - 
 And in thy presence rest 
 
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 Nor can the memory find 
 
 eter sound than thy blest name, 
 Saviour el mankind! 
 
 I [tope -'f every contrite heart! 
 o .Joy of all the meek! 
 To those who fall, how kind thou art. 
 How good to those who seek ! 
 ', And those who find thee, find a bliss 
 Nor tongue nor pen can Bhow: 
 The love of Jesus— what it is. 
 None but his loved ones know. 
 5 Jesus, our only joy be thou! 
 As thou our prize wilt be; 
 Jesus, be thou our dory now, 
 And through eternity ! 
 
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 IT 1 1 joy we meditate the grace 
 Of our High Priest abqye: 
 
 His heart is made of tenderness- 
 It melts with pitying love. 
 
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 2 Touched with a sympathy within, 
 
 He knows our feeble frame; 
 He knows what sore temptations mean. 
 For lie hath felt the same. 
 
 3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, 
 
 Poured out his cries and tears; 
 And. in his measure, feels afresh 
 What ''very member bears. 
 
 4 Then let our humble faith address 
 
 His mercy and his power; 
 We Shall obtain delivering grace 
 In the distressing hour. 
 
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 GUIDE mo, 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. 
 
 2 Open, Lord, the crystal fountain. 
 
 Whence the healing waters How; 
 Let the fiery cloudy pillar 
 Lead me ali my journey through; 
 
 Strong Deliverer ! 
 Be thou still my strength and shield. 
 
 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
 
 Bid my anxious fears subside; 
 Bear meVer the raging billows. 
 Land me safe on Canaan's side; 
 
 Songs of praises, 
 I will ever give to thee. 
 
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 THERE is u fountain tilled with blood. 
 Drawn from Immanuers veins; 
 And sinners, plnnged beneath that Hood, 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 Dear, dying Lamb ! thy precious blood 
 
 Sli all never lose its power, 
 Till all the ransomed church of God 
 
 Be saved, to sin no more. 
 
 E'er since by faith. I saw the stream 
 
 Thy flowing wounds supply. 
 Redeeming love has been mv theme, 
 
 And shall be till I die. 
 
 And when this feeble, stammering tongue 
 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 Then, in a noble* 1 , sweeter song:; 
 
 I'll sing thy power to save. 
 
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 VV Welcome to this heart of mine; 
 Lord ! I make a full surrender, 
 
 Every power and thought be thine; 
 Thine entirely, — 
 
 Through eternal ages thine. 
 
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 DID Christ o'er sinners weep, 
 And shall our cheeks be dry? 
 Let Hoods of penitential grief 
 Burst forth from every eye. 
 
 2 The Son of God in tears 
 
 The wondering angels see ! 
 Be thou astonished, O my soul ! 
 He shed those tears for thee. 
 
 3 He wept that we might weep ; 
 
 Each sin demands a tear: 
 
 In heaven alone no sin i* found, 
 
 And weeping is not there. 
 
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 OT all the blood of beasts, 
 On Jewish altars slain, 
 
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 Could give the guilty conscience peace, 
 Or wash away the slain. 
 
I J M.NS. 
 
 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, 
 Takes all our sins away — 
 A sacrifice of nobler name, 
 Ami richer blood than they. 
 
 o My faith would lay her hand 
 \ >n that dear head of thine, 
 While like a penitent 1 stand, 
 And there confess my sin. 
 
 4 My soul looks hack to see 
 
 The burdens thou didst boar 
 When hanging on the cursed tree, 
 And hopes her guilt was there. 
 
 o Believing we rejoice 
 
 To see the curse remove; 
 We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 
 And sing his bleeding love. 
 
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 II. whore shall rest be found — 
 Rest for the weary soul? 
 T were vain the ocean depths to sound, 
 Or pierce to either pole. 
 
 2 The world can never give 
 The bliss for which we sigh: 
 
 'T is not the whole of life to live, 
 Nor all of death to die. 
 
 3 Beyond this vale of tears 
 there is a life above, 
 
 Unmeasured by the flight of years; 
 
 And all that life is love. 
 
 4 There is a death whose pang 
 Outlasts the fleeting breath: 
 
 Oh, what eternal horrors hang 
 Around the second death 1 
 
 5 Lord God of truth and grace, 
 Teach us that death to shun; 
 
 Lest we be banished from thy face, 
 And evermore undone. 
 
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 dear Kedeemer, and my Lord, 
 read my duty in thy word ; 
 But in thy life the law appears, 
 Drawn out in living characters. 
 
 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, 
 Such deference to thy Father's will, 
 Such love and meekness so divine, 
 I would transcribe and make them mine. 
 
 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 
 Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer : 
 The desert thy temptations knew, 
 Thy conflict, and thy victory too. 
 
 4 Be thou my pattern ; make me bear 
 More of thy gracious image hen- 
 Then God, the Judge, shall own my name 
 Among the followers of the Lamb. 
 
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 Thine iihag< to our heart be i>orne; 
 And in:iy we • •>> r clearly Bee 
 Our i ; * » 1 1 and aaviour, Lord, in thee! 
 
 1 All hallowed be our walk this day; 
 May meeknesa form our early ray, 
 And faithful love our noontide light, 
 And hope our sunset, calm and bright 
 
 :; May urac- each Idle thought control, 
 And sanctify our wayward soul; 
 May guile depart, and malice cease, 
 And all within bejoy and peace. 
 
 4 Our daily course, O Jesus bless ; 
 Make plain the way of holiness: 
 From sudden falls our feet defend, 
 And cheer at last our journey's end. 
 
 36. L. It 
 
 MY God, permit me not to be 
 A stranger to myself and thee; 
 Amid a thousand thoughts I rove, 
 Forgetful of my highest love. 
 
 2 Why should my passions mix with earth. 
 And thus debase my heavenly birth ? 
 Why should I cling to things below, 
 And let my God, my Saviour, go ? 
 
 3 Tall me away from flesh and sense: 
 
 One sovereign word can draw me thence ; 
 I would obey the voice divine, 
 . And all inferior joys resign. 
 
 4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn ; 
 Let noise and vanity be gone: 
 
 In secret silence of the mind 
 
 My heaven, and there my God, I find.. 
 
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 JESUS, lover of my soul ! 
 Let me to thy bosom fly. 
 While the billows near me roll, 
 
 While the tempest still is high ; 
 Hide me, my Saviour ! hide. 
 Till the storm of life be past; 
 Safe into the haven guide : 
 Oh ! receive my soul at last. 
 
 Other refuge have I none,— 
 
 Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; 
 Leave, ah ! leave me not alone; 
 
 Still support and comfort me; 
 All my trust on thee is stayed. 
 
 All my help from thee I bring; 
 Cover my defenceless head. 
 
 With the shadow of thy wing. 
 
 Plenteous grace with thee is found- 
 Grace to pardon all my sin; 
 
 Let the healing streams abound, 
 Make and keep me pun 1 within: 
 
 Thou of life the fountain art, 
 Freely let me take of thee; 
 
 Spring thou up within my heart, 
 JJise to all eternity. 
 
TOPLADY. 7s. 61. 
 
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 "DOCK of Ages, cleft for me, 
 J-^ Let me hide myself in thee ; 
 Lei the water and the blood, 
 From thy riven side that flow'd, 
 Be of sin the perfect curt 1 ; 
 Cleanse me from its guilt and power, 
 
 2 Gould my zeal no respite know, 
 Could my tears for ever flow- 
 All for sin could not atone : 
 Thou must save, and thou alone ! 
 Nothing in my hand I bring; 
 Simply to thy cross I cling. 
 
 :; While I draw this fleeting breath, 
 When my eyelids close in death, 
 When I soar to worlds unknown, 
 3 • thee on thy judgment throne, — 
 Rock of Ages ! cleft for me, 
 Let me hide mvself in thee. 
 
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 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! 
 Let angels prostrate fall ! 
 Bring forth the royal diadem, 
 And crown him Lord of all ! 
 
 2 Sinners whose love can ne'er forget, 
 
 The wormwood and the gull ; 
 Go spread your trophies at his feet, 
 And crown him Lord of all ! 
 
 3 Let every kindred, every tribe, 
 
 On this terrestrial ball, 
 To him all majesty ascribe, 
 And crown him Lord of all ! 
 
 4 Oh, that with yonder sacred throng, 
 
 We at his feet may fall ! 
 We'll join the everlasting song, 
 And crown him Lord of all! 
 
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 nOME, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, 
 ^ With all thy quickening powers, 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 In these cold hearts of ours. 
 
 2 Look, how we grovel here below, 
 
 Fond of these trifling toys ! 
 Our souls can neither fly nor go 
 To reach eternal joys. 
 
 3 In vain we tune our formal songs ; 
 
 In vain we strive to rise: 
 Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
 And our devotion dies. 
 
 4 Come, Iloly Spirit, heavenly dove, 
 
 With all thy quickening powers ! 
 Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
 And that shall kindle ours. 
 
SILVER STREET. S. M 
 
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 MY soul, repeat his praise, 
 Whose mercies are so great : 
 Whose anger is so slow to rise, 
 So ready to abate. 
 
 2 God will not always chide ; 
 
 And when his wrath is felt. 
 Its strokes are fewer than our crimes. 
 And lighter than our guilt. 
 
 3 His power subdues our sins. 
 
 And his forgiving love. 
 Far as the east is from the west 
 Doth all our guilt remove. 
 
 4 High as the heavens are raised 
 Above the ground we tread. 
 So far the riches of his grace. 
 Our highest thoughts exceed. 
 
HYMNS. 37 
 
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 A MAKE, and fling the sons: 
 Of Ifosee and the Lamb] 
 Wake every lit-art. and every tongue, 
 To praise the Saviour's name! 
 
 I Sing of his dying love; 
 Biagol his rising power: 
 Sin^ how he intercedes above 
 For those whuse sins he bore. 
 
 3 Soon shall we hear him say, 
 
 "Ye blessed children, come!" 
 Soon will he call us hence away 
 To our eternal home. 
 
 4 Soon shall our raptured tongue 
 
 His endless praise proclaim, 
 And ■wetter voices tune the song 
 Of Moses and the Lamb ! 
 
 43. S. M. 
 
 p RACE ! 'tis a charming sound, 
 VJ Harmonious to the ear; 
 Heaven with the echo shall resound, 
 And all the earth shall hear. 
 
 2 Grace first contrived a way 
 
 To save rebellious man; 
 And all the steps that grace display, 
 Which drew the wondrou3 plan. 
 
 3 Grace taught my wandering feet 
 
 To tread the heavenly road : 
 And new supplies each hour I meet, 
 While pressing on to God. 
 
 i Grace all the work shall crown, 
 Through everlasting days: 
 It lays in heaven the topmost stone. 
 And well deserves the praise. 
 
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 |H, could I speak the matchless worth, 
 Oh, could I sound the glories forth 
 
 Which in my Saviour shine ! 
 I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, 
 And vie with Gabriel, while he sings, 
 
 In notes almost divine. 
 
 2 I'd sing the characters he bears. 
 And all the forms of love he wears, 
 
 Exalted on his throne: 
 In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 
 I would to everlasting days 
 
 Make all his glories known. 
 
 3 Soon the delightful day will come 
 When my dear Lord will bring me home, 
 
 And I shall see his face; 
 Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
 A blest eternity I'll spend, 
 
 Triumphant in his grace. 
 
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 COME, thou Fount of every blessing 
 Tune my heart to sing thy grace; 
 Streams of mercy, never ceasin<r, 
 Call for songs of loudest praise. 
 
 2 Jesus sought me when a stranger, 
 
 Wandering from the fold of God; 
 He, to rescue me from danger, 
 Interposed his precious blood. 
 
 3 Oh.^o grace how great a debtor 
 
 Daily I'm constrained to be ! 
 Let thy goodness, like a fetter, 
 Bind my wandering heart to thee. 
 
 4 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; 
 
 Prone to leave the God I love; 
 Here's my heart; oh, take, and seal it; 
 Seal it for tbv courts above! 
 
JAYNES. 8s&7s. D 
 
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 YES, for me, for me he careth 
 With a brother's tender care; 
 Yes, with me, with me he shareth 
 Every burden, every fear. 
 
 2 Yes, for me he standeth pleading, 
 
 At the mercy-seat above; 
 
 Ever for me interceding, • 
 
 Constant in untiring love. 
 
 3 Yes, in me abroad he sheddeth 
 
 Joys unearthly, love and light; 
 And to cover me he spreadeth 
 His paternal wing of might. 
 
 4 Yes, in me, in me he dwelleth; 
 
 I in him, and he in me; 
 And my empty soul he tilleth, 
 Here and through eternity. 
 
47. 
 
 II YMNS. 
 
 ONE there is, above all others, 
 w . ii .;> Berves the aume pj Friend; 
 nd a brothi 
 
 y. free, and knows no end. 
 Which nf all our friends, to save us, 
 
 t'ould or wouM have .-lied his blood? 
 Bat our Jesus (fled to hive us 
 
 Reconciled in ftitn to GJoa 
 when he lived on earth abased, 
 
 Friend of sinners was his name; 
 Now, above ail glory raised, 
 
 IK 1 rejoices in tin- same. 
 Oh. tor gnfte our hearts to soften ! 
 
 Teach us. Lord, at length to love; 
 We, alas: forget too often, 
 
 What a Friend we have above. 
 BADEA. S. M. 
 
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 THE Lord my shepherd is, £ 
 
 I shall be well supplied; 
 Since he is mine, and I am his, 
 
 What can I want beside ? 
 He leads me to the place 
 
 Where heavenly pasture grows, 
 Where living waters gently pass, 
 
 And full salvation flows. 
 Dear Shepherd ! if I stray, 
 
 My wandering feet restore: 
 And guard me with thy watchful eye, 
 
 And let me rove no more. 
 
ERNAN. L. M. 
 
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 BLEST are the humble souls that see 
 Their emptiness and poverty. 
 Treasures of grace to them are given. 
 And crowns of joy laid up in heaven. 
 
 2 Blest are the men of broken heart, 
 Who mourn for sin with inward smart ; 
 The blood of Christ divinely flows, 
 
 A healing balm for all their woes. 
 
 3 Blest are the souls .that thirst for grao\ 
 Hunger and long for righteousness. 
 They shall be well supplied and fed 
 With living streams, and living bread. 
 
 4 Blest are the pure whose hearts are clean 
 From the defiling power of sin; 
 
 With endless pleasure they shall see 
 A God of spotless purity. 
 

 
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 50. L- M. 
 
 \ II that I could fol ever dwell. 
 
 Belighttd at fte Savior's feet; 
 
 Behold thf form I love so well. 
 
 And all his tender words repeat ! 
 
 2 The world shut out from all my soul. 
 And heaven brought in with all its blis3, 
 Oh ! is there aught, from pole to pole, 
 One moment to compare with this ? 
 
 ;*» This is the hidden life I prize — 
 A life of penitential love; 
 When most my follies I despise, 
 And raise my highest thoughts above. 
 
 4 Thus would I live till nature fail, 
 And all my former sins forsake; 
 Then rise to God within the vail, 
 And of eternal joys partake. 
 
 51. L. Mo 
 
 COME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
 With lijzht and comfort from above. 
 Be thou our guardian, thou our guide. 
 O'er every thought and step preside. 
 
 2 Lead us to holiness— the road 
 
 Which we must take to dwell with God; 
 Lead us to Christ, the living way, 
 Nor let us from his pastures stray. 
 
 3 Lead us to God, our final re3t, 
 To be with him for ever blest; 
 
 Lead us to heaven, its bli3s to share- 
 Fullness of joy for ever there! 
 
ROCKINCHAM. L. M 
 
 52. L. M. 
 
 p OD of my life ! through all my days 
 ^* My grateful powers shall sound thy praise; 
 The song shall wake with opening light, 
 And warble to the silent night 
 
 2 When anxious care would break my rest, 
 And grief would tear my throbbing breast, 
 Thy tuneful praises raised on high, 
 Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 
 
 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, 
 And all my powers of language fail, 
 Joy thro' my swimming eyes shall break, 
 And mean the thanks I can not speak. 
 
 But, oh ! when that last conflict's o'er, 
 And I am chained to llesh no more, 
 With what glad accents shall I rise 
 To join the music of the skies ! 
 
HYMNS. 45 
 
 53. L- M. 
 
 JESUS ! and shall it ever be, 
 A mortal man ashamed of thee? 
 
 Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise. 
 Whose glories shim 1 through endless days! 
 
 2 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear friend 
 On whom my hopes of heaven depend! 
 No, when 1 blosh he this my shame, 
 That I DO more revere his name. 
 
 o Ashamed <>f Jesus ! yes. I may. 
 When I've no guilt to wash Sway 
 No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
 No fear to quell, no soul to save. 
 
 4 Till then— nor is my boasting vain— 
 Till then I boast a Saviour slain ! 
 And. Oh, may this my glory be, 
 That Christ is not ashamed of me. 
 
 54. L. M. 
 
 GO. labor on ; spend and be spent, — 
 Thy joy to do the Father's will : 
 It is way the Master went; 
 Should not the servant tread it still ? 
 
 2 Go. labor on; 't is not for naught; 
 
 Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain; 
 Men heed thee, love thee, praise "thee not ; 
 The Master praises, —what are men ? 
 
 3 Go, labor on ; enough while here, 
 
 If lie shall praise thee, if he deign 
 Thy willing heart to mark and cheer; 
 No toil for him shall be in vain. 
 
 4 Toil on. and in thy toil rejoice; 
 
 Tor toil comes rest, for exile home; 
 Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, 
 The midnight peal: '-Behold. I come!" 
 
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 55. 
 
 THERE is a safe and secret place 
 Beneath the wings divine, 
 Reserved for all the heirs of grace : 
 Oh, be that refuge mine ! 
 
 2 The least and feeblest there may bide, 
 
 Uninjured and unawed; 
 While thousands fall on every side. 
 He rests secure in God. 
 
 3 He feeds in pastures large and fair, 
 
 Of love and truth divine; 
 O child of God, O glory's heir ! 
 How rich a lot is thine ! 
 
 4 A hand almighty to defend, 
 
 An ear for every call, 
 An honored life, a peaceful end, 
 And heaven to crown it all ! 
 
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 ALMIGHTY God. in humble prayer. 
 To thee our seals we lift: 
 l>.> thou nur waiting minds prepare 
 For thy most needful gift. 
 
 'J We ask not golden streams of wealth, 
 Along <»ur path to Bow; 
 We ask not undecaying health, 
 Nor length of years below; 
 
 .'; We ask not honors, which an hour 
 May bring and take away ; 
 We ask n<»t pleasure, pomp, and power— 
 Li st we should go astray. 
 
 4 We ask for wisdom: Lord, impart 
 The knowledge how to live ; 
 A wise and understanding heart 
 To all before thee give. 
 
 57. CM.' 
 
 DEAR Father, to thy mercy-seat 
 My soul for shelter iiies. 
 'Tis here I find a safe retreat 
 When storms and tempests rise. 
 
 2 My cheerful hope can never die, 
 If thou, my God, art near; 
 Thy grace can raise my comforts high. 
 
 An 1 banish every fear. 
 
 .*; My great Protector, and my Lord, 
 Thy constant aid impart: 
 Oh. Let thy kind, thy gracious word 
 .Sustain my trembling heart ! 
 
 4 Oh. never let my soul remove 
 From this divine retreat ! 
 Still let me trust thy power and love, 
 And dwell beneath thv feet 
 
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 T71R0M every stormy wind that blows, 
 J- From every swelling tide of woes, 
 There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 
 ' r Tis found beneath the mercy-seat 
 
 2 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; 
 Though sundered far. by faith they meet 
 Around one common mercy-seat. 
 
 3 There, there, on eagle wings we soar, 
 And sense and sin molest no more, 
 And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
 And glory crowns the mercy-seat! 
 
SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER. L. M. D. 49 
 
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 SWEET hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer ! 
 That calls me frum a world of care, 
 And bids me at my Father's throne 
 Make all my wants and wishes known ; 
 In seasons of distress and grief. 
 My soul has often found relief. 
 And oft escaped the tempter's snare 
 By thy return, sweet hour of prayer. 
 
 2 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer ! 
 Thy wings shall my petition bear, 
 To him whose truth and faithfulness 
 Engage the waiting soul to bless; 
 Ana since he bids me seek his face, 
 Believe his word, and trust his grace, 
 I'll cast on him my every care, !i 
 And wait for thee,' sweel hour of prayer. 
 
EVAN. CM. 
 
 60. 
 
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 APPROACH, my soul ! the mercy-seat, 
 Where Jesus answers prayer: 
 There humbly fall before his feet, 
 For none can perish there. 
 
 2 Thy promise is my only plea; 
 
 With this I venture nigh : 
 Thou callest burdened souls to thee, 
 And such, Lord ! am I. 
 
 3 Be thou my shield and hiding place, 
 
 That sheltered near thy side, 
 I may my fierce accuser face, 
 And tell him thou hast died. 
 
 ! wondrous love— to bleed and die, 
 To bear the cross and shame, 
 
 That guilty sinners such as I, 
 Might plead thy gracious name ! 
 
I1YMN8. 51 
 
 61. C. M. 
 
 Oil tha| I knew the secret place. 
 Where I might find my God ! 
 1 \i soread mv wants before his face, 
 And pour niy woes abroad. 
 
 2 I'd tell him how my sins arise, 
 
 What sorrows I sustain; 
 llow grace decays and comfort die3 
 And icave.- my heart in pain. 
 
 3 He knows what arguments I'd take 
 
 To wrestle wiiii my God ! 
 I'd plead for his own mercy's sake — 
 I'd plead my Savior's blood. 
 
 4 Arise, my soul ! from deep distress 
 
 And banish every fear ; 
 Be calls thee to his throne of grace, 
 To spread thy sorrows there. 
 
 62. C. M. 
 
 TO whom, my Savior, shall I go, 
 If I depart from thee ? 
 My snide through all this vale of woe, 
 And more than all to me. 
 
