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 ADAPTED TO THy^k)TIONAL EXERCISES*^ 
 
 1161 
 
 BAPTIST DENtMBJ^iy 
 
 ^ JIW 16 1936 
 
 BY 
 
 JAMES H. LINSLEY 
 
 AND 
 
 GUSTAVUS F. DAVIS. 
 
 SECOMD EDITION, 
 
 ' Teaching and admonishing one another in Psalma and 
 Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, singing with grace in yow 
 hearts to the Lord."— Paul. 
 
 HARTFORD: 
 CANFIELD AND ROBINS. 
 
 1837. 
 
Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1836, by 
 JAMES H. LLNSLEY and GUSTA^HUS F. DAVIS, 
 in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Connecticut. 
 
 Stereotyped by Shepard, Oliver & Co, 
 
PREFACE 
 
 The compilers of this volume have been induced 
 to prepare and publish it by the repeated solicita- 
 tion of their brethren, and by their own conviction 
 that such a book is needed by the Churches. The 
 reasons which have produced this conviction, must 
 be as obvious to others as to themselves. It is 
 necessary, therefore, to make few prefatory re- 
 marks. 
 
 As far as it was judged at all expedient, the 
 hymns contained in Winchell's Watts have been 
 omitted ; because that is a work highly and very 
 justly approved, and in general circulation among 
 Baptists. This course was also adopted in order 
 to furnish. the denomination with the greater num- 
 ber and variety of valuable and spirit-stirring 
 hymns ; many of which, must have been" excluded, 
 had more been copied from Winchell. 
 
 The practice oi singing is coming more and more 
 to be regarded as an important part d^fccmihj wor- 
 ship ; and though an unusual numberof hymnswill 
 be found in this department, it is presumed that 
 those who adopt this delightful practice will not 
 consider it too great. 
 
 The Hymns for the use of Sabbath Schools are 
 also numerous, and it is devoutly hoped, that they 
 may be found extensively useful in connection witn 
 this interesting branch of relidous instruction. 
 
 The paucity of hymns in all the books heretofore 
 
 fmblished, adapted to Temperaiice Meetings, has 
 ong been deeply felt. The same may be said with 
 
 3 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 regard to the anniversaries of Tract Societies. 
 Tnese deficiencies the compilers have endeavored 
 to supply. 
 
 Again, as Peace Societies are becoming more nu- 
 merous, and are exerting more interest in the pub- 
 lic mind, several hymns adapted to the meeting of 
 such Societies, not found in any hymu book, have 
 been carefully selected and inserted. 
 
 Another fact may be mentioned as important, 
 especially to ministers. To enable them to find 
 hjTmns adapted to the various subjects on which 
 they treat, a copious index of texts has been ar- 
 ranged. These texts are .also placed over the 
 hymns. 
 
 'The hjTnns in this book are, in general, selected ; 
 many of them, however, are origmal, and to their 
 respected authors the sincere thanks of the com- 
 pilers are hereby tendered. 
 
 So far as practicable, the names of all the authors 
 are given ; or credit is given to the source from 
 whence they were selected. These are placed at 
 the left hand of the number ; and the tunes, select- 
 ed by Mr. B. C. Wade, will be found on theright, 
 and no doubt will be an acceptable addition, to the 
 " leader of the song," inrelidous meetings. 
 
 To the blessing of God, wnose aid was implored 
 at the commencement and in the progress of the 
 work, the whole is now devoutly commended. 
 
BAPTIST 
 
 SELECT HYMNS. 
 
 GOD. 
 
 E. C. I.e. M. Dundee. 
 
 Creator. Gen. i. 1. 
 
 1 GREAT First of Beings ! mighty Lord 
 
 Of all this wondrous frame ! 
 Produced by thy creating word, 
 The world from nothing came. 
 
 2 Thy voice sent forth the high command — 
 
 'Twas instantly obeyed ; 
 And through thy goodness all things stand, 
 Which by thy power were made. 
 
 3 Lord ! for thv glory shine the whole ; 
 
 They all reflect thy light : 
 For this in coarse the planets roll, 
 And day succeeds the night. 
 
 4 For this the earth its produce yields, 
 
 For this the waters flow ; 
 And blooming plants adorn the fields, 
 And trees aspiring grow. 
 
 6 Inspired with praise, our minds pursue 
 This wise and noble end, 
 
 I 
 
2, 3. GOD. 
 
 That all we think, and all we do, 
 Shall to thy glory tend. 
 
 Steele. 2. l. m. Hamburg. 
 
 Being of God. Ps. cm 
 
 1 THERE is a God, all nature speaks, 
 Through earth, and air, and seas, and skies ; 
 See, from the clouds his gloi'y breaks, 
 When the first beams of morning rise : 
 
 2 The rising sun, serenely bright. 
 
 O'er the wide world's extended frame, 
 Inscribes, in characters of light. 
 His mighty maker's glorious name. 
 
 3 The flow'ry tribes all blooming rise 
 Above the weak attempts of art; 
 
 The smallest worms, the meanest flies, 
 Speak strong conviction to the heart. 
 
 4 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, 
 And trace creation's wonders o'er, 
 Confess the footsteps of your God, 
 Bow down before him and adore. 
 
 Kent. 3* H. M. Carmathon. 
 
 Gracious. Ex. xxxiv. 6. 
 
 1 INDULGENT God ! how kind 
 
 Are all thy ways to me, 
 Whose dark, benighted mind 
 
 Was enmity with thee ; 
 Yet now subdued by sovereign grace, 
 My spirit longs for thine embrace. 
 
 2 How precious are thy thoughts. 
 
 That o'er my bosom roll ; 
 They swell beyond my faults, 
 And captivate my soul ; 
 6 
 
4, 5. GOD. 
 
 How great their sum, how high they rise, 
 Can ne'er be known beneath the skies. 
 
 3 Preserved in Jesus, when 
 
 My feet made haste to hell ; 
 And there should I have been, 
 
 But thou dost all things well : 
 Thy love was great, thy mercy free, 
 Which from the pit delivered me. 
 
 4 A monument of grace, 
 
 A sinner, saved by blood — 
 The streams of love I trace 
 
 Up to the Fountain, God ; 
 And in his sacred bosom see 
 Eternal thoughts of love to me. 
 
 Watts. 4. L. M. Rothwell. 
 
 Condescension of God. 
 
 1 THY favors, Lord, surprise our souls ; 
 Will the Eternal dwell with us ? 
 What canst thou find beneath the poles, 
 To tempt thy chariot downward thus ? 
 
 2 Still might he fill his starry throne, 
 
 And please his ears with Gabriel's songs ; 
 But heavenly majesty comes down, 
 And bows to hearken to our tongues. 
 
 3 Great God ! what poor returns we pay 
 For love so infinite as thine ! 
 
 Words are but air, and tongues but clay, 
 But tliy compassion's all divine ! 
 
 Needham. 5. cm. Lanesboro' 
 
 The Holiness of God. Vs. cxi. 9. 
 1 HOLY and reverend is the name 
 Of our eternal King : 
 
 7 
 
b. GOD. 
 
 Thrice holy Lord, the angels cry ; 
 Thrice holy, let us sing. 
 
 2 Heaven's brightest lamps with him compMed, 
 
 How mean they look, and dim ! 
 
 The fairest angels have their spots, 
 
 When once compared with him. 
 
 3 Holy is he in all his works, 
 
 And truth is his delight : 
 But sinners and their wicked ways 
 Shall perish from his sight. 
 
 4 The deepest rev'rence of the mind, 
 
 Pay, my soul, to God ; 
 Lift with thy hands a holy heart 
 To his sublime abode. 
 
 Whitfield's Col. 6. 11. Portuguese Hymn. 
 
 Divine Mercy. Ps. Ixxxix. 1. 
 
 1 THY mercy, my God, is the theme of my song, 
 The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue, 
 Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last, 
 Hath won my affections, and bound my soul fast. ■ 
 
 2 Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here, 
 Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair ; 
 But through thy free goodness my spirits revive, 
 And he that first made me still keeps me alive. 
 
 3 The door of thy mercy stands open all day, 
 
 To the poor and the needy, who knock by the way ; 
 No sinner shalbever be empty sent back, 
 Who comes seeking mercy lor Jesus' sake. 
 
 4 Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell ; 
 Its glories I '11 sing, and its wonders I '11 tell ; 
 'Twas Jesus, my friend, when he hung on the tree, 
 That opened the channel of mercy for me. 
 
 8 
 
SOD. 
 
 6 Great Father of mercies ! thy goodness I own, 
 And the cov'nant love of thy crucified Son; 
 All praise to the Spirit, whose witness divine 
 Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness mine. 
 
 7. 7. Turin. 
 
 God is love. 1 John, iv. 8. 
 
 1 EARTH, with her ten thousand flowers, 
 Air, with all its beams and showers, 
 Ocean's infinite expanse. 
 
 Heaven's resplendent countenance ; 
 All around, and ail above, 
 Hath this record — God is love. 
 
 2 Sounds among the vales and hills, 
 In the woods, and bv the rills, 
 Of the breeze and of the bird. 
 
 By the gentle murmur stirred ; 
 All these songs, beneath, above, 
 Have one burden — God is love. 
 
 3 All the hopes and fears that start 
 From the fountain of the heart ; 
 All the quiet bliss that lies 
 
 In our human sympathies ; 
 These are voices from above. 
 Sweetly whispering — God is love. 
 
 Meth. Col. 8. L. M. " Old Hundred. 
 
 God self-exialent and immutable. 
 
 1 ALL-POWERFUL, self-existent God, 
 
 Who all creation dost sustain ! 
 Thou wast, and art, and art to come, 
 And everlasting is thy reign. 
 
 2 Fixed and eternal as thy days. 
 
 Each glorious attribute divine, 
 
Through ages infinite, shall still 
 With undiminished lustre shine. 
 
 3 Fountain of being ! source of good ! 
 
 Immutable dost thou remain ; 
 Nor can the shadow of a change 
 Obscure the glories of thy reign. 
 
 4 Earth maj' with all her powers dissolve, 
 
 If such the great Creator's will : 
 But thou forever art the same ; 
 " I AM," is thy memorial still. 
 
 Doddridge. O. l. m. Shoel, 
 
 Goodness of God. 
 
 1 INDULGENT Lord, thy goodness reigns 
 Through all the wide celestial plains ; 
 And thence its streams redundant flow, 
 And cheer the abodes of men below, 
 
 2 Through nature's works its glories shine ; 
 The cares of providence are thine ; 
 
 And grace erects our ruined frame, 
 A fairer temple to thy name. 
 
 5 Oh ! give to every human heart 
 
 To taste and feel how good thou art. 
 With grateful love and holy fear. 
 To know how blest thy children are. 
 
 4 Let nature burst into a song ; 
 
 Ye echoing hills, the notes prolong ; 
 Earth 'seas, and stars, your anthems raise, 
 All vocal with your Maker's praise ! 
 
 10 
 
UNIVERSAL PRAISE. 10, 11. 
 
 UNIVERSAL PRAISE. 
 
 Burder's Col. 10. 8. 7. Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 1 PRAISE to thee, thou great Creator ! 
 
 Praise to thee from every tongue : 
 Join, my soul, with every creature, 
 Join the universal song. 
 
 2 Father ! source of all compassion ! 
 
 Pure, unbounded grace is thine : 
 Hail the God of our salvation ! 
 Praise him for his love divine. 
 
 3 For ten thousand blessings given, 
 
 For the hope of future joy, 
 Sound his praise through earth and heaven, 
 Sound Jehovah's praise on high. 
 
 4 Joyfully on earth adore him, 
 
 Till m heaven our song we raise ; 
 There, enraptured, fall before him, 
 Lost in wonder, love and praise. 
 
 Watts. 11. L. M. Winchester. 
 
 Perpetual thanks. * 
 
 1 MY God, my life, thy various praise 
 Shall fill the remnant of my days ; 
 Thy grace employ my thankful' tongue, 
 Till death perfect the" grateful song. 
 
 2 The wings of every hour shall bear 
 Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; 
 
 11 
 
12. UNIVERSAL PRAISE. 
 
 And every setting sun shall see 
 New woiKs of duty done for thee. 
 
 3 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds ! 
 Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds. 
 Vast and unsearchable thy ways, 
 
 Vast and unceasing be thy praise. 
 
 4 Let endless honors crown thy head ; 
 Let every age thv praises spread ; 
 While we with cheerful song approve 
 The condescension of thy love. 
 
 Anon. 1.2 • 6. 4. Italian Hymn. 
 
 1 COME, thou Almighty King, 
 Help us thy name to sing, 
 
 Help us to praise ! 
 Father all glorious. 
 O'er all victorious, 
 Come and reign over us, 
 
 Ancient of days. 
 
 2 Jesus, our Lord, arise, 
 Scatter our enemies, 
 
 And make them fall ! 
 Let thine almighty aid 
 Our sure defence be made : 
 Our souls on thee be stayed ; 
 
 Lord, hear our call ! 
 
 3 Come, thou incarnate Word, 
 Gird on thy mighty sword ; 
 
 Our prayer attend ! 
 Come, and thy people bless, 
 And give thy word success ; 
 Spirit of holiness, 
 
 On us descend ! 
 12 
 
UNIVERSAL PRAISE. 13. 
 
 4 Come, holy Comforter, 
 Thy sacred witness beeir 
 
 In this glad hour ! ' 
 Thou, who almighty art, 
 Now rule in ev'ry heart, 
 And ne'er from us depart, 
 
 Spirit of power. 
 
 5 To the great One in Thbeb 
 The highest praises be 
 
 Hence evermore ! 
 His sovereign majesty 
 Mav we in glory see, 
 And to eternity 
 
 Love and adore. 
 
 13. 10. 11. Lyons. 
 
 A new song. Isa. xlii. 10. 
 
 1 O PRAISE ye the Lord ! prepare a new song, 
 
 And let all his saints in full concert join ! 
 With voices united the anthem prolong, 
 And show forth his praises with music divine ! 
 
 2 Let praise to the Lord, who made us, ascend ; 
 
 Let each grateful heart be glad in our King. 
 The God whom we worship our songs will at- 
 tend, 
 
 And view with complaisance the off 'ring we 
 bring. 
 
 3 Be joyful ye saints sustained by his might, 
 
 And let your glad songs awake with each morn; 
 For those who obey him are still his delight — 
 His hand with salvation the meek will adorn. 
 
 4 Then praise ye the Lord ! prepare a glad song, 
 
 And let all his saints in tull concert join ! 
 
 13 
 
14, 15. UNIVERSAL PRAISE. 
 
 With voices united the anthem prolong, 
 And show forth his praises in music divine. 
 
 Pratt's Col. 14. c. m. Clifford. 
 
 Universal Praise. 
 
 1 SING to the Lord in joyful strains. 
 
 Let earth his praise resound ; 
 Let all the cheerful nations join 
 To spread his glory round. 
 
 2 Thou city of the Lord, begin 
 
 The universal song ; 
 And let the scattered villages 
 The cheerful notes prolong ; — 
 
 3 Till, midst the strains of distant lands, 
 
 The islands sound his praise ; 
 And all, combined, with one accord, 
 Jehovah's glories raise. 
 
 Madan's Col. 15, 5. 6. Cheshunt. 
 
 God's servants should praise him. 
 1 YE servants of God, 
 Your Master proclaim. 
 And publish abroad 
 
 His wonderful Name ; 
 The name all victorious 
 
 Of Jesus extol ; 
 His kingdom is glorious, 
 And rules over all. 
 
 3 God ruleth on high, 
 
 Almighty to save ; 
 And still he is nigh, 
 
 His presence we have : 
 The great congregation 
 
 His triumph shall sing, 
 
 14 
 
UNIVERSAL PRAISE. 16. 
 
 Ascribing salvation 
 To Jesus our King. 
 
 3 Salvation to God 
 
 Who sits on the throne — 
 Let all cry aloud 
 
 And honor the Son : 
 Our Jesus' praises 
 
 The- angels proclaim ; 
 Fall down on their faces 
 
 And worship the Lamb, 
 
 4 Then let us adore, 
 
 And give him his right ; 
 All glory and power, 
 
 And wisdom and might ; 
 All honor and blessing, 
 
 With angels above ; 
 And thanks never ceasing, 
 
 And infinite love. 
 
 Taylor. 16. 8. 7. Wilmot. 
 
 1 SAINTS, with pious zeal attending, 
 
 Now a grateful tribute raise ; 
 Solemn songs to heaven ascending, 
 Join the universal praise, 
 
 2 Round Jehovah's footstool kneeling, 
 
 Lowly bend with contrite souls ; 
 Here his milder grace revealing, 
 Here his wrath no thunder rolls. 
 
 3 Every secret fault confessmg. 
 
 Deed unrighteous, thought of sin, 
 
 Seize, O seize the proffered blessing, 
 
 Grace from God and peace within. 
 
 15 
 
 
17, 18*, THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 4 Heart and voice with rapture swelling, 
 Still the song of glory raise ; 
 On the theme immortal dwelling, 
 Join the universal praise. 
 
 IT. c. M. Peterborough. 
 
 Devotion to Christ. 
 
 1 BEING of beings, God of love ! 
 
 To thee our hearts we raise ; 
 Thy all-sustaining power we prove, 
 And gladly sing thy praise. 
 
 2 Thine, wholly thine, we want to be ; 
 
 Our sacrifice receive ; 
 Made, and preserved, and saved by thee, 
 To thee ourselves we give. 
 
 3 Come, Holy Ghost, the Saviour's love 
 
 Shed in our hearts abroad ; 
 
 So shall we ever live and move, 
 
 And be with Christ in God. 
 
 THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 Newton. 18, 8.7. Westborough. 
 
 The Bible a Treasure. 
 1 PRECIOUS Bible ! what a treasure 
 Does the word of God afford ! 
 All I want for life or pleasure, 
 Food and med'cine, shield and sword. 
 16 
 
THE SCRIPTURES. 19. 
 
 Let the world account me poor^ 
 Having this, I want no more. 
 
 2 Food to which the world's a stranger, 
 
 Here my hungry soul enjoys ; 
 Of excess there is no danger, 
 
 Though it fills, it never cloys : 
 On a dymg Christ I feed, 
 He is meat and drink indeed ! 
 
 3 In the hour of dark temptation 
 
 Satan cannot make me yield; 
 For the word of consolation 
 
 Is to me a mighty shield ; 
 While the Scripture truths are sure, 
 From his malice I 'm secure. 
 
 4 Shall I envy thee, thou miser, 
 
 Doating on thy golden store ? 
 Sure I am, I should be wiser, 
 
 I am rich, 'tis he is poor. 
 Jesus gives me in his word, 
 Food and med'cine, shield and sword. 
 
 10. 7. Nuremburgh. 
 
 The Bible mine. 2 Tim. iii. 16. 
 
 1 HOLY Bible! Book divine! 
 Precious treasure, thou art mine ; 
 Mine to tell me whence I came, 
 Mine to teach me what I am ; 
 
 2 Mine to chide me when I rove, 
 Mine to show a Saviour's love. 
 Mine to guide my willing feet, 
 Mine to judge, condemn, acquit; 
 
 3 Mine to comfort in distress, 
 If the Holy Spirit bless ; 
 
 2 17 
 
20. THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 Mine to show by living faith, 
 Man can triumph over death ; 
 
 4 Mine to tell of joys to come, 
 And the rebel sinner's doom : 
 O ! thou holy Book divine, 
 Precious treasure, thou art mine ! 
 
 20. 12. 11. Scotland. 
 
 The Family Bible. 
 
 1 HOW painfully pleasing the fond recollection 
 
 Of youthful emotions and innocent joy'-, 
 When blest with parental advice and affection, 
 Surrounded witn mercies — with peace from on 
 
 I still view the chair of my sire and my mother. 
 
 The seats of their offspring as ranged on eacn 
 hand, 
 And that richest book which excels ev'ry other, 
 
 That family Bible which lay on the stand. 
 TTie old fashioned Bible, the dear blessed Bible, 
 The family Bible, that lay on the stand. 
 
 2 That Bible, the volume of God's inspiration. 
 
 At morn and at evening could yield us delight, 
 The prayer of our sire was a sweet invocation, 
 
 For mercy by day, and for safety through night. 
 Our hymns of thanksgiving with harmony swell- 
 
 All warm from the heart of a family band, 
 Half raised us from earth to that rapturous 
 dwelling, 
 Described in the Bible that lay on the stand. 
 The old fashioned Bible, (^c. 
 
 3 Ye scenes of tranquillity, long have we parted. 
 
 My hopes almost gone, and my parents no more; 
 18 
 
THE SCRIPTURES. '21,22. 
 
 In sorrow and sadness I live broken hearted, 
 And wander unknown on a far distant shore, 
 
 Yet how can I doubt a dear Saviour's protection, 
 Forgetful of gifts from his bountiful hand 
 
 Oh I let me with patience receive his correciion, 
 And think of the Bible that lay on the stand. 
 Tke old fashioned Bible, i^c. 
 
 Maxwell's Col. 21, l. m. Uxbridge. 
 Delight in the Scriptures. Ps. cxix. 72. 
 
 1 I LOVE the sacred book of God ; 
 
 No other can its place supply : 
 It points me to the saints' abode, 
 And lifts my joyful thoughts on high. 
 
 2 Blest book ! in thee my eyes discern 
 
 The image of my absent Lord : 
 From thine instructive page I learn 
 The joys his presence will afford. 
 
 3 But while I 'm here, thou shall supply 
 
 His place, and tell me of his love : 
 I '11 read with faith's discerning eye, 
 And thus partake of joys above. 
 
 22, L. M. Eaton. 
 
 Reading the Scriptures. Ps. cxix. 43. 
 
 1 GREAT God ! oppressed with grief and fear, 
 
 I take thy book and hope to find 
 Some gracious word of promise there, 
 To soothe the sorrows of my mind. 
 
 2 I turn the sacred volume o'er. 
 
 And search with care from page to page ; 
 Of threat'nings find an ample store, 
 But naught that can my grief assuage. 
 19 
 
23. THE SCRIPTURES. 
 
 3 And is there naught ! Forbid, dear Lord ! 
 
 So base a thoiiiirht should e'er arise ; 
 I'll search again, and while I search, 
 
 may the scales fall oxi'mine eyes ! 
 
 4 'Tis done ; and with transporting joy 
 
 1 read the heaven-inspired lines ; 
 There Mercy spreads its brightest beams, 
 
 And truth with dazzling lustre shines. 
 
 5 Here 's heavenly food for hungry souls, 
 
 And mines of gold t' enrich the poor; 
 Here -s healing balm for every wound, 
 A salve for every fest'ring sore. 
 
 Heginbotham.' S3* l. m. Rothwell" 
 
 1 NOW let my soul, eternal King ! 
 To thee its grateful tribute bring : 
 My knee with humble homage bow ; 
 My tongue perform its soleinn vow. 
 
 2 All nature sings thy boundless love, 
 In worlds below — and worlds above ; 
 But in thy blessed Avord I trace 
 Diviner wonders of thy grace. 
 
 3 There what delightful truths I read ! 
 There I l)ehold the Saviour bleed : 
 His name salutes my listening ear, 
 Revives my heart, and checks my fear. 
 
 4 There Jesus bids my sorrow cease, 
 
 And gives m}* laboring conscience peace ; 
 Raises my grateful passions high, 
 And points to mansions in the sky. < 
 
 5 For love like this, O let my song, 
 To endless years, thy praise prolong ; 
 Let distant climes thy name adore, 
 TiU time and nature are no more. 
 
 20 
 
THE SCRIPTURES. 24,2^. 
 
 Scott. S4, L. M. St. Paul's. 
 
 Bible indited and preserved by the Spirit. Is. xl. 8. 
 
 1 ETERNAL Spirit ! ' twas thy breath 
 
 The oracles of truth inspired, 
 And kings, and holy seers of old 
 With strong prophetic impulse fired. 
 
 2 Filled with thy great almighty power, 
 
 Their lips with heavenly science flowed ; 
 Their hands a thousand wonders wrought, 
 Which bore the signature of God. 
 
 3 The powers of earth, and hell, in vain 
 
 Against the sacred word combine ; 
 Thy providence through every age 
 Securely guards the book divine. 
 
 4 Thee, its great author, source of light, 
 
 Thee, its preserver, we adore ; 
 
 And humbly ask a ray from thee, 
 
 Its hidden wonders to explore. 
 
 Evan. Mag. 3o. c. m. Mear. 
 
 Revelation welcomed. Ps. cxix. 105, 130. 
 
 1 HAIL, sacred truth ! whose piercing rays 
 
 Dispel the shades of night ; 
 
 Diffusing o'er the mental world 
 
 The healing beams of light. 
 
 2 Jesus, thy word, with friendly aid, 
 
 Restores our wandering feet ; 
 Converts the sorrows of the mind > 
 To joys divinely sweet. 
 
 3 Oh! send thy light and truth abroad, 
 
 In all their radiant blaze ; 
 And bid th' admiring world adore 
 The glories of thy grace. 
 
 21 
 
26, 27. CHRIST. 
 
 4 This lamp, through all the tedious night 
 Of life, shall guide our way ; 
 Till we behold the clearer light 
 Of an eternal day. 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 Heber. 36. 11. 10. Folsom. 
 
 The infant Saviour. Luke ii. 12. 
 I BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morn- 
 
 Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ; 
 l Star of the east, the horizon adorning, 
 t Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid. 
 
 F 8 Cold, on his cradle, the dew-drops are shining, 
 
 ! Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall; 
 
 fc Angels adore him, in slumber reclining, 
 
 I Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 
 
 I 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, 
 Odors of Eden and offerings divine ? 
 
 ' - G«ms of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, 
 Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine ? 
 
 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation ; 
 
 I Vainly with gifts would his favor secure ; 
 » Richer by far is the heart's adoration. 
 Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 
 
 Kippon. ST. 7. Nuremburg. 
 
 1 HARK !— the herald angels sing, 
 " Glory to the new-born King ! 
 22 
 
CHRIST. 28. 
 
 Peace on earth, aad mercj'- mild, 
 Men to God are reconciled." 
 
 2 Mild, he lays his glory by ; 
 Born, that man no more may die ; 
 Joyful, all ye nations, rise, 
 
 Join the triumph of the skies. 
 
 3 " Glory to the new-born King" — 
 Let us all the anthem sing — 
 
 " Peace on earth and mercy mild, 
 Men to God are reconciled. 
 
 Steele. S8. c. m. Rochester. 
 
 Saviour. John iv. 42. 
 
 1 THE Saviour ! O what endless charms 
 
 Dwell in the blissful sound ! 
 Its influence every fear disarms, 
 And spreads sweet comfort round. 
 
 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, 
 
 In rich effusion flow ; 
 For guilty rebels lost in sin, 
 And doomed to endless woe. 
 
 3 Th' almighty former of the skies 
 
 Stooped to our vile abode ; 
 While angels viewed, with wond'ring eyes. 
 And hailed th' incarnate God. 
 
 4 O the rich depths of love divine, 
 
 Of bliss a boundless store ! 
 Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine ; 
 I cannot wish for more ! 
 
 5 On thee alone my hope relies. 
 
 Beneath thy cross I fall ; 
 My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, 
 My Saviour, and mv all I 
 
 23 
 
29, 30. CHRIST. 
 
 Dobell. 90. L. M. Portugal 
 
 Suii of Righteousness. Mai. iv. 2. 
 
 1 GREAT Sun of righteousness arise, 
 And chase the darkness from mine eyes ; 
 Now let thy beams of glory shine, 
 
 And fill my soul with light divine, 
 
 2 While in this world of sin I dwell, 
 Defend me from the powers of hell ; 
 Be thou a sun and shield to me, 
 
 Till I shall dwell, my God, with thee. 
 
 Medley. 30. l, m. Hamburg. 
 
 Loving kindness. Isa. Ixiii. 7. 
 
 1 AWAKE, my soul, to joyful lays, 
 And_ sing the great Redeemer's praise ; 
 He justly claims a sono^ from me, 
 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 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, 
 Though earth and hell my way oppose, 
 He safely leads my soul along, 
 
 His loving kindness, Oh, how strong! 
 
 4 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 I 
 
 5 Often I feel my sinful heart, 
 Prone from my Jesus to depart ; 
 But though I have him oft forgot. 
 His loving kindness changes not. 
 
 24 
 
CHRIST. 31, 32 
 
 6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale ; 
 Soon all my mortal powers must fail. 
 O, may my last expiring breath 
 His loving-kmdness sing in death. 
 
 Collyer. 31. l. m. Sterling. 
 
 Transfiguration. Luke ix. 23—31. 
 
 1 ON Tabor's top the Saviour stands ; 
 
 His altered face resplendent shines ; 
 And, while he elevates his hands, 
 Lo, glory marks its gentle lines ! 
 
 2 Two heavenly forms descend to wait 
 
 Upon their suffering Prince below ; 
 But while they worship at his feet 
 They talk of fast-approaching wo. 
 
 3 Amid the lustre of the scene 
 
 To Calvary he turns his eyes, 
 And, with submission all serene, 
 He marks the future tempest rise, 
 
 4 Then let us climb the mount of prayer, 
 
 Where all his beaming glories shine ; 
 And, gazing on his brightness there, 
 Our woes forget in joys divine. 
 
 5 O, that on yonder heavenly hills, 
 
 Where now the risen Saviour stands, 
 And peace, like softest dew, distils, 
 I too may elevate my hands ! 
 
 Curtis' Col. 3.3. c. w. Brattle Street. 
 
 Miracles of Christ. 
 1 JESUS, and didst thou condescend, 
 When vailed in human clay. 
 To heal the sick, the lame, tlie blind. 
 And drive disease away ? 
 
 25 
 
33. CHRIST. 
 
 2 Didst thou regard the beggar's cry, 
 
 And give the blind to see 7 
 Jesus, thou son of David, hear, — 
 Have mercy, too, on me ! 
 
 3 And didst thou pity mortal wo, 
 
 And sight and health restore ? 
 
 Oh pity, Lord, and save my soul, 
 
 Which needs thy mercy more ! 
 
 4 Didst thou thy trembling servant raise, 
 
 When sinkmg in the wave 7 — 
 I perish, Lord ! — oh, save my soul ! 
 For thou alone canst savet 
 
 Medley. 33. l. ii. Upton. 
 
 He has done all things well. IVIark vii; 37 
 
 1 NOW in a song of grateful praise. 
 To my dear Lord my voice I '11 raise ; 
 With all his saints 1 '11 join to tell. 
 My Jesus hath done all things well. 
 
 2 How sov'reign, wonderful and free 
 Has been his love to sinful me ! 
 
 He plucked me as a brand from hell ; 
 My Jesus hath done all things well. 
 
 3 I spumed his grace, I broke his laws. 
 And yet he undertook my cause, 
 
 To save me, though I did rebel : 
 My Jesus hath done all things well. 
 
 4 And since my soul has known his love, 
 What mercies has he made me prove ! 
 Mercies which do all praise excel ; 
 My Jesus hath done all things well. 
 
 6 Where'er my Saviour and my God 
 Has on me laid his gentle rod, 
 26 
 
CHRIST. 34. 
 
 I know, in all that has befel, 
 
 My Jesus hath done all things well. 
 
 6 Soon shall I pass the vale of death, 
 And in his arms shall lose my breatb; 
 Yet then my happy soul shall tell, 
 My Jesus hath aone all things well. 
 
 7 And when to that bright world I rise, 
 And join the anthems of the skies, 
 Above the rest this note shall swell, 
 My Jesus hath done all things well. 
 
 :/Iedley. 34. 8. 4. Village Street. 
 
 Mission of Christ. Isa. vi. 9. Ps. xl. 7. 
 
 1 " WHOM shall I send ?" the Father cries ; 
 " Lo ! I am here," the Son replies ; 
 
 f " I '11 veil my glories, all divine, 
 
 " And to mine own man's nature join, 
 " That bright in glory he may shine 
 " To endless day." 
 
 2 " I '11 satisfy the law's demands 
 
 " For all who 're giv'n into my hands ; 
 " The bitter cup for them I '11 drink, 
 " Nor shall my chosen ever sink ; 
 " I '11 raise them from th' infernal brink 
 " To endless day." 
 
 3 Constrained by everlasting love, 
 He left the shining realms above ; 
 In sorrows spent his life on earth. 
 
 And then on Calv'ry vanquished death ; 
 " 'Tis finished !" said his dying breath, 
 " To endless day." 
 
 4 [" My ministers I'll send abroad, 
 
 " To call my ransomed back to God ; 
 
 27 
 
35, 36. CHRIST. 
 
 " T^j"? ^ '^^ conduct with tender care, 
 
 " Whlh'?? '''^?' *^"'? ^"^^^ mansions are 
 Wliicli I for all mv saints prepare, 
 
 " To endless day."] 
 
 35. c. M. Woodstock 
 
 Salvation through Christ. 
 
 1 Jesus, th' eternal Son of God, 
 
 Whom seraphim obey, 
 The bosom of the Father leaves, 
 And enters human clay. 
 
 2 Into our sinful world he comes, 
 
 The Messenger of grace, 
 And on the bloody tree expires, 
 A victim in our place. 
 
 3 Transgressors of the deepest stain 
 
 In him salvation find : 
 H^ blood removes the foulest guilt, 
 His spirit heals the mind. 
 
 4 Our Jesus saves from sin and hell; 
 
 His words are true and sure. 
 And on this rock our faith may rest 
 Immovable, secure. 
 
 36. c. M. Rochdale. 
 
 • Can we forget ? 
 
 1 JESUS! thy love shall we forget- 
 
 And never bring to mind 
 
 A §T^.^^^^ P^^^ o"i" hopeless debt, 
 And bade us pardon find ? 
 
 2 Our sorrows and our sins were laid 
 
 On thee—alone on thee : 
 Thy precious blood our ransrnn paid— 
 ihine all the srlory be 
 28 
 
CHRIST. 
 
 37. 
 
 2 Shall we thy life of grief forget, 
 
 Thy fasting and thy prayer ; 
 Thy locks with mountaiii vapors wet, 
 To save us from despair 1 
 
 3 Gethsemane, can we forget 
 
 Thy struggling agony— 
 When night lay dark on Olivet, 
 And none to watch with thee ? 
 
 4 Can we the" platted crown forget, 
 
 The buffeting and shame ; 
 When hell thy sinking soul beset, 
 And earth reviled thy name ? 
 
 5 The nails, the spear, can we forget ; 
 
 The agonizing cry— 
 " My God ! my Father ! wilt thou let 
 Thy Son forsaken die 7" 
 
 6 Life's brightest joys we may forget— 
 
 Our kindred cease to love ; 
 But He, who paid our hopeless debt, 
 Our constancy shall prove. 
 
 Newton. 37. CM. Woodstock. 
 
 Christ precious. 1 Pet. ii. 7. 
 
 1 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 breast ; 
 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the weary, rest. 
 
 3 By him my prayers acceptance gain. 
 
 Although with sin defiled j 
 
 29 
 
38, 39. CERisT. 
 
 Satan accuses me in vain, 
 And I am owned a child. 
 
 4 Weak is the effort of mv heart, 
 
 And cold my warmest thought • 
 But when I see thee as thou art, ' 
 I '11 praise thee as I ought. 
 
 5 Till then I would thy love proclaim 
 
 With every fleeting breath ; 
 And may the music of thv name 
 Refresh my soul in death. 
 
 Heginbotham. 38. cm. Salem. 
 
 Jesus. 1 Pet. ii. 7. 
 
 1 BLESS'p Jesus ! when my soaring thouehts 
 
 O er all thy graces rove, 
 How IS my soul with transport lost 
 In wonder, joy, and love ! 
 
 2 Where'er I look, my wond'ring eyes 
 
 Unnumbered blessings see • 
 
 But what IS life, with all its bliss, 
 
 If once compared with thee ? 
 
 3 Hast thou a rival in my breast ? 
 
 Search, Lord, for thou canst tell 
 It aught can raise my passions thus, 
 Ut please my soul so well. 
 
 4 No, thou art precious to my heart, 
 
 My portion and my joy ; 
 For ever let thy boundless grace. 
 My sweetest thoughts emplay. 
 Tappan. 39. l. m. Windham. 
 
 Gethsemane. Luke xxu. 44. 
 ^ "rj[S midnight— and on Olive's brow 
 Ihe star is dimm'd that lately shone ; 
 
 <5U 
 
CHRIST. 40. 
 
 'Tis midnight— in the garden now 
 The suff'ring Saviour prays alone. 
 
 2 'Tis midnight— and from all removed 
 
 Immanuel wrestles lone, with fears ; 
 E'en the disciple that he loved 
 
 Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 
 
 3 'Tis midnight— and for others' guilt 
 
 The man of sorrows weeps in hlood ; 
 Yet he that hath in anguish knelt 
 Is not forsaken by his God. 
 
 4 'Tis midnight— and from ether plains 
 
 Is borne"the song that angels know ; 
 Unheard bv mortals are the strams 
 That sweetly soothe the Saviour's wo. 
 
 40. P. M. Prospect Street. 
 
 The Atonement. 
 SAW ye my Saviour— Saw ye my Saviour, 
 
 Saw ve' mv Saviour and God ? 
 O! he diedonCalvar\\ 
 To atone for you and me. 
 And to purchase our pardon with blood. 
 
 2 He was extended— He was extended, 
 
 Painfully nailed to the cross ; 
 Here he bowed his head and died, 
 Thus my Lord was crucified, 
 
 To atone for a world that was lost. 
 
 3 When it was finished— When it was finished. 
 
 And the atonement was made, 
 He was taken by the great, 
 And embalmed with spices sweet, 
 
 And was in a new sepulchre laid. 
 
 4 Hail mighty Sa,viour— Hail mighty Saviour, 
 
 Prince, and the Author of peace ; 
 
 31 
 
41. CHRIST. 
 
 O ! he burst the bars of death, 
 And, triumphant from the earth. 
 He ascended to mansions of bliss. 
 
 6 There interceding — There interceding, 
 Pleadin^that sinners may live, 
 Crying, "Father, I have died, 
 
 behold my hands and side, 
 
 O forgive them, I pray thee forgive." 
 
 6 " I will forgive them — I will forgive them, 
 
 When they repent and believe. 
 Let them now return to thee. 
 And be reconciled to me, 
 
 And salvation they all shall receive." 
 
 41. 8. 7. Auburn. 
 
 1 I love the holy Son of God, 
 
 Who once this vale of sorrow trod, 
 Who bore my sins, a dreadful load. 
 
 Up Calvary's gloomy mountain : 
 There on the cross the Saviour hung, 
 The sport of many an impious tongue, 
 While pain extreme his nature wrung, 
 
 And flowed life's crimson fountain. 
 
 2 The sun would not behold the scene, 
 
 But round him threw night's sable screen ; 
 Nature was robed in mourning mien, 
 
 And sighed when Jesus suffered. 
 But ah ! his persecutors stood, 
 Reviling Christ the Son of God, 
 Unmoved to see his gushing blood, 
 
 And shocking insults offered. 
 
 3 O ! why did not his fury burn. 
 
 And floods of vengeance on them turn ? 
 32 
 
CHRIST. 42. 
 
 Amazing ! see, his bowels yearn 
 
 In soft compassion on them. 
 No fury kindles in his eyes, 
 They beam with love— and when he dies, 
 " Fa'lher, forgive," the Sufferer cries, 
 
 " They know not" — O forgive them. 
 
 4 How ardent ought my love to be 
 
 To Him who's done so much for me; 
 My constant service, faithful, free — 
 
 And alljny powers employing. 
 I should my cross with pleasure bear, 
 And place my all of glorying there, 
 In his reproach most gladly share, 
 
 In tribulation joying. \ 
 
 5 And never shall it be concealed, 
 He hath to me his love revealed, 
 Of all my sins a pardon sealed — 
 
 I feel his l)lessed favor. 
 In him I do and will rejoice ; 
 111 oraise him with a cheerful voice, 
 Until the theme my tongue employs • 
 
 In heaven above, forever. 
 
 4^. F. M. Ganges. 
 
 ThT sufferings of Christ. 
 
 1 THROUGHOUT our Saviour's life we trace 
 Nothing but shame and deep disgrace, 
 
 No period else was seen, 
 Till he the spotless victim fell, 
 Tasting in soul a painful hell, 
 
 Caused by the creature's sin. 
 
 2 On the cold ground methinks I see 
 My Jesus kneel and pray for me ; 
 
 O let me him adore ; 
 Seized with a chilly sweat throughout, 
 3 33 
 
43. 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 Blood-drops did force their passage out, 
 Through ev'ry opening pore. 
 
 3 A crown of thorns his temples bore, 
 His back their cruel lashes tore ; 
 
 They made him bear the tree. 
 In purple robes the Lord they dressed, 
 Then hailed him king with scorn and jest, 
 
 And mocking bowed the knee. 
 
 4 Thus up the hill he slowly rose, 
 Surrounded by relentless foes ; 
 
 At length his cross they rear ; 
 And can you see the Son of God 
 Cry out beneath sin's heavy load, 
 
 Without one thankful tear? 
 
 5 Thus bearing our iniquity, 
 
 He dies with anguish on the tree ; 
 
 What tongue his grief can tell? 
 The shudd'ring rocks their heads recline, 
 The mornmg sun refused to shine, 
 
 When the Redeemer fell. 
 
 6 Shout, brethren, shout with songs divine, 
 He drank the gall to give us wine. 
 
 To quench our parching thirst : 
 Seraphs, advance your voices higher, 
 Bride of the Lamb, unite the choir, 
 
 To praise your precious Christ. 
 
 S. F. Smith. 43. l. m. Gethsemane. 
 
 Getlisemane. Liike xxii. 44. 
 1 BEYOND where Cedron's waters flow 
 Behold the suffering Saviour go 
 
 To sad Gethsemane ; 
 His countenance is all divine, 
 Yet grief appears in every line. 
 34 
 
CHRIST. 44. 
 
 2 He bows beneatli the sins of men — 
 He cries to God, and cries again, 
 
 In sad Gethsemane ; 
 He lifts his mournful eyes above — 
 " My Father, can this cup remove 7" 
 
 3 With gentle resignation still, 
 He yielded to his Father's will, 
 
 In sad Gethsemane ; 
 " Behold me here, thine only Son, 
 And, Father, let thy will be done." 
 
 4 The Father heard — and angels, there, 
 Sustained the Son of God in prayer. 
 
 In sad Gethsemane ; 
 He drank the dreadful cup of pain — 
 Then rose to life and joy again. 
 
 5 When storms of sorrow round us sweep, 
 And scenes of anguish make us weep. 
 
 To sad Gethsemane 
 We '11 look, and see the Saviour there. 
 And humbly bow, like him, in prayer. 
 
 Stennett. 44. cm. Howard, 
 
 Crucifixion. Mat. xxvii. 54. 
 
 1 YONDER— amazing sight— I see 
 
 The incarnate Son of God, 
 
 Expiring on the accursed tree, 
 
 And welt'ring in his blood. 
 
 2 Behold the purple torrent run 
 
 Down from his hands and head : 
 The crimson tide puts out the sun; 
 His groans awake the dead. 
 
 3 The trembling earth, the darkened sky, 
 
 Proclaim the truth aloud ; 
 
 35 
 
45. CHRIST. 
 
 And with the amazed centurion cry, 
 "This is the Son of God." 
 4 So great, so vast a sacrifice 
 May well mv hope revive ; 
 If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, 
 The sinner sure may live. 
 
 Madan. 45. 7. Suffield. 
 
 Ascension. Acts i. 9. 
 
 1 HAIL, the day that saw him rise, 
 Ravished from our wistful eyes ; 
 Christ, awhile to mortals giv'n, 
 Reascends his native heaven ; 
 There the pompous triumph waits ; 
 " Lift your heads eternal gates ! 
 Wide unfold the radiant scene, 
 Take the King of glory in ! 
 
 2 Him though highest heaven receives, 
 Still he loves the earth he leaves; 
 Though returning to his throne, 
 Still he calls mankind his own ; 
 Still for us he intercedes, 
 Prevalent his death he pleads ; 
 Next himself prepares a place, 
 Harbinger of human race. 
 
 3 Master, (may we ever say,) 
 Taken from "the Avorld away, 
 See thy faithful servants, see. 
 Ever gazing up to thee : 
 
 Grant, though parted from our sight. 
 High above yon azure height, — 
 Grant our souls may thither rise — 
 FoU'wingthee beyond the skies. 
 
 4 Ever upward let us move. 
 Wafted on the wings of love : ♦ 
 
 36 
 
46. 
 
 Looking when our Lord shall come — 
 Looking for a happier home ; 
 There we shall with thee remain. 
 Partners of thy endless reign; 
 There thy face unclouded see — 
 Find a heav'n of heav'ns in thee. 
 
 46. 8. 7. 4. Calvary. 
 
 •It is finished. John xix. 30. 
 
 1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy- 
 
 Sounds aloud from Calvary ; 
 See, it rends the rocks asunder — 
 Shakes the earth and rends the sky I 
 
 " It is finish'd!"— 
 Hear the Saviour — dying — cry. 
 
 2 It is finished !— Oh, what pleasure 
 
 Do these precious worjls afford ! 
 Heav'nly blessings without measure 
 Flow to us from Christ, the Lord : 
 
 It is finished ! — 
 Saints, the dying words record. 
 
 3 Finished — all the types and shadows 
 
 Of the ceremonial law ; 
 Finished— all that God had promised ; 
 Death and hell no more shall awe: 
 
 It is finished ! — 
 Saints, from hence your comforts draw. 
 
 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, — 
 
 Join to sing the pleasing theme ; 
 All on earth, and all in heaven. 
 Join to praise Immanuel's name : 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 Glory to the bleeding Lamb. 
 
 37 
 
47, 48. CHRIST. 
 
 Collier. 47. c. m. Dedham. 
 
 Consolation. Luke xxiv. 50, 51. 
 
 1 IT is the voice of love divine 
 
 That strikes the lisfning ear, 
 That soothes his mourning follower's gnrief, 
 And wipes the falling tear : 
 
 2 " Because I leave this world" — he cries, 
 
 " Your weeping eyes o'erflow; 
 But though I seek my native skies, 
 My heart remains below." 
 
 3 " My Spirit shall descend, and rest 
 
 Upon each faithful head, 
 Till f, your Lord, return to call 
 My servants from the dead." 
 
 4 He said — and lifting up his hands, 
 
 Pronounced his partmg prayer ; 
 
 When lo, a briglft descending cloud 
 
 Convej'ed him through the air. 
 
 5 With solemn awe his followers view'd 
 
 The splendor of the scene, 
 While the unfolding gates of light 
 Received the Saviour in. 
 
 6 Burning with holy zeal, they spread, 
 
 Through distant lands, his word ; 
 And we, like them, with faith and joy 
 Expect our risen Lord. 
 
 48. 8. 7. Worthington. 
 Priest. 
 1 GREAT High Priest, we view thee stooping, 
 With our names upon thy breast ; 
 In the garden groaning, drooping, 
 To the ground with sorrow pressed. 
 38 
 
CHRIST. 
 
 49. 
 
 2 Weeping angels stood confounded, 
 
 To behold their Maker thus ; 
 And can we remain unwounded, 
 When we know 'twas all for us ? 
 
 3 On the cross thy body broken 
 
 Cancels every penal tie ; 
 Tempted souls produce this token, 
 All demands to satisfy. 
 
 4 All is finished, do not doubt it. 
 
 But believe your dying Lord ; 
 Never cavil more about it, 
 -F' Only take him at his word. 
 
 5 Lord, we fain would trust thee solely, 
 
 'Twas for us thy blood was spilt; 
 Gracious Saviour, take us wholly. 
 Take and make us what thou wilt. 
 
 Burder. 49. 8.7. Wilmot. 
 
 Christ exalted. 
 
 1 JESUS, hail ! enthroned in glory, 
 
 There forever to abide ; 
 All the heavenly host adore thee. 
 Seated at thy Father's side. 
 
 2 There for sinners thou art pleading — 
 
 There thou dost our place prepare ; 
 Thou for us art interceding, 
 Till in glory we appear. 
 
 3 Worship, honor, power and blessing, 
 
 Thou art worthy to receive ; 
 Loudest praises, without ceasing. 
 Meet it is for us to give. 
 
 4 Help, ye bright, angelic spirits ! 
 
 Bring your loudest, noblest lavs ; 
 
 39 
 
60, 51. CHRIST. 
 
 Help to sing our Saviour's merits, 
 Help to chant Immanuel's praise. 
 
 Steele. 50. l. m. Wells. 
 
 Advocate. 1 John ii. 1. 
 
 1 Where is my God ? — does he retire 
 
 Beyond the reach of humble sighs ? 
 Are these weak breathings of desire 
 Too languid to ascend the skies ? 
 
 2 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye, 
 
 See where the great Redeemer stands, 
 The glorious advocate on high, 
 
 With precious incense in his hands ! 
 
 3 He sweetens every humble groan, 
 
 He recommends each broken prayer; 
 The softest call before his throne 
 May rise and find acceptance there. 
 
 4 Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord, 
 
 With stronger faith to call thee mine ; 
 Bid me pronounce the blissful word. 
 My Father, God, with joy divine. 
 
 Medley. 51. l. m. Rothwell. 
 
 Living Redeemer. Job xix. 25. 
 
 1 I know that my Redeem.er lives — 
 What joy the blest assurance gives ! 
 He lives — he lives ! who once was dead. 
 He lives, my everlasting head ! 
 
 2 He lives to bless me with his love, 
 He lives to plead for me above ; 
 He lives my hungry soul to feed, 
 He lives to help in time of need. 
 
 40 
 
CHRIST. 52. 
 
 3 He lives and grants me daily breath, 
 He lives, and I shall conquer death ; 
 He lives my mansion to prepare, 
 He Jives to'bring me safely there/ 
 
 4 He lives !— all glory to his name ! 
 He lives, my Saviour still the same ; 
 How great the joy this sentence gives, 
 " I know that niy Redeemer lives !" 
 
 Stennett. 53. h. m. Darwells. 
 
 1 COME, ev'ry pious heart 
 
 That loves the Saviour's name. 
 Your noblest powers exert 
 
 To celebrate his fame : 
 Tell all above, and all below, 
 The debt of love to him you owe. 
 
 2 He left his starry crown. 
 
 And laid liis robes aside ; 
 On wings of love came down, 
 And wept, and bled, and died; 
 What he endured, oh, who can tell ? 
 To save our souls from death and hell. 
 
 3 From the dark grave he rose. 
 
 The mansion of the dead; 
 And thence his mighty foes 
 
 In glorious triumph led ; 
 Up through the sky the conqueror rode, 
 And reigns on high, the Saviour, God. 
 
 4 Jesus, we ne'er can pay 
 
 The debt we owe thy love ; 
 Yet tell us how we may 
 
 Our gratitude approve : 
 Our hearts — our all to thee we give : 
 The gift, though small, do thou receive. 
 
 41 
 
53. 
 
 CHRIST. 
 
 Brewer. 53. l. m. Uxbridge. 
 
 Hiding place. Isa. xxxii. ii. 
 
 1 HAIL, sov'reign love, that first began 
 The scheme to rescue fallen man ! 
 Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace, 
 That gave my soul a hiding place. 
 
 2 Against the God that rules the sky 
 I fought with hands uplifted high ; 
 Despised the offers of his grace, 
 Too proud to seek a hiding place. 
 
 3 Enwrapped in dark Egj-ptian night, 
 And fond of darkness niore than light, 
 Madly I ran the sinful race. 
 
 Secure without a hiding place. 
 
 4 But thus the eternal counsel ran : 
 
 " Almighty love ! arrest the man ;"— 
 I felt the arrows of distress, 
 And found I had no hiding place, 
 
 5 Vindictive justice stood in view ; 
 To Sinai's fiery mount I flew; 
 
 But justice cried with frowning face, 
 " This mountain is ho hiding place." 
 
 6 But lo ! a heavenly voice I heard— 
 And mercy's angel soon appeared ; 
 Who led me on a pleasing pace, 
 To Jesus Christ, my hiding place. 
 
 7 On him almighty vengeance fell, 
 Which must have sunk a world to hell; 
 He bore it for his chosen race, 
 
 And now he is my hiding place. 
 42 
 
CHRIST. 54, 55. 
 
 Newton. 54. CM. Liverpool. 
 
 1 HE who on earth as man was known, 
 
 And bore our sins and pains, 
 Now seated on the eternal throne. 
 The God of glory reigns. 
 
 2 His righteousness to faith revealed, 
 
 Wrought out for guilty worms, 
 Affords a hiding place, and shield. 
 From enemies and storms. 
 
 3 When troifbles, like a burning sun, 
 
 Beat heavy on their head, 
 To this high rock his people run, 
 And find a pleasing shade. 
 
 4 How glorious He !— how happy they ! 
 
 In such a glorious Friend ! 
 Whose love secures them all the way, 
 And crowns them at the end. 
 
 Hill. 55. 7. 6. Amsterdam. 
 
 Christ our all. 
 
 1 VAIN delusive world adieu, 
 With all of creature good. 
 
 Only Jesus I'll pursue, 
 W'ho bought me with his blood; 
 
 All thy pleasure I'll forego, 
 I'll trample on thy wealth and pride ; 
 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 And Jesus crucified ! 
 
 2 Other knowledge I disdain, 
 'Tis all but vanity : 
 
 Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain. 
 
 He tasted death for me ! 
 He to save from endless avo. 
 
 The sin atoning victim died, 
 
 43 
 
56. CHRIST. 
 
 Onljf Jesus will I know, 
 And Jesus ci-ucified ! 
 
 3 Him to know is life and peace, f 
 
 And pleasure without end, 
 This is all my happiness. 
 
 On Jesus to depend ; 
 Dailjr in his grace to grow, 
 
 And ever in his love abide ; 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified ! 
 
 4 O that I could all invite, 
 
 This saving truth to prove ; 
 Show the length, and breadth, and height, 
 
 And depth «f Jesus' love; 
 Fain I would to sinners show 
 
 This blood alone by faith applied ; 
 Only Jesus will I know. 
 
 And Jesus crucified ! 
 
 56. 8. 7. Valley.' 
 
 The good Shepherd. John x. 11. 
 
 1 LET thy kingdom, blessed Saviour, 
 
 Come and bid our sorrows cease ; 
 Come, O come and reign forever, 
 
 God of love fuid Prince of peace! 
 Visit now thy precious Zion, 
 
 See thy people mourn and weep ; 
 Da)' and night thy lambs are crying, 
 
 Come, good Shepherd, feed tliy sheep. 
 
 2 Lord, in us there is no merit — 
 
 We've been sinners from our A'outh : 
 Guide us. Lord, by thv e:ood Spirit, 
 
 That shall teach us all thy truth; 
 On the gospel word we'll venture. 
 
 Till in death's cold arms we sleep; 
 44 
 
CHRIST. 57. 
 
 Love's our bond, and Christ our centre- 
 Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. 
 
 3 Come, good Lord, with courage arm us, 
 
 Persecution we'll not fear : 
 Nothing, Lord, we know can harm us, 
 
 While our loving Shepherd's near; 
 Glory, glory be to Jesus, 
 
 At his name our hearts do leap; 
 He both comforts us and frees us. 
 
 The good Shepherd feeds his sheep. 
 
 4 Hear the Prince of your salvation, 
 
 Sayhi?, " Fear not, little flock, 
 • I myself am your foundation. 
 
 Ye are built upon this rock : 
 Shun the paths of vice and folly, 
 
 Lest you sink into the deep ; 
 Look to me, and be ye holj*, 
 
 I delight to feed my sheep." 
 
 ^non. 57. 8.7. GreenviUe. 
 
 Christ dwelling in his People. 
 
 1 Love divine, all love excelling! 
 
 'Joy of heaven, to earth come down : 
 Fix in us thv humble dwelling. 
 
 All thy faithful mercies crown : 
 Jesus ! thou art all compassion, 
 
 Pure, unbounded love thou art; 
 Visit us with thy salvation. 
 
 Enter ev'ry trembling heart ! 
 
 2 Come ! almighty to deliver. 
 
 Let us all thy life receive ! 
 Suddenly return— and never. 
 Never more thy temples leave ! 
 
 45 
 
^> 59. CHRIST. 
 
 Thee we would be always blessing, 
 Serve thee as thy hosts above ; 
 
 Pray, and praise thee without ceasing, 
 Glory in thy precious love. 
 
 09, 8. 7. Sicilian Hymi 
 Great Redeemer. 
 
 1 G^EAT Redeemer, friend of sinners, 
 
 Thou hast wondrous power to save • 
 Grant me grace, and still protect me, ' 
 Over life's tempestuous wave. 
 
 2 May my soul, with sacred transport. 
 
 View the dawn while yet afar ; 
 And until the sun arises, 
 Lead me by the morning star. 
 
 3 O, what madness ! O, what folly ! 
 
 That my heart should go astray 
 After vain and foolish trifles : 
 Trifles only of a day. 
 
 4 This vain world, with all its pleasures, 
 
 Very soon will be no more ; 
 
 There's no object worth admiring. 
 
 But the God whom we adore. 
 
 5 See the happy spirits waiting, 
 
 On the banks beyond the stream • 
 Sweet responses still repeating, ' 
 Jesus, Jesus, is their theme. 
 
 Newton. 59. 8. 7. Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 The best of Friends. Prov. xviii. 2-i. 
 1 One there is above all others. 
 
 Well deserves the name of friend; 
 His is love beyond a brother's, 
 Costly, free, and knows no end : 
 46 
 
CHRIST. 
 
 60. 
 
 They who once his kindness prove, 
 Find it everlasting love ! 
 
 2 Which of all our friends to save us 
 
 Could or would have shed his blood ? 
 But this Saviour died to save us, 
 
 Reconciled in him to God ; 
 It was boundless love to bleed ; 
 Jesus is a friend indeed. 
 
 3 When he lived on earth abased, 
 
 " Friend.of sinners " was his name ; 
 Now, above all glory raised, 
 
 He rejoices in the same ; 
 Still he calls them brethren, friends,. 
 And to all their wants attends. 
 
 4 O, for grace our hearts to soften ! 
 
 Teach us, Lord, at length to love ; 
 We, alas ! forget too often, 
 
 What a friend we have above ; 
 When to heaven our souls are brought, 
 We will love thee as we ought. 
 
 60. 5. 11. Middletown. 
 Gratitude. 
 
 1 ALL glory and praise 
 To the ancient of days, 
 
 Who was born and slain to redeem a lost race. 
 
 2 Salvation to God , 
 Who carried our load, 
 
 And purchas'd our lives with the price of his blood. 
 
 3 And shall he not have 
 The lives which he gave 
 
 Such infinite ransom for ever to save ? 
 
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61. CHRIST. 
 
 4 Yes, Lord we are thine, 
 And gladly resign 
 
 Our souls "to be fill'd with the fullness divine. 
 
 5 How, when shall it be, 
 We cannot foresee, 
 
 But, O, let us live, let us die unto thee. 
 
 UticaCol. 61. 8.7. Worlhington 
 
 Light. Isa.Xviii. 2. 
 
 1 LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling 
 
 Borders on the shades of death, 
 Come, and by thy love's revealing, 
 Dissipate the clouds beneath. 
 
 2 The new heaven and earth's Creator, 
 
 In our deepest darkness rise, 
 
 Scattering all the night of nature, 
 
 Pouring eye-sight on 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 Come, and manifest the favor 
 
 Thou hast for the ransom'd race ; 
 
 Come, thou glorious God and Saviour, 
 
 Come, and bring the gospel grace. 
 
 5 Save us, in thy great compassion, 
 
 O thou mild, pacific Prince ! 
 
 Give the knowledge of salvation, 
 
 Give the pardon of our sins. 
 
 6 By thine all-sufficient merit, 
 
 Every burdened soul release ; 
 
 Every weary, wandering spirit, 
 
 Guide into thy perfect peace. 
 
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CHRIST. 62, 63. 
 
 Dobell. 6S. L. M. Hebron. 
 
 Christ the Way. Jer. vi. 16. 
 
 1 INaUIRING souls, who loog to find 
 Pardon of sin, and peace of mind ; 
 Attend the voice of God to-day, 
 Who bids you seek the good old way. 
 
 2 The righteousness, th' atoning blood 
 Of Jesus, is the way to God ; 
 
 O may you then no 'longer stray, 
 
 But walk in Christ, the good old way. 
 
 3 The prophets, and th' apostles too, 
 Pursu'd this way, while here below ; 
 Then let not fear your souls dismay, 
 But come to Christ, the good old way. 
 
 4 With cautious zeal and holy care, 
 In this dear way I'll persevere ; 
 Nor doubt to meet another day, 
 Where Jesus is, the good old way. 
 
 Steele. 03. cm. Brattle Street. 
 
 Pearl of great Price. Mat. xiii. 46. 
 
 1 YE glittering toys of earth, adieu ; 
 
 A nobler choice be mine ; 
 A real prize attracts my view, 
 A treasure all divine. 
 
 2 Begone,unworthy of my cares, 
 
 Ye specious baits of sense ; 
 Inestimable worth appears, 
 The pearl of price immense ! 
 
 3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown, 
 
 O name divinely sweet ! 
 Jesus, in thee, in thee alone, 
 Wealth, honor, pleasure meet. 
 4 40 
 
64. CHRIST. 
 
 4 Should both the Indies at my call 
 
 Their boasted stores resign ; 
 With joy I would renounce them all, 
 For leave to call thee mine. 
 
 5 Should earth's vain treasures all depart, 
 
 Of this dear gift possess'd, 
 I'd clasp it to my joyful heart, 
 And think myselfmost bless'd. 
 
 6 Dear Sov'reign of my soul's desires, 
 
 Thy love is bliss divine ; 
 Accept the wish that love inspires, 
 And bid me call thee mine. 
 
 H. K. \Vhite. 64- l. m. Eaton. 
 
 The star of Bethlehem. Mat. ii. 10. 
 
 1 WHEN marshalled on the nightly plain. 
 
 The glittering hosts bestud the sky, 
 One star alone, of all that train, 
 
 Can fix the sinner's wandering eye : 
 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, 
 
 From ev'ry host, from ev'ry gem ; 
 But one alone the Saviour speaks ; 
 
 It is the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 2 Once on the raging seas I rode ; 
 
 The storm was loud, the night was dark, 
 The ocean vawn'd, and rudely blow'd 
 
 The wind that toss'd my foundering bark. 
 Deep horror then my vitals froze, 
 
 Death-struck, I ceas'd 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 ; 
 50 
 
CHRIST. 65, 66. 
 
 And through the storm and danger's thrall, 
 
 It led me to the port of peace. 
 Now safely moor'd, my perils o'er, 
 
 I'll sing, first in night's diadem, 
 Forever and for evermore, 
 
 The Star— the Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 Newton. 65?. 8. Spring. 
 
 Mat. xxi. 42. John xx. 23. 
 
 1 " WHAT think ye of Christ ?" is the test, 
 
 To try both your state and your scheme ; 
 You cannot be' right in the rest, 
 
 Unless you think rightly of him ; 
 As Jesus appears in your view. 
 
 As he is beloved or not ; 
 So God is disposed to you, 
 
 And mercy or wrath is your lot. 
 
 2 Some take him a creature to be — 
 
 A man, or an angel at most : 
 Sure these have no feelings like me, 
 
 Nor know themselves wretched and lost ; 
 So guilty — so helpless am I, 
 
 I could not confide in his word, 
 Unless I could make the reply, 
 
 That Christ is " My Lord and my God." 
 
 Duncan. 66. c. m. Coronation. 
 
 Coronation. Song iii. 11. 
 
 1 ALL hail the power of .Tesus' name ! 
 
 Let angels prostrate fall ; 
 Bring forth the royal diadem, 
 And crown him— Lord of all. 
 
 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, 
 
 Who from his altar call ; 
 
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67. CHRIST. 
 
 Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, 
 And crown him — Lord of all. 
 
 3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, 
 
 Ye ransom'd from the fall, 
 Hail him who saves you hj- his grace, 
 And crown him — Lord of all. 
 
 4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 
 
 The wormwood and the gall, 
 Go, spread your trophies at his feet, 
 And crown him — Lord of all. 
 
 5 Let every kindred, every tribe, 
 
 On this terrestrial ball. 
 To him all majesty ascribe. 
 And crown him— Lord of all. 
 
 6 O that, with yonder sacred throng, 
 
 We at his feet may fall ; 
 We'll join the everlasting song, 
 And crown hini — Lord of all. 
 
 Bedome. OT. s. m. Olmutz 
 
 Compassion of Christ. Luke xix. 41. 
 1 DID Christ o'er sinners weep ! / 
 
 And shall our cheeks be dry? 
 Let floods of penitential grief 
 Burst forth from every eye. 
 
 9 The Son of God in tears. 
 Angels with wonder see ! 
 Be thou astonish'd, 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 is found, 
 And there's no weeping there. 
 52 
 
CHRIST. 68, 69. 
 
 3Iontgoniery. G8. 7. Turin. 
 
 Lsaming of Christ. Mat. xi. 29. 
 
 1 GO to dark Gelhsemane, 
 
 Ye 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. 
 
 2 Follow to the judgment hall, 
 
 View the Lord of life arraign'd ; 
 O the wormwood and the gall ! 
 
 O the pangs his soul sustain'd ! 
 Shun not suifering, shame, or loss ; 
 Learn of him to bear the cross. 
 
 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb ; 
 
 There adoring at his feet, 
 Mark that miracle sublime, 
 
 God's own sacrifice complete : 
 " It is finish'd," hear him cry ; 
 Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 
 
 4 Early hasten to the tomb, 
 
 Where they laid his breathless clay ; 
 All is solitude and gloom, 
 
 Who hath taken him away ? 
 Christ is ris'n ; he meets our eyes ! 
 Saviour, teach us so to rise. 
 
 Newtoa. 69. 7. 6. Miss. Hymn, 
 
 Physician. Jer. viii. 22. 
 1 HOW lost was my condition. 
 Till Jesus made me whole ! 
 There is but one physician 
 Can cure a sin-sick soul ! 
 
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70. CHRIST. 
 
 The worst of all diseases 
 
 Is light compared with sia ; 
 On ev'ry part it seizes, 
 
 But rages most within. 
 
 2 From men great skill professing, 
 
 I thought a cure to gain ; 
 But this prov'd more distressing, 
 
 And added to my pain — 
 Some said that nothing ail'd me, 
 
 Some gave me up for lost ; 
 Thus every refuge fail'd me, 
 
 And all my hopes were cross'd. 
 
 3 At length this great Physician — 
 
 How matchless is his grace ! 
 Accepted my petition. 
 
 And undertook my case — 
 Next door to death he found me. 
 
 And snatch'd me from the grave, 
 To tell to all around me 
 
 His wondrous power to save. 
 
 4 A dying, risen Jesus, 
 
 Seen by the eye of faith, 
 At once from danger frees us. 
 
 And saves the soul from death — 
 Come then to this Physician, 
 
 His help he'll freely give ; 
 He makes no hard condition, 
 
 'Tis only, look—and live. 
 
 Steele. TO. l. m. Rockingham. 
 
 Christ's dying Love. 2 Cor. v. 14, 15. 
 1 SEE, Lord, thy willing subjects bow. 
 Adoring low belore thy throne ; 
 Accept our humble, cheerful vow; 
 Thou art our sov'reign, thou alone. 
 54 
 
CHRIST. 71. 
 
 2 Beneath thy soul-reviving ray, 
 
 E'en cold affliction's wintry gloom 
 Shall brighten into vernal day, 
 And hopes and joys immortal bloom. 
 
 3 Smile on our souls, and bid us sing, 
 
 In concert with the choir above, 
 The glories of our Saviour King, 
 The condescensions of his love. 
 
 4 He died, to raise to life and joy 
 
 The vile, the guilty, and undone ; 
 O ! let his praise each hour employ, 
 Till hours no more their circles run ! 
 
 5 He died ! — ye seraphs, tune your songs ! 
 
 Resound the Saviour's sacred name ; 
 For nought below immortal tongues 
 Can ever reach the wond'rous theme. 
 
 Humphry's Col. 71., cm. Ludlow. 
 
 All in All. Col. iii. 11. 
 
 1 CHRIST as our great physician heals 
 
 Our maladies within ; 
 Relieves the pangs the conscience feels 
 From recollected sin. 
 
 2 He sees our many pressing wants 
 
 With a propitious eye ; 
 And from his own abundance grants 
 A free and rich supply. 
 
 3 He sympathizes with our grief, 
 
 He lends a gracious ear 
 To all our groans ; — and gives relief, 
 Whate'er we feel or fear. 
 
 4 My soul with sacred rapture saith, 
 
 "(When Jesus is in view.) 
 
 §5 
 
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72. CHRIST. 
 
 This is the object of my faith, 
 And this its author too. 
 
 6 Angels his name with joy confess, 
 And low before him fall ; 
 Then what can sinners here do less 
 Than own him All in All. 
 
 Medley. 72, l. m. Old Hundred. 
 
 The Breaker. Mic. ii. 13. 
 
 1 SING the dear Saviour's glorious fame, 
 Who bears the Breaker's Avondrous name ; 
 Sweet name ! and it becomes him well, 
 Who breaks down sin, guilt, death, and hell. 
 
 2 A mighty Breaker sure is he ; 
 
 He broke my chains and set me free ; 
 
 A gracious Breaker to my soul ; 
 
 He breaks, and O, he makes me whole ! 
 
 3 He breaks through ev'rj- gloomy cloud, 
 Which can my soul with darkness shroud ! 
 He breaks the bars of ev'ry snare. 
 Which hellish foes for me prepare. 
 
 4 He breaks the gates of harden'd brass. 
 To bring his faithful words to pass ; 
 And though with pondrous iron barr'd. 
 The Breaker's love they can't retard. 
 
 6 Great Breaker ! O, thy love impart 
 Daily, to break my stony heart ; 
 O, break it, Lord, and enter in, 
 And break, O break the pow'r of sin. 
 
 56 
 
CHRIST. 73, 74. 
 
 Hoskins. 73. s. m. Boylston. 
 
 Bread of Life. John vi. 35, 48, 51. 
 
 1 BEHOLD the gift of Goi! 
 
 Sinners, adore his name, 
 Who st\e:l for u-; his precious blood, 
 Who bore our curse and shame. 
 
 2 Behold the living bread, 
 
 JVhich Jesus came to give, 
 
 By dying in the sinner's stead, 
 
 That he might ever live. 
 
 3 Behold the Saviour's love, 
 
 Who gives his flesh to eat ; 
 Never did an?els taste abov6 
 Provisions naif so sweet. 
 
 4 The Lord delights to give ; 
 
 He knows you've nought to buy ; 
 To Jesus haste ; — this bread receive, 
 And you shall never die. 
 
 Medley. 74. l. m. Effingham. 
 
 Comforter. John xiv, 18. 
 
 1 COME, ye who know the Saviour's love. 
 And his induige.it mercies prove ; 
 
 In cheerful songs his praise express, 
 For he'll not leave you comfortless. 
 
 2 He ever acts the Saviour's part, 
 With strong compassions in his heart ; 
 The least and weakest saint he'll bless, 
 Nor will he leave him comfortless. 
 
 3 His wisdom, goodness, pow'r, and care, 
 They largely, sweetly, daily share ; 
 He will their ev'ry fear suppress. 
 
 Nor will he leave them comfortless. 
 
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75. 
 
 4 While thev are sojourners below. 
 And. travel through this world of woe, 
 In storms and floods of deep distress, 
 He will not leave them comfortless. 
 
 5 So when they pass death's gloomy vale, 
 And flesh and mortal powers fail, 
 Their dying lips shall then confess 
 
 He does not leave them comfortless. 
 
 6 Thanks to thy name, our dearest Lord, 
 For ev'ry promise in thy word ; 
 
 But, O, with this our hearts impress, 
 " I will not leave you comfortless." 
 
 B— . 75, L. M. Ward. 
 
 Friend of Sinners. Luke vii. 34. 
 
 1 JESUS, th' incarnate God of love, 
 Rules all the shining worlds above ; 
 
 And. though his name the heav'ns transcend, 
 Yet he is still the sinner's friend. 
 
 2 Behold, the condescending God 
 Awhile forsakes his bright abode ; 
 Down to our world see him descend, 
 And groan and die the sinner's friend. 
 
 3 When the appointed hour was come. 
 He burst the barriers of the tomb ; 
 Then to the skies he did ascend. 
 Where still he lives the signer's friend. 
 
 4 Ye mourning souls to Jesus come. 
 Cast ofl' despair, there yet is room ; 
 
 To his dear hands your cause commend, 
 He only is the sinner's friend. 
 
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CHRIST. 76, 77. 
 
 Hill's Col. 76. 6. 4. Italian Hymn. 
 
 Worthy the Lamb. Rev. v. 12. 
 
 1 GLORY to God on high, 
 Let heav'n and earth reply, 
 
 Praise ye his name ! 
 Angels his love adore, 
 Who all our sorrows bore. 
 And saints sing, evermore, 
 
 " Worthy the Lamb." 
 
 2 Ye, who surround the throne, 
 Cheerfully join in one. 
 
 Praising his name ! 
 Ye, who have felt his blood 
 Sealing your peace with God, 
 Sound his dear name abroad ; 
 
 " Worthy the Lamb." 
 
 3 Soon must we change our place, 
 Yet will we never cease 
 
 Praising his name ! 
 Still will we tribute bring, 
 Hail him our gracious King, 
 And through all ages sing, 
 
 " Worthy the Lamb." 
 
 Dobell. 77. s. 31. Seir. 
 
 Rose of Sharon. Song ii. 1, 
 
 1 IN Sharon's lovely Rose 
 
 Immortal beauties shine ; 
 Its sweet, refreshing fragrance shows 
 Its origin divine. 
 
 2 How blooming and how fair !^ 
 
 O may my happy breast 
 This lovely Rose for ever wear, 
 And be supremely blest ! 
 
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78, 79. CHRIST. 
 
 Noel. 78. CM. Arlington. 
 
 Grateful Remembrance of Christ. 
 
 1 IF human kindness meets return, 
 
 And owns the grateful tie; 
 If tender thoughts within us burn, 
 To feel a friend is nigh, — 
 
 2 Oh ! shall not warmer accents tell 
 
 The gratitude we owe 
 To him who died, our fears to quell, 
 And save from death and wo ! 
 
 3 While yet in anguish he survey'd 
 
 Those pangs he would not flee, 
 What love his latest words display'd — 
 " 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 ! 
 
 Henry. #0. c. m. Ascension. 
 
 1 BEYOND the glitfrin? starry sky, 
 
 Far as the eternal hills, 
 There, in the boundless realms of light, 
 Our dear Redeemer dwells. 
 
 2 Immortal angels, bright and fair, 
 
 In countless numbers shine : 
 At his right hand, with golden harps, 
 They offer songs divine. 
 
 3 They brought his chariot from above, 
 
 To bear him to his throne ; 
 Clapp'd their triumphant wings, and cried, 
 " The ,s(Jorious icork is done." 
 
 60 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. 80, 81. 
 
 THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 Montgomery. 80. s. m. Shirland. 
 
 The indwelling influences of the H0I7 Spirit. 
 
 1 'TIS God the Spirit leads 
 
 In paths before unknowTi ; 
 The work to be performed is ours, 
 The strength is all his own. 
 
 2 Supported by his grace, 
 
 We still pursue our way ; 
 And hope at last to reach'the prize, 
 Secure in endless day. 
 
 3 'Tis he that works to will, 
 
 'Tis he that works to do : 
 His is the power by which we act, 
 His be the glory "too. 
 
 Pratt's Col. 81. H. M. Haddam. 
 
 God hearing Prayer. Ps. Ixv. 2. 
 
 1 O THOU that hearest prayer ! 
 
 Attend our humble cry ; 
 And let thy servants share 
 
 Thy blessing from on high ; 
 We plead the promise of thy word, 
 Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord ! 
 
 2 If earthly parents hear 
 
 Their children when they cry ; 
 If they, with love sincere, 
 
 The"ir children's wants supply ; 
 Much more wilt thou thy love display, 
 And answer when thy cnildren pray. 
 61 
 
82, 83. THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 3 Our heavenly Father thou— 
 'We — children of thy grace — 
 Oh let thy Spirit now 
 
 Descend and fill the place ; 
 So shall we feel the heavenly flame, 
 And all unite to praise thy name. 
 
 Newton. 83, l. m. Hamburg. 
 
 Prayer to God the Spirit. 
 
 1 O THOU, at whose almighty word 
 
 The glorious light from darkness sprung ! 
 Thy quick'ning influence alford, 
 
 And clothe with pow'r the preacher's tongue. 
 
 2 'Tis thine to teach him how to speak, 
 
 'Tis thine to give the hearing ear; 
 
 'Tis thine the stubborn heart to break, 
 
 And make the careless sinner fear. 
 
 3 'Tis also thine, almighty Lord, 
 
 To cheer the poor des'ponding heart ; 
 
 speak the soul-reviving word, 
 And bid the mourner's fears depart. 
 
 4 Thus while we in the means are found, 
 
 We still on thee alone depend. 
 
 To make the gospel's joyful sound 
 
 Eflectual to the promis'd end. 
 
 Brown. 83. l. m. Uxbridge. 
 
 Guidance of the Spirit, Rora. viii. 14. 
 
 1 COME, gracious Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 
 With light and comfort from above. 
 
 Be thou our guardian, thou our guide. 
 O'er ev'ry thought and step preside. 
 
 2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far 
 From ev'ry sin and hurtful snare ; 
 
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THE HOLY SPIRIT. 84, 85. 
 
 Lead to thy word that rules must give, 
 And teach us lessons how to live. 
 
 3 The light of truth to us display, 
 And make us know and choose thy way ; 
 Plant holy fear in ev'ry heart, 
 That we from God may ne'er depart. 
 
 4 Lead us to holiness, the road 
 That we must take to dwell with God ; 
 Lead us to Christ, the living way, 
 Nor let us from his pastures stray. 
 
 5 Lead us to God, our final rest, 
 In his enjoyment to be bless'd ; 
 Lead us to heav'n the seat of bliss, 
 Where pleasure in perfection is. 
 
 Burder's Col. 84. 7. Nuremburg. 
 
 1 COME, divine and peaceful Guest, 
 Enter each devoted breast ; 
 Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire. 
 Kindle there the gospel fire. 
 
 2 Bid our sin and sorrow cease ; 
 Fill us with thy heavenly peace : 
 Joy divine we then shall prove, 
 Light of truth — and fire of love. 
 
 "Watts. 85. c. M. Cambridge. 
 
 Breathing after the Holy Spirit. 
 
 1 COME,Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 
 
 With all thy quick'ning powers. 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 In these cold hearts of ours. 
 
 2 Look how we grovel here below. 
 
 Fond of these trifling toys ; 
 
 63 
 
86. THE HOLY SPIRIT. I 
 
 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. 1 
 
 4 Dear Lord ! and shall we ever live 
 
 At this poor djnng rate ? 
 Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 
 And thine to us so great ! 
 
 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 
 
 With all thy quick 'ning powers : 
 Come shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
 And that shall kindle ours. 
 
 Hart. 86, s. M. Shirland. 
 
 Invocation to the Spirit. John xiv. 26. 
 
 1 COME, Holy Spirit, come, 
 
 Let thy bright beams arise ; 
 Dispel the sorrow from our minds — 
 The darkness from our eyes. 
 
 2 Convince us all of sin ; 
 
 Then lead to Jesus' blood ; 
 And to our wond'ring view reveal 
 The secret love of God. 
 
 3 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart — 
 
 To sanctify the soul — 
 To pour fresh life in ev'ry part, 
 And new create the whole. 
 
 4 Revive our drooping faith ; 
 
 Our doubts and fears remove ; 
 And kindle in our breasts the flame 
 Of never-dying love. 
 64 
 
THE HOLY SPIRIT. 87, 88. 
 
 Pratt's Col. 87. s. m. St. ThomaS: 
 
 Invocation to the Spirit. John xiv. 26. 
 
 1 BLEST Comforter divine ! 
 
 Let rays of heavenly love 
 Amid our gloom and darkness shine, 
 And guide our souls above. 
 
 2 Draw, with thy still small voice, 
 
 Us from each sinful way ; 
 And bid the mourning saint rejoice, 
 Though earthly joys decay. 
 
 3 By thine inspiring breath 
 
 Make ev'ry cloud of care, 
 And e'en the gloomy vale of death, 
 A smile of glory wear. 
 
 4 Oh, fill thou ev'ry heart 
 
 With love to all our race ! 
 Great Comforter ! to us impart 
 These blessings of thy grace. 
 
 Burder's Col. 88. 8. 7. Douglass. 
 
 To the blessed Spirit. 
 
 1 HOLY GHOST, dispel our sadness, 
 
 Pierce the clouds of sinful night ; 
 Come, thou source of sweetest gladness, 
 
 Breathe thy life, and spread thy light ! 
 Loving Spirit, God of peace, 
 Great distributer of grace, 
 
 Rest upon this congregation ! 
 
 Hear, O hear our supplication. 
 
 2 From that height which knows no measure, 
 
 As a gracious shower descend, 
 Bringing down the richest treasure 
 Man can wish, or God can send. 
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89. THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 O thou glory, shining down 
 From the Father and the Son, 
 
 Grant us thy illumination ! 
 
 Rest upon this congregation. 
 
 3 Come, thou best of all donations 
 
 God can give, or we implore ; 
 Having thy sweet consolations, 
 
 We need wish for nothing more : 
 Come, with unction and v,'ith power, 
 On our souls thy graces shower ; 
 
 Author of the new creation, 
 
 Make our hearts thy habitation. 
 
 Scott. 80. L. M. Windham, 
 
 The return of the Spirit implored. Eph. iv. 30. 
 1 FOR ever shall my fainting soul, 
 
 O God, thy just displeasure mourn 
 !d Spirit long withdraw 
 no more to me return ? 
 
 Thy grieved Spirit long withdrawn, 
 Will he 
 
 2 Once I enjoy'd, (O happy time,) 
 
 The heart-felt visits of his grace ; 
 Nor can a thousand varying scenes 
 The sweet remembrance quite efface ! 
 
 3 Beneath his warming, quick'ning beams 
 
 This icy rock dissolv'd away ; 
 New life diffus'd through all my pow'rs, 
 And darkness yielded to the day. 
 
 4 Great source of light and peace, return, 
 
 Nor let me mourn and sigh in vain ; 
 Come, repossess this longing heart, 
 With all the graces of thy train. 
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THE HOLY SPIRIT. 90, 91. 
 
 Barder's Col. 00. l. m. Hebron. 
 
 Preparation for Worship. 
 
 1 COME, Holy Spirit, calm each mind, 
 
 And fit us to approach our God ; 
 Remove each vain, each worldly thought, 
 And lead us to thy blest abode. 
 
 2 Hast thou imparted to our souls 
 
 A living spark of holy fire ? 
 Oh ! kindle now the sacred flame ; 
 Make us to burn with pure desire. 
 
 3 Still brighter faith and hope impart, 
 
 And let us now our Saviour see ; 
 O ! soothe and cheer each burden'd heart, 
 And bid our spirits rest in thee. 
 
 Wesley. 01, l. m. Hamburg. 
 
 Take not thy Holy Spirit, &c. Ps. ii. 11. 
 
 1 STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, 
 
 Though I have done thee such despite. 
 Cast not a sinner quite away, 
 Nor take thine everlasting flight : 
 
 2 Though I have most unfaithful been 
 
 Of all who e'er thy grace receiv'd, 
 Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, 
 Ten thousand times thy' goodness griev'd: 
 
 3 Yet Oh, the chief of sinners spare, 
 
 In honor of my great High Priest ; 
 Nor in thy righteous anger swear 
 I shall not see thy people's rest. 
 
 4 If 3'^et thou canst my sins forgive, 
 
 E'en now, O Lord, relieve my woes; 
 Into thy rest of love receive, 
 And bless me with the calm repose. 
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92. SINNERS WARNED. 
 
 5 E'en now my weary soul release, 
 
 And raise me by thy gracious hand ! 
 Guide me in thy perfect peace, 
 
 And bring me to the promis'd land. 
 
 SINNERS WARNED. 
 
 92. 11.5. Bunker Hill. 
 
 The Voice of Warning. 
 
 1 AH, guilty sinner, ruin'd by transgression, 
 What shall thy doom be, when, array'd in terror, 
 Grod shall command thee, cover'd with pollution^ 
 
 Up to the judgment 7 
 
 2 Wilt thou escape from his omniscient noticej 
 Fly to the caverns, court annihilation ? 
 
 Vain thy presumption, justice still shall triumph, 
 In thy destruction. 
 
 3 Stop, thoughtless sinner, stop awhile and ponder, 
 Ere death arrest thee, and the Judge in vengeance 
 Hurl from his presence thine affrighted spirit, 
 
 Swift to perdition. 
 
 4 Oft has he call'd thee, but thou wouldst not hear 
 
 him, 
 Mercies and judgments have alike been slighted ; 
 Yet he is gracious, and with arms unfolded 
 Waits to embrace thee. 
 
 5 Come, then, poor sinner, come away this moment, 
 Just as you are, come, filthy and polluted. 
 Come to the fountain open for uncleanness ; 
 
 Jesus invites you. 
 68 
 
SINNERS WARNED. 93, 94. 
 
 6 Oh! guilty sinner, hear the voice of warning; 
 Fly to the Saviour, and embrace his pardon, 
 So shall your spirit meet with joy triumphant, 
 Death and the judgment ! 
 
 Pres Davies. 03. l. m. Old Hundred. 
 
 The Wreck of Nature. Isa. xxiv. 18—20. 
 
 1 HOW great, how terrible that God, 
 Who sltakes creation with his nod ! 
 
 He frowns — earth, sea, all nature's frame 
 Sink in one universal flame. 
 
 2 Where now, oh, where shall sinners seek 
 For shelter in the general wreck ! 
 
 Shall fallinsr rocks be o'er them thrown? 
 See rocks, like snow dissolving down. 
 
 3 In vain for mercy now they cry ; 
 In lakes of liquid fire they lie ; 
 There on the flaming billows tost, 
 For ever — oh, for ever lost ! ' 
 
 4 But saints, undaunted and serene, 
 With calmness view the dreadful scene ; 
 Their Saviour lives, the worlds expire ; 
 
 And earth and skies dissolve in fire. ^ 
 
 5 Jesus, the helpless creature's friend, 
 To thee my all I dare commend ; 
 Thou canst preserve my feeble soul 
 When lightnings bla:ie from pole to pole. 
 
 Doddridge. 04. s. m. Aylesbury. 
 
 Preparation for the Judg-meni. Rev. xx. 11. 
 I HOW will my heart endure 
 The terrors of that day, 
 When earth and heav'n, "before the Judge, 
 Astonish'd shrink away ! 
 
 69 
 
95. SINNERS WARNED. 
 
 2 But ere that trumpet shakes 
 
 The mansions of the dead ; 
 Hark ! from the gospel's cheering sound 
 What joyful tidings spread ! 
 
 3 Ye sinners, seek his grace, 
 
 Whose wrath ye cannot bear ; 
 Fly to the shelter of his cross, 
 And find salvation there. 
 
 4 So shall that curse remove, 
 
 By which the Saviour bled ; 
 
 And' the last awl'ul day shall pour 
 
 His blessings on your head, 
 
 Epis. Col. Oo, 7. Nuremburg. 
 
 Danger of Delay. Gen. xix. 22. 
 
 1 HASTE, O 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 thv season should be o'er, 
 Ere this evening's stage be run. 
 
 3 Haste, O sinner— now return ; 
 
 Stay not for the morrow's sun ; 
 Lest thy lamp sliould cease to burn, 
 Ere salvation's work is done. 
 
 4 Haste, O sinner — now be blest, 
 
 Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
 Lest perdition thee arrest, 
 Ere the morrow is begun. 
 70 
 
SINNERS WARNED. 96. 
 
 Newton. OG. s. m. Olrautz. 
 
 Few saved. Luke xiii. 23, 24. 
 
 1 DESTRUCTION'S dangerous road 
 
 What multitudes pursue ! 
 While that which leads the soul to God 
 Is known or sought by few. 
 
 2 Believers find the way- 
 
 Through Christ the living gate ; 
 But those who hate this holy way 
 Complain it is too strait. 
 
 3 If self must be deny'd, 
 
 And sin no more caress'd, 
 They rather choose the way that's wide, 
 And strive to think it best. 
 
 4 Encompass'd by a throng, 
 
 On numbers they depend ; 
 They say, so many can't be wrong, 
 And miss a happy end. 
 
 5 But hear the Saviour's word, 
 
 " Strive for the heav'nly gale, 
 Many will call upon the Lord, 
 And find their cries too late." 
 
 6 Obey the gospel call, 
 
 And enter Avhile 30U may ; 
 The flock of Christ" is always small, 
 And none are safe but they. 
 
 7 Lord, open sinners' eyes, 
 
 Their awful state to see ; 
 And make them, ere the storm arise, 
 To thee for safety flee. 
 
 71 
 
97, 98. SINNERS WARNED. 
 
 Dobell. 97. c. M. Albany. 
 
 The Broad and Narrow Way, Mat. vii 13 14 
 
 1 SINNERS, behold that downward road 
 
 Which leads to endless wo ; 
 What multitudes of thoughtless souls 
 The road to ruin go ! 
 
 2 But yonder see that narrow way 
 
 Which leads to endless bliss ; 
 There see a happy chosen few, 
 Redeem'd by sovereign grace. 
 
 3 They from destruction's city came, 
 
 To Zion upward tend ; 
 The Bible is their precious guide. 
 And God himself their friend. 
 
 4 Lord, I would now a pilgrim be — 
 
 Guide thou mv feet ari?ht ; 
 I would not for ten thousand worlds 
 Be banish'd from thy sight. 
 
 tVatts. 98. CM. Howard. 
 
 The Scoffer. 
 
 1 ALL ye who laugh and sport with death, 
 
 And say there is no hell ; 
 The gasp of your expiring breath 
 Will send you there to dwell. 
 
 2 When iron slumbers bind vour flesh, 
 
 With strange surprise vbu'll find 
 Immortal vigor spring afresh, 
 And tortures wake the mind ! ' 
 
 3 Then vou'll confess, the frightful names 
 
 Of plasrues vou scorn 'd before, 
 No more shall look like idle dreams, 
 Like foolish tales no more. 
 12 
 
SINNERS WARNED. 99, 100. 
 
 4 Then shall ye curse that fatal day, 
 With flames upon your tongues, 
 When you exchang'd your souls away 
 For vanity and songs. 
 
 99. s. M. Little Marlboro'. 
 Escape for thy Life. Gen. xix. 17. 
 
 1 SEE Sodom wrapt in fire ! 
 
 And hark, what piercing shrieks ! 
 Those daring rebels now expire, 
 For Grod in justice speaks. 
 
 2 O sinner, mark thy fate ! 
 
 Soon will the Judge appear ; 
 And then thy cries will come too late ; 
 Too late for God to hear. 
 
 3 The day of mercy gone, 
 
 The Spirit griev'd away, 
 The cup, long filling, now o'erflown, 
 Demands the vengeful day. 
 
 4 Thy God, insulted, seems 
 
 To draw his glitt'ring sword ; 
 And o'er thy guilty head it gleams, 
 To vindicate his word. 
 
 5 One only hope I see ; 
 
 O, sinner, seize it now, 
 The blood that Jesus shed for thee ! 
 No other hope hast thou. 
 
 Newton. 100. l. m. Eaton. 
 
 The Fig-tree. Mark xi. 20. 
 1 ONE awful word which Jesus spoke 
 Against the tree that bore no fruit. 
 More dreadful than the lightning's stroke, 
 Blasted and dry'd it to the root. 
 
 73 
 
101. 
 
 SINNERS WARNED. 
 
 2 How man^f who the gospel hear, 
 
 Whom fealan blinds, and sin deceives, 
 May with this wither'd tree compare ?— 
 They yield no fruits, hut only leaves. 
 
 3 Knowledge, and zeal, and ?ifts, and talk, 
 
 Unless combin'd with faith and love, 
 And witness 'd by a gospel walk, 
 Will not a true profession prove. 
 
 4 Without such fruit as God expects. 
 
 Knowledge will make our state the worse ; 
 Ihe Iruitless sinners he rejects. 
 And soon will blast them with his curse. 
 
 Doddridge. 101, l. m. Bellville 
 
 The sinner Weighed and found Wanting. Dan. v. 27. 
 
 1 RAISE, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eve — 
 behold God's balance lifted high ! 
 
 There shall his justice be display'd, 
 And there thy hope and life be weigh'd. 
 
 2 See in one scale his perfect law ; 
 
 Mark with what force its precepts draw : 
 
 Wouldst thou the awful test sustain ! 
 
 Thy works how light ! thy thoughts how vain ! 
 
 3 Behold, the hand of God appears 
 To trace in dreadful characters, 
 
 '' Sinner— thv soul is wanting found. 
 
 And wrath shall smite thee to the ground." 
 
 4 Let sudden fear thv nerves unbrace • 
 Let horror change thy guilty face ; ' 
 Through all thy thoughts let anguish roil, 
 Till deep repentance melf-thy soul. 
 
 5 One only liope may vet prevail ; 
 Christ hath a weight to turn the scale • 
 
 74 
 
SINNERS WARNED. 102, 103. 
 
 Still doth the gospel publish peace, 
 And show a Saviour's righteousness. 
 
 6 Great God, exert thy power to save: 
 Deep on the heart these truths engrave ; 
 The pondrous load of guilt remove 
 That trembling lips may smg thy love. 
 
 Newton. lOS. cm. Balerma 
 
 The Rich Worldling. Luke xu. 16—21. 
 
 1 " MY barns are full, my stores increase ; 
 
 And no\^U"or many years, 
 Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease, 
 Secure from wants and fears.' 
 
 2 Thus, while a worldling boasted once, 
 
 As many now presume, 
 He heard the Lord himself pronounce 
 His sudden, awful doom : 
 
 3 « This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass 
 
 Into a world unknown ; 
 And who shall then the stores possess 
 Which thou hast call'd thine own .' 
 
 4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme 
 
 For happiness below ; 
 Till death destroys the pleasing dream, 
 And they awake to wo. 
 
 Doddridge. 103. CM. Marlow. 
 
 Repentance. Acts xvii. 30. 
 1 REPENT, the voice celestial cries. 
 
 Nor longer dare delay : , . i- „ 
 
 The wretch that scorns the mandate dies, 
 And meets a fiery day. 
 
 70 
 
104. SINNERS WARNED. 
 
 2 No more the sov'reign eye of God 
 
 O'erlooks the crimes o"f men ; 
 His heralds are despatch'd abroad. 
 To warn the world of sin. 
 
 3 Together in his presence bow, 
 
 And all your guilt confess : 
 Accept the offer'd Saviour now, 
 Nor trifle with his grace. 
 
 4 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound, 
 
 And call you to his bar ; 
 
 I ^/^^^' ^""^'^^ ^^' appointed bound, 
 And turns to vengeance there. 
 
 5 Amazing love, that yet will call, 
 
 And yet prolong our days ! 
 Uur hearts, subdu'd by goodness, fall. 
 And weep, and love, and praise. 
 
 Newton. 104. 7.6. Richmond. 
 
 The Alarm. 
 1 STOP, poor sinner, stop and think, 
 /^elore you further go : 
 Will you sport upon the brink 
 Of everlasting wo ? 
 
 Be entreated now to stop f 
 
 Unless you warning- take, 
 Ere you're aicare, you'll drop 
 
 Into the burning lake. 
 
 2 Ghastly death will quickly come. 
 
 And drag you to the bar ; 
 
 Then to hear your awful doom 
 
 Will fill you with despair. 
 
 3 All your sins will round you crowd 
 
 Of bloody crimson die. ' 
 
 76 
 
SINNERS WARNED. 
 
 105. 
 
 Each for vengeance crying loud, 
 And what can. you reply 7 
 
 4 Can you stand in that great day, 
 
 When judgment is proclaim'd. 
 When the earth shall melt away. 
 Like wax before the flame 1 
 
 5 Sinners then in vain will call, 
 
 Who now despise his grace, 
 
 "Rocks and mountains on us fall, 
 
 And hide us from his face." 
 
 6 But as yet there is a hope. 
 
 That you may mercy know ; 
 Though his arm is lifted up, 
 He still forbears the blow. 
 
 7 'Twas for sinners Jesus died ; 
 
 Sinners he calls to come ; 
 None that come shall be denied, 
 He says, " There yet is room." 
 
 Epis. Col. 100. 7. Norwich. 
 
 Sinners urged to accept salvation. Ezek. xxxiii. 11. 
 
 1 SINNERS ! turn ; why will ye die ? 
 God, your Maker, asks you why : 
 God, who did your being give. 
 Made you with himself to live. 
 
 2 Sinners, turn— why will ye die ? 
 God, the Saviour asks you why : 
 He, who calls you to believe, 
 He who died, that ye might live. 
 
 3 Will you let him die in vain 7 
 Crucify your Lord again 7 
 Why — ye harden'd smners — why 
 Will ye slight his grace, and die ? 
 
 77 
 
106, 107. SINNERS WARNED. 
 
 4 Sinners, turn— why will ye die ? 
 God, the Spirit, aslcs you why : 
 He who all your lives hath strove, 
 Woo'd you to embrace his love ; — 
 
 5 Will ye not his grace receive 7 
 Will ye still refuse to live ? 
 Oh ! ye dying sinners, why- 
 Why will ye forever die ? 
 
 Epis. Col. 106. 7. Holley. 
 
 Sinner ! rouse thee. Jon. i. 6, 
 
 1 SINNER ! rouse thee from thy sleep, 
 Wake, and o'er thy folly weep ; 
 
 O'er thy spirit dark and dead, 
 Jesus waits his light to shed. 
 
 2 Wake from sleep, arise from death, 
 See the bright and living path ; 
 Watchful tread that path ; be wise, * 
 Leave thy folly, seek the skies. 
 
 3 Leave thy folly, cease from crime, 
 From this hour redeem thy time ; 
 Life secure without delay, 
 
 Evil is the mortal day. 
 
 4 Be not blind and foolish still, 
 Call'd of Jesus, learn his will : 
 Jesus calls from death and night, 
 Jesus waits to shed his light. 
 
 Hart. 107. CM. Bangor. 
 
 Preparation for death. Mat. xxiv. 44. 
 1 VAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear : 
 Repent !— thy end is nigh ! 
 
 /8 
 
• Death, at the farthest, can't be far— 
 . Oh, think before thou die ! 
 
 2 Reflect— thou hast a soul to save : 
 
 Thy sins— how high they mount ! 
 
 What are thy hopes beyond the grave ? 
 
 How stands that dread account 1 
 
 3 Death enters— and there's no defence— 
 
 His time there's none can tell : 
 He'll in a moment call thee hence, 
 To heaven — or to hell ! 
 
 4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care, 
 
 Shall greedy worms consume : 
 But, ah ! destruction stops not there- 
 Sin kills beyond the tomb. 
 
 5 To-day, the gospel calls ; to-day, 
 
 Sinners, it speaks to you : 
 Let ev'ry one forsake his way, 
 And mercy will ensue. 
 
 Newton. 108. 7. Pleyel's, 
 
 Sinner, prepare to meet God. Ezek. xxii, 14. 
 
 1 SINNER, art thou still secure 1 
 
 Wilt thou still refuse to pray 7 
 Can thy hands or heart endure 
 In the Lord's avenging day 1 
 
 2 See, his mighty arm is bar'd ! 
 
 Awful terrors clothe his brow ! 
 For his judgment stand prepar'd, 
 Thou must either break or bow. 
 
 3 At his presence nature shakes, 
 
 Earth afl^righted hastes to flee ; 
 Solid mountains melt like wax, 
 What will then become of thee ? 
 
 79 
 
109. 
 
 SINNERS WARNED. 
 
 4 Who his advent may abide : 
 -^Y'ou that glory in your shame, 
 WiJI you find a place to hide, 
 
 When the world is wrapt in flame ? 
 
 5 Lord, prepare us by thy grace ! 
 
 Soon we must resign our breath, 
 And our souls be call'd to pass 
 Through the iron gate of death. 
 
 6 Let us now our day improve, 
 
 Listen to the gospel voice : 
 Seek the things that are above ; 
 Scorn the world's pretended joys. 
 
 Hyde^ 109. L.M. RothweU. 
 
 My Spirit shall not always strive. Gen vi. 3. 
 ^ ®4X' *^"""^r' hath a voice within 
 TT , J whisper'd to thy secret soul, 
 Urg d thee to leave the ways of sin, 
 And yield thy heart to God's control? 
 
 2 Hath something met thee in the path 
 
 Ut worldhness and vanity, 
 And pomted to the coming wrath 
 And warn'd thee from that wrath to flee? 
 
 3 Sinner, it was a heav'nly voice, 
 
 T* u Y^^}^^ Spirit's gracious call ; 
 It bade thee make the better choice, 
 And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 
 
 4 Spurn not the call to life and light • 
 
 Kegard in time the warning kind ; 
 Ihat call thou may'st not always slight 
 And yet the gate of mercy find. ' 
 
 5 God's Spirit will not alwavs strive 
 
 With harden'd self-destroying man; 
 oO 
 
SINNERS WARNED. 110, 111. 
 
 Ye, who persist his love to grieTe, 
 May never hear his voice again. 
 
 Sinner — perhaps this very day, 
 Thy last accepted time may be : 
 
 Oh, snould'st thou grieve him now away, 
 Then hope may never beam on thee. 
 
 Hyde. 1 10. s. m. Troas. 
 
 Grieve not the Spirit. Eph. iv. 30. 
 
 1 AND canst thou, sinner, slight 
 The call of love divine 7 
 
 Shall God with tenderness invite, 
 And gain no thought of thine 1 
 
 2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve 
 The Spirit from thy breast, 
 
 Till he tny wretched soul shall leave 
 With all thy sins opprest 7 
 
 3 To-day, a pard'ning God 
 Will hear the suppliant pray ; 
 
 To-day, a Saviour's cleansmg blood 
 Will wash thy guilt away. 
 
 4 But, grace so dearly bought, 
 If yet thou wilt despise. 
 
 Thy fearful doom with vengeance fraught, 
 Will fill thee with surprise. 
 
 N'ewton. 111. cm. Cambridge. 
 
 Belshazzar. Dan. v. 5, 6. 
 1 POOR sinners ! little do they think 
 With whom they have to do ! 
 They stand securely on the brink 
 Of everlasting wo. 
 6 81 
 
112. SINNERS WARNED. 
 
 2 Chaldea's kin^, profanely bold, 
 
 The Lord ot hosts defy'd ; 
 But vengeance soon his boasts controPd, 
 And humbled all his pride. 
 
 3 He saw a hand upon the wall, 
 
 (And trembled on his throne,) 
 Which wrote his sudden, dreadful fall, 
 In characters unknown. 
 
 4 His pomp and music, guest and wine, 
 
 No more delight afford : 
 O sinner, ere this case be thine, 
 Begin to seek the Lord. 
 
 6 The law, like this hand- writing, stands, 
 And speaks the wrath of God ; 
 But Jesus answers its demands, 
 And cancels it with blood. 
 
 S. Songs. 112. 11. Portuguese. 
 
 Delay not. 
 
 1 DELAY not, delay not, O sinner draw near, 
 
 The waters of life are now flowmg for thee ; 
 No price is demanded, the Saviour is here. 
 Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 
 
 2 Delay not, delay not, why longer abuse 
 
 The love and compassion of Jesus thy God .' 
 A fountain is open'd, how canst thou refuse 
 To wash and be cleans'd in his pardoning biooaf 
 
 3 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come. 
 
 For mercy still lingers, and calls thee to-day ; 
 Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb ; 
 Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away 
 82 
 
SINNERS AWAKENED. 113. 
 
 ft Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace, 
 
 Lonar griev'd and resisted, may lake its sad 
 light, 
 And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, 
 To sink in the depth of eternity's night. 
 
 5 Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand — 
 
 The earth"shall dissolve, the heavens shall fade; 
 The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall 
 stand ; 
 What power then, O sinner, shall lend thee its 
 aid! 
 
 SINNERS AWAKENED. 
 
 Strong. 113. L.M. Oxford, 
 
 Reflection. 
 
 1 ALAS, alas, how blind I've been, 
 How little of myself I've seen ! 
 Sportive I sail'd the sensual tide, 
 Thoughtless of God, whom I defied. 
 
 2 I heard of heaven, I heard of hell, 
 Where bliss and wo eternal dwell ; 
 But mock'd the threats of truth divine. 
 And scorn'd the place where angels shine. 
 
 3 Mv angry heart refus'd the blood 
 Of a descending, suffering God ; 
 And guilty passion boldly broke 
 
 The holy law which heaven had spoke. 
 
 83 
 
114, 115. SINNERS AWAKENED. 
 
 4 The alluring world controll'd my choice, 
 When conscience spoke, I hush'd its voice, 
 Securely laugh'd along the road, 
 
 Which napless millions first had trod. 
 
 5 Now the Almighty God comes near, 
 And makes me shake with awful fear ; 
 Perhaps I sink to endless pain, 
 
 Nor hear the voice of joy again. 
 
 Toplady. 114. s. m. Beverly. 
 
 The guilty heart. Jer. xvii. 9. Mat. xv. 19. 
 
 1 ASTONISH'D and distress'd, 
 I turn mine eyes within ; 
 
 My heart with loads of guilt opprest, 
 The seat of ev'ry sin. 
 
 2 What crowds of evil thoughts, 
 What vile afiections there ! 
 
 Distrust, presumption, artful guile, 
 Pride, envy, slavish fear. 
 
 3 Almighty King of saints, 
 These tyrant lusts subdue : 
 
 Expel the darkness of my mind. 
 And all my pow'rs renew. 
 
 4 This done, my cheerful voice 
 Shall loud hosannas raise ; 
 
 My soul shall glow with gratitude, 
 My lips proclaim thy praise. 
 
 C. Sec. 1 15, c. M. Dedham. 
 
 Mary's tears. Luke vii. 38, 44. 
 1 WHEN the repentant Mary came, 
 And knelt at Jesus' feet, 
 84 
 
SINNERS AWAKENED. 116. 
 
 Weigh'd down by sorrow, sin, and shame, 
 And pour'd the precious sweet — 
 
 2 The tears of penitence bedew'd 
 
 The humble mourner's eye ; 
 Her contrite grief her Maker view'd, 
 And register'd it on high. 
 
 3 She at her Saviour's footstool bent, 
 
 And humbly knelt to pray ; 
 ." Go(i saw her heart — forgiveness sent 
 And wip'd her sins away. 
 
 4 Ye who by sin have been misled 
 
 From the bright way to heaven, 
 And would again its pathway tread, 
 And wish to be forgiven — 
 
 5 Do not upon the sacred shrine 
 
 Your glittering off 'rings heap, 
 As if your gems were things divine, 
 But like the suppliant weep. 
 
 6 O ! may the storms of sorrow raise 
 
 Your wandering thoughts to heaven; 
 May you, like Mary, kneel and praise, 
 Like Mary — be forgiven. 
 
 110. L. M. Windham. 
 
 The helpless sinner looking to Christ, 
 
 1 LONG have I trod the way to hell. 
 And vainly dream'd that all was well ; 
 But now I feel my sins a load, 
 
 And I a stranger to my God. 
 
 2 I groan and turn at ev'ry breath, 
 
 And fain would fly from sin and death ; 
 But ah ! these bars of unbelief 
 Chain down my soul fronkall relief. 
 
 85 
 
117. 
 
 SINNERS AWAKENED. 
 
 3 Far from my help my friends do stand, 
 While foes conspire on ev'rv hand : 
 Where shall I hide, where shall I flee 
 For help, O Jesus, but to ihee ? 
 
 4 To thee I'd come, O help, I pray, 
 And take this unbelief away ; 
 
 Thou mighty God, thou Prince of peace, 
 Give my imprison'd soul release. 
 
 E. Col. 117. CM. St. Martin's 
 
 Pleading for mercy. Mark x. 47. 
 
 1 JESUS, have mercy on my soul ! 
 
 Oh ! listen to my cry ! 
 Cleanse me from sin. Lord, make me whole, 
 Save me, or else I die. 
 
 2 Whither, my Saviour, shall I fly, 
 
 Oh ! where for mercy flee ; 
 Low at thy sovereign feet I lie, 
 My only hope in thee. 
 
 3 One word of grace, one look of love, 
 
 Would melt this stonv heart ; 
 One hope of pity from above 
 Would bid my fears depart. 
 
 4 Hast thou not shed thy precious blood 
 
 For sinners such as I ? 
 Hast thou not died, my King ! my God .' 
 For rebels doom'd to die ? 
 
 5 Oh ! then have mercy on my soul, 
 
 Lord, to thy cross I flee ; 
 Cleanse me from sin, Oh ! make me whole 
 Hear, hear my humble plea. 
 86 
 
SINNERS AWAKENED. 118, 119. 
 
 118. s. M. Seir. 
 
 The awakened sinner's reflection. 
 
 1 O AM I born to die, 
 With a polluted soul ? 
 
 Ah ! hurried to eternity, 
 As swift as time can roll. 
 
 2 I just begin to see ; 
 
 Ah ! Lord, what shall I do ? 
 How shall a wretched sinner flee 
 From everlasting wo 7 
 
 3 I dare no longer stay 
 
 So nigh the jaws of hell ; 
 Vet how to go, or find the way , 
 To Christ, I cannot tell. 
 
 4 O Lord, though I am vile, 
 Receive me as I am ; 
 
 Let heaven's immortal goodness smile 
 On me, through Christ the Lamb. 
 
 119. CM. Mear. 
 
 The aged sinner awakened. 
 
 1 O WHAT a wretched sinner. Lord! 
 
 I now begin to see 
 The dangers of the ways I trod, 
 But know not where to flee. 
 
 2 Long have I turn'd my back on thee, 
 
 And slighted all thy grace ; 
 Yet pity, Lord, O pity me, 
 And let me see tiiy'face. 
 
 3 Lord, change my heart, or I am gone ; 
 
 O give me life divine ! 
 
 87 
 
120, 121. SINNERS AWAKENED. 
 
 Though I am old, may I be born 
 A heavenly child ol thine. 
 
 Hart. ISO. L. M. Rockingham. 
 
 Hardness of heart. Ezek. xi. 19. 
 
 1 OH, for a glance of heav'nly day, 
 To take the stubborn stone away ; 
 And thaw, with beams of love divine. 
 This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 
 
 2 The rocks can rend, the earth can quake ; 
 The sea can roar, the mountains shake ; 
 Of feeling all things show some sign, 
 But this unfeeling heart of mine. 
 
 3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, 
 Dear Lord, an adamant would melt ; 
 But I can read each moving line, 
 And nothing move this heart of mine. 
 
 4 But Pow'r Divine can do the deed. 
 And much to feel that Pow'r I need ; 
 Come, Holy Spirit, and refine. 
 
 And move, ana melt this heart of mine. 
 
 Newton. • ISl. s. m. Olmutz. 
 
 The gospel pool. John v. 2—9. 
 
 1 BESIDE the gospel pool, 
 Appointed for the poor. 
 
 From lime to time my helpless soul 
 Has waited for a cure. 
 
 2 How often have I seen 
 The healing waters move ; 
 
 And others round me stepping in, 
 Tlieir efficacy prove. 
 88 
 
SINNERS AWAKENED. 122. 
 
 3 But my complaints remain, 
 I feel the very same ; 
 
 As full of guilt, and fear, and pam, 
 As when at first I came. 
 
 4 How often have I thought, 
 Why should I longer lie 7 
 
 Surely the mercy I have sought 
 Is not for such as I. 
 
 5 But whither can I go ? 
 There is no other pool 
 
 Where streams of sovereign mercy now, 
 To make a sinner whole. 
 
 6 Here then, from day to day, 
 I'll wait, and hope, and try ; 
 
 Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, 
 Yet sufier him to die 7 
 
 Medley. 1^3. i- m. Windham. 
 
 The stony heart. Ezek. xxxvi. 26, 27. 
 
 1 LORD, hear a burden'd sinner mourn. 
 Who gladly would to thee return ; 
 Thy tender mercies O impart, 
 
 And take away this stony heart. 
 
 2 'Tis this hard heart, my gracious Lord, 
 Which scorns thy love and slights thy word ; 
 Which tempts me from thee to depart ; 
 Lord, take away this stony heart ! 
 
 3 'Tis this hard heart, whose bold reply 
 Gives all thv sacred truth the lie. 
 And would thv promises pervert ; 
 Lord, take away this stony heart ! 
 
 4 'Tis this hard heart I feel within 
 
 Which slights thy grace and cleaves to sm ; 
 
 89 
 
123. SIN^^ERS AWAKENED. 
 
 Sure 'tis of hell the counterpart ; 
 Lord, take away this stony heart ! 
 
 5 'Tis this hard heart, which day by day 
 Would shut my mouth, nor let me pray, 
 Yea, would from every duty start ; 
 Lord, take away this stony'heart ! 
 
 6 'Tis this hard heart, whose cursed snare 
 Tempts me to pride, or to despair ; 
 
 O, in me. Lord, thy pow'r exert, 
 And take away this stony heart. 
 
 Songster. 133* p. m. Portuguese. 
 
 The beggar for crumbs. Mat. vii. 28. 
 
 1 DEAR Jesus ! here comes and knocks at thy door 
 A beggar for crumbs, distressed and poor. 
 Blind, lame and forsaken, all roll'd in his blood, 
 At last overtaken when running from God. 
 
 2 To ask children's bread I dare not presume, 
 But, Lord, to be fed with fragments I come ; 
 Some crumbs from thy table O let me obtain, 
 For lo ! thou art able my wants to sustain. 
 
 3 I own I deserve no favor to see. 
 
 So long did I SAverve and wander from thee ; 
 Till brought by thy Spirit my follies to mourn : 
 Now under conviction to thee I return. 
 
 4 For since thou hast said thou'lt cast away none. 
 Who fly to thine aid as sinners undone : 
 
 Now, Lord, I am come as condemned to die, 
 And on this sweet promise I humbly rely. 
 
 5 I cannot depart, dear Jesus, nor yield, 
 
 Till my poor heart feels this promise fulfiU'd, 
 That I may forever a monument be. 
 To praise the' dear Saviour of sinners like me. 
 90 
 
SINNERS AWAKENED. 124, 125. 
 
 Cowper. 1^4. s. M. Boylslon. 
 
 1 MY former hopes are fled, 
 My terror now begins ; 
 
 1 feel, alas ! that I am dead 
 
 In trespasses and sins. 
 
 2 Ah, whither shall I fly 7 
 I hear the thunder roar ; 
 
 The law proclaims destruction nigh, 
 And vengeance at the door. 
 
 3 When I review my ways, 
 I dread impending doom ; 
 
 But sure, a friendly whisper says, 
 " Flee from the wrath to come." 
 
 4 I see, or think I see, 
 
 A glimm'ring from afar ; 
 A beam of day that shines for me, 
 To save me from despair. 
 
 5 Forerunner of the sun. 
 It marks the pilgriin's way 
 
 I'll gaze upon it while I run. 
 And watch the rising day. 
 
 125. L. M. Forest. 
 
 Mourning for sin. 
 
 1 O THAT my load of sin were gone, 
 
 O that I could at last submit 
 At Jesus' feet to lay me down : 
 To lay my soul at Jesus' feet ! 
 
 2 Rest for my soul I long to find ; 
 
 Saviour of all, if mine thou art. 
 Give me thy meek and lowly mind. 
 And stamp thine image on my heart. 
 91 
 
126. 
 
 SINNERS AWAKENED. 
 
 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, 
 
 And fully set my spirit free ; 
 I cannot rest till p'ure within, 
 Till I am wholly lost in thee. 
 
 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God, 
 
 Thy light and easy burden prove. 
 The cross all stain'd with hallow'd blood, 
 The labor of thy dying love. 
 
 5 I would — but thou must give the power ; 
 
 My heart from every sin release ; 
 
 Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, 
 
 And fill me with thy perfect peace. 
 
 6 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer, 
 
 Nor let thy chariot wheels delay ; 
 . Appear in my poor heart, appear ; 
 My God, my Saviour, come away ! 
 
 Newton. 136. s. m. Olmutz. 
 
 Vileness of heart. Job. xl. 4. 
 
 1 O LORD, how vile am I, 
 Unholy and unclean ! 
 
 How can I dare to venture nigh 
 With such a load of sin ? 
 
 2 Is this polluted heart 
 
 A dwelling fit for thee ? 
 Swarming, alas ! in ev'ry part, 
 What evils do I see ! 
 
 3 If I attempt to pray, 
 
 And raise my soul'on high. 
 My thoughts are hurri'd fast away, 
 For sin is ever nigh. 
 
 4 If in thy word I look. 
 
 Such darkness fills mv mind, 
 92 
 
SINNERS AWAKENED. 127. 
 
 I only read a sealed book, 
 But no relief can find. 
 
 5 Thy gospel oft I hear, 
 But hear it still in vain ; 
 
 Without desire, or love or fear, 
 Harden'd I still remain. 
 
 6 And must I then indeed 
 Sink in despair and die 7 
 
 Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed 
 For such a wretch as I. 
 
 Watts. 127. CM. ArUngton. 
 
 • Repentance. Zechariah xii. 10. 
 
 1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed? 
 
 And did my Sovereign die ? 
 Would he devote that sacred head 
 For such a wretch as 1 7 
 
 O, the Lamb, the loving- Lamb, 
 
 The Lamb on Calvary ; 
 The Lamb that was slain, 
 That liveth again, 
 
 To intercede for me. 
 
 2 Was it for crimes that I have done 
 
 He groan'd upon the tree 7 
 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 Saviour, died 
 For man, the creature's sin. 
 
 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 
 
 While his dear cross appears ; 
 
 93 
 
128. SINNERS AWAKENED. 
 
 Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness, 
 
 And melt, my eyes, in tears. 
 5 But drops of tears can ne'er repay 
 
 The debt of love I owe ; 
 Here, Lord, I give myself away, 
 
 'Tis all that I can do. 
 
 Staughton. 198. c. m. Dundee. 
 
 We would see Jesus. John xii. 21. 
 
 1 TELL us, ye servants of the Lord, 
 
 Where's your great Master found ; 
 Him would we see, whose powerful word 
 Can heal our ev'ry wound. 
 
 2 We would see Jesus, for we know 
 
 His sovereign grace alone 
 Can on us hearts of flesh bestow, 
 And for our sins atone. 
 
 3 We would see Jesus, does not he 
 
 Bid contrite sinners come ? 
 And to such guilty souls as we 
 Proclaim, " there yet is room?" 
 
 4 Millions have hast'ned to his arms, 
 
 And now resound his name ; 
 Him would we see whose endless charms 
 Our anxious hearts inflame. 
 
 5 We would see Jesus, for his saints 
 
 May lean upon his breast ; 
 Pour out with confidence their plamts. 
 And find celestial rest. 
 
 6 We would see Jesus, and would pray 
 
 For those unhappy friends 
 Who choose, alas ! that crooked way 
 Which in perdition ends. 
 94 
 
SINNERS AWAKENED. 129, 130. 
 
 : We would see Jesus, gracious friend, 
 From him derive our bliss ; 
 And wait till we the heav'ns ascend, 
 And see him as he is. 
 
 Hyde. 139. c. m. Woodstock. 
 
 Condemned by the Law. 
 
 1 AH, what can I, a sinner, do, 
 
 With all my guilt oppress'd? 
 I feel the hardness of my heart, 
 And conscience knows no rest. 
 
 2 Great God, thy good and perfect law, 
 
 Does all my life condemn, 
 The secret evils of my soul 
 Fill me with fear and shame. 
 
 3 How many precious Sabbaths gone 
 
 I never can recall ; 
 And O, what cause have I to mourn, 
 Who misimproved them all ! 
 
 4 How long, how often have I heard 
 
 Of Jesus and of heaven ; 
 Yet scarcely listen'd to his word, 
 Or pray'd to be forgiv'n ! 
 
 5 Constrain me, Lord, to turn to thee, 
 
 And grant renewing grace ; 
 For thou this flintv heart canst break. 
 And thine shallbe the praise. 
 
 Moore. 130. l. m. Surrey. 
 
 Crying for Mercy. 
 1 AWAKED from sin's delusive sleep, 
 My heavy guilt I feel and weep : 
 Beneath a weight of woes oppress'd, 
 I come to thee, my Lord, for rest. 
 
 95 
 
131, 132. SINNERS AWAKENED. 
 
 2 Now from thy throne of bliss above 
 Shed down a look of heavenly love ; 
 That balm shall sweeten all my pain, 
 And bid my soul rejoice again. 
 
 3 By thy divine, transforming power, 
 My ruin'd nature now restore ; 
 And let my life and temper shine, 
 In blest resemblance, Lord, to thine. 
 
 131. s. M. Seir. 
 
 Grace supplicated. 
 
 1 LORD, help me to repent — 
 
 With sin for ever part ; 
 And to thy gracious eye present 
 An humble, contrite heart — 
 
 2 A heart with grief oppress'd, 
 
 For having griev'd thy love ; 
 A troubled heart that cannot rest 
 Till cleansed from above. 
 
 3 Jesus, on me bestow 
 
 The penitent desire : 
 With true sincerity of wo 
 My aching breast inspire. 
 
 4 With softening pity look, 
 
 And melt my hardness down ; 
 Strike with thy love's resistless stroke, 
 And break this heart of stone. 
 
 Newton. 139. cm, Cambridge. 
 
 Tlie malady of sin. ■* 
 
 1 THOU great Physician of the soul, 
 To thee I bring my case ; 
 My raging malady control, 
 And heal me by thy grace. 
 96 
 
i SINNERS AWAKENED. 133. 
 
 » 2 Help me to state my whole complaint • 
 But where shall I begin ? ' 
 
 Nor words nor thoughts can fully paint 
 Ihat worst distemper— sin. 
 
 3 It lies not in a single part, 
 
 But through mv soul is spread : 
 And all the affections of my heart 
 By sin are captive led. 
 
 4 A thousand evil thoughts intrude, 
 
 Tumultuous in my breast ; 
 VVhich mdispose me for my food, 
 And rob me of my rest. 
 
 5 Thou great Physician, hear my cry, 
 
 And set my spirit free ; 
 Let not a trembling sinner die, 
 Who longs to live to thee. 
 
 Hewett. 133. 7. Nuremburg. 
 
 The resolve. Es. iv. 16. 
 
 1 IF I perish, I will go 
 
 Trembling to the Saviour's feet, 
 Yet his favor he'll bestow, 
 Yet I may forgiveness meet. 
 
 2 If Iperish, I- will go .- 
 
 He perhaps may pity me ; 
 Unbehef still answers— no, 
 He will not a wretch like thee. 
 
 3 If I perish, I must own 
 
 God is just to banish me ; 
 
 But I'll venture near his throne. 
 
 For his pardons all are free. 
 
 t4 If I perish, I will go, 
 Tbough distress'd, I can but try; 
 ~ 97 
 
134, 135. SINNERS AWAKENED. 
 
 Should he mercy never show, 
 Begging I will live and die. 
 
 6 Dearest Saviour, let me live, 
 Stretch thy sceptre out to me ; 
 All my sins, though great, forgive ; 
 Speak the word and set me free. 
 
 Strong. 134:. c. M. Burford. 
 
 Slain and Reviving. 
 
 1 SMOTE by the law, I'm justly slain ; 
 
 Great God, behold my case ; 
 Pity a sinner fiU'd with pain, 
 Nor drive me from thy face. 
 
 2 Dread terrors fright my guilty soul — 
 
 Thy justice, all in flames, 
 Gives sentence on this heart so foul, 
 So hard, so full of crimes. 
 
 3 'Tis trembling hardness that I feel : 
 
 I fear, but don't relent — 
 Perhaps of endless death the seal ; 
 O, that I could repent ! 
 
 • 4 My prayers, my tears, my vows are vile : 
 My duties black with guilt ; 
 On such a wretch can mercy smile, 
 Though Jesus' blood was spilt ! 
 
 Turaer. 135. 8. 7. Greenville. 
 
 Conviction. 
 1 JESUS, full of all compassion. 
 
 Hear thy humble suppliant's cry ; 
 Let me know thy great salvation, 
 
 See, I languish, faint and die. 
 Guilty, but with heart relenting, 
 Overwhelm'd with helpless grief, 
 9S 
 
SINNERS AWAKENED. 136. 
 
 Prostrate at thy feet repenting, 
 Send, O send me quick relief! 
 
 2 Whither should a wretch he flying, 
 
 But to him who comfort gives? 
 Whither, from the dread of dying, 
 But to him who ever lives. 
 
 3 Saved — the deed shall spread new glory 
 
 Through the shining realms above. 
 Angels sing the blessed story, 
 All enraptur'd with thy love. 
 
 Newton. 136. 8. 7. Helmley. 
 
 Bartimeug. Mark x. 4S. 
 
 1 " MERCY, O thou son of David!" ' 
 
 Thus the blind Bartim'us pray'd ; 
 [ " Others by thy word are sav'd, 
 Now to me afford thine aid." 
 
 2 Many for his crj'ing chid him, 
 
 But he caird the louder still ; 
 Till the gracious Saviour bid him, 
 " Come and ask me what you will." 
 
 3 Money was not what he wanted, 
 
 Though by begging us'd to live ; 
 But he ask'd, and Jesus granted 
 Alms which none but he could give. 
 
 4 "Lord, remove this grievous blindness, 
 
 Let my eyes behold the day !" 
 Straight he saw, and won by kindness, 
 ^ FoUow'd Jesus in the way. 
 
 6 Oh ! methinks I hear him praising, 
 
 Publishing to all around ; 
 I " Friends, is not ray case amazing ? 
 
 What a Saviour I have found ! 
 
 99 
 
137. 
 
 SINNERS AWAKENED. 
 
 6 Oh ! that all the blind but knew him, 
 And would be advis'd by me ! 
 Surely they would hasten to him, 
 He would cause them all to see." 
 
 Ockum. 137* c. p. M. Gangesi 
 
 The new birth. John iii. 3. 
 
 1 AWAK'D by Sinai's awful sound, 
 My soul in bonds of guilt I found, 
 
 And knew not where to go ; 
 Eternal truth did loud proclaim, 
 " The sinner must be born again, 
 
 Or sink to endless wo." 
 
 2 When to the law I trembling fled. 
 It pour'd its curses on my head — 
 
 I no relief could find ; 
 This fearful truth inereas'd my pain, 
 " The sinner must be born again," 
 
 And whelm'd my tortur'd mind. 
 
 3 Again did Sinai's thunders roll, 
 And guilt lay heavy on my soul, — 
 
 A vast, oppressive load ; 
 Alas, I read, and saw it plain, 
 " The sinner must be born again," 
 Or drink the wrath of God. 
 
 4 The saints I heard with rapture tell 
 How Jesus conquer 'd Death and Hell, 
 
 And broke the fowler's snare : 
 Yet when I found this truth remaiq, 
 " The sinner must be born again," 
 
 I sunk in deep despair. 
 
 5 But while I thus in anguish lay, 
 The gracious Saviour pass'd this way, 
 100 
 
SINNERS AWAKENED. 138, 139. 
 
 And felt his pitf move ; 
 The sinner, by his justice slain, 
 Now by his grace is born again. 
 
 And sings redeeming love. 
 
 138. c. M. Canterbury. 
 The Prodigal returned. Luke xv. 11, 30. 
 
 1 THE Prodigal, with streaming eyes, 
 
 From folly just awake, 
 Reviews his wanderings with surprise ; 
 His heart begins to break. 
 
 2 " I starve," he cries, " nor can I bear 
 
 The famine in this land, 
 While servants of my Father share 
 The bounty of his "hand. 
 
 3 With deep repentance I'll return 
 
 And seek my father's face ; 
 Unworthy to be call'd a son, 
 I'll ask a servant's place." 
 
 4 Far off he saw him slowly move — 
 
 In pensive silence mourn ; 
 The father ran with arms of love 
 To welcome his return. 
 
 5 Through all the courts the tidmgs flew, 
 
 And spread the joy around ; 
 The angels tune their harps anew ; 
 The Prodigal is found I 
 
 Luth. Col. 139. 7. Alcester. 
 
 Depth of mercy.. 
 1 DEPTH of mercy ! can there be 
 Mercy still reserv'd ior me ? 
 
 101 
 
140. SINNERS AWAKENED. I 
 
 Can my God his wrath forbear ? 
 Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 
 
 2 I have long withstood his grace ; 
 
 Long provoked him to his face ; j 
 
 Would not hearken to his calls ; | 
 
 Grieved him by a thousand falls. 
 
 3 Kindled his relentings are ; 
 Me he now delights to spare ; 
 Cries, " How shall 1 give thee up?" 
 Lets the lifted thunder drop. 
 
 4 There for me the Saviour stands, 
 Shows his wounds and spreads his hands I 
 God is love ! I know, I feel ; 
 
 Jesus weeps, and loves me still. 
 
 5 Jesus, answer from above, 
 Is not all thy nature love ? 
 Wilt thou not the wrong forget ? 
 Suffer me to kiss thy feet 7 
 
 6 Now incline me to repent ! 
 Let me now my fall lament ! 
 Now my soul's revolt deplore, 
 Weep, believe, and sin no more! 
 
 140. c. M. Stephens. 
 
 The Prodigal Son. Luke xvii. 32. 
 
 1 THE prodigal no sorrow felt 
 
 Till he had spent his store : 
 His stubborn heart began to melt 
 When famine pinch"d him sore. 
 
 2 " What have I srain'd by sin," he said, 
 
 " But hanger," shame, and fear ? 
 My father's house abounds with bread, 
 While I am starving here. 
 102 
 
SINNERS AWAKENED. 141. 
 