 2 The world rejects thy gentle reign, 
 
 And pays thy death with scorn, 
 Oh! they 'could plat thy crown again, 
 And sharpen every thorn. 
 
 3 But I have felt thy dying love 
 
 Breathe gently through my heart, 
 To whisper hope of joys above — 
 And can we ever part ? 
 
 4 Ah, no. with thee I'll walk below, 
 
 My journey to the grave. 
 To whom my Savior, shall I go 
 When only thou ean'st save ? 
 
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 rv THOU great God ! whose piercing eye 
 Distinctly marks each deep recess ; — 
 In these sequestered hours draw nigh, 
 And with thy presence till the place. 
 
 2 Through all the windings of my heart. 
 
 My search let heavenly wisdom guide ; 
 
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 And still its radiant beams impart, 
 Till all be cleansed and purified. 
 
 3 Oh ! with the visits of thy love, 
 
 Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer; 
 Till every grace shall join to prove, 
 That God has fixed his dwelling here. 
 
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 64. U M. 
 
 Tlior only Sovereign of my heart, 
 My Refuge, my almighty Friend! 
 And can 11 1 \ Bool from ttiae) depart, 
 On whom alone my hopes depend! 
 
 1 Whither, ah ! whither shall I go, 
 
 A wretched wand'rer from my Lord.' 
 Can this dark world of Bin and woe 
 One glimpse of happiness afford ? 
 
 3 Thy name my inmost powers adore, 
 
 Thou art my life, my joy, my care; 
 Depart from thee !— 'tis death, 't is more, 
 T is endless ruin — deep despair ! 
 
 4 Low at thy feet my soul would lie: 
 
 Here safety dwells, and peace divine: 
 Still let me live beneath thine eye, 
 For life, eternal life is thine. 
 
 65. L. M. 
 
 ?r F IS by the faith of joys to come 
 X We walk thro' deserts dark as night : 
 
 Till we arrive at heaven, our home, 
 Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 
 
 2 The want of sujht she well supplies; 
 She makes the pearly gates appear; 
 Far into distant worlds she pries. 
 And brings eternal glories near. 
 
 :5 Cheerful we tread the desert through. 
 While faith inspires a heavenly ray: 
 Though lions roar, and tempests blow, 
 Ami rock3 and dangers till the way. 
 
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 A CHARGE to keep I have, 
 •**• A God to glorify; 
 
 A never^ying soul to save, 
 And fit it lor the sky. 
 
 2 Arm me with jealous care, 
 
 As in thy sight to five; 
 And oh ! thy servant* Lord, prepare 
 A strict account to give. 
 
 3 Help me to watch and pray, 
 
 And on thyself rely; 
 Assured, if I my trust betray, 
 I shall forever die. 
 
HYMNS. 55 
 
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 npHE 'lay La past and irone: 
 _L Ttie evening shades appear; 
 O. may we all remember well 
 The night of death draws new 
 
 2 We lay our garments by 
 I 'p. mi our beds t<» rest; 
 - death will Boon disrobe us all, 
 < If v.uaL we hen 
 
 68. & i 
 
 THE Spirit, in our hearts, 
 Is whispering, '•Sinner, come;" 
 The briae, the church of Christ, proclaims 
 To all his children, '-Come I" 
 
 2 Lot him that heaceth say 
 
 To all about him, "Come;'' 
 Let him that thirsts for righteousness, 
 To Christ, the Fountain, come ! 
 
 3 Yes, whosoever will, 
 
 Oh, let him freely come, 
 And freely drink the stream of life; 
 'T is Jesus bid3 him come. 
 
 69. S. 11 
 
 AND canst thou, sinner, slight 
 The call of love divine ! 
 .-hall God with tenderness invite, 
 And gain no thought of thine ? 
 
 2 "Wilt thou not cease to grieve 
 
 The Spirit from thy breast. 
 Till he thy wretched soul shall leave, 
 With all thy sins oppressed? 
 
 3 To-' lay a pardVin:: God 
 
 Will hear the suppliant pray: 
 To-day. a Savior's cleansing blood 
 Will wa^h thy guilt away. 
 
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 70. 
 
 HARK, my soul ! it is the Lord ; 
 'T is thy Savior; hear his word; 
 Jesus speaks, and speaks to theer 
 "Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me? 
 
 2 "Mine is an unchanging love, 
 Higher than the heights above, 
 Deeper than the depths beneath, 
 Free and faithful, strong as death. 
 
 3 "Thou shalt see my glory soon, 
 When the work of grace is done; 
 Partner of my throne shalt be: 
 Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?" 
 
 4 Lord ! it is my chief complaint 
 That my love is cold and faint; 
 Yet I love thee, and adore: 
 
 Oh for grace to love thee more ! 
 
HYMNS. 57 
 
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 DEPTH of mercy !— can there be 
 Mercy still reserved for me? 
 
 Can in) God his wrath forbear? 
 lie, the chief of sinners, spare ? 
 
 2 I have scorned the Son of God, 
 Trampled on his precious blood, 
 
 Would not hearken to his calls, 
 Grieved him by a thousand falls. 
 
 '6 Lord, inline me to repent; 
 Let me now my fall lament — 
 Deeply my revolt deplore, 
 Weep, believe, and sin no more. 
 
 4 Still for me the Saviour stands, 
 Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands; 
 God is love, I know, I feel; 
 Jesus weeps, and loves me still. 
 
 72. 7s. 
 
 HASTE. sinner ! now be wise; 
 Stay not for the morrow's sun: 
 Wisdom if you still despise, 
 Harder is it to be won. 
 
 2 Haste, and mercy now implore: 
 
 Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
 Lest the season should be o'er 
 Ere the morrow is beirun. 
 
 3 Haste, O sinner ! now return; 
 
 Stay not for the morrow's sun. 
 Lest thy lamp should cease to burn 
 Ere salvation's work is done. 
 
58 
 
 BALERMA. CM. 
 
 73. 
 
 CM. 
 
 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed? 
 And did my Sovereign die? 
 Would he devote that sacred head 
 For such a worm as I ? 
 
 2 Was it for crimes that I had done 
 
 He groaned upon the tree? 
 Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
 And love beyond degree ! 
 
 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
 
 And shut his glories in, 
 When God, the mighty Maker, died 
 For man the creature's sin. 
 
 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 
 
 While his dear cross appears; 
 
 Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
 
 And melt mine eyes to tears. 
 
 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
 
 The debt of love I owe: 
 Here, Lord, I give myself away: 
 'Tis all that I can do. 
 
HYMNS. 59 
 
 74. C. M. 
 
 SAW One'hanging on | free, 
 
 I 
 
 In agony and blood, 
 
 Wiio lixed bis languid rye- ofl me, 
 
 As near the cross I stood. 
 2 Sure, never, till my latest breath, 
 
 Can I forget that look : 
 It seemed to charge me with his death, 
 
 Though not a word he spoke. 
 Alas! I knew not what I did. 
 
 But now my tears are vain; 
 Where shall my trembling soul be hid? 
 
 For I the Lord have siain. 
 
 4 A second look he gave, then said, 
 "I freely all forgive: 
 This blood is for thy ransom paid; 
 I die that thou may'st live." 
 
 0' 
 
 75. C. M. 
 
 iH for a cioser walk with God, 
 A calm and heavenly frame — 
 A light to shine upon the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb ! 
 
 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, 
 
 When first I saw the Lord? 
 Where is the soul-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus aDd his word ? 
 
 3 Return, holy Dove! return, 
 
 Sweet messenger of rest ! 
 I hate the sin3 that made thee mourn, 
 And drove thee from my breast. 
 
 4 The clearest idol I have known, 
 
 Whate'er that idol be, 
 Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
 And worship only thee. 
 
 5 So shall my walk be close with God, 
 
 Calm and serene my frame; 
 So purer light shall mark the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
WINDHAM. L. M. 
 
 76. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 a 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? 
 
 2 My lips with shame my sins confess, 
 Against thy law, against thy grace; 
 Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, 
 I am condemned, hut thou art clear. 
 
 3 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord! 
 Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, 
 Would light on some sweet promise there, 
 Some sure support against despair. 
 
HYMNS. 61 
 
 77 L. M. 
 
 Af'.RoKKN heart rm Go^ my K:n_. 
 tin' sacrifice 1 bring ; 
 
 ?pise 
 A roki :i heart for sacrifice. 
 
 2 My soul lies bumbled in the float, 
 An 1 owns thy dreadful sentence just; 
 
 k down. <> Lrd, with pitving eye, 
 And save the soul condemned i 
 
 3 Then will I teach the world thy way?: 
 Sinnem shall learn thy sown-km grace : 
 I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood! 
 And they shall praise a pardoning God. 
 
 4 oh. may thy love inspire my tongue! 
 Salvation shall be all my song; 
 
 And all my powers shall join to bless 
 
 The Lord,*niy Strength and Righteousness. 
 
 78. L. M. 
 
 1TTIIEX I survey the wondrous cross 
 \Y On which the Prince of Glory died. 
 .My richest gain I count but loss, 
 And pour couteinpt on all my pride. 
 
 2 Forbid it Lord, lhat I should boast. 
 Save in the death of Christ my God: 
 All the vain things that charm me most— 
 I sacrifice them to his blood. 
 
 . from his head, his hands, his feet, 
 Sorrow and love, flow mingled down ! 
 Did e'er such love and sorrow need 
 Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 
 
 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine. 
 That were an orfi-rimr far too small, 
 Love so amazing, so divine. 
 Demands my soul, my life, my all! 
 
FULTON. 7s. W.B.BRADBURY. 
 
 By per. 
 
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 79. 
 
 COME, my soul ! thy suit prepare, 
 Jesus loves to answer prayer; 
 He himself has bid thee pray: 
 Rise, and ask without delay. 
 
 2 With my burden I begin;— 
 Lord! remove this load of sin : 
 Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
 Set my conscience free from guilt. 
 
 3 Lord ! I come to thee for rest, 
 Take possession of my breast : 
 There, thy sovereign right maintain, 
 And without a rival, reign, 
 
 4 While I am a pilgrim here, 
 Let thy love my spirit cheer ; 
 
 Be my guide, my guard my friend :— 
 Lead me to my journey's end. 
 
HYMNS. 6 3 
 
 80. I 
 
 BLEEDING hearts, defiled bt sin, 
 .1. bus Christ can make you clean, 
 Contrite souls, with .-in oppress 
 Jestta Christ can give you rest. 
 
 2 You that mourn o'er follies past. 
 Precious hours and years laid waste- 
 Turn to God, (.) turn and live, 
 
 Jesus Christ can still forgive. 
 
 3 You that oft have wandered far 
 From the light of Jiethle em's star. 
 Tr>-inl>linLr. now your steps retrace, 
 Jesus Christ is full of grace. 
 
 4 Souls benighted and forlorn, 
 Grieved afflicted, tempest-worn, 
 Now in Israel's Rock confide; 
 Jesus Christ for man has died. 
 
 81. 7s. 
 
 CAST thy burden on the Lord ; 
 Lean thou only on his word: 
 Ever will he lie thy stay. 
 Though the heavens shall melt away. 
 
 2 Ever in the raging storm, 
 
 Thou shalt see his cheering form. 
 Hear his pledge of coming aid: 
 '•It is I, be not afraid." 
 
 3 Cast thy burden at his feet; 
 Linger near his mercy-seat! 
 lb- will lead the<» by the hand 
 Gently to the better land. 
 
 4 He will crird thee by his power. 
 In thy wean - , fainting hour ; 
 Lean. then, loving, on his word; 
 Cast thv burden on the Lord. 
 
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 C. M. 
 
 MY God, my Father, blissful name ! 
 Oh, may I call thee mine ? 
 May I with sweet assurance claim 
 A portion so divine ? 
 
 2 TVhate'er thy providence denies 
 
 I calmly would resign; 
 For thou art good, and just, and wise : 
 Oh, bend my will to thine ! 
 
 3 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains, 
 
 Oh, give me strength to bear ! 
 And let me know my Father reigns, 
 And trust his tender care. 
 
 4 Thy sovereign ways are all unknown 
 
 To my weak, erring sight; 
 Yet let my soul adoring own 
 That all thy ways are right. 
 
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 IIVMNS. 
 
 83. C. M. 
 
 ;ather ! whate'er of earthly bliss 
 
 Thy BOVtreigll hand dmies. 
 Accepted at thy throne of grace, 
 
 Let this petition rise : 
 "Give me a calm, a tliankful heart, 
 
 From every murmur free: 
 The iflessings of thy grace impart, 
 
 And make me live to thee. 
 -Let the sweet hope that thou art mine 
 
 My life and death attend; 
 Thy pre senc e through my journey shine, 
 
 And crown my journey's end.*' 
 
 65 
 
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 kO not I love thee, my Lord? 
 Behold my heart and see ; 
 And turn the dearest idol out 
 
 That dares to rival thee. 
 Do not I love thee from my soul ? 
 
 Then let me nothing love: 
 Dead be my heart to every joy 
 
 When Jesus can not move. 
 Is not thy name melodious still 
 
 To my attentive ear? 
 Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound 
 
 My Saviour's voice to hear ? 
 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock 
 
 I would disdain to feed ? 
 Hast thou a foe before whose face 
 
 I fear thy cause to plead ? 
 Would not my heart pour forth its blood 
 
 In honor of thy name? 
 And challenge the cold hand of death 
 
 To damp th immortal flame? 
 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord; 
 
 But. oh ! I long to soar 
 Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
 
 And learn to love thee more. 
 
HENDON. 7s. 
 
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 85. 
 
 TO thy pastures fair and large, 
 Heavenly Shepherd, lead thy charge 
 And my couch with tend'rest care, 
 'Mid the springing grass prepare. 
 
 2 When I faint with summer's heat, 
 Thou shaft guide my weary feet 
 To the streams that, still and slow. 
 Through the "verdant meadows flow. 
 
 3 Constant to my latest end. 
 Thou my footsteps shalt attend : 
 Thou shalt bid thy hallowed dome 
 Yield me an eternal home. 
 
 86. 
 
 BLESSED fountain, full of Grace ! 
 Grace for sinners, grace for me; 
 To this source alone I trace, 
 What I am, and hope to be. 
 
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HYMNS. 57 
 
 2 What I am. as oae redeeaeti, 
 
 Saved and rescued by die Lord; 
 Bating wnat I once esteemed, 
 Loving what 1 once abhorred 
 
 :> What I hope to be ere long, 
 When 1 tak<- my place above. 
 When I join the heavenly throng, 
 WhtMi I see me God of Love. ~ 
 
 4 Then I hope like him to be, 
 
 Who redeemed bia saints from sin. 
 Whom I now obscurely see, 
 Through a vail that stands between. 
 
 5 Blessed fountain full of srrace ! 
 
 Grace for sinners, grate for me; 
 To this source alone I trace 
 What I am, and hope to be. 
 
 87. 
 
 \TTHO, Lord, when life is o'er, 
 YY Shall to heaven's blest mansions soar'! 
 Who, an ever-welcome guest, 
 In thy holy place shall rest ? 
 
 2 He whose heart thy love has warmed ; 
 He whose will to thine conformed, 
 Bids his life unsullied run; 
 
 He whose words and thoughts are one ;— 
 
 3 He who shuns the sinner's road, 
 Loving those who love their God; 
 Who. with hope and faith unfeigned, 
 Treads the path by thee ordained. 
 
 4 He who trusts in Christ alone, 
 Not in aught himself hath done ; — 
 He, great God, shall be thy care, 
 And thy choicest blessings share. 
 
WARD. L. M. 
 
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 88. L. M. 
 
 GOD is the refuge of his saints, 
 When storms of sharp distress invade; 
 Ere we can offer our complaints, 
 Behold him present with his aid. 
 
 2 Loud may the troubled ocean roar; 
 
 In. sacred peace our souls abide; 
 While every nation, every shore, 
 Trembles and dreads the swelling tide. 
 
 3 There is a stream, whose gentle flow 
 
 Supplies the city of our God, 
 Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, 
 And watering our divine abode. 
 
 4 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love. 
 
 Secure against a threatening hour; 
 Nor can her firm foundations move, 
 Built on his truth and armed with power. 
 
 89. L. M. 
 
 OH, happy day, that fixed my choice 
 On thee, my Saviour, and my God ! 
 Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
 And tell its raptures all abroad. 
 2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vow3 
 To him who merits all my love ! 
 Let cheerful anthems fill his house, 
 While to that sacred shrine I move. 
 
UYMNS. 
 
 
 69 
 
 Now, teat, my long-divided heart ! 
 Fixed on this bttssftil center, rest; 
 With ashes who would grudige to part, 
 When called on angels' bread to feast. 
 High Heareft, that heard the solemn vow, 
 That vow renewed shall daily hear; 
 Till in HUB'S latest hour I bow, 
 And bless in death a bond so dear. 
 
 BARTIMEUS 
 
 
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 90. • 8s & 7s. 
 
 "X the cross of Christ I glory, 
 Towering o'er the wrecks of time; 
 All the light of sacred story, 
 
 Gathers round its head sublime. 
 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 
 
 Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, 
 Never shall the cross forsake me: 
 
 Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 
 When the sun of bliss is beaming 
 
 Light and love upon my way, 
 From the cross the radiance streaming, 
 
 Adds new luster to the day. 
 
 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 
 
 By the cross are sanctified; 
 Peace is there, that knows no measure, 
 
 Joys that through all time abide. 
 
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 What its signs of promise are. 
 Traveler, o'er yon mountain's height, 
 See that glory-beaming star ! 
 
 2 Watchman, does its beauteous ray 
 
 Aught of joy or hope foretell? 
 Traveler, yes: it brings the day, 
 Promised day of Israel. 
 
 3 Watchman, tell us of the night: 
 
 Higher yet that star ascends. 
 Traveler, blessedness and light, 
 Peace and truth, its course portends. 
 
 4 Watchman, will its beams alone 
 
 Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
 Traveler, ages are its own: 
 See ! it bursts o'er all the earth ! 
 
 5 Watchman, tell us of the night, 
 
 For the morning seems to dawn. 
 
 Traveler, darkness takes its flight. 
 
 Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
 
 6 Watchman, let thy wanderings cease; 
 
 Hie thee to thy quiet home. 
 Traveler, lo ! the Prince of Peace, 
 Lo ! the Son of God is come ! 
 
 
UNWIN. 8s & 4. 
 
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 93. 
 
 MY God, my Father, while I stray 
 Far from thy homo, on life's rough way, 
 Oh, teach me from my heart to say, 
 "Thy will be done!" 
 
 2 If thou shouldst call me to resign 
 What most I prize,— it ne'er was mine ; 
 I only yield thee what was thine: 
 
 "Thy will be done !" 
 
 3 If but my fainting heart be blest 
 With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, 
 My God, to thee I leave the rest: 
 
 Thy will be done!" 
 
 I CAN not always trace the way 
 Where thou, Almighty One dost move; 
 But I can always, always sav 
 That God is love. 
 
 2 When fear her chilling mantle flings 
 
 O'er earth, my soul to heaven above, 
 As to her native home, upsprings; 
 For God is love. 
 
 3 When myst'ry clouds my darkened path, 
 
 I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove ; 
 In this my soul sweet comfort hath, 
 That God is love. 
 
 4 Oh may this truth my heart employ, 
 
 Bid every gloomy thought remove, 
 And turn all tears, all woes to jov,— 
 Thou. God, art Love. 
 
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HOWARD. C. M. 
 
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 94. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 DEAR Refuge of my weary soul, 
 On thee, when sorrows rise — 
 On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 
 My fainting hope relies. 
 
 3 To thee I tell each rising grief. 
 For thou alone canst heal: 
 Thy word can bring a sweet relief 
 For every pain I feel. 
 
 3 Thy mercy-seat is open still; 
 Here let my soul retreat, 
 With humble hope attend thy will, 
 And wait beneath thy feet. 
 
HYMNS. 73 
 
 95. C. M 
 
 0LO1D) I would denght in thee, 
 And <>n thy care depend; 
 To thee in every trouble :'. 
 
 My best, my only friend. 
 2 When all created Btreama are dried, 
 Thy fullness is the B&me: 
 
 May I with this lie satisfied, 
 
 An<l glory in thy name: 
 ;; lie who has mad*' my heaven secure, 
 
 Will hriv all good provide: 
 While Christ is rich can 1 lie poor? 
 
 What can I want beside? 
 4 Lord, I cast my care on thee; 
 
 1 triumph and adore: 
 Henceforth my great concern shall be 
 
 To love and please thee more. 
 
 96. C. M. 
 
 JESUS, those eyes have never seen 
 That radiant form of thine! 
 The vail of sense hangs dark between 
 Thy blessed face and mine ! 
 
 2 I Bee thee not, I hear thee not, 
 
 ret art thou oft with me; 
 And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot, 
 As where 1 meet with thee. 
 
 3 Like some bright dream that comes unsought, 
 
 When slumbers o'er me roll, 
 
 Thine image ever tills my thought, 
 
 And charms my ravished soul. 
 
 4 Vet though I have not seen, and still 
 
 Must rest in faith alone: 
 I love thee, dearest Lord !— and will, 
 Unseen, but not unknown. 
 
 5 When death these mortal eye3 shall seal, 
 
 And stdl this throbbing heart, 
 The rending vail shall thee reveal, 
 All irlorious as thou art ! 
 
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 DENNIS. S. M. 
 
 97. 
 
 Oil. cease, my wandering soul, 
 On restless wings to roam ; 
 All this wide world, tb either pole, 
 Hath not for thee a home. 
 
 2 Behold the ark of God ! 
 
 Behold the open door ! 
 O, haste to gain that dear abode, 
 And rove, my soul, no more. 
 
 3 There safe thou shalt abide, 
 
 There sweet shall be thy rest, 
 And every longing satislied, 
 With full salvation blest. 
 
 98. 
 
 ¥HILE my Redeemer's near, 
 My shepherd and my guide, 
 1 bid farewell to anxious fear; 
 
 My wants are all supplied. 
 To ever fragrant meads. 
 