 3 I'll go and tell him all I've done, — 
 
 Fall down before his face ; 
 
 Unworthy to be call'd his son, 
 
 I'll seek a servant's place." 
 
 4 His father saw him coming back, 
 
 He saw, and ran, and smil'd ; 
 Then threw his arms around the neck 
 Of his rebellious child. 
 
 5 " Father, J've sinn'd, but O ! forgive." 
 
 " Enough," the father said ; 
 " Rejoice, my house, my son 's alive, 
 For whom I mourn'd'as dead. 
 
 6 Now let the fatted calf be slain ; 
 
 Go spread the news around ; 
 Mv son was dead, but lives again — 
 Was lost, but now is found." 
 
 7 'Tis thus the Lord his love reveals. 
 
 To call poor sinners home : 
 More than a father's love he feels, 
 And welcomes all that come. 
 
 Miller. 14:1. s. m. "Watchman. 
 
 Tlie burden of sin. Mat. xi. 28. 
 
 1 AH ! whither should I go, 
 
 Burden'd, and sick, and faint ! 
 To whom should I my troubles show, 
 And pour out my complaint ? 
 
 2 My Saviour bids me come ; 
 
 Ah ! why do I delay ? 
 He calls the weary sinner home, 
 And yet from him I stay ! 
 
 2 What is it keeps me hack 
 From which I cannot part ? 
 
 103 
 
142. 
 
 SINNERS AWAKENED. 
 
 Which will not let the Saviour take 
 Possession of my heart ? 
 
 4 Jesus, the hindrance show 
 
 Which I have fear'd to see ; 
 And let me now consent to know 
 What keeps me back from thee. 
 
 5 Searcher of hearts, in mine 
 
 Thy trjnng power display ; 
 Into Its darkest corners shine, 
 And take the veil away. 
 
 6 In me is all the bar, 
 
 Which thou wouldst fain remove ; 
 Remove it, and I shall declare 
 That God is only love. 
 
 E. Jones. 142, c. m. Wallingford. 
 
 The finn resolve. Es. iv. 16. 
 
 1 COME, sinner, in whose guilty breast , 
 
 A thousand thoughts revolve ; 
 Come, with your guilt and fear opprest, 
 And make' this last resolve : 
 
 2 " I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 
 
 Doth like a mountain rise : 
 
 I know his courts, I'll enter in, 
 
 Perhaps he'll hear my cries. 
 
 3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 
 
 And there my guilt confess ; 
 
 I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone 
 
 Without his sovereign grace. 
 
 4 Perhaps he will admit my plea, 
 
 Perhaps will hear my prayer ; 
 But, if I perish, I will pray, 
 And perish only there. 
 104 
 
SINNERS INVITED. 143, 144. 
 
 5 I can but perish if I go ; 
 I am resolv'd to try ; 
 For if I stay away, I know 
 I must for ever die." 
 
 SINNERS INVITED. 
 
 Steele. 143. c. m. Devises. 
 
 The Saviour's invitation. Joliu vii. 37. 
 
 1 THE Saviour calls, let ev'ry ear 
 
 Attend the heav'nly sound ; 
 Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear, 
 Hope smiles reviving round. 
 
 2 For ev'ry thirsty, longing heart, 
 
 Here streams" of bounty flow, 
 And life, and health, and bliss, impart 
 To banish mortal wo. 
 
 3 Ye sinners, come, 'tis mercy's voice ; 
 
 The gracious call obey ;_ 
 Mercy invites to heav'nly joys, 
 And can you yet delay ? 
 
 4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts ; 
 
 To thee let sinners flv, 
 And take the bliss thy love imparts, 
 And drink, and never die. 
 
 Medley. 14L4. c. 3i. Christmas. 
 
 Th'3 joyful soui'itl. 
 1 OH, what amazing words of grace 
 Are in the gospel found ! 
 
 105 
 
145. SINNERS INVITED. 
 
 Suited to ev'ry sinner's case, 
 Who knows the joyful sound. 
 
 2 Come, then, with all your wants and wounds, 
 
 Your ev'ry burden Bring ; 
 Here, love, eternal love, abounds — 
 A deep, celestial spring-. 
 
 3 This spring with living water flows, 
 
 And living joy imparts : 
 Come, thirsty souls, your wants disclose, 
 And drink'with thankful hearts. 
 
 Village. 145. 5. 6. Cheshunt. 
 
 Come, sinners, attend. Ex. iii. 14. 
 
 1 COME, sinners, attend, 
 
 And make no delay ; 
 Good news from a friend 
 
 I bring you to-day ; 
 Glad news of salvation. 
 
 Come, now, and receive ; 
 There's no condemnation 
 
 To them that believe. 
 
 2 I AM THAT I AM 
 
 Hath sent me to you, 
 Glad news to proclaim, 
 
 Your sins to subdue ; 
 To you, O distress'd. 
 
 Afflicted, forlorn. 
 Whose sins are increased, 
 
 And cannot be borne. 
 
 3 But still if you cry, 
 
 " O what' is his name ?" 
 You have the reply, 
 
 I AM THAT I AM ; 
 106 
 
SINNERS INVITED. 146. 
 
 Though blind, lame, and feeble, 
 
 And helpless, a-ou lie, 
 He"s willing and able 
 
 Your wants to supply. 
 
 4 Then only believe. 
 
 And trust in his name; 
 He will not deceive, 
 
 Nor put yon to shame ; 
 But fully supply you 
 
 With all tnings in store; 
 Nor will he deny you 
 
 Because you are poor. 
 
 Grigg. 14:0. L. M. Truro. 
 
 Behold I stand at the door. Rev. iii. 20. 
 
 1 BEHOLD a stranger at the door ! 
 
 He gently knocks— has knock'd before ; 
 Hath waited long — is waiting still ; 
 You treat no other friend so ill. 
 
 2 O, lovely attitude ! he stands 
 
 With melting heart and loaded hands ! 
 Oh, matchless kindness ! — and he shows 
 This matchless kindness to his foes I 
 
 3 But will he prove a friend indeed ? 
 He will ; the very friend you need ; 
 The friend of sinners — yes, 'tis He, 
 With garments dy'd on Calvary. 
 
 4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine ; 
 Turn out his enemy and thine. 
 That soul-destroying monster, Sin, 
 And let the heav'nly stranger in. 
 
 5 Admit him, ere his anger burn — 
 His feet, departed, ne'er return; 
 
 107 
 
147, 148. SINNERS INVITED. 
 
 Admit him, or the hour 's at hand 
 You'll at his door rejected stand. 
 
 N. Y. Evan. 147. s. m. Aylesbury. 
 
 Protracted Meeting. 
 
 1 SINNER ! awake, to think 
 
 On what may be thy doom ; 
 Awake ! and tremble, ere thou sink 
 Into the silent tomb. 
 
 2 Sure there is nought in earth 
 
 Has half the Saviour's charms ; 
 And wilt thou, then, with scornful mirth, 
 Repel him from thy arms ? 
 
 3 See how he interpos'd 
 
 Between the curse and thee ; 
 What wondrous words of grace compos'd 
 To set thy spirit free. 
 
 4 How bitter was the pain, 
 
 What heart can ere conceive ? 
 And wilt thou see him die in vain, 
 And not his mercy crave ? 
 
 5 How stupid and deprav'd 
 
 Must be that wretched soul, 
 That still refuses to be sav'd, 
 And yield to his control. 
 
 6 Where can ye hope to dwell. 
 
 When from this world je go? 
 Ye choose the road that leads to hell 
 And everlasting wo. 
 
 Haweis. 14:8« 7. Finedom. 
 
 Come and welcome. 
 1 FROM the cross uplifted hign, 
 Where the Saviour deigns to die, 
 lOS 
 
J3INNERS INVITED. 149. 
 
 What melodious sounds we hear, 
 Bursting on the ravish'd ear ! 
 " Love's redeeming work is done, 
 Come and welcome, sinner, come." 
 
 2 Sprinkled now with blood the throne, 
 Why beneath thy burdens groan ? 
 On my pierced body laid. 
 
 Justice owns the ransom paid ; 
 
 Bow the knee, and kiss the Son, 
 
 " Come and welcome, sinner, come." 
 
 3 Soon the days of life shall end ; 
 Lo, I come, your Saviour, friend, 
 Safe your spirits to convey 
 
 To the realms of endless day ; 
 
 Up to my eternal home, 
 
 " Come and welcome, sinner, come." 
 
 Dobell. 149. s. M. Fairfield. 
 
 The accepted time. 2 Cor. vi. 2. 
 
 1 NOW is th' accepted time ; 
 
 Now is the day of grace ; 
 Now, sinners, come, without delay, 
 And seek the Saviour's face. 
 
 2 Now is th' accepted time ; 
 
 The Saviour calls to-day ; 
 To-morrow it may be too late — 
 Then why should you delay ? 
 
 3 Now is th' accepted time ; 
 
 The gospel bids you come ; 
 
 And ev'ry promise in his word 
 
 Declares there yet is room. 
 
 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls. 
 
 And feast them with thy love ; 
 
 109 
 
150, 151. SINNERS INVITED. 
 
 Then will the angels clap their wings, 
 And bear the news above. 
 
 150. L. M. Hartford. 
 
 The Spirit striving. Gen. vi. 3. 
 
 1 O, SINNER, hear the heavenly voice ! 
 
 O hear the Spirit's gracious call ! 
 It bids thee malce the better choice, 
 And haste to seek in Christ thine all, 
 
 2 God's spirit will not always strive 
 
 With harden'd, self-destroying man; 
 Ye who persist his love to grieve, 
 May never hear his voice again. 
 
 3 Sinner ! perhaps this very day. 
 
 Thy last accepted time may be ; 
 O, shouldst thou grieve him now away, 
 Then hope may never beam on thee. 
 
 White. 151. 7. Benevento. 
 
 Invitation of Wisdom. Prov. viii. 
 
 1 HARK ! the undulating air 
 
 Thither wafts the distant chime, 
 Utt'ring, in the thoughtful ear. 
 Now is the accepted time. 
 
 2 Wisdom has her fabric rear'd, 
 
 Enter, enter, while there's room; 
 Mercy has her house prepar'd, 
 Come, all things are ready, come. 
 
 3 O ! ye simple, turn in here, 
 
 Throng the evangelic gates ; 
 Heaven's benignant Prince draws near — 
 To be gracious, lo ! he waits. 
 110 
 
SINNERS INVITED. 
 
 152. 
 
 4 If ve seek his face indeed, 
 
 Ve shall tread his courts above ; 
 
 Songs of gladness shall succeed— 
 
 Peals of joy, and shouts of love. 
 
 Allen. 159. 8.7.4. Tamworth. 
 
 laviting Sinners. Isa. liii. 1. 
 
 1 SINNERS, will you scorn the message 
 
 Sent in mercy from above ? 
 Ev'ry sentence, O, how tender ! 
 Ev'ry line is full of love ; 
 
 Listen to it — 
 Ev'ry line is full of love. 
 
 2 Hear the heralds of the gospel 
 
 News from Zion's King proclaim, 
 To each rebel sinner— " Pardon, 
 Free forgiveness in his name !" 
 
 How important I— 
 Free forgiveness in his name ! 
 
 3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor ; 
 
 Fearful hearts, they quell your fears ; 
 And, with news of consolation, 
 Chase away the falling tears: 
 
 Tender heralds !- 
 Chase away the falhng tears. 
 
 4 Who hath our report believed ? 
 
 Who received the joyful word ? 
 Who embraced the news of pardon, 
 Offer'd to you by the Lord ? 
 
 Can you slight it — 
 Oifer'd to you by the Lord ? 
 
 5 O, ye angels, hovering round us, 
 
 Waiting spirits, speed your way ; 
 
153, 154. SINNERS INVITED. 
 
 Hasten to the court of heaven- 
 Tidings bear without delay; 
 
 Rebel sinners 
 Glad the message will obey. 
 
 MiUer. 153. l. m. Windham. 
 
 Is there no hope ? 
 
 1 IS there no hope ? O, sinner, pause ! 
 
 Turn not away from heaven thy face ; 
 Despise no more God's holy laws, 
 Resist not his inviting grace. 
 
 2 Is there no hope ? That word recall. 
 
 Thy steps retrace, nor dare delay, 
 Lest, ere thou turn, God's anger fall. 
 And hope for ever flee away. 
 
 3 Is there no hope ? Yes, sinner, yes — 
 
 Repent, and to the Saviour fly : 
 Will he be deaf to your distress, 
 Who listens when the ravens cry ? 
 
 4 Return! — the bow of promise mark, 
 
 Above where death's dark billows roar ; 
 For soon, when sinks thy fragile bark, 
 'Twill shine upon thy soul no more. 
 
 Hart. 104. 8. 7. Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 Come and welcome to Jesus Christ. Mat. xi. 23 — 30. 
 
 1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched. 
 
 Weak and wounded, sick and sore ; 
 Jesus ready stands to save you. 
 
 Full of pity join'd with pow'r ; 
 He is able, he is able, 
 
 He is willing — doubt no more. 
 
 2 Ho, ye needy, come and welcome ; 
 
 God's free bounty glorify ; 
 112 
 
SINNERS INVITED. 155. 
 
 True belief, and true repentance, 
 
 Ev'r}- grace that brings us nigh, 
 Without money, without money,' 
 J Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 
 
 3 Let not conscience make you linger, 
 
 Nor of fitness fondly dream; 
 All the fitness he requireth 
 
 Is to feel your need of him ; 
 This he gives you, this he gives you, — 
 
 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 
 
 4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, 
 
 Bruis'd and mangled by the fall ; 
 If you tarry till you're better. 
 
 You will never come at all : 
 Not the righteous, not the righteous, 
 
 Sinners, Jesus came to call. 
 
 5 Agonizing in the garden, 
 
 Lo, your Saviour prostrate lies; 
 On the bloody tree behold him, 
 
 Hear him crj' before he dies ; 
 It is finished, it is finish'd, 
 
 Sinners, will not this suffice 1 
 
 6 Lo, th' incarnate God, ascended, 
 
 Pleads the merits of his blood ; 
 Venture on him, venture wholly, 
 
 Let no other trust intrude ; 
 None but Jesus, none but Jesus, 
 
 Can do helpless sinners good. 
 
 Head. 1S5, 8.7.4. Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 Calvary. 
 1 HARK ! from yonder mount arise 
 Notes of sadness — Jesus dies ! 
 
 H 113 
 
156. SINNERS INVITED. 
 
 Oa the cross the Lord of lords 
 Love for guilty man records ; 
 
 Sinner, sinner, 
 Hear your dying Saviour's words. 
 
 2 Mortal ! for your guilt I die, — 
 Guilt that dar'd your God defy ; 
 Blood for you I freely give ; 
 Death I taste that you may live ; 
 
 Will you, sinner, 
 Free salvation now receive ? 
 
 Lyre. 156. 7. Mt. Calvary. 
 
 Call to repentance. 
 
 1 HEARTS of stone, relent, relent, 
 Break, by Jesus' cross subdu'd; 
 
 See his body, mangled, rent, 
 Cover'd with a gore of blood ; 
 
 Sinful soul, what hast thou done ! 
 
 Murder'd God's eternal Son. 
 
 3 Yes, our sins have done the deed ; 
 
 Drove the nails that fix'd him there ; 
 Crown'd with thorns his sacred head ; 
 
 Pierc'd him with a soldier's spear ; 
 Made his soul a sacrifice : 
 For a sinful world he dies. 
 
 3 Will you let him die in vain, 
 
 Still to death pursue your Lord ; 
 Open tear his wounds again. 
 
 Trample on his precious blood ? 
 No ! with all my sms I'll part ; 
 Saviour, take my broken heart. 
 114 
 
SINNERS INVITED. 157, 158. 
 
 C. Wesley. 157. l. m. Hebron. 
 
 Seeking pardon. 
 
 1 SINNERS, approach your dyini? Lord, 
 And find your happiness restor'd ; 
 
 His proffer'd benefits embrace, — 
 The plenlitude of gospel grace ; 
 
 2 A pardon written with his blood, 
 The favor and the peace of God ; 
 The seeing eye, the feeling sense, 
 The trembling joys of penitence ; 
 
 3 The godlv fear, the pleasant smart, 
 The meltings of a broken heart; 
 The tears that tell your sins forgiv'n ; 
 The sighs that waft your souls to heav'n. 
 
 4 Oh, quit this Avorld's delusive charms, 
 And quickly fly to Jesus' arms ; 
 Wrestle, until your God is known, 
 Till you can call the Lord your own. 
 
 Smith's Col. 158. 8. 7. Bridgeport. 
 
 Expostulation. 
 
 1 NOW the Saviour stands a pleading 
 
 At the sinner's bolted heart ; 
 Now in heaven he's interceding. 
 Undertaking sinners' part. 
 
 Sinners, can you hate this Saviour? 
 
 Will you thrust him from your arms ? 
 Once he died far your behavior ; 
 
 Now he calls you to his arms. 
 
 2 Now he pleads his sweat and bloodshed; 
 
 Shows his wounded hands and feet; 
 " Father, save them, though they're blood-red, 
 Raise them to a heavenly seat." 
 
 115 
 
159. SINNEES INVITED. 
 
 3 Sinners, hear your God and Saviour- 
 
 Hear his gracious voice to-day ; 
 Turn from all your vaui behavior ; 
 O repent, return, and pray. 
 
 4 O be wise before you languish 
 
 On the bed of dying strife : 
 
 Endless joy, or endless anguish, 
 
 Turn upon th' events of life. 
 
 5 Now he's waiting to be gracious; 
 
 Now he stands and looks on thee : 
 See, what kindness, love, and pity, 
 Shine around on you and me. 
 
 6 Open, now, your hearts before him ; 
 
 Bid the Saviour welcome in : 
 Now receive, and O adore, him ; 
 Take a full discharge from sin. 
 
 7 Come, for all things now are ready; 
 
 Yet there's room for many more ; 
 O ye blind, ye lame and needy, 
 Come to ^visdom's boundless store. 
 
 Vil. Hymns. 159. s. m. \ 
 
 I Chron. xxviii. 9. 
 
 1 MY Son, know thou the Lord ; 
 
 Thy father's God obey ; 
 Seek his protecting care by night — 
 His guardian hand by day. 
 
 2 Call, while he may be found, 
 
 And seek him while he's near ; 
 Serve him with all thy heart and mind, 
 And worship him with fear. 
 
 3 If thou wilt seek his face. 
 
 His ear will hear thy cry ; 
 116 
 
SINNERS INVITED. 160, 161. 
 
 Then shall thou find his mercy sure — 
 His grace for ever nigh. 
 
 4 If thou love not the Lord, 
 
 Nor choose the path to heav'n, 
 Then shalt thou perish in thy sins, 
 And never be forgiven. 
 
 Union. 160. 8. 7. 4. Helmsley. 
 
 God invites. 
 
 1 SINNERS, hear, for God hath spoken— 
 
 'Tis the God that rei«-ns on high ; 
 He, whose law the world has broken, 
 Sends j-ou tidings of great joy ! 
 
 Hear his message — 
 Hear it, sinners, lest you die. 
 
 2 Hear the gospel, sinners, hear it — 
 
 Joyful news from heaven it brings. 
 Here's a fountain — O draw near it !— 
 Opened by the King of kings : 
 
 Living water 
 Thence in streams eternal springs. 
 
 3 Sinners, hear — why will ye perish ? 
 
 Death to life, O why prefer 7 
 Why your vain delusions cherish ? 
 Why from truth persist to err? 
 
 Wisdom calls you : 
 Happy they who learn of her. 
 
 Hoslrins. 101* CM. Nichols. 
 
 Tlie Lamb. John i. 29. 
 I SINNERS, behold the Lamb of God 
 Who takes away our guilt I 
 Look to the precious, priceless blood, 
 That Jews and Gentiles spilt. 
 
 117 
 
162. 
 
 SINNERS INVITED. 
 
 2 From heav'n he came to seek and save, 
 
 Lcavin? his hlest abode : 
 To ransom us himself he gave. 
 " Behold the Lamb of God." 
 
 3 He came to take the sinner's place, 
 
 And shed his precious blooa : 
 Let Adam's guiltv, ruin'd race, 
 " Behold the Lamb of God." 
 
 4 Sinners, to Jesus then draw near, 
 
 Invited by his word : 
 The chief of sinners need not fear. 
 " Behold the Lamb of God." 
 
 5 Backsliders, too, the Saviour calls, 
 
 And washes in his blood : 
 Arise, return from grievous falls ; 
 " Behold the Lamb of God." 
 
 6 In ev'ry state, and time, and place, 
 
 Naught plead but Jesus' blood : 
 However wretched be vour case, 
 " Behold the Lamb of God." 
 
 7 [Spirit of grace ! to us apply 
 
 Immanuel's precious blood, 
 That we may, with thy saints on high, 
 " Behold the Lamb of God. "] 
 
 Steele. 103. c. jt. China. 
 
 And yet there is room. Luke xW. 22. 
 
 1 YE wretched, hungry, starving poor, 
 
 Behold a royal feast ! 
 Where mercy spreads her bounteous store 
 For every "humble guest. 
 
 2 See, Jesus stands with open arms ; 
 
 He calls, be bids you come ; 
 118 
 
SINNERS INVITED. 163, 164. 
 
 Guilt holds you bade, and fear alarms, 
 But see. there yet is room, — 
 
 3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart : 
 
 There love and pity meet ; 
 
 Nor will he bid the soul depart, 
 
 That trembles at his feet. 
 
 4 In him the Father, reconcil'd, ^ 
 
 Invites your souls to come : 
 
 The rebel'shall be call'd a child. 
 
 And kindly welcom'd home. 
 
 Hoskins. 163* c. m. Canterbury. 
 
 The Jailer. Acts xvi. 30, 31. 
 
 1 " WHAT must I do," the jailer cries, 
 
 " To save my sinking soul?" 
 " Believe in Christ," the word replies ; 
 " Thy faith shall make thee whole." 
 
 2 Our works are all the works of sin — 
 
 Our nature quite deprav'd : 
 
 Jesus ^lone can make us clean ; 
 
 By grace are sinners sav'd. 
 
 3 Come, sinners, then, the Saviour trust 
 
 To wash you in his blood — 
 To change your hearts — subdue your lusts — 
 
 Miller. 104:* l. m. Hamburg. 
 
 To-day. Ps. xcv. 7. 
 1 TO-DAY, if you will hear his voice, 
 Now is the time to make your choice : 
 Say, will you to Mount Zi'on go ? 
 Say, will you have this Christ, or no ? 
 119 
 
165. SINNERS INVITED. 
 
 2 Ye wand'ring souls, who find no rest, 
 Say, will you he for ever hlest ? 
 Will you be sav'd from sin and hell ? 
 Will you with Christ in glory dwell 7 
 
 3 Come, now, dear ^'outh, for ruin bound, 
 Obey the gospel's joyful sound ; 
 Come, go with us, aiid you shall prove 
 The joy of Christ's redeeming love. 
 
 4 Once more we ask you in his name, 
 (For yet his love remains the same,) 
 Say, will you to Mount Zion go ? 
 Say, will you have this Christ, or no? 
 
 5 Leave all your sports and glittering toys, 
 Come, share with us eternal joys ; 
 
 Or must we leave vou bound to hell ?— 
 Then, dear young friends, a long farewell. 
 
 16o. 7. Noremburg. 
 
 Weary sinners. Mat. xi. 23. 
 
 1 COME, ye weary sinners, come, 
 
 All, who feel your heavy load ; 
 
 Jesus calls the wanderers home ; 
 
 Hasten to your pardoning God. 
 
 2 Come, ve guilty souls, opprest, 
 
 Answer to the Saviours call, 
 " Come, and I will give you rest, 
 Come, and I will save you all." 
 
 3 Jesus, full of truth and love. 
 
 We thy kindest call obey ; 
 Faithfullet thy mercies prove— 
 Take our load of guilt away. 
 
 4 Weary of this war within. 
 
 Wear)' of this endless strife, 
 120 
 
 I 
 
SINNERS INVITED. 166, 167, 
 
 Wear}' of ourselves and sin, 
 Weary of a wretched life — 
 
 5 Burdeu'd with a world of srief, 
 
 Burden'd with our sinful load, 
 Burden'd with this unbelief, 
 Burden'd with the wrath of God — 
 
 6 Lo, we come to thee for ease, 
 
 True and gracious as thou art : 
 Now our weary souls release — 
 Write forgiveness on our heart. 
 
 Boden. 100* l. m. Uxbridge. 
 
 Come and see. John i. 46. 
 
 1 JESUS ! — dear name, how sweet the sound ! 
 Replete with balm for every wound ! 
 
 His word declares his grace is free ; 
 Come, needy sinner, come, and see. 
 
 2 He left the shining courts on high — 
 Came to our world to bleed and die. 
 Jesus, the God, hung on the tree : 
 Come, careless sinner, come, and see. 
 
 3 Your sins did pierce his bleeding heart, 
 Till death had done its dreadful part; 
 Yet his dear love still burns to thee : 
 Come, anxious sinner, come, and see. 
 
 4 His blood can cleanse the foulest stain, 
 And make the filthy leper clean ; 
 
 His blood at once avail'd for me ; 
 Come, guilty sinner, come, and see. 
 
 Boden. 167. h. m. Stratford. 
 
 Room in Christ. Luke xiv. 22. 
 1 YE dying sons of men, 
 Immerg'd in sin and wo, 
 
 121 
 
168. SINNERS INVITED. 
 
 The gospel's voice attend, 
 
 While Jesus sends to you : 
 Ye perishing and guilty, come, 
 In Jesus' arms there yet is room. 
 
 2 No longer now delay ; 
 No vain excuses frame ; 
 He bids you come to day, 
 Though poor, and blind," and lame. 
 
 All things are ready — sinners, come ! 
 For every trembling soul there 's room. 
 
 3 Compell'd, by bleeding love, 
 Ye wand'ring souls draw near: 
 Christ calls you from above — 
 His charming accents hear. 
 
 Let whosoever will, now come : 
 In mercy's arms there still is room. 
 
 B. 168. 8.7. Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 The promised rest. Hob. iv. 1. 
 
 1 SINNERS, hear the mighty Saviour ! 
 
 Love and pity fill his breast. 
 Now, in accents sweet, he calls you. 
 Come, and taste the promis'd rest. 
 
 2 Though in sorrow now ye labor, 
 
 Weary souls with sin opprest, 
 Jesus bids you come and welcome — 
 Come, and taste the promis'd rest. 
 
 3 Though your sins he red like crimson, 
 
 And ten thousand foes infest, 
 He is mighty to deliver ; 
 
 Come, and taste the promis'd rest. 
 
 4 Though, like Noah's dove, ye wander, 
 
 Of all refugee dispossess'd', 
 122 
 
SINNERS INVITED. 169. 
 
 Jesus is the ark of safety : 
 
 Come, and taste the promis'd rest. 
 
 5 Hell's arrim tyrant, death, and judgment, 
 
 Of ail terrors he "11 divest. 
 Then, arise, nor longer tarry : 
 Come, and taste the promis'd rest. 
 
 6 His dear^rms are now extended ! 
 
 Come, and be forever hlest ; 
 Dying sinners, come to Jesus — 
 "Come," and taste the promis'd rest. 
 
 Thornby. 169. 12. Scotland. 
 
 Tlie voice of free grace. 
 
 1 THE voice of free grace 
 Cries, Escape to the mountain; 
 For Adam's lost race 
 
 Christ has opened a fountain : 
 For sin, and transgression. 
 And every pollution. 
 The blood flows most freely 
 In streams of salvation. 
 
 Hallelujah, to the Lamb, 
 Who purchased our pardon ! 
 We HI praise him again 
 When we pass over Jordan. 
 
 2 This fountain, so clear, 
 
 In which all may find pardon, 
 From Jesus' side flows 
 In plenteous redemption : 
 Though your sins they were raised 
 As high as a mountain. 
 The blood flows most freely. 
 From Jesus the fountain. 
 
 123 
 
170. SINNERS INVITED. 
 
 3 O Jesus ! ride on, 
 Thy kingdom is glorious — 
 Over sin, death, and hell, 
 Thou wilt make us victorious ; 
 Thy name shall be praised 
 In the great congregation, 
 And saints shall delight 
 In ascribing salvation. 
 
 4 When on Zion we stand, 
 Having gain'd the blest shore, 
 With our harps in our hands. 
 We will praise him evermore. 
 We will range the blest fields 
 On the banks of the river, 
 And sing hallelujahs 
 For ever and ever. 
 
 P. H. E. 170. s. M. Seir 
 
 " Now is the accepted time." 2 Cor. vi. 2. 
 
 1 NOW is the day of grace ; 
 Now to the Saviour come ; 
 
 The Lord is calling, Seek my face. 
 And I will guide you home. 
 
 2 Home to that bright abode 
 Where Jesus reigns supreme ; 
 
 Home to those joys prepar'd by God- 
 Home of your sweetest dream. 
 
 3 Home, where each sigh is still'd, 
 Where tears are never shed. 
 
 But love and joy have fiU'd 
 With flowers the path we tread. 
 
 4 A father bids you speed— 
 Oh, wherefore then delay? 
 124 
 
SINNERS CONVERTED. 171. 
 
 He calls in love — he sees your need — 
 He bids you come to-day. 
 
 5 To-day the prize is won, 
 The promise is to save ; 
 Then, O be wise ! — to-morrow's sun 
 May shine upon your grave. 
 
 SINNERS CONVERTED. 
 
 Newton. ITl. c. p. m. Aithlone. 
 
 Grace conquering. 
 
 1 LORD ! thou hast won — at length I yield. 
 My heart, by mighty grace compell'd, 
 
 'Surrenders all to thee. 
 Against thy terrors long I strove ; 
 But who can stand against thy love? 
 
 Love conquers even me. 
 
 2 If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll, 
 And lightnings flash, to blast my soul, 
 
 I still had stubborn been ; 
 But mercy has my heart subdued — 
 A bleeding Saviour I have viewed, 
 
 And now I hate my sin. 
 
 3 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone ; 
 Come, take possession of thine own. 
 
 For thou hast set me free : 
 Released from Satan's hard command, 
 See, all my powers in waiting stand 
 
 To be employ'd by thee. 
 
 125 
 
172, 173. SINNERS CONVERTED. 
 
 Steele. 17^. l. m. Ward. 
 
 The noblest resMiuion. Josh. xx'w. 15. 
 
 1 MAY I resolve, with all my heart, 
 
 With all my pow'rs, to serve the Lord ; 
 Nor from his precepts e'er depart 
 Whose service is a rich reward. 
 
 2 O, be his service all my joy ! 
 
 Around let my example shine, 
 
 Till others love the blest employ, 
 
 And join in labors so divine. 
 
 3 Be this the purpose of my soul, 
 
 My solemn, my determin'd, choice, 
 To yield to his supreme control, 
 And in his kind commands rejoice. 
 
 4 O, may I never faint, nor tire. 
 
 Nor, wand'ring, leave his sacred ways. 
 Great God ! accept my soul's desire. 
 And give me strength to live thy praise. 
 
 Hart. Col. 173. l. m. Upton. 
 
 A young convert falling into darkness. 
 
 1 WHEN converts first begin to sing, 
 Their happy souls are on the wing ; — 
 Their theme is all redeeming love ; 
 Fain would they be with Christ above. 
 
 2 With admiration they behold 
 
 The love of Christ, that can't be told ; 
 They view themselves upon the shore, 
 And think the battle all is o'er. 
 
 3 They wonder why old saints don't sing, 
 And make the heav'nly arches ring — 
 Ring with melodious, joyful sound, 
 Because a prodigal is found. 
 
 126 
 
Sl^'^iEFcS CONVERTED. 174. 
 
 4 But 'tis not Ions: before they feel 
 Their feeble souls begin to reel : 
 
 They think their former hopes are vain, 
 For they are bound in Satan's chain. 
 
 5 O, foolish child, why didst thou boast, 
 In the enlargement of thy coast ? 
 Why didst thou think to fly away 
 Before thou leav'st this feeble clav? 
 
 6 gome, take up arms, and face the field ; 
 Come, gird on harness, sword, and shield ; 
 Stand fast in faith— fight for your king— 
 And soon the vict'ry you shall win. 
 
 Kelly. 174. L. M. Antigua. 
 
 The voice of mercy. 
 
 1 I HEAR a voice that comes from far. 
 
 From Calvary it sounds abroad. 
 It soothes my soul, and calms my fear; 
 It speaks of pardon bought with blood. 
 
 2 And is it true, that many fly 
 
 The sound that bids my soul rejoice? 
 And ratiier choose in sin to die 
 Than turn an ear to mercy's voice? 
 
 3 Alas, for those !— the day is near 
 
 When mercy will be heard no more. 
 Then will they ask in vain to hear 
 The voice they would not hear before. 
 
 4 With such, I own, I once appear'd ; 
 
 But now I know how great their loss ! 
 For sweeter sounds were never heard 
 Than mercy utters from the cross. 
 
 5 But let me not forget to own, 
 
 That, if I differ aught from those, 
 127 
 
175, 176. SINNERS CONVERTED. 
 
 'Tis due to sov'reioTi grace alone, 
 That oft selects its proudest foes. 
 
 Collyer. 17^. c. m. Jordan, 
 
 Herein is love. 1 John iv. 10. 
 
 1 YE saints, assist me in my song — 
 
 Let all your passions move ; 
 To Jesus all the notes belong — 
 I sing redeemmg love. 
 
 2 Opposing spirits 'gainst his cross 
 
 Their force united prove ; 
 But quit the field, with mighty loss, 
 Crush'd by redeeming love. 
 
 3 Around the circle of his friends 
 
 His tender passions move ; 
 And while he liv'd his constant theme 
 Was still redeeming love, 
 
 4 Gently he rais'd his sacred hands 
 
 Before his last remove, 
 And the last whispers of his tongue 
 Sigh'd forth redeeming love. 
 
 5 Through life's wide waste, with weary feet, 
 
 In darkness I may rove ; 
 
 But never can my heart forget 
 
 Redeeming, dying love. 
 
 6 O, that before his sacred throne 
 
 I all its sweets may prove : 
 Still, as my pleasures rise, my song 
 Shall be redeeming love. 
 
 Union. 176. 8. 7. 4. Westborough. 
 
 The surrender. 
 1 WELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer ! 
 Welcome to this heart of mine. 
 12S 
 
SIN>'ERS CONVERTED. 177. 
 
 Lord ! I make a full surrender — 
 Everj' power and thought be thine. 
 
 Thine entirely — 
 Through eternal ages thine. 
 
 2 Known to all to be thy mansion, 
 Earth and hell will disappear; 
 Or in vain attempt possession 
 When thev find the Lord is near. 
 
 Shout; O Zion !— 
 Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here ! 
 
 Tatlock. ITT. L. M. Rockingham. 
 
 1 FAR from the fold, O God, my feet 
 
 Once mov'd in error's devious maze, 
 Nor found religious duties sweet, 
 
 Nor sought thy face, nor lov'd thy ways. 
 
 2 With tend'rest voice thou bad'st me flee 
 
 The paths which thou could'st ne'er approve, 
 And gently drew my soul to thee 
 With cords of sweet, eternal love. 
 
 3 Now to thy footstool. Lord, I fly, 
 
 And low in self-abasement fall ; 
 A vile, a helpless, worm, I lie, 
 And thou, my God, art all in all. 
 
 4 Dearer, far dearer, to my heart 
 
 Than all the joys that earth can give, 
 From fame, from wealth, from friends, I'd part 
 Beneath thy countenance to live. 
 
 5 And when, in smiling friendship drest, 
 
 Death bids me quit this mortal frame, 
 Gently reclin"d on Jesus" breast. 
 My latest breath shall bless his name. 
 
 6 Then my unfetler'd soul shall rise. 
 
 And soar above yon starry spheres — 
 '129 
 
178. SINNERS CONVERTED. 
 
 Join the lull chorus of the skies, 
 
 And sing ihy praise through endless years. 
 
 178. p. M. Bristol. 
 
 Tihe new convert. John xiii. 17. 
 
 1 O, HOW happy are they 
 Who their Saviour obey, 
 
 And have laid up their treasures above !— 
 Tongue can never express 
 The sweet comfort and peace 
 
 Of a soul in its earliest love ! 
 
 2 That sweet comfort was mine 
 When the favor divine 
 
 I had found in the blood of the Lamb. 
 
 When at first I believ'd, 
 
 What true joy I receiv'd ! 
 What a heav'n in Jesus' name ! 
 
 3 'Twas a heaven below 
 My Redeemer to know ; 
 
 And the angels could do nothing more 
 
 Than to fall at his feet, 
 
 And the story repeat, 
 And the Lover of sinners adore. 
 
 4 Jesus, all the day long. 
 Was my joy and my song : 
 
 O, that all his salvation might see ! 
 
 He hath lov'd me, I cried, 
 
 He hath suflfer'd and died 
 To redeem such a rebel as me ! 
 
 5 O, the rapturous height 
 Ofthatholy delia;ht 
 
 Which I felt in the life-giving blood ! 
 Of my Saviour possest, 
 130 
 
SINNERS CONVERTED. 179. 
 
 I was perfectly blest, 
 As if fill'd with the fullness of God. 
 
 Brown. 179. c. p. m. Rapture. 
 
 The true Convert. 
 
 1 WHEN with my mind devoutly press'd. 
 Dear Saviour, my revolving breast 
 
 , Would past offences trace, 
 Trembling, I make the black review, 
 Yet, pleas'd, behold, admiring too, 
 The power of changing grace. 
 
 2 This tongue, with blasphemies defil'd, 
 These feet, to erring paths beguil'd, 
 
 In heav"nly league agree ; 
 Who would believe such lips could praise, 
 Or think from dark and winding ways 
 
 I e'er should turn to thee ? 
 
 3 These eyes, that once abus'd the light, 
 Now lift to thee their wat'ry sight. 
 
 And weep a silent flood : 
 These hands are rais'd in ceaseless pray'r; 
 O, wash away the stains they wear 
 
 In pure redeeming blood. 
 
 4 These ears, that once could entertain 
 The midnight oath, the festive strain, 
 
 Around the sinful board, 
 Now, deaf to all th' enchanting noise, 
 Avoid the throng, detest their joys. 
 
 And long to hear thy word. 
 
 5 Thus art thou serv'd in every part : 
 
 Go on, bless'd Lord, to cleanse my heart — 
 
 That drossy thing refine, 
 That grace may nature's powers control, 
 131 
 
180, 181. SINNERS CONVERTED. 
 
 And a new creature — body, soul — 
 Be all and wholly thine. 
 
 Newton. 180, c. >i. Peterborough. 
 
 Old things have passed away. 2 Cor. v. 17. 
 
 1 LET worldly minds the world pursue ; 
 
 It has no charms for me. 
 
 Once I admir'd its tnfles, too, 
 
 But grace has set me free. 
 
 2 Its pleasures now no longer please — 
 
 No more content afford ; 
 Far from my heart be joys like these, 
 Now I have seen the Lord. 
 
 3 As by the light of op'ning day 
 
 The stars are all conceal'd, 
 So earthly pleasures fade away 
 When Jesus is reveal'd. 
 
 4 Creatures no more divide my choice ; 
 
 I bid them all depart. 
 His name, and love, and gracious voice, 
 Have fix'd my roving heart. 
 
 5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, 
 
 And wholly live to thee ; 
 But may I hope that thou wilt own 
 A worthless worm like me ? 
 
 6 Yes ! though of sinners I'm the worst. 
 
 I cannot doubt thy will ; 
 For if thou hadst not lov'd me first, 
 I had refus'd thee still. 
 
 Y. C. C. 181. L. M. Portugal. 
 
 The new convert humbled. Ezek. xv. 1. 
 1 LIKE Israel, safe upon the shore, 
 Who thought the conflict all was o'er, 
 132 
 
SINNERS CONVERTED. 182, 183. 
 
 Young converts view the frightful train 
 Of all their foes forever slain ; 
 
 2 But soon, with sick'ning heart, survey 
 The perils of the desert way. 
 
 The power of sin revives again, 
 
 And all their hopes seem false and vain. 
 
 3 The morning surs, that shone so hright, 
 Is shroudedln the gloom of night : 
 Hopeless the victor's crown to win, 
 They yield ere they the fight begin. 
 
 4 But Jesus calls them to the field— 
 
 " Come, gird on harness, sword, and shield; 
 Stand fast in faith— fight for your King— 
 My grace shall strength and vict'ry bring." 
 
 Hoskins. 18S. l. m. Old Hundred. 
 
 Whereas I was blind, now I see. John ix. 25. 
 
 1 NOW let my soul with wonder trace 
 The Saviour's miracles of grace; 
 Now let my lips and life record 
 The loving kindness of the Lord. 
 
 2 Till late I fancied all was well, 
 Though walking in the road to hell: 
 But now, through grace divinely free, 
 I, who was blind, am brought to see. 
 
 3 Long did I on the law rely, 
 
 And pass the Friend of sinners by; 
 But what a glorious mystery ! 
 Though I was blind, yet now I see ! 
 
 Newton. 183. 7. Granby. 
 
 Sovereign grace. Luke xxiii. 39 — 43. 
 1 SOVEREIGN grace hath pow'r alone 
 To subdue a heart of stone ; 
 
 133 
 
184. SINNERS CONVERTED. 
 
 And the moment grace is felt, 
 Then the hardest heart will melt. 
 
 2 When the Lord was crucify'd, 
 Two transgressors with him died : 
 One, with vile blaspheming tongue, 
 Scoff'd at Jesus as he hung. 
 
 3 Thus he spent his wicked breath 
 In the very jaws of death ; 
 Perish'd, as too many do, 
 
 With the Saviour in his view. 
 
 4 But the other, touch'd with grace, 
 Saw the danger of his case ; 
 Faith receiv'd to own the Lord 
 Whom the scribes and priests abhorr'd. 
 
 5 " Lord," he pray'd, " remember me 
 When in glory thou shall be." 
 
 " Soon with me,"' the Lord replies, 
 *' Thou shalt be in paradise." 
 
 6 This was wondrous grace, indeed ! 
 Grace bestow'd in time of need ! 
 Sinners, trust in .lesus' name — 
 You shall find him still the same. 
 
 Cennick. 184. 7. Nuremburg. 
 
 Pilgrims. 
 
 1 CHILDREN of the heav'nly King, 
 As ye journey, sweetly sing- 
 Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, 
 Glorious in his works and ways. 
 
 2 Ye are trav'lling home to God 
 In the way the fathers trod ; 
 They are happy now, and ye 
 Soon their happiness shall see. 
 
 134 
 
, SINNERS CONVERT'ED. 185. 
 
 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest ! 
 You near Jesus' throne shall rest : 
 There your seats are now prepar'd ; 
 There your kingdom and reward. 
 
 4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand 
 On the borders of your land: 
 Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, 
 Bids you undismay'd go on. 
 
 5 Lord ! submissive may we go, 
 Gladly leaving all below : 
 Only thdu our leader be, 
 And we still will follow thee. 
 
 Hoskins. 185. cm. Lanesborough. 
 
 Jailer's conversion. Acts xvi. 30, 31. 
 
 1 LORD, we adore thy matchless ways 
 
 In bringing souls to thee ; 
 We sing and shout eternal praise 
 For grace so full and free. 
 
 2 Thy grace pervades the prison's gloom, 
 
 And shines with lustre there ; 
 Thy pow'r can bring a jailer home. 
 With trembling, hope, and fear. 
 
 3 " What must I do," the jailer cries, 
 
 " To save my sinking soul 7" 
 " Believe in Christ," the word replies; 
 " Thy faith shall make thee whole." 
 
 4 Our works are all the works of sin, 
 
 Our nature quite deprav'd : 
 
 Jesus alone can make us clean ; 
 
 By grace are sinners sav'd. 
 
 5 " Believe, believe," the gospel cries, 
 
 '' This is the living way :" 
 
 135 
 
186, 187. SINNERS CONVERTED. 
 
 From faith in Christ our hopes arise, 
 And shine to perfect day. 
 
 Dobell. 1 86. L. M. Leyden. 
 
 Behold he pniyelh. Acts \x. 11. 
 
 1 SINCE, Lord, thy mighty grace did call 
 A bloody, persecuting Saul, 
 
 Let none despair; here God displays 
 His sov'reign pow'r — " Behold he prays." 
 
 2 The soul that's truly born of God 
 Delights to run the heav'nly road : 
 
 He mourns for sin, and liates the ways 
 Which lead to death — " Behold he prays." 
 
 3 Now wisdom's ways are his delight, 
 And Christ is precious in his sight: 
 With shame he views his ill-spent days, 
 And now " behold the sinner prays." 
 
 4 Grace is the theme his soul explores ; 
 A God, in Christ, his soul adores ; 
 Before the cross his fears he lays. 
 And now to God " behold he prays." 
 
 5 He flies from works to Jesus' blood, 
 Yet proves by works he's born of God : 
 He runs with joy in Zion's ways, 
 
 And to his God " behold he prays." 
 
 Doddridge. 187. l. m. Stonefield. 
 
 The happy choice. Hos. xi. 4. 
 1 O, HAPPY day, that fix'd my choice 
 On thee, my Saviour, and my God ! 
 Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
 And tell its raptures all abroad. 
 136 
 
SINNERS CONVERTED. 188. 
 
 2 'Tis done ! the great transaction's done ! 
 
 I am my Lord's, and he is mine ; 
 He drew me, and I followed on, 
 Charm'd to confess the voice divine. 
 
 3 Now rest, my long-divided heart — 
 
 Fix'd on this blissful centre, rest: • 
 With ashes who would grudge to part 
 When call'don angel's bread to feast? 
 
 4 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, 
 
 That vow, renewal, shall daily hear ; 
 Till in life's latest hour I bow, 
 And bless in death a bond so dear. 
 
 Dobell. 188. 7. Benevento. 
 
 Praise for conversion. Ps. Ixvi. 16. 
 
 1 YE that fear the Lord, attend, 
 
 Whilst with gratitude I tell 
 How his interposing hand 
 
 Sav'd me from the lov/est hell. 
 
 2 When my sins appear'd in view 
 
 Numberless and infinite ; 
 
 All my works and duties, too, 
 
 Filthy in Jehovah's sight; 
 
 3 When my conscience groan'd beneath 
 
 Sinai's dire avenging rod ; 
 When my doom, eternal dealh, 
 Thunder'd from the law of God ; — 
 
 4 Then, O then, the Saviour came — 
 
 Stood between the law and me— 
 Satisfy'd its highest claim., 
 And sustain'd its penalty. 
 
 6 0, what bliss divine I felt 
 
 When my ransom I could see, 
 
 137 
 
189, 190. SINNERS CONVERTED. 
 
 Bearing all my sin and guilt 
 In his body on the tree ! 
 
 6 Bless the Saviour, all above ! 
 Swell the chorus, ye below, 
 Who enjoy his sov'reign love, 
 And his tender mercies know. 
 
 Swain. 180. 8.7. Worthington. 
 
 Praise for conversion. Jer. xxxi. 3. 
 
 1 ON the brink of fiery ruin, 
 
 Justice, with a flaming sword, 
 Was my guilty soul pursuing 
 When I first beheld my Lord. 
 
 2 " Sinner!" he exclaim'd, " I've lov'd thee 
 
 With an everlasting love ; 
 Justice has in me approv'd thee ; 
 Thou shalt dwell with me above." 
 
 3 Sweet as angel's notes in heav'n, 
 
 When to golden harps they sound, 
 Is the voice of sins forgiv'n 
 To the soul by Satan bound, 
 
 4 Sweet as angel's harps in glory 
 
 Was that heav'nly voice to me. 
 When I saw my Lord before me 
 Bleed and die to set me free ! 
 
 5 Saints, attend with holy wonder ! 
 
 Sinners, hear and sing his praise ! 
 
 'Tis the God that holds the tnunder 
 
 Shows himself the God of grace I 
 
 Doddridge. 100. cm. Nichols. 
 
 Returning to Zion. Isa. xxxv. 10. 
 I SING, 5'e ransom'd of the Lord — 
 Your great Deliv'rer sing ! 
 13S 
 
SINNERS CONVERTED. 191. 
 
 Pilgrims, forZion's city bound, 
 Be joj'ful in your King! 
 
 2 A hand divine shall lead you on 
 
 Through all the hlissful road. 
 Till to the sacred mount you rise, 
 And see your smiling God. 
 
 3 The garlands of immortal joy 
 
 Shall bloom on ev'ry head, 
 While sorrow, sighing, and distress, 
 Like shadows, all are fled. 
 
 4 March on in your Redeemer's strength ; 
 
 Pursue his footsteps still ; 
 And let the prospect cheer your eye 
 While lab'ring up the hill. 
 
 Wingrove. 101. 8.7. Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 Love divine. Luke vii. 47. 
 
 1 HAIL, my ever-blessed Jesus ! 
 
 Only thee I wish to sing ; 
 To my soul thy name is precious — 
 Thou my Prophet, Priest, and King 
 
 2 Oh, what mercy flows from heav'n ! 
 
 Oh, what joy and happiness ! 
 Love I much ? — I'm much forgiv'n— 
 I'm a miracle of grace. 
 
 3 Once, with Adam's race in ruin, 
 
 Unconcern'd in sin I lay ; 
 Swift destruction still pursuing 
 Till my Saviour pass'd that way. 
 
 4 Witness, all ye hosts of heav'n, 
 
 My Redeemer's tenderness ! 
 Love I much? — I'm much forgiv'n — 
 I'm a miracle of grace. 
 
 139 
 
192. SINNERS CONVERTED. 
 
 5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir — 
 
 Praise the Lamb enthron'd above: 
 While aslonish'd, I admire 
 
 God's free grace and boundless love. 
 
 6 That blest moment I receiv'd him 
 
 Fill'd my soul with joy and peace : 
 Love I much ? — I'm much forgiv'n — 
 I'm a miracle of grace. 
 
 "Watts. 19^. CM. Cambridge. 
 
 Salvation. Ps. Ixxxix. 15. 
 
 1 SALVATION !— O, the joyful sound ! 
 
 'Tis pleasure to our ears — 
 A sovereign halm for ev'ry wound — 
 A cordial for our fears. 
 
 Glory, honor, prAise, and poicer, 
 Be unto the L^mb forever ! 
 Jesus Christ is our Redeemer ! 
 Hallelujah, praise the Lord ! 
 
 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin 
 
 At hell's dark door we lay ; 
 But Ave arise, by grace divine, 
 To see a heav'nly day. 
 
 3 Salvation ! — let the echo fly 
 
 The spacious earth around, 
 
 While all the armies of ihe sky 
 
 Conspire to raise the sound. 
 
 4 Salvation ! — O thou bleeding Lamb, 
 
 To thee the praise belongs ! 
 Our hearts shall kindle at thy name ; 
 Thv praise inspires our songs. 
 140 
 
SINNERS CONVERTED. 193, 194. 
 
 New Selec. 193. 11. Hinton. 
 
 Joy in submission to Christ. 
 
 1 O JESUS, my Saviour, to thee I submit ; 
 With love and thanksgiving fall down at thy feet ; 
 In sacrifice offer my soul, flesh, and blood ;— 
 Thou art my Redeemer, my Lord, and my God. 
 
 2 All human expressions are empty and vain. 
 They cannot give voice to this heav'nly flame. 
 I'm sure if the tongue of an angel were mine 
 
 I could not this mystery completely define. p 
 
 3 I'm happy, I'm happy— O wondrous account ! 
 My days are immortal— I stand on the mount ; 
 I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there, 
 With Jesus and angels, my kindred so dear. 
 
 4 O Jesus, my Saviour, with thee I am blest,— 
 My life and salvation, my joy and my rest ! 
 Thy name be my theme, and thy love be my song — 
 Thy grace shall inspire my glad heart and my 
 
 tongue. 
 
 6 O, who 's like my Saviour ? he 's Salem's bright 
 
 king! 
 He smiles, and he loves me, and learns me to 
 
 sing. 
 I'll praise him, I'll praise him, with notes loud 
 
 and shrill, . . 
 
 While rivers of pleasure my spirits shall fill. 
 
 Baldwin. 194. c. m. Brattle Street. 
 
 Tlie year of the redeemed. Isa. Ixiii. 4. 
 1 COME, welcome this new year of grace, 
 Proclaim'd through Jesus' bloodj — 
 The happy year of our release 
 To seal our peace with God. 
 141 
 
195. 
 
 SINNERS CONVERTED. 
 
 2 We eady wander'd from our God 
 
 In the dark maze of sin • 
 The year of the redeem'd is come 
 lo brmgus back again. 
 
 3 We hear the gospel's joyful sound 
 
 Proclaim the jubilee : 
 The year of the redeem'd is come 
 lo set theransom'd free. 
 
 4 Ye aged saints, who long have sigh'd 
 
 To see this happy day, 
 Th^ year of the redeem'd is come 
 To wipe your tears away. 
 
 5 Ye lovely youth, who late have known 
 
 Ihe sweets of pard'ning grace, 
 The year of the redeem'd demands 
 1 our noblest acts of praise. 
 
 S. B. Linsley. 195. • c. m. 
 
 The happy change. 
 
 1 AS sailors toss'd on ocean's bed 
 
 In that tremendous hour ' 
 
 W^hen light'nings -lare, and thunders roll. 
 And winds conflicting roar : 
 
 2 At length the glorious sun appears— 
 
 The clouds asunder part ; 
 The storm is past, the port 'is near, 
 And transport fills each heart. 
 
 3 Thus came the sun of ris-hteousness 
 
 And bade the tempest^cease, 
 ^'J^.^lirough my dark, despairing soul 
 Diffus'd celestial peace. 
 
 4 How sweet the voice of pardon sounds ! 
 
 \Vhal music to the soul 
 142 
 
SINNERS CONVERTED. 11^6- 
 
 When Jesus casts away our fears, 
 And speaks, and say's, " Be whole !" 
 
 5 But O ! I want an angel's powers, 
 
 And heav'nly harps, to sing 
 
 A convert's joy, a convert's love, 
 
 For Jesus,— Saviour ! King ! 
 
 6 I want eternity's broad space 
 
 That I may"still repeat, 
 " Not unto us," and cast my crown 
 At blest Emmanuel's feet. 
 
 D. Sup. 196. L. M. Portugal. 
 
 Confidence in Christ. 1 Cor. i. 30. 
 
 1 CHRIST is my hope, my soul's desire; 
 His spirit shall my heart inspire 
 With boundless wishes large and high. 
 And he will all my wants supply. 
 
 2 Christ is the source of all my bliss. 
 
 My wisdom, strength, and righteousness, 
 My Joy, my Saviour, Brother, Friend — 
 On him alone will I depend. 
 
 3 Christ is my King, to rule and bless ; 
 He all my sorrows will redress ; 
 Whate'er on earth shall me befai 
 He 's my salvation and my all. 
 
 4 Christ is my guide, and portion, too ; 
 I, in his strength, can all things do ; 
 Through him I'll triumph o'er the grave, 
 And all the powers of hell outbrave. 
 
 143 
 
197. PROFESSION AND BAPTISM. 
 
 PROFESSION AND BAPTISM. 
 
 y. C. C. 197. CM. Marlow. 
 
 The young convert's m^ditation respecting a profession of 
 
 religion. 
 
 1 AND canst thou then believe, my soul, 
 
 That Jesus is thy friend ? 
 That he his love hath fix'd on thee, — 
 That love which cannot end ? 
 
 2 If thou in truth his pow'r hast known. 
 
 And felt his changing grace, 
 
 Thy duty 'tis his church to join, 
 
 And give him all the praise. 
 
 3 He sa}'-s to each regen'rate soul, 
 
 " Confess thy Saviour, God :" 
 His great command I will obey ; 
 I love his holy word. 
 
 4 But will the saints, the sons of God, 
 
 Believe that I, so vile, 
 Have felt thy sovereign love, rny Lord, 
 And seen thy gracious smile 1 
 
 6 What shall I do if they refuse. 
 And say, I know thee not ? 
 Dear Saviour, wilt ihou smile on me 
 If this should be my lot? 
 
 6 Mv case I humbly leave with thee. 
 Duty alone is mine ! 
 In duty's pleasant path I shall 
 Behold thv glory shine. 
 144 
 
PROFESSION AND BAPTISM. 198, 199. 
 
 Y. C. C. 108. s. M. Linstead. 
 
 Confessing Christ in baptism. Mat. xii. 30. 
 
 1 WE dare no longer stand 
 
 As neuters to thy cause ; 
 But, by the help of grace, we'll yield 
 Obedience to thy laws. 
 
 2 Into the watery tomb 
 
 We cheerfully descend. 
 
 In token of our faith and love 
 
 To our celestial Friend. 
 
 3 Lord, meet us here this day, 
 
 Who come to do thy will : 
 Grant us thy presence, dearest Lord — 
 Thy proniis'd grace fulfil. 
 
 4 Descend, O heavenly Dove, 
 
 And wing our souls away 
 Up to the bright and heav'nly joys 
 Of everlasting day. 
 
 Montgomery. 100. 7. Sov. Grace. 
 
 Seeking the fellowship of the saints. Kuth i. 16. 
 
 1 PEOPLE of the living God ! 
 
 I have sought the world around, 
 Paths of sin and sorrow trod, 
 
 Peace and comfort no where found : 
 Now to you my spirit turns — 
 
 Turns, a fugitive unblest ; 
 Brethren ! where your altar bums, 
 
 Oh, receive me into rest. 
 
 2 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 ; 
 10 145 
 
200,201. PROFESSION AND BAPTISM. 
 
 Mine the God whom you adore ; 
 
 Your Redeemer shall be miae ; 
 Earth can fill my soul no more — 
 
 Ev'ry idol I resign. 
 
 TTatts. 200. c. M. Rochester. 
 
 Holy fortitude. 2 Tim. ii. 3. 
 
 1 AM I a soldier of the cross— 
 
 A foll'wer of the Lamb— 
 And shall I fear to own his cause, 
 Or blush to speak his name ? 
 
 2 Shall I be carried to the skies ^ 
 
 On flow'ry beds of ease, 
 While others fought to win the prize, 
 And saii'd through bloody seas ? 
 
 3 Are there no foes for me to face ? 
 
 Must I not stem the flood ? 
 Is this vain world a friend to grace, 
 To help us on to God ? 
 
 4 Sure, I must fight if I would reign : 
 
 Increase my courage, Lord, 
 To bear the cross, endure the shame, 
 Supported by thy word. 
 
 5 The saints, in all this glorious war, 
 
 Shall conquer, though they die : 
 They see the triumph from afar 
 With faith's discerning eye. 
 
 B. 901 • c. M. Dundee. 
 
 Vow3. Rom. X. 10. 
 I WITNESS, ye men and angels, now 
 Before the Lord we speak ; 
 146 
 
, PROFESSION AND BAPTISM. 202. 
 
 ' To him we make our solemn vow, — 
 A vow we dare not break : 
 
 2 That Ion? as life itself shall last, 
 I Ourselves to Christ we yield ; 
 
 Nor from his cause will we depart, 
 Nor ever quit the field. 
 
 3 We trust not in our native strength, 
 
 But on his grace rely, 
 That, with returning wants, the Lord 
 Will all our need supply. 
 
 4 O, guide our doubtful feet aright, 
 
 And keep us in thy ways ; 
 And, while we turn our vows to prayers, 
 Turn thou our vows to praise. 
 
 jrigg. 202, L. M. Castle Street. 
 
 Not ashamed of Christ. Mark viii. 38. 
 
 1 JESUS! and shall it ever be, 
 
 A mortal man asham'd of thee? 
 Asham'd of thee, whom ancrels praise ! 
 "Whose glories shine through endless days ! 
 
 2 Asham'd of Jesus ! Sooner far 
 Let evening blush to own a star : 
 He sheds the beams of light divine 
 O'er this beniglued soul of mine. 
 
 3 Asham'd of Jesus ! Just as soon 
 Let midnight be asham'd of noon : 
 'Twas midnight with my soul, till he, 
 Bright Morning Star ! bid darkness flee. 
 
 4 Asham'd of Jesus !— that dear Friend 
 On whom my hopes of heaven depend! 
 
 . No ! when I blush, be this my shame, 
 That I no more revere his name. 
 
 147 
 
203. 
 
 PROFESSION AND BAPTISM. 
 
 6 Asham'd of Jesus ! Yes, I may 
 When I've no guilt to wash away ; 
 No tear to wipe — no good to crave — 
 No fears to quell — no soul to save . 
 
 6 His institutions would I prize ; 
 Take up my cross — the shame despise ; 
 Dare to defend his noble cause, 
 And yield obedience to his laws. 
 
 Y. C. C. 903. L. M. Uxbridge. 
 
 Immersion the appointed mode. Mat. iii. 15—17. 
 
 1 WHEN we baptize, we see the mode 
 In honor'd Jordan's swelling flood. 
 We're deaf to vain tradition's voice; 
 
 The way Christ chose becomes our choice. 
 
 2 Down in the stream they both descend, 
 And John immers'd the sinner's Friend; 
 Out of the water straightway came 
 The Church's Head, th' obedient Lamb. 
 
 3 The Baptist saw the heavenly dove 
 Descend from op'ning heavens above ; 
 And now the Father's voice is heard 
 Approving the incarnate word ; 
 
 4 " This is my beloved Son ; 
 
 Well pleas'd am I with what he's done ; 
 In all things he my will obeys ; — 
 Then hear and trust whate'er he says." 
 
 6 Now, ye believing souls, regard 
 Th' example of your glorious Lord ; 
 Walk in his honor'd paths, and prove 
 How much your souls his precepts love. 
 148 
 
PROFESSION AND BAPTISM. 204. 
 
 y. C. C. S04. P.M. Helmsley. 
 
 Lore, the essence of obedience. Mat. viii. 22. 
 
 1 O, YE blood-wash'd, ransom'd sinners, 
 
 Highly favor'd of the Lord, 
 Now ye prove your love to Jesus 
 By regarding thus his word. 
 Rise and follow, rise and follow, 
 Rise and follow Christ your Lord. 
 
 2 See his wat'ry tomb before you ; 
 
 Hear him echo, •' Follow me ;" 
 For, beneath the streams of Jordan, 
 
 Christ your great Redeemer lay. 
 Rise and follow, rise and follow, 
 Rise and follow Christ to-day. 
 
 3 Yes, beneath those honor'd waters 
 
 Great Immanuel was bapliz'd ; 
 Out of which he then ascended. 
 
 And the Father was well pleas'd 
 Let us follow, let us follow, 
 Let us follow Christ our Lord. 
 
 4 Love constrains you all to follow 
 
 Jesus to his liquid grave : 
 Now look up ; expect his presence, 
 Which he promis'd you to have 
 While you follow, while you follow, 
 Jesus to his liquid grave.' 
 
 5 Jesus, come ! thine approbation 
 
 May we gladly sec and feel ; 
 Cause, O cause, the heavens to open, 
 And thy wondrous love reveal ; 
 And we'll follow, and we'll follow, 
 And we'll follow thee, our all. 
 
 149 
 
205, 206. PROFESSION ^ND BAPTISM. 
 
 Burnham. 20S. l. m. Hamburg 
 
 Prayer for the candidates. 
 
 1 NOW, thou exalted Prince of Peace ! 
 Behold the subjects of thy grace : 
 Drawn by the pleasing cords of love, 
 In wisdom's ways they sweetly move. 
 
 2 When in the water they descend, 
 There may they meet the sinner's Friend, 
 Smiling from yonder blissful throne- 
 Sending immortal blessings down. 
 
 3 O, may they find, beneath the wave, 
 That Christ is in the liquid grave ; 
 May they sink deep in love divine, 
 And feel the death of self and sin. 
 
 4 When from the honor'd stream they rise, 
 And view the pleasant op'ning skies, 
 May the bright beams of light appear, 
 Proving the Lord is truly here. 
 
 J. Evans. S06. c. m. Mear. 
 
 Baptism. 
 
 1 OUR Nearest Lord ! look from above 
 
 On us assembled here ; 
 O, grant thy presence, and thy love, 
 Our fainting minds to cheer. 
 
 2 Here we are come to be baptiz'd ; 
 
 His wise commands obey 
 Who has his own life sacrific'd 
 To take our sins away. 
 
 3 No merit in the mode we claim ; 
 
 We imitate our Head, 
 Who, when baptiz'd in Jordan's stream, 
 Out of the waves was led. 
 150 
 
PROFESSION AND BAPTISM. 207, 208. 
 
 Kirkham. 207. cm. Barby. 
 
 Bearing the cross. Mark viii. 38. 
 
 1 DIDST thou, dear Jesus, sufFer shame, 
 
 And hear the cross for me 1 
 And shall I fear to own thy name, 
 Or thy disciple be 1 
 
 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should dread 
 
 To suffer shame or loss : 
 Oh, let me in thy footsteps tread, 
 And glory in thy cross. 
 