 Where rich abundance grows, 
 His gracious hand indulgent leads, 
 
 And guards my sweet repose. 
 Dear Shepherd, if I stray, 
 
 My wandering feet restore; 
 To thy fair pastures guide my way. 
 
 And let me rove no more. 
 
 S. M. 
 
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 HYMKS. 
 
 99. — s. M. 
 
 i »w gentle God's commands] 
 How kind his precepts ore ! 
 Some, fast your burdens on the Lord, 
 And trust his Constant care. 
 
 2 Beneath his watchful eye 
 
 His saints securely dwell; 
 That hand which hears all nature up, 
 Shall guard his children well. 
 
 3 Why should this anxious load 
 
 I'n.-s down your weary mind? 
 Haste to <>ur heavenly Fathers throne, 
 And sweet refreshment lind. 
 
 4 His goodness stands approved, 
 
 Unchanged from day to day: 
 I'll drop my burden at his feet, 
 And bear a song away. 
 
 100. S.M. 
 
 COMMIT thou all thy griefs 
 And ways into his hands: 
 To his sun? truth and tender care, 
 Who earth and heaven commands — 
 
 2 Who points the clouds their course, 
 
 Whom winds and seas obey : 
 lie shall direct thy wandering feet, 
 He shall prepare thy way. 
 
 3 On God alone rely : 
 
 Then safe shalt thou go on : 
 Fix on his work thy steadfast eye ; 
 
 Then shall thy work be done* 
 ■i When he makes bare his arm. 
 
 What shall his aim withstand? 
 When lie will save Ins friends from harm. 
 
 Who. who shall stay his hand ? 
 1 He hears thy softest prayer. 
 
 He girded] thee with might; 
 His works the purest blessings are; 
 
 His ways, the purest light. 
 
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 101. 8s&7s 
 
 LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling- 
 Borders on the shades of death ! 
 Rise on us, thyself revealing, 
 Rise and chase the clouds beneath. 
 
 2 Thou, of heaven and earth Creator ! 
 
 In our deepest darkness rise ; 
 Scatter all the night of nature; 
 Pour the day upon our eyes. 
 
 3 Still we wait for thine appearing; 
 
 Life and joy thy beams impart, 
 Chasing all our fears, and cheering 
 Every poor, benighted heart. 
 
 4 By thine all-sufficient merit, 
 
 Every burdened soul release; 
 
 Every weary, wandering spirit, 
 
 Guide into thy perfect peace. 
 
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 102. 8sAk 
 
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 M\ Redeemer, and my King! 
 I would love thee; for, without tfeee, 
 Is But a I litter thing. 
 
 2 I would love thee; every blessing 
 
 Flows to me from out thy throne; 
 I would love thee be who loves thee 
 Never feels himself ajpne. 
 
 o I would love thee: look upon me, 
 Ever guide me with thine eye; 
 I would love thee, God my Savior, 
 Love and serve thee till I die. 
 
 103. 8s & 7s.. 
 
 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, 
 Zion, city of our God; 
 He whose word can ne'er be broken 
 Chose thee for his own abode. 
 
 2 Lord, thy church is still thy dwelling. 
 
 Still is precious in thy Bight; 
 Judah's temple far excelling, 
 Beaming with the gospel'3 light. 
 
 3 On the Rock of Ages founded, 
 
 What can shake her sure repose? 
 With salvation's wall surrounded, 
 She can smile at all her foes. 
 
 4 Glorious things of thee are spoken, 
 
 Zion, city of our God; 
 lie whose word can ne'er be broken 
 Chose thee for his own abode.. 
 
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 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing 
 Which before the cross I spend, 
 Life and health, and peace possessing, 
 From the sinner's dying Friend. 
 
 2 Love and grief my heart dividing, 
 
 With my tear3 his feet I'll bathe; 
 Constant still, in faith abiding, 
 Life deriving from his death. 
 
 3 Truly blessed is this station, 
 
 Low before his cross to lie; 
 While I see divine compassion 
 Beaming in his gracious eye. 
 
 4 Here I'll sit- forever viewing 
 
 Mercy streaming in his blood; 
 Precious drops my soul bedewing. 
 Plead and claim my peace with God. 
 
HYMNS. 79 
 
 105. & & 7s. 
 
 GENTLY, Lord! <.h, gently lead us 
 Through this lonely vale of tears; 
 Through ih«' changes thou'st decreed us. 
 
 Till our last great change appears: 
 When temptation's darts assail as, 
 When in devious paths we stray, 
 Let thy goodness never Call us; 
 Lead us in thy perfect way. 
 
 2 In the hour of pain and anguish, 
 
 In the h<»ur when death draws near, 
 Suffer not our hearts to languish, 
 
 Suffer not our souls to fear: 
 And. when mortal life is ended, 
 
 Bid us on thy bosom rest; 
 Till by angel-bands attended. 
 
 We awake among the blest. 
 
 106. 8s&7s. 
 
 JESUS ! who on Calvry's mountain 
 Poured thy precious blood for me, 
 Wash me in its Bowing fountain, 
 That my soul may spotless be. 
 
 2 I have sinned, but. oh. restore me; 
 
 For, unless thou smile on me. 
 Dark is all the world before me, 
 Darker yet eternity ! 
 
 3 In thy word I hear thee saying. 
 
 "Come, and I Mill give you rest;" 
 Glad the gracious call obeying, 
 See, I hasten to thy breast. 
 
 1 Grant, oh, grant thy Spirit's teaching, 
 That I may not go astray. 
 Till, the gate of heaven reaching. 
 Earth and sin are passed away: 
 
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 MY Shepherd will Supply my need, 
 Jehovah is his name; 
 In pastures fresh he makes me feed, 
 Beside the living stream. 
 
 2 He brings my wandering spirit back, 
 
 When I forsake his ways ; 
 And leads me for his mercy's sake, 
 In paths of truth and grace. 
 
 3 The sure provisions of my God 
 
 Attend me all my days; 
 Oh ! may thy house be mine abode, 
 And all my work be praise. 
 
 4 There I would find a settled rest, 
 
 While others go and come; 
 No more a stranger or a guest, 
 But like a child at home. 
 
BRADFORD. C. M. 
 
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 I KNOW that my Redeemer lives, 
 And ever prays for me: 
 A token of his iove lie gives, 
 A pledge of liberty. 
 
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 2 I find him lifting up my head; 
 
 He brings salvation near: 
 His presence makes me free indeed, 
 And he will soon appear. 
 
 3 Jesus, I hang upon thy word; 
 
 1 steadfastly believe 
 
 Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord, 
 And to thvself receive. 
 
 4 When God is mine, and I am his, 
 Of paradise possessed, 
 I taste unutterable bliss, 
 And everlasting rest. 
 
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 THE Lord is my shepherd; he makes me repose, 
 Where the pastures in beauty are groMng; 
 He leads me alar from the world and its woes, 
 Where in peace the still waters are flowing. 
 2 He strengthens my spirit, he shows me the path. 
 Where the arms of his love shall enfold me: 
 And when I walk through the dark valley of death, 
 His rod and his staff will uphold me. 
 
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 Oil. tell me, thou life and delight of my soul, 
 Where the flock of thy pasture is feeding; 
 i seek thy protection, I need thy control 
 I would go where my Shepherd is leading. 
 2 Oh. tell me the place where thy flock are at rest, 
 Where the noontide will find* them reposing: 
 The tempest now rages, my soul is distressed, 
 And the pathway of peace 1 am losing. 
 
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 :- And why should I stray with the Hocks of thy foes. 
 In the (Insert when' now tiny an- roving; 
 Wfhere hanger ami thirst, win re contentions ami woes 
 Ami tierce Conflicts their ruin an- proving ! 
 
 4 Ah. When shall my woes ami my Wandering cease. 
 
 Ami the follies that liil me with weeping! 
 o shepherd of Israel, restore me that peace, 
 Thou dost give to the flock thou art keeping! 
 
 5 \ roice from the Shepherd now Lids me return 
 
 Ii\ the way where the foot-prints are lying ; 
 No longer to wander, no longer to mourn: 
 And homeward my spirit is flying. 
 
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 CHILD of sin and sorrow, 
 Filled with dismay, 
 Wait not for to-morrow, 
 Yield thee to-day: 
 Heaven bids thee come. 
 While yet there's room ; 
 Child of sin and sorrow, 
 Hear and obey. 
 
 2 Child of sin and sorrow. 
 Why wilt thou die 1 
 Come, while thou canst borrow 
 Help from on high: 
 Grieve not that love, 
 Which from above, 
 Child of sin and sorrow. 
 Would brinir thee niirh. 
 
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 COME, we who love the Lord, 
 And let our joys be known ; 
 Join in a song of sweet accord, 
 And thus surround the throne. 
 
 2 Let those refuse to sing 
 
 Who never knew our God ; 
 But children of the heavenly King 
 May speak their joys abroad. 
 
 3 The hill of Zion yields 
 
 A thousand sacred sweets, 
 Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
 Or walk the golden streets. 
 
 4 Then let our songs abound, 
 
 .And every tear be dry: 
 We're marching through Immanuel's ground 
 To fairer worlds on hiarh. 
 
HYMNS. 85 
 
 113. S.M. 
 
 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord.— 
 The house of thin*' abode, 
 The church our blest Redeemer saved 
 With his own precious blood. 
 
 2 I love thy church, O God ! 
 
 Her walls before thee stand. 
 Dear as the apple of thine eye, 
 And graven on thy hand. 
 
 3 For her my tears shall fall, 
 
 For her my prayers ascend; 
 To her my cares and toils be given, 
 Till toils and cares shall end. 
 
 4 Sure as thy truth shall last, 
 
 To Zion shall be given 
 The brightest glories earth can yield, 
 And brighter bliss of heaven. 
 
 1 14. S. M. 
 
 MY soul it Is thy God 
 Who calls thee by his grace ; 
 Now loose thee from each cumbering load, 
 And bend thee to the race. 
 
 2 Make thy salvation sure; 
 
 All sloth and slumber shun ; 
 
 Nor dare a moment rest secure, 
 
 Till thou the goal hast won. 
 
 3 Thy crown of life hold fast; 
 
 Thy heart with courage stay; 
 Nor let one trembling glance be cast 
 Along the backward way. 
 
 4 Thy path ascends the skie3, 
 
 With conquering footsteps blight; 
 And thou shalt win and wear the prize 
 In everlasting light. 
 
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 HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, 
 Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! 
 What more can he say than to you he hath said, 
 Who unto the Savior for refuge have lied: — 
 
 2 " Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed; 
 For I am thy God, I will still give thee aid: 
 I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cau.se thee to stand, 
 Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 
 
 o "When through the dee]) waters I call thee to go, 
 The rivers of sorrow shall not overtlow ; 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, 
 And sanctify to thee thy deepest distr 
 '•The soul thai on Jesus hath leaned for r ; 
 I will not, I will nQt desert to bingoes; 
 
 That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, 
 I'll never-i-no, never— no, never forsake!" 
 
 116. lis- 
 
 OEYES that are weary, and hearts that are sore ! 
 Look oil unto .Jesus, now sorrow do more ! 
 The li irli t of his countenance shiueth >o bright, 
 That here, as in heaven, there need be no night. 
 While looking to Jesus my heart cannot fear; 
 I tremble no more when 1 see Jt .-us near; 
 I know that his presence my safeguard will be, 
 For, ••Why are ye troubled?" he saith unto me. 
 Still looking to Jesus, oh, may I be found, 
 When Jordan's dark waters encompass me round: 
 They bear me away in bis presence to be: 
 I see him still nearer whom always 1 see. 
 
 117. Us. 
 
 I ONCE was a stranger to grace and to God; 
 I knew not my danger, and felt not my load; 
 Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ on the tree, 
 Jehovah my Savior, seemed nothing to me. 
 When free grace awoke me by fight from on high, 
 Then legal fears shook me: I trembled to die: 
 No refuge, no safety, in self could I see: 
 Jehovah, thou only* my Saviour must be. 
 My terrors all vanished before his sweet name; 
 My guilty fears banished, with lioldness I came 
 To drink at the fountain so copious and free: 
 Jehovah, my Savior, is all things to me. 
 Jehovah, the Lord, is my treasure and boast; 
 Jehovah my Savior,— I ne'er can be lost: 
 In thee I shall cor.quor, by Hood and by field, 
 Jehovah, my anchor, Jehovah my shield ! 
 Ev'n treading the valley, the shadow of death, 
 This watchword shall rally my faltering breath; 
 Fur. while from life's fever my God sets me free, 
 Jehovah, my Savior, my death-song shall be r 
 
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 118. 
 
 Mia soldier of the cross, 
 A follower of the Lamb ? 
 And shall I fear to own his cau3e, 
 Or blush to speak his name ? 
 3 Must I be carried to the skies 
 On flowery beds of ease, 
 While others fought to win the prize 
 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. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 19. 
 
 CM. 
 
 Oil, speed thee, Christian ! on thy way, 
 And to thine armor cling; 
 With girded loins the call obey 
 
 Which grace and mercy bring. 
 There is a battle to be fought, 
 An upward race to run, 
 
II V M N 8 . 
 
 A crown of glory to be Bought, 
 
 \ \ .-lory i,» be WOl . 
 .") Oh. faint n-'t. Christian! forthysighs 
 Aiv heard before the throne; 
 Thf race must come before the prize, 
 The en the crown. 
 
 120. ( - M - 
 
 AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, 
 Ami press with vigor on: 
 a heavenly race demands thy seal, 
 A bright, immortal crown. 
 
 2 A cloud of witnesses around 
 
 Hold thee in full survey: 
 Forget the steps already trod, 
 And onward urge thy way. 
 
 3 'Tis God's all animating voico, 
 
 That calls thee from on high.; 
 Tis his own hand presents the prize 
 To thine aspiring eye. 
 
 4 Blest Savior, introduced by thee, 
 
 Have I my race begun, 
 And crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet 
 I'll lay my honors down. 
 
 121. CM. 
 
 ARISE, my soul ! my joyful powers. 
 And triumph in my God; 
 Awake, my voice ! and loud proclaim 
 His glorious grace abroad. 
 
 2 The arms of everlasting love 
 
 Beneath my soul be placed, 
 And on the Rock of A'^'s set 
 My slippery footsteps fast. 
 
 3 The city of my blest abode 
 
 Is walled around with grace; 
 .Jon for a bulwark stands, 
 To shield the sacred place. 
 
 4 Arise, my soul ! awake, my voice [ 
 
 And tunes of pleasure sing : 
 Loud hallelujahs shall address 
 My Savior and my King. 
 
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 MY soul ! be on tin' guard ! 
 Ten thousand fot-s arisr: 
 The hosts of sin are pressing hard, 
 To draw thee from the skies. 
 
 2 O. watch, and fight, and pray: — 
 
 The battle ne'er give o'er ; 
 Renew it boldly every day, 
 And help divine implore. 
 
 3 Ne'er think the victory won, 
 
 Nor once at ease sit down ; 
 Thy arduous work will not be done, 
 Till thou obtain thy crown. 
 
 123. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 MY soul ! weigh not thy life. 
 Against thy heavenly crown, 
 Nor sutler Satan's deadliest strife 
 To beat thy courage down. 
 
 2 The battle soon will vMd, 
 If thou thy pan fulfill : 
 For, strong as is the hostile shield, 
 Thv sword is strong r still 
 
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 Thine armor ia divine, — 
 Thy feet with yict'ry shod: 
 
 And on thy head shall quickly shine 
 The diadem of God! 
 
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 BREAST the wave, Christian, when it is strongest; 
 Watch for day. Christian, when Right is Icngest; 
 rani and onward still be thine endeavor; 
 The rest that remaineth endnreth for ever. 
 
 2 Fight the fight, Christian. Jesus is o'er thee; 
 Tain the race, Christian, heaven is before thee; 
 He who hath promised faltereth never ; 
 
 Oh, trust in the love that endnreth for ever. 
 
 3 Lift the eye. Christian, just as it closeth ; 
 
 the heart, Christian, ere it reposeth: 
 Nothing thy soul from the Savior shall sever: 
 
 . .-halt thou mount upward to praisu him for ever. 
 
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 125. 
 
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 STAND up!— stand up for Jesus! 
 Ye soldiers of the cross; 
 Lift high his royal banner, 
 
 It must not suffer loss: 
 From vict'ry unto vict'ry 
 His army shall he lead. 
 Till every foe is vanquished. 
 And Christ is Lord indeed. 
 
 Stand up !— stand up for Jesus! 
 
 Stand in his strength alone; 
 The arm of flesh will fail you— 
 
 Ye dare not trust your own: 
 Put on the irospel armor. 
 
 And watching unto prayer, 
 Where duty calls, or danger, 
 
 Be never wanting there. 
 
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 3 Stand up! -?tan<l up for Jeans 
 
 The strife will not be lonir; 
 This day the noise of battle, 
 
 The next the victor's song: 
 To him that overcometh, 
 
 a crown of life shall be; 
 lh> with the King of Glory 
 
 Shall reign eternally ! 
 
 126. 7s&6s. 
 
 IN heavenly lore abiding; 
 No Change my heart shall fear, 
 And safe is such confiding, 
 
 For nothing changes here: 
 The storm may roar without me, 
 
 My heart may low be laid, 
 But God is round about me, 
 And can I be dismayed ? 
 
 2 Wherever he may guide me, 
 
 No want shall turn me back; 
 My Shepherd i3 beside me, 
 
 And nothing can I lack: 
 His wisdom ever waketh, 
 
 His sigfrt is never dim: 
 ne knows the way he taketh, 
 
 And I will walk with him. 
 
 3 Green pastures are before me, 
 
 Which yet I have not seen; 
 Bright skies will soon be o'er me, 
 
 Where darkest clouds have been: 
 My hope I can not measure ; 
 
 My path to life is free ; 
 My Savior has my treasure, 
 
 And he will walk with me. 
 
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 LOW ye the trumpet, blow, 
 The gladly solemn sound! 
 Let all the nations know, 
 
 To earth's remotest bound: 
 The year of jubilee is come; 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 Jesus, our great High Priest, 
 
 Hath full atonement made: 
 Ye weary spirits, rest; 
 
 Ye mournful souls, be glad: 
 The year of jubilee is conn- 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 Exalt the Lamb of God, 
 
 The sin-atoning Lamb; 
 Redemption in his blood 
 
 To all the world proclaim: 
 The year of jubilee is come: 
 Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
 
128. Li a 
 
 STAND up, my soul ! shake off thy fears, 
 And gird the gospel armor on; 
 March to the gates of endless joy, 
 Where Jesus, thy great Captain's gone. 
 
 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course : 
 
 But hell and sin are vanquished foes; 
 Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross, 
 And sung the triumph when he rose. 
 
 3 Then let my soul march boldly on; 
 
 Tress forward to the heavenly gate: 
 There peace and joy eternal reign, 
 
 And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 
 
 •A There shall I wear a starry crown, 
 And triumph in almiirhty irrace. 
 While all the armies of tin- a 
 Join in my glorious raise. 
 
THATCHER. S. M. 
 
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 129. 
 
 SOLDIERS of Christ arise, 
 And put your armor on — 
 Strong in the strength which God supplies 
 Through his eternal Son— 
 
 2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, 
 
 And in his mighty power : 
 Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, 
 Is more than conqueror. 
 
 3 Stand, then, in his great might, 
 
 With all his strength endued; 
 But take, to arm you for the right, 
 The panoply of God ; 
 
 4 That having all things done, 
 
 And all your conflicts past 
 Ye may o'ercomo. through Christ alone, 
 And stand entire at last. 
 
 S. M. 
 
HYMNS 
 
 130. S. M. 
 
 S< >VY In the morn thy 
 At eve hold not thy hand; 
 k'o AouLl and fcar give tin. a no heed; 
 id-cast it o'er the Laud ! 
 
 2 Then duly shall appear. 
 
 In verdure, beauty, Bftength, 
 Tin 1 tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 
 And the fail corn at length. 
 
 3 Thou canst not toil in vain: 
 
 Cold, heat, and moist and dry 
 Shall foster and mature the grain 
 For gamers in the sky. 
 
 4 Then, when the glorious end. 
 
 The day of God, shall come, 
 The am;el-ivapers shall descend, 
 And heaven sing "liar vest-home!" 
 
 131. S.M. 
 
 IF through unruffled seas 
 Toward heaven we calmly sail, 
 With grateful hearts, God, to thee, 
 We'll own the fostering gale. 
 
 2 But should the surges ride, 
 And rest delay to come, 
 Blest be the sorrow, kind the storm, 
 "Which drives us nearer home. 
 
 Soon shall our douhts and fears 
 
 All yield to thy control: 
 Thy tender mercies shall illume 
 
 The midnight of the soul. 
 
 4 Teach as, in every - 
 
 To make thy will our own; 
 And. when the joys of sense depart, 
 To live by faith alone. . 
 
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 132. O.M. 
 
 JERUSALEM ! my happy home! 
 Name ever clear to me ! 
 When shall my labors have an end, 
 In joy, and peace, and thee ? 
 
 2 Oh, when, thou city of my God, 
 
 Shall I thy courts ascend. 
 Where evermore the angels sins, 
 Where Sabbaths have no end ? 
 
 3 There happier bowers, than Eden's, bloom. 
 
 Nor sin nor sorrow know: 
 Blest seats ! through rude and stormy scones. 
 I onward press to you. 
 
 4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe? 
 
 Or feel at death dismay? 
 I've Canaan's goodly land in view, 
 And realms of endless day. 
 
 5 Jerusalem, my glorious home! 
 
 My son] still pants for thee: 
 Then shall my labors have an end, 
 When I thv joys shall see. 
 
HYMNS. 99 
 
 133. P.* 
 
 GW'E me the wings of faith, to rise 
 Within the vail, and Bee 
 The saint- al ore how [great their joya, 
 How bright their glome be ! 
 
 2 Once they were mourning here below, 
 
 And wet their eouch with tears; 
 
 Tliey wrestled hard, as we dp now, 
 
 Willi sins, and doubts, and fears. 
 
 5 I ask them whence their victory came; 
 They; with united breath. 
 Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 
 
 Their triumph to his death. 
 
 4 They marked the footsteps that he trod: 
 His seal inspired their breast; 
 
 And. following their incarnate God, 
 3S the promised rest. 
 
 134. CM. 
 
 I'M not ashamed to own my Lord. 
 Or to defend his cause-. 
 Maintain the honor of his word, 
 The glory of his cross. 
 
 2 Jesus, my God ! — I know his name — 
 His name is all my trust ; 
 Nor will he put rny soul to shame. 
 Nor let my hope be lost. 
 
 .". Firm as his throne his promise stands. 
 And he can well secure 
 What I've committed to his hands. 
 Till the decisive hour. 
 
 4 Then will he own my worthless name 
 Before his Father's face, 
 And in the New Jerusalem 
 Appoint my soul a place. 
 
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 135. 
 
 C. M. 
 
 MUST Jesus bear the cross alone, 
 And all the world go free ? 
 No : there's a cross for every one, 
 And there's a cross for me. 
 
 2 Disowned on earth, mid griefs and cares, 
 
 He led his toilsome way ; 
 But now in heaven a crown he wears, 
 And reign3 in endless day. 
 
 3 How happy are the saints above 
 
 "Who once went sorrowing here ; 
 But now they taste unmingled love, 
 And joy without a tear. 
 
 4 The consecrated cross I'll bear, 
 
 Till from the cross set free, 
 And then go home my crown to wear— 
 For there's a crown for me ! 
 
HYMNS. IQ-j 
 
 136. CM 
 
 THE head that once was crowned with thorns, 
 Is crowned with glory now; 
 A royal ilia. Inn adorns 
 The mighty Victor's brow. 
 
 2 The joy of all who dwell above, 
 
 Tlif joy of all below, 
 To whom he manifesto his love, 
 And -rants his name to know. 
 
 3 They Buffer with their Lord below, 
 
 They reign with him above; 
 Their profit and their joy — to know 
 
 The mystery of his love. 
 
 4 The cross to them is life and health, — 
 
 Though shame and death to him; 
 His people's hope, his people's wealth, 
 Their everlasting theme. 
 
 137. : CM. 
 
 ALAS ! what hourly dangers rise, 
 What snares beset my way ! 
 To heaven, oh, let me lift mine eye3, 
 And hourly watch and pray. 
 
 2 Increase my faith, increase my hope, 
 
 When fears and foes prevail; 
 
 And bear my fainting spirit up, 
 
 Or soon my strength will faik 
 
 3 Oh ! keep me in thy heavenly way, 
 
 And bid the tempter flee; 
 
 And let me never, never stray 
 From happiness and thee. 
 
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 EARLY, my God ! without delay, 
 I haste to seek thy face: 
 My thirsty 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, 
 And they must drink or die. 
 
 3 Nor life itself, with all its joys, 
 
 Can my best passions move. 
 Or raise so high my cheerful voice, 
 As thy forgiving love. 
 
 4 Tli us, till my last expiring day, 
 
 I'll bless my God and King: 
 Thus will I lift my hands to pray, 
 And tune my lips to sing. 
 
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 S punts the hart for coding streams, 
 Wlii-n heated Id the ©base, 
 SO longs my -soul, OGod, further, 
 And thy refreshing grate. 
 
 2 For thee, my God, the living God, 
 My thirsty son! doth pine ; 
 
 Oh! when shall I behold thy face, 
 Thou Majesty divine 
 
 :) Why restless, why cast down, my soul? 
 Hope still, and thou shall sing 
 The praise of him who is thy God, 
 Thy health's eternal spring. 
 
 
 
 140. CM. 
 
 |H, for a heart to praise my God, 
 A heart from sin set free! 
 A heart that's sprinkled with the blood, 
 So freely shed for me. 
 
 A heart resigned, submissive, meek— 
 
 My dear Redeemer's throne; 
 Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
 
 Where Jesu3 reigns alone, 
 
 A heart, in every thought renewed, 
 
 And full of love divine; 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and good — 
 
 A copy, Lord, of thine. 
 
 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart: 
 
 Come quickly from above; 
 Write thy new name upon my heart, 
 
 Thy new, best name of love. 
 
ROSEFIELD. 7s, 61. 
 
 141. 
 
 HEART of stone, relent, relent! 
 Break, by Jesus' cross subdued; 
 See his body mangled, rent, 
 
 Covered with his flowing blood: 
 Sinful soul, what hast thou done! 
 Crucified th' incarnate Son ! 
 
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 2 Yes : thy sins have done the deed, 
 
 Driven the nails that fixed him there; 
 Crowned with thorns his sacred head, 
 
 Pierced him witli the cruel spear ; 
 Made his soul a sacrifice, 
 While for sinful man he dies. 
 
 4 Wilt thou let him bleed in vain? 
 
 Still to death thy Lord pursue ? 
 Open all his wounds again. 
 
 And the shameful cross renew ? 
 No: with all my sins. 1*11 part; 
 Break, oh, break my bleeding heart! 
 
U Y M N S . 105 
 
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 FROM the cross uplifted high, 
 Where the Savior deigns to die, 
 What melodious sounds we, hear, 
 buTSthlg on the ravished ear! — 
 •• Love's redeeihing work is done; 
 Come and welcome, sinner, come ! 
 
 2 '^Spread for th»v. the tVsud board 
 See with richest dainties stored; 
 To thy Father's bosom press'd, 
 Vet again a child confessed 
 Never- from his house to roam: 
 Come and welcome, sinner, come I" 
 
 143. 7s. 
 
 BLESSED are the sons of God ! 
 They are bought with Jesus' blood; 
 They are ransomed from the grave, 
 Life eternal they shall have: 
 With them numbered may we be, 
 Here, and in eternity ! 
 
 2 They are harmless, meek, and mild, 
 Hoi}', humbh\ undeliled; 
 
 They are by the Spirit sealed, 
 They with love and peace are filled: 
 With them numbered may we be, 
 Here, and in eternity ! 
 
 3 They are lights upon the earth 
 Children of a heavenly birth; 
 One with God, with Jesus one, 
 Glory is in them begun: 
 
 With them numbered may we be, 
 Here, and in eternity ! 
 
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 JESUS ! I my cross have taken, 
 All to leave and follow thee; 
 Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, 
 
 Thou from hence my all shalt be; 
 Perish every fond ambition, — 
 
 All I've sought, or hoped, or known, 
 Yet how rich is my condition, — 
 God and heaven are still my own ! 
 
 2 Perish earthly fame and treasure ! 
 
 Come, disaster, scorn, and pain ! 
 In thy service, pain is pleasure; 
 
 With thy favor, loss is gain: 
 Oh ! 'tis not in grief to harm me, 
 
 "While thy love is left to me; 
 Oli ! 'twere not in joy to charm me, 
 
 Were that joy unmixed with thee. 
 
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HYMNS. 
 
 145. 8s & 
 
 KNOW, my soul, thy full salvation; 
 Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; 
 Joy to liinl in every station 
 
 Something still ti> do or hear: 
 Think what Spirit dwells within thoo; 
 
 Think what Father's smiles are thine; 
 Think that Jesus died to win thee: 
 Child of heaven canst thou repine? 
 
 2 Baste thee on from grace to glory, 
 
 Armed by faith, and winged by prayer ; 
 Heaven's eternal day before thee — 
 
 Cod's own hand shall guide thee there. 
 Soon shall close thine earthly mission, 
 
 Seen shall pass thy pilgrim days ; 
 Hope shall change to glad fruition, 
 
 Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 
 
 146. 8s&7d 
 
 LOVE divine, all love excelling, 
 Joy of heaven, to earth come down? 
 Fix in 'us thy humble dwelling; 
 
 All thy faithful mercies crown: 
 Breathe, oh, breathe thy loving Spirit 
 
 Into every troubled breast; 
 Let us all thy grace inherit, 
 Let us find thy promised rest. 
 
 2 Carry on thy new creation, 
 
 Pure and holy may we be; 
 Let us see our whole salvation, 
 
 Perfectly secured by thee; 
 Change from glory into gl6ry, 
 
 Till in heaven we see thy face: 
 Till we cast our crowns before thee, 
 
 Lost in wonder, love and praise. 
 
 107 
 
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 147. 
 
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 MY faith looks up to thee, 
 Thou Lamb of Calvary, 
 Savior divine ! 
 Now hear me while I pray ; 
 Take all my guilt away; 
 Oh, let me from this day, 
 Be wholly thine ! 
 
 2 May thy rich grace impart 
 Strength to my fainting heart.— 
 
 My zeal inspire ! 
 As thou hast died for me. 
 Oh may my love to thee 
 Pure, warm and changeless )>e- 
 
 A living lire ! 
 
 3 While life's dark maze I tread, 
 And griefs around me spread', 
 
 Be thou my guide; 
 Bid darkness tiirn to day, 
 Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
 Nor let me ever stray 
 
 From thee aside. 
 
 4 When ends life's transient dream. 
 When death's cold sullen stream 
 
 Shall o'er me roll, 
 
II YMNS. 
 
 Savior I then, in love, 
 and distrust remove; 
 Oli. lioar me Bafe above— 
 a ransomed soul! 
 
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 148. 
 
 G< ) to dark Gethsemane, 
 Yfl that feel the tempter's power ! 
 Your Redeemer's conflict see. 
 
 "Watch with him one bitter hour; 
 Turn not from his griefs away, 
 Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 
 
 Follow to the judgment-hall. 
 
 View the Lord of life arraigned; 
 Oh, the wormwood and the gall! 
 
 Ota, the pangs his soul sustained ! 
 Shun not Buffering, shame, nor loss; 
 Learn of him to bear the cross. 
 
 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; 
 
 There, adoring at his feet, 
 Mark that miracle of time, 
 
 God's own sacrifice complete : 
 '•It is finished," hear him cry; 
 Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 
 
BETHANY. 6s & 4s. DR. l. mason, by per. 
 
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 149. 
 
 1VTEARER, my God, to thee, 
 1\ Nearer to thee: 
 Ev'n though it be a cross 
 
 That raiseth me. 
 Still all my song shall be, 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 2 Though like a wanderer, 
 
 Daylight all gone, 
 Darkness be over me, 
 
 My rest a stone, 
 Yet ill my dreams, I'd be, 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 3 Then with my Making thoughts, 
 
 Bright With thy praise, 
 Out of my stony griefs, 
 Beth el* I'll raise: 
 
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 So by my woes to be 
 Nearer my Grbd to theft; 
 
 Nearer to thee. • 
 4 Or if OH joyful wing, 
 
 Clearing the sky. 
 Sun. moon and stars forgot 
 
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 Still till my Bpng shall be, 
 Nearer, my trod, to thee, 
 
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 ORB love, (» Christ, to thee, 
 More Love to thee! 
 
 \h-dv thou the prayer I make, 
 
 on bended kiirc: 
 This is my earnest plea: 
 Hore low". Christ to thee, 
 More luve to thee ! 
 
 2 Once earthly joy I craved, 
 S night peace ami rest. 
 
 Now the. 1 alone I seek, 
 
 Give what is best: 
 This ail my prayer shall be. 
 More love. Christ, to thee. 
 
 More love to thee ! 
 
 3 Let sorrow do its work, 
 Send grief and pain. 
 
 Sweet are thy messengers, 
 
 Sweet their refrain. 
 When they can sing with me, — 
 More love! Christ, to thee, 
 
 More love to tjjee '. 
 
 4 Then shall my latest breath 
 Whisper thy praise; 
 
 This be the parting cry 
 
 My heart shall raise: 
 This still its prayer shall be: 
 More love. O Christ, to thee, 
 
 More love to thee- ! 
 
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 "DISE. my soul! and stretch thy wings, 
 XL Thy better portion trace ; 
 Rise, from transitory things, 
 
 Toward heaven, thy native place: 
 Sun, and moon, and stars decay, 
 
 Time shall soon this earth remove; 
 Rise, my soul, and haste away 
 
 To seats prepared above ! 
 Rivers to the ocean run, 
 
 Nor stay in all their course; 
 Fire ascending, seeks the sun.— 
 
 Both speed them to their source; 
 So a soul that's born of God, 
 
 Pants to view his glorious face, 
 Upward tends to his abode, 
 
 To rest in his embrace. 
 Cease, ye pilgrims ! cease to mourn,— 
 
 Press onward to the prize ; 
 Soon your Savior will return 
 
 Triumphant in the skies: 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 Yft a Beason, and you know 
 Happy entrance will be given, 
 
 All your sorrows left below, 
 And earth exchanged tor heaVen. 
 
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 OH. do not let the "word depart. 
 And close thine eyes against the light; 
 Poor sinner, harden not thy heart ; 
 Thou wonld'st be saved: why not to-night? 
 'J To-morrow's sun may never rise 
 To bles3 thy Ionic deluded sight : 
 This is the time; oh, then be wise ! 
 Thou would'st be saved: why not to-night? 
 
 153. L.M. 
 
 SAY, sinner, hath a voice within 
 Oft whispered to thy secret soul. 
 Urged thee to leave the' ways of .-in. 
 And yield thy heart to God's control? 
 2 Sinner it was a heavenly voice- 
 It was the Spirit's gracious call — 
 It bade thee make the better choice, 
 And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 
 : J . Spurn not the call to life and lijrht: 
 Regard in time the warning kind : 
 That "call thou mayst not always slight, 
 And yet the gate of mercy find.. 
 
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 154. 
 
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 "TTTE'VE no abiding city here;" 
 YV We seek a city out of sight: 
 Zion its name— the Lord is there; 
 It shines with everlasting light. 
 
 2 Oh sweet abode of peace and love! 
 
 "Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest; 
 Had I the pinions of the dove, 
 I'd fly to thee, and be at rest. 
 
 3 But hush, my soul ! nor dare repine: 
 
 The time my God appoints is best ; 
 While here, to do his will be mine, 
 And his to fix my time of rest. 
 
 155. 
 
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 WHAT sinners value, I resign; 
 Lord, ; t is enough that thou art mine: 
 I shall behold thy blissful face, 
 And stand complete in righteousness. 
 
 2 Oh, glorious hour ! oh, blest abode ! 
 I shall be near and like my God ; 
 And flesh and sin no more control 
 The sacred pleasures of the soul. 
 
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 :; My flesh shall slumber in the ground 
 Till the last trumpet's joyful sound: 
 Then burst the chair. s with sweet sun 
 Ami in my Savior's image rise. 
 
 156. 
 
 BEHOLD a Stranger at the door: 
 11-' gently knocks, has knocked before; 
 
 Has waited 1« *nir. is waiting still: 
 
 Von treat no other friend so ill. 
 2 oh. lovely attitude! he stands 
 
 With melting heart and open hands: 
 
 Oh. matchless kindness!— and he shows • 
 
 This matchless kindness to his foes! 
 ."» Rise, touched with gratitude divine, 
 
 Turn out his enemy and thine; 
 
 Turn out thy soul-enslaving sin, 
 
 And let the heavenly Stranger' in. 
 4 Oh. welcome him. the Prince of Peace ! 
 
 Now may his gentle reign increase! 
 
 Throw wide the door, each willing mind: 
 
 And be his empire all mankind. 
 
 157. L. M. 
 
 THERE is none other name than thine. 
 Jehovah Jesus ! Name divine ! 
 On which to rest for sins forgiven — 
 For peace with God, for hope of heaven. 
 
 2 There is none other name than thine. 
 When cares, and fears, and griefs are mine, 
 That, with a gracious power, can heal 
 Each care, and fear, and grief I feel. 
 
 ."» There i3 none other name than thine, 
 When called my spirit to resign, 
 To bear me through that latest strife, 
 And ev'n in death to be my life. 
 
 i Name, above every name ! thy praise 
 Shall fill the remnant of my days : 
 Jehovah Jesus ! Name divine ! 
 Rock of Salvation ! thou art mine. 
 
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 DELAY not delay not! sinner, draw near ; 
 The waters of life are now flowing for thee; 
 No price is demanded; the Savior is here ; 
 Redemption is purchas'd, salvation is free. 
 2 Delay not. delay not ! the Spirit of grace, 
 
 Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight : 
 And leave thee In darkness to finish thy race, 
 To sink in the gloom of eternity's night. 
 
 159. lis. 
 
 OTURN ye, turn ye! for why will ye 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. 
 
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 1 How vain the delusion, that while you delay, 
 Your hearts may grow better by Staying a* 
 Come wretched, come Btarving, come just as you be, 
 
 While streams of salvation are rtowi: 
 
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 TO-DAY' the Savior calls : 
 Y'c wanderers, come ! 
 Oh, ye benighted souls, 
 "Why longer roam ? 
 
 2 To-day the Savior calls : 
 
 Oh, listen now ! 
 Within these sacred walls 
 To Jesus bow. 
 
 3 To-day the Savior calls: 
 
 For refuge fly : 
 The storm of justice falls, 
 And death is nigh. 
 
 -i The Spirit calls to-day: 
 Yield to his power; 
 Oh, grieve him not away I 
 T is mercy's hour. 
 
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 ^•riOME hither, all ye weary souls; 
 
 \J Ye heavy-laden sinners, come ! 
 I'll give you rest from all your toils, 
 
 And raise you to my heavenly home. 
 
 2 "They shall find rest who learn of me: 
 I'm of a meek and lowly mind: 
 But passion rages like the son. 
 And pride is restless as the wind. 
 
 3 ;, Blest is the man whose shoulders take 
 My yoke, and bear it with delight: 
 My yoke is easy to his neck, 
 My grace shall make the burden light.'' 
 
 4 Jesus, we come at thy command: 
 
 "With faith, and hope, and humble zeal. 
 Resign our spirits to thy hand, 
 To mold and guide us at thy will. 
 
 162. 
 
 COME, weary souls, with sin distressed. 
 Come, and accept the promised rest; 
 The Savior's gracious call obey, 
 .And cast your gloomy fears away. 
 
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 2 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, 
 Toclennse your guilt anil heal four woes; 
 Pardon, ana life, and endless peace — 
 How rich ilif gift, how free the grace! 
 
 3 Dear Savior, ! let thy powerful lo?e 
 Confirm our faith, our fears ivmu\e; 
 oh. sweetly reign in every breast, 
 And guide us to eternal rest 
 
 163. L.H 
 
 HASTE, trav'ler haste ! the- bight comes on. 
 Am! many a shining hour is gone; 
 'I iie storm is ^atherjng in the west. 
 And thou art far from home and rest 
 
 2 Haste, while a shelter thou may'st u;ain,— 
 A covert from the wind and rain, — 
 
 A hiding-place, a rest, a home,— 
 A refuge from the wrath to come. 
 
 3 Then linger not in all the plain : 
 Flee for thy life — the mountain gain; 
 Look not behind; make no delay; 
 
 O, speed thee, speed thee on thy "way ! 
 
 164. L.ai. 
 
 JESUS, thou Joy of loving hearts ! 
 Thou Fount of Life ! thou Light of men ! 
 From the best bliss that earth imparts. 
 We {urn unfilled to thee again. 
 
 2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; 
 
 thou savest those that on thee call; 
 
 To them that seek thee thou art <rood, 
 
 To them that find thee— All in All ! 
 
 3 Our restless spirits yearn for thee, 
 
 Where'er our changeful lot is cast: 
 Glad, when thy gracious smile we see, 
 Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast. 
 
 4 Jesus, ever with us stay, 
 
 Make all our moments calm and bright; 
 Chase the dark night of sin away,— 
 Shed o r er the world thy holy light ! 
 
HAMBURC. L. M. 
 
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 "\TTHILE life prolongs its precious light, 
 Mercy is found, and peace is given; 
 But soon, ah ! soon, approaching night 
 Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 
 
 2 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, 
 Shall Death command you to the, grave; 
 Before his bar your spirit bring, 
 And none be found to hear or save. 
 
 3 Now God invites— how blest the day ! 
 
 How sweet the gospel's charming sound; 
 Come, sinners, haste, oh, haste away, 
 While yet a pard'ning God is found. 
 
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 166. L. M. 
 
 r lIV will ye waste on trifling cares 
 
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 That life which God's compassion spares? 
 
 While, in tin* various range of thought 
 The one thing needful is iorgot. 
 
 •J Shall God invite you from above? 
 Shall Jesus urge his dying love? 
 Shall troubled conscience ^ r iv«- you pain ! 
 And all these pleas unite in vain '.' 
 
 :» Not so your eyes will always view 
 Those objects which you now pursue: 
 Not so will heaven and hell appear, 
 When death's decisive hour is near. 
 
 4 Almighty God! thy grace impart ; 
 Fix deep conviction on each heart: 
 Nor let us waste on trifling cares 
 That life which thy compassion spares. 
 
 167. L-M. 
 
 BEFORE thy cross, my dying Lord. 
 I cast my soul, and trust thy love: 
 Oh, here thy saving power afford, 
 And seal my pardon from above ! 
 
 2 No threatening foes shall drive me hence, 
 
 Helpless and fainting I draw near; 
 Resolved (for t is my last defence), 
 If I must die, to perish here. 
 
 3 But. Savior! for thy mercy's sake. 
 
 Relieve the anguish of my heart; 
 
 The bruised reed thou wilt not break, 
 
 Nor bid the contrite soul depart. 
 
 4 Washed in thy blood; I shall be pure; 
 
 Cheered by thy smile, shall feel no shame; 
 Saved by thy love, I stand secure, 
 And triumph in a Savior's name ! 
 
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 RETURN, O wanderer, now return, 
 And seek thy Fathers face ! 
 Those new desires, which in thee burn, 
 Were kindled by his grace. 
 
 2 Heturn, O wanderer, now return ! 
 
 Thy Savior bids thee live; 
 Go to his bleeding feet and learn 
 How freely he'll forgive. 
 
 3 Return, O wanderer, now return, 
 
 And wipe the falling tear ! 
 Thy Father calls— no longer mourn: 
 His love invites thee near. 
 