 3 Inspire mv soul with life divine. 
 
 And holy couras^e bold ; 
 Let knowledge, faith, and meekness, shme— 
 Nor love, nor zeal, grow cold. 
 
 4 Sav to my soul, " Why dost thou fear 
 
 The face of feeble clay 7 
 Behold, thv Saviour, ever near, 
 Will guard thee in the way." 
 
 5 Oh, how my soul would rise and run 
 
 At this reviving word ! 
 Nor anv painful suff 'rings shun 
 To follow thee, my Lord ! 
 
 6 Let sinful men reproach, defame, 
 
 And call thee what they will, 
 If I may glorify thy name, 
 And be thy servant still. 
 
 Z. Hymns. SOS. 8.7. Greenville. 
 
 Invitation to follow the Lamb. 
 1 CHRISTL^NS, hear the Saviour call you ; 
 Listen to his gracious voice ; 
 Dread no ills that can befall you 
 
 While vou make this way your choice. 
 151 
 
209, 210. PROFESSION AND BAPTISM. 
 
 Jesus says, " Let each believer 
 
 Be baptized in mv name." 
 He, himself, in Jordan's river 
 
 Was immers'd beneath the stream. 
 2 Plainly here his footsteps tracing, 
 
 Follow him without delay- 
 Gladly his command embracino- : 
 
 Lo ! your Captain leads the way. 
 V lew the rite with understanding. 
 
 Jesus' grave before you lies : 
 Be interred at his commanding- 
 After his example rise. 
 
 Newton. 209. cm. Peterborough. 
 
 After baptism. 
 ^ L^T plenteous grace descend on those, 
 Who, hoping in thy word, 
 Tins day have solemnly declar'd 
 That Jesus is their Lord. 
 
 2 With cheerful feet may they advance 
 And run the Christian race ; ' 
 
 And through the troubles of the way 
 Find all-sufficient grace. 
 
 Doddridge. SIO. CM. Dedham. 
 
 Rom. vi. 4. 
 
 1 BAPTIZ'D into our Saviour's death, 
 
 Our souls to sin must die ; 
 With Christ our Lord we live anew— 
 With Christ ascend on high. 
 
 2 There by his Father's side, he sits 
 
 ^ Enthron'd divinely fair ; 
 Yet owns himself our brother still 
 And our forerunner there. ' 
 
 152 
 
PROFESSION AND BAPTISM. 211, 212. 
 \ 
 3 Rise, from these earthly trifles, rise, 
 On wings of faith and love ! 
 Above, our choicest treasure lies — 
 And be our hearts above. 
 
 Y. C. C. Sll. 7. Nuremburg. 
 
 Nothing can harm the follower of Christ. 
 1 CHRISTIANS, if your hearts be warm 
 Ice and snow can do no harm ; 
 If by Jesu"s jou are priz'd 
 Rise, believe, and be baptiz'd. 
 
 f 2 Jesus drank the gall for you — 
 Bore the curse for sinners due. 
 Children, prove your love to him : 
 Never fear the frozen stream. 
 
 3 Never shun the Saviour's cross: 
 All on earth is worthless dross. 
 If the Saviour's love you feel. 
 Let the world behold your zeal. 
 
 B. SIS. c. M. Parma. 
 
 Hinder me not. Gen. xxiv. 56. 
 
 1 IN all my Lord's appointed ways 
 
 My journey I'll pursue : 
 Hinder me not, ye much-loT'd saints, 
 For I must go" with you. 
 
 2 " Stay," says the world, " and taste awhile 
 
 My ev'ry pleasant sweet." 
 " Hinder me not," my soul replies, 
 " Because the way is great." 
 
 3 " Stay," Satan, my old master, cries, 
 
 " Or force shall'thee detain." 
 
 153 
 
213. PROFESSION AND BAPTI3M. 
 
 " Hinder me not, I will beeone — 
 My God has broke my chain." 
 
 4 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead, 
 
 I'll follow where he goes ; 
 Hinder me not, shall be my cry, 
 Though earth and hell oppose. 
 
 5 Through duly, and through trials, too, 
 
 I'll go at his command ; 
 Hinder me not, for I am bound 
 To my Immanuel's land. 
 
 6 And when my Saviour calls me home 
 
 This still my cry shall be, 
 Hinder me not, come, welcome death, 
 I'll gladly go with thee. 
 
 Mallery. 913. Mulberry. 
 
 Welcoming to the church. 
 
 1 COME, ye converts, come and welcome ; 
 
 All the saints are saying, come ; 
 Joyfully we now receive you 
 
 To the church, your future home. 
 Come and welcome, come and welcome, 
 In our hearts there yet is room. 
 
 2 Stay no longer, stay no longer, 
 
 From your blessed Saviour's fold ; 
 Come, dear vouth, ye lambs of Jesus, 
 
 He himself has bid you come. 
 With his people, with his people. 
 Join yourselves, and be at home. 
 
 3 Now accept the pledge we give you 
 
 While our hands with yours we join; 
 Let our hearts unite together 
 In the bonds of love divine. 
 154 
 
PROFESSION AND BAPTISM. 214, 215. 
 
 Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, 
 May we all henceforth be thine. 
 4 Now the vows of God are on you 
 Be the slaves of sin no more ; 
 
 be humble, holy, faithful, 
 Till the toils of life are o'er. 
 
 Then, dear brethren, then, dear sisters, 
 May we meet on Canaan's shore. 
 
 Sigouraey. 914. s. m. Shirland. 
 
 Before immersion. 
 
 MINISTERS AND ELDERS. 
 
 1 CHOOSE ye his cross to bear 
 
 Who bow'd to Jordan's wave? 
 Clad in his armor, will ye dare, 
 In faith, a wat'ry grave ? 
 
 CANDIDATES. 
 
 2 We love his holy word ; 
 
 His precepts we obey ; 
 Buried in baptism with our Lord 
 We seek to be this day. 
 
 CHOIR. 
 
 3 All hail ! ye blessed band ! 
 
 Shrink not to do his will ; 
 In deep humility this work 
 Of righteousness fulfil. 
 
 4 Tread in the Saviour's steps ; 
 
 Invoke his spirit free ; 
 And as he ope'd the gates of death 
 So may your rising be. 
 
 Judson. 215, L. M. Wells. 
 
 Following Christ. 
 1 COME, Holy Spirit, Dove divine ! 
 On these baptismal waters shine, 
 
 155 
 
218,217. PROFESSION AND BAPTISM. 
 
 And teach our hearts, in highest strain, 
 To praise the Lamb for sinners slain. 
 
 2 We love thy nanne — we love thy laws — 
 And joyfully emhraco. thy cause ; 
 
 We love thy cross, the shanne, the pain, 
 O, Lamb of God ! for sinners slain ! 
 
 3 We plunge beneath tliy mystic flood — 
 O, plunge us in thy cleansing blood ; 
 We die to sin, and seek a srave 
 With thee, beneath the yielding wave. 
 
 4 And as we rise, with thee to live, 
 O let the Holy Spirit give 
 
 The sealing unctioa from above, — 
 The breath of life, the fire of love I 
 
 Judson. ^10. L. M. Hamburg. 
 
 The baptism of Christ. Col. ii. 12. 
 
 1 OUR Saviour bow'd beneath the wave. 
 And meekly sought a wat'ry grave ; 
 Come, see the sacred path he trod, — 
 A path well pleasing to our God. 
 
 2 His voice we hear, his footsteps trace, 
 And hither come to seek his face ; 
 
 To do his will, to feel his love, 
 
 And join our songs with songs above. 
 
 3 Hosannas to the Lamb divine ! 
 
 Let endless glories round him shme ! 
 High o'er the heavens forever reign, 
 O Lamb of God, for sinners slain ! 
 
 Sigourney. SIT', s. m. Seir. 
 
 The example of Christ. 
 1 SAVIOUR, thy law we love— 
 Thy pure example bless, 
 156 
 
PROFESSION AND BAPTISM. 218. 
 
 And, with affirm, unwavering zeal, 
 Would in thy footsteps press. 
 
 2 Not to the fiery pains 
 
 By which the martyrs bled — 
 Not' to the scourge, tHe thorn, the cross, 
 Our favor'd feet are led : 
 
 3 But, at this peaceful tide, 
 
 Assembled in thy fear, 
 The homage of obedient hearts 
 We humbly offer here. 
 
 918. L. M. Wells. 
 
 Triala after pleasant obedience. Mat. iv. I. 
 
 1 WHEN the eternal Son of God 
 Had been baptiz'd in Jordan's flood, 
 To the lone desert he repairs. 
 
 And sore temptation firmly bears. 
 
 2 Should you that have been now baptiz'd 
 Be thus with Satan's darts surpris'd, 
 Lift up to heaven your joyful eyes — 
 Your hope, your htlp, in "Jesus'lies. 
 
 3 Never presume to think, or say, 
 
 The stream hath wash'd your sins away : 
 Never depend on what "s your own, 
 Nor trust to works nor duties done. 
 
 4 Each rite, which truth and love ordain, 
 Points to the Lamb that once was slain ; 
 Our wand'ring thoughts to him they call, — 
 The centre and the soul of all. 
 
 6 Baptiz'd with Christ, be this your aim, 
 To dignify the Christian name : 
 With Turn aspire to things above, 
 And put on Christ in faith and love. 
 Ii57 
 
219, 220. DOCTRINE. 
 
 DOCTRINE. 
 
 Epis. Col. 319. s. M. Blarlborough. 
 
 Depravity. Job. xxv. 4. 
 
 1 AH, how shall fallen man 
 Be just before his God ? 
 
 If he contend in righteousness 
 We fall beneath his rod. 
 
 2 If he our ways should mark, 
 With strict inquiring eyes, 
 
 Could we for one of thousand faults 
 A just excuse devise ? 
 
 3 All-seeing, powerful God ! 
 Who can with thee contend ? 
 
 Or who that tries th' unequal strife 
 Shall prosper in the end ? 
 
 4 The mountains, in thy wrath, 
 Their ancient seats forsake ! 
 
 The trembling earth deserts her place ! 
 Her rooted pillars shake ! 
 
 5 Ah, how shall guilty man 
 Contend with such a God ? 
 
 None, none can meet him, and escape, 
 But through the Saviour's blood. 
 
 Stennet. 330 • l. m. "Winchester. 
 
 Atonement. Job xxv. 4. 
 1 HOW shall the sons of men appear, 
 Great God, before thine awful bar ? 
 158 
 
DOCTRINE. 
 
 221. 
 
 How may the gtiilty hope to find 
 Acceptance with th' eternal mind ? 
 
 2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries— 
 Not the most costly sacrifice— 
 
 Nor infant blood, profusely spilt— 
 Will expiate a sinner's guilt. 
 
 3 The blood of Jesus Christ alone 
 Hath sov'reign virtue to atone ; 
 Here we will rest our only plea 
 When we approach, great God, to thee. 
 
 K 231. 11.8. Zion's Pilgrim. 
 
 Distinguishing grace. Jer. xxxi. 3. 
 
 1 IN songs of sublime adoration and praise, 
 
 Ye pilgrims ! for Zion who press. 
 Break forth, and extol the great Ancient of days, 
 His rich and distinguishing grace. 
 
 2 His love, from eternity fix'd upon you, 
 
 Broke forth, and discover'd its flame. 
 When each with the cords of his kindness he 
 drew. 
 And brought you to love his great name. 
 
 3 O, had he not pitied the state you were in 
 
 Your bosoms his love had ne'er felt. 
 You all would have liv'd, would have died, too, 
 in sin, 
 And sunk with the load of your guilt. 
 
 4 What was there in you that could merit esteem, 
 
 Or give the Creator delight 7 
 " 'Twas even so. Father !" you ever must sing, 
 " Because it seem'd good in thy sight." 
 6 'Twas all of thy grace we were brought to obey, 
 While others were sufFer'd to go 
 
 159 
 
222, 223. DOCTRINE. 
 
 The road, which, by nature, we chose as our 
 way — 
 Which leads to the regions of wo. 
 
 6 Then give all the glory to his holy name — 
 To him all the glory belongs ; 
 Be yours the high joy still to sound forth his fame, 
 And crown lum in each of your songs. 
 
 Hoskins. 222* c. m. Nottingham. 
 
 Regeneration. John iii. 5, 7. 
 
 1 SINNERS, this solemn truth regard ; 
 
 Hear, all ye sons of men ; 
 For Christ the Saviour hath declar'd 
 " Ye must be born again." 
 
 2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood, 
 
 The sinner's hoast is vain ; 
 Thus saith the glorious Son of God, 
 " Ye must be born again." 
 
 3 Our nature's totally depraved — 
 
 The heart a sink of sin ; 
 Without a change we can't be sav'd ; 
 " Ye must be born again." 
 
 4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart. 
 
 And breathe on sinners slain ; 
 Bear witness. Lord, in ev'ry heart, 
 That we are born again. 
 
 Gibbons. 993* l. m. CasteUow. 
 
 Forgiveness. Luke vii. 47. 
 I FORGIVENESS !— 'tis a joyful sound 
 To anxious souls, condemn'd to die ! 
 Publish the bliss the world around ; 
 Ye seraphs, shout it from the sky. 
 160 
 
DOCTRINE. 224, 225. 
 
 2 O'er sins, unnumber'd as the sand, 
 
 And like the mountains for their size, 
 The seas of sov'reign grace expand — 
 The seas of sov'reign grace arise. 
 
 3 For this stupendous love of heav'n 
 
 What grateful honors shall we show ? 
 Where much transgression is forgiv'n, 
 Let love in equal ardor glow. 
 
 Doddridge. 994. l. m. Windham. 
 
 Beholding transgressors. Ps. cxix. 158. 
 
 1 SEE human nature sunk in shame ! 
 See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name ! 
 The Father wounded through the Son ! 
 The world abus'd — the soul undone! 
 
 2 See the short course of vain delight, 
 Closing in everlasting night, — 
 
 In flames that no abatement know, 
 Kindled by sin, the source of wo ! 
 
 3 My God, I feel the mournful scene ; 
 My bowels yearn o'er dying men ; 
 And fain my pity would reclaim, 
 
 And snatch the fire-brands from the flame. 
 
 4 But feeble my compassion proves, 
 And can but weep where most it loves ; 
 Thy own all-savmg arm employ, 
 
 And turn these drops of grief to joy. 
 
 Stennet. 225, l. m. Rothwell. 
 
 Adoption. John i. 12. 1 John iii. 1. 
 I 1 NOT all the nobles of the earth. 
 Who boast the honors of their birth, 
 Such real dignity can ckin'. 
 As those who bear the Christian name. 
 11 161 
 
226. DOCTRINE. 
 
 2 To them the privilege is giv'n 
 
 To be the sons and heirs of heav'n, — 
 Sons of the God who reigns on high, 
 And heirs of joys beyond the sky. 
 
 3 His will he makes them early know. 
 And teaches their young feet to go ; 
 Whispers instruction to their minds, 
 And on their hearts his precepts binds. 
 
 4 When, through temptation, they rebel, 
 His chast'ning rod he makes them feel; 
 Then, with a Father's tender heart, 
 
 He soothes the pain, and heals the smart. 
 
 6 Their daily wants his hands supply ; 
 Their steps he guards with watchful eye ; 
 Leads them from earth to heav'n above, 
 And crowns them with eternal love. 
 
 Meth. Col. 22G, H. M. CarmathoD. 
 
 Justification by failh. 
 
 1 ARISE, my soul, arise ! 
 
 Shake off thy guilty fears; 
 The bleeding sacrifice 
 
 In my behalf appears ; 
 Before the throne my Surety stands — 
 My name is written on his hands. 
 
 2 He ever lives above 
 
 For me to intercede ; 
 His all-redeeming love, 
 
 His precious blood, to plead. 
 His blood atoned for all our race, 
 And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 
 
 3 The bleeding wounds he bears. 
 
 Received on Calvarv. 
 162 
 
DOCTEINE. 227. 
 
 Now pour effectual prayers, 
 
 And strongly speak for me ; — 
 Forgive him, forgive, ihey cry, 
 Nor let that rausom'd sinner die ! 
 
 4 The Father hears him pray, 
 
 The dear anointed One ; — 
 He cannot turn away 
 
 The presence of his Son : 
 His Spirit answers to the hlood, 
 And tells me I am born of God. 
 
 5 To God I'm reconciled — 
 
 His pardoning voice I hear; 
 He owns me for his child ; 
 
 I can no longer fear. 
 With confidence I now draw nigh, 
 And Father, Abba, Father, cry. 
 
 227. L. M. Truro. 
 
 Safety of God's elect. Rom. viii. 34. 
 
 1 SAY, who shall God's elect condemn ? 
 
 'Tis Christ who for their ransom died: 
 Rising, he intercedes for them. 
 And they in him are justified. 
 
 2 Not tribulation, nakedness, 
 
 Not famine, peril, or the sword, 
 Nor persecution, nor distress, 
 Shall separate from Christ the Lord. 
 
 3 Nor life nor death, nor depth nor height, 
 
 Nor powers below, nor powers above, 
 Nor present things, nor things to come. 
 Can change his purposes of love. 
 
 4 His sovereign mercy knows no bounds ; 
 
 His faithfulness shall still endure ; 
 163 
 
228, 229. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 And those who on his word rely 
 Shall find his truth forever sure. 
 
 Seamen's Col. 22S, l. m. Tallis. 
 
 Adoption. Rom. viii. 15. 
 
 1 LOOK up, my soul, with cheerful eye, 
 
 See where the great Redeemer stands, — 
 The glorious Advocate on high, 
 
 With precious incense in his hands ! 
 
 2 He sweetens every humble groan ; 
 
 He recommends each broken prayer ; 
 The softest call before his throne 
 May rise, and find acceptance there. 
 
 3 Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord ! 
 
 With stronger faith to call thee mine ; 
 Bid me pronounce the blissful word 
 My Father, God, with joy divine. 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER AND 
 GRACES. 
 
 Stennett. SSO. l. m. Truro. 
 
 Warfare. Eph. vi. 13—17. 
 
 1 JESUS, my King, proclaims the war. 
 " Awake ! the pow'rs of hell are near. 
 To arms ! to arms !" I hear him cry ; 
 •' 'Tis yours to conquer, or to die." 
 
 2 Rous'd by the animating sound 
 I cast my eager eyes around, 
 
 164 
 
AND GRACES. 230, 231. 
 
 Make haste to gird my armor on, 
 And bid each trembling fear begone. 
 
 3 Hope is my helmet, faith my shield, 
 The word of God the sword I wield ; 
 With sacred truth my loins are girt, 
 And holy zeal inspires my heart. 
 
 4 Thus arm'd, I venture on the fight, 
 Resolv'd to put mv foes to flight, 
 While Jesus kindly deigns to spread 
 His conqu'ring banner o'er my head. 
 
 5 In him I hope — in him I trust — 
 His bleeding cross is all my boast : 
 Through troops of foes he '11 lead me on 
 To vici'ry, and the victor's crown. 
 
 Minstrel. 330. cm. Dundee. 
 
 My father 's at the helm. 
 
 1 'TWAS when the sea, with awful roar, 
 
 A little bark assaii'd. 
 And pallid fear 's distracting power 
 O'er each on board prevail'd — 
 
 2 Save one, the captain's darling child, 
 
 Who steadfast vicw'd the storm. 
 And cheerful with composure smiled 
 At danger's threat'ning frown. 
 
 3 " Why sporting thus," a seaman cried, 
 
 " While terrors overwhelm ? " 
 " Why yield to fear? " the boy replied — 
 " My father 's at the helm,.''' 
 
 Crultenden. 331* l. m. Wayne. 
 
 Warfare. Rom. vii. 23, 25, 
 1 WHAT warlike natures dwell within ! 
 Imperfect grace — remaining sin ! 
 
 165 
 
232, 233. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 Nor this can reign, nor that prevail, 
 Though each by turns my heart assail. 
 
 2 Now I complain, and sroan, and die ; 
 Now raise my son^s of triumph high ; 
 Sing a rebellious passion slain, 
 
 Or mourn to feel it live again. 
 
 3 One happy hour beholds me rise, 
 Borne upward to my native s^ies ; 
 While faith assists my soaring flight 
 To realms of joy, and worlds of light. 
 
 4 Great God ! assist me through the fight ; 
 Make me triumphant in thy might ; 
 Thou the desponding heart canst raise — 
 The vict'ry mine, and thine the praise. 
 
 Hart. Col. SS9. l. m. Pomfret. 
 
 Isaiah i. 6. 
 
 1 LORD, I 'm defiled in every part — 
 Barren my life, and cold my heart ; 
 
 Yet sometimes, through thy sov'reign grace, 
 1 catch a glimpse of Jesus' face. 
 
 2 This gives my drowsy heart a spring— 
 I fain would rise, and fain would sing ; 
 But soon a cloud rolls in between, 
 
 All black with some in-dwelling sin. 
 
 3 IMy notes then falter on my tongue — 
 The foul contagion spoils my song; 
 But thou, who do*t the world control. 
 Speak but the word — I shall be wjiole. 
 
 Harrison. S33* l. m. Surry. 
 
 Prayi;ig for deliverance. 
 1 O, COULD I find some peaceful bower 
 Where sin has neither place nor power I 
 166 
 
AND GRACES. 234. 
 
 This traitor vile I fain would shun, 
 But cannot from his presence run. 
 
 2 When to the throne of grace I flee, 
 He stands between my God and me ; 
 Where'er I rove, where'er I rest, 
 
 I feel him working in my breast. 
 
 3 When I attempt to soar above 
 
 To view the heights of Jesus' love, 
 This monster seems to mount the skies, 
 And veil his glory from my eyes. 
 
 4 Lord, free me from this deadly foe 
 Which keeps my faith and hope so low ; 
 I long to dwell in heav'n, my home, 
 Where not one sinful thought can come. 
 
 Robinson. S34. 8. 7. Greenville. 
 
 The grateful recollection. 
 
 1 COME, thou fount of every blessing, 
 
 Tune my heart to sing thy grace ! 
 Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 
 
 Call for songs of loudest praise. 
 Teach me some melodious sonnet 
 
 Sung by flaming tongues above ; 
 Praise the mount — O fix me on it !- 
 
 Mount of God's unchanging love. 
 
 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer ; 
 
 Hither by thy help I'm come ; 
 And I hope, by thy good pleasure, 
 
 Safely to arrive at home. 
 Jesus sought me when a stranger, 
 
 Wandering from the fold of God ; 
 He, to save my soul from danger, 
 
 Interpos'd his precious blood. 
 
 '^ 167 
 
235. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 3 O ! to gn*ace how great a debtor 
 
 Daily I'm constrain'd to be ! 
 Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, 
 
 Bind my wandering heart to thee. 
 Prone to wander Lord, I feel it — 
 
 Prone to leave the God I love ; 
 Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it — 
 
 Seal it from thy courts above. 
 
 y. C. C. 935. L. M. Hamburg. 
 
 The good old way. Jer. vi. 16. 
 
 1 LIFT up 5'our heads, Immanuel's friends, 
 And taste the pleasures Jesus sends : 
 Let nothing cause you to delay. 
 
 But hasten on the good old way. 
 
 2 Our conflicts here, though great they be, 
 Shall not prevent our victory, 
 
 If we but watch, and strive, and pray, 
 Like soldiers in the good old way. 
 
 3 Though Satan may his power employ 
 Our peace and comfort to destroy, 
 Yet never fear — we '11 win the day, 
 And shout, and sing, the good old way. 
 
 4 O, good old way, how good thou art ! 
 May none of us from thee depart ; 
 But may our actions always say 
 We 're walking in the good old way. 
 
 5 And when on Pisgah's top we stand, 
 And view by faith the promis'd land, 
 Then we aviU shout, and sin^, and pray, 
 And march along the good old way. 
 
 6 Ye valiant souls, for heaven contend — 
 Remember life is near its end ; 
 
 16S 
 
AND GRACES. 236. 
 
 Our God will wipe all tears away 
 When we have run the good old way. 
 
 7 When far beyond this mortal shore, 
 
 We '11 join with those who 've gone before, 
 And shout to think we 've gain'd the day 
 By walking in the good old way. 
 
 New Col. SSO^ CM. Arlington. 
 
 Prove yourselves. 2 Cor. xiii. 5. 
 
 1 'Tis first-of all ll^yself to know, 
 
 To feel the plague of sin, 
 
 Expos'd to everlasting woe, 
 
 And nothing good within. 
 
 2 To know thy wretched sinful state 
 
 Averse to all that 's good ; 
 To feel thy guilt exceeding great — 
 Thy heart opposed to God. 
 
 3 To know thy law-condemned case, 
 
 And own the sentence just — 
 Thy heart subdu'd by sov'reign grace, 
 And humbled in the dust. 
 
 4 To know the pangs of pious grief 
 
 For sins against the Lord ; 
 To know that nought can give relief 
 But trusting in his word. 
 
 5 To know that thou art born of God — 
 
 Thy num'rous sins forgiv'n — 
 Thy soul reileem'd by Jesus' blood — 
 And thou an heir of heav'n. 
 
 6 Dear Saviour, cause thy love to flow. 
 
 Thy love my soul revives. 
 In darkest hours give me to know 
 " That my Redeemer lives." 
 
 169 
 
137, 13S. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 Pres. Davies. 337. l. m. Castellow. 
 
 Self-examination. Ps. cxxxix. 23. 
 
 1 AND what am I ? I\Iy soul, awake, 
 And an impartial survey take : 
 Does no dark sign, no ground of fear, 
 In practice, or in heart, appear ? 
 
 2 What image does my spirit bear ? 
 Is Jesus form'd and livmg there ? 
 Say, do his lineaments divine, 
 
 In thought, and word, and action, shine? 
 
 3 Searcher of hearts, O search me still; 
 The secrets of my soul reveal ; — 
 Scatter the clouds, which, o'er my head 
 Thick glooms of dubious terrors spread. 
 
 4 May I at that blest world arrive. 
 
 Where Christ through all my soul shall live, 
 And give full proof that he is there. 
 Without one gloomy doubt or fear. 
 
 Newton. S38. 7. Hampton. 
 
 Ill darkness. Vs. xxx. 6, 7. 
 
 1 ONCE I thought my mountain strong — 
 
 Firmly fix'd no more to move ; 
 Then my Saviour was my song, 
 
 Then my soul was fill;^ with love 
 Those were happy, golden days, 
 Sweetly spent in prayer and praise. 
 
 2 Little then myself I knew — 
 
 Little thought of Satan's pow'r ; 
 Now I feel my sins anew ; 
 
 Now I feel the stormy hour ! 
 Sin has put my joys to "flight ; 
 Sin has turn'd my day to night. 
 170 
 
AND GRACES. 239, 240. 
 
 3 Saviour, shine and cheer my soul ; 
 
 Bid my dying hopes revive ; 
 
 Make my wounded spirit whole ; 
 
 Far away the tempter drive ; 
 Speak the word and set me free — 
 Let me live alone to thee. 
 
 Newton. 339. 8. Goshen. 
 
 Creation unsatisfying without Christ. 
 1 HOW tedious and tasteless the hours 
 When Jesus no longer I see ! 
 Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs, 
 Have lost all their sweetness with me. 
 8 His name yields the richest perfume, 
 And sweeter than music his voice ; 
 His presence disperses my gloom, 
 And makes all within me rejoice. 
 
 3 While bless'd with a sense of his love, 
 
 A palace a toy would appear ; 
 And prisons would palaces prove, 
 If Jesus would dwell with me there. 
 
 4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, • 
 
 If thou art my sun and my song, 
 Say, why do I languish and pine? 
 And why are my v/inters so long ? 
 
 5 O, drive these dark clouds from my sky ! 
 
 Thy soul-cheering presence restore ; 
 Or take me up to thee on high, 
 Where winter and clouds are no more. 
 
 Fawcett. 34©, 8. 7. 4. Suffolk. 
 
 Hope encouraged. Ps. xlii. 5. 
 1 O, MY soul, what means this sadness 7 
 Wherefore art thou thus cast down? 
 171 
 
241. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness ; 
 Bid thy restless fears begone ; 
 
 Look to Jesus, 
 And rejoice in his dear name. 
 
 2 What though Satan's strong temptations 
 
 Vex and grieve thee day by day ; 
 And thy sinful inclinations 
 Often fill thee with dismay ? 
 
 Thou shalt conquer 
 Through the Lamb's redeeming blood. 
 
 3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee J 
 
 From without and from within, 1 
 
 Jesus saith he '11 ne'er forget thee, » 
 
 But will save from hell and sin ! 
 
 He is faithful 
 To perform his gracious word. 
 
 4 Though distresses now attend thee, 
 
 And thou tread'st the thorny road, 
 His right hand shall still defend thee ; 
 Soon he '11 bring thee home to God ! 
 
 Therefore praise him — 
 Praise the great Redeemer's name. 
 6 O, that I could now adore him 
 Like the heav'nly host above, 
 Who forever bow before him, 
 And unceasing sing his love ! 
 
 Happy songsters ! 
 When shall I your chorus join ? 
 
 Baldwin. 941. 8. Baldwin. 
 
 Union Hymn. 
 I FROM whence does this union arise 
 That hatred is conquer'd by love ? 
 That fastens our souls in such lies 
 As nature and time can't remove ? 
 172 
 
AND GRACES. 
 
 842. 
 
 2 It cannot in Eden be found, 
 
 Nor yet in a paradise lost ; 
 It grows on Immanuers ground, 
 And Jesus' rich blood it did cost. 
 
 3 My friends are so dear unto me, 
 
 Our hearts all united in love f 
 Where Jesus is gone we shall be, 
 In yonder blest mansions above. 
 
 4 O, why then so loth now to part. 
 
 Since -vC-e shall ere long meet again 7 
 Engrav'd on Immanuel's heart, 
 At distance we cannot remain. 
 
 5 Though call'd to resimi up our breath, 
 
 And quit these frail bodies of clay. 
 
 When freed from corruption and death, 
 
 We '11 unite in the regions of day. 
 
 6 With Jesus we ever shall reign, 
 
 And all his bright glories shall see ; 
 There sing Hallelujah, Amen ! 
 Amen, even so let it be. 
 
 Lyre. 94S. cm. Bloomgrove. 
 
 Longing for the image of Christ. 
 X O, FOR a heart to praise my God— 
 A heart from sin set free ! 
 A heart that always feels thy blood, 
 So freely spilt for me. 
 
 2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, 
 
 My great Redeemer's throne — 
 Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
 Where Jesus reigns alone. 
 
 3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, 
 
 Belie vmg, true, and clean ! 
 
 173 
 
243,244. ciiRisTiAN character 
 
 Which neither life nor death can part 
 From him that dwells within. 
 
 4 A heart in ev'ry thought renew'd, 
 
 And full of love divine ; 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,— 
 A copy. Lord of thine. 
 
 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; 
 
 Come, quickly from above ; 
 Write thy new name upon my heart, 
 Thy new, best name of love. 
 
 Stennett. SS43. c. m. Ar.liford. 
 
 The better choice. Ps. iv. 6. 
 
 1 IN vain the giddy world inquires 
 
 (Forgetful of their God) 
 " Who will supply our vast desires, 
 Or show us any good ? " 
 
 2 Through the wide circuit of the earth 
 
 Their eager wishes rove, 
 In chase of honor, wealth, and mirth, — 
 The phantoms of their love. 
 
 3 But oft these shadowy joys elude 
 
 Their most intense pursuit ; 
 
 Or, if they seize the fancied good, 
 
 There's poison in the fruit. 
 
 4 Lord, from this world call off my love — 
 
 Set my affections right ; 
 Bid me aspire to joys above, 
 And walk no more by sight. 
 
 Lyre. 244. c. m. Howard. 
 
 Deliverance from sin. 
 1 I ASK the gift of righteousness. 
 The sin-subduing power, — 
 174 
 
AND GRACES. 
 
 245. 
 
 Power to believe, and go ia peacf 
 And never ^ieve thee more. 
 
 2 I ask the blood-bought pardon seal'd— 
 
 The libertv from sin — 
 The grace in'fus'd— the love reveal'd— 
 The kingdom fix'd within. 
 
 3 Thou hear'st me for salvation pray ; 
 
 Thou seest my heart's desire ; 
 Make ready in thy powerful day— 
 Thy fulness I require. 
 
 4 My vehement soul cries out, oppress'd, 
 
 Impatient to be freed! 
 Nor can I, Lord, nor will I, rest, 
 Till I am saved indeed, 
 
 5 Thou canst, thou wilt, I dare believe- 
 
 So arm me with thy power, 
 That I to sin mav never cleave, 
 May never feel it more. 
 
 Heath. 945. s. m. Linstead. 
 
 Watch and pray. Mat. xxvi. 41. 
 
 1 MY soul, be on thy guard ; 
 
 Ten thousand foes arise, 
 And hosts of sins 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 ev'ry day, 
 And help divine implore. 
 
 3 Ne'er think the vict'r^' won, 
 
 Nor once at ease sit down : 
 Thy arduous work will not be done 
 Till thou hast gain'd thy crown. 
 175 
 
246, 247. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 Rippon. 946. c. M. Clifford. 
 
 Self-denial. Mark viii. 34. 
 
 1 AND must I part wiiU all I have, 
 
 My dearest Lord, for thee ? 
 It is but right, since thou hast done 
 Much more than this for me. 
 
 2 Yes, let it go — one look from thee 
 
 Will more than make amends 
 For all the losses I sustain 
 Of credit, riches, friends. 
 
 3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand live*, 
 
 How worthless they appear, 
 Compar'd with thee, supremely good, 
 Divinely bright and fair ! 
 
 4 Saviour of souls, could I from thee 
 
 A single smile obtain, 
 Though destitute of all things else, 
 I'd glory in my gain. 
 
 Broaddus' Col. 947, c. m. Wethersfield. 
 
 Happy child of grace. 
 
 1 HOW happy ev'ry child of grace, 
 
 Who knows his sins forgiv'n ! 
 This earth, he says, is not my place — 
 
 I seek my place in heaven, 
 A country far from mortal sight ; 
 
 Yet, O ! by faith I see 
 The land of rest, the saint's delight, 
 
 The heaven prepar'd for me. 
 
 2 what a blessed hope is ours ! 
 
 While here on earth we stay, 
 We more than taste the heav'nly power 
 And antedate that dav. 
 176 
 
 i 
 
AND GRACES. 248, 249. 
 
 We feel the resurrection near, 
 
 Our life in Christ concealed, 
 And with his glorious jjresence here 
 
 Our earthen vessels filled. 
 
 3 O would he more of heaven bestow, 
 
 And kt the vessel break. 
 And let our ransom'd spirits go 
 
 To grasp the God we seek ! 
 In rapturous awe on Him to gaze 
 
 Who bought the sight for me, 
 And shout and wonder at his grace 
 
 To all eternity ! 
 
 Z. Hymns. 948. cm. Ludlow. 
 
 Backsliding and returning. 
 
 1 HOW far, alas, in sinful ways, 
 
 How far from God, I've gone ! 
 
 And now I mourn in painful lays — 
 
 Ah ! Lord, what have I done ? 
 
 2 To sin, and Satan's bold demand, 
 
 I was a willing prey ; 
 He was not readier to command 
 
 Than I was to obey. 
 S Perchance the tempter left my heart — 
 
 Yet still his work went on ; 
 I acted o'er this dreadful part — 
 
 Ah ! Lord, what have I done ? 
 
 4 Saviour, almighty and divine, 
 
 I've slighted all thy charms ; 
 Restore me from this sad decline, 
 Nor thrust me from thine arms. 
 
 Newton. 349. cm. Newton: 
 
 1 BLESS'D Saviour ! by thy powerful word 
 Once night was tum'd to day ; 
 12 177 
 
250. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 And thy salvation joy restor'd 
 Which I had sinn'd away. 
 
 2 'Twas then I wonder'd and ador'd 
 
 To see thy grace divine ; 
 I felt thv love, I prais'd the Lord, 
 Who made such blessings mine. 
 
 3 Wilt thou not still vouchsafe to own 
 
 A wretch so vile as I ? 
 May I not still approach thy throne, 
 And, Abba, Fattier, cry ? 
 
 4 Lord, speak that gracious word again, 
 
 And cheer my drooping heart ; 
 No voice but thine can soothe my pain. 
 Or bid my fears depart. 
 
 Newton. 250. 5. 6. Port. Hymn. 
 
 I will trust. Isa. xii. 5. 
 
 1 BEGONE, unbelief! 
 
 My Saviour is near, 
 And for mv relief 
 
 Will surely appear. 
 By pray'r let me wrestle, 
 
 'And he will perform : 
 With Christ in the vessel, 
 
 I smile at the storm. 
 
 2 Determin'd to save. 
 
 He watch'd o'er my path 
 When, Satan's blind slave, 
 
 I sported with death : 
 And can he have taught me 
 
 To trust in his name, 
 And thus far have brought me, 
 
 To put me to shame T 
 178 
 
AND GRACES. 251. 
 
 3 Why should I complain 
 
 Of want or distress, 
 Temptation or pain ? 
 
 He told me no less. 
 The heirs of salvation 
 
 I know, from his word, 
 Through much tribulation 
 
 Must follow their Lord. 
 
 4 Though dark be my way, 
 
 Since he is my guide, 
 'Tis mine to obey — 
 
 'Tis his to provide. 
 His way was much rougher 
 
 And darker than mine : 
 Did Jesus thus suffer, 
 
 And shall I repine ? 
 
 5 His love in time past 
 
 Forbids me to think 
 He '11 leave me at last 
 
 In trouble to sink. 
 Though painful at present, 
 
 'Twill cease before long, 
 And then, O how pleasant 
 
 The conqueror's song ! 
 
 251. 5.6. Walsal. 
 
 The ravens. Luke xii. 24. 
 1 KIND teacher and Lord ! 
 
 Thy wisdom we bless, 
 Who dost in thy word 
 
 This precept express ; 
 May we from the heavens 
 
 This counsel receive, 
 Consider the ravens, 
 
 And learn to believe. 
 
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CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 2 They sow not, nor reap, 
 
 Nor gather in store, 
 Have nothing to keep, 
 
 Yet never are poor. 
 If God, in the heavens, 
 
 Made nothing in vain. 
 Consider the raven.t, 
 
 And never complain, 
 
 3 Your every need 
 
 He '11 surely supply, 
 And all his saints fieed 
 
 With bread from the sky. 
 On him, in the heavens. 
 
 Continue to call — 
 Consider the ravens, 
 
 And trust him for all. 
 
 4 Your wants may be great, 
 
 And friends may be few ; 
 Yet on him still wait 
 
 Whatever you do : 
 For he in the heavens 
 
 Well knows what you need- 
 Consider the ravens 
 
 His children shall feed. 
 
 6 O doubt not his care, 
 
 His truth, nor his love, 
 Which kindly you share. 
 
 And constantly prove. 
 When you against heaven 
 
 To murmur begin, 
 Consider the ravens, 
 
 And blush for your sin. 
 
 6 Still, Lord, while below 
 
 A pilgrim I stay, 
 180 
 
 i 
 
^<J 
 
 AND GRACES. 252. 
 
 Thy bounty bestow, 
 
 Thy kindness display. 
 To thee in the heavens 
 
 I'll lift up my voice — 
 Consider the ravens, 
 
 And always rejoice. 
 
 Bait. Col. So^. c. M. Meriden. 
 
 Descriplioii of the children of God. 
 
 1 WHAT poor despised company 
 
 Of travellers are these, 
 That walk in yonder narrow way 
 Along that rugged maze ? 
 
 2 Ah ! these are of a royal line — 
 
 All children of a king ; 
 Heirs of immortal crowns divine — 
 And lo ! for joy they sing. 
 
 3 Why do they then appear so mean, 
 
 And Avhy so much despis'd ? 
 Because of their rich robes unseen 
 The world is not appriz'd. 
 
 4 But why keep they that narrow road, 
 
 That rugged, thorny maze ? 
 Why that's the way their Leader trod — 
 They love and keep his ways. 
 
 5 Why must they shun the pleasant path 
 
 That worldlings love so well? 
 Because that is the road to death — 
 The open road to hell. 
 
 6 What, is there then no other road 
 
 To Salem's hsppy ground ? 
 Christ is the only way to God — 
 None other can be found. 
 
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253,254. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 Madan's Col. 
 
 259. 7 
 
 Turin. 
 
 Adieu to the vain world. 
 
 1 WORLD, adieu ! thou real cheat ! 
 
 Oft have thy deceitful charms 
 Fill'd my heart with fond conceit, 
 
 Foolish hopes, and false alarms. 
 Now I see, as clear as day, 
 How thy follies pass away. 
 
 2 Vain thy entertaining sights ; 
 
 False thy promises renew'd ; 
 All the pomp of thy delights 
 
 Does but natter and delude. 
 Thee I quit for heav'n above, — 
 Object of the noblest Jove. 
 
 3 Let not. Lord, my wand'ring mind 
 
 Follow after fleeting toys, 
 Since in thee alone I find 
 
 Solid and substantial joys, — 
 Joys that, never overpast, 
 Through eternity shall last. 
 
 10. 11. Walsal. 
 
 Gen. xxii. 8, 10, 11. 
 
 Newton. S54. 
 
 The Lord will provide. 
 
 1 THOUGH troubles- assail, and dangers affright, 
 Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite, 
 Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide — 
 The Scripture assures us'tke Lord will provide. 
 
 2 The birds without barn or storehouses are fed ; 
 From them let us learn to trust in our Head. 
 His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied, 
 So long as 'tis written, the Lord will provide. 
 
 3 We may, like the ships, by tempests be tost 
 On perilous deeps, but need not be lost ; 
 
 182 
 
AND GRACES. 255. 
 
 Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide, 
 The promise engages the Lord willprovide. 
 
 4 No strength of our own, or goodness,.we claim; 
 Yet, since we have known the Saviour's great 
 
 name, 
 In this our strong tower for safety we'll hide, 
 The Lord is our power, the Lord will provide. 
 
 5 When life sinks apace, and death is in view, 
 This word of his grace shall comfort us through : 
 Not feariiig or doubting, with Christ on our side, 
 We hope to die shouting " the Lord will pko- 
 
 VIDE." 
 
 Cowper. 255, 7. Hotham. 
 
 Christian under temptation. Ps. Ivii. 1. 
 
 1 JESUS ! lover of mj^ soul ! 
 
 Let me to thy bosom fly. 
 While the raging billows roll, 
 
 While the tempest still is high. 
 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide. 
 
 Till the storm of life be past; 
 Safe into the haven guide — 
 
 O receive my soul at last. 
 
 2 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 stay'd, 
 
 All my help from thee I bring; 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 
 With the shadow of thy wing. 
 
 3 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 
 
 Grace to^pardon all my sin ; 
 
 Let the healing streams abound, A 
 
 Make and keep me pure within. /J 
 
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256, 257. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 Thou of life the fountain art ; 
 
 Freelj^ let me take of thee : 
 Spring thou up within my heart — 
 
 Rise to all eternity. 
 
 Wesley. ^^6* s. m. Olmutz, 
 
 Watchfulness and prayer. 
 
 1 A CHARGE to keep I have ; 
 
 A God io glorify ; 
 A never-dying soul to save, 
 
 And fit it for the sky : 
 To serve the present age, 
 
 My calling to fulfil ; — 
 O may it all my powers engage 
 
 To do my Master's will. 
 
 2 Arm me with jealous care, 
 
 As in thy sight to live ; 
 And O thy servant, Lord, prepare 
 
 A strict account to give. 
 Help me to watch and pray, 
 
 And on thyself rely — 
 Assur'd if I my trust betray 
 
 I shall forever die. 
 
 Swain. 257, 11. 8. ^ Weston. 
 
 Glory of Christ. Soug v. 9—16. ^ 
 
 1 O THOU, in whose presence my soul takes de- 
 
 light ! . 
 
 On whom in affliction I call ! 
 My comfort by day, and my song in the night! 
 My hope, my salvation, my all ! 
 
 2 Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy 
 
 sheep^ 
 To feed on the pastures of love? 
 184 
 
AND GRACES. 258. 
 
 Say, "why in the valley of death should I weep, 
 Or alone in the Avilderness rove 7 
 
 3 O why should I wander an alien from thee, 
 Or cry in the desert for bread '? 
 Thy foe's will rejoice when my sorrows they see. 
 And smile at the tears I have shed. 
 
 Ye daughters of Zion, declare — have you seen 
 
 The star that on Israel shone ? 
 Say, if in your tents my beloved has been, 
 
 And where with his flock he has gone. 
 
 This is my beloved : his form is divine, 
 His vestments shed odors around — 
 
 The locks on his head are as grapes on the vine. 
 When autumn with plenty is crown'd. 
 
 6 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice, 
 And myriads wait for his word ; 
 He speaks, and eternity, fiU'd with his voice, 
 Re-echoes the praise" of the Lord. 
 
 Doddridge. 958. c. m. Dundee. 
 
 Love to Christ. John xviii. 15. 
 
 1 DO not I love thee, O my Lord 7 
 
 Behold my heart and see. 
 And turn each worthless idol out 
 That dares to rival thee. 
 
 2 Do not I love thee from my soul 7 
 
 Then let me nothing love ; 
 Dead be my heart to ev'ry joy 
 Which thou dost not approve. 
 
 3 Is not thy name melodious still 
 
 To mine attentive ear ? 
 Doth not each pulse with pleasure beat 
 My Saviour's voice to hear ? 
 
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259. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 4 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 ? 
 
 5 Thou know'st I love thee, O my Lord- 
 
 But yet I long to soar 
 Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
 That I may love thee more. 
 
 Newton. Sod* 7. Nuremburg. 
 
 Lovest thou me ? John xxi. 15. 
 
 1 'TIS a point I long to know, 
 
 Oft it causes anxious thought : — 
 Do I love the Lord or no ? 
 Am I his, or am I not ? 
 
 2 If I love, why am I thus ? 
 
 Why this dull, this lifeless frame? 
 Hardly, sure, can they be worse 
 Who have never heard his name. 
 
 3 Could my heart so hard remain — 
 
 Prayer a task and burden prove — 
 Ev'ry trifle give me pain — 
 If I knew a Saviour's love ? 
 
 4 When I turn mine eyes within, 
 
 All is dark, and vain, and wild. 
 Fill'd with unbelief and sin, 
 Can I deem myself a child? 
 
 5 If I pray, or hear, or read. 
 
 Sin is mix'd with all I do ; 
 You who love the Lord indeed, 
 Tell me, is it thus with you? 
 
 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will- 
 
 Find my sin a grief and thrall : 
 186 
 
260. AND GRACES. 
 
 Should I grieve for what I feel 
 If I did not love at all ? 
 
 7 Lord, decide the doubtful case ! 
 
 Thou, who art thy people's Sun, 
 Shine upon thy work of grace 
 If it be indeed begun. 
 
 8 Let me love thee more and more, 
 
 If I love at all, I pray ; 
 If I have not lov'd before, 
 Help-me to begin to-day. 
 
 Moravian. 360. l. m. Uxbridge. 
 
 Prayer for grace. 
 
 1 O THOU, to whose all-searching sight 
 The darkness shineth as the light. 
 Search, prove my heart, and let it be 
 Freed from these bonds, and joiu'd to thee. 
 
 2 Wash out its stains — refine its dross — 
 Nail my affections to the cross ! 
 Hallow each thought — let all within 
 Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. 
 
 3 If in this darksome wild I stray, 
 Be thou my light, be thou my way ; 
 No foes, no violence, I fear, 
 
 No fraud, while thou, my God, art near. 
 
 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, 
 When sinking deep in waves of wo, 
 Jesus, thy timely aid impart. 
 
 And raise my head, and cheer my hettrt. 
 
 5 O, let thy hand support me still, 
 And lead me to thy holy hill ! 
 
 Where toil, and grief, and pain, shall cease — 
 Where all is calm, and all is peace. 
 
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261. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 Haweis. 961* c. m-. Canterbury. 
 
 Lord, remember me. Luke xxiii. 4'2. 
 
 1 O THOU, from whom all goodness flows, 
 
 I hit my soul to thee ; 
 In all inv sorrows, conflicts, woes, 
 Good Lord, remember me. 
 
 2 When on my achin?, burden'd heart, 
 
 My sins lie heavily. 
 Thy pardon grant — new peace impart — 
 Good Lord, remember me. 
 ■'.• 
 
 3 When trials sore obstruct my way. 
 
 And ills I cannot flee, 
 O let my strength be as my day ; 
 Good Lord, remember me. 
 
 4 If, for thy sake, upon my Dame 
 
 Shame and reproach shall be, 
 All hail reproach, and welcome shame ! 
 Good Lord, remember me. 
 
 5 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, 
 
 This feeble body see ; 
 Grant patience, rest, and kind relief — 
 Good Lord, remember me. 
 
 6 When, in the solemn hour of death, 
 
 I wait thy just decree. 
 Be this the prayer of my last breath — 
 Good Lord, remember me. 
 
 7 And when before thy throne I stand, 
 
 And lift my soul to thee, 
 Than, witli the saints at thy right hand, 
 Good Lord remember me. 
 188 
 
AND GRACES. 262, 263. 
 
 Hart. Col. 963. s. m. Beverly. 
 
 The Christian encouraged. 
 
 1 GIVE to the winds thy fears- 
 
 Hope, and he undismay'd ; 
 God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears ; 
 He shall lift up thy head. 
 
 2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms, 
 
 He gently clears thy way ; 
 Wait thou his time, so shall this night 
 Soon .end in joyous day. 
 
 3 Leave tc bis sovereign sway 
 
 To choose and to command ; 
 So shall thou, wondering, own his way, 
 How wise, how strong his hand. 
 
 4 Far, far above thy thought 
 
 His counsel shall appear. 
 When fully he the Avork hath wrought 
 That caiised thy needless fear. 
 
 5 Thou seest our weakness. Lord — 
 
 Our hearts are known to thee ; 
 O, lift thou up the sinking hand, 
 Confirm the feeble knee. 
 
 6 Let us, in life, in death. 
 
 Thy steadfast truth declare ; 
 And publish, with our latest breath, 
 Thy love and guardian care. 
 
 Steele. 363. c. m. Swanwick. 
 
 Pleasures unseen. 2 Cor. iv. 18. 
 1 OH, could our thoughts and wishes fly, 
 Above these gloomv shades, 
 To those bright worlds beyond the sky 
 Which sorrow ne'er invades ! 
 
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264. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 2 There joys, unseen by mortal eyes, 
 
 Or reason's feeble ray, 
 In ever-hloominG: prospects rise, 
 Unconscious of decay. 
 
 3 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 sublimest wing, 
 
 Our ardent wishes rise 
 To those brisrht scenes where pleasures spring 
 Immortal In the skies. 
 
 Hart. S64. 8. Waterbury. 
 
 Faith conquering. Rom. i. 17. 
 
 1 THE moment a sinner believes 
 
 And trusts in his crucify'd Lord, 
 His pardon at once he receives — 
 
 Redemption in full through his blood. 
 'Tis faith that still leads us along, 
 
 And lives under pressure and load, 
 That makes us in weakness more strong. 
 
 And draws the soul upward to God. 
 
 2 It treads on the world, and on hell ; 
 
 It vanquishes death and despair ; 
 And, oh ! let us wonder to tell, 
 
 It wrestles and conquers by pray'r ; 
 Permits a vile worm of the dust 
 
 With God to commune as a friend — 
 To hope his forgiveness as just. 
 
 And look for his love to the end. 
 
 3 It says to the mountains, " Depart," 
 
 That stand between God and the soul ; 
 It binds up the broken in heart, 
 And mates wounded consciences whole ; 
 190 ^ 
 
"and graces. 265. 
 
 Bids sins of a crimson-like dye 
 
 Be spotless as snow, and as white ; 
 
 And raises the sinner on high, 
 To dwell with the angels'of light. 
 
 Steele. 36«l. c. m. Tolland. 
 
 Succor in spiritual conflicts. 
 
 1 ALAS, what hourly dangers rise ! 
 
 What snares beset my way ! 
 To heaven O let me lift mine eyes, 
 And hourly watch and pray. 
 
 2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, 
 
 And melt in flowing tears ! 
 My weak resistance, ah, how vain ! 
 How strong my foes and fears ! 
 
 3 O gracious God ! in whom I live, 
 
 My feeble efforts aid ; 
 Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, 
 Though trembling and afraid. 
 
 4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, 
 
 When foes and fears prevail ; 
 O bear my fainting spirits up, 
 Or soon my strength will fail. 
 
 6 Whene'er temptations fright my heart, 
 Or lure my feet aside, 
 My God, thy powerful aid impart. 
 My guardian and my guide. 
 
 6 O 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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266, 267. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 Robinson. ^60* 8. 7. Greenville. 
 
 Sitting at Jesus' feet. Luke vii. 48. 
 
 1 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, 
 
 Which before the cross I spend ! 
 Life, and health, and peace, possessing, 
 
 From the sinner's dyin^ Friend. 
 Love and grief my heart dividing, 
 
 With my tears his feet I'll bathe ; 
 Constant still in faith abiding — 
 
 Life deriving from his death. 
 
 2 Truly blessed is this station. 
 
 Low before his cross I'll lie, 
 While I see divine compassion 
 
 Floating in his languid e}'e. 
 Here I'll sit, forever viewing 
 
 Mercy streaming in his blood. 
 Precious drops ! my soul bedewing. 
 
 Plead and claim my peace with God. 
 
 Oliver. 967. 8. 7. 4. Oliphant. 
 
 God the pilgrim's guide and strength. 
 
 1 GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, 
 
 Pilgrim through the 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 now the crystal fountain 
 
 Whence the healing streams do flow; 
 Let the fiery, cloudy pillar 
 Lead me all my journey through. 
 
 Strong Deliv'rer ! 
 Be thou still my strength and shield. 
 192 
 
AND GRACES. 268, 269. 
 
 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan 
 Bid my anxious fears subside : 
 Bear me through the swelling current — 
 Land me safe on Canaan's side. 
 
 Songs of praises 
 I will ever give to thee. 
 
 Miller. 968. 7. Worthington. 
 
 Pilgrim. Mat. vii. 7. 
 1 PILGRIM, hurden'd with thy sin, 
 Haste to Zion's gate to-day; 
 There, till mercy let thee in,' 
 Knock, and weep, and watch, and pray. 
 
 8 Knock, for mercy lends an ear ; 
 
 Weep, she marks the sinner's sigh; 
 Watch, till heav'nly light appear; 
 Pray, she hears the mourner's cry. 
 
 3 Mourning pilgrim, what for thee 
 
 In this world can now remain? 
 Seek that world from which shall flee 
 Sorrow, shame, and tears, and pain. 
 
 4 Sorrow shall forever fly ; 
 
 Shame shall never enter there ; 
 Tears be wip'd from ev'ry eye ; 
 Pain in endless bliss expire. 
 
 Miller. S69. c. m. Stonington. 
 
 Fellowship. 
 1 OUR souls by love together knit, 
 Cemented, mix'd in one. 
 One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice — 
 
 'Tis neaven on earth begun ! 
 Our hearts have burn'd, while Jesus spake, 
 And glow'd with sacred fire. 
 
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269. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 He stoop'd, and talk'd. and fed, and bless'd, 
 And fill'd th' enlarg'd desire. 
 
 " A Saviour ! " let creation sing'. 
 " A Saviour! " let the heavens ring-. 
 'Tis God with us — we feel him ours ! 
 His fulness in our souls he pours. 
 'Tis almost done — His almost o'er; 
 We'll join with those who 've gone before ; 
 We soon shall reach the blissful shore, 
 Where we shall meet to part no more. 
 
 2 We're soldiers, fighting for our Grod. 
 
 Let trembling cowards fly : 
 We'll stand unshaken, firm, and fix'd, 
 
 With Christ to live and die. 
 Let devils rage, and hell assail, 
 
 We'll fight our passage through ; 
 Let foes unite, and friends desert, 
 
 We'll seize the crown in view. 
 
 3 The little cloud increases still ; 
 
 The heavens are big with rain ; 
 We wait to catch the teeming shower, 
 
 And all its moisture drain. 
 A rill, a stream, a torrent, flows : 
 
 But pour a mighty flood ; 
 O sweep the nations, shake the earth, 
 
 Till all proclaim thee God. 
 
 4 And when thou mak'st thy jewels up. 
 
 And set'st thy starry crown, 
 When all thy sparkling gems shall shine, 
 
 Proclaim'd by thee thine own — 
 May we, a little band of love, 
 
 We, sinners, sav'd by grace. 
 From glory unto glory chang'd, 
 
 Behold thee face to face. 
 194 
 
AND GRACES. 270, 271. 
 
 Dwight. Sf70, s. M. St. Thomas. 
 
 Love to the~church. Ps. cxxxvii. 6. 
 
 1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, 
 
 The house of thine abode, 
 The church our blest Redeemer sav'd 
 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 Beyond my highest joy 
 
 I prize her heav'nly ways — 
 Her sweet communion — solemn vows — 
 Her hymn of love and praise. 
 
 5 Jesus, thou friend divine, 
 
 Our Saviour and our King ! 
 Thy hand from ev'ry snare and foe 
 Shall great deliv'rance bring. 
 
 6 Sure as thy truth shall last, 
 
 To Zion shall be given 
 The brightest glories earth can yield, 
 And brighter bliss of heaven. 
 
 Newton. ^71. l. m. Church Street. 
 
 Deut. xxxiv. 1, 4. 
 
 1 AS when the the weary trav'ller gains 
 
 The height of some o'erlooking hill. 
 
 His heart revives, if, cross the plains, 
 
 He eyes his home, though distant still ; 
 
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272. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 2 Soj when the Christian pilgrim vieWs, 
 
 By faith, his mansion in the skies, 
 The sight his fainting strength renews, 
 And wings his speed to reach the prize. 
 
 3 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell 
 
 With Jesns in the realms of day : 
 
 Then I shall bid my cares farewell, 
 
 And he will wipe my tears away. 
 
 Steward, STSf. c. m. Woodstock. 
 
 Hoping, yet trembling. 
 
 1 MY soul would fain indulge a hope 
 
 To reach the heavenly shore ; 
 And when I drop this dying flesh 
 Then I shall sin no more. 
 
 2 I hope to hear, and join, the song 
 
 That saints and angels raise, 
 And, while eternal ages roll, 
 To sing eternal praise. 
 
 3 But O this dreadful heart of sin ! 
 
 It may deceive me still, 
 And, while I look for joys above, 
 May plunge me down'to hell. 
 
 4 The scene must then forever close — 
 
 Probation at an end ; 
 No gospel grace can reach me there, 
 No pardon there descend. 
 
 5 Come, then, O blessed Jesus, come ! 
 
 To me thy spirit give ; 
 Shine through a dark, benighted soul, 
 And bid a sinner live. 
 196 
 
AND GRACES. 273, 274. 
 
 Cowper. 973. 7.' Pleyel's Hymns. 
 
 " Lovest thou me ? " John xxi. 16. 
 
 1 HARK, mv soul, it is the Lord ! 
 'Tis my Saviour !— hear his word. 
 Jesus speaks, he speaks to thee : 
 
 " Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me 7 " 
 
 2 " I deliver'd thee when hound, 
 
 And, when bleeding, heal'd thy wound- 
 Sought thee wandering— set thee right — 
 "Turn'd thy darkness into light. • 
 
 3 Can a mother's tender care 
 Cease unto the child she hare ? 
 Yes, she may forgetful be, 
 Yet will I remember thee. 
 
 4 Mine is an unchanging love. 
 Higher than the heights above, 
 Deeper than the depths beneath, 
 Free and faithful, strong as death. 
 
 5 Thou shalt see my glory soon ; 
 When thy work of faith is done, 
 Partner of my throne shalt be : 
 Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me 7 " 
 
 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint 
 That my love is still so faint ; 
 Yet I love thee, and adore— 
 O for grace to love thee more. 
 
 Medley. S74. cm. Dundee. 
 
 Precious faith. 2 Pet. i. 1. 
 1 JESUS, my hope while here below, 
 My all in life and death, 
 Thou only canst on me bestow 
 The gift of precious faith. 
 
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275. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 2 All that I need thou hast to give, 
 
 For so thy promise saith ; 
 Then grant me, Lord, on thee to live 
 A life of precious faith. 
 
 3 Though fears and snares, by day and night, 
 
 Still wait around my path, 
 Lord, give me skill and strength to fight 
 The fight of precious faith. 
 
 4 Help me to know and love thy word, 
 
 And live upon thy truth ; 
 And let each precious promise. Lord, 
 Be mine by precious faith. 
 
 5 Nor shall I be by thee forgot 
 
 When I yield up my breath ; 
 Then shall it be my happy lot 
 To die in precious faith. 
 
 6 And when in glory I appear, 
 
 Triumphant over death. 
 Then shall I, Lord, forever, there. 
 Bless thee for precious faith. 
 
 Stennett. 27^5, c. m. Colchester. 
 
 Without love I am nothing. 1 Cor. xiii. 1 — 3. . 
 
 1 DID I possess the gift of tongues, 
 
 Great God, without thy grace. 
 My loudest words, my loftiest songs, 
 Would be but sounding brass. 
 
 2 Though thou shouldst give me heav'nly skill 
 
 Each mvst'ry to explam. 
 Had I no heart to do thy will 
 My knowledge would be vain. 
 
 3 Had I so strong a faith, my God, 
 
 As mountains to remove, 
 198 
 
AND GRACES. 276. 
 
 No faith could do me real good 
 That did not work by love. 
 
 4 Oh, grant me then this one request, 
 And I'll he satisfied, 
 That love divine may rule my breast, 
 And all my actions guide. 
 
 Cowper. 27G, c. m. Arlington. 
 
 Communion with God. Gen. v. 24. 
 
 1 d FOR a closer walk with God, 
 
 A calm and heav'nly 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, and his word? 
 
 3 What peaceful hours 1 once enjoy'd ! 
 
 How sweet their mem'ry still ! 
 But they have left an aching void 
 The world can never fill. 
 
 4 Return, O holy Dove, return 
 
 Sweet messenger of rest ; 
 I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
 And drove thee from my breast. 
 
 5 The dearest idol I have known, 
 
 Whate'er that idol be. 
 Help me to tear it from thy throne. 
 And worship only thee. 
 
 6 So shall my walk be close with God- 
 
 Calm and serene my frame : 
 So purer light shall mark the road 
 That leads me to the Lamb. 
 
 199 
 
277,278. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 Medley. 277. l. m. Uxbridge. 
 
 I give myself unto prayer. Ps. cix. 4. 
 
 1 JESUS, my pattern and my guide, 
 Let me at thy dear feet abide, 
 And on thee cast my ev'ry care. 
 And daily give myself to prayer. 
 
 2 While I'm a sojourner below, 
 Where, dearest Lord, where can I go, 
 But to thy throne, and worship there. 
 And daily give myself to prayer '? 
 
 3 Yes, at thy footstool. Lord, I'll wait. 
 And tell thee all my mournful stale ; 
 My sins, and wants', and fears declare, 
 And daily give myself to prayer, 
 
 4 Though Satan rages at my soul. 
 And ihund'ring tempests o'er me roll, 
 To seek thee. Lord, I can't forbear, 
 But still I give myself to prayer. 
 
 5 Still, in the strength of sovereign grace, 
 I'll wait and seek my Saviour's face ; 
 Soon I a glorious crown shall share — 
 Till then I'll give myself to prayer. 
 
 Newton. 378. 7. 6. Miss. Hymn. 
 
 Confidence in God. Mai. iv. 2. 
 1 SOMETIMES a light surprises 
 The Christian while he sings. 
 It is the Sun that rises 
 
 With healing in his Avings. 
 When comforts are declining, 
 
 He grants the soul again 
 A season of clear shining 
 To cheer it after rain. 
 200 
 
AND GRACES. 279. 
 
 2 In holy contemplation 
 
 We sweetly then pursue 
 The theme oi' God's salvation, 
 
 And find it ever new: 
 Set free from present sorrow, 
 
 We cheerfully can say 
 Let the unknown to-morrow 
 
 Bring with it what it may. 
 
 3 It can bring with it nothing, 
 
 But he will bear us through ; 
 Who gives the lilies clothing, 
 
 Will clothe his people too. 
 Beneath the spreading heavens 
 
 No creature but is fed ; 
 And he who feeds the ravens 
 
 Will give his children bread, 
 
 4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither 
 
 Their wonted fruit should bear, 
 Though all the fields should wither, 
 
 Nor flocks nor herds be there ; 
 Yet God the same abiding, 
 
 His praise shall tune my voice, 
 For while in him confiding 
 
 I cannot but rejoice. 
 
 Montgomery. S79. 7. Eddyfield. 
 
 The mountains. 
 
 1 WHEN, on Sinai's top, I see 
 God descend in majesty, 
 
 To proclaim his holy law, 
 All my spirit sinks with awe. 
 
 2 When, in ccstacy sublime, 
 Tabor's glorious height I climb, 
 In the too transporting light 
 Darkness rushes o'er mv sight. 
 
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280. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 3 When on Calvary I rest, 
 God, in flesh made manifest, 
 Shines in my Redeemer's face, 
 Full ot beauty, truth, and grace. 
 
 4 Here I would forever stay — 
 Weep and gaze my soul away ; 
 Thou art heav'ii and earth to me. 
 Lovely, mournful Calvary. 
 
 Toplady. S80, s. m. Olmutz. 
 
 Trembling saints. 
 
 1 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, 
 
 Down from the willows take ; 
 Loud to the praise of love divine 
 Bid every string awake. 
 
 2 Though in a foreign land, 
 
 We are not far from home ; 
 And nearer to our house above 
 We every moment come. 
 
 3 His grace will to the end 
 
 Stronger and brighter shine ; 
 Nor present things, nor things to come, 
 Shall quench the love divine. 
 
 4 Fasten'd within the vail, 
 
 Hope be our anchor strong — 
 
 His loving Spirit the sweet gale 
 
 That wafts us smooth along. 
 
 5 The people of his choice , 
 
 He will not cast away ; 
 Yet do not always here expect 
 On Tabor's mount to stay. 
 
 6 Tlie time of love will come; 
 
 Then we shall clearly see, 
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AND GRACES. 281, 282. 
 
 Not only that he shed his blood, 
 But each shall say, " for me." 
 
 Z. Hymns. 381. c. m. Litchfield. 
 
 Backslider praying for pardon. Luke xxii. 61. 
 . 1 DEAR Lord, I see in Peter's case 
 So much that's like my ovm, 
 That I, without thy look of grace, 
 For ever am undone. 
 
 2 But, O, to Peter thou didst turn, 
 
 And on him kindly look ! 
 Then he before the Lord did mourn, 
 And then his heart was broke. 
 
 3 Lord, from the love thou didst display 
 
 In setting Peter free, 
 I am encoiiraged now to pray, 
 O turn and look on me. 
 
 4 Nothing but one kind look of thine 
 
 Can heal or set me free : 
 
 bless me with this beam divine. 
 And turn and look on me. 
 
 5 Then, while below, and when above. 
 
 This my sweet song shall be, 
 " Praise, 6 my soul, his name, his love, 
 Who turn'd and look'd on thee." 
 
 Swain. 98^. 8. Heavenly Home. 
 
 The Father's call. 
 
 1 BRETHREN, while we sojourn here, 
 Fight we must, hut should not fear 
 Foes we have, but we've a friend, 
 One that loves us to the end. 
 Forward, then, with courage go — 
 Long we shall not dwell below ; 
 
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283. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 Soon the joyful news will come, 
 
 " Child, your Father calls, come home." 
 
 2 In our way a thousand snares 
 Lie to take us unawares ; 
 Satan, with malicious art, 
 Watches each unguarded heart : 
 But, from Satan's malice free. 
 Saints shall soon in glory be ; 
 Soon the joyful news will come, 
 
 " Child, 5'our Father calls, come home," 
 
 3 But, of all the foes we meet, 
 None so oft mislead our feet, 
 None betray us into sin, 
 
 Like the foes that dwell withm. 
 Yet let nothing spoil your peace — 
 Christ shall also conquer these ; 
 Then the joyful news will come, 
 'Child, your Father calls, come home," 
 
 Miller. 983. 11. 5. 11. Home. 
 
 The saint's sweet home. 
 
 1 '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 ! 
 
 Receive me, dear Saviour, in glory^ my home 
 
 2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace ! 
 And thrice-precious Jesus, whose love cannot 
 
 cease ! 
 Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, 
 I long to behold thee in glory, at home. 
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284. AND GRACES. 
 
 3 I sigh from this body of sin to he free, 
 
 Which hinders my joy and communion with thee; 
 Though now my "temptations like billows may 
 
 foam, 
 All, all, will be peace, when I'm wuth thee at 
 
 home. 
 
 4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, 
 
 give me submission and strength as my day ; 
 In all my afflictions to thee would I come, 
 Rejoicing- in hope of my glorious home. 
 
 5 Whate'er thou deniest, O, give me thy grace, — 
 The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face ; 
 Indulge me with patience to wait at thy throne, 
 And find even now a sweet foretaste of home. 
 
 6 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to shme. 
 No more as an exile, in sorrow to pine, 
 And, in thy dear image, arise from the tomb, 
 With glorified millions to praise thee at home. 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sioeet home ! 
 
 Receive me, dear Saviour, in glory, my home. 
 
 Z. SoDgster. 984. 11. 5. 11. Home,. 
 
 Sweet home. 
 
 1 AN alien from God, and a stranger to grace, 
 
 1 wander'd through earth its gay pleasures to 
 
 trace ; 
 . In the pathway of sin I continued to roam, 
 Unmindful, alas ! that it led me from home. 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home ! 
 
 O Saviour t direct me to heaven, my home. 
 
 2 The pleasures of earth I have seen fade away — 
 They bloom for a season, but soon they decay ; 
 
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284. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 But pleasures more lasting in Jesus are s^iven, — 
 Salvation on earth, and a mansion in heaven. 
 
 ffomr., home, sweet, sweet home ! 
 
 The i:idints in those m,ansions are ever at futme. 
 
 3 Allure me no longer, ye false glowmg charms I 
 The Saviour invites me — I'll go to his arms. 
 At the banquet of mercy I hear there is room ; 
 
 there may I feast with his children at home ! 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home ! 
 
 O Jesus, conduct me to heaven, my home. 
 
 4 Farewell, vain amusements — my lollies, adieu ; 
 While Jesus, and heaven, and glory I view, 
 
 1 feasi ca the pleasures that flow from his 
 
 throne, — 
 The foretaste of heaven, sweet heaven, my home. 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home ! 
 
 O when shall I share the fruition of home? 
 
 5 The days of my exile are passing away ; 
 The time is approaching when Jesus will say, 
 
 " Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my 
 
 throne. 
 And dwell in my presence, forever at home." 
 
 Home, home, sxoeet, sweet home ! 
 
 O there I shall rest with the Saviour, at home 
 
 6 Affliction, and sorrow, and death, shall be o'er; 
 The saints shall unite to he parted no more. 
 There loud hallelujah's fill heav'ns high dome ; 
 They dwell with the Saviour forever at home. 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sioeet home! 
 Tliey dwell with the Saviour, forever at ham€. 
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AND GRACES. 2S5, "286. 
 
 G. F. L. 285. Cambridge. 
 
 Home. 
 
 1 SWEET to rejoice in lively hope, 
 
 That, when my change shall come, 
 Angels shall hover around my bed, 
 And waft mj' spirit home. 
 
 2 Home in the skies, where sin and death 
 
 Shall never find a place ; 
 
 Home, where, to all eternity, 
 
 I'll sing redeeming grace. 
 
 3 Home, where the saints and angels dwell. 
 
 And strike their harps aloud ; 
 Home, where my great Redeemer reigns. 
 My Saviour and my God. 
 
 4 Home, where, when time shall be no more, 
 
 While endless ages roll, 
 Growing, expanding, praising still, 
 Shall live the undying soul. 
 
 5 O ! blessed, cheering, thrilling hope 
 
 While friendless bere I roam ! 
 Welcome, stern Death ! for thou wilt prove 
 The passport to my Home. 
 
 Stennett. 980. cm. Pisgah. 
 
 Viewing the promised land. Deut. xxxi. 1. 
 
 1 ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand. 
 
 And cast a wishful eye 
 To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
 Where my possessions lie. 
 
 2 O, the transporting, rapturous scene, 
 
 That rises on my sight ! 
 Sweet fields array'd in living green, 
 And rivers of delight ! 
 
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287. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 3 O'er all those wide-extended plains 
 
 Shines one eternal day ; 
 There God the Sun for ever reigns, 
 And scatters night away. 
 
 4 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath, 
 
 Can reach that healthful shore ; 
 Sickness and sorrow, pain and death. 
 Are felt and fear'd no more. 
 
 5 When shall I reach that happy place, 
 
 And be forever blest ? 
 When shall I see my Father's face, 
 And in his bosom rest ? 
 
 6 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd soul 
 
 Can here no longer stay ; 
 Though Jordan's waves around me roll. 
 Fearless I'll launch away. 
 
 Eckington. SST* cm. Woodstock. 
 
 Heavenly Jerusalem. Rev. xri. 10 — 12. 
 
 1 JERUSALEM, my happy home, 
 
 O how I long for thee ! 
 When will my sorrows have an end ? 
 Thy joys when shall I see ? 
 
 2 Thy walls are all of precious stone, 
 
 IMlost glorious to behold ; 
 Thy gates are richly set with pearl ; 
 Thy streets are pav'd with gold. 
 
 3 Thy gardens and thy pleasant walks 
 
 My study long have been ; 
 Such dazzling views by human sight 
 Have never yet been seen. 
 
 4 If heaven be thus glorious, Lord, 
 
 Why should I stay from thence ? 
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AND GRACES. 288. 
 
 What folly 's this, that I should dread 
 To die and go from hence ? 
 
 5 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace, 
 
 And cause me to ascend 
 Where congregations ne'er break up, 
 And sabbaths never end. 
 
 6 Jesus, my Lord, to glory 's gone — 
 
 Him vri\\ I go and see ; 
 And all my brethren here below 
 Will soon come after me. 
 
 7 My friends, I bid you all adieu — 
 
 I leave you in God's care ; 
 
 And if I never more see you, 
 
 Go on, I'll meet you there. 
 
 8 When we've been there ten thousand years, 
 
 Bright shining as the sun, 
 We've no less days to sing God's praise 
 Than when we first begun. 
 
 Newton. 988. 8. 7. Greenville. 
 
 Prayer for a revival. 
 
 1 SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation ! 
 
 Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain ! 
 All will come to desolation 
 Unless thou return again. 
 
 Lord, revive us — Lord, revive us ; 
 All OUT help must come from thee. 
 
 2 Keep no longer at a distance ; 
 
 Shine upon us from on high'; 
 Lest, for want of thine assistance, 
 Ev'ry plant should droop and die. 
 
 3 Surely, once thy garden flourish'd. 
 
 Ev'ry part look'd gay and green. 
 
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289. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 Then thy word our spirits nourish'd ; 
 Happy seasons we have seen ! 
 
 4 But a drought has since succeeded, 
 
 And a sad decline we see ; 
 Lord, thy help is greatly needed : 
 Help can only come from thee. 
 
 5 Let our mutual love be fervent ; 
 
 Make us prevalent in prayers ; 
 Let each one esteem'd thy servant 
 Shun the world's bewitching snares. 
 
 6 Break the tempter's fatal power ; 
 
 Turn the stony heart to flesh ; 
 And begin from this good hour 
 To revive thy work afresh. 
 
 Lyre. 389 • l. m. Hamburg. 
 
 Closet hymn. Mat. vi. 5. 
 
 1 WHEN, O my Saviour, shall this heart 
 
 So feel the influence of thy grace. 
 That from thy cross 'twill ne'er depart, 
 But live around that hallow'd place ? 
 
 2 The brightest scenes of earth are dim 
 
 If Jesus be not with me there ; 
 All worldly joys, compar'd with him, 
 Seem vain as fleeting shadows are. 
 
 3 O could I live beneath his smile. 
 
 And lean upon his sacred breast, 
 No fond allurement should beguile 
 A heart so privileged, so blest. 
 
 4 Come then, my Saviour, and constrain 
 
 This wayward soul, nor let it rove : 
 Recall me to thine arms again, > 
 
 And bind me there with cords of love. 
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'S^ 
 
 AND GRACES. 290, 291. 
 
 Uer. S9®. 5. 11. New Haven. 
 
 Crucifixion to the world. 
 
 1 O TELL me no more 
 
 Of this world's vain store ! 
 The time for such trifles with me now is o'er, 
 
 2 A country I've found 
 Where true joys abound ; 
 
 To dwell I'm determin'd on that happy ground. 
 
 3 Th"e souls that believe 
 In paradise live ; 
 
 And me in that number will Jesus receive. 
 
 4 'My soul, don't delay — 
 He calls thee away ; 
 Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day. 
 
 5 No mortal doth know 
 What he can bestow — 
 
 What light, strength, and comfort : go after him, go. 
 
 6 And when I'm to die, 
 
 " Receive me," I'll cry : 
 For Jesus hath lov'd me — I cannot say why. 
 
 Tiebout's Col. S91 . 7. 6. Miss. Hymn. 
 
 Longing for heaven. 
 
 1 O WHEN shall I see Jesus, 
 
 And reign with him above, 
 And from that flowing fountam 
 
 Drink everlasting love ? 
 When shall I be deliver'd 
 
 From this vain world of sin, 
 And with my blessed Jesus 
 
 Drink endless pleasures in ? 
 
 2 But now I am a soldier ; 
 
 My Captain 's gone before ; 
 
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i^92. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 He 's given me my orders, 
 
 And hid me not give o'er ! 
 His faithful word has promis'd 
 
 A righteous crown to give ; 
 And all his valiant soldiers 
 
 Eternal life shall have. 
 
 3 Througli grace, I am determin'd 
 
 To conquer, though I die, 
 And then away to Jesus 
 
 On wings of love to fly. 
 Farewell to sin and sorrow — 
 
 I bid you all adieu ; 
 And O, my friends, prove faithful, 
 
 And on your way pursue. 
 
 4 And if you meet with troubles 
 
 And trials on your way. 
 Then cast your care on Jesus, 
 
 And don't forget to pray. 
 Gird on the heav'nly armor 
 
 Of faith, and hope, and love ; 
 Then, when the combat's ended, 
 He'll carry you above. 
 i. 
 Toplady. 292, c. m. Brattle Street. 
 
 Affliction sweetened. Ps. civ. 34. 
 
 1 WHEN languor and disease invade 
 
 This trembling house of clay, 
 'Tis sweet to look beyond my pains, 
 And long to fly away. 
 
 2 Sweet to look mward and attend 
 
 The wluspers of his love ; 
 Sweet to looK upward to the place 
 Where Jesus pleads above. 
 212 
 
AND GRACES. 293. 
 
 3 Sweet to look back, and see my name 
 
 In life's fair book set down ; 
 Sweet to look forward, and behold 
 Eternal joys my own. 
 
 4 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest 
 
 Whose love can never end ; 
 Sweet on his covenant of grace 
 For all things to depend. 
 
 5 Sweet, in the confidence of faith, 
 
 To" trust his firm decrees ; 
 Sweet to lie passive in his hands, 
 And know no will but his. 
 
 6 If such the sweetness of the streams, 
 
 What must the fountain be. 
 Where saints and angels draw their bliss 
 Immediately from thee ! 
 
 Toplady. 393. c. m. Dedham 
 
 A lively hope. 1 Pet. i. 3. 
 
 1 SWEET to rejoice in livelv hope 
 
 That, when my change shall come. 
 Angels will hover round my bed, 
 And waft my spirit home. 
 
 2 Then shall my disembodied soul 
 
 View Jesus and adore ; 
 Be vdih. his likeness satisfied, 
 And grieve and sin no more ; 
 
 3 Shall see him wear that very flesh 
 
 On which my guilt was lain — 
 His love intense, his merit fresh. 
 As though but newly slain. 
 
 4 Soon too my slumbering dust shall hear 
 
 The trumpet's awful sound, 
 
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294. CHRISTIAN CHARACTEA 
 
 And, by my Saviour's power rebuilt, 
 At his right hand be found. 
 
 5 If such the views which grace unfolds. 
 
 Weak as it is below, 
 What raptures must the church above 
 In Jesus' presence know ! 
 
 6 O may the unction of these truths 
 
 Forever with me stay, 
 Till, from her sinful cage dismlss'cJ, 
 My spirit flies away. 
 
 Fawcett. S94* cm. Clarenaon. 
 
 One thing needful. Luke x. 42. 
 
 1 RELIGION is the chief concern 
 
 Of mortals here below; 
 May I its great importance learn, 
 Its sov'reign virtue know ! 
 
 2 More needful this than glitt'ring wealth, 
 
 Or aught the world bestows : 
 Nor reputation, food, or health. 
 Can give us such repose. 
 
 3 Religion should our thoughts engage 
 
 Amidst our youthful bloom ; 
 'Twill fit us for declining age, 
 And for the awful tomb. 
 
 4 O may my heart, by grace renew'd. 
 
 Be my Redeemer's throne ; 
 And be my stubborn will subdu'd ^ 
 His government to own. 
 
 5 Let deep repentance, faith, and love. 
 
 Be join'd with godly fear ; 
 And all my conversation prove 
 My heart to be sincere. 
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AND GRACES. 295,296. 
 
 Kelly. S05. CM. Wareham. 
 
 Feeble saints encouraged. Amos vii. 2. 
 
 1 BY whom shall Jacob now arise 7 
 
 For Jacob's friends are few — 
 And, what should fill us with surprise, 
 They seem divided, too. 
 
 2 By whom shall Jacob now arise ? 
 
 For Jacob's foes are strong: 
 I read their triumph in their eyes— 
 They think he'll fall ere long. 
 
 3 By whom shall Jacob now arise ? 
 
 Can anv tell by whom 7 
 Say, shall' this branch that wither'd lies 
 Again revive and bloom 7 
 
 4 Lord, thou canst tell— the work is thine, 
 
 The help of man is vain : 
 
 On Jacob now arise and shine, 
 
 And he shall live again. 
 
 Swain. S96. c. m. Barba. 
 
 Christian love. 
 
 1 HOW sweet, how heav'nly, is the sight, 
 
 When those who love the Lord 
 In one another's peace delight, 
 And so fulfil his word ! 
 
 2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, 
 
 And v/ith him bear a part ! 
 When sorrows flow from eye to eye, 
 And joy from heart to heart ! 
 
 3 When, free from envy, scorn and pride, 
 
 Our wishes all above, 
 Each can his brother's failings hide, 
 And show a brother's love ! 
 
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297, 298. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 4 Let love, in one delightful stream, 
 
 Through ev'ry bosom flow, 
 And union sweet, and dear esteem, 
 In ev'ry action glow. 
 
 5 Love is the golden chain that bmds 
 
 The happy souls above ; 
 And he 's an heir of heaven who finds 
 His bosom glow with love. 
 
 E.B. L. S97. 7. Edgefield. 
 
 Triumph in God. 
 
 1 HEAVENLY Father, hear my call ; 
 Low before thy throne I fall. 
 
 Let my prayers to thee ascend, 
 Through my interceding friend. 
 
 2 Never did I cry to thee 
 
 That thou didst not answer me ; 
 In my trouble thou wast near, 
 Strong to succor, swift to hear. 
 
 3 Rivers may their bounds o'erflow, 
 Flames may like a furnace glow — 
 Through the floods, and in The flame, 
 I will triumph in thy name. 
 
 4 When my trials here are past, 
 
 I shall dwell with thee at last — 
 
 In the bliss of heaven shall share, 
 
 And praise the Lamb that brought me there. 
 
 Judkin. S98. L. M. Limehouse. 
 
 Resignation difficult. 
 1 'TIS hard, when we are sick and poor, 
 And they who lov'd us love no more — 
 When riches, friends, and health are gone, 
 To sav, " O Lord ! thy will bo done." 
 216 
 
AND GRACES. 299. 
 
 2 'Tis hard, when chey in death are laid 
 
 O'er whom we watch'd, and wept, and pray'd 
 The wife— the parent— sister — son, 
 To say, " O Lord ! thy will be done." 
 
 3 'Tis hard, when in our soul's distress, 
 All, all around is wilderness, 
 
 And herb and quick'ning stream are none, 
 To say, " O Lord ! thy will be done." 
 
 4 And yet how light such sorrows be 
 To his, in dark Gethsemane, 
 
 Who drank the cup with stifled groan, 
 And said, " O Lord ! thy will be done !" 
 
 A. Z. Adams. 399. l. m. Portugal. 
 
 Desire to be with Christ. 
 
 1 JESUS, great Sovereign of the skies, 
 
 Whose precious blood for man was spilt. 
 Who bore death's pains and agonies, 
 Atoning for a world in guilt — 
 
 2 When shall I burst these abject chains 
 
 That bind my soul to scenes of woe. 
 And flee where Christ the Saviour reigns, 
 Where streams of healing richness flow? 
 
 3 0, how my spirit pants to soar, 
 
 And win the Christian's holy race ! 
 To be where sorrows sting no more, 
 And view my Maker face to face ! 
 
 4 Yes, fain my soul would wing its way 
 
 To realms beyond the eagle's sight, 
 'Mid scenes of an eternal day, 
 Unknown to time's resistless flight. 
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300,301. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 New Se.ec. 300. 8. Pil. Farewell. 
 
 The farewell. 
 
 1 FAREWELL, dear friends, I must be gone — 
 
 I have no home, or stay with you ; 
 I'll take my staff and travel on 
 Till I a better world do view. 
 
 I'll march to CanaarVs land, 
 ni land on Canaan's shore, 
 
 Where pleasures never end, 
 Where troubles come no more. 
 
 Farewell, farewell, farewell — 
 
 My loving friends, farewell. 
 
 2 Fare'voll, my friends ! — time rolls along;, 
 
 Nor waits for mortals' care or bliss ; 
 I leave you here, and travel on 
 Till I arrive where Jesus is. 
 
 3 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord ! 
 
 To you I'm bound in cords of love ; 
 Yet we believe his gracious Avord 
 That soon we all shall meet above. 
 
 4 Farewell, old soldiers of the cross ! 
 
 You've struggled long and hard for heaven ; 
 You've counted all things here but dross ; 
 Fight on — the crown shall soon be given. 
 
 5 Farewell, poor careless sinners, too ! 
 
 It grieves my heart to leave you here. 
 Eternal vengeance waits for you. 
 O turn, and find salvation near. 
 
 Lyre. 301. 8.7. Greenville. 
 
 Pilgrimage. 
 1 GENTLY, Lord, O gently lead us 
 Through this lowlv vale of tears, 
 218 
 
AND GRACES. 302. 
 
 And, O Lord, in mercy give us 
 » Thy rich grace in all our fears. 
 O refresh us, 
 O refresh us, with thy grace. 
 
 2 Though ten thousand ills beset us 
 
 From without and from within, 
 Jesus says he'll ne'er forget us, 
 But Avill save from every sin. 
 
 Therefore praise him — 
 Praise the great Redeemer's name. 
 
 3 Though distresses now attend thee, 
 
 And thou tread'st the thorny road, 
 
 His right hand shall still defend thee — 
 
 Soon he'll bring thee home to God ! 
 
 Therefore praise him — 
 Praise the great Redeemer's name. 
 
 4 O, that I could now adore him 
 
 Like the heavenly host above. 
 Who forever bow before him, 
 And unceasing sing his love ! 
 
 Happy songsters ! 
 When shall I your chorus join ? 
 
 Sigourney. 303. l. m. Eaton. 
 
 Reliance on God. Deut. xxxiii. 25. 
 
 1 WHEN adverse winds and waves arise, 
 And in my heart desponding sighs — 
 When life her throngs of cares reveals, 
 And weakness o'er my spirit steals — 
 Grateful I hear the kind decree 
 
 That " as my day, my strength shall be." 
 
 2 When with sad footsteps memory roves 
 O'er smitten joys, and buried loves — 
 
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303. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 When low in tearful grief I bend, 
 Without a comforter or friend — 
 Then to thy pnromise,' Lord, I flee, 
 That, " as my day, my strength shall be." 
 
 3 One trial more must yet be past — 
 One pang, the keenest, and the last ; 
 And when, convulsed with mortal pain, 
 Struggling, I seek for ease in vain. 
 Redeemer, grant my soul to see 
 That " as her day, ner strength shall be." 
 
 A. Sutton. 303. c. M. 
 
 The Christian's hope. 
 
 1 HAIL ! sweetest, dearest tie that binds 
 
 Our glowing hearts in one ! 
 Hail ! sacred hope that tunes our minds 
 To harmony divine ! 
 
 It is the hope, the blissful hope, 
 
 Which Jesus' grace hxis given — 
 The hope when days and years are past 
 
 We all shall meet in heaven. 
 We all shall meet in heaven at last — 
 
 We all shall meet in heaven : 
 The hope when days and years are past 
 
 We all shall meet in heaven. 
 
 2 What though the northern wintry blast 
 
 Shall howl around thy cot ? 
 What though beneath an eastern sun 
 Be cast oui distant lot? 
 
 Yet still we share the blissful hope 
 Which Jesus' grace has given, <^c. 
 
 3 From Burmah's shores, from Afric's strand, 
 
 From India's burning plain, 
 220 
 
AND GRACES. 304. 
 
 From Europe, from Columbia's land, 
 We hope to meet again. 
 It is the hope, the blissful hope, 
 
 Which Jesus' grace has'given, (f-c. 
 4 No lingering look, no parting sigh, 
 Our future meeting Knows ; 
 There friendship beams from every eye, 
 And hope immortal grows. 
 
 O sacred hope ! O blissful hope ! 
 Which Jesus' grace has given, <^c. 
 
 Collyer. 304. l. m. Hebron 
 
 The wanderer. Jer. xxxi. 20. 
 
 1 RETCRN, O wanderer, return. 
 
 And seek an injur'd Father's face ! 
 
 Those warm desires that in thee bum 
 
 Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 
 
 2 Return, O wanderer, return, 
 
 And seek a Father's melting heart ! 
 His pitying eyes thy grief discern ; 
 
 His hand shall heal thine inward smart. 
 
 3 Return, O wanderer, return ! 
 
 He heard thy deep, repentant sigh ; 
 He heard thy soften'd spirit mourn 
 When no intruding ear was nigh. 
 
 4 Return, O wanderer, return ! 
 
 Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live ; 
 Go to his bleeding feet, and learn 
 How freely Jesus can forgive. 
 
 5 Return, O wanderer, return. 
 
 And cast away thy slavish fear 
 'Tis God who says, " No longer mourn ;" 
 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. 
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305, 306. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 6 Return, O wanderer, return ! 
 
 Regain thy lost, lamented rest ; 
 Jehovah's melting howels yearn 
 To clasp his Ephraim tohis breast. 
 
 Meth. Col. 30£F. c. M. Liverpool. 
 
 Nearness to God. 
 
 1 O COULD I find, from day to day, 
 
 A nearness to my God, 
 Then should my hours glide sweet away, 
 And live upon thy word. 
 
 2 Lord, I desire with thee to live 
 
 Anew from day to day, 
 In joys the world can never give, 
 Nor ever take away. • 
 
 3 O Jesus, come and rule my heart, 
 
 And I'll be wholly thine ; 
 
 And never, never more depart, 
 
 For thou art wholly mine. 
 
 4 Thus, till my last expiring breath, 
 
 Thy goodness I'll adore ; 
 And when my flesh dissolves in death 
 My soul shall love thee more. 
 
 Z. Hymns. 306* c. m. Christmas. 
 
 Doubting. Job. xxiii. 3. 
 
 1 O THAT I knew it were the case 
 
 My soul was born of God, 
 And find myself among that race 
 Wafeh'd in a Saviour's blood ! 
 
 2 The time has been I thought I knew 
 
 The bless'd Redeemer's voice ; 
 I thought I lost my burden, too, 
 And felt my heart rejoice. 
 222 
 
Ax\D GRACES. 307, 308 
 
 3 I thought my will was then resign'd 
 
 To the Redeemer's ways, 
 And felt mv inmost soul mclin'd 
 To tell the world his grace. 
 
 4 But O ! too soon the scene was turn"d ; 
 
 I lost the pleasing view ; 
 I lost that sweetness once I found- 
 Lost earthly pleasures too. 
 
 5 O Jesus, wilt thou now appear 
 
 With thine almighty arm ; 
 These clouds expel, my standing cleai, 
 And show me what I am. 
 
 J. B. W. 307. 11. 10. 
 
 Invitation to the mercy-seat. 
 
 1 COME, ye disconsolate, wherever ye languish, 
 
 Come, at the mercy-seat fervently kneel ; 
 Here hring your wounded hearts, here tell your 
 anguish — 
 Earth has no sorrows that Heav'n cannot heal. 
 
 2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying, 
 
 Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure,— 
 Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saymg, 
 Earth has no sorrows that Heav'n cannot cure. 
 
 3 Here see the tree of life— see waters flowing 
 
 Forth from the throne of God, pure from above ; 
 Come to the mercy-seat— come, ever knowmg 
 Earth has no sorrows but Heav'n can remove. 
 
 Watts. 308. CM. Meriden, 
 
 Tlie hope of heaven our support. 
 1 WHEN I can read my title clear 
 To mansions in the skies, 
 
 223 
 
309. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 
 
 And hellish darts be nurl'd, 
 
 Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 3 Let cares, like a wild delus^e, come, 
 
 And storms of sorrow fall ; 
 May I but safely reach my home, 
 My God, my neav'n, my all. 
 
 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul 
 
 In seas of heav'nly rest ; 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 Across my peaceful breast. 
 
 Hammond. 300. s. m. 
 
 Song of Moses and the Lamb. Rev. xv. 3 
 
 1 AWAKE, and sing the song 
 Of Moses and the Lamb ; 
 
 Wake, ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue, 
 To praise the Saviour's name. 
 
 2 Sing of his dying love ; 
 Sing of his rising pow'r; 
 
 Sing how he intercedes above, 
 For those whose sins he bore. 
 
 3 Sing, till we feel our heart 
 Ascending with our tongue ; 
 
 Sing, till the love of sin depart, 
 And grace inspire our song. 
 
 4 Sing on your heav'nly way. 
 Ye ransom'd sinners, sing ; 
 
 Siug on, rejoicing every day 
 In Christ, th' eternal King. 
 224 
 
AND GRACES. 310. 
 
 5 Soon shall we hear him say, 
 " Ye blessed children come ;" 
 
 Soon will he call us hence away, 
 And take his wand'rers home. 
 
 6 Soon shall our raptur'd tongue 
 His endless praise proclaim, 
 
 And sweeter voices tune the song 
 Of Moses and the Lamb. 
 
 Fawcett. 310. s. m. Seir. 
 
 Love to the brethren. 
 
 1 BLEST be the tie that binds 
 
 Our hearts in Christian love ! 
 The fellowship of kindred minds 
 Is like to that above.' 
 
 2 Before our Father's throne 
 
 We pour our ardent prayers ; 
 Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one — 
 Our comforts and our cares. 
 
 3 We share our mutual woes, 
 
 Our mutual burdens bear ; 
 And often for each other flows 
 The sympathizing tear. 
 
 4 When we are call'd to part, 
 
 It gives us mutual pain : 
 But we shall still be join'd in heart, 
 And hope to meet again. 
 
 5 This glorious hope revives 
 
 Our coura.^e by the way ; 
 While each in expectation lives, 
 And longs to see the day. 
 
 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 
 
 From sin. we shall be free ; 
 • 15 225 
 
311,312. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER 
 
 And perfect love and friendship reign 
 To all eternity. 
 
 Barbauld. 311. l. m. Old Hundred. 
 
 Christian fellowship. 
 
 1 HOW blest the sacred lie, that hinds 
 In sweet communion kindred minds ! 
 How swift the heavenly course they run 
 Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are one ! 
 
 2 To each, the soul of each how dear ! 
 What tender love ! — what holy fear ! 
 How does the generous flame within 
 Refine from earth, aud cleanse from sin ! 
 
 3 Their streaming eyes together flow 
 For human guilt, and human wo ! 
 Their ardent prayers together rise, 
 Like mingling flames in sacrifice. 
 
 4 Togejther oft they seek the place 
 Where God reveals his smiling face : 
 How high, how stron? their raptures swell 
 There's none but kindred souls can tell. 
 
 5 Nor shall the glowing flame expire, 
 When dimly bums frail nature's fire : 
 Then shall they meet, in realms above, 
 A heaven of joy — a heaven of love. 
 
 G. T. 31S5. c. :i. CliflTord. 
 
 Dependence on proviJential guiclauce. Jer. x. 23. 
 1 'TIS not in man, vain man, to trust 
 The counsels of his will ; 
 The power that breathed his spirit first 
 Sustains and scuides it still . 
 220 
 
AND GRACES. 313. 
 
 2 Our greatest blessings often grow 
 
 From seeds of smallest size ; 
 The bitter bud of human wo 
 Our richest fruit supplies. 
 
 3 Taught by experience, Lord, we feel 
 
 Did we our steps control, 
 We should our own destruction seal : ^ 
 
 Thy grace secures the soul. 
 
 4 In the same wisdom we confide 
 
 Which mark'd our mazy way ; 
 Be thme omniscient eye our guide — 
 Thy powerful arm our stay. 
 
 6 Thy light and truth, O Lord, afford, 
 Nor let our footsteps roam ; 
 Conduct us safely all the road 
 To our celestial home. 
 
 Montgomery. 313* cm. Dundee. 
 
 Affliction. 
 
 1 O THOU, whose mercy guides my way, 
 
 Though now it seems severe, 
 Forbid my unbelief to say, 
 There is no mercy here ! 
 
 2 O grant me to desire the pain 
 
 That comes in kindness down, 
 More than tlie world's suprernest gain 
 Succeeded by a frown. 
 
 3 Then, though thou bend my spirit low, 
 
 Love only shall I see ; 
 The very hand that strikes the blow, 
 Was wounded once for me ! 
 
 227 
 
314. CHRISTIAN CHARACTER, &c. 
 
 C. W. 314. CM. Dundee. 
 
 We are saved by hope. Rom. viii. 24. 
 
 1 THERE is a solid comfort here— 
 
 'Tis hope that cheers the breast, 
 Wipes from pale sorrow's cheek the tear, 
 And gives the spirit rest. 
 
 2 My hope is fix'd on Christ alone ; 
 
 JFroin him my comfort springs ; 
 His righteousness, and not my own, 
 A full salvation brings. 
 
 3 This hope, this cherish'd hope, I find 
 
 To be my only stay — 
 A beauteous rainbow' to my mind 
 That smiles the clouds away. 
 
 4 Yes — I would look to him that died 
 
 On Calvary's wondrous mount : 
 And while in him I can confide 
 What can I not surmount ? 
 
 5 Though foes may threaten, mountains rise, 
 
 Andgeas before me roll, 
 Yet Jesus reigns above the skies, 
 And he'll support my soul. 
 
 6 And when at last from Jordan's brink 
 
 I launch upon the flood, 
 With such a hope I cannot sink — 
 'Twill bear me to my God. 
 
 228 
 
WORSHIP. 315, 316. 
 
 WORSHIP. 
 
 Brown. 31^* c. m. Woodstock. 
 
 Solitude. 
 
 1 I LOVE to steal awhile away 
 
 From every cumbering care, 
 And spend the hours of setting day 
 In humble, grateful prayer. 
 
 2 I love in solitude to shed 
 
 The penitential tear, 
 And all his promises to plead 
 Where none but God can hear. 
 
 3 I love to think on mercies past, 
 
 And future good implore ; 
 And all my cares and sorrows cast 
 On him whom I adore. 
 
 4 I love by faith to take a view 
 
 Of brighter scenes in heaven ; 
 The prospect doth my strength renew 
 While here by tempests driven. 
 
 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, 
 
 Mav its departing ray 
 Be cahn as this impressive hour, 
 And lead to endless day. 
 
 A. G. P. 316. c. M. St. Martin's. 
 
 The hour of prayer. Acts iii. 1. 
 1 IF there's a time completely blest, 
 Abstract from worldly care, 
 Wherein the soul may sweetly rest, 
 It is the hour of prayer. 
 
 229 
 
317. 
 
 WORSHIP. 
 
 2 If there's a time when we can tread 
 
 The world, with ev'rv snare, 
 Beneath our feet, and think them dead, 
 It is the hour of pra3'er. 
 
 3 If there's a time the soul may rise 
 
 Above the vale despair, 
 And view its God with sweet surprise, 
 It is the hour of prayer. 
 
 4 If there's a time when God looks down 
 
 With special grace and care, 
 When mercy smooths stern justice's frown, 
 It is the hour of prayer. 
 
 5 If there's a time when Satan feels 
 
 To yield in deep despair, 
 'Tis when he sees the Christian kneel 
 Within the " bower af prayer." 
 
 6 Christian, can you forget this hour? 
 
 Can you its blessings spare ? 
 If not, each day go to your " bower "—^ 
 Improve the" hour of prayer. 
 
 ,. Kneeland. 317. 8. 7. Carlisle 
 
 Prayer meeting. 
 
 1 CHRISTIAN worship— how inviting 
 
 Is the social praying band ! 
 Happy concert thrice delighting. 
 Bound to Canaan's holy land. 
 
 2 See how joyful they assemble 
 
 At the consecrated hour ! 
 How they heaven's host resemble 
 While they God Most High adore ! 
 
 3 See them, in sweet concert moving. 
 
 Each their humble part fulfil ! 
 230 
 
WORSHIP. 318, 319. 
 
 Bound to love, each other loving, 
 Thus they do the Saviour's will. 
 
 4 Now they bow in adoration 
 
 Low before Jehovah's throne, 
 Giving honor and salvation 
 To the High and Holy One. 
 
 5 Now they rise in hymns symphonious — 
 
 All as one their spirits rise ; 
 Sweep the golden harps harmonious 
 Strung by seraphs in the skies. 
 
 6 Now they pour out fervent prayer — 
 
 Plead the all-atoning blood. 
 Father, Son, and Spirit's there ; 
 'Tis in truth the house of God. 
 
 Turner. 318. 7. Alcester. 
 
 Delight ia worship. 
 
 1 LORD, our Father, O how fair, 
 E'en on earth, thy temples are ! 
 Here thy waiting' people see 
 Much of heav'n,~aud much of thee, 
 
 2 From thy gracious presence flows 
 Bliss that softens all our woes ; 
 While thy Spirit's holy fire 
 Warms our hearts with pure desire. 
 
 3 Here we supplicate thy throne ; 
 Here thy pardoning grace is known; 
 Here vv^e learn thy righteous ways, 
 Taste thy love, arid sing thy praise. 
 
 Miller. 319. l. i.i. Uxbridge. 
 
 The mercy-aeat. 
 1 FROIM every stormy wind that blows, 
 From every swelling tide of woes, 
 
 231 
 
320. 
 
 WORSHIP. 
 
 There is a calm, a sure retreat— 
 'Tis found beneath the Mercy-Seat. 
 
 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
 The oil of gladness on our heads ; 
 
 A place than 5 11 beside more sweet — 
 It IS the blood -bought Mercy-Seat. 
 
 3 There is a scene where spirits blend, 
 Where friend holds fellowship with friend; 
 Though sunder 'd far, by faith thev meet 
 Around one common Mercy-Seat.' 
 
 4 Ah ! whither could we flee for aid 
 When tempted, desolate, dismay'd, 
 Or how the host of hell defeat. 
 Had suffering saints no Mercy- Seat. 
 
 5 There ! there, on eagle wing we soar, 
 And sin and sense seem all no more— 
 And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
 And glory crowns .the Mercy-Seat. 
 
 '• 320, c. M. Dundee. 
 
 The parting. 
 
 1 JOYS interchang'd with kindred souls, 
 
 How doubly sweet they are ! 
 
 And blessed fellowship we hold 
 
 When we our sorrows share. 
 
 2 We praise the Lord that thus we meet 
 
 And part in holy love ; 
 
 While joyful we anticipate 
 
 The conference above. 
 
 3 Kindle yet more the sacred flame ; 
 
 Increase our faith and zeal; 
 To holy effort, holy aim, 
 
 Our hands and hearts impel. 
 232 
 
WORSHIP. 321 
 
 4 And while we weep o'er sinners slain, 
 
 Lord, let thy pity move ; 
 Breathe over Himwm's vale again, 
 And make them know thy love. 
 
 5 Now, while the parting hand we give, 
 
 To us, thy servants, show 
 Thy glory, Lord— and let thy work 
 Appear before we go. 
 
 6 We praise thee, Lord, that thus we meet 
 
 And part in holy love : 
 
 While joyful we anticipate 
 
 The conference above. 
 
 3S1. Port. Hymn. 
 
 The bovver of prayer. 
 
 1 TO leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to 
 
 part, 
 And go from my lov'd home, afflicts not my heart 
 Like the thought of absenting myself for a day 
 From that blest retreat where I've chosen to pray. 
 
 2 Dear bower, where the pine and the poplar have 
 
 spread. 
 And woven their branches a roof o'er my head. 
 How oft have I knelt on the evergreen there, 
 And poured out my soul to my Saviour in prayer. 
 
 3 The early shrill notes of the lov'd nightingale 
 That dwelt in the bower I observed as my bell, 
 To call me to duty — while birds in the air 
 Sung anthems of praise as I went forth to prayer. 
 
 4 How sweet were the breezes perfumed by the 
 
 pine, 
 . The ivy, the balsam, and wild eglantine ! 
 But sweeter, O sweeter, superlative were 
 The joys that t tasted in answer topraver. 
 
 233 
 
322, 323. WORSHIP. 
 
 5 For Jesus my Saviour deign 'd often to meet, 
 And Mess with his presence my humhle retreat' 
 Oft filled me with rapture and blessedness there^ ■ 
 And gave me a foretaste of heaven in prayer. 
 
 6 Dear bower, I must leave you, and bid you adieu 
 And pay my devotions in parts that are new 
 
 I know niy dear Saviour resides every where, 
 And can in alf places give answer to prayer, 
 
 Doddridge. 33^. c. m. Missionary. 
 
 Private devotion. -Mat. vi. 6. 
 
 1 FATHER divine, thy piercing eye 
 
 Sees through the darkest night ; 
 In deep retirement thou art nigh 
 With heart-discerning sight. 
 
 2 There may thy piercing eye survey 
 
 My solemn homage paid, 
 With ev'ry mornings dawning ray, 
 And ev'ry evening's shade. 
 
 3 O let thy own celestial fire 
 
 The incense still inflame, 
 While my warm vows to thee aspire 
 Through my Redeemer's name. 
 
 4 So shall the visits of thy love 
 
 My soul in secret bless ; 
 So shalt thou dei^n in worlds above 
 • Thy suppliant to confess. 
 
 Hammond. 3^3. 7. Edgefield. 
 
 Opening^ of social worship. 
 1 LORD, we come before thee now; 
 At thy feet we 'numbly bow. 
 O do not our suit disdain ! 
 Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? 
 234 
 
WORSHIP. 324, 325. 
 
 2 la thine own appointed way 
 Now we seek thee — here we stay; 
 Lord, from hence we would not go 
 Till a blessing thou bestow. 
 
 3 Send some message from thy word 
 That may joy and peace afford ; 
 Let thy spirit now impart 
 
 Full salvation to each heart. 
 
 Lyre. 3^4. h. m. Bethesda. 
 
 Presence of God promised and enjoyed. 
 
 1 WHEREVER two or three 
 
 Are met in Jesus' name, 
 God in the midst will be, 
 
 Nor let them meet in vain. 
 In stately courts, or open air, 
 They still shall find him present there 
 
 2 The Lord is never bound 
 
 To any time or place, 
 But always may be found 
 
 Among his chosen race. 
 Then tread his courts with holy fear. 
 For God himself is present here. 
 
 Stennett. 3S5. l. m. Wells. 
 
 Opening of meeting. Mat. xviii. 20. 
 
 1 WHERE two or three, with sweet accord, 
 Obedient to their sovereign Lord, 
 
 Meet to recount his acts of grace, 
 And offer solemn prayer and praise — 
 
 2 " There," says the Saviour, " will I be, 
 Amid this little company ; 
 
 To them unveil my smiling face, 
 And shed my glories round the place." 
 235 
 
326, 327. WORSHIP. 
 
 3 We meet at thy command, dear Lord, 
 Relying on thy faithful word. 
 Now send thy Spirit from above, 
 Now till our hearts with heavenly love. 
 
 Miller. 3S6. s. m. d. Livingston. 
 
 Opening of meeting. Mat. xviii. 20. 
 
 1 AND are we j-et alive, 
 
 And see each other's face ? 
 Glory and praise to Jesus give 
 
 For his redeeming grace ! 
 Preserved by power divine 
 
 To full salvation here. 
 Again in Jesus' praise we join. 
 
 And in his signt appear. 
 
 2 What troubles have we seen ! 
 
 What conflicts have we past ! 
 Fightings without, and fears within, 
 
 Since we assembled last! 
 But out of all, the Lord 
 
 Hath l)rought us by his love : 
 And still he doth his help atford, 
 
 And liides our life above. 
 
 3 Then let us make our boast 
 
 Of his redeeming power, 
 Which saves us to the uttermost, 
 
 Till we can sin no more. 
 Let us take up the cross 
 
 Till we the crown obtain; 
 And gladly reckon all things loss 
 
 So we may Jesus gain. 
 
 Burder'sCol. 35J7. 7. Granby. 
 
 Joyful nieetuig. 
 1 SWEET the time, exceeding sweet. 
 When the saints together meet I 
 236 
 
WORSHIP. 328. 
 
 When the Saviour is the theme ! 
 When they join to sing of him I 
 
 2 Sing we, then, eternal love, 
 Such as did the Father move : 
 He beheld the Avorld undone — 
 Lov'd the world, and gave his Son. 
 
 3 Sing the Son's amazing love, 
 How he left the realms above, 
 Took our nature, and our place, 
 Liv'd arid died to save our race. 
 
 4 Sing we too the Spirit's love : 
 With our wretched hearts he strove, 
 Fill'd our minds with grief and fear, 
 Brought the precious Saviour near. 
 
 5 Sweet the place, exceeding sweet, 
 Where the saints in glory meet ! 
 Where the Saviour 's still the theme ! 
 Where they see £uid sing of him ! 
 
 Montgomery. 3^8. c. m. Arlington. 
 
 Behold he prayeth. Acts ix. 11. 
 
 1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desife, 
 
 Unutter'd or express'd — 
 The motion of a hidden fire 
 That trembles in the breast. 
 
 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; 
 
 The falling of a tear ; 
 The upward glancing of an eye 
 When none but God is near. 
 
 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 
 
 That infant lips can try ; 
 Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 
 The majesty on high. 
 
 237 
 
329. WORSHIP. 
 
 4 Praj-er is the Christian's vital breath, 
 
 The Christian's native air, 
 His watchword at the gate of death — 
 He enters heav'n with prayer, 
 
 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice 
 
 Returning from his ways, 
 While angels in their songs rejoice, 
 And say — " Behold he prays." 
 
 390. c. M. Kichmond. 
 
 At the meeting of Christians. 
 
 1 WELL met, dear friends, in Jesus' name ! 
 
 Come, let us now rejoice, 
 While we our Saviour's praise proclaim, 
 With cheerful hearts and voice. 
 
 2 But O ! dear Jesus, Lamb of God, 
 
 Send down the heav'nly dove. 
 His graces to diffuse abroad, 
 To warm our hearts with love, 
 
 3 In vain, dear Saviour, here we meet, 
 
 Except thy face we see ; 
 Thy presence makes a heav'n most sweet, 
 Whene'er we meet with thee. 
 
 4 A dungeon shows a heavenly dawn 
 
 When there with thee we" dwell, 
 But when thy presence is withdrawn 
 A palace proves a hell. 
 
 5 Then O ! dear Jesus, condescend 
 
 To meet us with a smile ; 
 Thy spirit's quick'ning influence send, 
 And purge our hearts from guile ; 
 
 6 That at the close, each one may say, 
 
 " We've met not here in vain, , 
 
 '5 00 
 
WORSHIP. 330, 331. 
 
 For we have tasted heav'n to-day, 
 Nor could we more contain." 
 
 Hart. 330. L. M. Old Hundred. 
 
 Pray ■without ceasing. 1 Thes. v. 17. 
 
 1 PRAYER was appointed to convey 
 
 The blessings God designs to give : 
 Long as they live should Christians pray, 
 For only while they pray they live. 
 
 2 If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress, 
 
 If cares distract, or tears dismay, 
 If guilt deject, if sin distress, 
 The remedy's before thee — pray, 
 
 3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak : 
 
 Though thought be broken — language lame — 
 Pray, if thou canst, or canst not, speak; 
 But pray with faith in Jesus' name. 
 
 Fawcett. 331* l. m. Eaton. 
 
 Beginning of worship. 
 1 THY presence, gracious God, afford ; 
 Prepare us to receive thy word ; 
 Now let thy voice engage our ear, 
 And faith be mixt with what we hear. 
 
 2. Distracting thoughts and cares remove, 
 And fix our hearts and hopes above; 
 With food divine may we be fed, 
 And satisfy'd with living bread. 
 
 3 To us thy sacred word apply 
 With sovereign power and energy ; 
 And may vre in true fai; u and fear 
 Reduce to practice what we hear. 
 
 239 
 
332, 333. WORSHIP. 
 
 Hoskins. 339* c. m. Summer Hill. 
 
 1 IN thy great name, O Lord, we come 
 
 To worship at thy feet : 
 O, pour thy Holy Spirit down 
 On all that now snail meet. 
 
 2 We come to hear Jehovah speak, 
 
 To hear the Saviour's voice ; 
 Thy face and favor, Lord, we seek — 
 Now make our hearts rejoice. 
 
 3 Teach us to pray and praise, to hear 
 
 And understand thy word ; 
 To feel thy blissful presence near, 
 And trust our living Lord. 
 
 4 Let sinners now thy goodness prove, 
 
 And saints rejoice in thee ; 
 Let rebels be subdued by love, 
 And to the Saviour flee. 
 
 Cowper. 333. L. M. Wells. 
 
 Social prayer. 
 
 1 WHAT various hindrances we meet 
 In coming to a mercy-seat! 
 
 Yet who that knows" the worth of prayer 
 But wishes to be often there ? 
 
 2 Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw; 
 Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw — 
 Gives exercise to faith and love — 
 
 Brings ev'ry blessing from above. 
 
 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; 
 Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright ; 
 And Satan trembles when he sees 
 
 The weakest saint upon his knees. 
 240 
 
WORSHIP. 334. 
 
 4 Have you no words ?— Ah, think again. 
 Words flow apace when you complain, 
 And fill your fellow-creature's ear 
 With the sad tale of all your care. 
 
 5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent 
 To heav'n in supplication sent, 
 
 Your cheerful song would oft'ner be, 
 
 " Hear what the Lord hath done for me I " 
 
 Newton. 334. l. m. Portugal. 
 
 Welcome, in the name of Christ. 
 
 1 KINDRED in Christ, for his dear sake 
 
 A hearty welcome here receive : 
 May we together now partake 
 The joys which he alone can give. 
 
 2 May he, by whose kind care we meet, 
 
 Send his good Spirit from above ; 
 Make our communications sweet. 
 And cause our hearts to bum with love ! 
 
 3 Forgotten be each worldly theme 
 
 When thus we meet to pray and praise ; 
 We only wish to speak ofhim. 
 And tell the wonders of his grace. 
 
 4 We'll talk of all he did and said, 
 
 His sufferings and his dying love, 
 
 The path he mark'd for us to tread, 
 
 And how he triumphs now above. 
 
 5 Thus, as the moments pass away, 
 
 We'll love and wonder and adore ; 
 Then hasten on the glorious day, 
 
 When we shall meet to part no more. 
 16 241 
 
335, 336. WORSHIP. 
 
 Toplady. 335. 5. 6. 11. New Haven. 
 
 1 'TIS pleasant to sing 
 
 The sweet praise cf our King, 
 As here in this valley of sorrows we move. 
 
 'Twill be pleasanter still 
 
 When we stand on the hill, 
 And give thanks to our Saviour, our Master, above. 
 
 2 'Tis sweet to recline 
 On thy bosom divine, 
 
 And experience the comforts peculiar to thine ; 
 
 While, horn from above. 
 
 And upheld by thy love, 
 With singing and triumph to Zion we move. 
 
 3 On Canaan's fair land 
 We shortly shall stand, 
 With crowns on our heads, and with harps in our 
 hand : 
 Our harps shall be tun'd, 
 The Lamb shall be crown'd, 
 Salvation to Jesus through heaven resound. 
 
 T. & Bra. 336. c. m. Brattle Street. 
 
 Place of worship delightful. Ps. Ixxxiv. 
 
 1 O GOD of hosts ! the mighty Lord ! 
 
 How lovely is the place 
 Where we, with holy ioy, behold 
 The brightness of thy tace ! 
 
 2 Thrice happy they whose choice has thee 
 
 Their sure protection made ; 
 Who lonsf to tread the sacred ways 
 Which to thy dwelling lead. 
 
 3 For God, who is our sun and shield. 
 
 Will grace and glory give ; 
 242 
 
WORSHIP. 337 338. 
 
 And no good thing will he withhold 
 From them that justly live. 
 
 4 O Lord of hosts, my King, my God, 
 How highly blest are they 
 Who in thy temple always dwell, 
 And there thy praise display ! 
 
 SS7* c. M. Marlow. 
 
 J\Iet for social worship. 
 
 1 HERE, in thy presence, gracious God, 
 
 We've-met to seek thy face : 
 
 let us feel th' eternal word, 
 And feast upon thy grace. 
 
 2 O may this be a happy hour 
 
 To ev'ry mourning soul : 
 Display thy love, make known thy power, 
 And make the wounded whole. 
 
 3 O may a spark of heavenly fire 
 
 Each stupid soul inflame, 
 And sacred love our tongues inspire 
 To praise thy worthy name. 
 
 4 Let ev'ry soul the Saviour see, 
 
 And taste his love divine ; 
 And ev'rj- heart forever be 
 United, Lord, with thine. 
 
 338. c. M. Burmah. 
 
 Claiming Christ's promise. 
 
 1 SEE, Jesus, thy disciples see ; 
 
 Thy promis'd blessing give ; 
 Met in thy name, we look to thee, 
 Expecting to receive. 
 
 2 Thee we expect, our faithful Lord, 
 
 Who in thy name are join'd ; 
 
 243 
 
p 
 
 339, 340. WORSHIP. 
 
 We wait, according to thy word, 
 Thee in the midst to tind. 
 
 3 Whom now we seek, O may we meet— 
 .Jesus the crucified ! 
 Show us thy bleedinsr hands and feet, 
 Thou who for us hast died. 
 
 IMiller. 339. cm. Coronation. 
 
 Opening of a conference meeting. 
 
 1 WITHIN these doors assembled now, 
 
 We wait thy blessing, Lord ! 
 Appear within the midst we pray 
 According to thy word. 
 
 2 May some sweet promise be applied 
 
 When we attempt to read ; 
 For this alone can give support 
 In all our times of need. 
 
 3 O breathe upon our lifeless souls, 
 
 And raise our drooping hearts, 
 That we may see thy smiling face 
 Ere we from hence depart. 
 
 4 And now, dear Saviour, when we pray, 
 
 Be thou thyself so near, 
 If Satan fright our trembling souls, 
 Thy mercy may appear. 
 
 Seamen's Col. 340. 7. Nuremburg. 
 
 The house of God. 
 1 TO thy temple I repair. 
 Lord, I love to worship there. 
 While thy glorious praise is sung. 
 Touch my lips, unloose my tongue. 
 244 
 
WORSHIP. 341. 
 
 2 While the prayers of saints ascend, 
 God of love, to mine attend. 
 Hear me, for the spirit pleads ; 
 Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 
 
 3 While I hearken to thy law 
 Fill my soul with humble awe, 
 Till thy gospel bring to me 
 Life and immortality. 
 
 4 While thy ministers proclaim 
 Peace" and pardon in thy name, 
 Through their voice by faith may I 
 Hear thee speaking from on high. 
 
 6 From thy house when I return 
 May my heart within me burn ; 
 And at evening let me say, 
 " I have walked with God to-day." 
 
 341* CM. Arlington. 
 
 The Lord's Prayer. Mat. vi. 9—13. 
 
 1 OUR Father, God* who art in heaven. 
 
 All hallow'd be thy name : 
 Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, 
 In heaven and earth the same. 
 
 2 Give us this day our daily bread ; 
 
 And as we those forgive 
 Who sin against us, so may we 
 Forgiving grace receive. 
 
 3 Into temptation lead us not ; 
 
 From evil set us free ; 
 And thine the kingdom, thine the power, 
 And glory, ever be. 
 
 iVo^e.— Composed by one of the Baptist missionaries 
 while in prison in Burmah. 
 
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342, 343, 344. avx)rship. 
 
 Hart. • 349. s. M. Olmutz. 
 
 1 ONCE more, before we part, 
 
 We'll bless the Saviour's name. 
 Record his mercies, every heart — 
 Sing, every tongue, the same. 
 
 2 Receive his sacred word. 
 
 And feed thereon, and grow ; 
 
 Go on to seek, to know, the Lord, 
 
 And practise Avhat you know. 
 
 Lyre. 34.3 7. 6. Turin. 
 
 AYhen shall we meet ? 
 
 1 WHEN shall we all meet a,2:ain ? 
 When shall we all meet again ? 
 Oft shall glowing hope expire, 
 Oft shall wearied love retire, 
 
 Oft shall death and sorrow reign, 
 Ere we all shall meet again. 
 
 2 Though in distant lands we sigh, 
 Parch'd beneath the Jiostile sky — 
 Though the deep between us rolls — 
 Friendship shall unite our souls : 
 
 And in fancy's Ax-ide domain, 
 There shall we all meet again. 
 
 3 When the dreams of life are fled, 
 When its wasted lamps are dead, 
 When in cold oblivion's shade, 
 Beauty, wealth, and fame are laid, 
 
 Where immortal spirits reign. 
 There may we all meet again. 
 
 Choir. 344. 6. 5. New London. 
 
 1 WHEN sliall we meet again ? 
 Meet ne'er to sever ? 
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WORSHIP. 345. 
 
 When will peace wreath her chain 
 
 Round us forever ? 
 Our hearts will ne'er repose 
 Safe from each blast that blows 
 In this dark vale of woes — 
 
 Never — no never ! 
 
 2 When shall love freely flow 
 
 Pure as life's river 7 
 When shall sweet friendship glow 
 
 Changeless forever ? 
 Where Joys celestial thrill, 
 Where bliss each heart shall fill. 
 And fears of parting chill 
 
 Never — no, never ! 
 
 3 Up to that world of light 
 
 Take us, dear Saviour ! 
 May we all there unite, 
 
 Happy forever ! 
 Where kindred spirits dwell, 
 There may our music swell, 
 And time our joys dispel 
 
 Never — no, never. 
 
 4 Soon shall we meet again — 
 
 Meet ne'er to sever ; 
 Soon will peace wreath her chain 
 
 Round us forever. 
 Our hearts will then repose 
 Secure from worldly woes ; 
 Our songs of praise shall close 
 
 Never — no, never I 
 
 Rippon. 345. 8. 7. 4. Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 Dismission. 
 1 LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing ; 
 Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; 
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346, 347. AvoRSHip. 
 
 Let us each, thy love possessing, 
 Triumph in redeeming grace. 
 
 O, refresh us, 
 Trav'lling through this wilderness. 
 
 2 Thanks we give and adoration 
 
 For thy gospel's joyful sound : 
 May the fruits of thy'salvation 
 In our hearts and lives abound ; 
 
 May thy presence 
 With us evermore be found. 
 
 3 So, whene'er the signal's given 
 
 Us from earth to call away, 
 Borne on angel's wings to heav'n, 
 Glad to leave our cumb'rous clay, 
 
 May we, ready. 
 Rise and reign in endless day ! 
 
 Hart. 346. L. M. Old Hundred. 
 
 1 DISMISS us with thy blessing. Lord ; 
 Help us to feed upon thy word ; 
 
 All that has been amiss forgive, 
 And let thy truth within us live. 
 
 2 Though we are guilty, thou art good : 
 Wash all our works in Jesus' blood ; 
 Give ev'ry fetter'd soul release, 
 
 And bid us all depart m peace. 
 
 Newton. 347. cm. Brattle Street. 
 
 For Christian conference. 
 
 1 O LORD, our languid souls inspire. 
 
 For here we trust thou art ! 
 
 Send down a coal of heav'nly fire 
 
 To warm each waiting heart. 
 
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WORSHIP. 348. 
 
 2 Show us some tokens of thy love 
 
 Our fainting- hope to raise ; 
 And pour thy blessing from above 
 That we may render praise. 
 
 3 Within these walls let holy praise, 
 
 And love, and concord, dwell ; 
 Here give the troubled conscience ease, 
 The wounded spirit heal. 
 
 4 The fe.eling heart, ths melting eye, 
 
 The humble mind, bestow ; 
 
 And shine upon us from on high 
 
 To make our graces grow. 
 
 6 May we in faith receive thy word, 
 In faith present our prayers, 
 And in the presence orour Lord 
 Unbosom all our cares. 
 
 6 And may the gospel's joyful sound, 
 Enforc'd by mighty grace. 
 Awaken sinners all around 
 To come and fill t'he place 
 
 Tappan. 348, l. m, Rockingham. 
 
 House of God. 
 
 1 HOLY be this as was the place 
 
 To him of Padan-aram known, 
 Where Abram's God reveal'd his face. 
 And caught the pilgrim to the throne. 
 
 2 O, how transporting was the glow 
 
 That thriird his bosom, mix'd with fear ! 
 " Lo, the Eternal walks below ! 
 The Highest tabernacles here I " 
 
 3 Be ours, when faith and hope grow dim, 
 
 The glories which the Patriarch saw ; 
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349, 350. WORSHIP. 
 
 And when we faint, may we, like him, 
 Fresh vigor from the vision draw. 
 
 4 Heaven's light now shone upon his head, 
 And fiash'd new splendors on his view ; 
 Break forth, O Sun, and freely shed 
 Glad rays upon our Bethel too. 
 
 S. Lyrics. 340. s. m. Seir. 
 
 The morning prayer meeting. Mark i. 36. 
 
 1 HOW sweet the melting lay 
 
 Which breaks upon our ear, 
 
 When, at the hour of rising day, 
 
 Christians unite in prayer ! 
 
 2 The breezes waft their cries 
 
 Up to Jehovah's throne : 
 He listens to their bursting sighs. 
 And sends his blessings down. 
 
 3 So Jesus rose to pray 
 
 Before the morning light ; 
 Once on the chilling mount did stay 
 And wrestle all the night. 
 
 4 Glorv to God on high 
 
 who sends his blessings down 
 To rescue souls condemn'd to die, 
 And make his people one. 
 
 N. Y. E. 350. 7. Edyfield. 
 
 The sunrise prayer meeting. 
 
 1 HASTE— the day dawns— haste away ; 
 Join the baud that loves to pray. 
 Sweet it is, and blest employ — 
 
 Full of comfort — rich in joy. 
 
 2 Haste, before the sun's full ray 
 Bids the twilight flee away ; 
 
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WORSHIP. 351. 
 
 Haste, and seek the Saviour's face, 
 Share his love, and feel his grace. 
 
 3 O, my soul, 'tis good to be 
 In such blissful company. 
 Wouldst thou flee from ev'ry snare ? 
 Hide thee in the house of prayer. 
 
 4 Jesus loves to meet his saints — 
 Loves to soothe their bitterest plaints; 
 Deigns to hear the humblest groan ; 
 All our griefs he makes his own. 
 
 6 O, then rise, and haste away, 
 And with prayer begin the day : 
 Let it float in ev'ry breath, — 
 Sweet in life, the calm of death. 
 
 6 Soon the voice of prayer shall die 
 In the rapturous song on high ; 
 We shall shout on Canaan's shore, 
 Hallelujah, evermore. 
 
 Kelly. 351. 8.7. Tamworth, 
 
 At parting. 
 
 1 GOD of our salvation, hear us ; 
 
 Bless, O bless us, ere we go ; 
 When we join the world, be near us, 
 Lest we cold and careless grow. 
 
 Saviour, keep us — 
 Keep us safg from ev'ry foe. 
 
 2 May we live in view of heaven , 
 
 * Where Ave hope to see thy face : 
 Save us from unhallow'd leaven. 
 All that might obscure thy grace ; 
 
 Keep us walking 
 Each in his appointed place. 
 
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352, 353. FAMILY WORSHIP. 
 
 3 As our steps are drawing nearer 
 To the place we call our home, 
 May our view of heaven grow clearer, 
 Hope more bright of joys to come ; 
 
 And, when dying, 
 May thy presence cheer the gloom. 
 
 FAMILY WORSHIP. 
 
 Doddridge. S52, l. m. All Saints. 
 
 Family worship. Gen. xviii. 19. 
 
 1 FATHER of all, thy care we bless 
 Which crowns our families with peace ; 
 From thee they spring, and by thy hand 
 They have been, and are still sustain'd. 
 
 2 To God, most worthy to be prais'd, 
 Be our domestic altars rais'a ; 
 
 Who, Lord of heav'n, scorns not to dwell 
 With saints in their obscurest cell. 
 
 3 To thee may each united house, 
 Morning and night, present its vows; 
 Our servants there, and rising race, 
 Be taught thy precepts and thy grace. 
 
 4 O, may each future age proclaim 
 The honors of thy glorious name ; 
 While pleas'd and thankful we remove 
 To join the family above. 
 
 "Watts. 3^3. E. M. Hingham. 
 
 A morning hymn. 
 1 GOD of the morning, at thy voice 
 
 The cheerful sun makes naste to rise, 
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FAMILY WORSHIP. 354. 
 
 And like a giant doth rejoice 
 To run his journey through the skies. 
 