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 YE wretched, hungry, Btarving poor, 
 Behold a royal feaal I 
 Where Mercy Bpreada her bounteous storo 
 for every humble guest 
 
 2 See, Jesus stands with open arms; 
 lie calls, he bidi you come: 
 
 Guilt holds y«.u back, and fear alarms ; 
 But Bee ! there yet is room— 
 
 o Koom in the Savior's bleeding heart: 
 There love and pity meet; 
 Nor will he bid the soul depart 
 That trembles at his feet. 
 
 4 Oh, come, and with his children taste 
 The blessings of his love ; 
 While hope attends the sweet repast 
 Of nobler joys above. 
 
 170. C.M. 
 
 THOU art the Way, to thee alone 
 From sin and death we flee ; 
 And he who would the Father seek, 
 Must seek him. Lord, by thee. ' 
 
 2 Thou art the Truth, thy word alone 
 
 True wisdom can impart; 
 Thou only canst inform the mind, 
 And purify the heart. 
 
 3 Thou art the Life, the rending tomb 
 
 Proclaims thy conquering arm. 
 And those who put their trust in thee; 
 Nor death nor hell shall harm. 
 
 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life; 
 
 Grant us that way to know, 
 That truth to keep, that life to win, 
 Whose joys eternal flow. 
 
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 JUST as I am without one plea, 
 But that thy blood was shed for me, 
 And that thou bid'st me come to thee, 
 Lamb of God, I come, I come ! 
 
 2 Just as I am, and waiting not 
 To rid my soul of one dark blot, 
 
 To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, 
 Lamb of God, I come, I come ! 
 
 3 Just as I am, though tossed about 
 With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
 Fightings within, and fears without. 
 
 O Lamb of God, I come, I come! 
 
 4 Just as I am— poor, wretched, blind; 
 Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
 Yea, all I need, in thee to find, 
 
 Lamb of God, I come, I come ! 
 
 5 Just as I am— thou wilt receive, 
 
 Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; 
 Because thy promise I believe, 
 Lamb of God, I come, I come ! 
 
 6 Just as I am -thy love unknown 
 Hath broken every barrier down. 
 Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone, 
 
 Lamb of God,* I come, I come! 
 
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 ~ ii'H tearful eyes i look around. 
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 How sweet the bidding, "Come to me." 
 3 " Come, for all else must fail and die, 
 Earth is no resting place lor thee, 
 11. avehwaxd direct thy weeping i . 
 
 1 am thy portion, come to me." 
 
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 IOME, ye disconsolate ! where'er you languish, 
 • to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel: 
 rinz your wounded heart-, here tell your anguish; 
 Earth has no sorrow that heaven can nof heal. 
 'i Joy of . Light of the straying, 
 
 Hope of the penitent: fadeless and pure;— 
 Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying. 
 Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not cure. 
 
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 Where Afric's sunny fountains 
 
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 From many an ancient river, 
 
 From many a palmy plain, 
 They call us to deliver 
 
 Their land from error's chain. 
 
 2 What though the spicy breezes, 
 
 Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, 
 Though every prospect pleases, 
 
 And only man is vile ! 
 In vain with lavish kindness, 
 
 The gifts of God are strown: 
 The heathen, in his blindness, 
 
 Bows down to wood and stone. 
 
 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 
 
 With wisdom from on high, — 
 Shall we, to men benighted, 
 The lamp of life deny ? 
 
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II YMNS. 
 
 Salvation ! ( I solvation ! 
 The joyful sound proclaim, 
 
 Till earth's remotest nation 
 
 Has Learned Messiah's name. 
 ■t Watt waft, ye winds, his story. 
 
 And you, ye wfeters, roll, 
 Till, like a sea ol glory, 
 
 li spreads from pole to pole; 
 Till, o'er our ransomed natur.', 
 
 The Lamb for sinners slain, 
 \i ?emer, Sing, Creator, 
 
 In bliss returns to renin. 
 
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 THE Savior calls — let every ear 
 Attend the heavenly sound; 
 V<- doubting souls ! dismiss your fear, 
 
 Hope smiles reviving round. 
 For every thirsty, longing heart) 
 
 Here streams of bounty flow; 
 And lite and health and bliss impart, 
 
 To banish mortal woe. 
 Dear Savior ! draw reluctant hearts; 
 
 To thee let sinners fly; 
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 THE ftiotning light is breaking, 
 The darkness disappears. 
 The sons of earth are waking, 
 
 To penitential tears: 
 Each breeze that sweeps the ocean, 
 
 Brings tidings from afar, 
 Of nations in commotion, 
 Prepared for Zion's war. 
 
 See heathen nations bending, 
 
 Before the God We love: 
 And thousand hearts ascending, 
 
 In gratitude above: 
 "While sinners now confessing, 
 
 The gospel call obey, 
 And seek the Savior's blessing, 
 
 A nation in a day. 
 
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 St river of salvation. 
 Pursue Uiy onward way, 
 Flow thou co ever} nation, 
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 Triumphant re&un tlieit home; 
 
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 Proclaim the Lord Las corue. 
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 Hail, in the time appointed, 
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 lb- '■oin >i to break oppression, 
 
 To set the captive free; 
 
 To take away transgression, 
 
 And rule in equity. 
 
 2 For him shall prayer unceasing 
 
 And daily vows ascend: 
 
 His Kingdom still increasing — 
 
 A kingdom without end: 
 0"er every foe victorious, 
 
 He on his throne shall rest: 
 From aire to age more glorious, 
 All blessing, and all blest. 
 
 178. 7s&6s. 
 
 WHEN shall the voice of sinering 
 Plow joyfully along? 
 When hill and valley ringing 
 With <>ne triumphant BorJg, 
 Proclaim the contest ended: 
 
 Ami him, who once was slain, 
 
 Again to earth descended. 
 
 In righteousness to reign ? 
 
 2 Then from the craggy mountains 
 
 The sacred shout shall fly: 
 
 And shady ^ales and fountains 
 
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 Hidi tower and lowly dwelling 
 Shall send the hymn around, 
 All hallelujah swelling. 
 In one eternal sound! 
 
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 HASTEN, Lord, the glorious time, 
 When, beneath Messiah's sway, 
 Every nation, every clime, 
 Shall the gospel call obey. 
 
 2 Mightiest kings his power shall own,. 
 
 Heathen tribes his name adore; 
 Satan and his host o'erthrown, 
 Bound in chains, shall hurt no more. 
 
 3 Then shall wars and tumults cease, 
 
 Then be banished grief and pain ; 
 Righteousness, and joy, and peace, 
 Undisturbed shall ever reign. 
 
 4 Bless we, then, our gracious Lord; 
 
 Ever praise his glorious name; 
 All his mighty acts record; 
 All his wondrous love proclaim. 
 
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 OLORD our God ! arise; 
 The cause of truth maintain; 
 And wide o'er all the peopled world 
 Extend her blessed reign. 
 
 2 Thou Prince of life ! arise, 
 
 Nor let thy glory cease: 
 Far spread the conquests of thy grace, 
 And bless the earth with peace. 
 
 3 Thou Holy Ghost ! arise, 
 
 Extend thy healing wing, 
 And o'er a dark and ruined world 
 Let light and order spring. 
 
 4 O all ye nations! rise, — 
 
 To God, the Savior, sing; 
 From shore to shore, from earth to heaven, 
 Let echoing anthems ring ! 
 
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 YE Christian heralds ! go proclaim 
 Salvation through Immanuel's name; 
 To distant climes the tidings bear, 
 And plant the rose of Sharon there. 
 
 2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire, 
 "With flaming zeal your breasts inspire, 
 Bid raging winds their fury cease, 
 And hushthe tempest into peace. 
 
 3 And when our labors nil are o'er, 
 Then we shall meet to part no more- 
 Meet with the blood-bought throng, to fall. 
 And crown our Jesus Lord of all ! 
 
 182. 
 
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 SOVEREIGN of worlds ! display thy power; 
 Be this thy Zioifs favored hour; 
 Bid the bright Morning Star arise, 
 And point the nations to the skies. 
 
 2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns,— 
 On Afric's shore, on India's plains, 
 On wilds and continents unknown, — 
 And make the nations all thine own. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
 3 S]*'ak: and the world shall hear thy voice . 
 Speak ! and the desert shall rejoice ; 
 Scatter the gloom of heathen [light, 
 
 .\:i ■! i>id ail nations iiail the Light 
 
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 Does his successive journeys run; 
 
 lh> kingdom stretch from shore to slioie, 
 
 Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 
 
 2 People and realms of every tongue 
 Dwell oi his love with Bweetest song; 
 
 And infant voices shall proclaim 
 Their early blessings on his name. 
 
 :; Blessings abound where'er he reigns; 
 The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; 
 The weary tind eternal rest, 
 And all the sons of want are blest. 
 
 184. L. M. 
 
 SOON may the last glad song arise 
 Through all the millions of the skies — 
 That song of triumph which records 
 That all the earth is now the Lord's ! 
 
 2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms l)e 
 Obedient, mighty God, to thee! 
 
 And, over [and and stream and main. 
 Wave thou the scepter of thy reign ! 
 
 3 Oh. let that glorious anthem swell, 
 Let host to host the triumph tell, 
 That not one rebel heart remains, 
 But over all the Savior reigns! 
 
 To Father. Son. and Holy Ghost, 
 The God whom earth and heaven adore, 
 
 Be glory as it was of old. 
 Is now, and shall be evermore ! 
 
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 HOW precious is the book divine. 
 By inspiration given ! 
 Bright 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 da v. 
 
 186. : C. M. 
 
 A GLORY gilds the sacred page, 
 Mnjestic, like the sun: 
 It gives a light to every age"; 
 It gives, but borrows none. 
 
 2 The hand that gave it still supplies 
 The gracious light and heat: 
 
 Its truths upon the nations rise; 
 They rise, but never set. 
 
 3 Let everlasting thanks be thine 
 For such a bright display, 
 
 As marks a world of darkness shine 
 With beams of heavenly day. 
 
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 3 to purane 
 Tbe iteps of him I love, 
 Till glory breaks upon my view 
 In blighter worlds above ! 
 
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 FATHER of mercies, in thy word 
 What endless glory shines! 
 Tor ever be thy name adored 
 For ttifese Celestial lines. 
 
 2 Here my Re4eemer*s welcome voice 
 Spreads heavenly peace around! 
 Ami life ami everlasting joys 
 
 Attend the blissful sound. 
 :; Oh. may theae heavenly pages be 
 My ev.r dear delight; 
 Andstill new beatifies may I see, 
 An I still increasing light ! 
 4 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord. 
 Be thou for over near: 
 Teach me to love thy sacred word, 
 And view mv Savior there. 
 
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 r OW shall the young secure their hearts 
 And guard their lives from sin'.' 
 Thy word the choicest rules imparts. 
 To keep the conscience clean. 
 
 l' Tis like the sun. a heavenly light, 
 That guides us all the day: 
 And through the dangers of the night, 
 
 A lamp to lead our way. 
 ."» Thy precepts make me truly wise: 
 I hate the sinner's road: 
 I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, 
 But love thy law. my God. 
 4 Thy word is everlasting truth, 
 HOW pure is every page ! 
 That holy book shall guide our youth, 
 And well support our age. 
 
189. 
 
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 ON the mountain's top appearing, 
 Lo ! the sacred herald stands^ 
 Welcome news to Zion bearing, 
 Zion long in hostile lands : 
 Mourning captive ! 
 God himself will loose thy "bands. 
 
 2 Has thy night been long and mournful ? 
 Have thy friends unfaithful proved ? 
 Have thy foes been proud and scornful, 
 By thy sighs and tears unmoved ? 
 Cease thy mourning ! 
 Zion still is well beloved. 
 
 ,'5 God, thy God, will now restore thee; 
 He himself appears thy friend ; 
 All thy foes shall flee before thee ; 
 Here their boasts and triumphs end : 
 Great deliverance 
 Zion's King vouchsafes to send. 
 
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 SAFELY through another week 
 God has brought us on our way; 
 Let us now a blessing seek 
 
 Waiting in his courts to-day: 
 Day of air the week the best, 
 Emblem of eternal rest. 
 
 2 While we pray for pard'nins; grace, 
 
 Through the dear Redeemer's name, 
 Show thy reconciling face; 
 
 Take away our sin and shame : 
 From our worldly cares set free, 
 May we rest this day In thee. 
 
 3 May the Gospel's joyful sound 
 
 Conquer sinners, comfort saints; 
 Make the fruits of grace abound ; 
 
 Bring relief for all complaints: 
 Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, 
 Till we rest in thee above. 
 
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 ANOTHER six days' work is clone; 
 Another Sabbath is begun: 
 Return, my soul, unto thy rest ; 
 Enjoy the day thy God hath blest. 
 
 2 In holy duties let the day, 
 In holy pleasures pass away. 
 How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, 
 In hope of one that ne'er shall end ! 
 
 192. • L - :L 
 
 T1IIXE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we lovo.— 
 But there's a nobler rest above : 
 To that our longing souls aspire, 
 With cheerful hope and strong desire. 
 
HYMNS. 139 
 
 2 No more fatigue, no moredistp as, 
 
 Bfn Qor death shall reach Uie place, 
 No groans sh&ll mingle* with tin 1 Bongs 
 Winch warble from iinoiortal ton; 
 
 :; No rode alarms of raging foes; 
 No cares to break the long n po 
 No midnight Bhade, no cionded son; 
 But sacred, high, « terna] noon ! 
 
 4 long-expected day. begin ! 
 Dawn on these realms of woo and sin; 
 Fain would we leave thta weary road, 
 And sl( ep in death, to rest with I 
 
 193. L. M. 
 
 SWEET is the work, my God, my Kin?. 
 To praise thy name, give thanks, arid sin?: 
 To show thy love by mottling Kgbt, 
 
 And talk of all thy truth at night. 
 
 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; 
 
 No mortal cares shall seize my breast; 
 < )h. may my heart in tune be found. 
 Like David's harp of solemn sound ! 
 
 194. L. :•.;. 
 
 O WEET is the fignt of Sabbath eve. 
 O And soft the sunbeams lingering there; 
 For these blest hours the world I leave, 
 Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 
 
 .-on of rest! the tranquil soul 
 Feels the sweet calm, and melts in I6v» ; 
 9 \m\ while these sacred moments roll, 
 Faith sees a smiling heaven above. 
 
 3 Nor will our clays of toil be long: 
 Our pilgrimage will soon be trod; 
 And we shall join the ceaseless song, 
 The endless Sabbath of our God. 
 
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 SOFTLY fades the twilight ray 
 Of the holy Sabbath day: 
 Gently as life's setting sun, 
 "When the Christian's course is run. 
 
 2 Peace is on the world abroad ; 
 Tis the holy peace of God: 
 Symbol of the peace within, 
 When the spirit rests from sin. 
 
 3 Still the Spirit lingers near 
 Where the evening worshiper 
 Seeks communion with tli* skies, 
 Pressing onward to the prize. 
 
 4 Savior, may our Sabbaths be 
 Days of peace and joy in thee ! 
 Till in heaven our souls repose, 
 Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. 
 
HYMNS. 141 
 
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 IORD ! wo come before thee now: 
 j At tliy feet we humbly bowj 
 
 < )h ! do n<»t our suit disdain; 
 
 Shall wo Beek thee, Lord, in vain'.' 
 •j Lord ! on thee our souls depend, 
 
 In compassion, dow descend; 
 
 Fill our hearts with thy rich grace: 
 
 Tunc our lips to sing thy praise. 
 :; Send some mesase from thy word, 
 
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 Let thy Spirit now impart 
 
 Full salvation to each heart. • 
 
 197. 7s. 
 
 SOFTLY now the liirht of day, 
 Fades upon my night- away: 
 Free from care, from labor free, 
 Lord! I would commune with thee. 
 'J Soon for me the light of day. 
 Shall forever pass away: 
 Then, from sin and sorrow free, 
 Take, me, Lord ! to dwell with thee. 
 
 198. 7s. 
 
 PEOPLE of the living God, 
 I have sought the world around. 
 Paths of sin and sorrow trod, 
 Peace and comfort nowhere found. 
 •J Now to you my spirit turns- 
 Turns' a fugitive unblest; . 
 Brethren ! where your altar burns, ■ 
 Oh, receive me into rest ! 
 \\ Lonely I no longer roam, 
 
 Like the cloud, the wind, the wave: 
 Where you dwell shall be my home, 
 Where you die shall be my grave. 
 A Mine the Cod whom you adore, 
 Your Redeemer shall be mine; 
 Earth can fill my soul no more, 
 Every idol I resign. 
 
LISBON. S. M 
 
 199. 
 
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 WELCOME, sweet clay of rest, 
 That saw the Lord arise ! 
 Welcome to this reviving breast, 
 And these rejoicing ej'es ! 
 
 2 The king himself comes near, 
 
 And feasts his saints to day; 
 Here may we sit, and see him here, 
 And love, and praise, and pray. 
 
 3 My willing soul would stay 
 
 In such a frame as this, 
 And sit and sing herself away 
 To everlasting bliss. 
 
 206. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 HOW charming is the place 
 Where my Redeemer. God, 
 Unvails the beauties of his face, 
 And shed3 his love abroad ! 
 
 2 Here, on the mercy-seat, 
 
 With radiant £lory crowned, 
 Our joyful eyes behold him sit, 
 And smile on all around 
 
hymns. 143 
 
 3 To him our prayers and criea 
 Our humble bouIs present; 
 He listens to our broken Bighs, 
 And grants us every want. 
 
 S. M. 
 
 OLORD, thy work revive, 
 In Zion's gloomy hour; 
 And make her dying -races live 
 By thy restoring power. 
 
 2 Awake thy chosen few 
 
 To fervent, earnest prayer; 
 
 Again their sacred vows renew; 
 
 Thy blessed presence share. 
 
 3 Thy Spirit then will speak 
 
 Through lips of feeble clay. 
 And hearts of adamant will break, 
 And rebels will obey. 
 
 4 Lord ! lend thy gracious ear : 
 
 Oh, listen to our cry ! 
 Oh. come and bring salvation here ! 
 Our hopes on thee rely. 
 
 2. B. M 
 
 STAND up. and bless the Lord, 
 Ye people of his choice ; 
 Stand up, and bless the Lord your God, 
 With heart, and soul, and voice. 
 
 2 Though high above all praise, 
 
 Above all blessing high. 
 . Who would not fear his holy name, 
 And laud, and magnify? 
 
 3 Oh. for the living flame 
 
 From his own altar brought, 
 To touch our lips, our souls inspire. 
 And wing to heaven our thought! 
 
 4 God is OHr strength and song, 
 
 And his salvation ours: 
 Then Vie his love in Christ proclaimed 
 With all our ransomed powers. 
 
OLMUTZ. S. M. 
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 BLEST be the tie that binds 
 Our hearts in Christian love : 
 The fellowship of kindred minds 
 Is like to that above. 
 
 2 Before our Fathers throne 
 
 We pour our ardent prayers : 
 Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
 Our comforts and our cares. 
 
 3 We share our mutual woes, 
 
 Our mutual burdens bear; 
 And often for each other flows 
 The sympathising tear. 
 
 4 But soon from toil, and pain. 
 
 And sin, we shall be free. 
 And perfect love and friendship neSgtf 
 Through all eternity. 
 
HYMNS. 145 
 
 204. S. M, 
 
 SERENE I laid me down, 
 Beneath his guardian caro; 
 I Slept, and 1 awoke and found 
 My kind i u> 'sm\T near. 
 
 2 Dear Savior! to thy cross, 
 I briiiLT my sacriiice; 
 Tinged with thy blood it shall ascend, 
 With fragrance to the skies. 
 
 205. R M. 
 
 "TjlOR ever with the Lord !" 
 Jj Amen ! so let it be : 
 
 Life from the dead is in that word; 
 "T is immortality ! 
 
 2 My Father's house on high, 
 'Home of my soul ! how near, 
 At times, to faith's aspiring eye, 
 Thy golden gates appear ! 
 
 :) •• For ever with the Lord!" 
 Father, if 't is thy will. 
 The promise of thy gracious word, 
 Ev'n here to me fulfill. 
 
 4 Be thou at my right hand; 
 So shall I never fail: 
 Uphold thou me and I shall stand; 
 Help, and I shall prevail. 
 
 b +o. when my latest breath 
 Shall rend the vail in twain. 
 By iieath I shall escape from death. 
 And life eternal gain. 
 
 6 Knowimr ''as I am known." 
 How shall I love that word, 
 And oft repeat before the throne, 
 '• For ever with the Lord !" 
 
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 LORD in the morning thou shalt hear 
 My voice ascending high ; 
 To thee will I direct my prayer. 
 To thee lift up mine eye. 
 
 2 Preserved by thine almighty arm, 
 
 I passed the shades of night, 
 Secure and safe from every harm,— 
 And see returning light. 
 
 3 Oh ! let the same almighty care 
 
 My waking hours attend; 
 From every danger, every snare, 
 My every step defend. 
 
 4 Smile on my minutes as they roll, 
 
 And guide my future days; 
 And let thy goodness fill my soul 
 With gratitude and praise. 
 
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 207. G. M. 
 
 I DOVE to steal! awhile, away 
 From every cumbering care, 
 
 Ami spend the hours of setting day 
 In humble, grateful prayer. 
 
 •j I love, in Bolittide, to .shed 
 The penitential teas; 
 And all his promises to plead, 
 Where none but God can hear. 
 
 3 I love to think on mercied past, 
 
 And future good implore; 
 And all my cares and sorrows cast 
 On him whom I adore. 
 
 4 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, 
 
 May its departing ray 
 
 Be calm as this impressive hour. 
 And lead to endless day ! 
 
 208. ' CM. 
 
 GREAT God. to thee my evening song 
 With gratitude I'll raise: 
 Let mercy now attune my tongue, 
 And fill my heart with praise. 
 
 2 My days unclouded as they pass, 
 
 And every circling hour. 
 Are monuments of wondrous grace, 
 That show thy love and power. 
 
 3 While thou that love and power afford 
 
 I'm Bafe from every harm: 
 Can dangers reach me while the Lord 
 Extends his gracious arm ? 
 
 4 Let this blest hope my eyelids close, 
 
 And sleep refresh my frame; 
 Safe in thy care may I rej 
 
 An 1 waste to praise thy name. 
 
ROLLAND. L. M. 
 
 W. B. B. by per. 
 
 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun 
 Thy daily stage of duty run : 
 Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 
 To pay thy morning- sacrifice. 
 
 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart, 
 And with the angels bear thy part, 
 "Who all night long unwearied sing 
 High praises to th'Eternal King. 
 
 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept. 
 And hast refreshed me while I slept: 
 Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
 I may of endless life partake. 
 
 210. 
 
 LORY to thee, my God, this night, 
 For ail the blessings of the light: 
 Keep me, O, keep me, King of kings, 
 Beneath the shadow of thy wings. 
 
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 149 
 
 2 Forgive me, Lord, through thy dour Son, 
 The ill which I this daj have done; 
 That with the world, myself, and thee, 
 
 I. ere 1 sleep, at peace may be. 
 
 3 Ix)t\l, let my soul forever share 
 The bliss of thy paternal care! 
 
 T is heaven on earth. 'tis heaven above, 
 To see thy face, and sing thy love. 
 
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 "OW from labor and from care. 
 Evening shades have set me free, 
 In the work of praise and prayer, 
 
 Lord ! I would converse with thee, 
 Oh, behold me from above, 
 Fill me with a Savior's love. 
 
 2 For the blessings of this day, 
 For the mercies of this hour, 
 
 For the gospel's cheering ray, 
 For the Spirit's quick'ning power,. 
 
 Grateful notes to thee I raise ; 
 
 Oh, accept my song of praise. 
 
150 
 
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 HOW sweet to leave the world awhile, 
 And seek the presence of our Lord : 
 Dear Savior, on thy people smile, 
 And come according to thy word. 
 
 2 From busy scenes we now retreat. 
 
 That we may here converse with thee; 
 Ah, Lord, behold us at thy feet ! 
 Let this the " gate of heaven " be. 
 
 3 "Chief of ten thousand !" now appear, 
 
 That we by faith may see thy face* 
 
 Oh, speak, that we thy voice may hear, 
 
 And let thy presence fill this place! 
 
 213. 
 
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 MY God, how endless is thy love! 
 Thy gifts are every evening new; 
 And morning mercies from above, 
 Gently distill, like early dew. 
 
 2 Thou spread*st (lie curtains of the night. 
 Great guardian of my sleeping hours ! 
 Thy sovereign word restores the light, 
 And quickens all my drowsy powers. 
 
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 3 I tield mj powers to thy comm:s«d; 
 To thee I o'lisirratf my days: 
 Perpetual blessings from thy band 
 Demand perpetual gongs of praise* 
 
 214. L- M - 
 
 THI'S far the Lord lias led me on; 
 Thus far his power prolongs my days; 
 And every evening shall make known 
 Some fresh memorial of his grace. 
 
 2 1 lay my body down to sleep; 
 
 Peace is the pillow fdr my head; 
 While wfcU appointed angels keep 
 Their watchful stations round my bed. 
 
 Thus when the night of death shall come, 
 My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, 
 
 Amkwait thy voice to rend my tomb. 
 With sweet salvation in the sound. 
 
 215. L-M. 
 
 WHITHER, oh, whither should I fly. 
 But to my loving Father's breast ! 
 Secure within thine arms to lie. 
 And safe beneath thy wings to rest ! 
 
 2 In all my ways thy hand I own. 
 
 Thy ruling providence I see: 
 Assist me still my course to run. 
 And still direct my paths to thee. 
 
 3 I have no skill the snare to shun: 
 
 But thou, O God. my wisdom art: 
 I ever into ruin run: 
 
 But thou art greater than my heart 
 
 4 foolish, and impotent, and blind, 
 
 Lead me a way I have not known: 
 Bring me where I my heaven may find, 
 The heaven of loving thee alone. 
 
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 SAVIOR, breathe an evening blessing, 
 Ere repose our spirits seal : 
 Sin and want we come confessing; 
 Thou canst save, and thou canst heal 
 
 2 Though destruction walk around us, 
 Though the arrow near us fly, 
 Angel-guards from thee surround us; 
 We are safe, if thou art nigh. 
 
 ?, Though the night be dark and dreary, 
 Darkness can not hide from thee: 
 Thou art he who, never weary, 
 Watcheth where thy people be. 
 
 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, 
 And our couch become our tomb, 
 May the morn in heaven awake us, 
 Clad in light and deathless bloom. 
 
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 CHRIST for the world we sin?; 
 The world to Christ we bring, 
 With loving zeal — 
 The poor, and them that mourn, 
 The faint and overborne, 
 Sin-sick and sorrow-worn, 
 Whom Christ doth heal. 
 
 2 Christ for the world we sins:; 
 The world to Christ we bring, 
 
 With fervent prayer — 
 The wayward and the lost, 
 By restless passion tossed, 
 Redeemed at countless cost, 
 
 From dark despair. 
 
 3 Christ for the world we sing; 
 The world to Christ we bring, 
 
 With one accord-- 
 Witli us the work to share, 
 With us reproach to dare, 
 Witli us the cross to bear, 
 
 For Christ our Lord. 
 
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 FATHER of love and power. 
 Guard thou our evening- hour, 
 
 Shield with thy might: 
 For all thy care this day 
 Our grateful thanks we pay, 
 And to our Father pray, 
 
 Bless us to-night. 
 Jesus Immanuel, 
 Come, in thy love to dwell 
 
 In hearts contrite: 
 For many sins we grieve, 
 But we thy grace receive, 
 And in thy word believe: 
 
 Bless us to-night. 
 
 219. 
 
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 OD bless our native land ! 
 Firm may she ever stand, 
 Through storm and night; 
 
HYMNS. 15g 
 
 When the wild tempests rave 
 Ruler of wind and wave. 
 Do ttiou our country 9 
 
 By thy great might 
 Fpr her our prayer .-hall ride 
 To God, above the skies; 
 
 < >n him we wail ; 
 Thou who art ever nigh. 
 Guarding with watchful eye, 
 To thee aloud we cry, 
 
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 Y country, 'tis of tho«\ 
 Sweet land of liberty, 
 Of thee I Bing: 
 
 Land where my fathers died, 
 Land of the pilgrim's pride, 
 From every mountain side 
 
 Let freedom ring ! 
 My native country, thee-- 
 Land of the noble free— 
 
 Thy name I love; 
 I love thy rocks and rills, 
 Thy woods and templed hills; 
 My heart with rapture thrills 
 
 Like that above. 
 Let music swell the breeze. 
 And rin'g from all tlio trees 
 
 Sweet freedom's sons ! 
 Let mortal tongues awake: 
 Let all that breathe partake; 
 Let rocks their silence break— 
 
 The sound prolong ! 
 Our father's God ! to thee, 
 Author of liberty, 
 
 To thee we sini;: 
 Long may our land be bright, 
 With freedom's holy light; 
 Protect us by thy might, 
 
 Great God. our King ! 
 
STONEFIELD. L. M. 
 
 221. 
 
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 OGod, beneath thy guiding hand, 
 Our exiled fathers crossed the sea: 
 And when they trod the wint'ry strand, 
 With prayer and psalm the}- worshiped thee, 
 
 2 Thou hoard'st, well pleased, the song, the prayer: 
 
 Thy blessing came: and still its power 
 Shall onward through all ages bear 
 The mem'ry of that holy hour. 
 
 3 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God 
 
 Came with those exiles o'er the waves: 
 And where their pilgrim feet have trod, 
 The God they trusted guards their graves. 
 
HYMNS. 15? 
 
 4 And here thy namo, O God of love. 
 Their children's children shall adore, 
 Till these eternal hills ren 
 
 And Bpring adorns the earth no more. 
 
 222. L- M. 
 
 n BEAT God ! we sin- that mighty hand, 
 Vj I5y which supported still we stand; 
 The openinir year thy mercy shows: 
 That mercy crowns it till it close. 
 
 3 By day. by night, at home, abroad, 
 Still we are guarded by our God; 
 By his incessant bounty fed, 
 By his unerring counsel led. 
 
 3 With grateful hearts the past we own ; 
 The future, all to us unknown, 
 
 We to thy guardian care commit, 
 And peaceful leave before thy feet. 
 
 4 In scenes exalted or depressed, 
 
 Be thou our joy, and thou our rest; 
 Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, 
 Adored through all our changing days. 
 
 223. L. M. 
 
 OUR Helper, God ! we bless thy name, 
 The same thy power, thy grace the same; 
 The tokens of thy loving care 
 Open and crownand close the year. 
 
 2 Amid ten thousand snares we stand, 
 Supported !>y thy guardian hand; 
 And Bee, when we survey our ways. 
 Ten thousand monuments of praise. 
 
 3 Thus far thine arm hath led us on : 
 Thus far we make thy mercy known; 
 And. while we tread this desert land, 
 
 . New mercies shall new songs demand- 
 
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 BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning 
 Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; 
 .Star of the East, the horizon adorning. 
 Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 
 
 2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining; 
 
 Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall: 
 Angels adore him, in slumber reclining. 
 Maker, and Monarch, and Savior of all ! 
 
 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, 
 
 Odors of Edom, and offerings divine? 
 Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean. 
 Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? 
 
 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, 
 
 Vainly with gold would his favor secure: 
 Richer, by far, is the heart's adoration; 
 Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 
 
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 HARK ! what mean those holy voices, 
 Sweetly sounding through the skies ? 
 Lo! th' angelic host rejoices; 
 Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 
 
 2 Hear them tell the wondrous story, 
 
 Hear them chant in hymns of joy, 
 " Glory in the highest, glory! 
 Glory be to God most high ! 
 
 3 " Christ is born, the great Anointed; 
 
 Heaven and earth his praises sing! 
 Oh, receive whom God appointed 
 For your Prophet, Priest, aiyj King ! 
 
 4 " Haste, ye mortals, to adore him; 
 
 Learn his name, and taste his joy; 
 Till in heaven ye sing before him, 
 • Glorv be to God most high !' " 
 
HASTINGS. C. L. M. 
 
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 TOW calm and beautiful the morn 
 That gilds the sacred tomb, 
 
 Where once the Crucified was borne, 
 
 And veiled in midnight "loom ! 
 Oh ! weep no more thu Savior slain, 
 The Lord is risen— he lives again. 
 Ye mourning saints, dry every tear 
 
 For your departed Lord. 
 "Behold the place, he is not here!" 
 
 The tomb is all unbarred; 
 The gates mi death were closed in vain, 
 The Lord is risen— he lives again. 
 Now cheerful to the house of prayer, 
 
 Your early footsteps bend ; 
 The Savior will himself be there, 
 
 Your Advocate and Friend; 
 Oh ! wee]) no more your comforts slain; 
 The Lord is risen— he lives again. 
 
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 PRAISE to God, immortal praise, 
 For the love that crowns our days! 
 Bounteous source of every joy, 
 Let thy praise our tongues employ ! 
 
 2 All that Spring, with bounteous hand, 
 Scatters oer the smiling land; 
 
 All that liberal Autumn pours 
 From her overflowing stores ; 
 
 3 These, great God, to thee we owe, 
 Source whence all our blessings flow; 
 And. for these, our souls shall raise 
 Grateful vows, and solemn praise. 
 
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 (RAISE, oh, praise the Name divine! 
 
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 Let the firmament on hiirh 
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 In his praise that breath employ: 
 Heaven and earth the chorus join; 
 Praise, oh. praise the Name divine ! 
 
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 iH, for that tenderness of heart 
 Which bows before the Lord ! 
 Owning how just and good thou art, 
 And trembling at thy word. 
 
 2 Oh, for those humble, contrite tears 
 
 Which from repentance flow ! 
 Oh. for that sense of guilt which fears 
 The long suspended blow ! 
 
 3 Savior, to me in pity give, 
 
 For sin, the deep distress — 
 The pledge thou wilt at last receive; 
 And bid me die in peace. 
 
HYMNS. (3 
 
 230. C. M. 
 
 H( >W c>>nde8oAi<!irig and how kind 
 - God's eternal Sun ! 
 our uiiM-'iv readied bis heavenly mind, 
 And pity brought him down. 
 
 2 Be Bank beneafli our heavy woes, 
 To raise us to bis throne; 
 Tin iv '8 ne'er a gift his hand bestows. 
 Hut coal his heart a gioaii. 
 
 :; Tiiis was comjpassion like a God- 
 That when Liio Savior knew 
 Tin- priee of partlon waa his blood, 
 His pity ne'er withdrew. 
 
 4 Hen- let our hearts begin to melt, 
 
 While we his death record, 
 And, with our joy for pardoned iruilt, 
 Mourn that we pierced the Lord. 
 
 231. G.ML 
 
 IF human kindness meets return, 
 And owns the grateful tie; 
 If tender thoughts within us l>urn, 
 To feel a friend is niirh: 
 
 2 oh. shall not wanner accents tell 
 The gratitude we owe 
 To him who died our fears to quell— 
 Our more than orphan's woe ': 
 
 ?, While yet in anguish he surveyed 
 Those pangs he would not flee. 
 What love his latest words displayed: 
 "Meet and remember me !" 
 
 4 Remember thee ! — thy death, thy shame ! 
 Our sinful hearts to share! 
 memory! leave no other name 
 But his recorded there. 
 
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 WHEN languor and disease invade 
 This trembling house of clay, 
 ■T is sweet to look beyond my pain, 
 And long to fly away ; 
 
 2 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest, 
 
 Whose love can never end: 
 
 Sweet on his covenant of grace, 
 
 For all things, to depend; 
 
 3 Sweet, in the confidence of faith, 
 
 To trust his firm decrees; 
 Sweet to lie passive in his hands, 
 And know no will but his. 
 
 4 If such the sweetness of the streams, 
 
 What must the fountain be 
 Where saints and angels draw their biiSB 
 Direct, O Lord, from thee ? 
 
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 SACRED Head once wounded, 
 With grief and pain weigh'd down! 
 How scornfully surrounded, 
 
 With thorns thy only crown; 
 O Sacred Head, what glory, 
 
 What bliss till now was thine! 
 Fet, though despised and gory, 
 I joy to call thee mine. 
 
 2 What language shall I borrow. 
 
 To praise thee, heavenly Friend ' 
 For this, thy dyimx sorrow, 
 
 Thy pifcy without end? 
 Lord ! make me thine forever, 
 
 Nor let me faithless prove: 
 O let me never, never. 
 
 Abuse such dying love. 
 
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 THERE is a calm for those who weep, 
 A rest for weary pilgrims found; 
 They softly lie, and sweetly sleep, 
 
 £ The storm that racks the wintry sky, 
 No more disturbs their deep repose 
 Than summer evening's latest sigh, 
 That shuts the rose, that shuts the rose. 
 
 3 The soul, of origin divine, 
 
 God's glorious image freed from clay, 
 In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, 
 A star of day, a star of day. 
 
HYMNS. 
 
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 SWEET is tlie scene when Christians die, 
 \\ hen holy souls retire to rest; 
 liuw mildly beam* the closing aye \ 
 How gently beaves th' expiring breast! 
 
 2 So fades a Bummer cloud away; 
 
 -inks the gale when storms arc o'er; 
 • nt ly shuts tho eye of day; 
 60 dies a wave along the shore. 
 
 3 Triumphant smiles Ihe victor's brow, 
 
 banned by Bome guardian angel's wing; 
 O grave ! where is thy victory now? 
 
 And when 1 , O Death ! where is thv stinir? 
 
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 HOW blest the righteous when lie dies ! 
 When sinks a weary soul to rest ! 
 How mildly beam the closing eyes; 
 
 How gently heaves th" expiring breast! 
 
 2 So fades a summer cloud away; 
 
 So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; 
 So gently shuts the eye of day; 
 So dies a wave along the shore. 
 
 3 A holy quiet reigns around, 
 
 A calm which life nor death destroys; 
 And naught disturbs that peace profound, 
 Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 
 
 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, 
 
 Where lights and shades alternate dwell; 
 How bright th' unchanging morn appears! 
 Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! 
 
 5 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, 
 
 Light from its load the spirit files; 
 While heaven and earth combine to say. 
 ,; How blest the righteous when he dies!** 
 
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 IEASE, ye mourners, cease to languish 
 O'er the grave of those you love; 
 Pain and death, and night and anguish, 
 Enter not the world above. 
 
 2 While our silent steps are straying 
 
 Lonely thro' night's deepening shade, 
 Glory's brightest beams are playing 
 Round the happy Christian's head. 
 
 3 Light and peace at once deriving. 
 
 From the hand of God most high, 
 In his glorious presence living, 
 They shall never, never die. 
 
 4 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish 
 
 O'er the grave of those you love: 
 
 Far removed from pain and anguish, 
 
 They are chanting hymns aboVe, 
 
 238. 8s&7s. 
 
 SISTER, thou wast mild and lovely. 
 Gentle as the summer breeze, 
 Pleasant as the air of cveninir, 
 When it floats among the trees. 
 2 Peaceful bo thy silent slumber — 
 Peaceful in the grave so low: 
 Thou no more wilt join our number: 
 Thou no more our songs shalt know. 
 
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 :. Dearest Bister! thou bast l«'fi us; 
 (fere thy loss we deeply feel; 
 But 'i is God that hath bereft us. 
 
 II. ■ can all cur BOITOW8 lit'al. 
 
 4 Vet again we hope t<» meet thee, 
 When tli»> day of life is fled: 
 Then in heaven with joy to greet thee, 
 Where no farewell tear is shed. 
 
 239. Be & 7e. 
 
 rn.VRRY with mo, my Savior! 
 _L For the day is passing by: 
 See ! tin- shades of evening gather, 
 And the night is drawing niurh. 
 2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, 
 Paler now the glowing west, 
 Swift the night of death advanc 
 Shall it be the night of rest '.' 
 .". Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying; 
 Lord, I cast myself ed mee; 
 Tarry with me through the darkness: 
 While I sleep, still watch by me. 
 4 Tarry with me. O my Savior ! 
 Lay my head upon thy breast, 
 Till the morning; then awake me— 
 Morning of eternal rest ! 
 
 240. 8s&7s. 
 
 LWAYS with us. always with us — 
 
 Words of cheer and words of love; 
 Thus the risen Savior whispers, 
 
 From his dwelling-place above. 
 With us when we toil in sadness. 
 
 Sowing much and reaping nolle; 
 Telling us that in the 1 future 
 
 Golden harvests shall be won. 
 Witii us when the storm is sweeping 
 
 OVr our pathway dark and drear; 
 Waking hope within our bosoms, 
 
 Stilling every anxious fear. 
 With us in the lonely valley. 
 
 When we cross the chilling stream; 
 Lighting up the steps to glory 
 
 With salvation's radiant beam. 
 
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 UN VAIL thy bosom, faithful tomb, 
 Take this new treasure to thy trust, 
 And give these sacred relics room • 
 To slumber in the silent dust. 
 
 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, 
 
 Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes 
 Can reach the peaceful sleeper here. 
 While angels watch the soil repose. 
 
 3 So Jesus slept: God's dying sou 
 
 Passed through the grave, and blest the bed: 
 Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne 
 The morning break and pierce the shade. 
 
 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn ! 
 
 Attend, earth !' his sovereign word: 
 Restore thy trust: a glorious form 
 Shall then ascend to meet the Lord 1 
 
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 SLEEP in Je.sns ! blessed sleep ! 
 From which none ever wake to weep; 
 A calm ami undisturbed repose, 
 Unbroken bv the last of foes. 
 
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 3 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, how sweet 
 To be for such a sluml>er meet \ 
 With holy confidence to sing 
 That death has lost its venoraed itifig. 
 
 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful refit ! 
 Whose waking is supremely blest; 
 Xo fear, no woe. shall dim that hour 
 Which manifests the Saviors power. 
 
 ep in Jesu3! oh. for me 
 May such a blissful refoge be! 
 
 rarely shall my ashes lie. 
 And wait the summons from on hteh. 
 
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 'THOU art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore thee. 
 L Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; 
 The Saviour hath passed through its portals before thee, 
 And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. 
 
 2 Thou art gone to the grave! we no longer behold thee, 
 
 Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy Bide: 
 But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, 
 And sinners may hope, for the Sinless hath died. 
 
 3 Thou art gone to the grave ! and. its mansions forsaking. 
 
 Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long: 
 But the sunshine of glory beamed bright on thy waking, 
 And full on thine ear burst the seraphim's song. 
 
 4 Thou art gone to the grave 1 but we will not deplore thee. 
 
 Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, and Guide: 
 He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee; 
 And death has no sting, for the Savior hath died. 
 
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 WHY do we mourn departing friends, 
 Or shake at death's alarms ? 
 Tis but the voice that Jesus sends 
 To call them to his arms. 
 
 2 Why should we tremble to convey 
 
 Their bodies to the tomb? 
 There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 
 There hopes unfading bloom. 
 
 3 The graves of all his saints he blessed, 
 
 And softened every bed; 
 Where should the dying members rest, 
 But with the dying Head ? 
 
 4 Thence he arose, ascending high, 
 
 And showed our feet the way; 
 Up to the Lord our souls shall fly, 
 At the great rising day. 
 
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 OH, for the death of those 
 Who slumber in the Lord ! 
 Oh, be like theirs, my last repose, 
 Like theirs ray last reward ! 
 
 2 Their bodies in the ground, 
 
 In silent hope may lie, 
 Till the last trumpet's joyful sound 
 Shall call them to the sky. 
 
 3 Their ransomed spirits soar 
 
 On wings of faith and love, 
 
 To meet the Savior they adore 
 
 And reign with him above. 
 
 4 With us their names shall live 
 
 Through long succeeding years, 
 Embalmed with all our hearts can give, 
 Our praises and our tears. 
 
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 THIS is not my place of resting,— 
 Mine's a city yet to come; 
 Onward to it I am hasting — 
 On to my eternal home. 
 
 2 In it all is light and glory ; 
 
 O'er it shines a nightless day: 
 Every trace of sin's sad story, 
 All the curse hath passed away. 
 
 3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us 
 
 By the streams of life along, — 
 On the freshest pastures feeds us, 
 Turns our sighing into song. 
 