 2 O, like the sun may I fulfil 
 
 Th' appointed duties of the day ; 
 With ready mind, and active will, 
 March on, and keep my heavenly way. 
 
 3 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, 
 
 Enlight'ning our beclouded eyes ; 
 Thy threat'nings just — thy promise sure ; 
 Thy gospel makes the s"imple wise. 
 
 4 Give me thy counsels for my guide, 
 
 And then receive me to thy bliss. 
 All my desires and hopes beside 
 
 Are' faint and cold compar'd with this. 
 
 Watts. 304. c. M. Costellow. 
 
 Evening. 
 
 1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray. 
 
 I am forever thine. 
 I fear before thee all the day, 
 Nor would I dare to sin. 
 
 2 And while I rest my weary head, 
 
 From care and business free, 
 
 'Tis sweet conversing on my bed 
 
 With my own heart and thee. 
 
 3 I pay this evening sacrifice ; 
 
 And when my work is done, 
 Great God, my faith, my hope relies 
 Upon thy grace alone". 
 
 4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace, 
 
 I'll give mine eyes to sleep ; 
 Thy hand in safety keeps my days, 
 And will my slumbers keep. 
 
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355, 356. FAMILY WORSHIP 
 
 Watts. 355. CM. Peterborough. 
 
 Morning. 
 
 1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day 
 
 Salutes thy waking eyes : 
 Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 
 To him who rules the skies. 
 
 2 Night unto night his name repeats ; 
 
 The day renews the sound, 
 Wide as the heavens on which he sits 
 To turn the seasons round. 
 
 3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame : 
 
 My tongu^ shall speak his praise. 
 My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, 
 And yet his wrath delays. 
 
 4 How many wretched souls have fled 
 
 Since the last setting sun ! 
 And yet thou lengthen'st out my thread, 
 And yet my moments run. 
 
 5 Great God, let all my hours be thine 
 
 While I enjoy the light ; 
 Then shall my sun in smiles decline, 
 And bring a peaceful night. 
 
 Kenn. 3€^G* l. m. Dawn. 
 
 IMorning. 
 
 1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun 
 Thy daily stage of duty run; 
 Shake oftdull sloth, and joyful rise 
 To pay thy morning sacrifice. 
 
 2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, 
 And with the angels "bear thy part. 
 Who all night long unwearied sing 
 High praises to th' eternal King. 
 
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FAMILY WORSHIP. 
 
 357. 
 
 3 Glory to thee, who safe has kept, 
 And hast refresh'd me while I slept : 
 Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
 I may of endless life partake. 
 
 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew ; 
 Scatter my sins as morning dew ; 
 
 Guard my first springs of thought and will, 
 And with thyself my spirit fill. 
 
 5 Direct, control, suggest, this day. 
 All I design, or do, or say : 
 
 That all my powers, with all their might, 
 In thy sole glory may unite. 
 
 C. Psalmody. S5T, 7. Nuremburg. 
 
 Morning. 
 
 1 THOU, that dost my life prolong, 
 Kindly aid my morning son^ ; 
 Thankful from my couch I rise 
 To the God that rules the skies. 
 
 2 Thou didst hear my evening cry ; 
 Thy preserving hand was nigh ; 
 Peaceful slumbers thou hast shed, 
 Grateful to my weary head. 
 
 3 Thou hast kept me through the night ; 
 'Twas thy hand restor'd the light. 
 Lord, thy mercies still are new, 
 Plenteous as the morning dew. 
 
 4 Still my feet are prone to stray ; 
 O, preserve me tnrough the day : 
 Dangers ev'rj'where abound ; 
 Sins and snares beset me round. 
 
 5 Gently, with the dawning ray, 
 On my soul thy beams display ; 
 
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358, 359. FAMILY WORSHIP. 
 
 Sweeter than the smiling morn 
 Let thy cheering light return. 
 
 Hart. Col. 308. l. m. Sterling. 
 
 An evening hymn. 
 
 1 BLEST Lord, when darkness veils the skies 
 Prevent the slumber of my eyes, 
 
 Till, bow'd before the King of kings, 
 I ask myself the foU'wing things : 
 
 2 Where have I been — what have I done ? 
 To what new follies have I run ? 
 Have I observ'd each rising thought, 
 
 And done the things which God hath taught ? 
 
 3 Do secret thoughts and actions prove 
 My love to God who reigns above ? 
 Do my affections rise on high, 
 
 As days and nights successive fly ? 
 
 4 Do I rejoice in that wise plan 
 Which governs all th' affairs of man ? 
 Gives life, and health, and joy, and rest, 
 Or sends affliction when "tis best ? 
 
 5 And when God's holy law I hear, 
 Does it alarm mv heart with fear ? 
 Or does it sweetly rule within, 
 
 And make me hate and fly from sin ? 
 
 € Lord, help me to see and try my heart, 
 And search me through in ev'ry part ; 
 Cleanse me from sin, and warm my love — 
 Thus fit me for the world above. 
 
 Watts. 359. CM. Colchester. 
 
 For Lord's day morning. Ps. v. 3. 
 1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear 
 My voice ascending nigh ; 
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FAMILY WORSHIP. 360, 361. 
 
 To thee will I direct my prayer, 
 To thee lift up mine eye. 
 
 2 Thou art a God before whose sight 
 
 The wicked shall not stand; 
 
 Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 
 
 Nor dwell at thy right hand. 
 
 3 But to thy house will I resort 
 
 To taste thy mercies there ; 
 I will frequent thine holy court, 
 And worship in thy fear. 
 
 4 O may thy Spirit guide my feet 
 
 In ways of righteousness ; 
 Make ev'ry path of duty straight 
 And plain before my face. 
 
 Watts. 360. L. M. Castle Street. 
 
 A hymn for morning or evening. 
 
 1 MY God, how endless is thy love ! 
 
 Thy gifts are ev'ry evening new ; 
 And morning mercies from above 
 Gently distil like early dew, 
 
 2 Thou spread 'st the curtains of the night, 
 
 Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ! 
 Thy sovereign word restores the light. 
 And quickens all my drowsy powers. 
 
 3 I yield my powers to thy command ; 
 
 To thee I consecrate my days. 
 Perpetual blessings from thine hand 
 Demand perpetual songs of praise. 
 
 Curtis' Col. 361. s. M. Dover. 
 
 Evening. 
 1 ANOTHER Hay is past— 
 The hours forever fled ; 
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362. FAMILY WORSHIP. 
 
 And time is bearing me away 
 To mingle with the dead. 
 
 2 My mind in perfect peace 
 
 My Father's care shall keep : 
 I yield to gentle slumber now, 
 For Thou canst never sleep. 
 
 3 How blessed, Lord, are they 
 
 On thee securely stay'd ! 
 Nor shall they be in liie alarm'd, 
 Nor be in death dismay'd. 
 
 Kenn. 363. l. m. Tallis. 
 
 Evening. 
 
 1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night, 
 For all the blessings of the light : 
 Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 
 Beneath thine own almighty wings. 
 
 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
 The sin that I this day have done ; 
 That with the world, myself, and thee, 
 I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 
 
 3 Let my blest Guardian, while I sleep, 
 His watchful station near me keep, 
 My heart with love celestial fill, 
 And guard me from th' approach of ill. 
 
 4 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The grave as little as my bed ; 
 Teach me to die, that so I may 
 Rise glorious at the awful day. 
 
 5 Lord, let my soul forever share 
 The bliss of thy paternal care ; 
 'Tis heaven on earth — 'tis heaven above. 
 To see thy face, and sing thy love ! 
 
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FAMILY WORSHIP. 863, 364. 
 
 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; 
 Praise him all creatures here below ; 
 Praise him above, ye heav'nly host — 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 Seamen's Col. 363 . 7. Alcester. 
 
 Morning devotion. 
 
 1 NOW the shades of night are gone ; 
 Now the morning light is come. 
 Lord, we would be thine to-day: 
 Drive the shades of sin away. 
 
 2 Make our souls as noonday clear ; 
 Banish ev'ry doubt and fear. 
 
 In thy vineyard, Lord, to-day, 
 We would labor — we would pray. 
 
 3 When our work of life is past, 
 
 receive us then at last. 
 Labor then will all be o'er; 
 Sin's dark night will be no more. 
 
 Steele. 364* c. m. Belmont. 
 
 Morning-. 
 
 1 GREAT God, preserved by thine arm, 
 
 1 pass'd the shades of night 
 Serene, and safe from ev'ry harm, 
 
 And see returning light. 
 
 2 O, let the same almighty care 
 
 My wakeful hours attend ; 
 
 From ev'ry danger, ev'ry snare. 
 
 My heedless steps defend. 
 
 3 Smile on my minutes as they roll, 
 
 And guide my future days ; 
 And let thy goodness fill rny soul 
 With gratitude and praise. 
 
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365, 366. FAMILY WORSHIP. 
 
 Z. Songster. 3G^. c. m. Bower Bank. 
 Early rising. Mark i. 35. 
 
 1 MY lovely Jesus, while on earth, 
 
 Arose before 'twas day. 
 And to a solitary place 
 Departed, there to pray. 
 
 2 I'll do as did my blessed Lord ; 
 
 His footsteps I will trace. 
 
 I love to meet him in the grove, 
 
 And view his smiling face. 
 
 3 Early I'll rise, and sing, and pray, 
 
 While I the light enjoy ; 
 May this bless'd work, from day to day 
 My heart and tongue employ. 
 
 Watts. 366. L. M. Hebron. 
 
 An evening hymn. 
 
 1 THUS far the Lord has led me on ; 
 
 Thus far his power prolongs my days ; 
 And ev'ry evening shall make known 
 Some fresh memorial of his grace. 
 
 2 Much of my time has run to waste. 
 
 And I, perhaps, am near my home ; 
 But he forgives my follies past, 
 He gives me strength for days to come. 
 
 3 I lay my body down to sleep : 
 
 Peace' is the pillow for my head, 
 While well-appointed angels keep 
 Their watchful stations round my bed. 
 
 4 Thus, when the night of death shall come, 
 
 My flesh shall rest beneath the ground. 
 And wait Thy voice to break my tomb, 
 With sweet salvation in the sound. 
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FAMILY WORSHIP. 367, 368. 
 
 Watts. 367. c. M. Peterborough. 
 
 Evening. 
 
 1 DREAD Sovereign ! let my evening song 
 
 Like holy incense rise ; 
 Assist the offering of my tongue 
 To reach the lofty skies. 
 
 2 Through all the dangers of the day 
 
 Thy hand was still my guard ; 
 ' And stitl to drive my wants away 
 Thy mercy stood prepar'd. 
 
 3 Perpetual blessings from above 
 
 Encompass me around ; 
 But O how few returns of love 
 Hath my Redeemer found ! 
 
 4 What have I done for him who died 
 
 To save my guilty soul ? 
 
 Alas, my sins are multiplied 
 
 Fast as my minutes roll ! 
 
 5 Yet, with this guilty heart of mine, 
 
 Lord, to thv cross I flee. 
 And to thy grace my soul resign, 
 To be renew'd by thee. 
 
 Parkinson. 368. cm. Farrington. 
 
 Saturday night. 
 
 1 BEGONE, my worldly cares, away ! 
 
 Nor dare to'tempt my sight ; 
 Let me begin th' ensuing day 
 Before I end this night. 
 
 2 Yes, let the work of prayer and praise 
 
 Employ my heart and'tongue. 
 Begin, my soul !— thy sabbath days 
 Can never be too long. 
 
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369, 370. FAMILY <V'ORSHIP. 
 
 3 Let the past mercies of the week 
 
 Excit*a gralelul frame ; 
 Nor let my tongue refuse to speak 
 Some good of Jesus' name. 
 
 4 Jesus !— how pleasing is the sound 
 
 How worthy of my love ! 
 Why is my heart so lifeless found ? 
 Why plac'd no more above ? 
 
 5 Forgive my dulness, dearest Lord, 
 
 And quicken all my powers ; 
 
 Prepare me lo attend thy word, 
 
 To improve the sacred hours. 
 
 6 On wings of expectation borne. 
 
 My hopes to heaven ascend ; 
 
 I long to welcome in the morn, 
 
 The day with thee to spend. 
 
 Epis. Col. :i69. 7. HoUey. 
 
 Nightfall. 
 
 1 SOFTLY, now, the light of day- 
 Fades upon my sight away. 
 Free from care — from labor free, 
 Lord, I would commune with thee. 
 
 2 Soon to me the light of day 
 Shall forever pass away : 
 Then, from sin and sorrow free, 
 Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee ! 
 
 Steele. 3TO. c. m. London. 
 
 Morning. 
 1 GOD of my life, my morning song 
 To thee I cheerful raise ; 
 Thy acts of love 'tis good to sing, 
 And pleasant 'tis to praise. 
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FAMILY WORSHIP. 371. 
 
 2 Preserv'd by thy almighty arm, 
 
 I pass'd the shades of night 
 Serene, and safe from ey'ry harm, 
 To see the morning light. 
 
 3 While numbers spent the night in sighs, 
 
 And restless pains and woes, 
 
 In gentle sleep I clos'd my eyes, 
 
 And rose from sweet repose. 
 
 4 O let thfe same almighty care 
 
 Through all this day attend ; 
 From ev'^ry danger, ev'ry snare 
 My heedless steps defend. 
 
 5 Smile on my minutes as they roll, 
 
 And guide mv future days ; 
 And let thy goodness fill my soul, 
 With gratitude and praise. 
 
 Moravian Col. 371. cm. Medfield. 
 
 Evening. 
 
 1 IN mercy, Lord, remember me 
 
 Through all the hours of night, 
 And grant to me most graciously 
 The safeguard of thy might. 
 
 2 With cheerful heart I close my eyes 
 
 Since thou wilt not remove ; 
 O, in the morning let me rise 
 Rejoicing in thy love. 
 
 3 Or, if this night should prove the last, 
 
 And end my transient days, 
 Lord, take me to thy promis'd rest, 
 Where I may sing tny praise. 
 
372, 373. FAMILY WORSHIP. 
 
 Steele. 372. l. m. Duke Street. 
 
 Evening. 
 
 1 GREAT God, to thee my evening song 
 
 With humble gratitude I raise ; 
 O let thy mercv tune mv tongue, 
 And fill my neart with lively praise. 
 
 2 My days, unclouded as they pass, 
 
 And ev'ry gently-rolling 'hour, 
 Are monuments of wondrous grace, 
 And witness to thy love and power. 
 
 3 Thy love and power, celestial guard ! 
 
 Preserve me from surrounding harm: 
 Can dano^er reach me while the Lord 
 Extends his kind, protecting arm ? 
 
 4 Let this blest hope my eyelids close ; 
 
 With sleep refresh my feeble frame. 
 Safe in thy care may I repose. 
 And wake with praises to thy name. 
 
 Hart. Col. 873. l. m. Canterbury. 
 
 Morning. 
 
 1 WITH thee, great God, the stores of light. 
 
 And stores of darkness, lie ; 
 Thou form'st the sable veil of night, 
 And spread'st it round the sky. 
 
 2 And when, with welcome slumber press'd, 
 
 We close our weary eyes, 
 Thy power unseen secures our rest, 
 And makes us joyful rise. 
 
 3 Numbers, last night, great God, have met 
 
 Their long, eternal doom, 
 And lost the joys of mornmg light 
 In death's tremendous gloom. 
 
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FAMILY WORSHIP. 374, 375. 
 
 4 Numbers on restless beds still lie, 
 
 And still their woes bewail ; 
 While we, by thy kind hand uprais'd, 
 A thousand pleasures feel. 
 
 5 To thee, great God, in thankful songs, 
 
 Our morning thoughts arise : 
 Propitious in thy Son, accept 
 The willing sacrifice. 
 
 CoUyer. 374. l. m. Portugal. 
 
 Nighu 
 
 1 THE night shall hear me raise my song ; 
 And in her silent courts, my tongue 
 Shall pour the solitary lay 
 
 For all the mercies ot the day. 
 
 2 Nor will my God disdain<«o hear 
 The sigh 1 breathe, the fervent prayer, 
 When, sinking to oblivious rest, 
 
 I seek the pillow of his breast. 
 
 3 And when the blushing morn shall rise 
 To tinge with gold the eastern skies, 
 With strength Venew'd, my thankful lay 
 Shall hail the new-born beams of day. 
 
 Union. 375. c. m. Rochester. 
 
 An evening hymn. 
 
 1 INDULGE^^T Father, by whose care 
 
 I've passed another day, 
 Let me this night thy me'rcy share, 
 And teach me how to pray. 
 
 2 Show me my sins, and how to moura 
 
 Mv guilt before thy face ; 
 
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376. FAMILY WORSHIP. 
 
 Direct me, Lord, to Christ alone, 
 And save me by thy ^race. 
 
 3 Guide me through life's uncertain path, 
 
 Nor let me from thee stray ; 
 Preserve my fleeting, mortal breach 
 Through each revolving day. 
 
 4 Let each returning night declare 
 
 The tokens of thy love, 
 And ev'ry hour thy grace prepare 
 My soul for joj-s above. 
 
 5 And when on earth I close mine eyes 
 
 To sleep in death's embrace, 
 Let me to heaven and glory rise 
 To enjoy thy smiling face, 
 
 Y. C. C. 376. s. M. Aylesbury. 
 
 Evening. 
 
 1 THE day is past and gone 
 
 The evening shades appear. 
 O may we all remember well 
 The night of death draws near. 
 
 2 We lay our garments by 
 
 ■ Upon our beds to rest ; 
 So death will soon disrobe us all 
 Of what we here possess. 
 
 3 Lord, keep us safe this night, 
 
 Secure from all our fears ; 
 May angels guard us while we sleep 
 Till morning light appears. 
 
 4 And if we early rise. 
 
 And view th' unwearied sun, 
 May we set out to win the prize, 
 And after glory run. 
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FAMILY WORSHIP. 377, 378. 
 
 5 And when our days are past, 
 And we from tinie remove, 
 O may we in thy bosom rest— 
 The bosom of thy love ! 
 
 H.K.White. 377. CM. Barby. 
 
 Family meeting for worship. 
 
 1 O LORD, another day is flown, 
 
 And we, a lonely band. 
 Are met once more before thy throne 
 To bless thy fost'ring hand. 
 
 2 And' wilt thou bend a list'ning ear 
 
 To praises low as ours ? 
 Thou wilt, for thou dost love to hear 
 The song which meekness pours. 
 
 3 And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign 
 
 As we before thee pray ; 
 For thou didst bless the infant train— 
 And are we less than they ? 
 
 4 O, let ihv grace perform its part, 
 
 And le't contention cease ; 
 And shed abroad in ev'ry heart 
 Thine everlasting peace. 
 
 Liv. Col. 378. CM. Mear. 
 
 Morning or evening. 
 
 1 ON thee, each morning, O my God, 
 
 My waking thoughts attend ; 
 In thee are founded all my hopes, 
 In thee my wishes end . 
 
 2 Mv soul, i-i pleasing wonder lost. 
 
 Thy boundless love surveys ; 
 And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares 
 A sacrifice of praise. 
 
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379. FAMILY AVORSHIP. 
 
 3 When eveoing slumbers press my eyes, 
 
 With his protection blest, 
 
 In peace ana safety I commit 
 
 My weary limbs to rest. 
 
 4 My spirit, in his hand secure, 
 
 Fears no approaching ill ; 
 For, whether waking or asleep, 
 Thou, Lord, art with me still. 
 
 W. 379. L. M. Hamburg. 
 
 Evenin?. 
 
 1 I HEAR them on their gladsome way — 
 
 Soft gentle strains by Christians sung! 
 * O, who would claim this blessed day, 
 
 And leave a Christian's harp unstrung 7 
 
 2 The voice of praise at evening hour 
 
 Steals o'er this wretched heart of mine : 
 I know that man of God, with power. 
 Can make his Saviour's image shine. 
 
 3 Blest circle ! what a glorious throng 
 
 Of angels, from their home on high, 
 Bend now to him to whom belong 
 The praises of the upper sky ! 
 
 4 Ere long, those heaven-horn notes to thee 
 
 Will swell your tide of glory there. 
 And, in the eternal arches free, 
 The blessings of your God will share. 
 
 5 Then praise him till your latest breath 
 
 Goes out upon your trembling tongue, 
 And grasp the tyrant, who is Death, 
 But let the Christian's harp be strung. 
 268 
 
FAMILY WORSHIP. 380, 381, 382. 
 
 Brown. 380. St. Martin's. 
 
 1 ASSEMBLED round thine altar, Lord, 
 
 To lift our hearts in prayer. 
 
 To read the pages of th}' word. 
 
 And learn our duty there : 
 
 2 We ask thy Spirit's guiding ray ; 
 
 Thy presence we implore. 
 Dear Saviour, teach us how to pray, 
 And how to love thee more. 
 
 3 So shall our worship here below ^ 
 
 Resemble that above, 
 Where saints thy endless glory view, 
 And sing redeeming love. 
 
 Lyre. 381. cm. Cambridge. 
 
 Daily mercies. 
 
 1 O GOD, thy gifts of tender love 
 
 Are ev'ry evening new, 
 And morning mercies from above 
 Distil like early dew. 
 
 2 Thou spread'st the curtain of the night 
 
 To guard our sleeping hours ; 
 Thy sovereign word restores the light. 
 And wakes our drowsy powers. 
 
 3 We yield ourselves to thy command, 
 
 To thee devote our days : 
 For constant blessings from thy hand 
 Demand our constant praise. 
 
 Montgomery. 38S. Shirland. 
 
 On removing to a new house. 
 1 IN all my ways, O Lord, 
 I would aclcnowledge thee, 
 
 269 
 
383 
 
 And seek to keep my heart and house 
 From all pollution free. 
 
 2 Where'er I have a tent, 
 
 An altar will I raise ; 
 And thither my oblations bring 
 Of humble prayer and praise. 
 
 3 Could I my wish obtain, 
 
 My household, Lord, should be 
 Devoted to thyself alone — 
 A nursery for thee. 
 
 REVIVAL. 
 
 Palmer. 383. 8. 7. Easter. 
 
 Praise for a revival, 
 
 1 FOUNT of everlasting love! 
 
 Rich thy streams of mercy are — 
 Flowing purely from above. 
 Beauty marks their course afar. 
 
 2 Lo, thy church, thy garden now, 
 
 Blooms beneath th^'heavenly shower ! 
 Sinners feel, and melt, and bow : 
 Mild, yet mighty, is thy power. 
 
 3 God of grace, before thy throne 
 
 Here our warmest thanks we bring. 
 Thine the glory— thine alone: 
 Loudest praise to thee we sing. 
 
 4 Hear, O hear, our grateful song ; 
 
 Let thy spirit still descend ; 
 270 
 
REVIVAL. 3S4, 385. 
 
 Roll the tide of grace along:, 
 
 Widening, deepening, to the end. 
 
 Hoskins. S84. CM. Salem. 
 
 Acts viii. 8. 
 
 1 HOW much the hearts of those revive 
 
 That love and fear the Lord, 
 When sinners dead are made alive 
 By his all-quick 'ning word ! 
 
 2 The ministers of Christ rejoice 
 
 When souls the word receive, 
 When sinners hear the Saviour's voice, 
 And in the Lord believe. 
 
 3 The church of God their praises join, 
 
 And of salvation sing; 
 They glorify the grace divine 
 Of their victorious King. 
 
 4 In heav'n above there's joy and praise 
 
 Before the Lord Most High ; 
 Th' angelic choirs their voices raise, 
 And with each other vie. 
 
 5 Dear Saviour, comfort us to night ; 
 
 Thy work, O Lord, revive ; 
 May we enjoy this noble sight- 
 Dead sinners made alive. 
 
 385. s. M. Troas. 
 
 Revival. Hab. iii. 2. 
 1 REVIVE thy work, O Lord, 
 And send salvation down : 
 Let the sharp arrows of thy word, 
 Now pierce the hearts ot stone. 
 
 271 
 
386. REVIVAL. 
 
 2 Ride in thy prosperous car ; 
 
 Regain thy people lost ; 
 Let thy right hand conduct the war ; 
 Let victory crown thy host. 
 
 3 Thy fainting saints revive ; 
 
 Awaken them that sleep ; 
 Make the dry bones arise and live, 
 And comfort all that weep. 
 
 4 Behold the extensive field 
 
 Throng'd with the heaps of slain ! 
 Though dead in sin, thy power, reveal'd^ 
 Shall make them live again. 
 
 6 Come, O ye wmds of heav'n, 
 Breathe o'er this vale of death ; 
 May the good spirit, richly given, 
 Fill all with praying breath ! 
 
 Ne-wton. 386. l. m. Castle Street, 
 
 Trusting in God. 
 
 1 WHILE I to grief my soul gave way 
 
 To see the work of God decline, 
 Methought I heard the Saviour say, 
 " Dismiss thy fears, the ark is rnine. 
 
 2 " Though for a time I hide my face. 
 
 Rely upon my love and power : 
 
 Still wrestle at the throne of grace,- 
 
 And wait for a reviving hour. 
 
 3 " Take down thy long-neglected harp ; 
 
 I've seen thy tears and heard thy prayer. 
 The winter season has been sharp, 
 
 But spring shall all its wastes repair." 
 
 4 Lord, I obey — my hopes revive. 
 
 Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing. 
 272 
 
REVIVAL. 387, 388. 
 
 Our foes in vain against us strive, 
 
 For God will help and triumph bring. 
 
 Swain. 387. s. m. Lisbon. 
 
 Praise for conversion. 
 
 1 WHO can forbear to sing, 
 
 Who can refuse to praise, 
 When Zion's high, celestial King 
 His saving power displays? 
 
 2 When sinners at his feet, 
 
 By mercy conquer'd, fall ? 
 When grace, and truth, and justice meet, 
 And peace unites them all '? 
 
 3 Who can forbear to praise 
 
 Our high, celestial King, 
 When sovereign, rich, redeeming grace 
 Invites our tongues to sing ? 
 
 Needhara. 388. c. m. Knaresborough. 
 
 Joy in one -,onversion. Luke xv. 10. 
 
 1 O, HOW divine, how sweet the joy, 
 
 When but one sinner turns. 
 And, with a humble, broken heart, 
 His sins and errors mourns ! 
 
 2 Pleas'd with the news, the saints below 
 
 In songs their tongues employ ; 
 Beyond the skies the tidings go, 
 And heav'n is fill'd with joy. 
 
 3 Well pleas'd, the Father sees and hears 
 
 The conscious sinner's moan ; 
 Jesus receives him in his arms, 
 And claims him for his own 
 
 18 273 
 
day. REVIVAL. 
 
 4 Nor angels can their joys contain, 
 But kindle with new fire ; 
 " The sinner lost is found," they sing, 
 And strike the sounding lyre. 
 
 Lyre. 389. l. m. Rothwell. 
 
 Welcome to converts. 
 
 1 CONVERTS to Christ's benignant sway, 
 
 Welcome to Zion's happy hill ; 
 Welcome where zealous hearts obey 
 One blessed law — Immanuel's will. 
 
 2 Welcome to Jesus' gentle reign, 
 
 Free from the foe's malignant eye ; 
 For God has loosed thy tyrant's chain. 
 And love's soft beams its place supply". 
 
 3 But stop — we have not reached our rest ; 
 
 We're pilgrims through a hostile land ; 
 Oft by the foe we're sorely prest, 
 And dangers frown on ev'ry hand, 
 
 4 Yet welcome to our conflict still ; 
 
 Danger has lost its deadly power ; 
 
 Immanuel's hand, with wondrous skill, 
 
 With victory crowns the final hour. 
 
 5 Brethren in Christ ! — by this new name 
 
 Our joyful hearts your coming greet : 
 Joyful, yet trembling, lest we shame 
 
 That cause in which our hearts now meet. 
 
 6 Yet look to Christ, our Captain, King! 
 
 His arm can shield our dangerous way. 
 And safe each faithful soul will bring 
 Up to his courts of endless dav. 
 274 
 
REVIVAL. 390, 391. 
 
 lly. 390, 8.7.4. Zion. 
 
 Isaiah iii. 7. 
 
 1 ON the mountain's top appearing, 
 
 Lo, the sacred herald stands ! 
 Welcopme news to Zion bearing — 
 Zion long in hostile lands. 
 
 Mourning captivCj 
 God himself will loose thy bands. 
 
 2 Has thy night been long and mournful? 
 
 All thy friends unfaithful prov'd ? 
 
 Have thy foes been proud and scornful. 
 
 By thy sighs and tears unmov'd ? 
 
 Cease thy mourning, 
 Zion still is well belov'd. 
 
 3 God, thy God, will now restore thee! 
 
 He himseit appears thy friend. 
 All thy foes shall flee before thee : 
 Here their boasts and triumphs end. 
 
 Great deliv'rance 
 Zion's King vouchsafes to send. 
 
 4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee ; 
 
 All thy warfare now is past j^ 
 God, thy Saviour, shall defend thee ; 
 Peace and joy are come at last ; 
 
 All thy conflicts 
 End in everlr.sting rest. 
 
 C. C. 391. c. p. M. Ganges. 
 
 Revival blessings. 
 1 THE Lord into his garden comes : 
 The spices yield their rich perfumes ; 
 
 The lilies grow and thrive ; 
 Refreshing showers of grace divine, 
 275 
 
391. REVIVAL. 
 
 From Jesus flow to ev'ry vine, 
 And make the dead revive. 
 
 2 This makes the dry and barren ground 
 In springs of water to abound, 
 
 And fruitful soil become ; 
 The desert blossoms like the rose 
 When Jesus conquers all his foes, 
 
 And makes his people one. 
 
 3 The glorious time is rolling on ; 
 The gracious work is now begun ; 
 
 My soul a witness is. 
 Come, taste and see the pardon free 
 To all mankind, as well as me. 
 
 Who come to Christ may live. 
 
 4 The worst of sinners here may find 
 A Saviour, pitiful and kind, 
 
 Who will them all relieve. 
 None are too late, if they repent. 
 Out of one sinner legions went : 
 
 Jesus did him receive. 
 
 6 Come, brethren, you that love the Lord, 
 Who taste the sweetness of his word, 
 
 In Jesus' ways go on. 
 Our troubles and our trials here 
 Will only make us richer there 
 When we arrive at home. 
 
 6 There we shall reign, and shout and sing, 
 And make the upper regions ring, 
 
 When all the saints get home. 
 Come on, come on, my brethren dear ! 
 Soon we shall meet together there, 
 For Jesus bids us come. 
 276 
 
REVIVAL. 392, 393. 
 
 Village. 39^. 7. Nuremburg. 
 
 The little cloud. 1 Kings xviii. 44. 
 
 1 SAW ye not the cloud arise 
 Little as a human hand ? 
 
 Now it spreads along the skies — 
 Hangs o'er all the thirsty land. 
 
 2 Lo, the promise of a shower 
 
 Drops already from above : 
 But the Lord will shortly pour 
 All tlie blessings of his love. 
 
 3 When he first the work begun, 
 
 Small and feeble was his day. 
 
 Now the word doth swiftly run ; 
 
 Now it wins its wid'ning way. 
 
 4 Sons of God, your Saviour praise ! 
 
 He the door hath open'd wide ; 
 He hath giv'n the word of grace ; 
 Jesus' word is glorified. 
 
 Beddome. 303* l. m. Antigua. 
 
 Joy in the reign of Christ. 
 
 1 REJOICE, for Christ, the Saviour, reigns. 
 
 He spreads his triumphs all abroad. 
 And sinners, freed from endless pains, 
 Own him their Saviour and their God. 
 
 2 His sons and daughters from afar 
 
 Daily at Zion's gate arrive ; 
 Those who were dead in sin before 
 By sov'reign grace are made alive. 
 
 3 O, may his conquests still increase, 
 
 And ev'ry foe his power subdue, 
 While angels celebrate his praise, 
 And saints his growing glories show. 
 277 
 
394. MISSIONARY CONCERT. 
 
 4 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb 
 From all below, from all above ; 
 In lofty songs exalt his name — 
 In songs as lofty as his love. 
 
 MISSIONARY CONCERT. 
 
 Collyer. 394, l. m. St. Paul's. 
 
 For missionary associations. 
 
 1 ASSEMBLED at thy great command, 
 Before thy face, dread King, we stand ; 
 The voice that marshall'd ev'ry star 
 Has call'd thy people from afar. 
 
 2 We meet, through distant lands to spread 
 The truth for which the martyrs blea ; 
 Along the line — to either pole — 
 
 The thunder of thy praise to roll. 
 
 3 First bow our hearts beneath thy sway ; 
 Then give thy growing empire way 
 O'er wastes of sin, o'er fields of blood, 
 Till all mankind shall be subdued. 
 
 4 Our prayers assist — accept our praise— 
 Our liopes revive — our courage raise — 
 Our counsels aid — and O impart 
 
 The single eye, the faithful heart ! 
 
 5 Forth with thy chosen heralds come ; 
 Recall the wand'ring spirit home. 
 From Zion's mount send forth the sound 
 To spread the spacious earth around. 
 
 278 
 
MISSIOiXARY CONCERT. 395, 396. 
 
 Hooker's Col. 395. l. m. Blendon. 
 
 Prayer for the spread of the Gospel. Psalm xliii. 3. 
 
 1 BRIGHT as the sun's meridian blaze, 
 Vast as the blessings he conveys 
 Wide as his reign from pole to pole, 
 And permanent as his control : 
 
 2 So, Jesus, let thv kingdom come ; 
 Then sin and helPs terrific gloom 
 Shall, at his brightness, flee away— 
 The dawn of an eternal day. 
 
 3 Then shall the heathen, filled with awe, 
 Learn the blest knowledge of thy law ; 
 And Antichrist, on every shore, 
 
 Fall from his throne to rise no more. 
 
 4 Then shall thy lofty praise resound 
 
 On Afric's shores, through India's ground ; 
 And islands of the southern sea 
 Shall stretch their eager arms to thee. 
 
 5 Then shall the Jew and Gentile meet 
 In pure devotion at thy feet ; 
 
 And earth shall yield thee, as thy due, 
 Her fulness, and her glory too. 
 
 Winchell'sSup. 396. 8. 7. 4. Sic. Hy 
 
 1 NOW we hail the happy dawning 
 
 Of the gospel's glorious light : 
 
 May it take the wings of morning, 
 
 And dispel tlie shades of night. 
 
 Blessed Saviour, 
 Let our eyes behold the sight. 
 
 2 Let the worid, O Lord, adore thee ; 
 
 Universal be thy fame ; 
 
 mn. 
 
397, 39S. MISSIONARY CONCERT. 
 
 Kings and subjects fall before thee, 
 -And extol thy matchless name ; 
 
 All ascribing 
 Endless praises to the Lamb. 
 
 Tappan. 397. l. m. Dunstan 
 
 ^ ^^W ' ^'■^ >'°" ^^^'ds ^s heard the strain 
 yt joy and praise ascending high. 
 ^'^ song of Zion cheers the plain ; 
 The desert breathes the contrite's sigh. 
 
 2 Now true religion rears her throne 
 
 Where superstition darkly trod • 
 
 And, where his altar Avas unknown, 
 
 iJnnumber'd temples rise to God. 
 
 3 Raise your glad songs, ye choirs, on hio-h • 
 
 balvation to the heathen flows ! 
 Let anthems roll along the sky .- 
 The desert blossoms like the rose .' 
 
 Voke. 398. L.M. Effingham. 
 
 Prospect of success, or encouragement to use means. 
 
 Isa. XXXV. I. 
 
 ^ S?^?^P ^^® expected lime draw near, 
 1 he shades disperse, the dawn appear ; 
 cehold the wilderness assume 
 The beauteous tints of Eden's bloom. 
 
 J Events with prophecies conspire 
 To raise our faith, our zeal to fire • 
 The ripening fields, already white, 
 I resent a harvest to our sight. 
 
 3 The untaught heathen waits to know 
 The joy the gospel will bestow ; 
 The exiled slave wails to receive 
 The freedom Jesus has to jrive 
 280 
 
MISSIONARY CONCERT. 399, 40Q. 
 
 4 Come, let us, with a grateful heart, 
 In the bless'd labor share a part ; 
 Our prayers and offerings gladly bring- 
 To aid the triumphs of our King. 
 
 Sigourney. 399. 8. 7. Greenville. 
 
 1 ONWARD, onward, men of heaven ! 
 
 Bear the gospel banner high. 
 Rest not till its light is given, 
 
 Star of ev'ry pagan sky. 
 Send it where' the pilgrim stranger 
 
 Faints 'neath Asia's vertic ray ; 
 Bid the red-brow'd forest ranger 
 
 Hail it ere it fades away. 
 
 2 Where the Arctic ocean thunders, 
 
 Where the tropics fiercely glow. 
 Broadly spread its page of wonders, 
 
 Brightly did its radiance flow. 
 India marks its lustre stealing ; 
 
 Shivering Greenland loves its rays ; 
 Afric, mid her deserts kneeling. 
 
 Lifts the untaught strain of praise. 
 
 3 Rude in speech, or grim in feature. 
 
 Dark in spirit, though they be. 
 Show that light to every creature. 
 
 Prince or vassal, bond or free. 
 Lo ! they haste to every nation ; 
 
 Host on hosts the ranks supply ; 
 Onward ! Christ is your salvation. 
 
 And your death, is victory. 
 
 Beddome. 400. l. m. Arnheim. 
 
 Thy kingdom come. Mat. vi. 10. 
 1 ASCEND thy throne, almighty King, 
 And spread' thv glories all abroad ; 
 281 
 
401. MISSIONARY CONCERT. 
 
 Let thy own arm salvation bring-, 
 And be thou known, the gracious God. 
 
 2 Let millions bow before thy seat ; 
 
 Let humble mourners seek thy face ; 
 Brin| daring rebels to thy feet, 
 Subdu'd by thy victorious grace. 
 
 3 O, let the kingdoms of the world 
 
 Become the kingdoms of the Lord ; 
 Let saints and angels praise thy name; 
 Be thou through heav'n and earth ador'd. 
 
 Reed's Col. 401. h. m. Darnell. 
 
 1 HARK! hark !— the notes of joy 
 
 Roll o'er the heav'nly plains, 
 And seraphs find employ 
 
 For their sublimest strains : 
 Some new delight in heav'n is known — 
 Loud sing the harps around the throne. 
 
 2 Hark ! hark !— the sounds draw nigh ; 
 
 The joyful hosts descend ; 
 Jesus forsakes the sky ; 
 
 To earth his footsteps bend. 
 He comes to bless our fallen race ; 
 He comes with messages of grace. 
 
 3 Bear, bear the tidings round ; 
 
 Let every mortal know 
 What love in God is found, 
 
 What pity he can show. 
 Ye winds that blow, ye waves that roll, 
 Bear tlie glad news from pole to pole. 
 
 4 Strike, strike the harps again 
 
 To great Immanuel's name ; 
 Arise, ye sons of men. 
 And all his grace proclaim. 
 282 
 
MISSIONARY CONCERT. 402,403. 
 
 Angels and men, wake ev'ry string; 
 'Tis God, the Saviour's, praise we sing. 
 
 Pratt's Col. 409. 7. 6. Miss. Hymn. 
 
 1 ROLL on, thou mighty ocean ! 
 
 And, as thy billows flow, 
 Bear messengers of mercy 
 
 To every land below. 
 Arise, ye gales, and waft them 
 
 Safe 'to the destin'd shore. 
 That man may sit in darkness, 
 
 And death's black shade, no more. 
 
 2 O thou eternal Ruler, 
 
 Who holdest in thine arm 
 The tempests of the ocean ! 
 
 Protect them from all harm. 
 Thy presence e'er be with them 
 
 Wherever they may be : 
 Though far from us who love them, 
 
 Still let them be with thee. 
 
 Voke. 403. L. M. Rockingham. 
 
 Prayer for the spread of the Gospel. Ps. ii. 8. 
 
 1 THY people, Lord, who trust thy word. 
 
 And wait the smilings of thy face. 
 Assemble round thy mercy-seat. 
 And plead the promise of thy grace. 
 
 2 We consecrate these hours to thee, 
 
 Thy sovereign mercy to intreal ; 
 And feel some animating hope 
 We shall divine acceptance meet. 
 
 3 Hast thou not sworn to give thy Son 
 
 To be a light to Gentile lands ? 
 To open the benighted eye. 
 
 And loose the wretched pris'ners bands ? 
 283 
 
404. MISSIONARY CONCERT. 
 
 4 Hast thou not said, from sea to sea 
 
 His vast dominion shall extend '? 
 
 That ev'ry tongue shall call him Lord, 
 
 And ev'ry knee before him bend ? 
 
 5 Now let the hap]»y time appear — 
 
 The time to favor Zion come. 
 Send forth thy heralds far and near 
 To call thy'banish'd children home. 
 
 Bp. Heber. 404. 7. 6. Miss. H5nim. 
 
 1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains, 
 
 From India's coral strand. 
 Where Afric's sunny fountains 
 
 Roll down their golden sand — 
 From many an ancient river, 
 
 From many a palmy plain, 
 They call us to deliver 
 
 Their land from error's chain. 
 
 2 What though the spicy breezes 
 
 Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle? 
 Though ev'ry prospect pleases, 
 
 And only man is vile '.' 
 In vain with lavish kindness 
 
 The gifts of God are strown : 
 The heathen in his blindness 
 
 Bows down to wood and stone. 
 
 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 
 
 With wisdom from on high. 
 Shall we to men benighted 
 
 The lamp of life deny? 
 Salvation ! O salvation ! 
 
 The joyful sound proclaim, 
 Till earth's remotest nation 
 
 Has learned Messiah's name. 
 
 284 
 
MISSIONARY CO>'CERT. 405, 406. 
 
 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his stor^^, 
 
 And you, ye waters, roll, 
 Till, like a s'ea of glory, 
 
 It spreads from pole to pole ; 
 Till o'er our ransom'd nature. 
 
 The Lamb for sinners slain, 
 Redeemer, King, Creator, 
 
 In bliss returns to reign. 
 
 Rippon. 405. L. M. Nazareth. 
 
 A -blessing on missionaries desired. 
 
 1 WHERE'ER the blustering nbrth wind blows, 
 And spreads its frost or fleecy snows ; 
 Where'er the sun, with quick''ning ray, 
 Shines all abroad and gives the day : 
 
 2 Where'er the lesser orbs of light 
 
 Dart forth their beams and gild the night ;— 
 There may his heralds loud proclaim 
 The Saviour's love, the Saviour's name. 
 
 3 For works so pleasing, so benign, 
 Lord, grant thy influences divine, 
 Till all the spacious globe around 
 With raplur'd songs of praise resound. 
 
 406. L. M. Quito. 
 
 Missionary meeting. 
 
 1 INDULGENT God of love and pow'r, 
 Be with us at this solemn hour ! 
 Smile on our souls, our plans approve 
 By which we seek to spread thy love. 
 
 2 Let each discordant thought be gone, 
 And love unite our hearts in one ; 
 Let all we have and are combine 
 
 To forward objects so divine. 
 
 285 
 
407, 408. MISSIONARY CONCERT. 
 
 Kelly. 407. 8. 7. 4. Oliphant, 
 
 Men of God. 
 
 1 MEN of God, go take your stations ! 
 
 Darkness reigns throughout the earth. 
 Go, proclaim among the nations 
 Joyful news of heavenly birth ; 
 
 Bear the tidings 
 Of the Saviour's matchless worth. 
 
 2 What though earth and hell united 
 
 Should oppose the Saviour's plan ? 
 Plead his cause, nor be affrighted : 
 Fear ye not the face of man. 
 
 Vain their tumult : 
 Stop his work they never can. 
 
 3 When exposed to fearful dangers, 
 
 Jesus will his own defend : 
 Borne afar 'midst foes and strangers, 
 Jesus will appear your friend : 
 
 And his presence 
 Shall be with you to the end. 
 
 C. Index. 408. HoUy. 
 
 Cry for missionaries. Acta xvi. 9. 
 
 1 HARK ! from Burmah's darken'd shore 
 
 Sounds the Macedonian cry. 
 Dying Pagans help implore : 
 '" Help, O help us ere we die ! 
 
 2 Give us all the Sacred Word ; 
 
 Teachers too our feet to guide ; 
 Point us to the only Lord 
 Who for guilty rebels died." 
 
 3 Hark ! another sad complaint. 
 
 Burmah's teachers raise the cry : 
 286 
 
3IISS10XARY CONCERT. 409. 
 
 " Send us helpers— we are faint- 
 Some are gone, and soon we die. 
 
 4 See, the spreading harvest stands 
 
 Waving in the Spirit's breeze- 
 Ripened lor the reaper's hands. 
 Saints of God, the sickle seize." 
 
 5 Hark ! a brother's voice replies. 
 
 " Burmah's sorrows touch my breast : 
 Let me point those darkened eyes 
 To the realm of endless rest, 
 
 6 " Love compels me there to dwell, 
 
 There to spend my fleeting breath ; 
 Joys of sense, farewell, farewell ! 
 Welcome sorrow, hardship, death." 
 
 7 Brother, fly to Burmah's shore ; 
 
 Guide the wanderer to the skies ; 
 When the toils of life are o'er, 
 May you seize the heavenly prize. 
 
 N. y. E. 409. H. M. Carmathen, 
 
 1 WHAT notes assail mine ear, 
 
 Borne on by every gale ! 
 Soul-piercing'shrieks I hear— 
 
 The heathen's dying wail. 
 My blood in ev'ry vein it thrills, 
 And my whole heart with pity fills. 
 
 2 For them no cheering light 
 
 Illumes the opening tomb. 
 Beyond, is dismal night, 
 
 And darkest, densest gloom. 
 No offer'd grace dispels their fears 
 No world of bliss to them appears. 
 
 3 Must these poor souls descend 
 
 To regions of despair, 
 
 2S7 
 
410,411. MISSIONARY CONCERT. 
 
 And never know the friend 
 
 Whose mercy pain would spare ? 
 Dear brethren, no — before they die, 
 O let us to their rescue fly. 
 
 Bowling. 410, 7. Watchman. 
 
 Isaiah xxi. 11. 
 
 1 WATCHMAN, tell us of the night, 
 
 What its signs of promise are. 
 Traveller ! o'er yon mountain's height 
 
 See that glory-beaming star I 
 Watchman, does its beauteous ray 
 
 Aught of hope or joy foretell ? 
 Traveller ! yes— it brings the day, 
 
 Promised"day, of Israel. 
 
 2 Watchman, tell us of the night ; 
 
 Higher yet that star ascends. 
 Traveller, blessedness and light. 
 
 Peace and truth, its course portends ! 
 Watchman, will its beams alone 
 
 Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
 Traveller, ages are its own : 
 
 See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 
 
 3 Watchman, tell us of the night : 
 
 For the morning seems to dawn. 
 Traveller, darkness takes its flight ; 
 
 Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
 Watchman, let thy wanderings cease; 
 
 Hie thee to thy'quiet home ! 
 Traveller, lo ! the Prince of peace, 
 
 Lo, the Son of God, is come ! 
 
 Baldwin. 411. 8. 7. 4. Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 The parting scene. 
 1 SEE that ship, her sails now bending, 
 Destin'd far to Indian seas ; 
 288 
 
MISSIONARY CONCERT. 411. 
 
 See her canvass, wide extending, 
 Catch the ling'ring wished-for breeze ; 
 Richly freighted 
 With ambassadors of peace. 
 
 2 While the crowd were silent standing, 
 Solemn prayer devoutly flow'd ; 
 Clouds of incense like, ascending 
 
 Up before the throne of God, 
 
 For our brethren, 
 While they're sailing o'er the flood. 
 
 3 Go, 3'e"heralds of salvation. 
 Go, proclaim redeeming blood ; 
 Publish to that barb'rous nation 
 Peace and pardon from our God. 
 
 Tell the heathens 
 None but Chbist can do them good. 
 
 3 While the gospel trump 3'ou're sounding 
 May the Spirit seal the word ; 
 And, through sov'reign grace abounding, 
 BuHMA>-s bow and own the Lord. 
 Idols leaving, 
 God alone shall be ador'd. 
 
 6 Distant though our souls are bending. 
 Still our hearts are warm and true ; 
 In our prayers to heav'n ascending. 
 Brethren, we'll remember you. 
 
 Heav'n preserve you 
 Safely all your voyage through. 
 
 6 When your mission here is finish'd. 
 And your work on earth is done. 
 May your souls, by grace replenish'd, 
 Find acceptance through the Son : 
 
 Thence admitted, 
 Dwell forever near his throne. 
 19 289 
 
412. MISSIONARY CONCERT. 
 
 7 Loud hosannas now resounding 
 Make the heaven'ly arches ring ; 
 Grace to sinful men abounding, 
 Ransom'd millions sweetly sing, 
 
 While with rapture 
 All adore their heav'nly King. 
 
 Williams. 412. 8.7.4. Oliphant. 
 
 Hills of darkness. 
 
 1 O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness 
 
 Look, my soul — be still, and gaze. 
 All the promises do travail 
 
 With a glorious day of grace. 
 Blessed jubilee. 
 Let thy glorious morning dawn, 
 
 2 Let the Indian, let the Negro, 
 
 Let the rude Barbarian, see 
 That divine and glorious conquest 
 
 Once obtain'd on Calvarj'. 
 Let the gospel 
 Soon resound from pole to pole. 
 
 3 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness. 
 
 Grant them, Lord, the glorious light ; 
 And from eastern coast to western 
 
 May the morning chase the night ; 
 And redemption, 
 Freely purchased, win the day. 
 
 4 May the glorious day approaching 
 
 Thine eternal love proclaim, 
 And the everlasting gospel 
 Spread abroad thy holy name 
 O'er the borders 
 Of the great Immanuel's land. 
 290 ' 
 
MISSIONARY CONCERT. 413. 
 
 5 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel ! 
 Win and conquer — never cease. 
 May thy lasting wide dominions 
 Multiply, and still increase. 
 Sway thy sceptre, 
 Saviour, all the world around. 
 
 Lyre. 413. 7. 6. Colebrook. 
 
 Soldiers of the cross. 
 
 1 SOLDIERS of the cross, arise! 
 Lo, your leader from the skies 
 Waves before you glory's prize, 
 
 The prize of victory. 
 Seize your armor — gird it on ; 
 The battle's yours — it will be won ; 
 Though fierce the strife, 'twill soon be done. 
 
 Then struggle manfully. 
 
 2 Jesus conquer'd when he fell ; 
 Met and vanquish'd earth and hell. 
 Now he leads you on to swell 
 
 The triumphs of his cross. 
 Though all earth and hell appear, 
 Who will doubt or who can iear? 
 " God, our strength and shield," is near : 
 
 We cannot lose our cause. 
 
 3 Onward, then, ye hosts of God ! 
 Jesus points the victor's rod ; 
 Follow where your leader trod ; 
 
 You soon shall see his face. 
 Soon, your enemies all slain, 
 The crown of glory you shall gain, 
 And walk among that glorious trsda 
 
 Who shout their Saviour's praise. 
 291 
 
414, 415. MISSIONARY CONCERT. 
 
 Voke. 414. L. M. Hamburg. 
 
 Invitation to propagate the gospel. Isa. Lxli. 
 
 1 GO, favor'd people, and proclaim 
 
 The kind Redeemer you have found ; 
 Publish his ever-precious name 
 To all the wond'ring nations round. 
 
 2 Go, tell the panting sable chief, 
 
 On Ethiopia's scorching sand, 
 You come, with a refreshing stream, 
 To cheer and bless his thirsty land. 
 
 3 Go, tell the distant isles afar, 
 
 That lie in darkness and the grave, 
 You come, a glorious light to show — 
 You come, their souls to seek and save. 
 
 4 Go, tell on India's golden shores 
 
 Of a rich treasure, more refin'd ; 
 And tell them, though they'll scarce believe, 
 You come the friend of human kind. 
 
 5 Say. the religion you profess 
 
 Is all benevolence and love ; , 
 And by its own divine effects 
 Its heav'nly origin will prove. 
 
 Bristol Col. 415. 8. 7. 4. Oliphant. 
 
 Zion's increase prayed for. Ps. xiv. 3, 5. 
 
 1 GIRD thy sword on, mighty Saviour ; 
 
 Make the word of truth thy car; 
 Prosper in thy course, triumphant ; 
 All success" attend thy war ; 
 
 Gracious victor, t 
 
 Bring thy trophies from afar. 
 
 2 Majesty combin'd with meekness, 
 
 Righteousness and peace unite 
 292 
 
MISSIONARY CONCERT. 416, 417. 
 
 To ensure thy blessed conquests. 
 Take possession of thy right ; 
 
 Ride triumphant, 
 Deck'd in robes of purest light. 
 
 3 Blest are they that touch thy sceptre ; 
 Blest are all that own thy reign ; 
 Freed from sin, that worst of tyfants, 
 Rescu'd from its galling chain ; 
 
 Saints and angels. 
 All who know thee, bless thy reign. 
 
 Francis. 4116. 8. 7. Worthington. 
 
 1 WHILE the heralds of salvation 
 
 God's abounding grace proclaim, 
 Let his friends of ev'ry station 
 Gladly join to spread his name. 
 
 2 May his kingdom be promoted ; 
 
 May the world the Saviour know. 
 Be my all to him devoted ; 
 To my Lord my all I owe. 
 ♦ 
 
 3 Praise the Saviour, all ye nations ; 
 
 Praise him, all ye hosts above ; 
 Shout, with joyful acclamations, 
 His divine, victorious love. 
 
 Lyre. 417. ^ 8. 7. 4. Tamworth. 
 
 Dependence on God. 
 1 WHO, but thou, almighty Spirit, 
 Can the heathen world' reclaim? 
 Men may preach, but till thou favor 
 Heathens wilt be still the same. 
 
 Mighty Spirit ! 
 Witness to the Saviour's name. 
 
 293 
 
418. MISSIONARY CONCERT. 
 
 2 Thou hast promised, by the prophets, 
 
 Glorious light in latter days : 
 Come, and bless bewildered nations ; 
 Change our prayers and tears to praise ; 
 
 Promised Spirit ! 
 Round the world diffuse thy rays. 
 
 3 All our hopes and prayers and labors 
 
 Must be vain without thine aid. 
 But thou wilt not disappoint us : 
 All is true that thou hast said. 
 
 Faithful Spirit ! 
 O'er the world thine influence shed. 
 
 Logan. 4:18. CM. Geneva. 
 
 Isaiah ii. 2. 
 
 1 BEHOLD ! the mountain of the Lord 
 
 In latter days shall rise 
 Above the mountains and the hills, 
 And draw the wondering eyes. 
 
 2 To this the joyful nations round, 
 
 All tribes and tongues, shall flow; 
 " Up to the hill of God," they say, 
 " And to his courts, we'll go." 
 
 3 The beams that shine on Zion's hill 
 
 Shall lighten ev'ry land ; 
 The King who reigns in Zion's towers 
 Shall all the world command. 
 
 4 No longer hosts encountering hosts, 
 
 Their millions slain deplore : 
 They hang the trumpet in the hall, 
 And study war no more. 
 
 5 Come, then, O come, from every land 
 
 To worship at his shrine ; 
 294 
 
MISSIONARY CONCERT. 419, 420. 
 
 And, walking in the light of God, 
 With holy beauties shine. 
 
 N. Y. E. 419. 8.7.4. Sicilian. 
 
 Cry for help. 
 
 1 GO where Persian flocks are feeding 
 
 On the dark Euphrates' side ; 
 Go where souls for light are pleading, 
 Of the lamp of life denied. 
 
 Souls benighted, 
 Of the lamp of life denied. 
 
 2 Hear the cry for help prevailing 
 
 Over tempest, wind, and wave ! 
 Full of agony and wailing — 
 Haste these dying souls to save. 
 
 Christian pilgrim. 
 Haste these dymg souls to save. 
 
 3 See the heathen lowly bending 
 
 To that soulless idol god, 
 And the solemn priest pretending 
 To appease with human blood. 
 
 See the heathen 
 Bending to their idol god. 
 
 4 Zion, send to ev'rv nation 
 
 Heralds of the Prince of peace ; 
 Spread the knowledge of salvation 
 tFnlil sin and sorrow cease. 
 
 Pray, O Zion ! 
 Pray, till sin and sorrow cease. 
 
 E. B. L. 4S0. L. M. Uxbridge, 
 
 The missionary leaving home. 
 1 FAR from the home of infancy. 
 
 Blest with thy fervent, faith'ful prayers, 
 295 
 
421. MISSIONARY CONCERT. 
 
 I go, my mother, o'er the sea, 
 And leave thee, friend of early years, 
 
 2 But can I hear to say farewell ? 
 
 My mother ! — at that tender name, 
 Alas, can human language tell 
 
 The sorrow that o'erpowers my frame ? 
 
 3 But Jesus calls, and I must go 
 
 To hear his banner o'er the wave, 
 Proclaiming pardon to the foe. 
 
 And blood- bought pardon to the slave. 
 
 4 " Yes, go," replied the mother meek, 
 
 " My earthly kope, my joy, my stay. 
 These sighs and tears my anguish speak ; 
 But Jesus calls and I obey. 
 
 5 " Go teach the nations his dear name. 
 
 And though on earth no more we meet, 
 In heaven we'll join the loud amen 
 With ransomed heathen at his feet." 
 
 P. H. B. 431. CM. Cambridge. 
 
 For the seamen's concert. 
 
 1 WE come, O Lord, before thy throne, 
 
 And, with united pleas, 
 We meet and pray for those who roam 
 Far off upon the seas. 
 
 2 O may the Holy Spirit bow 
 
 The sailor's heart to thee, 
 Till tears of deep repentance flow 
 Like rain-drops in the sea. 
 
 3 Then may a Saviour's dying love 
 
 Pour peace into his breast. 
 And waft him to the port above i 
 
 Of everlasting rest. 
 296 
 
MISSIONARY CONCERT. 422, 423. 
 
 ^ H. B. 422> L. M. Hebron- 
 
 For the seamen's concert.. Isa. Ix. 5. 
 
 1 GRANT the abundance of the sea 
 May be converted, Lord, to thee, 
 And every sailor on the shore 
 Return to God to roam no more. 
 
 2 O may the humble, pious tar 
 Bear the Redeemer's name afar, 
 Till heathen lips shall learn the song 
 Of Zion-from the sailor's tongue. 
 
 3 The nations, then, with joy shall hail 
 The Bethel flag in every sail ; 
 
 And every ship that ploughs the sea 
 A gospel messenger shall be. 
 
 4 Hasten, O Lord, that glorious day 
 When seamen shall thy word obey, 
 And safe from port to port be driven 
 To point a ruin'd world to heaven. 
 
 Montgomery. 423. 7. Benevento. 
 
 Song of jubilee. Rev. xiv. 2, 3. 
 
 1 HARK! the song of jubilee, 
 
 Loud as mighty thunders roar, 
 Or the fulness of the sea, 
 
 When it breaks upon the shore : — 
 Hallelujah ! for the Lord 
 
 God omnipotent shall reign ; 
 Hallelujah ! let the word 
 
 Echo round the earth and mam. 
 
 2 Hallelujah !— hark ! the sound, 
 
 From the depth unto the skies. 
 Wakes above, beneath, around, 
 All creation's harmonies. 
 
424. MISSIONARY CONCERT. 
 
 See Jehovah's banner furl'd ; 
 
 Sheath'd his sword ; he speaks— 'tis done 
 And the kingdoms of this world 
 
 Are the kingdoms of his Son. 
 
 3 He shall reign from pole to pole 
 
 With illimitahle sway: 
 He^shall reign, when, like a scroll, 
 
 Yonder heav'ns have pass'd away 
 Then the end;— beneath his rod 
 
 Man's last enemv shall fall. 
 Hallelujah .'—Christ in God, 
 
 God in Christ, is all in all. 
 
 Godwin. 424:. 7. Edyfield. 
 
 Sabbatic year. Lev. xxv. S— 13. 
 
 1 GOD of sabbaths, Israel's Lord, 
 Thee we'll praise with one accord. 
 Hear our humble, earnest prayer, 
 " Haste the great sabbatic year." 
 
 2 Now thy glory to us show ; 
 Give a taste of heav'n below; 
 Lord, to thee we bow in prayer — 
 " Haste the great sabbatic year." 
 
 3 Now the captive sinner free ; 
 Now declare thy jubilee ; 
 
 Now accomplish this our prayer, 
 " Haste the great sabbatic year."' 
 
 4 Now the senseless sinner wound ; 
 Let the strong man arm'd be found ; 
 Spread thy gospel, hear our prayer, ' ; 
 " Haste the great sabbatic year." 
 
 5 [Now thy word with power endue ; 
 Let it wound and quicken too ; 
 
 298 
 
MISSIONARY CONCERT. 425. 
 
 Make them fly to thee in prayer ; 
 "Haste the great sabbatic year." 
 
 6 Now let thoughtless souls awake ; 
 All their follies now forsake ; 
 Answer, Lord, our daily prayer, 
 
 " Haste the great sabbatic year."] 
 
 7 Brin^ the joyful sabbath on ; 
 Let the gospel tidings run ; 
 Then in ceaseless praise we'll sing 
 Hallelujah to our King. 
 
 S. F. Smith. " 425, 8. 7. 4. Oliphant. 
 
 Missionary's farewell. 
 
 1 YES, my native land, I love thee ; 
 
 All thy scenes, I love them well. 
 Friends, connections, happy country, 
 Can I bid you all farewell 7 
 
 Can I leave you, 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 
 
 2 Home ! thy joys are passing lovely — 
 
 Joys no stranger-heart can tell ! 
 Happy home ! 'tis sure I love thee ! 
 Cfan I— can I— say, farewell ? 
 
 Can I leave thee, 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 
 
 3 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure, 
 
 Holy days, and Sabbath bell. 
 Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure ! 
 Can I sav a last farewell 7 
 
 Can I leave you. 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 
 
 4 Yes, I hasten from you gladly — 
 
 From the scenes I loved so well. 
 299 
 
426. MISSIONARY CONCERT. 
 
 Far away, ye billows, bear me ; 
 Lovely native land, farewell ! 
 
 Pleased I leave thee, 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell. 
 
 6 In the deserts let me labor ; 
 On the mountains let me tell 
 How he died— the blessed Saviour— 
 To redeem a world from hell ; 
 
 Let me hasten. 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell. 
 
 6 Bear me on, thou restiess ocean ; 
 Let the winds my canvass swell. 
 Heaves my heart with warm emotion 
 While I go far hence to dwell. 
 
 Glad I hid thee. 
 Native Isind, farewell, farewell. 
 
 Dwight's Sup. 4*26. c. M. Dundee. 
 
 The angel having the everlasiing gospel. Rev. xi. 15. 
 
 1 THE mighty ansfel, to whose hand 
 
 The word of life is giv'n. 
 Waves his broad wing o'er sea and land, 
 And, soaring, cleaves the heav'n. 
 
 2 And say, shall aught oppose his flight, 
 
 Or cloud his flaming scroll ? 
 No!— not till truth with holy light 
 Shall visit ev'ry soul ; 
 
 3 Not till blest peace shall spring to birth, 
 
 And hatred sheath his sword ; 
 Not till the nations of the earth 
 Are subject to the Lord. 
 300 
 
MISSIONARY CONCERT. 427,428. 
 
 ^Wight's Sup. 497. L. M. Old Hundred. 
 
 The new creation. 
 
 1 FROM day to day, before our eyes, 
 
 Grows and extends the work begun. 
 When shall the new creation rise 
 O'er every land beneath the sua? 
 
 2 When in the sabbath of his love 
 
 Shall God from all his labors rest ; 
 And, bending from his throne above, 
 Again pronounce his creatures blest 1 
 
 3 As sang the morning stars of old, 
 
 Shouted the sons of God for joy. 
 His widening reign while we behold 
 Let praise and prayer our tongues employ, 
 
 4 Till the redeem'd in every clime, 
 
 Yea, all that breathe, and move, and live, 
 To Christ, through every age of time. 
 The kingdom, power, and glory give. 
 
 Marsden. 498. 7. Edyfield. 
 
 1 GO, ye messengers of God ! 
 
 Like the beams of morning fly; 
 Take the wonder-working rod ; 
 Wave the banner-cross on high. 
 
 2 Go to each bright tropic isle 
 
 That on ocean's bosom sleeps, 
 Where, though skies forever smile, 
 Misery- forever weeps. 
 
 3 Where the golden gates of day 
 
 Open on the palmy East, 
 There the Saviour's grace display- 
 There proclaim him king and priest. 
 301 
 
429. MISSIONARY CONCERT. 
 
 4 Bid Arabia's barren soil, 
 
 Ethiopia's burning sand, 
 Every drear^^ region — smile. 
 Lovely as the promis'd land. 
 
 5 Fearless of eternal frost, 
 
 Go to Greenland's cold domains ; 
 Seek the outcast, save the lost, 
 On the Tartar's desert plains. 
 
 6 Through the wilds of stream and shade 
 
 The rude hunter's pathway trace ; 
 And, with words of love, persuade 
 Savages to sue for grace. 
 