 4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, 
 
 Soon we bid farewell to pain : 
 Never more are sad or weary, 
 Never, never sin again. 
 
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 247. 
 
 THAT awful day will surely come, 
 Th' appointed hour makes haste. 
 When I must stand before my Judge, 
 And pass the solemn test. 
 
 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, 
 
 Thou Sovereign of my heart ! 
 How could I bear to hear thy voice 
 Pronounce the word ''depart!" 
 
 3 Jesus I throw my arms around, 
 
 And hang upon thy breast; 
 Without a gracious smile from thee, 
 My spirit cannot rest. 
 
 4 Oh, tell me that my worthless name 
 
 Is graven on thy hands ! 
 Show me some promise in thy book, 
 Where my salvation stands. 
 
 C. M. 
 
TIME IS WINGING. 7s&6s. 
 
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 248. 
 
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 TIME is winging us away 
 To our eternal home; 
 Life is but a winter's day— 
 
 A journey to the tomb: 
 Youth and vigor soon will flee, 
 
 Blooming beauty lose it3 charms; 
 All that's mortal soon shall be 
 Enclosed in death's cold arms. 
 
 Time is winging us away 
 
 To our eternal home; 
 Life is but a winter's day — 
 
 A journey to the tomb; 
 But the Christian shall enjoy 
 
 Health and beauty, soon, above, 
 Far beyond the world's alloy, 
 
 Secure in Jesus' love. 
 
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 249. C. P. M. 
 
 ¥HEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come 
 To take thy ransomed people home, 
 Shall I among them stand ? 
 Shall such a worthless worm as I, 
 Who sometimes am afraid to die, 
 Be found at thy right hand? . 
 
 2 I love to meet among them now, 
 Before thy iiracious feet to bow, 
 
 Though vilest of them all ; 
 But— can I bear the piercing thought— 
 What if my name should be" left out, 
 
 When thou for them shalt call ! 
 
 3 Oh, let me with thy saints be found. 
 Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall sound, 
 
 To see thy smiling face: 
 Then loudest of thethrong I'll sing, 
 While heaven's resounding mansions ring 
 
 With shouts of sovereign grace. 
 
 250. C. P. M. 
 
 LO, on a narrow neck of land, 
 'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand, 
 Secure, insensible ! 
 A point of time, a moment's spnce, 
 Removes me to that heavenly place, 
 Or shuts me up in hell. 
 
II YMSS 
 
 2 God, my inmost goal convert, 
 And deeply on my thoughtful heart 
 
 Eternal things impn 
 Give me to feel theft solemn weight, 
 And tremble on the brink oi la 
 
 An- 1 wake to righteousni 
 
 •• me place in dread array, 
 The pomp of that tremendous day, 
 
 When thou, with clouds, shalt como 
 To judge the nations at tliy bar; 
 And tell me, Lord, shall I be there, 
 
 To meet a joyful doom ? 
 
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 TIK >l\ who hear'st the prayer of faith, 
 Wilt thou not save a soul from death, 
 That casts itself on thee? 
 i have no refuse of my own. 
 But fly to what my Lord hath done, 
 And suffered once for me. 
 
 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, 
 His spotless righteousness I plead, 
 
 And his availing blood; 
 Thy merit, Lord, my robe shall be; 
 Thy merit shall atone for me, 
 
 And bring me near to God. 
 
 Then save me from eternal death, 
 The Spirit of adoption breathe, 
 
 His consolations send: 
 By him some word of life impart, 
 And sweetly whisper to my heart, 
 
 "Thy Maker is thy friend." 
 
 The king of terrors then would be 
 A welcome messenger to me, 
 
 To bid me come away: 
 Unclogged by earth, or earthly things. 
 I'd mount, I'd fly with eager win<rs 
 
 To everlasting day ! 
 
VARINA. C. M. D. 
 
 252 
 
 THERE i3 a land of pure delight. 
 Where saints immortal reign : 
 Infinite day excludes the night, 
 And pleasures banish pain. 
 
 2 There everlasting spring abides. 
 
 And never withering flowers: 
 
 Death, like a narrow sea divides, 
 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 
 3 Sweet field* beyond the swelling Hood. 
 
 Stand dressed in living green: 
 
 So to the Jews old Canaan stood. 
 
 While Jordan rolled between. 
 
 4 O. could we climb where Moses stood. 
 
 And view the landscape o'er; 
 Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood. 
 Should fright us from the shore. 
 
II V MNS. 
 
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 W To mansions in the skies, 
 
 I * > i < 1 farewell U) every fear. 
 
 Ainl wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 
 Ami hellish darts be hurled, 
 Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 B Let cares like a wild deluge come, 
 
 And storms of sorrow fall; 
 May I but safely reach my home. 
 My God, my heaven, my all,-- 
 
 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul 
 In seas of heavenly rest, 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 Across my peaceful breast. 
 
 254. C. M. 
 
 Oil, could our thoughts and wishes fly 
 Above these gloomy shades. 
 To those bright worlds beyond the sky 
 
 Which sorrow ne'er invades! 
 
 2 There joys unseen by mortal eyes. 
 ( )r reason's feeble ray. 
 In ever-blooming prospect rise. 
 Unconscious of decay. 
 
 :*. Lord ! send a beam of light divine 
 To guide our upward aim ; 
 With one reviving touch of thine 
 Our languid hearts inflame. 
 
 4 Then shall, on faith's sublmest wing. 
 Our ardent wishes rise 
 To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring 
 
 Immortal in the skies. 
 
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 A FEW more .years shall roll, 
 A few more seasons come: 
 And we shall be with those that rest, 
 
 Asleep within the tomb: 
 Then, O my Lord, prepare . 
 My soul for that great day ; 
 Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, 
 And take my sins away ! 
 
 A few more storms shall beat 
 
 On this wild, rocky shore; 
 And we shall be where tempests cease, 
 
 And surges swell no more: 
 Then, my Lord, prepare 
 
 My soul for that calm day; 
 Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, 
 
 And take my sins away ! 
 
 A few more struggles here, 
 
 A few more partings o'er, 
 A few more toils, a few more tears, 
 
 And we shall weep no more: 
 Then. my Lord, prepare 
 
 My soul for that blest day; 
 Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, 
 
 And take my sins away ! 
 
II V M N B 
 
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 4 A few more Sabbatha here 
 
 cheer us on our way; 
 An I we shall reach the eqtUes 
 
 i Sabbatb day; 
 Then, <> my Cord, prepare 
 
 My s<»ul for that sweet day; 
 Oh, wash me In thy precious blood, 
 And take my sins away ! 
 
 TAPPAN. C. M. _ 
 
 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, 
 To mourning wanderers given; 
 is a tear for souls distressed, 
 A balm for every wound* d breast: 
 
 Tis foun I above— in heaven. 
 Tliere is a home lor weary souls. 
 
 By sin and sorrow driven.— 
 When toas'd on life's tempestuous shoals. 
 storms arise, and ocean rolls. 
 And all i3 drear— but heaven. 
 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, 
 And joys supreme are given; 
 
 rays divine disperse the doom: 
 Beyond the confines of the tomb 
 Appears the dawn of heaven ! 
 
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 THO' often here we're weary, 
 There is sweet rest above, 
 A rest that is eternal, 
 
 Where all is peace and love : 
 O, let us then press forward, 
 That glorious rest to gain ; 
 We'll soon be free from sorrow, 
 From toil, and care, and pain. 
 Cho. — There is sweet rest in heaven, 
 There is sweet rest in heaven, 
 There is sweet rest, there is sweet rest, 
 There is sweet rest in heaven. 
 
 2 Our Savior will be with us. 
 
 E'en to our journey's end, 
 In every sore affliction, 
 
 His present help to lend. 
 He never will grow weary, 
 
 Though often we request. 
 He'll give us grace to conquer, 
 
 And take us home to rest.— Cho. 
 
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SHINING SHORE, a.v.n. b VP er. 185 
 
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 MY days are gliding swiftly by, 
 And I. a pilgrim strain 
 
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 Would not detain them as they fly.-— 
 Those hours of toll and danger: 
 
 For im\v we stand on Jordan's 3trand, 
 
 Our friends are passim; over; 
 And. just before, the shining snore 
 We may almost discover. 
 Our absent Kim; the watchword gave. — 
 
 '• Let every lamp be burning;" 
 We look afar, across the wave. 
 
 Our distant home discerning: For now, <fcc. 
 Should coming days be dark and cold, 
 
 We will not yield to sorrow, 
 For hope will sins:, with courage bold, 
 
 "There's glory "on the morrow: '' For now 7 
 Let storms of woe in whirlwinds rise, 
 
 Each cord on earth to. sever,— 
 There — bright and joyous in the skies — 
 There is our home forever; For now, <fec. 
 
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 MID scenes of confusion and creature complaints, 
 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 Savior, for glory my home, 
 
 2 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, 
 0, give me submission and strength as my day; 
 In all my afflictions to thee would I come, 
 Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 
 Home, home, &c. 
 
 8 I long, dearest Lord ! in thy beauties to shine, 
 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, &c. 
 
HE LEADETH ME. w. i:. i . /,;■•,-. 187 
 
 Hideth hm ! Oil ! blessed tlumdit. 
 oil ! words with heav'nly comfort fraught, 
 Whatever I <lo. Where'er I lie.' 
 Still *t is God'3 hand that leadetb me! 
 
 2 Sometimes 'mid scones of deepest gloom, 
 Sometimes where Eden's borers bloom. 
 By waters still, o'er troubled sea- 
 Still 't is bis hand that leadetb me! 
 
 3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, 
 Nor ever murmur nor repine— 
 
 • tent, whatever lot I see. 
 .Since 't is my God that leadeth me. 
 
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 4 And when my task on earth is done, 
 When, by thy grace, the victory's won, 
 E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, 
 Since God through Jordan leadeth me. 
 
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 IX the Christian's home in glory, 
 There remains a land of i 
 There my Savior's gjbne before m«-, 
 To fultill my bouTs request; 
 
 There is rest for the weary, 
 
 There is rest for the weary. 
 There is rest for the weary, 
 There is rest for you— 
 On the other side of Jordan, 
 In the sweet field of Eden, 
 Where the tree of life is blooming, 
 There is rest for you. 
 
 3 He is fitting up my mansion, 
 Which eternally shall stand, 
 For my stay shall not be transient, 
 In that holy happy land; 
 There is rest, Ac 
 
 3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter, 
 
 Grief nor woe my lot shall share, 
 But in that celestial center, 
 1 a crown of life shall wear; 
 There is rest, &c. 
 
 4 Sins:, sine:, ye heirs of glory ; 
 
 Shoot your triumphs as you go; 
 Zion's galea will open for you, 
 You shall find an entrance thro'; 
 There is rest, <fec. 
 
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 Cho:— Tell me the old, old story, 
 T.-ll me the old, old story, 
 Tell me the old, old story 
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 2 Tell me the story slowly. 
 
 That I may take it in — 
 That wonderful redemption, 
 
 - remedy for sin. 
 Tell me the story often. 
 
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 The " early dew " of morning 
 
 Has passed away at noon. 
 
 3 Tell me the story softly. 
 
 With earnest tones, and grave; 
 mher ! I'm the sinner 
 
 Whom Jesus came to save. 
 Tell met?) at story always, 
 
 If you would really be, 
 In any time of trouble, 
 
 A comforter to me. 
 
 4 TeD me the same old story, 
 
 Whea you hare cause to fear 
 That this world's empty glory 
 
 Is costing me too dear. 
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 Tell me the old. old story: 
 
 "Christ Jesus makes thee who! 
 
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 WORK, for the night is coming, 
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 Work, for the night is coming, 
 
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 2 Work, for the night is coining, 
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 FilJ brightest hoars with labor, 
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HYMNS. 193 
 
 Give every flying minute 
 
 Something to keep in store: 
 Work, for the ni-ht is ppming, 
 
 When man works no more. 
 
 ."i Work, for the night is coming, 
 
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 When man's work is o'er. 
 
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 FOLLOW the paths of Jesus, 
 Walk where his footsteps lead, 
 Keep in his beaming presence, 
 
 Every counsel heed; 
 "Watch, while the hours are flying, 
 
 Ready some good to do ; 
 Quick, while his voice is calling, 
 Yield obedience true ! 
 
 2 Cling to the hand of Jesus, 
 
 All through the day and night, 
 Dark though the way, and dreary, 
 
 lie will guide you right. 
 Live for the good of other.-. 
 
 Helpless, oppressed, and wrong, 
 Lift them from depths of sorrow, 
 
 In his strength be strong ! 
 
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 Show'rs the thirsty land refreshing; 
 Let some droppings fall on me- 
 dio. — Even me, even mo. 
 
 Let some droppings fall on me. 
 
 2 Pass me not, O God, our Father ! 
 
 Sinful though my heart may be; 
 Thou might'st leave me, but the rather 
 Let thy mercy light on me — 
 Even me. 
 
 3 Pass me not, gracious Savior ! 
 
 Let me live and cling to thee; 
 For I am longing for thy favor; 
 
 Whilst thou art calling, oh! call me— 
 Even me. 
 
 4 Have I long in sin been sleeping — 
 
 Long been slighting, grieving thee ? 
 Has the world my heart been keeping ? 
 Oh, forgive, and rescue me— 
 Even me. 
 
 5 Pass me not, mighty Spirit ! 
 
 Thou canst make the blind to see; 
 Witnesser of Jesus' merit, 
 Speak some word of power to me— 
 Even me. 
 
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 Hear my humble cry; 
 While on others thou art smiling, 
 Do not pu.<s me by. 
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 While on others thou art calling* 
 Do not pass me by. 
 
 2 Let me at a throne of rap'cy 
 
 Find a sweet relief, 
 Kneeling there in deep contrition, 
 Help my unbelief. 
 
 3 Trusting only in thy merits, 
 
 Would I seek thy face. 
 Heal my wounded* broken spirit, 
 Save me by the grace. 
 
 4 Thou the spring of all my comfort, 
 
 More than life to mo, 
 "Whom have I on earth beside thee, 
 Whom in heaven but thee. 
 
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 SHALL we gather at the river, 
 Where bright angel feet have trod; 
 With its crystal tide forever 
 
 3 the throne of God ! 
 Y. -. we'll gather at the river, 
 
 The beautiful, the beautiful river, 
 Gather with the saints at the river 
 That Hows by tli" throne of God. 
 
 2 On the margin of the river, 
 
 Washing up its silver spray, 
 
 We will walk and worship ever, 
 
 All the happy, golden day. 
 
 3 On the bosom of the river, 
 
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 4 Ere we reach the shining river, 
 
 Lay we I v>ry burden down; 
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 5 At the smiling of the river. 
 
 Rippling with the Saviors face, 
 
 Saints, whom death will never sever. 
 
 Lift their songs of saving grace. 
 
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 our piLrrimage will cease; 
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 Look up to him, he only can forgive; 
 
 Believe on him and thou .shalt surely live. 
 Cno. — Go and tell Jesus, he only can forgive; 
 
 Go and tell Jesus, O, turn to him and live! 
 Go and tell Jesus, po and tell Jesus, 
 Go and tell Jesus, he only can forgive. 
 
 2 Go and tell Jesus, when your sins nrise 
 
 Like mountains of deep puilt before your eyes; 
 His blood was spilt, his precious life he prave, 
 That, mercy, peace, and pardon you might have. 
 
 3 Go and tell Jesus, he'll dispel thy fears. 
 
 Will calm lliy doubts, and wipe away thy tears; 
 He'll take thee in his arms, and on his breast 
 Thou niay'st be happy, ;.nd forever rest. 
 
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 Should eartli atrainst my soul engage. 
 And hellish darts be hurled, 
 
 Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 I. • cares like a wild deluge come, 
 And storms of sorrow fall: 
 
 May I hut safely reach my home, 
 My God, my heaven, my all, — 
 
 shall I' bathe my weary soul 
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 Across my peaceful breast. 
 
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 IVrOVV I have found a Friend, 
 
 1\ Jesus is mine; 
 
 His love shall never end, 
 
 Jesus is mine: 
 Tho ? earthly joys decrease, 
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 Now I have testing peace; 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 
 2 Though I grow poor and old, 
 
 Jesus is mine; 
 Though I grow taint and cold, 
 
 Jesus is mine: 
 He shall my wants supply; 
 His precious Wood is nigh. 
 Nought can my hope destroy; 
 
 Jesus is mine : 
 
hymns. 201 
 
 Li When etrUi Bhall pass away, 
 
 mine; 
 
 In tlif great judgm< at day, 
 
 Jf.-u- la mine: 
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 Then to behold my King, 
 On tuneful harp to Bing, 
 Jesus ia mine. 
 
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 I'M but a stranger hero, 
 Beaven is my home; 
 
 Earth is a desert drear, 
 Heaven is my home: 
 
 Danger and sorrow stand 
 
 Round me on every hand; 
 
 Heaven is my fatherland- 
 Heaven is my home. 
 
 2 What though the tempest rage, 
 
 Heaven is my home: 
 Short is my pilgrimage, 
 
 Heaven is my home: 
 Time's cold and wintry blast 
 Soon will be overpast; 
 I shall reach home at last — 
 
 Heaven is my home. 
 
 3 There, at my Savior's side, 
 
 Heaven is my home; 
 I shall be glorified — 
 
 Heaven is my home: 
 There are the good and blest, 
 Those I loved most and best. 
 And there I, too. shall rest; — 
 
 Heaven is my home ! 
 
ELLINWOOD. S. M. 
 
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 |NE sweetly solemn thought 
 Comes to me o'er and o'er, 
 Nearer my home am I to-day, 
 Than e'er I was before. 
 
 2 Nearer my Father's house, 
 
 Where many mansions be; 
 Nearer the throne where Jesus reigns,- 
 Nearer the crystal sea: 
 
 3 Nearer my going home, 
 
 Laying my burden down, 
 Leaving my cross of heavy grief, 
 Wearing my starry crown. 
 
 4 Nearer that hidden stream, 
 
 Winding through shades of night, 
 Rolling its cold, dark waves between 
 Me and the world of light. 
 
 5 Jesus! to thee I cling: 
 
 Strengthen my arm of faith ; 
 Stay near me while my way-worn feet 
 Press through the stream of death. 
 
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 ' ' Winn has sank yon glaring sun, 
 When wo stand with Christ in .ulory, 
 Looking o'er life's finished story; 
 Then, Lord, shall I fully know, 
 Nut till then, how much I owe. 
 
 2 When I stand before the throne, 
 Dressed in beauty not my own; 
 When I see thee as thou art, 
 Love thee with unsinnin^ heart; 
 Then, Lord, shall I fully know, 
 Nut till then, how much I owe. 
 
 3 When the praise of heaven I hea* 
 Loud as thunders to the ear, 
 Loud as many waters' noise, 
 Sweet as harp's mekxBons voice, 
 Then, Lord, shall I fully know, 
 Not till then, how much I owe. 
 
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 Well may this glowing heart rejoice. 
 
 And tell its raptures all abroad. 
 Happy day, happy day, 
 When Jesus washed my sins away: 
 He taught me how to watch and pray 
 And live rejoicing every day. 
 Happy day, happy day. 
 When Jesus washed my sins away. 
 
 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows 
 
 To him who merits all my love! 
 
 Let cheerful ant h ems fill his house. 
 
 While to that sacred shrine I move. 
 
 Tis done. the -Tent, transact ion's done; 
 
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 Save me, Jesus, save me now. 
 
 2 Long my heart has sighed for thee; 
 
 Bong has evil dwelt within; 
 Jesus sweetly speaks to me. 
 
 I will cleanse you from all sin. Oho. 
 
 3 Here I give my all to thee.— 
 
 Friends, and time, and earthly store: 
 Soul and body thine to be - • 
 Wholly thine forevermore. — Cho. 
 
 4 In the promises I trust: 
 
 Now I feel the blood applied: 
 I am prostrate in the dust; 
 I with Christ am crucified. — Giro. 
 
 5 Jesus conies! he tills my soul! 
 
 Perfected in love I am: 
 I am every whit made whole; 
 Glory, glory to the Lamb !— Ciro. 
 
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 I Thy strengtn indeed is small: 
 Child of weakness, watch and 
 pray. 
 Find in me thine all in all. 
 Jesus paid it all. 
 
 All to hiin I owe; 
 Sin had left a crimson stain: 
 He wash'd it white as snow. 
 
 Lord, now indeed T find 
 Thy faith, and thine alone, 
 
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 And melt the heart cf stone. 
 
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 Whereby thy grace to claim— 
 I'll wash my garment white 
 In the blood of Calv'ry's Lamb 
 
 1 When from my dying bed 
 My ransomed soul shall rise, 
 Then "Jesus paid it all" 
 Shall rend the vaulted skies. 
 
 6 And when before the throne 
 I stand in him complete, 
 I'll lay my trophies down, 
 All down at Jesus feet. 
 
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 •'Almost persuaded, " come, come, to-day; 
 •• Almost persuaded." turn not away. 
 Jeans tavftea you here, 
 Angela are Hngting near. 
 Pray'rs rise from hearts so dear; 
 
 Oh, wand'rer come ! 
 •• Almost persuaded," harvest is past ! 
 •• Almost persuaded," doom comes at last ! 
 • ; Almost " cannot avail, 
 ••Almost" is but to fail; 
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 :io:— Too late! too late! ye cannot enter now! 
 Too late! too late! ye cannot enter now! 
 
 2 No light ! so late! and dark and chill the night ; 
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212 HYMNS. 
 
 Some poor fainting, struggling seaman 
 You may rescue, you may save. 
 
 2 Dark the night of sin lias settled, 
 
 Loud the angry billows roar: 
 
 Eager eyes are watching, longing 
 
 For the lights along the shore 
 
 Cho: — Let the lower lights be burning! &e. 
 
 3 Trim your feeble lamp, my brother, 
 
 Some poor sailor, tempest-tossed, 
 Trying now to make the harbor, 
 In the darkness, may be lost. 
 ('no:— Let the lower lights .be burning! &c. 
 