 7 Every dying nation call ; 
 
 Visit every soil and sea ; 
 Preach the cross of Christ to all ; — 
 Jesus' love is full and free. 
 
 Dwight's Sup. 429, L. M. Illinois. 
 
 Subjection of the nations to Christ. 
 
 1 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 pov/ers and kingdoms be 
 Obedient, mighty God, to thee ! 
 
 And over land, and stream, and main, 
 Now wave the sceptre of thy reign ! 
 
 3 O let that glorious anthem swell ; 
 Let host to host the triumph tell 
 That not one rebel heart remains. 
 But over all the Saviour reigns ! 
 
 302 
 
MISSIONARY CONCERT. 430. 
 
 Erving. 430. Greenville. 
 
 1 SEND, O send, the glonous gospel 
 
 Of our Saviour far abroad. 
 Let the Hindoo, Burman, Karen, 
 
 Learn the knowledge of our God ; 
 Let the Shans, those darken'd millions, 
 
 See fhe light qf Bethlehem's star 
 Uneclipsed by men's tradition ; 
 
 The pure gospel spread afar. 
 
 2 Where Jehovah is forgotten, 
 
 Or his name was never known — 
 Where the light of his salvation : 
 
 Never has with brightness shone — 
 W^here the thickest darkness gathers — 
 
 Mid the scenes of deepest woe — 
 Send the messages of mercy. 
 
 Go, ye Christian heralds, go. 
 
 3 Give the poor benighted heathen. 
 
 When m death's dark trying hour. 
 The blessed cordial of salvation ; 
 
 Let him test its heavenly power. 
 Tell him of the saints in glory ; 
 
 Of those mansions blest above ; 
 Of a Saviour's suffering tell him. 
 
 And his never-dying love. 
 
 4 Bid those darken'd children cherish 
 
 Brightest hopes, which never cease — 
 Founded on the Saviour's merits ; 
 
 Tell them of the Prince of Peace ; 
 Guide them to the narrow pathway 
 
 Upward tending to the skies ; 
 Point their faith to joys eternal 
 
 Now unseen bv mortal eyes. 
 
 303 
 
431. MISSIONARY CONCERT. 
 
 5 Shall the Christian e'er grow weary ? 
 
 Shall he tire, or shall he faint, 
 In a cause which God will prosper? 
 
 Shall he utter one complaint ? 
 Thoush a cloud may sometimes sadden 
 
 And obscure the sun's hrijjht rays, 
 Soon a blest reward shall gladden, 
 
 Better then the meed of praise. 
 
 Sigourney. 431* l. m. Orford. 
 
 Prayer for missions. 
 
 1 NIGHT wraps the realm where Jesus woke 
 
 No guiding star the magi see ; 
 And heavy hangs oppression's yoke 
 Where first the gospel said, " bejree." 
 
 2 And where the harps of angels bore 
 
 High message to the shepherd throng, 
 
 " Good will and peace " are heard no more 
 
 To murmur Bethlehem's vales along. 
 
 3 Swarth India, with her idol train, 
 
 Bends low by Ganges' worshipp'd tide, 
 Or drowns the Suttee's shriek oi pain 
 With thundering gong and pagan pride. 
 
 4 On Persia's hills the Sophi grope ; 
 
 Dark Burmah greets salvation's ray ; 
 E'en jealous China's door of hope 
 Doth ope to give the gospel way. 
 
 5 Old ocean, with her isles, awakes ; 
 
 Cold Greenland feels unwonted flame ; 
 And humble Afric wondering takes 
 On her sad lips a Saviour's name, 
 
 6 O, aid with prayer and holy light, 
 
 Which from eternal death can save, 
 304 
 
MISSIONARY CONCERT. 432. 
 
 And bid Christ's heralds speed their flight 
 Ere millions find a hopeless grave, 
 
 r. Marshman. 439. Haddam. 
 
 Bible for the heathen. 
 
 1 HAIL, precious book divine ! 
 
 Illumined by thy rays, 
 We rise from death and sin, 
 
 And tune a Saviour's praise ! 
 The shades of error, dart as night, 
 Vanish before thy radiant light. 
 
 2 We bless the God of grace 
 
 Who hath his word reveal'd 
 To this bewildered race, 
 
 So long in darkness held. 
 His love designs — his people pray — 
 His providence prepares the way. 
 
 3 Now shall the Hindoos learn 
 
 The glories of our King, 
 Nor to blind goroos turn, 
 
 Nor idol praises sing. 
 Diffusing heavenly light around. 
 This book their Snasters shall confound. 
 
 4 Deign, gracious Saviour, deign, 
 
 To smile upon thy word ; 
 Let millions now attain 
 
 Salvation from the Lord ; 
 Nor let its growing conquests stay 
 Till earth exult to own thy sway ! 
 20 
 
 306 
 
433. CONCERT FOR COLLEGES. 
 
 ANNUAL CONCERT FOR COLLEGES. 
 
 Sigourney. 433. . s. m. Asylum St. 
 
 1 PLANTS of our country's hope, 
 
 Which, in her gardens fair, 
 With learning's purest dews are fed, 
 And watch'd with culturer's care — 
 
 2 To thee, Eternal God, 
 
 With fervor we commend ; 
 For them vyithin thy holy courts 
 Tn supplication bend. 
 
 3 From thee their strength must come 
 
 To walk in wisdom's way ; 
 
 From thee, their armor to resist 
 
 Temptation's syren sway. 
 
 4 If, in their distant homes, 
 
 Their names are duly borne 
 Upon a father's household prayer, 
 At evening and at morn ; 
 
 5 If from a mother's soul, 
 
 With love's undying power, 
 'Tis uiter'd in the silent watch 
 Of midnight's wakeful hour ; 
 
 6 Thy favoring ear incline 
 
 To grant their ardent claim. 
 And send thy blessing on their race, 
 For the Redeemer's name. 
 
 7 But should no parents' prayer 
 
 Protect the studious youth, 
 Yet for his kneeling country's sake 
 O guide him in thy truth. 
 306, 
 
SABBATH SCHOOLS. 434, 435. 
 
 S And make his name a praise 
 Upon her annal fair, 
 And write it in thy book of life. 
 Almighty ! — hear our prayer. 
 
 Sigourney. 434:. l. m. Old Hundred. 
 
 1 STILL, in the forming hour of youth, 
 
 Combine with education's sway 
 Those seeds of heaven-implanted truth 
 Whose fruit can never know decay. 
 
 2 Kneel while unsullied joy doth glow 
 
 Resplendent on the blooming cheek, 
 And for the climes of heathen woe 
 A bless'd Redeemer's pity seek. 
 
 8 Blend sweetly with the classic page 
 The love of heaven, sublime and fair : 
 So beauty's brow, when dimm'd with age, 
 The lustre of the soul shall wear. 
 
 SABBATH SCHOOLS. 
 
 Mallery. 430. cm. Boylston. 
 
 Scholar's hymn. Mark x. 14. 
 
 1 COME, little children, join and sing 
 
 The praises of your God ; 
 Lift your glad voices to your King, 
 And sound his name abroad. 
 
 2 Come, while he kindly bows his ear 
 
 And listens from above. 
 Jesus is pleas'd your song to hear ; 
 Children, your Saviour love. 
 
 307 
 
436. SABBATH SCHOOLS. 
 
 3 Thank him for life, and health, and friends 
 
 Parents and teachers too ; 
 And for the word his Spirit sends, 
 And that he died for you. 
 
 4 Then over all your follies weep 
 
 That have displeased him so ; 
 Ask him your souls from sin to keep, 
 And guide you here below. 
 
 5 Jesus will hear your humble prayer. 
 
 Will all your sins forgive. 
 Blest is the child he makes his care ! 
 Soon you with him shall live. 
 
 N.y. E. 436. 8.7.4. Sic. Hymn. 
 
 For praying children. 
 
 1 SAVIOUR ! see us, children, bending 
 
 Low before thy mercy-seat ; 
 Let our cry, to thee ascending, 
 Be received as incense sweet. 
 
 Hear us, Saviour, 
 Humbly waiting at thy feet. 
 
 2 Kind Redeemer, now forgive us ; 
 
 Cleanse us pure from every stain ; 
 Prom our load of guilt relieve us; 
 May we never sm again. 
 
 Jesus, help us : 
 May the power of sin be slain. 
 
 3 May we love our glorious Saviour ; 
 
 Strive to please him day by day ; 
 Never, by our wrong behavior. 
 Grieve him from our hearts away. 
 
 May we never 
 Grieve him from our hearts away. 
 308 
 
SABBATH SCHOOLS. 437, 438. 4 
 
 437. c. M. Meat, i 
 
 Evening prayer at a Sunday school. ' 'J 
 
 1 WE come at even's solemn hour. ,j 
 
 Low at thy shrine we bend H 
 
 To offer up the heart's warm prayer [, 
 
 To thee, our Father, Friend. ;1 
 
 2 Not high degree or fame we ask, I 
 
 Not power of worldly form, '^ 
 
 But power to foil the snares of vice, ] 
 
 And passion's fitful storm. 
 
 3 O, like" the summer's gentle showers, 
 
 Let thy pure grace descend ; 
 Be thou our guide, be thou our hope, 
 Our Father, and our Friend. 
 
 4 And let thy hand protect us here ; 
 
 Be with us where we stay ; 
 Guide, guard us through life's narrow path ; 
 Help us in death's dark way. 
 
 I Erving. 438. l. m. Rothwell, 
 
 Hymn for Sabbath school children. 
 I 1 THE Lord who lives in heaven, afar 
 Beyond the highest twinkling star, 
 O'er the whole universe bears rule, 
 Will ne'er forget the Sabbath school. 
 
 . 2 He sees, amid the scenes below. 
 
 Those children who delight to go 
 • To seek instruction from his law. 
 
 And from his word their pleasures draw. 
 
 : 8 Although he lives so very high, 
 He looks with his omniscient eye 
 Into their little hearts, to see 
 If they with his commands agree. 
 
 309 
 
 ] 
 
439, 440. SABBATH SCHOOLS. 
 
 4 He knows their thoughts, he minds their wayf. 
 He listens to their prayers and praise ; 
 If they ohey his precepts g:iven 
 Will bless them with the jeys of heaven. 
 
 5 But if they from his paths should stray, 
 Refuse to learn, or to obey, 
 His word assures they ne'er shall rise 
 To that blest school above the skies. 
 
 6 The Lord will bless those schools below ; 
 Then be encoura2;-ed still to go, 
 For when vour full reward is given 
 Angels will teach you more in heaven. 
 
 Sigourney. 439. s. m. S 
 
 Prayer at entering school. 
 
 1 LORD, lead my heart to learn ; 
 
 Prepare my ears to hear ; 
 And let me useful knowledge seek, 
 In thy most holy fear. 
 
 2 If unforgiven sin 
 
 Within my bosom lies, 
 Or evil motives linger there 
 To offend thy perfect eyes — 
 
 3 Remove them far away, 
 
 Inspire me with thy love, 
 That I may please thee here below. 
 And dwell with thee above. 
 
 E. Cushinan. 440. Helmsley. 
 
 CHOIR. 
 
 1 GREAT Redeemer, let thy presence 
 Now attend, and fill the place, 
 While we sound with admiration 
 310 
 
SABBATH SCHOOLS. 440. 
 
 Hymns of gratitude and praise — 
 
 Loud hosannas 
 To the mighty King of grace. 
 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 2 Pause awhile, ye gen'rous patrons ; 
 
 Listen to the children's song ; 
 O, permit the heavenly subject 
 To employ the infant tongue. 
 
 Loud hosannas 
 Shall the Saviour's praise prolong. 
 
 3 Jesus made our infant voices ; 
 
 Children hail'd their heavenly King. 
 Nature in her God rejoices — 
 May not v/e attempt to sing ? 
 Loud hosannas 
 Still shall through the temple ring. 
 
 4 Why were not our infant bodies 
 
 Sacrificed to gods of stone ; 
 Or, unpitied, doom'd to suffer 
 Under Moloch's cruel throne ? 
 Loud hosannas 
 To the sovereign God alone. 
 
 5 Hark ! ye murm'rers — tell the reason, 
 
 If, while children, we may die, 
 Why not catch the present moment, 
 And in simple accents cry. 
 
 Sweet hosannas 
 To CLir gracious Lord on high 7 
 
 6 Thanks we give our faithful teachers 
 
 For each counsel, every prayer; 
 Lib'ral patrons for their favors 
 In our grateful off 'rings share ; 
 
 But hosannas 
 For our heavenly Shepherd's care. 
 
 311 
 
441, 442. SABBATH SCHOOLS. 
 
 7 May the constant grace of Jesus 
 E'er attend us here below, 
 And the teaching's of the Spirit 
 Make us all his love to know. 
 ou II L- Songs celestial 
 
 fenail lus praise and glory show. 
 
 S.S.Ins. 441. Hamburg, 
 
 Love of the Sabbath school. 
 
 1 I LOVE the Sabbath school, for here 
 I m taught to reverence and fear 
 Jehovah's name, and do those things 
 Well pleasing to the King of kings. 
 
 2 Here teachers kindly come to pray, 
 And up to heaven to point the way, 
 That children in their early youth 
 May cease to sin, and love the truth. 
 
 3 Here I am taught that God in heaven 
 Has set apart one day in seven 
 
 For us to spend in prayer and praise, 
 And learn to serve him all our days. 
 
 4 O, never will I cease to love 
 This blessed place, till from above 
 
 I'm called to join those rapturous songs 
 Which warble from immortal tongues. 
 
 Union. 449. l. m. Park Street. 
 
 A blessing asked. 
 1 ASSEMBLED in our school once more, 
 O Lord, thy blessing we implore. 
 We rneet to read, and sing, and pray : 
 Be with us, then, through this thy da/. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOLS. 443, 444. 
 
 2 Our fervent prayer to thee ascends 
 
 For parents, teachers, foes, and friends ; 
 And when we in thy house appear, 
 Help us to worship in thy fear. 
 
 3 When we on earth shall meet no more, 
 May we above to glory soar, 
 
 And praise thee in more lofty strains 
 Where one eternal Sabbath reigns. 
 
 . Eng. Sel. 443. L. M. Atlantic. 
 
 " Thou art the suide of my youth.'' Jer. iii. 4. 
 
 1 GUIDE of my youth, to thee I cry. 
 Great God, to me be ever nigh ; 
 Illume mine eyes, convert my heart, 
 Nor let me from thy ways depart. 
 
 2 Ten thousand snares beset my way 
 To draw my helpless soul astray : 
 Regard my cry, my prayer attend, 
 And with thy pow'r and grace defend. 
 
 3 Let all my future days to thee. 
 My gracious Lord, devoted be : 
 Cleans'd in thy blood may I be found 
 When the last awful trump shall sound. 
 
 4 Then, with thy saints, will I proclaim' 
 The triumphs of thy sacred name ; 
 And in thy righteousness divine. 
 Like them, in glory ever shine. 
 
 Budden. 444. h. m. Bethesda. 
 
 1 COME, let our voices join 
 In joyful songs of praise : 
 To God, the God of love. 
 Our thaukful hearts we'll raise. 
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445. SABBATH SCHOOLS. 
 
 To God alone all praise belongs — 
 Our earliest and our latest songs. 
 
 2 Now we are taught to read 
 
 The book of lile divine, 
 Where our Redeemer's love 
 
 And brightest glories shine : 
 To God alone all praise is due, 
 Who sends his word to us and you. 
 
 3 Within these hallowed walls 
 
 Our wandering feet are brought, 
 Where prayer and praise ascend, 
 
 And heavenly truths are taught. 
 To God alone your offerings bring : 
 Let young and old his praises sing. 
 
 4 Lord, let this work of love 
 
 Be crowned with full success ; 
 Let thousands yet unborn 
 
 Thy sacred name here bless. 
 To thee, O Lord, all praise to thee 
 We'll raise throughout eternity. 
 
 Cowper. 4l^5* cm. Henry. 
 
 Youn^f persons entreated. 
 
 1 BESTOW, dear Lord, upon our youth 
 
 The gift of saving grace. 
 And let the seed of sacred truth 
 Fall in a fruitful place. 
 
 2 Grace is a plant, where'er it grows, 
 
 Of pure and heavenly root. 
 But fairest in the youngest shows, 
 And yields the sweetest fruit. 
 
 3 Ye careless ones, O hear betimes 
 
 The voice of sovereign love ; 
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SABBATH SCHOOLS. 446. 
 
 Your youth is stained w^th many crimes, 
 But mercy reigns above. 
 
 4 True, you are young— but there's a stone 
 
 Within the youngest breast, 
 Or half the crimes which you have done 
 Would rob you of your rest. 
 
 5 For you the public prayer is made : 
 
 O, join the pul)lic prayer. 
 For you the secret tear is shed : 
 O, shed yourselves a tear. 
 
 6 We pray that you may early prove 
 
 The Spirit's' power to teach. 
 
 You cannot be too young to love 
 
 That Jesus whom we preach. 
 
 Winchell's Sup. 446. 8. 7. Worthington. 
 
 Sabbath-school anniversary. 
 
 1 AID, O Lord, our youthful voices 
 In a song of jovAil praise : 
 
 The ransom'd soul in heav'n rejoices, 
 Sav'd from sin by thy rich grace. 
 
 2 Thou from error's ways hast brought us 
 To the light that shines from heaven ; 
 
 Wand'ring far, the Saviour sought us, 
 And his kind instruction given. 
 
 3 Friends and teachers are around us 
 Kindly urging thy commands ; 
 
 Many blessings now attend us, 
 Freely given from thy hands. 
 
 4 Lord, accept our feeble ofF'rings 
 For these mercies freely given ; 
 
 Thy rich grace to us contmue ; 
 Bring us safely home to heav'n. 
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447, 448. SABBATH SCHOOLS. 
 
 Union. 447. l. m. Hebront 
 
 Prayer and praise. 
 
 1 O THOU, whom holy angels praise, 
 Whose glory shines with brightest rays, 
 To thee our grateful hymns we tune, 
 For none can sing thy praise too soon, 
 
 2 O may thy grace be all our joy ; 
 Let gratitude our tongues employ, 
 And lead young children, frail and weak, 
 Thy praise to sing, thy face to seek. 
 
 3 Deny us not our earnest prayer 
 That we may all thy favor share — 
 Be led to each good work and word. 
 As faithful servants of the Lord. 
 
 4 And bless our teachers, parents, friends ; 
 And grant, where'er thy name extends. 
 That heathen children, too, may bring 
 Their songs of praise to Israel's King. 
 
 Strapham. 44:8. cm. York. 
 
 For teachers. 
 
 1 BLESS'D is the man whose heart expands 
 
 At melting pity's call. 
 And the rich blessings of whose hands 
 Like heavenly manna fall. 
 
 2 Mercy, descending from above. 
 
 In softest accents pleads : 
 O, may each tender bosom move 
 When mercy intercedes ! 
 
 3 Be ours the bliss in wisdom's way 
 
 To guide untutored youth, 
 And lead the mind that went astray 
 To virtue and to truth. 
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I 
 
 SABBATH SCHOOLS. 449. 
 
 4 Children our kind protection claim, 
 And God will well approve 
 
 When infants learn to lisp his name, 
 And their Creator love. 
 
 5 Delightful work young souls to win, 
 And turn the rising race 
 
 From the deceitful paths of sin 
 To seek redeeming grace ! 
 
 6 Almighty God, thy influence shed 
 To aid this good design. 
 
 The honors of thy name be spread, 
 And all the glory thine. 
 
 'Pratt's Col. 449. L. M. Wells. 
 
 For the young. 
 
 1 GREAT Saviour, who didst condescend 
 
 Young children in thine arms to take, 
 
 Still prove thyself the children's friend. 
 
 And save them for thy mercy's sake. 
 
 2 'Tis by the guidance of thy hand 
 
 That they within thy house appear, 
 And in thine awful presence stand 
 To hear thy word, and join in prayer. 
 
 3 Like precious seed, in fruitful ground. 
 
 Let the instruction they receive 
 To thy immortal praise abound. 
 And make them to thy glory live. 
 
 4 Give them a sober, steady mind. 
 
 Strength to withstand the snares of sin, 
 Boldly to cast the world behind, 
 And strive eternal life to win. 
 
 6 To read thy word their hearts incline ; 
 To understand it, light impart. 
 
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450, 451. SABBATH SCHOOLS. 
 
 Saviour, consecrate them thine, 
 Take full possession of each heart. 
 
 Baldwin. 4^0. l. m. Ward. 
 
 What the Bible tells us. 
 
 1 THIS is a precious book indeed ! 
 Happy the child who loves to read ! 
 
 'Tis God's own word, which he hath given 
 To show our souls the way to heaven. 
 
 2 It tells us how the world was made ; 
 And how good men the Lord obeyed ; 
 And his commands are in it, too, 
 
 To teach us what we ought to do. 
 
 3 It bids us all from sin to fly, 
 Because our souls can never die : 
 
 It points to heaven where angels dwell, 
 And warns us to escape from hell. 
 
 4 But, what is more than all beside, 
 The bible tells us Jesus died. 
 This is its first, its chief, intent — 
 To lead poor sinners to repent. 
 
 5 Let us be thankful that we may 
 Read this good bible every day, 
 
 And learn the way that God has given 
 To lead our souls'to peace and heaven. 
 
 Union. 4^1 • s. m. St. Thomas. 
 
 Praise for the Sabbath. 2 Tim. iii. 15. 
 1 THE Sabbath of the Lord— 
 
 The Sabbath is our day ; 
 For then we read and hear God's word, 
 
 We love to praise and pray. 
 
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SABBATH SCHOOLS. 452. 
 
 2 That day with songs we bless. 
 It hath the light of seven 
 
 When Christ, the Sun of Righteousness, 
 Shines on our path to heaven. 
 
 3 Ours is the Sabbath school. 
 Its lessons may we prize, 
 
 And grow by every gospel rule 
 Unto salvation wise. 
 
 4 So all our lives below, 
 In wisdom's pleasant wa3'S, 
 
 The fruits of Sabbath schools will show 
 The bliss of Sabbath days. 
 
 5 Then heaven itself shall be 
 One Sabbath school above, 
 
 And undisturbed eternity 
 One Sabbath day of love. 
 
 Davis. 45S. c. M. Brattle Street. 
 
 As the rains, &c. Isa. Iv. 10, 11. 
 
 1 BEHOLD the genial showers descend 
 Upon the fruitful field. 
 
 What blessings in their train attend ! 
 What kind effects they yield ! 
 
 2 'Tis God himself the ground prepares ; 
 His spirit sows the land ; 
 
 And ev'ry pleasant fruit it bears 
 Is nurtur'd by his hand. 
 
 3 In vain the husbandman would toil, 
 And scatter seed in vain, 
 
 Did not the Lord refresh the soil 
 With gentle showers of rain. 
 
 4 Spirit of influence ! now descend 
 Like rain upon the ground ; 
 
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453, 454. SABBATH SCHOOLS. 
 
 Through the wide world the eospel send, 
 And make its fruits abound. 
 
 Union. 4^3. s. m. Olmutz 
 
 The word sown. 
 
 1 FATHER of mercies ! hear 
 
 The notes that children raise ; 
 To our request bow down thine ear, 
 And hearken to our praise. 
 
 2 Within our minds the seed 
 
 Of sacred truth is sown ; 
 But, Lord, the blessing that we need 
 Must come from thee alone. 
 
 3 That seed will buried lie 
 
 Till thou the increase give ; 
 Yet then, although it seem lo die, 
 It shall revive and live. 
 
 4 Then, though the sower weep, 
 
 Ere long, with thankful voice. 
 Both he who sows and they who reap 
 Together shall rejoice. 
 
 5 Thou dost the seed prepare, 
 
 And make it spring when sown ; 
 And if a huiidrea fold it bear. 
 The praise is all thy own. 
 
 Anon. 454:. L. M. Windham 
 
 Teacher's illness. 
 
 1 THOU, before whose gracious throne 
 We bow our suppliant spirits down, 
 Regard our simple, earnest prayer, 
 And make our teacher now thy care. 
 
 2 Preserve thy servant from the grave ; 
 Stretch out thine arm, O Lord, to save ; 
 
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SABBATH SCHOOLS. 455, 456. 
 
 Back to our hopes and wishes E^ive 
 Our teacher, Lord, and bid him live. 
 
 3 Yet if our supplications fail, 
 And prayers and tears cannot prevail, 
 Be thou his strength, be thou his stay, 
 Support him through the narrow way. 
 
 4 Around him may thy angels stand, 
 To bear him to a better land. 
 
 To teach his happy soul to rise. 
 And waft him to the upper skies. 
 
 N. E. Col. ■ 4^5. c. M. Winchester. 
 
 Early instruction. Prov. iii. 13 — 17. 
 
 1 HOW happy is the child who hears 
 
 Instruction's warning voice ; 
 And who celestial wisdom makes 
 His early, only choice ! 
 
 2 For she has treasures greater far 
 
 Than east or west unfold. 
 And her rewards more precious are 
 Than all their stores of gold. 
 
 3 She guides the young with innocence 
 
 In pleasure's path to tread ; 
 A crown of glory she bestows 
 Upon the aged head. 
 
 4 According as her labors rise, 
 
 So her rewards increase ; 
 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
 And all her paths are peace. 
 
 Dobell. 456. c. M. Clifford. 
 
 Sabbath morniiig. Pa. xvi. 11. 
 1 O HAPPY souls, who dwell above 
 In God's immediate sight ! 
 21 321. 
 
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457. SABBATH SCHOOLS. 
 
 They glow with everlasting love, 
 And shine divinely bright. 
 
 2 O what a Sabbalh they enjoy, 
 
 Now freed from ev'ry sin ; 
 While Jesus' love is their employ, 
 And endless praise their theme ! 
 
 3 O may I breathe that heav'nly air, 
 
 And feast on joys divine ; 
 And sing and praise my Saviour there, 
 And in his image shine. 
 
 4 Thy presence beams eternal day 
 
 O'er all the blissful place : 
 Who would not drop this load of clay. 
 And die to see thy face ? 
 
 Cennick. 457. cm. Planet Street 
 
 Lord'sday evening. 
 
 1 WHEN, O dear Jesus, when shall I 
 
 Behold thee all serene, 
 Blest in perpetual Sabbath day, 
 Without a veil between ? 
 
 2 Assist me while I wander here 
 
 Amidst a world of cares ; 
 Incline my heart to pray with love, 
 And then accept my prayers. 
 
 3 Release my soul from every chain — 
 
 No more hell's captive led ; 
 And pardon a repeating child 
 For whom the Saviour bled. 
 
 4 Spare me, my God— O spare the soul 
 
 That gives itself to thee. 
 Take all that I possess below, 
 And give thyself to me. 
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SABBATH SCHOOLS. 458, 459. 
 
 5 Thy Spirit, O my Father, give 
 To be my guide and friend. 
 To light my path to ceaseless joys, 
 To Sabbaths without end. 
 
 458. L. M. Hamburg. 
 We are but young, 
 
 1 WE are but young — yet we may sing 
 The praises of our heavenly King. 
 He made the earth, the sea, the sky, 
 And all the starry worlds on high. 
 
 2 We are bot young — yet we have heard 
 The gospel news, the heavenly word : 
 If we despise the only way. 
 Dreadful will be the judgment-day. 
 
 3 We are but young — yet we must die : 
 Perhaps our latter end is nigh. 
 Lord, may we early seek thy grace, 
 And find in Christ a hiding-place, 
 
 4 We are but young — we need a guide ; 
 Jesus, in thee we would confide. 
 
 O lead us in the path of truth. 
 Protect and bless our helpless youth. 
 
 5 We are but young — yet God has shed 
 Unnumbered blessings on our head. 
 Then let our youth in, riper days 
 
 Be all devoted to his praise. 
 
 459. L. M. Windham. 
 
 Death of a scholar. 
 1 A MOURNING class, a vacant seat. 
 Tell us that one we loved to meet 
 Will join our youthful throng no more 
 Till all these changing scenes are o'er. 
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460. NEW AND OLD YEAR. 
 
 2 No more that voice we loved to hear 
 Shall fill his teacher's listening ear; 
 No more its tones shall join to swell 
 The songs that of a Saviour tell. 
 
 3 That welcome face, that sparkling eye, 
 Anil sprightly form, must buried lie 
 Deep m the cold and silent gloom, 
 The rayless night that fills the tomb. 
 
 4 And we live on — but none can say 
 How near or distant is the day 
 
 When death's unwelcome hand shall come 
 To lay us in our narrow home. 
 
 6 God tells us, by this mournful death, 
 How vain and fleeting is our breath ; 
 And bids our souls prepare to meet 
 The trials of his judgment-seat. 
 
 NEW AND OLD YEAR. 
 
 N. Y. E. 460. L. M. Uxbridge. 
 
 A new year's promise. Deut. xxxiii. 25. 
 
 1 HARK ! a sweet sound salutes my ear 
 While entering on this opening year. 
 My Saviour speaks, and says to me, 
 That " as my days my strength shall be." 
 
 2 With such a promise, need I fear 
 What shall befal me through the year? 
 For this I should not anxious be 
 Since as " my days my strength shall be." 
 
 3 Should storms of trouble on me fall, 
 And should my cup be mixed with gall, 
 
 324 
 
NEW AND OLD YEAR. 461. 
 
 This promise shall be sweet to me, 
 That as " my days my strength shall be." 
 
 4 If called this year to labor hard 
 Within the vineyard of the Lord, 
 From duty's path I will not flee, 
 
 For as " my days my strength shall he. 
 
 5 And if this year I'm called to die, 
 Still off this promise I'll rely : 
 Dear Jesus, then I'll trust in thee, 
 That as " my days my strength shall be. 
 
 JTewton. 461. 7. Benevento. 
 
 The new year. 
 
 1 WHILE with ceaseless course the sun 
 
 Hasted through the former year, 
 Many souls their race have run, 
 
 Never more to meet us here. 
 Fix'd in an eternal state, 
 
 They have done with all Below : 
 We a little longer wait. 
 
 But how little none can know. 
 
 2 As the winged arrow flies 
 
 Speedily the mark to find-y- 
 As the lightning from the skies 
 
 Darts and leaves no trace behind — 
 Swiftlv thus our fleeting days 
 
 Bear us down life's rapid stream. 
 Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise : 
 
 All below is but a dream. 
 
 3 Thanks for mercies past receive ; 
 
 Pardon of our sins renew ; 
 Teach us henceforth how to live 
 With eternity in view. 
 
462, 463. NEW AND OLD i'EAR. 
 
 Bless thy word to young and old ; 
 
 Fill us with a Saviour's love ; 
 And, when life's short tale is told, 
 
 May we dwell with thee ahove. 
 
 Har. Sacra. 463. 5. 11. 12. Groton 
 
 1 COME, let us anew 
 Our journey pursue — 
 Roll round with the year, 
 
 And never stand still till the Master appear. 
 
 His adorable will 
 
 Let us gladly fulfil, 
 
 And our talents improve 
 By the patience of hope, and the labor of love 
 
 2 Our life is a dream ; 
 Our time, as a stream, 
 Glides swiftly away, 
 
 And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. 
 
 The arrow is flown — 
 
 The moment is gone : 
 
 The millenial year 
 Rushes on to our view, and eternity 's near. 
 
 3 O, that each in the day 
 Of his coming may say, 
 
 " I have fought my way through; 
 I have finish'd the work thou didst give me 
 to do ! " 
 
 O, that each from his Lord 
 
 May receive the glad word, 
 
 " Well, and faithfully done, 
 Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne." 
 
 Rippon. 4:0t{* 7. Norwich. 
 
 Acts xxiv. 22. 
 1 I MY Ehenezer raise 
 To my kind Redeemer's praise ; 
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NEW AND OLD YEAR. 464. 
 
 With a grateful heart I own 
 Hitherto thy help I've known. 
 
 2 What may be my future lot 
 Well I know concerns me not : 
 This should set my heart at rest, 
 What thy will ordains is best. 
 
 3 I my all to thee resign. 
 Father, let thy will be mine : 
 May but all thy dealings prove 
 Fruits of thy paternal love. 
 
 4 Guard me, Saviour, by thy power- 
 Guard me in the trying hour ; 
 
 Let thy unremitted care 
 
 Save me from the lurking snare. 
 
 5 Let my few remaining days 
 Be directed to thy praise ; 
 
 So the last, the closing, scene 
 Shall be tranquil and serene. 
 
 6 To thy will I leave the rest, 
 Grant me but this one request, 
 Both in life and death to prove 
 Tokens of thy special love. 
 
 Doddridge. 464. l.m. Old Hundred. 
 
 1 ETERNAL God, I bless thy name! 
 
 The same thy power— thy grace the same ; 
 The tokens of thy friendly care 
 Begin, and close,' and crown, the year. 
 
 2 Supported by thy guardian hand, 
 Amid leu thousand deaths I stand ; 
 And see, when I survey thy ways, 
 Ten thousand monuments of praise. 
 
 327 
 
465. 
 
 NEW AND OLD YEAR. 
 
 3 Thus far thine arm has led me on ; 
 Thus far I make thv mercy known ; 
 And, while I tread this desert land, 
 New mercies shall new songs demand. 
 
 4 My ffratcful voice on Jordan's shore 
 Shall raise one sacred pillar more ; 
 Then bear, in thy bright courts above, 
 Inscriptions of immortal love. 
 
 Lyre. 465. c. p. m. Rapture. 
 
 Solemn meditation. 
 
 1 MY days, my weeks, my months, my years, 
 Fly rapid as the whirling spheres 
 
 Around the steady pole. 
 Time, like the tide, its motion keeps, 
 And I must launch through boundless deeps, 
 
 Where endless ages roll. 
 
 2 The grave is near the cradle seen. 
 How swift the moments pass between. 
 
 And whisper as they fly, 
 "Unthinking man, remember this— 
 Thou, midst thy sublunary bliss. 
 
 Must groan, and gasp, and die ! " 
 
 3 My soul, attend the solemn call. 
 Tliine earthly tent must quickly fall, 
 
 And thou must take thv flight 
 Beyond the vast etherial blue, 
 To love and sing as angels do, 
 
 Or sink in endless night. 
 
 4 Long ere the sun has run its round 
 I may be buried under ground, 
 
 And there in silence rot. 
 Alas ! one hour may close the scene. 
 328 
 
NEW AND OLD YEAR. 466 
 
 And, ere twelve months shall intervene, 
 My name be quite forgot. 
 
 5 But shall my soul be then extinct, 
 And cease to be, or cease to think ? 
 
 It cannot, cannot, be. 
 Thou, my immortal, cannot die : 
 What wilt thou do, or whither fly. 
 
 When death shall set thee free ? 
 
 6 Will mercv, then, its arms extend? 
 Will Jesus be thy guardian friend, 
 
 And heaven thy dwelling-place? 
 Or shall insulting fiends appear 
 . To drag thee down to black despair, 
 Beyond the reach of grace ? 
 
 Fewton. 466. c. m. China 
 
 New year. 
 
 1 NOW, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, 
 
 And make thy glory known : 
 
 Now let us all thy presence feel, 
 
 And soften hearts of stone. 
 
 2 From all the guilt of former sin 
 
 Mav mercy ^set us free ; 
 And let the year we now begin. 
 Begin and end with thee. 
 
 3 Send down thy Spirit from above 
 
 That saints may love thee more. 
 And sinners now may learn to love 
 Who never loved before. 
 
 4 And when before thee we appear 
 
 In our eternal home. 
 May growing numbers worship here. 
 And praise thee in our room. 
 
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467, 468. NEW AND OLD YEAR. 
 
 Newton. 467. 7. Benevento 
 
 Uncertainty oflife. 
 
 1 SEE ! another 3'ear is gone ! 
 
 Quickly have the seasons past ! 
 This we enter now upon 
 
 May to many prove their last. 
 Mercy hitherto has spar'd : 
 
 But have mercies been improv'd? 
 Let us ask, " Am I prepar'd 
 
 Should be I this year remov'd 7 " 
 
 2 Some ye now no longer see, 
 
 Who their mortal race have run; 
 Seem'd as fair for life as we, 
 
 When the former year begun. 
 Some (but who God only knows) 
 
 Who are here assembled now, 
 Ere the present year shall close, 
 
 To the stroke of death must bow. 
 
 3 If from guilt and sin set free 
 
 By the knowledge of thy grace, 
 Welcome, then, the call will be 
 
 To depart and see thy lace. 
 To thy saints, while here below, 
 
 With new years, new mercies come ; 
 But the happiest year they know 
 
 Is their last which leads them home. 
 
 Newton. 468. 7. Hotham 
 
 1 TIME by moments steals away- 
 First the hour, and then the day : 
 Small the daily loss appears, 
 Yet it soon amounts to years. 
 Thus another year has flown. 
 Now it is no more our own, 
 330 
 
NEW AND OLD YEAR. 469. 
 
 If it brought or promis'd good, 
 Than the years before the flood. 
 
 2 But (may none of us forget) 
 It has left us much in debt : 
 Favors from the Lord receiv'd, 
 Sins that have his Spirit griev'd, 
 Mark'd by an unerring hand, 
 
 In his book recorded stand. 
 Who can tell the vast amount 
 , Plac'd.to each of our account ? 
 
 3 Spar'd to see another year, 
 Let thy blessing meet us here. 
 Come, thy dying work revive ; 
 Bid thy drooping garden thrive. 
 Sun of righteousness, arise ! 
 
 Warm our hearts, and bless our eyes ; 
 Let our prayer thy bowels move ; 
 Make this year a time of love. 
 
 Doddridge. 4:69* c. m. Jordan. 
 
 Close of the year. Rom. xiii. 11. 
 
 1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes, 
 
 And raise your voices, high ; 
 Awake, and praise that sov'reign love 
 That shows salvation nigh. 
 
 2 On all the wings of time it flies ; 
 
 Each moment brings it near. 
 Then welcome each declining day — 
 Welcome each closing year. 
 
 3 Not many years their rounds shall run, 
 
 Nor many mornings rise, 
 Ere all its glories stand reveal'd 
 To our admiring eyes. 
 
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470. TRACT MEETINGS. 
 
 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course ; 
 Ye mortal powers, decay. 
 Fast as ye bring the night of death 
 Ye bring eternal day. 
 
 TRACT MEETINGS. 
 
 Sigoumey. 470. s. m. Seir. 
 
 For tract distributors. 
 
 1 LABORERS of Christ, arise, 
 
 And gird you for the toil ; 
 The dew of promise from the skies 
 Already cheers the soil. 
 
 2 Go — where the sick recline, 
 
 Where mourning hearts deplore, 
 And where the sons of penury pine, 
 Dispense your hallow'd lore. 
 
 3 Urge with a tender zeal 
 
 The erring child along 
 Where peaceful congregations kneel, 
 And pious teachers throng. 
 
 4 Be faith, which looks above, 
 
 With prayer, your constant guest ; 
 And wrap the Saviour's changeless love 
 A mantle round your breast. 
 
 5 So shall you share the wealth 
 
 That earth may ne'er despoil, 
 And the blest gospel's saving health 
 Repay your arduous toil. 
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TRACT MEETINGS. 471, 472'. 
 
 Sigouraey. 471. s. m. Olmutz. 
 
 For tract distributors. 
 
 1 PHILOSOPHY of old 
 
 Her pond'rous tomes display'd, 
 And summon'd minds of mighty mould 
 To tread her classic shade. 
 
 2 Her myst'ries to explore 
 
 In vain the unletter'd tried : 
 The rich, the noble, leam'd her lore, 
 And drank her cup of pride. 
 
 3 But Mercy's light- win g'd page, 
 
 Swift messenger of love. 
 Comes to the home of lonely age 
 To guide his thoughts above. 
 
 4 The way-side beggar hears 
 
 Its mmistry divine, 
 And little children dry their tears 
 To trace its radiant line. 
 
 5 On, on, ye faithful band ! 
 
 Priceless bounty shed ; 
 With single heart and tireless hand 
 The joyful tidings spread. 
 
 6 " The Lord our righteousness " 
 
 Still on your banner write ; 
 Nor stay your toil until he bless 
 The world with saving light. 
 
 Hastings. 473. s. m. Shirland. 
 
 On distributing tracts. Isa. xviii. 2. 
 1 Go forth on wings of prayer, 
 Ye messengers of love : 
 Though mute, the joyful tidings bear — 
 Salvation from above. 
 
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473. TRACT MEETINGS. 
 
 2 Go, tell the careless soul 
 
 The warning God has given; 
 Go, make the wounded spirit whole 
 With healing balm from heaven. 
 
 3 Go to the wretched poor, 
 
 The ignorant and rude ; 
 Bid them the pearl of price secure, 
 Bought with a Saviour's blood. 
 
 4 Saviour of dying men ! 
 
 Thy presence we implore. 
 Without thy blessing all is vain: 
 Be with us evermore, 
 
 Sigourney. ^TS. c. m. Coronation. 
 
 1 ALL hail ! ye servants of the Lord, 
 
 On mercy's mission bound, 
 
 Who, like the sower of the word, 
 
 Strew precious gifts around, 
 
 2 What though your seed 'mid thorns be sown, 
 
 Where tares and brambles thrive? 
 Still One is able, One alone, 
 To save its germ alive. 
 
 3 Ye fear what falls on stony earth 
 
 Will mock your prayerful toil ; 
 But sometimes plants of holiest birth 
 Bear fruit in sterile soil. 
 
 4 The seed that by the way-side fell 
 
 Perchance you counted, dead ; 
 Yet birds that sing in heaven may tell 
 They on its sweetness fed. 
 
 5 And some a hundred fold shall bear 
 
 Unto the harvest's Lord : 
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TRACT MEETINGS. 474, 475. 
 
 How blessed, then, will be your care ! 
 How glorious your reward ! 
 
 . B. Linsley. 474. c. m. Peterborough. 
 The blessed effect of tracts. 
 
 1 ON ev'ry breeze, from ev'ry clime, 
 
 The cheering tidings come 
 That God still owns and blesses tracts 
 To bring his children home. 
 
 2 The haughty sinner reads a tract 
 
 Which all his sin displays ; 
 The reckless sailor quits his oaths, 
 And now behold he prays. 
 
 3 The hoary head, the lisping tonffue, 
 
 And gay and thoughtless youth, 
 From tracts have learn'd their dang'rous course, 
 And sought the paths of truth. 
 
 4 The gallant ship on ocean bed, 
 
 Th"e convict's lonely cell ; 
 And forests dense, and public ways, 
 Their wond'rous power can tell. 
 
 5 Then never let our faith decline. 
 
 But think what tracts have done ; 
 And pray'r and hope our arm shall nerve, 
 And God will speed us on. 
 
 S. B. Linsley. 475. cm. Clifford. 
 
 Tracts blessed. 
 1 FROM Karen wilds a heathen came 
 The gospel sound to hear ; 
 And when the missionary rose 
 His eye let fall a tear. 
 
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476. TRACT MEETINGS. 
 
 2 And soon he spoke of heavenly things, 
 
 And Canaan's langiiaj^e knew ; 
 And though in broken phrase express'd, 
 His hope and faith were true. 
 
 3 Yet till that hour no Christian's voice 
 
 The aged man had heard ; 
 
 Nor had he ever read or seen 
 
 The Lord's revealed word. 
 
 -A But tracts alone the Lord had bless'd : 
 He found his sins forgiv'n. 
 And now for greater light he sought 
 To guide him home to heav'n. 
 
 6 Then, since the Lord thus blesses tracts, 
 Our efforts we'll renew, 
 And send these sheets to ev'ry land, 
 For God may bless them too. 
 
 S. B. Linsley. ^LTG. c. m. St. Anns^ 
 
 A converted heathen. 
 
 1 I SAW a suffering heathen youth 
 
 Stretch'd on his dying bed ; 
 Yet he was calm, and his dark eye 
 A heav'nly Iviistre shed. 
 
 2 He spoke of God's eternal Son, 
 
 And all his power to save, 
 And of that everlasting rest 
 Bej'ond the darksome grave. 
 
 3 He said one tract, one blessed tract, 
 
 Had pointed out the road — 
 Had made him see. and hate, his sins. 
 And give his heart to God. 
 
 4 There upon his pillow lay 
 
 That tract so often read ; 
 336 
 
2 
 
 TRACT MEETINGS. 477. 
 
 And with it still upon his breast 
 He sleeps among the dead. 
 
 And when he feels an angel's love, 
 
 He, with an angel's breath, 
 Will praise the Lord who sent that tract, 
 
 To save his soul from death. 
 
 5. Journal. 477. 8. 7. 4. Suffolk. 
 
 1 LORD of glory, who didst honor 
 David's humble sling and stone, 
 Ancient Israel to deliver, 
 Now as weak an effort own ; 
 
 Bless the labor 
 Which our feeble hands have done. 
 We, a noiseless, winged stranger, 
 
 To the scatfring winds have given 
 Warning of the sinner's danger, 
 Pointing to the gate of heaven. 
 
 Give it entrance 
 Wheresoever now 'tis driven. 
 O, that on its simple pages 
 
 Heartfelt grief for sin may flow — 
 Grief which love divine assuages. 
 Grief which none but Christians know. 
 
 To salvation, 
 Let repentant tear-drops flow. 
 
 And when faith the mourner raises, 
 
 When to, Jesus he shall look, 
 When his heart is fill'd with praises, 
 And a sinful world 's forsook, 
 
 Let him thank thee 
 For this transcript of thy hook. 
 O, inay ev'ry source of sorrow 
 Find a balm of healing here, 
 22 337 
 
478. PEACE MEETINGS. 
 
 And death's gloomy valley borrow 
 Holy light to calm the fear, 
 
 Human weakness, 
 Which thine own dear children share. 
 
 6 It is gospel seed we're sowing 
 
 On the good and fallow ground, 
 Bearing, weeping, without knowing 
 Which shall fail and which abound. 
 
 Holy Spirit ! 
 Let it verdant spring around. 
 
 7 And when the mighty harvest's ended, 
 
 When the Master counts our sheaves, 
 O, let those by us attended 
 Be as num'rous as the leaves 
 
 Which we scatter, 
 And a dying world receives. 
 
 PEACE MEETINGS. 
 
 F. Peace. 478. l. m. Enfield. 
 
 War. 
 
 1 WHEN, drawn by wisdom's awful pen, 
 
 We view the attendant ills of war. 
 And all the long-succeeding train 
 That haunt liis footsteps from afar, 
 
 2 How vain appear the laurelled wreaths 
 
 Where honor's incense freely breathes! 
 They as a comet fade away 
 Before the radiant eye ot day ! 
 
 3 Oj never may my soul be led, 
 
 Fired by illusive deeds of glory, 
 338 
 
PEACE MEETINGS. 479, 480. 
 
 To love the path those heroes tread 
 
 Who fill with deeds of blood their story. 
 4 For war, whatever vain, disguise 
 
 Conceals its horrors from our eyes, 
 
 Is born of guilt, and fraught with woe, 
 And crimes, and death, to men below. 
 
 '. Peace. * 479. 8. 7. Essex. 
 
 1 GREAT Prince of peace, enthron'd above ! 
 
 Kind source of pure compassion ! 
 Now fill the world with peace and love ; 
 Diffuse thy great salvation. 
 
 2 No more let cannon, swords, and spears, 
 
 Fill earth with dire confusion. 
 Destruction, horror, grief, and tears, — 
 The fruits of mad delusion. 
 
 3 Let love to God, and love to man, 
 
 With pure, serene affection, 
 Fulfil the glorious gospel plan, 
 Ensure divine protection. 
 
 4 Great Prince of f)eace ! descend and reign, 
 
 Redeeming ev'ry nation ; 
 Abolish crime, and guilt, and pain. 
 Throughout this vast creation. 
 
 '.Peace. 480. l. m. Hanover. 
 
 1 AWAKE the song that gave to earth 
 Salvation in Emanuel's birth. 
 Angehc tongues the strain began : 
 'Twas peace on earth, good will to man. 
 
 2 Celestial peace .'—and is it ours 
 
 To strike the harp on Salem's towers ? 
 To welcome back the dove that brings 
 The balm of healing in her wind's ^ 
 
 ^ 339 
 
481. PEACE MEETINGS. 
 
 3 She comes, and, lo ! the orphan's wail 
 No longer loads the passing gale : 
 Contentment sheds her sacred calm, 
 And nature owns the sovereign charm., 
 
 4 She comes, and banner, spear, and plume, 
 That led to conquest and the tomb, 
 Wreath'd with the olive, now adorn 
 The triumphs of the joyous morn. 
 
 5 She comes, and with attentive ear 
 The gospel's sound the heathen hear- 
 Round blood-stain'd altars throng no more, 
 But suppliant bow, and God adore. 
 
 6 Father, if such the bliss that flows 
 Where,Peace delights to seek repose, 
 On earth may she forever rest, 
 Each bosom with her presence blest. 
 
 M.Gardner. 481. l. m. Enfield 
 
 1 GREAT Prince of peace, enthron'd on high, 
 Whose heralds bright aloiig the sky 
 
 In joyful notes the song be^an. 
 Peace be on earth, good will to man— 
 
 2 No more let war's dire discord reign, 
 Nor battle's shput be heard again ; 
 Vouchsafe thv Spirit from above, 
 
 And fill each 'heart with peace and love. 
 
 3 No more let cannon, swords, and spears, 
 Destruction, horror, grief, and tears, 
 Nor strife, nor bloodshed, blight the land 
 Made fair by thy creating hand. 
 
 4 But let true love to God and man 
 Fulfil the glorious gospel plan : 
 
 340 
 
PEACE MEETINGS. 482, 483. 
 
 Then shall each voice repeat the strain, 
 Peace be on earth, good will to men. 
 
 igourney. 48^ • l. m. Eaton. 
 
 Peace, the song of angels. 
 
 1 PEACE was the song that angels sang 
 
 When Jesus sought this vale of tears ; 
 And sweet the heavenly prelude rang 
 To calmlhe watchful shepherd's fears. 
 
 2 War is the word that man hath spoke, 
 
 Convuls'd by passions dark and dread, 
 And pride enforced a lawless yoke, 
 E'en where the gospel's banner spread. 
 
 3 Peace was the prayer the Saviour breath'd 
 When from our world his steps withdrew ; 
 
 The gift he to his friends bequealh'd 
 With Calv'ry and the cross in view. 
 
 Redeemer ! with adoring love 
 
 Our spirits take thy rich bequest, — 
 
 The watchword of the host above, 
 The passport to the realms of rest. 
 
 Liken. 483. l. m. Roth well. 
 
 1 THOU, who hast stamp'd on human kind 
 The image of a heav'n-born mind, 
 
 And in a father's wide embrace 
 Hast cherish'd all the human race— 
 
 2 O, see with what insatiate rage 
 
 Thy sons their impious battles wage ; 
 How spreads destruction like a flood. 
 And brothers shed their brothers' blood. 
 
 3 See guilty passions spring to birth. 
 And deeds of hell deform the earth; 
 
 341 
 
484. PEACE .MEETINGS. 
 
 While Righteousness and Justice mourn, 
 And Love and Pity droop forlorn. 
 
 5 Great God, whose powerful hand can bind 
 The ra^in^ waves and furious wind ! 
 O bid the human tempest cease, 
 And hush the maddening world to peace. 
 
 S. B. Linsley. 484. l. m. Winchestei 
 
 Isaiah ix. 6. 
 
 1 JESUS is call'd the Prince of peace : 
 
 There's heavenly sweetness in that word. 
 And can those who profess his name 
 Rush to the fight, and draw the sword ? 
 
 2 O can they tread the purple field, 
 
 And hear the dreadful cannon roar? 
 See men transform'd to demons fierce, 
 Hear dying groans, see human gore ? 
 
 3 And, when the battle day is past, 
 
 What scenes of agony arise ! 
 The wounded soldier wrings his hands — 
 For death, and only death, he cries. * 
 
 4 And orphans weep, and mothers groan, 
 
 And widows, shrieking, rend the air ; 
 And hoary sires, in speechless woe, 
 
 Grieve that their slaughter'd sons were there 
 
 5 Thou Lamb of God ! thou Prince of peace ! 
 
 Thron'd in thy blissful realms above ! 
 We'd strive to prove that war is wrong: 
 O, aid us in this work of love. 
 
 * After one of Bonaparte'5 splendid victories, th 
 wounded soldiers begged the surgeons not to dress thei 
 wounds, but to kill ihem instantly to relieve them of thei 
 agony. 
 
 342 
 
PEACE MEETINGS. 485, 486. 
 
 . B. Linsley. 485. c. m. 
 
 1 FROM battles fought the chief returns 
 
 With triumph on his brow ; 
 And far his fame and power extend, 
 And conquer'd nations bow. 
 
 2 Perhaps some proud and youthful heart 
 
 Such glory, too, would gain — 
 Triumphal arches, shouting throngs, 
 And all that pageant vain. 
 
 3 Stop, thoughtless youth, and pause awhile : 
 
 Would you such glory share ? 
 • A hotter place in hell's dark cave, 
 With tnose he hasteu'd there. 
 
 4 Had he ten thousand conquer'd worlds 
 
 He'd gladly give them all 
 . Could he revoke those scenes below 
 Which you so glorious call. 
 
 5 Do his remember'd vict'ries now 
 
 One cheering thought inspire ? 
 O, no ! they prove the gnawing worm, 
 And ever-quenchless fire. 
 
 S. B. Linsley. 48G. l. m. Rockingham. 
 
 Horrors of war. 
 
 1 POOR are the triumphs war has won. 
 
 Its countless evils who can see ? 
 Immortal beings ! deathless souls ! 
 Resolved on death or victory. 
 
 2 And many find a speedy death, 
 
 And many reach that dark abode, 
 
 With all their sins upon their heads, 
 
 And hearts at enmity with God. 
 
 343 
 
487. 
 
 PEACE MEETINGS. 
 
 3 And many noble youths lie low, 
 
 (Alas, how prodigal of life !) 
 Many a pliant veteran writhes 
 
 Beneath the surgeon's tort'ring knife. 
 
 4 And now the smoking hamlet view ; 
 
 The peaceful village wrapl in fire'; 
 And fields of grain like stubble blaze ; 
 And honest labor's hopes expire. 
 
 6 Now o'er the plain the fugitives 
 
 Fly houseless, homeless, pale with fear • 
 Mothers and babes, the aged, sick— 
 Ah, what a sight of woe is here ! 
 
 6 When war prevails, sins o'er the land 
 
 Rush like a desolating tide ; 
 God is contemn'd, his worship scorn'd, 
 And wholesome human law defied. ' 
 
 7 Then let us labor, let us strive. 
 
 And pray that scenes like these may cease- 
 That God would fit our souls to dwell 
 Where Jesus reigns tbe Prince of peace. 
 
 S. B. Linsley. 487. .c. m. Dundee. 
 
 Origin of wars. James iv.l. 
 
 1 " FROM whence come wars and fightings dire ? " 
 
 The sacred penman cries. 
 " From lusts which in your members war : 
 They from your sins arise." 
 
 2 O when shall swords to ploughshares turn 
 
 And heave the teeming soil ? ' 
 
 When shall our spears be pruning-hooks 
 To aid the lab'rer's toil ? 
 
 3 When shall the battle's clangor cease, 
 
 And garments roU'd in gore ? 
 344 
 
PEACE MEETINGS. 488. 
 
 When shall Emanuel's peaceful reign 
 Commence, and end no more 7 
 
 When, blessed Jesus, shall that peace 
 
 To thy disciples given. 
 Fill ev'ry soul, hless ev'ry land, 
 
 And make this earth like heav'n '? 
 
 Sigourney. 4:88. s. m. Shirland. 
 
 Prayer for peace. 
 
 1 CHECK at their fountain-head, 
 O Lord, the streams of strife, 
 
 Nor let mis2ruided man rejoice 
 To take his brother's life. 
 
 2 Strike off the pomp and pride 
 That deck the deeds of war, 
 
 And in their gorgeous mantle hide 
 - The blood-stained conqueror. 
 
 3 To history's blazoned page 
 Touch the pure wand of truth, 
 
 And hid its heroes stand unveiled 
 Before the eye of youth. 
 
 4 By every fireside press 
 The gospel's peaceful claims. 
 
 Nor let a Christian nation bless 
 What its meek Master blames. 
 
 6 So shall the seeds of hate 
 Be strangled in their birth. 
 And Peace, the angel of thy love, 
 Rule o'er the enfranchised earth. 
 
 345 
 
489, 490. TEMPERANCE MEETINGS. 
 
 TEMPERANCE MEETINGS. 
 
 Lyre. 4:80. 7. Nuremburg.; 
 
 1 DRINKER ! turn, and leave your bowl- 
 Turn, and save your deathless soul ; 
 From your lips the poison fling ; 
 
 Dash away the accursed thing. 
 
 2 Husband, turn, nor let your feet 
 Enter that accurs'd retreat. 
 Look ! your partner's tearful eye 
 Eloquently asks you why ? 
 
 3 Brother ! leave the place of glee ; 
 Quick, O quickly, turn and flee ! 
 See your sister's swelling breast 
 Deep with anxious fear distress'd. 
 
 4 Father ! turn — your children's voice 
 Bids you seek your fireside joys : 
 Leave the revel — homeward haste, 
 And those purer pleasures taste. 
 
 D. A. Smith. 490. 7. 6. Miss. Hymn. 
 
 Drink a liule longer. 
 1 AYE, drink a little longer— 
 
 A little longer still ; 
 Let appetite grow stronger ; 
 
 Aye, gratify thy will. 
 Indulge in every pleasure 
 
 That fancy can devise ; 
 Spend all thV earthly treasure 
 
 In all thy heart can prize. 
 346 
 
TEMPERANCE MEETINGS. 491, 
 
 2 Drink to-day, to-night, to-morrow ; 
 
 Thy tender icife forsake ; 
 Yes, fill her heart with sorrow, 
 
 And thy smiling children's break. 
 Ne'er think of grief or sadness, 
 
 Nor think of God or heaven. 
 Till thou art seiz'd with madness, 
 
 Thou to despair art driven. 
 
 3 Then, drunkard, die .'—but glory 
 
 Can never be thy home. 
 And what will be thy story 
 
 When laid within the tomb? 
 O tell it not !— O let him 
 
 Sleep, now, his last long sleep. 
 Wife, sire, and child, forget him ; 
 
 'Tis folly now to weep. 
 
 491. 7.6. Yarmouth. 
 
 HOW long shall virtue languish, 
 
 How long shall folly reign, 
 While many a heart with anguish 
 
 Is weeping o'er the plain 7 
 How long shall dissipation 
 
 Her deadly waters pour 
 Throughout this favored nation 
 
 Her millions to devour ? 
 
 When shall the veil of blindness « 
 
 Fall from the shrine of wealth, 
 Restoring human kindness, 
 
 And industry, and health? 
 When shall the charms so luring 
 
 Of bad example cease. 
 The end at once securing 
 
 Of temperance and peace 7 
 
 347 
 
492,493. TEMPERANCE MEETINGS. 
 
 3 We hail with joy unceasing 
 
 The band whose pledge Ts given, 
 Whose numbers are increasing 
 
 Amid the smiles of heaven. 
 Their virtues, never failing, 
 
 Shall lead to brighter days, 
 Where holiness, prevailing, 
 
 Shall j&ll the earth with praise. 
 
 N.Y.E. 493. 7. AdaUum. 
 
 1 SEE the car of Temperance roll ; 
 
 Swiftly on u speeds its wav. 
 
 See the earth from pole to pole 
 
 Bend beneath its awful sway. 
 
 2 See her banners gleaming high 
 
 O'er the earth and mighty deep. 
 
 Raise your notes of triumph high, 
 
 And in chains the monster keep. 
 
 3 Foes oppose and rage in vain ; 
 
 Hell's unloosed its demons wild; 
 But true friends, a mighty train, 
 Push their conquest, firm though mild. 
 
 4 Friends of Zion, steady keep 
 
 The bright and precious prize in view, 
 For which Jesus oft did weep. 
 
 And his head was wet with dew. 
 6 Raise a paean loud and long : 
 
 Let it reach the skies above. 
 Raise a thrilling, melting song 
 
 In the purest strains of love. 
 
 "Lyre. 493. CM. Lanesborough. 
 
 1 O, TAKE the maddening bowl away — 
 Remove the poisonous cup ; 
 348 
 
TEMPERANCE MEETINGS. 494 
 
 My soul is sick— its burning ray 
 Hath drunk my spirit up. 
 
 2 Say not, " Behold its ruddy hue , 
 
 O press it to thy lips ; " 
 For 'tis more deailly than the dew 
 That from the Upas drips. 
 
 3 Say not, " It hath a spell to soothe 
 
 The soul in misery deep." 
 Go, ask thy conscience if the bowl 
 Can give eternal sleep ? 
 
 4 Go — I will have no more of thee, 
 
 Thou bane of Adam's race ; 
 But to a heavenly fountain flee, 
 Aad drink the "dews of grace. 
 
 N. Y. E. 494. L. M. Belvillc. 
 
 The triumph of temperance. 
 
 1 HOW sweet it is to hear the sound 
 
 Of grateful thanks ascend the sky. 
 
 While loud the earth doth echo round, 
 
 And joyful triumph peal on high ! 
 
 2 How sweet it is to hear the song 
 
 That deeply tells of grace divine, 
 Break from tfie lips of him who long 
 Hath lonely knelt at Bacchus' shrine ! 
 
 3 What rapture fills the aching breast, 
 
 When round we cast our longing eye, 
 To see the earth in beauty drest, 
 To hear no more the stifled sigh ! 
 
 4 The parents greet a son's return 
 
 From the path where Rum had bound mm 
 O, how their hearts do warmly burn 
 As they closely press around him ! 
 
495, 496. TEMPERANCE MEETINGS. 
 
 5 ^'■^"ds welcome long-lost friends again 
 
 They thought in hopeless ruin cast. 
 Th^ir breaking hearts are eased of pain ; 
 The clouds of sorrow all are past. 
 
 6 Then let us sing the blessed day 
 
 The galling yoke we threw aside ; 
 Then let us all a tribute pay 
 As swiftly to the grave we glide. 
 
 Lyre. 495. 7. Watchman. 
 
 1st Fbice.— Temperance ! tell the listening world 
 
 What thine advocates have done. 
 2d Foice.— Hearken ! now the tyrant 's hurl'd 
 
 From his high despotic throne. 
 
 1st Foice.— Temperance ! will thy beams alone 
 Gild the spot that gave thee birth 1 
 
 2d Voice. — Other climes its sway shall own : 
 See,fit bursts o'er all the earth. 
 
 1st Foice.— Temperance ! then I'll be thy child, 
 
 For I love thy sacred name. 
 2d Foice.— Yes, my voice and influence mild 
 
 Can the wildest passion tame. 
 
 A//.— Temperance ! we will shout thy praise ; 
 
 We no more will leave thy band ; 
 Joyful, now, our anthems raise 
 
 In every clime and every land. 
 
 Sigourney. 496. l. m. Hamburg. 
 
 Intemperance. 
 1 THERE sprang a tree of deadly name. 
 Its poisonous breath, its baleful dew, 
 Scorched the green earth like lava flame, 
 And every plant of mercy slew. 
 350 
 
TEMPERANCE MEETINGS. 497. 
 
 |2 From clime to clime its branches spread 
 Their fearful fruits of sin and wo. 
 The prince of darkness lov'd its shade, 
 And toil'd its fiery seed to sow. 
 i3 Faith pour'd her prayer at midnight hour ; 
 The hand of zeal at noonday wrought ; 
 And armor of celestial power 
 
 The children of the cross besought. 
 
 4 Behold ! the axe its pride doth wound ; 
 
 Through-its cleft boughs the sunbeams shine; 
 Its blasted blossoms strew the ground. 
 Give glory to the arm divine. 
 
 5 And still Jehovah's aid implore, 
 
 From isle to isle, from sea to sea, 
 From peopled earth's remotest shore, 
 To root that deadly Upas tree. 
 
 . Sec. 497. c. M. Lanesborough. 
 
 1 GREAT God ! assembled in thy house, 
 
 Thy blessing to implore, 
 
 The kingdom and the glory be 
 
 Thine, now and evermore. 
 
 2 In all our counsels and our acts 
 
 Thy gracious aid we need. 
 The cause we love, O Lord, is thine : 
 Our plans do thou succeed. 
 
 3 A ruthless tyrant we assail 
 
 Who murders all he can. 
 And scatters wide the seeds of death — 
 The foe of God and man. 
 
 4 Thousands and thousands he destroys, 
 
 And makes their souls his prey ; 
 And thousands more he's urgmg on 
 In the same downward way. 
 
 351 
 
498,499. TEMPERANCE MEETINGS. 
 
 6 He triumphs as he multiplies 
 Diseases, crime, and wo ; 
 E'en to his allies and his friends 
 He proves the deadliest foe. 
 
 6 Now, Lord, let every arm be nerv'd, 
 And steady warfare wage, 
 This dreadful enemy to subdue, 
 And bless a future age. 
 