 MORE TO FOLLOW. 
 
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 Of his ujace have you received ? 
 
 Still there's more to follow. 
 Oh, the grace the Fattier shows! 
 
 Still there's more to follow; 
 Freely he his grace bestows, 
 Still there's more to follow. 
 Cho:— More and more, more and more. 
 Always more to follow. 
 Oh. his matchless, boundless love! 
 Still there's more to follow. 
 
 2 Have you felt the Savior near? 
 
 Still there's more to follow ; 
 Does his blessed presence cheer? 
 
 Still there's more to follow. 
 Oh, the love that Jesus shows ! 
 
 Still there's more to follow; 
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 Still there's more to follow. Cho:— 
 
 3 Have you felt the Spirit's power? 
 
 Still there's more to follow. 
 Falling like the gentle shower? 
 
 Still there's more to follow; 
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 Still there's more to follow, 
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 Still there's more to follow. Cho:- 
 
DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 1 L. M. 
 
 PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow ! 
 Praise him, all creatures here below ! 
 Praise him above, ye heavenly host ! 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
 
 2. L. M. 
 
 TO God the Father, God the Son, 
 And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
 Be honor, praise, and glory given, 
 By all on earth, and all in heaven ! 
 
 3. C. M. 
 
 TO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 One God, whom we adore, 
 Be glory as it was, is now, 
 And shall be evermore ! 
 
 4. C. M. 
 
 LET God the Father, and the Son, 
 And Spirit, be adored, 
 Where there are works to make him known, 
 Or saints to love the Lord ! 
 
 5. S. M. 
 
 THE Father and the Son 
 And Spirit we adore; 
 AVe praise, we- bless, we worship thee, 
 Both now and evermore ! 
 
 6. S, II 
 
 TO God, the Father, Son, 
 And Spirit, glory be, 
 As was, and is, and shall remain 
 Through all -eternity ! 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 A broken heart, my God, my King 77 
 
 A charge to keep I have 66 
 
 A few more years shall roll 
 
 A glory gilds the sacred page 186 
 
 Alas : and did my Savior bleed '>'■'> 
 
 Alas ! what hourly dangers rise 137 
 
 All hail the power of Jeans 1 name 38 
 
 Almighty God, in hnmble prayer 56 
 
 Almost persuaded now to believe 278 
 
 Always with us. always with us 240 
 
 Am I a soldier of the cross 118 
 
 And canst thou, sinner, slight 69 
 
 Another six days 1 work is done 191 
 
 Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat 60 
 
 ! blessed sleep ! 242 
 
 As punts the hait for cooling streams 139 
 
 my soul ! my joyful powers 121 
 
 Awake, and sing the s'onu" 42 
 
 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 209 
 
 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve 120 
 
 Awake, my soul, to joyful lays 23 
 
 thy cross, my dyinir Lord 167 
 
 I a BtrangQF at the door 156 
 
 I the throne of 2 - race 9 
 
 ig hearts, defiled by sin 80 
 
 sons of God ! 1 V.\ 
 
 1 fountain, full of grace ! Rfi 
 
 Blest are the humble souls that see 
 
 "- the tie that binds 203 
 
 Blow ye the trumpet, blow 127 
 
 Breast the wave. Christian 124 
 
 brightest and best of the sons of the morning 224 
 
 Brightly beams our Father's mercy 280 
 
216 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 ; hy burden on the Lord \ SJ 
 
 sase, ye mourners, cease to languish 237 
 
 ( 'hild oi Bin and sorrow Ill 
 
 I !li rist for the worl< I yie sin^ 217 
 
 l tome, gracious Spirit, heavenly clove 51 
 
 l loine hither, all ye weary souls Kil 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly clove 40 
 
 ( tome* let us join our cheerful songs 17 
 
 •( sin \ let us lift our joyful eyes 1 B 
 
 ( tome, my soul ! thy suit prepare 7;» 
 
 i tome, thou fount of every blessing 4."< 
 
 ' tome, weary souls, with sin distressed 102 
 
 ■■ !iue, we who love the Lord 112 
 
 Came, ye disconsolate! where'er ye 17:; 
 
 Commit thou all thy griefs 100 
 
 Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat 57 
 
 Dear Refuge of my weary soul 1)4 
 
 Delay not, delay not; sinner 158 
 
 Depth of mercy !— can there be 71 
 
 Dici Christ o'er sinners weep ? :; i 
 
 Do not I love thee, O my Lord s \ 
 
 Early, my God ! without delay 138 
 
 Father of love and power 218 
 
 Father of mercies, in thy word 1,^7 
 
 Fat her ! whate'er of earthly bliss 83 
 
 Follow the paths of Jesus 264 
 
 Forever with the Lord 200 
 
 From all that dwell below the Bkies 1 
 
 From every stormy wind that blows afl 
 
 F orn Greenland's toy mountains 1 74 
 
 ;■ ,:ii the crQSSI uplilted high . . . . 142 
 
 Gently, Lord ! oh. gently lead us lo."» 
 
 me ill" wings fif faith to rise 138 
 
 lorious tilings of thee are spoken 103 
 
 -dory to thee, my God, this night 210 
 
 Go tnd tell Jesus, weary sin-sick soul 2os 
 
 I i:>. labor on: spend and be spent 54 
 
 Go to dark Gethsemane 148 
 
 I (less our native land ! 2 1 :> 
 
in; • 217 
 
 Jli/mn. 
 
 r, his mercy brightens 11 
 
 God is ui" refuse of 88 
 
 - way. 
 
 /. my life; through all my days 52 
 
 a charnn:. 43 
 
 ! how infinite art thou ! 3 
 
 . . evening song 
 
 I hand 222 
 
 ■ reat Jehovah 28 
 
 inted 177 
 
 soul ! it is the Lonl 
 
 - mil harps and voices 16 
 
 m Mil tii" 226 
 
 . ( ) sinner, now be wise 72 
 
 Hash-, trav'ler haste, the night cornea on 1 63 
 
 179 
 
 you on the Lord believed? 2-1 
 
 a<>. relent, relent Ill 
 
 • Iriii me! n blessed thought 260 
 
 lest the righteous when he dies 
 
 dm and beautiful the morn 
 
 harming is 
 
 Qg and how kind 2:;o 
 
 irra a foundation, ye saints 115 
 
 amands 99 
 
 •us is the book divine 185 
 
 How shall the young a cure their hearts 188 
 
 - tunds 25 
 
 to leave the world awhile 212 
 
 ■• ming to the cross 
 
 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord 134 
 
 I'm but a Btranger here 271 
 
 >t always trace the way . 
 
 R human kindness eturn 2:;i 
 
 If through unruffi 131 
 
 I hear the S 277 
 
 I know thai my Redeemer lives 108 
 
 thy kingdom, Lord 113 
 
 al a while away 207 
 
 to tell the story . . . \ 
 
 In heavenly love abiding 126 
 
 Christian's home in glory 2G1 
 
218 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 In the cross of Christ I glory 90 
 
 I once was a stranger to grace and to God J 17 
 
 I saw one hanging on a tree 74 
 
 I would love thee God and Father 102 
 
 Jerusalem ! my happy home 132 
 
 Jesus, and shall it ever be 53 
 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken 144 
 
 Jesus, lover of my soul .' . .. 37 
 
 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 183 
 
 Jesus, these eyes have never seeu 96 
 
 Jesus, the very thought of thee 26 
 
 Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts .....: 164 
 
 Jesus, who knows full well 10 
 
 Jesus, who on Calvary's mountain 106 
 
 Joy to the world ! the'Lord is come ! . . . 15 
 
 Just as I am, without one plea 171 
 
 Know, my soul, thy full salvation 145 
 
 Late, late, so late ! and dark the night and chill 277 
 
 Let us with a joyful mind 13 
 
 Light of those whose dreary dwelling 101 
 
 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land 250 
 
 Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessing 265 
 
 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear 206 
 
 Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through 6 
 
 Lord, we come before thee now 196 
 
 Love divine, all love excelling 146 
 
 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 20 
 
 Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints 259 
 
 More love, O Christ, to thee ISO 
 
 My country, 'tis of thee 220 
 
 My days are gliding swiftly by " 25-8 
 
 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord 34 
 
 My faith looks up to thee 117 
 
 My God, how endless is thy love 213 
 
 My God, my Father, blissful name 82 
 
 My God, my Father, while I stray 92 
 
 My God, permit me not to be B6 
 
 My God ! the spring of all my joys 22 
 
 My Shepherd will supply my need 107 
 
 My soul, be on thy guard 1-2 
 
 My soul, it is thy God 114 
 
anna op first um 21 i) 
 
 jii/mit. 
 
 My soul, repeat his praise 11 
 
 • iuli not thy life 123 
 
 Musi Jesus bear the cross alone 135 
 
 149 
 
 U the i'ioo>l "l beasts 32 
 
 1 have found a Friend i^tm 
 
 ..m labor and from can' 211 
 
 Christ will) each returning morn :;.". 
 
 not let the word depart L52 
 
 s that an- weary, and hearts that 116 
 
 leath thy guiding hand 211 
 
 :. our h« lp in ages past 24 
 
 Lord, I would « i « - i i — 1 ■ t in thee '.'.". 
 
 clour God, arise 180 
 
 < > Lord : thy work revive 201 
 
 .■.1 Head once wonnded 233 
 
 < ) th-.it -rent God ! whose piercing eye 03 
 
 O thou that nearest prayer 7 
 
 thou who hear'st the prayer of faith 251 
 
 O turn ye. oh turn ye. for why will ye die 159 
 
 Oh, cease my wandering bouI !'7 
 
 oh. could [speak the matchless worth 44 
 
 < »h. could our thoughts and wishes fly 254 
 
 ( Mi. for a closer walk with God 75 
 
 ■r a heart to praise my God 110 
 
 ( hi, for a thousand tongues to sing 21 
 
 oh. for that tenderness of heart 221 
 
 Oh. for the death of those 245 
 
 Oh happy day that fixed my choice 89, 274 
 
 • hee, Christian, on thy way 119 
 
 Oh. tell me, thou life and delight of my soul 110 
 
 Oh. that I could forever dwell 50 
 
 Oh. that 1 knew the secret place 61 
 
 Oh. where shall rest he found 33 
 
 On the mountain's top appearing 189 
 
 2 ig seas 1 rode 14 
 
 nin thought 272 
 
 one there is above all others 47 
 
 thy name 223 
 
 ne not, gentle Savior 266 
 
 le of the living God 198 
 
 Praise God from whom all 1 lessin«rs Cow.. 2 
 
220 ISDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Hymn. 
 
 Praise, oh. praise the name divine 228 
 
 Praise to God, immortal praise 227 
 
 Return, O wanderer, now return io.s 
 
 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings im 
 
 Rock of ages, cleft for me ... 38 
 
 Safely through another week 190 
 
 Salvation ! oh, the joyful sound 19 
 
 Savior, breathe an evening blessing . . 216 
 
 Savior, like a shepherd lead us ... ~. 12 
 
 Say, sinner, hath a voice within 158 
 
 Serene I laid me down. 204 
 
 Shall we gather at the river 207 
 
 Show pity, Lord! O Lord forgive 70 
 
 Sister, thou wast mild and lovely 238 
 
 Softly fades the twilight pay 195 
 
 Softly now the light of day 1 i)7 
 
 Soldiers of Christ, arise L29 
 
 Soon may the last glad song arise 184 
 
 Sovereign of worlds ! display thy power 1 82 
 
 Sow in the morn thy seed 130 
 
 Stand up, and bless the Lord 202 
 
 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears 128 
 
 Stand up ! stand up for Jesus .". 12,". 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer ;>.» 
 
 Sweet -is the light of Sabbath eve: l'.'l 
 
 Sweet is the scene when Christians die 23d 
 
 Sweet is the work, my God, my King 193 
 
 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing . 10 ! 
 
 Tarry with mo, O my Savior 239 
 
 Tell me the old, old story 262 
 
 That awful day will surely come 217 
 
 The day is past ami gone 07 
 
 The head that once was crowned with thorns 136 
 
 The Lord is my shepherd, he makes me repose 
 
 The Lord my shepherd is 
 
 The morning light is breaking . 170 
 
 The pity of the Lord 
 
 The Savior calls— let every ear 1 7 '» 
 
 The Spirit in our hearts os 
 
 There is an hour of peaceful rest 
 
 There is a calm for those who weep •'.;'> t 
 
INDKX OP KIM I :. 
 
 There ia a land of pur.- delight . . 
 
 I is a Mintum filled with bipod, 
 
 55 
 
 ia none other Dame than thine L57 
 
 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love 
 
 Thia is not ray \< 
 
 «1 gone to the grave I but we 
 
 Thou art the way, to thee a >ne 170 
 
 if my heart 
 
 iftea here we're weary 257 
 
 me on 214 
 
 Time ia winging us away 
 
 v the faith of i" - . 65 
 
 160 
 
 'air and large 
 
 Dm, m\ Savior. - G'> 
 
 a, faithful tomb 241 
 
 .man. tell ua of the nighl 
 
 
 
 welcome, di 
 
 noabiding city here 
 
 i L55 
 
 When all thy mercies, my God i 
 
 When I can read my title clear 
 
 When I survey the wondro ' 
 
 When languor an - uvajie 232 
 
 When shall the voice of singing 
 
 When this passing world is done 
 
 When thou, my right* . Bhalt come : 
 
 3 near. :•> 
 
 While life prolongs its precious light. 
 
 Whither, oh, whither should I fly 215 
 
 Who, Lord, when i' 
 
 Why do we mourn departing friends 
 
 Why will ye waste on trifling c ea 
 
 With joy we meditate 
 
 With tearful eyes I look around 172 
 
 for the night is coming 
 
 im 
 
 tched. hungry, 
 
 ■ :■ me. forine he careth -K 
 
METRICAL INDEX OF TUNES. 
 
 L. M. 
 
 Bristol 
 
 Dirge 
 
 Email 
 
 Federal Street 
 
 Hamburg 30, 
 
 Happy day 
 
 Hebron 
 
 He leadeth me 
 
 Loving kindness 
 
 Migdol 
 
 Missionary chant 
 
 Old Hundred 
 
 Rest 
 
 Retreat 
 
 Rockingham 
 
 Rolland 
 
 Stonefield 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer 
 
 Truro 
 
 Uxbridge 
 
 Ward 
 
 Ware 
 
 Wells 
 
 Windham • 
 
 Woodworth 
 
 Zephyr 52, 
 
 C. M. 
 
 Antioch 
 
 Auld lang syne 
 
 Azmon 
 
 Balerma 
 
 Bradford 
 
 China 
 
 Christmas 8! 
 
 Coronation 
 
 Cowper 
 
 Dedham 
 
 Downs *v\ 
 
 Dundee 
 
 Evan 50, 
 
 Heber 24 
 
 Howard 
 
 Lanesboro 
 
 Maitland 
 
 Manoah 
 
 Mediield 
 
 *age. ■ Page. 
 
 Naomi 64 
 
 10(5 Oitonville 2Q 
 
 170 Pcterboro 8fi 
 
 42 St. Martins 6 
 
 8 Tappau 188 
 
 120 Windsor 170 
 
 201 Woodstock 140 
 
 150, Variua 180 
 
 187 
 
 S. M. 
 
 .^Badea 41. 13J 
 
 ]d8 Bonar 1*2 
 
 10 
 
 74 
 
 202 
 
 54 
 
 ^Dennis 
 
 «] Ellin wood, 
 *° Kentucky . 
 
 44 
 
 Laban 90 
 
 14b Lisbon 142 
 
 ,)C Olmutz 28, 144 
 
 St. Thomas 84 
 
 174 
 
 49 
 
 ^ u Shawmut. ... 
 l \\ Silver Street. 
 
 6^! Thatcher 96 
 
 "5 H. M. 
 
 gQ Lenox 94 
 
 jo^ Zebuh>n 9 
 
 11s C. P. M. 
 
 .Ariel 38 
 
 1G Meribah 178 
 
 199 C. L. M. 
 
 18 Hastings 160 
 
 6s & 4s. 
 
 America 1 54 
 
 Amoy 117 
 
 Ava BJ 
 
 Bethany 110 
 
 Italian Hymn 1 53 
 
 Olivet 108 
 
 Oak 200 
 
 7s. 
 
 Aletta 109 
 
 Eltham 130 
 
 Fulton 62 
 
 Hendon i. 14, 66 
 
 Martyn 32 
 
 Morning Star 70 
 
ISDKX 
 /' 
 
 Nuremberg 
 
 Pleyel'e Hymn 
 
 lines) 
 
 .... 
 Seymour 
 
 
 
 Zado*.- (•; lines) 
 
 8s & 7s. 
 
 Bartimeus. 
 
 race 
 
 
 
 aville 
 
 11 
 
 
 
 .Mount Vernon 
 
 NVttl.t.'ii 
 
 
 
 weary 
 
 Shall we gather at the river. . . 
 
 re 
 
 Sicily 
 
 Worthing 
 
 8tockwell. 
 
 8s 7s & 4. 
 
 Alvan 
 
 Segur 
 
 Zion 
 
 8s7s&3. 
 
 Even nif 
 
 8s &4. 
 
 Page. 
 
 Vn\ 
 
 in. 
 
 1(14 
 
 m 3s & 5. 
 
 10." 
 
 7s&6s. 
 
 ,,,, Amsterdam 112 
 
 Iwln - 
 
 M latonarj Hymn 126 
 
 • t i-> .-t in heaven 
 
 old, «.ld story 
 
 . ■ is winging 
 
 7s6s&5. 
 40 Work for the night is coming. 
 168 
 
 168 
 
 1-4 
 190 
 177 
 
 192 
 
 198 
 
 91 
 
 10s. 
 
 and tell Jesus 
 
 10s lls& 12s. 
 
 i! 
 
 lis. 
 
 filiation 116 
 
 162 Home 186 
 
 Portuguese Hymn 86 
 
 J lls&IOs. 
 
 J3 Aurora 158 
 
 me ye disconsolate 126 
 
 lM> Shepherd 82 
 
 12s. 
 
 190 Scotland 172 
 
 ALPHABETICAL I.N'DEX OF TUXES. 
 
 Aletta 
 
 All to Christ I owe. ... 
 
 persuaded 
 
 Alvan 
 
 America 
 
 Amoy 
 
 Amsterdam 112 China 
 
 Autioch 16 Christina 
 
 Page. , Page. 
 
 H j.j Bartimeus 69 
 
 206 Bethany 110 
 
 nar 182 
 
 18 Bradford 81 
 
 lg 4 Bristol 166 
 
 117 Boylston 10 
 
 173 
 
 88, 98 
 
 Ariel 38 Come ye disconsolate 126 
 
 Aurora 158 Coronation 34 
 
 Ava 83 Oowper 27 
 
 Auldlangsyne ^Dedham 122 
 
 Azmou !« Dennis ' 74 
 
 Badea 41, 131|Dirge 176 
 
 Balerma 58 Dorrnance 175 
 
224 INDEX OF TUNES. 
 
 Page. 
 
 Downs 46, 134 
 
 Dundee 23 
 
 EUesdie lot; 
 
 Ellinwood 202 
 
 Page. 
 
 Pass me not 195 
 
 Passion Chorale 165 
 
 Paul 91 
 
 Peterboro 35 
 
 Eltham 130 
 
 Email 42 
 
 Evan 50, 162 
 
 Even me 194 
 
 Expostulation 116 
 
 Federal Street 8 
 
 Fulton 62 
 
 do and tell Jesus 198 
 
 goodwill 92, 128 
 
 Pleyel's Hvmn. . , 
 
 56 
 
 Greenville 
 
 Hamburg 30, 
 
 Happy Day 
 
 Harwell 
 
 Hastings 
 
 Heber 24, 127 
 
 Hebron 150 
 
 He leadeth me 187 
 
 Heudon 14, 66 
 
 Home 186 
 
 Howard 72 
 
 Italian Hymn 153 
 
 Jaynes 40 
 
 Kentucky 54 
 
 Laban 90 
 
 Lanesboro 102 
 
 Lenox 94 
 
 Lisbon 142. 
 
 Loving kindness 22 
 
 Portuguese Hyrn^ 
 
 Beet 171 
 
 Rest for the weary 188 
 
 Retreat 48 
 
 Rockingham 44 
 
 Holland 148 
 
 Bosefleid 104 
 
 Sabbath i:>7 
 
 St Martins 6 
 
 St. Thomas H4 
 
 Scotland 172 
 
 Segur 20 
 
 Seymour 140 
 
 Shall we gather at the river . . . 196 
 
 Shawmut 174 
 
 Shepherd 82 
 
 Shining Shore 185 
 
 Sicily 159 
 
 Silver Street 36 
 
 152 
 
 -.; Stoneneld 156 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer 49 
 
 Sweet rest in heaven 184 
 
 Tappan 183 
 
 Thatcher 96 
 
 The old, old story 190 
 
 Time is winging 177 
 
 Toplady 33,208 
 
 Too late 210 
 
 Maitlaud lOOjTruro .-. 95 
 
 Manoah 164J Trusting 205 
 
 Martyu- ^Unwin 71 
 
 Medfield 80 
 
 Meribah 178 
 
 Migdol 138 
 
 Missionary Chant 132 
 
 Missi< inary Hymn 126 
 
 Morning Star 70 
 
 Mount Vernon 168 
 
 Naomi 64 
 
 Nettletou 39 
 
 Nuremberg. . . 
 
 Oak 
 
 Old Hundred. 
 
 Olivet 
 
 Olmutz 
 
 Ortonville — 
 Ovio 
 
 Uxbridge 114 
 
 Varina 180 
 
 Ward 68 
 
 Ware 113 
 
 Wells 15 
 
 Windham 60 
 
 Windsor 176 
 
 Woodstook 146 
 
 161 Woodworth 124 
 
 2oo Work for the night is coming. 192 
 
 § Worthing 76 
 
 lOSCZadoc 149 
 
 144Zebulon 9 
 
 2()/.phyr 52, 118 
 
 12-Zion 136 
 
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