 C. Sec. 498. c. M. China. 
 
 Expostulation. 
 
 1 O DRUNTCARD, drunkard, stop thy hand. 
 
 Why such a course pursue. 
 Against thv Maker's !?reat command ? 
 Why thus thyself undo 7 
 
 2 Why sacrifice thy useful frame. 
 
 Thy children, friends, and wealth? 
 Why to derision give thy name. 
 And why destroy thy health ? 
 
 3 And why destroy those feelings warm 
 
 Which iTian for man should hold? 
 Why almost change thy noble form 
 To his who grazed of old ? 
 
 4 And why destroy thy much-lov'd wife, 
 
 To whom thy vows were given 
 To cherish her throughout thy life ? 
 Those vows were writ in heaven. 
 
 Sigourney. 409. l. m. Hamburg. 
 
 "Only this oace." Ex. x. 17. 
 1 *' ONLY this once."— The wine-cup glow'd 
 All sparkling with its ruby ray ; 
 352 
 
OCCASIONAL. 
 
 500. 
 
 The bacchanalian welcome flow'd, 
 And folly made the revel gay. 
 
 2 Then he, so long, so deeply warn'd, 
 
 The swav of conscience rashly spurn cL 
 His promise of repentance scorn'd, 
 And. coward like, to vice retum'd. 
 
 3 " drily this once.''— The tale is told. 
 
 He wildlv quaff'd the poisonous tide— 
 With more than Esau's madness sold 
 The l.irthright of his soul— and died. 
 
 4 I do not say that breath forsook 
 
 The clay, and lel'l its pulses dead; 
 But reason in her empire shook, 
 And all the life of life was fled. 
 
 5 " Only this once."— Beware, beware ! 
 
 Gaze not upon the blushing wine ! 
 O, fly temptation's syren snare, _ 
 
 And prayerful seek for strength divme. 
 
 OCCASIONAL. 
 
 Lyre. 500. s. m. Seir. 
 
 Keceivine members. 
 1 BRETHREN, as you have own'd 
 The Saviour for your Lord, 
 And to his people join'd yourselves 
 According to his word, 
 
 2 In 7Aoi\ YOU mu.^t dwell — 
 Her altar ne'er forsake 
 
 353 
 
501. OCCASIONAL. 
 
 Must come to all her solemn feasts, 
 And all her joys partake. 
 
 3 She must employ your thoughts 
 
 And your increasing care ; 
 Her welfare be your constant wish, 
 And her increase your prayer. 
 
 4 Never offend or grieve 
 
 Your brethren in the way ; 
 But shun the dark abodes of strife, 
 Like children of the day. 
 
 Lyre. 501. s.m. Shirland 
 
 Ordination. 
 
 1 LORD of the harvest, hear 
 
 Thy needy servants cry ; 
 Answer our faith's effectual prayer, 
 ■ And all our wants supply. 
 
 2 On thee we humbly wait : 
 
 Our wants are in thy view. 
 The harvest, truly, Lord, is great— 
 The laborers are few. 
 
 3 Convert, and send forth, more 
 
 Into thy church abroad, 
 And let them speak thy word of power, 
 As workers with their God. 
 
 4 Give the pure gospel word 
 
 The word of general grace ; 
 Then let them preach the common Lord, 
 Saviour of human race. 
 
 5 O let them spread thy name ; 
 
 Their mission fully prove ; 
 Thv universal grace proclaim — 
 Thine all-redeeming love. 
 354 
 
OCCASIONAL. 502, 503. 
 
 V. T. 50S. L. M. Marion. 
 
 Dedication. 
 
 1 WE come not here in rich array 
 O'er costly sacrifice to pray : 
 
 Our penitence and thanks we bring,— 
 A richer tribute to our King. 
 
 2 No cherubim, no holy ark, 
 
 Have we thy presence, Lord, to mark : 
 Hither we bring thy sacred word,— 
 Our guiding light, thy Spirit's sword. 
 
 3 Now let the cloud this temple fill. 
 (Be every heart in silence still.) 
 
 This temple 's thine— we pray thee take 
 The ofiering which we gladly make. 
 
 4 Though heaven of heavens cannot contain 
 Thine awful majesty, yet deign 
 
 Hither to turn thy gracious eye 
 Whene'er thy saints in suppliance cty. 
 
 5 Here let the sinner's sleep be broke, 
 And to the troubled peace be spoke ; 
 Here let thy chosen oft foretaste 
 The blessings of their future feast. 
 
 6 Now be the glory that is due 
 To Father, Son, and Spirit too. 
 
 With praise, dominion, blessing, given 
 " By all on earth, and all in heaven." 
 
 Erving. 503. cm. Henry. 
 
 Dedication. 
 
 1 THIS is thine earthly temple, Lord ! 
 
 Here wilt thou deign to meet 
 
 All those who love thy holy name, 
 
 And feel thy presence sweet. 
 
 355 
 
504. OCCASIONAL. 
 
 2 Here may thy servant long proclaim 
 
 Glad tidings of great joy, 
 And Christ, and his salvation, be 
 His great and chief employ. 
 
 3 Here may the righteous feel his heart 
 
 With holy ardor burn ; 
 And here, unto his Father's house, 
 The prodigal return. 
 
 4 Here may the presence of our God 
 
 Be felt by all who hear, 
 And thousands yet unborn be taught 
 The Saviour's name to fear. 
 
 5 Here may we view the lovely youth, 
 
 F'rom time to time, receive 
 The ordinances of thy house, 
 While they on Christ believe. 
 
 6 And when all earthly temples fail, 
 
 And ordinances cease. 
 Admit us. Lord, into that rest 
 Where all is joy and peace. 
 
 Montgonjery. 004. 7. Pleyel. 
 
 A house devoted to God's worship. 
 
 1 LORD of hosts, to thee we raise 
 Here a house of prayer and praise. 
 Thou thy people's hearts prepare 
 Here to meet for praise and prayer. 
 
 2 Let the living here be fed 
 
 With thy word, the heavenly bread. 
 Here, in hope of glory blest, 
 May the dead bo laid to rest. 
 
 3 Here to thee a temple stand 
 While the sea shall gird the land. 
 
 35G 
 
OCCASIONAL. 505, 506, 
 
 Here reveal thy mercy sure 
 While the sun and moon endure. 
 
 4 Hallelujah ! — earth and sky, 
 To the joyful sound reply ; 
 Hallelujah ! — hence ascend 
 Prayer and praise till time shall end. 
 
 . Bolles. 505* L. M. Hamburg. 
 
 Pastor's prayer in the study. 
 
 1 HERE", Lord, retired, I bow in prayer. 
 Refresh my soul— my heart prepare 
 To preach thy word with power divine : 
 If it succeed, the praise be thine. 
 
 2 Without this grace, I strive in vain. 
 O God, revive thy saints again ; 
 Convince poor sinners of their case, 
 Cause them to seek thy pardoning grace. 
 
 3 Draw thousands to thy mercy -seat ; 
 Their hearts renew — their siiis remit ; 
 Fill them with joy of faith and love 
 To serve on earth, to praise above. 
 
 4 In tears I sow the precious seed : 
 Cause it to spring — my work succeed. 
 With souls reward my work of love : 
 Then take me to thyself above. 
 
 Davis. 506. L. p. M. Beleville. 
 
 The minister's farewell. 
 1 FAREWELL, my brethren in the Lord ! 
 The gospel sounds the jubilee. 
 My stammering tongue shall sound aloud 
 
 From land to land, from sea to sea ; 
 And, as I preach from place to place, 
 I'll trust alone in God's free grace. 
 
 357 
 
507. OCCASIONAL. 
 
 2 Farewell, in bonds of union dear ! 
 
 Like strings you twine about my heart. 
 I humbly beg your earnest prayer 
 
 Till we shall meet no more to part — 
 Till we shall meet in worlds above, 
 Encircled in eternal love. 
 
 3 Farewell, my earthly friends below ! 
 
 Although so kind and dear to me, 
 My Jesus calls, and I must go 
 
 To sound the gospel jubilee — 
 To sound the jov and bear the news 
 To Gentile worfd and royal Jews. 
 
 4 Farewell, young people, one and all ! 
 
 While God to me my breath will give, 
 I'll pray to the eternal All 
 
 That your dear souls in Christ may live — 
 That your dear souls prepar'd may be 
 To reign in bliss eternally. 
 
 5 Farewe 1, to all beneath the sun! 
 
 And as I pass in tears below, 
 The path is straight my feet shall run, 
 
 And God will keep me as I go— 
 And God will keep me in his hand. 
 And bring me to the promis'd land. 
 
 6 Farewell, farewell !— I look above. 
 
 Jesus, my friend, to thee I call, — 
 My joy, my crown, my only love, 
 
 My safeguard here, my heav'nly all— 
 My theme to preach, my song to sing. 
 In death ray hope, my glorious King. 
 
 P. H. B. 507, c. M. Mear 
 
 A hymn for a maternal association. 
 1 GREAT God, we would to thee make known 
 Each fond maternal care : 
 35S 
 
OCCASIONAL. 50P. 
 
 For this we gather round thy throne, 
 Aud bring our children there. 
 
 2 We ask not wealth, long life, or fame, 
 
 Or aught the world can give, 
 May they but glorify thy name, 
 And to thy honor live. 
 
 3 Tkis is the burden of our prayer— 
 
 When from our bosoms riven, 
 May they be objects of thy care. 
 And heirs at last of heaven. 
 
 4 How sweet the Sabbath's holy calm I 
 
 How bright its peaceful rays ! 
 The Christian feels its soothmg balm, 
 And tunes his heart to praise. 
 
 5 But there's a sweeter rest above 
 
 To which our souls aspire, 
 Where all is light, and bliss, and love- 
 Where spirits never tire. 
 
 6 Angels and saints united move, 
 
 And take the heavenly lyre : 
 
 Their theme is evidently love. 
 
 And Gabriel leads the choir. 
 
 N. Y. E. 508, c. M. Peterborough. 
 
 For a maternal association quarterly meeting. 
 
 1 WE come, dear Lord, a feeble band. 
 
 But strong in faith and love. 
 Behold thv waiting handmaids stand : 
 We conie thy word to prove. 
 
 2 When thou didst sojourn here below, 
 
 Fond mothers then drew near, 
 And thou thy blessing didst bestow 
 Upon their offspring dear. 
 
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 3 Though now, exalted, thou dost reign 
 
 A Prince and Saviour too, 
 Thy word of promise shall remain. 
 From age to ages true. 
 
 4 Look down, dear Saviour, from above ; 
 
 Behold our children dear. 
 Now look on them with pitying eye, 
 And say, "Dear youth, draw near." 
 
 5 Sin spreads a thousand snares around ; 
 
 It lurks in all our joys ; 
 You tread, dear youth, enchanted ground, 
 Where death unseen destroys. 
 
 6 Dear Lord, compel them to come in 
 
 By thy constraining grace, 
 Lest they should fall a prey to sin, 
 And never see thy face. 
 
 Cowper. ^00. p. M. Haddara. 
 
 Birth-day. 
 
 1 GOD of my life, to thee 
 
 My cheerful soul I raise. 
 Thy goodness bade me be, 
 
 And still prolongs my daj'S. 
 I see my natal hour return, 
 And bless the day that I was born. 
 
 2 Long as I live beneath, 
 
 To thee O let me live — 
 To thee my every breath 
 
 In thanks and praises give. 
 Whate'er I have, whate'er I am, 
 Shall magnify my Maker's name. 
 
 3 My,. soul and all its powers, 
 
 Thine, wholly thine, shall be ; 
 360 > 
 
OCCASIONAL. 510, 511. 
 
 And all my happy hours 
 
 I consecrate to thee. 
 Me to thine image now restore, 
 And I shall praise thee evermore. 
 
 Berridge. 010. cm. Clifford. 
 
 Marriage. Johnii. 1. 
 
 1 SINCE Jesus freely did appear 
 
 To grace a marriage feast, 
 O Lord, we ask thy presence here 
 To make a wedding guest. 
 
 2 Upon the bridal pair look down 
 
 Who now have plighted hands ; 
 Their union with th}" favor crown, 
 And bless the nuptial bands. 
 
 3 In purest love these souls unite, 
 
 That they, Avith Christian care, 
 May make domestic burdens light 
 By taking mutual share. 
 
 4 And when that solemn hour shall come, 
 
 And life's short space be o'er. 
 May they in triumph reach that home 
 Where they shall part no more. 
 
 Lyre. 511. 8.7. Worthington. 
 
 ■Marriage. 
 
 1 COME, thou condescending Jesus ! 
 
 Thou hast blest a marriage feast. 
 Come, and with thy presence bless us ; 
 Deign to be an honored guest. 
 
 2 Lord, we come to ask thy blessing 
 
 On the happy pair to rest ; 
 May thy goodness, never ceasing, 
 Make them now and ever blest. 
 
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512. 
 
 OCCASIONAL. 
 
 3 Make them thine by true adoption— 
 
 Thine by free and sovereign grace ; 
 May they, in each word and action, 
 Do thy will, and speak thy praise. 
 
 4 Gracious Lord, from thy free bounty 
 
 Fill their basket and "their store ; 
 Give them, with their health and plenty, 
 Hearts thy goodness to adore. 
 
 5 Often from their happy dwelling 
 
 May the voice of prayer ascend, 
 For thy mercies still increasing, 
 To their best, their kindest, friend. 
 
 6 When by death's cold hand divided, 
 
 Which dissolves the teuderest ties. 
 By thy grace again united, 
 May they in thy image rise. 
 
 Lee. 5\2» L. M. 
 
 Marriage Hymn. 
 
 1 WITH grateful hearts, and tuneful lays, 
 
 We bow before th' eternal throne. 
 And offer up our humble praise 
 To him whose name is God alone. 
 
 2 On this auspicious eve draw near. 
 
 And shed thy richest blessings down ; 
 Fill ev'ry heart with love sincere, 
 And all thy faithful mercies crown. 
 
 3 Grant, now, thy presence, gracious Lord, 
 
 And hearken to our fervent praj'er ; 
 The nuptial vow in heaven record. 
 And bless the newly-married pair. 
 
 4 O, guide them safe this desert through. 
 
 Mid all the cares of life and love, 
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OCCASIONAL. 513 514. 
 
 At length with joy thy face to view 
 la fairer, better, worlds above. 
 
 Conn Obs. «S13. l. m. Broomfield. 
 
 Marriage Hymn. 
 
 1 THIS festive scene, these nuptial rites, 
 
 Deign with thy presence now to crown ; 
 And, on the pair whom love unites, 
 Shed thy best blessings largely down. 
 
 2 Be thou their guardian, guide, and friend, 
 
 While through lifes devious paths they roam: 
 And still let all their footsteps tend 
 
 Towards heaven, their safe and lasting home. 
 
 3 In sorrow let each one impart 
 
 Sweet solace to the other's breast ; "^ 
 
 And soothe the anguish of the heart, 
 
 And calm the troubled thoughts to rest. 
 i In joy, when all around them smiles, 
 
 Like Eden's bright and beauteous bowers, 
 And Hope's enchanting view beguiles 
 
 (If such must be) their heavier hours, 
 
 5 Let their warm gratitude arise 
 
 Free from the altar of their hearts, 
 And waft its incense to the skies 
 To him who every good imparts. 
 
 6 To his delightful service given 1 
 
 Be their whole soul, and strength, and mind. 
 Till, ripened by his grace for heaven, 
 In endless union they are joined. 
 
 S. S. Cutting. 514. L. M. Pilesgrove, 
 
 Thanksgiving hymn. 
 1 CREATOR, God ! thy glories blaze 
 Where'er above, around, we gaze. I 
 
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 Thy smile gives beauty to the flower, 
 Thy grandeur to the tempest, power. 
 
 2 God of our lives, the throbbing heart 
 Doth at thy beck its action start — 
 Throbs on obedient to thy will, 
 Or ceases at thy fatal chill. 
 
 3 God of the harvest, sun and shower 
 Own the high mandate of thy power : 
 Plenty her rich profusion throws 
 When thou dost bid, or want her woes. 
 
 4 God of all providence, thy care 
 Heeds what the blooming lilies wear. 
 O'er nobler man that care presides 
 When joy doth bless, or wo betides. 
 
 5 God of eternal life, thy love 
 Doth the deep stain of sin remove : 
 The cross ! the cross ! — its hallow'd light 
 Fast drives from earth her cheerless night. 
 
 6 God of all goodness, to the skies 
 Our hearts'in grateful anthems rise ; 
 And to thy service shall be given 
 The rest of life, the whole of heaven. 
 
 Hill. 515. 11. Prescott. 
 
 Parting hymn. 
 
 1 FAREWELL, my dear brethren, the time is at 
 
 hand 
 That we must be parted from this social band. 
 Our several engagements do call us away — 
 Sep'ration is needful, and we must obey. 
 
 2 Farewell, loving Christians, farewell for awhile. 
 We'll soon meet again if kind heaven should 
 
 smile. 
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 And while we are parted and scatter'd abroad 
 We'll pray for each other, and wrestle with God. 
 
 3 Farewell, ye young converts, who've listed for 
 
 war. 
 Sore trials await you, but Jesus is near. 
 And though you must walk through this dark 
 
 wilderness, 
 Your Captain's before 3-0U, he'll lead you to peace. 
 
 4 Farewell, seeking mourners, with sad broken 
 
 heart 
 O hasten to know Jesus, and seek the good part. 
 He's full of compassion, and mighty to save ; 
 . His arms are extended your souls to receive. 
 
 5 Farewell, careless sinner, for you I do mourn 
 To think of your danger and your unconcern. 
 You've heard of a judgment where all must ap- 
 pear : 
 
 O, there you'll stand trembling with tormenting 
 fear. 
 
 6 The frolics and pastimes in which you delight 
 Will serve to torment 3-0U in that dreadful fright. 
 You'll think of the sermons which you've heard 
 
 in vain, 
 When hope's gone forever of hearing again. 
 
 7 Farewell, faithful pilgrims— farewell, all around ! 
 Perhaps we'll not meet till the last trump shall 
 
 sound. 
 To meet you in glory I give 3'ou my hand, 
 The Saviour to praise in a pure social band. 
 
 S. F. Smith. 516. 8. 7. 4. Suffolk. 
 
 Close of a protracted meeting. 
 1 NOW these solemn days are ending : 
 All their glowing hopes are o'er. 
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 Now the fiaal hour is spending : 
 We shall see their joys no more. 
 
 Days of gladness — 
 We shall see their joys no more. 
 
 2 Oft the tidings of salvation 
 
 Have been pressed upon our ears. 
 Who has heard the invitation ? 
 Who in sinning perseveres 7 
 
 Who, rebellious, 
 Still in sinning perseveres ? 
 
 3 Sinner, o'er thy hardness weeping, 
 
 To the Saviour thou must go, 
 Never resting, never sleeping, 
 Till the peaceful breezes bow- 
 Never resting 
 Till the peaceful breezes blow. 
 
 4 Thoughtless ones, while ye, departing, 
 
 Hasten from these scenes away, 
 Let your spirits, onward darting, 
 See another parting day — 
 
 Fast approaching 
 See another parting day. 
 
 5 While the contrite while the lowly, 
 
 Rise where matchless dories glow, 
 Ye, who choose to be unholy. 
 Must depart to endless wo — 
 
 Ye unholy 
 Must depart to endless wo. 
 
 6 Each one in this congregation 
 
 Then must go to heaven or hell, 
 (Pains unknown or sweet salvation,) 
 There forever more to dwell — 
 
 None escaping, 
 There forevermore to dwell. 
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 Barbauld. 517, c. m. Arlington. 
 
 Charitable collection. 
 
 1 BLEST is the man whose soft'ning heart 
 
 Feels all another's pain — 
 
 To whom the supplicating eye 
 
 Was never rais'd in vain ; 
 
 2 Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth 
 
 A stranger's woes to feel, 
 And bleeds in pity o'er the wound 
 He wants the power to heal. 
 
 3 He spreads his kind supporting arms 
 
 To every child of grief : 
 His secret bounty largely flows, 
 And brings unask'd relief. 
 
 4 To gentle offices of love 
 
 His feet are never slow : 
 He views, through mercy's melting eye 
 A brother in a foe. 
 
 5 He, from the bosom of his God, 
 
 Shall present peace receive ; 
 And when he kneels before the throne, 
 His trembling soul shall live. 
 
 Gibbons. 518. l. m. Mendon. 
 
 Acts XX. 35. 
 
 1 WHEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, 
 What were his works from day to day 
 But miracles. of power and grace. 
 
 That spread salvation through our race 7 
 
 2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view 
 Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue ; 
 Let alms bestow'd, let kmdness done, 
 Be witness'd by each rolling sun. 
 
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 3 That man may last but never lives 
 Who much receives but nothing gives, 
 Whom none can love, whom none can thank — 
 Creation's blot, creation's blank. 
 
 4 But he who marks from day to day 
 In generous acts his radiant way, 
 Treads the same path his Saviour trod,— 
 The path to glorj^ and to God. 
 
 Lyre. 519. 8. 7. Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 Life's billows. 
 
 1 TOSS'D upon life's raging billow, 
 
 Sweet it is, Lord, to know 
 Thou didst press a sailor's pillow, 
 
 And canst feel a sailor's wo. 
 Never slumbering, never sleeping, 
 
 Though the night be dark and drear. 
 Thou the faithful watch art keeping, 
 
 " All, all's well," thy constant cheer. 
 
 2 And though loud the wind is howling, 
 
 Fierce thoush flash the lightnings red, 
 Darkly though the storm-cloud's scowling. 
 
 O'er the sailor's anxious head, 
 Thou canst calm the raging ocean, 
 
 All its noise and tumult still, 
 Hush the tempest's wild commotion, 
 
 At the bidding of thy will. 
 
 3 Thus mv heart the hope will cherish, 
 
 While'' to thee I lift mine eye, 
 Thou wilt save me ere I perish, 
 
 Thou wilt hear the sailor's cry. 
 And, though mast and sail be riven, 
 
 Life's short voyage will soon -be o'er — 
 Safely moor'd in "heaven's wide haven, 
 
 Storm and tempest vex no more. 
 
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OCCASIONAL. 520, 521. 
 
 Wesley. 5SJ0, c. m. Barby. 
 
 Old age approaching. 
 
 1 ETERNAL God, enthron'd on high ! 
 
 Whom angel hosts adore ! 
 Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh ! 
 Thy presence I implore. 
 
 2 0, guide me down the steep of age, 
 
 And keep my passions cool ; 
 Teach me to scan the sacred page, 
 And practise ever}'' rule. 
 
 3 My flying years time urges on ; 
 
 What 's human must decay ; 
 My friends, my young companions gone, 
 Can I expect to stay 7 
 
 4 Can I exemption plead when death 
 Projects his awful dart ? 
 
 Can med'cines then prolong my breath, 
 Or virtue shield my heart? 
 
 5 Ah, no ! — then smooth the mortal hour : 
 On thee my hope depends. 
 
 Support me with almightj- power 
 While dust to dust descends. 
 
 6 Then shall my soul, O gracious God, 
 (While angels join the lay,) 
 
 Admitted to the bless'd abode, 
 Its endless anthems pay. 
 
 Dwight. 521. • s. M. Olmutz. 
 
 Sick-bed reflectioiis. 
 1 JUST o'er the grave I hung : 
 
 No pardon met my eyes : 
 As blessings never greet the slain, 
 And hope shall never rise. 
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522. DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 
 
 2 Sweet mercy to my soul 
 Reveal'd no charming ray ; 
 
 Before me rose a long, dark night, 
 With no succeeding day. 
 
 3 Then O how vain appear'd 
 The joys beneath the sky ! 
 
 Like visions past— like flowers that blow 
 When wint'ry storms are nigh 
 
 4 How moum'd my sinking soul 
 The Sabbath's hours divme— 
 
 The day of grace, that precious day, 
 Consum'd in sense and sin ! 
 
 5 The work, the mighty work, 
 Of life, so long delay'd ! 
 
 Repentance yet to be begun 
 Upon a dymg bed ! 
 
 DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 
 
 Wesley. 52S. cm. Dundee. 
 
 Communion of saints on earth with saints in heaven. 
 
 1 COME, let us join our friends above 
 
 Who have obtained the prize, 
 And, on the eagle wings of love, 
 To joy celestial rise, 
 
 2 Let saints below in concert sing 
 
 With those to glory gone, 
 For all the servants of our King 
 In heaven and earth are one. 
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DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 523. 
 
 3 One family, we dwell in him — 
 
 One church, above, beneath ; 
 Though now divided by the stream, 
 The narrow stream, of death. 
 
 4 Ev'n now to their eternal home 
 
 Some happy spirits fly ; 
 And we are to the margin come, 
 And soon expect to die ! 
 
 5 Dear Saviour, be our constant guide ; 
 
 Then, when the word is given, 
 Bid Jordan's narrow stream divide, 
 And land us safe in heaven, 
 
 Newton. 529* c. m. Burford: 
 
 Death and glory. 
 
 1 IN vain our fancy strives to pamt 
 
 The moment after death — 
 The glories that surround a saint 
 When yielding up his breath. 
 
 2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks ; 
 
 One efibrt — and he's gone ; 
 
 And lo, the willing spirit takes 
 
 Its mansion near tne throne. 
 
 3 We strive, but all our elTorts fail, 
 
 To trace that upward flight. 
 No eye can pierce within the veil 
 Which hides the world of light. 
 
 4 Yet, though we see them not, we know 
 
 Saints are completely blest— =■ 
 Are freed from sm, and care, and wo, 
 And with their Saviour rest. 
 
 5 On harps of gold they praise his name, 
 
 His face tht^y always view : 
 
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 Then let us foll'wers be of them 
 That we may praise him too. 
 
 S. B. Linsley. 594, l. m. Forest. 
 
 The rich man and Lazarus. Luke xvi. 19—25. 
 
 1 WITH costly wines the table groan'd, 
 
 And smoking viands gracVl the board, 
 And there, in g-orgeous rohes array'd, 
 Sat the rich man, its haughty lord. 
 
 2 With mirth and music, dance and song, 
 
 His halls resounded day by day ; 
 And thus in revelry and sin 
 
 He pass'd his useless life away. 
 
 3 Lazarus at his gate was laid, 
 
 By hunger urged, a beggar poor. 
 For crumbs which from his table fell 
 He humbly ask'd, nor sought for more. 
 
 4 Lazarus died, and, quick as thought, 
 
 With glorious angels took his flight 
 To Abram's bosom, friend of God, 
 In realms of everlasting light. 
 
 5 The rich man died, and sunk to hell, 
 
 And utter'd there the piercing cry, 
 " Let Laz-rus come and cool my tongue, 
 For I in flames tormented lie." 
 
 6 But ah ! no cooling waters flow; 
 
 From heav'n no holy saint can come. 
 On earth he scorn'd a'Saviour's love, 
 And endless wo is now his doom. 
 
 Wingrove. 5S5. 8. 7. 4. Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 Happy death-bed. 
 1 EVERY moment brings me nearer 
 To my long-sought rest above, 
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DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 526. 
 
 Higher mounts my soul, and higher. 
 
 how happy to remove ! 
 Then forever 
 
 1 shall sing redeeming love. 
 
 2 Soon shall I be gone to glory — 
 
 Join the bright, angelic race ; 
 There repeat the pleasing story, 
 " I was saved by sov'reign grace " 
 
 And forever 
 View my loving Saviour's face. 
 
 3 Though my burden sore oppress me, 
 
 And I sink beneath my pain, 
 Jesus he will soon release me, 
 And 3-our loss will be my gain. 
 
 Precious Saviour ! • * 
 With my Lord I shall remziin. 
 
 Seamen's Col. 52G, 7. Norwich. 
 
 Come away. 
 
 1 WHEN we close our eyes in death, 
 When we yield our fleeting breath, 
 May we hear our Saviour say, 
 
 " Heirs of glorj', come away." 
 
 2 And when round our dying beds, 
 Friends would raise our drooping heads, 
 Could an earthly arm supply 
 Strength, unless our God be nigh ? 
 
 3 In that last extremity, 
 Jesus, thou our refuge be. 
 
 Ma}' we feel thee near our heart, 
 Bidding every fear depart 
 
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 Wesley. 537. 8.7. Wilmot. 
 
 The departing saint. 
 
 1 HAPPY soul, thy days are ending- 
 
 All thy mourning days below. 
 Go, by angel guards attending, 
 To the sight of Jesus go. 
 
 2 Waiting to receive thy spirit, 
 
 Lo ! the Saviour stand above, 
 Shows the glory of his merit, 
 Reaches out the crown of love. 
 
 3 For the joy he sets before thee 
 
 Bear a momentary pain ; 
 Die to live the life o'f glory ; 
 Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. 
 
 4 Struggle through thy latest passion 
 
 To'thy dear Redeemer's breast- 
 To his uttermost salvation, 
 To his everlasting rest. 
 
 Lyre. 528. 8.7. Pilgrim. 
 
 The female pilgrim, 
 1 WHITHER goest thou, pilgrim stranger, 
 Wandering through this gloomy vale? 
 Know'st thou not 'tis full of danger, 
 And will not thy courage fail ? 
 
 No ! rm bound for the kingdom. 
 ' Will you ^0 to glory with me 7 
 Hallelujah ! praise ye the Lord. 
 
 2 " Pilgrim thou dost justly call me, 
 Travelling through this lonely void ; 
 But no ill shall e'er befal me 
 
 While I'm blest with such a guide. 
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 529. 
 
 3 Such a guide !— no guide attends thee : 
 
 Hence for thee my fears arise. 
 If some guardian power defend thee, 
 'Tis unseen by mortal eyes. 
 
 4 " Yes, unseen ; but still, believe me, 
 
 Such a guide my steps attend. 
 
 He '11 in every strait relieve me. 
 
 He will guide me to the end." 
 
 5 Pilgrim, see that stream before thee, 
 
 Darkly rolling through the vale : 
 Should its boisterous waves roll o'er thee, 
 Would not then thy courage fail ? 
 
 6 " No ! that stream has nothing frightful ; 
 
 To its brink my steps I'll bend ; 
 
 Thence to plunge 'twill be delightful; 
 
 There my pilgrimage will end." 
 
 7 While I jjazed. with speed surprising 
 
 Down tlie vale she plunged from sight; 
 Gazing still, I saw her rising, 
 Like an angel clothed in light. 
 O, she's gone to the kingdom. 
 Will you follow her to glory 7 
 Hallelujah ! praise ye the Lord. 
 
 C. Wesley. 529. c. p. m. Ganges. 
 
 1 LO ! on a narrow neck of land, 
 'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand, 
 
 Yet how insensible ! 
 A point of time, a moment's space, 
 Removes me to yon heav'nly place, 
 
 Or shuts me up in hell. 
 
 2 O God, my inmost soul convert, 
 And deeply on my thoughtless heart, 
 
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 Eternal thing's impress ; 
 Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
 And save me ere it be too late ; 
 
 Wake me to righteousness. 
 
 3 Before me place, in bright array, 
 The pomp of that tremendous day 
 
 When thou with clouds shalt come 
 To jud^e the nations at thy bar ; 
 And tell me, Lord, shall I be there 
 
 To meet a joyful doom ? 
 
 4 Be this my one great business here, 
 With holy trembling, holy fear, 
 
 To malce my calling sure ; 
 Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 
 And suffer all thy righteous will, 
 
 And to the end endure. 
 
 Hoskins. 530. c. m. Mear. 
 
 Time is short. 1 Cor. vii. 29. 
 
 1 " THE time is short ! " the season near, 
 
 When death will us remove. 
 To leave our friends, however dear, 
 Leave all we fondly love. 
 
 2 " The time is short ! " sinners, beware, 
 
 Nor trifle time away ; 
 The word of great salvation hear 
 While it is call'd to-day 
 
 3 " The time is short ! " ve rebels now 
 
 To Christ, the Lord, "submit ; 
 To mercy's golden sceptre bow, 
 And fall at Jesus' feet. 
 
 4 " The time is short ! " ye saints, rejoice — 
 
 The Lord will quickfy come. 
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DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 531. 
 
 Soon shall you hear the Bridegroom's voice 
 To call you to your home. 
 
 5 " The time is short ! " the moment near, 
 When we shall dwell above, 
 And be forever happy there, 
 With Jesus, whoni we love. 
 
 ongster. ^31. p.m. Weston. 
 
 ■ Heaven desired. 
 
 1 NOW here awhile I stay 
 In hopes of that glad day 
 When I am calPd away 
 
 To the mansions above; 
 There to enjoy the treasure 
 Of unconsuming pleasure. 
 And shout in highest mejisure 
 
 Hallelujahs of love. 
 
 And O give him glory, 
 And O give him glory, 
 And O give him glory, 
 
 For glory is his own. 
 Yes, you may give him glcny, 
 And I icill give him glory, 
 WeHl shout and give him glory. 
 
 When we arrive at home. 
 
 2 In hopes of seeing Jesus 
 When all mv conflicts ceases, ' 
 To him my love increases. 
 
 To worship and adore. 
 Come, then, my blessed Saviour, 
 Vouchsafe to me the favor 
 To dwell with thee forever 
 
 When time shall be uo more. 
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532. DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 
 
 3 Then in the blooming garden 
 Of Eden, gain'd by pardon, 
 Upon the banks of Jordan, 
 
 We'll worship the Lamb ; 
 We'll sing the song of Moses, 
 While Jesus sweet composes 
 A song that never closes 
 
 Of praises to his name. 
 
 4 See, 5^onder is the glory ; 
 It lies but just before me ; 
 And there we'll tell the story, 
 
 Of all-redeeming love ; 
 And there we shall forever 
 Drink of the flowing river, 
 And ever, ever, ever, 
 
 Surround the throne of love. 
 
 E.Cushman. 53S. 8.7.4. Suffolk. 
 
 The Christian's funeral hymn. 
 
 1 HARK, the voice of injured Justice : 
 
 Sinners, listen, weep, and mourn, 
 Man is fallen ; God, offended, 
 Bids his awful fury burn. 
 
 Turn, ye rebels ! 
 To your kindred dust return. 
 
 2 Hark, the songs of raptured converts, 
 
 Ransom'd by their heavenly King. 
 Sin 's forgiven— death is vanquished ; 
 Nature wakes to join and sing. 
 
 Songs of triumph 
 To the mighty conqu'ror bring. 
 
 3 Hark, the strains of yonder music. 
 
 Mingling songs with dying sighs ; 
 'Tis the voice of the belieVer 
 
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DEATH AISD JUDGMENT. 533, 534. 
 
 Bound to mansions in the skies — 
 
 Soft reposing 
 Till his God shall bid him rise. 
 
 4 Hark, th' eternal Judge, descending, 
 Rends the heavens, cleaves the tomb; 
 Angel's voice, with trumpet sounding, 
 Bids the ransom'd millions come. 
 
 Christ, the Saviour, 
 Bids his saints the welcome home. 
 
 Addison. 533. c. m. Dundee. 
 
 1 W'HEN, rising from the bed of death, 
 
 O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, 
 I see m}' Maker face to face, 
 O, how shall I appear ? 
 
 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, 
 
 And mercy may be sought, 
 My heart Wth inward horror shrinks, 
 And trembles at the thought, 
 
 3 When thou, O Lord ! shalt stand disclos'd 
 
 In majesty severe, 
 And sit in judgment on my soul, 
 O, how shall I appear ? 
 
 4 Prepare me. Lord, to meet that day 
 
 Ere it be too late, 
 When I shall view these solemn scenes, 
 And feel their awful weight. 
 
 Y. C. C. 534. L. M. Eaton. 
 
 Harvest hymn. Mat. xiii. 24—30, 
 
 1 THIS is the field, the world below, 
 
 In which the sowers come to sow : 
 
 Jesus the wheat, Satan the tares, 
 
 For so the word of truth declares ; 
 
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535. DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 
 
 And soon the reaping -time will come, 
 And angels shout the harvest-home. 
 
 2 To love my sins, a saint appear, 
 To grow in wheat and be a tare, 
 May serve me while on earth below. 
 Where tares and wheat together grow : 
 
 But soon, <^c. 
 
 3 Most awful truth !— and is it so? 
 Must all mankind the harvest know ? 
 Is every man a wheat or tare ? — 
 
 Me for the harvest, Lord, prepare : 
 For soon, cf-c. 
 
 4 Then all who truly righteous be 
 Their Father's kingdom soon shall see: 
 But tares in bundles shall be bound. 
 And cast in hell— O, doleful sound ! 
 
 And soon, (f«c. 
 
 Newton. 5^5, l. m. Rockingham. 
 
 The tolling bell, 
 
 1 OFT as the bell, with solemn toll, 
 Speaks the departure of a soul. 
 Let each one ask himself, " Am I 
 Prepar'd, should I be call'd to die ? " 
 
 2 Only this frail and fleeting breath 
 Preserves me from the jaws of death: 
 Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone, 
 And plung'd into a world unknown. 
 
 3 Then, leaving all T lov'd below, 
 To God's tribunal I must go — 
 
 Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate, 
 And fix my everlasting state. 
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DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 536, 537. 
 
 4 But could I bear to hear him say,. 
 " Depart, accursed, far away ; 
 With Satan, in the lowest hell, 
 Thou art forever doom'd to dwell? " 
 
 5 Lord Jesus ! help me now to flee, 
 And seek my hope alone in thee ; 
 Apply thy blood, thy spirit give, 
 Subdue my sin, and let me live. 
 
 6 Then, when the solemn hell I hear. 
 If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear : 
 Nor would the thought distressing be, 
 " Perhaps it next may toll for me." 
 
 Sec. 030. c. p. M. Aithlone. 
 
 1 NO room for mirth or trifling here, 
 For worldly hope or worldly fear. 
 
 If life so soon is gone — 
 If now the Judge is at the door. 
 And all mankind must stand before 
 
 Th' inexorable throne. 
 
 2 No matter which my thoughts employ, — 
 A moment's misery or jov ; 
 
 But O, when both shall end. 
 Where shall I find my destined place 7 
 Shall I my everlasting days 
 
 With fiends or angels spend? 
 
 S'ewton. 5S7» c. m. Albany. 
 
 There the weary are at rest. Job iii. 17. 
 1 COURAGE, my soul ! behold the prize 
 The Saviour's love provides, — 
 Eternal life beyond the skies 
 For all whom here he guides. 
 
 381 
 
538. DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 
 
 2 The wicked cease from troubling there, 
 
 The weary are at rest ; 
 Sorrow and sin, and pain and care, 
 No more approach the blest. 
 
 3 A wicked world and wicked heart 
 
 With Satan now are join'd : 
 Each acts a too successful part 
 In harassing my mind. 
 
 4 In conflict with this threefold troop 
 
 How weary, Lord, am I ! 
 Did not the promise hear me up, 
 My soul must faint and die. 
 
 5 But, fighting in my Saviour's strength, 
 
 Though mighty are my foes, 
 I shall a conqu'ror be at length 
 O'er all that can oppose. 
 
 6 Then why, my soul, complain or fear ? 
 
 The crown of glory see. 
 The more I toil and suffer here. 
 The sweeter rest will be. 
 
 Muhlenburg. 538. 11. Prescott. 
 
 Heaven desirable. Job vii. 16. 
 
 1 I WOULD not live alwa} : I ask not to stay 
 Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way. 
 The few lurid mornii^s that dawn on us here 
 Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its 
 
 cheer. 
 
 2 I would not live alway thus fettered by sm — 
 Temptation without, and corruption within : 
 E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, 
 And the cup of thanKsgiving with penitent tears. 
 
 382 
 
DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 539. ■ 
 
 , 3 I would not live alvvay : no — welcome the tomb : 
 Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom. 
 I There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise 
 f To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 
 
 4 Who, who would live ahvay away from his God — 
 ! Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
 
 Where the.rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the 
 
 plains, 
 And the noontide of glorj' eternally reigns ? 
 
 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
 
 I Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet ; 
 I While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, 
 I And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul ? 
 
 I Meth. Col. 539. s. M. Livingston. 
 
 1 THOU Judge of quick and dead, 
 
 Before whose bar severe, 
 With holy joy or guilty dread. 
 
 We all shall soon appear ! 
 Our caution'd souls prepare 
 
 For that tremendous day. 
 And fill usj now, with watchful care, 
 
 And stir us up to pray — 
 
 2 Topray and wait the hour. 
 
 That awful hour unknown, 
 When, robed in maiesty and power, 
 
 Thou shalt from heaven come down, 
 Th' knmortal Son of man, 
 
 To judge the human race, 
 With all thy Father's dazzlmg train. 
 
 With all thy glorious grace. 
 
 3 To damp our earthly joys, 
 
 T' increase our CTacious fears, 
 Forever let th' archangel's voice 
 Be sounding in our ears 
 
 383 
 
540. DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 
 
 The solemn midnight cry, » 
 
 " Ye dead, the Judge is come ; 
 
 Arise, and meet him in the sky, 
 And meet your instant doom." 
 
 4 may we thus he found 
 Obedient to his word, 
 Attentive to the trumpet's sound, 
 
 And looking for our Lord. 
 O may we all ensure 
 
 A lot among the blest ; 
 And watch a moment to secure 
 ^ . An everlasting rest. 
 
 N. Y. E. 540. 7. Edgefield.1 
 
 The dying Christian. 
 
 1 SAVIOUR ! take me to thy arms ; 
 
 Bid my doubts and anguish flee. 
 Earth has lost its empty charms : 
 What is all the world to thee ? 
 
 2 Take, O take my sinful heart — 
 
 Take it to th}-" heavenly rest ; 
 Bid my sorrows quick depart ; 
 Place me among thy chosen blest. 
 
 3 Place me near thy throne of gold, 
 
 Built on mercy, truth, and love. 
 
 Where the tale of Calvary 's told 
 
 In the purest strains above. * 
 
 4 Now I feel thy precious arm 
 
 Underneath my aching head : 
 What, O God, on earth can harm 
 When thou'rt near the dying bed ? 
 
 5 Heaven's portals wide are spread — 
 
 Angels hovering round him bright : 
 3S4 
 
DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 541,542. 
 
 O the Lamb ! the Lamb that bled ! 
 O the bliss ! the joyful sight ! 
 
 Montgomery. 041. l. m. Rothwell. 
 
 The living know, &c. Eccl. ix. 5. 
 
 1 WHERE are the dead ?— In heav'n or hell 
 Their disembodied spirits dwell; 
 
 • Their perish'd forms in bonds of clay, 
 Reserv'd until the judgment-day. 
 
 2 Who are the dead ? — The sons of Time 
 In ev'rj- age, and state, and clime ; 
 Renown'd. dishonored, or forgot, 
 
 The place that knew them knows them not. 
 
 3 Where are the living ? — On the ground 
 Where prayer is heard and mercy found — 
 Where, in the compass of a span, 
 
 The mortal makes th' immortal man. 
 
 4 Who are the living ? — They whose breath 
 Draws ev'ry moment nigh to death ; 
 
 Of endless "bliss or wo the heirs. 
 O, what an awful lot is theirs ! 
 
 5 Then, timely warn'd, let us begin 
 To follow Clirist, and flee from sin ; 
 Daily grow up in him our head, — 
 Lord of the living and the dead. 
 
 Hill. 54S. P.M. Suffolk. 
 
 The judgment described. Rev. i. 7. 
 1 LO, he comes, in clouds descending, 
 Once for favor'd sinners slain : 
 Thousand thousand saints attending. 
 Swell the triumph of his train. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 God appears on earth to reign. 
 25^' 385 
 
543. DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 
 
 2 Every eye shall now behold him 
 
 Robed in dreadful majesty ; 
 Those who set at nought and sold him, 
 Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree, 
 
 Deeply wailing, 
 Shall the true Messiah see. 
 
 3 The dear tokens of his passion 
 
 Still his dazzling body bears, — 
 Cause of endless exultation 
 To his ransom'd worshippers. 
 
 With what rapture 
 Gaze we on those glorious scars ! 
 
 4 Yea, amen ! let all adore thee, 
 
 High on thine eternal throne ; 
 Saviour, take the power and glory, 
 Claim the kingdom for thine own ; 
 
 Jah ! Jehovah ! 
 Everlasting God, come down. 
 
 Lyre. 543. 8. 7. 4. Calvary. 
 
 The judgment. 
 
 1 SEE the eternal Judge descending, 
 
 Seated on his Father's throne : 
 Now, poor sinner, Christ shall show thee 
 He is the eternal Son. 
 Trumpets call thee : 
 Come to hear thy awful doom. 
 
 2 Hear the sinner thus lamenting 
 
 At the thoughts of future pain : 
 Cries and tears he now is venting, 
 But he cries and weeps in vain — 
 
 Greatly mourning 
 That he ne'er was bora again. 
 386 
 
DEATH AND JUDGMENT. 543. 
 
 3 " Yonder stands the glorious Saviour, 
 
 With the marks of dying love : 
 O, that I had sought his favor 
 When I felt his Spirit move. 
 
 Doomed justly. 
 For I l^ave against him strove. 
 
 4 " All his warnings I have slighted. 
 
 While he daily sought my soul ; 
 If some vows to him 1 plighted, 
 Yet for siu I broke the whole. 
 
 Golden moments ! 
 How* neglected did they roll ! 
 
 5 " Yonder stand my godly neighbors 
 
 Who were once "despised by me ; 
 They are clad in dazzling splendor, 
 Waiting my sad fate to see. 
 
 Farewell, neighbors ! — 
 Dismal gulf! I'm bound for thee." 
 
 6 Now, despisers, look and wonder : 
 
 Hope and sinners here must part. 
 Louder than the peal of thunder, 
 Hear the dreadful sound, " Depart." 
 
 Lost forever — 
 How it quails the sinner's heart ! 
 
 387 
 
544 — 547. DoxoLOGiEs. 
 
 DOXOLOaiES. 
 
 544. L. M. Old Hundred. 
 
 PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow ; 
 Praise him all creatures here helow ; 
 Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 545. c. M. Dundee. 
 
 LET God the Father, and the Son, 
 
 And Spirit, be ador'd, 
 Where there are works to make him known, 
 
 Or saints to love the Lord. 
 
 546. s. M. Olmutz. 
 
 YE angels round the throne. 
 
 And saints that dwell below, 
 Worship the Father, praise the Son, 
 
 And bless the Spirit too, 
 
 547. H. M. Haddam. 
 
 TO God, the Father's, throne 
 Your highest honors raise ; 
 Glory to God, the Son ; 
 To" God, the Spirit, praise : 
 With all our powers. 
 Eternal King, thy name we sing, 
 While failh adores. 
 388 
 
548, 549, 550. doxologies. 
 
 54: 8, 7. Nuremburg'. 
 
 SING we to our God above 
 Praise eternal as his love : 
 Praise him, all ve heavenlv host-^ 
 Father, Sou, and Holy Ghost. 
 
 549. 8. 7. Greenville. 
 MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour, 
 
 And the Father's boundless love. 
 With the Holy Spirifs favor, 
 
 Rest -upon us from above. 
 Thus may we abide in union 
 
 With each other and the Lord ; 
 And possess, in sweet communion, 
 
 Joys which earth cannot aiford. 
 
 550. L. ii. Old Hundred. 
 
 Close of worship. 
 
 1 AGAIX we'll magnify the Lord, 
 
 And close with praise the day of rest: 
 For all the comforts of thy word 
 Be thy great name forever blest. 
 
 2 Our services are all defiled, 
 
 But Jesus pleads within the veil : 
 Saviour, on thee our hopes we build. 
 Nor can thine intercession fail. 
 
HYMN. 
 
 The following hymn, written by Mrs. Sigoumey, was 
 sung at the funeral of the Rev. G. F. Davis, D. D., one 
 of the partners in the compilation of this volume, hut 
 will answer for other similar occasions. 
 
 1 PASTOR ! thou from us art taken 
 
 In the glory oflhy years, 
 As the oak, by tempests shaken, 
 Falls ere tiaie its verdure sears. 
 
 2 Here, where oft thy lip hath taught us 
 
 Of the Lamb who died to save, 
 Where thy guiding hand hath brought us 
 To the deep, baptismal wave — 
 
 3 Pale and cold we see thee lying, 
 
 In God's temple once so dear, 
 
 And the mourners' bitter sighing 
 
 Falls unheeded on thine ear. 
 
 4 All thy love, and zeal to lead us 
 
 Where immortal fountains shine, 
 And on living bread to feed us, 
 In our sorrowing hearts do shine. 
 
 5 May the conquering faith that cheer'd thee 
 
 When thy foot on .Jordan prest, 
 Guide our spirits while we leave thee 
 In the tomb that Jesus blest. 
 
 390 
 
SYLLABUS OF ARRANGEMENT. 
 
 The Perfections of God, 5 to 10 
 
 Universal Praise, 11 15 
 
 The Scriptures, 16 21 
 
 Christ, 22 60 
 
 The Holv Spirit, 61 67 
 
 Sinners Warned, 68 82 
 
 Sinners Awakened, 83 104 
 
 Sinners Invited, 105 124 
 
 Sinners Converted, 125 143 
 
 Profession and Baptism, 144 157 
 
 Doctrine, 158 163 
 
 Christian Character and Graces, . . . .164 228 
 
 Worship 229 251 
 
 Family Worship, 252 269 
 
 Revival, 270 277 
 
 Missionary Concert, 278 305 
 
 Concert fo'r Colleges, 306 307 
 
 Sabbath Schools, 307 323 
 
 New and Old Year, 324 331 
 
 Tract Meetings, 332 337 
 
 Peace Meetings, 333 345 
 
 Temperance Meetings, 346 352 
 
 Occasional 353 369 
 
 Death and Judgment, 370 387 
 
 Doxolosies, 388 389 
 
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A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 A CHARGE to keep I have, 
 Again we'll magnify, 
 Ah ! how shall fallen man, 
 Ah ! guilty sinner, ruined by transgression, 
 Ah ! what can I, a sinner, do. 
 Ah ! whither shall I go, 
 Aid, O Lord, our youthful voices, 
 Alas ! alas ! how hlind I've been, 
 Alas, and did my Saviour bleed, 
 Alas, what hourly dangers rise, 
 All glory and praise. 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name, 
 All hail, ye servants of the Lord, 
 All-powerful, self-existent God, 
 All ye who laugh and sport with death, 
 Am I a soldier of the cross, 
 A mourning class, a vacant seat, 
 An alien from God, and a stranger to grace, 
 And are we yet alive '? 
 And canst thou, then, believe, my soul, 
 And canst thou, sinner, slight. 
 And must I part with all I have ? 
 And what am I ? my soul, awake, 
 Another day is past,' 
 Arise, my soul, arise, 
 Asceud thy throne almighty King, 
 As sailors toss'd on ocean's bed, 
 Assembled at thy great command, 
 Assembled in our school once more, 
 Assembled round thine altar, Lord, 
 Astonish'd and distressed, 
 392 
 
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 As when the weary traveller gains, 
 Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound, 
 Awakened from sin's delusive sleep, 
 Awake, my soul, and with the sun. 
 Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, 
 Awake, and sing the song 
 Awake the song that gave to earth, 
 Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes, 
 Aye, drink a little longer, 
 
 BAPTIZED into our Saviour's death. 
 Begone, my worldly cares, away. 
 Begone unbelief, my Saviour is near, 
 Behold, a stranger at the door. 
 Behold the genial showers descend, 
 Behold the gift of God, 
 ■ Behold the expected time draw near. 
 Behold the mountain of the Lord, 
 Being of beings, God of love, 
 Beside the gospel pool. 
 Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth. 
 Beyond the glitt'ring, starry sky, 
 Beyond where Cedron's waters flow. 
 Blessed is the man whose heart expands. 
 Blessed Jesus ! when my soaring thoughts, 
 Blessed Saviour, by thy powerful word, 
 Blest be the tie that binds. 
 Blest Comforter divine. 
 Blest is the man whose soft'ning heart, 
 Blest Lord, when darkness veils the skies. 
 Brethren, as you have owned, 
 Brethren, while we sojourn here. 
 Bright as the sun's meridian blaze, 
 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning. 
 By whom shall Jacob now arise, 
 
 CHECK, at the fountain-head, 488 
 
 393 
 
A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Children of the heavenly King, 184 
 
 Christ as our great physician heals, 71 
 
 Christ is my hope, my soul's desire, 196 
 
 Christians, hear the Saviour call you, 208 
 
 Christians, if your hearts be warm, 211 
 
 Christian worship, how inviting ! 317 
 
 Choose ye his cross to bear, 214 
 
 Come, divine and peaceful guest, 84 
 
 Come, every pious heart, 52 
 
 Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, 83 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, calm each mind, 90 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, come, 86 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine, 215 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 85 
 
 Come let our voices join, 444 
 
 Come let us anew, 462 
 
 Come let us join our friends above, 522 
 
 Come, little children, join and sing, 435 
 
 Come, sinnner, in whose guilty breast, 142 
 
 Come, sinners, attend, 145 
 
 Come, thou almighty King, 12 
 
 Come, thou condescending Jesus, 511 
 
 Come, thou fount of every blessing, 234 
 
 Come, welcome this new year of grace, 194 
 
 Come, ye converts, come and welcome, 213 
 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, 307 
 
 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, 154 
 
 Come, ye weary sinners, come, 165 
 
 Come, ye who know the Saviour's love, 74 
 
 Converts to Christ's benignant sway, 389 
 
 Courage, my soul ! behold the prize, 537 
 
 Creator, God ! thy glories blaze, 514 
 
 DEAR Jesus here comes, and knocks at thy 
 
 door, 123 
 
 Dear Lord, I see in Peter's case, 231 
 Delay not, delay not— O sinner draw near, 112 
 394 
 
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 Depth of mercy, can there be, 139 
 
 Destruction's dangerous road, 96 
 
 Did Christ o'er sinners weep, 67 
 
 Did I possess the gift of tongues, ^ 275 
 
 Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame, 207 
 
 Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord, 346 
 
 Do I not love thee, O my Lord ? 258 
 
 Dread Sovereign, let my evening song,. 367 
 
 Drinker, turn, and leave thy bowl, 489 
 
 EARTH, with her ten thousand flowers, 7 
 
 Eternal God, enthroned on high, 520 
 
 Eternal God. I bless thy name, 464 
 
 Eternal Spirit, 'twas thy breath, 24 
 
 Every moment brings me nearer, 525 
 
 FAREWELL, dear friends, I must be gone, 300 
 
 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, 506 
 Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand, 515 
 
 Far from the fold, O God, ray feet, 177 
 
 Far from the home of infancy, 420 
 
 Father divine, tdy piercing eye, 322 
 
 Father of all, thy care we bless, 352 
 
 Father of mercies, hear, 453 
 
 Forever shall my fainting soul, 89 
 
 Forgiveness ! — 'tis a joyiul word, 223 
 
 Fount of everlasting love, - 383 
 
 From battles fought, . 485 
 
 From day to day, before our e5'es, 427 
 
 From every stormy wind that blows, 319 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains, 404 
 
 From Karen wilds a heathen came, 475 
 
 From the cross uplifted high, 148 
 From whence come wars and fightings dire, 487 
 
 From whence doth this union arise, 241 
 
 GENTLY, Lord, O gentlv lead us, 301 
 
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 Gird thy sword on, mighty Saviour, 415 
 
 Give to the winds thy fears, 262 
 
 Glory to God on high, 76 
 
 Glory to thee, mv God, this night, 362 
 
 Go, lavor'd people, and proclaim, 414 
 
 Go forth on wings of prayer, 472 
 
 Go where Persian flocks are feeding, 419 
 
 Go, ye messengers of God, 428 
 
 God of my life, my morning song, 370 
 
 God of my life, to thee, 509 
 
 God of Sabbaths, Israel's Lord, 424 
 
 God of the morning, at thy voice, 353 
 
 Grant the abundance of the sea, 422 
 
 Great First of beings ! mighty Lord ! 1 
 
 Great God, assembled in thy house, 49!^ 
 
 Great God, oppressed with grief and fear, 22 
 
 Great God, preserved by thine arm, 364 
 
 Great God, to thee my evening song, 372 
 Great God, we would to thee make known, 507 
 
 Great High Priest, we view thee stooping, 48 
 
 Great Redeemer, friend of sinners, 58 
 
 Great Redeemer, let thy presence, 440 
 
 Great Prince of peace, enthroned above, 479 
 
 Great Prince of peace, enthroned on high, 481 
 
 Great Saviour, who didst condescend, 449 
 
 Great Sun of righteousness, arise, 29 
 
 Guide of my youth, to thee I cry, 443 
 
 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, 267 
 
 HAIL, my ever-blessed Jesus, 191 
 
 Hail, precious book divine, 432 
 
 Hail, sovereign love, that first began, 53 
 
 Hail, sweetest, dearest tie that binds, 303 
 
 Hail the day that saw him rise, 45 
 
 Happy soul, thy days are ended, 527 
 
 Hark, a sweet sound salutes my ear, 460 
 
 Hark, from Burmah's darkened shore, 408 
 396 
 
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 Hark, from yonder mount arise, 
 
 Hark, from yon wilds is heard the strain, 
 
 Hark, hark, the notes of joy, 
 
 Hark, my soul, it is the Lord, 
 
 Hark, the herald angels sing, 
 
 Hark, the song of jubilee, 
 
 Hark, the undulating air. 
 
 Hark, the voice of injured justice, 
 
 Hark, the voice of love and mercy, 
 
 Haste, O sinner, now be wise. 
 
 Haste, the day dawns, haste away. 
 
 Hear a voice that comes from far, 
 
 Hearts of stone, relent. 
 
 Heavenly Father, hear my call. 
 
 He who on earth as man was known, 
 
 Here, in thy presence, gracious God, 
 
 Here, Lord, retired, I bow in prayer, 
 
 Holy and reverend be his name. 
 
 Holy be this as was the place, 
 
 Holy Bible ! book divine, 
 
 Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness. 
 
 How far, alas ! in sinful ways. 
 
 How great, how terrible, that God, 
 
 How happy every child of grace. 
 
 How happy is the child who hears, 
 
 How long shall virtue languish, 
 
 How lost was my condition, 
 
 How much the hearts of those revive, 
 
 How painfully pleasing, &c. 
 
 How shall the sons of men appear. 
 
 How sweet it is to hear the sound, 
 
 How sweet, how heavenly, is the sight, 
 
 How sweet the melting lay, 
 
 How tedious and tasteless the hours, 
 
 How will my heart endure, 
 
 I ASK the gift of righteousness, 
 
 397 
 
A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 I hear a voice that comes from far, 174 
 
 I hear them on their gladsome way, 379 
 
 I know that my Redeemer lives, 51 
 
 I love the holy Son of God, 41 
 
 I love the Sabbath school, for here, 441 
 
 I love the sacred book of God, 21 
 
 I love thy kingdom, Lord, 270 
 
 I love to steal awhile away, 315 
 
 I my Ebenezer raise, 463 
 
 I saw a suff 'ring heathen youth, 476 
 
 I would not live alway, 538 
 
 If human kindness meet return, 78 
 
 If I perish, I will go, 133 
 
 If there's a time completely blest, 316 
 
 In all my Lord's appointed ways, 212 
 
 In all my ways, O Lord, 382 
 
 Indulgent Father, by whose care, 375 
 
 Indulgent God ! how kind, 3 
 
 Indulgent God of love and power, 406 
 
 Indulgent Lord, thy goodness reigns, 9 
 
 In mercy, Lord, remember me, 371 
 
 Inquiring souls, who long to find, 62 
 
 In Sharon's lovely rose, 77 
 
 In songs of sublime adoration and praise, 221 
 
 In thy great name, O Lord, we conae, 332 
 
 la vain our fancy strives to paint, ' 523 
 
 In vain the giddy world inquires 243 
 
 Is there no hope ? O, sinner, pause ! 153 
 
 It is the voice of love divine, 47 
 
 JERUSALEM, my happy home, 287 
 
 Jesus, and didst thou condescend, 32 
 
 Jesus, and shall it ever be, 202 
 
 Jesus, dear name, how sweet the sound, 166 
 
 Jesus, full of all compassion, 135 
 
 Jesus, great sovereign of the skies, 299 
 
 Jesus, hail ! enthroned in glory, 49 
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 Jesus, have mercy on my soul, 117 
 
 Jesus is called ihe Prince of peace, 484 
 
 Jesus, lover of my soul, 255 
 
 Jesus, my hope while here below, 274 
 
 Jesus, my king, proclaims the war, 229 
 
 Jesus, my pattern and my guide, 277 
 
 Jesus, the eternal Son of God, 35 
 
 Jesus, the incarnate God of love, 75 
 
 Jesus, thy love shall we forget? 36 
 
 Joys interchanged with kindred souls, 320 
 
 Just o'er the grave I hung, 521 
 
 KINDRED'in Christ, for his dear sake, 334 
 
 Kind teacher and Lord, 251 
 
 LABORERS of Christ, arise, 470 
 
 Let God the Father and the Son, 545 
 
 Let plenteous grace descend on those, 209 
 
 Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviourj 56 
 
 Let worldly minds the world pursue, 180 
 
 Lift up your heads, Immanuel's friends, 235 
 
 Light of those whose dreary dwelling, 61 
 
 Like Israel, safe upon the shore, 181 
 
 Lo ! he comes, in clouds descending, 542 
 
 Long have I trod the way to hell, 116 
 
 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye, 223 
 
 Lo, on a narrow neck of land, 529 
 
 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 345 
 
 Lord, hear a burdened sinner mourn, 122 
 
 Lord, help me to repent, 131 
 
 Lord, I'm defil'd in every part, 232 
 
 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear, 359 
 
 Lord, lead my heart to learn, 439 
 
 Lord of glory, who didst honor, 477 
 Lord of hosts, to thee we raise, . 504 
 
 Lord of the harvest, hear, 501 
 
 Lord, our Father, O how fair, 31 S 
 
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 Lord, thou hast won — at length I j-ield, 171 
 
 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray, 354 
 
 Lord, we adore thy matchless ways, 185 
 
 Lord, we come before thee now, 323 
 
 Love divine, all love excelling, 57 
 
 MAY I resolve with all my heart, 172 
 
 May the grace of God our Saviour, 549 
 
 Men of God, go take your stations, 407 
 
 Mercy, O thou Son of David, 136 
 
 Mid scenes of confusion, 283 
 
 My barns are full, my stores increase, 102 
 My days, my weeks, my months, my years, 465 
 
 My God, how endless is thy love, 360 
 
 My God, my life, thy various praise, 11 
 
 My lovely Jesus, while on earth, 365 
 
 My son, know thou the Lord, 159 
 
 My soul, be on thy guard, 245 
 
 My soul wouM fam indulge a hope, 272 
 
 NIGHT wraps the realms where Jesus woke, 431 
 
 No room for mirth and trifling here, 536 
 
 Not all the nobles of the earth, 225 
 
 Now be my soul, eternal King, 23 
 
 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, 466 
 
 Now here a while I stay, 531 
 
 Now, in a song of grateful praise, 33 
 
 Now is the accepted time, 149 
 
 Now is the day of grace, 170 
 
 Now let my soul with wonder trace, 182 
 
 Now the Saviour siands a pleading, 158 
 
 Now the shades of night arc gone, 363 
 
 Now these solemn days are ending, 516 
 
 Now thou exalted Prince of peace, 205 
 
 Now we hail the happy dawning, 396 
 
 O, AM I born to die, 118 
 400 
 
A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 O could I find from day to day, 305 
 O drunkard, drunkard, stop thy hand, 498 
 O for a closer walk with God, 276 
 O for a heart to praise my God, 242 
 Oft as the bell, with solemn toll, 535 
 O God of hosts ! the mighty Lord, 336 
 O God, thy gifts of tender love, 381 
 O happy day that fixed my choice, 187 
 O happy souls, who dwell above, 456 
 O how happy are they, 178 
 O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit, 193 
 O Lord, another day is flown, 377 
 O Lord, our languid souls inspire, 347 
 O, my soul, what means this sadness, 240 
 O, praise ye the Lord, prepare a new song, 13 
 O sinner, near the heavenly voice, 150 
 O take the madd'ning bowl away, 493 
 O tell me no more, 290 
 O that I knew it were the case, 306 
 O that my load of guilt were gone, 125 
 O thou, at whose almighty word, 82 
 O thou, before whose gracious throne, 454 
 O thou, from whoin all goodness flows, 261 
 O thou, in whose presence my soul takes de- 
 light, 257 
 O thou, that hearest prayer, 81 
 O thou, to whose all-searching sight, 260 
 O thou, whom holy angels praise, 447 
 O thou, whose mercy guides my way, 313 
 O what a wretched sinner, Lord, 119 
 O when shall I see Jesus, 291 
 O ye blood-wash'd, ransom'd sinners, 204 
 O, could our thoughts and wishes fly, 263 
 O for a glance of heavenly day, 120 
 O, how divine, how sweet the joy, 388 
 O, what amazing words of grace, 144 
 Once more, before we part, 342 
 2fi 401 
 
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 Once more, my soul, the rising day. 
 One awful word which Jesus spoke, 
 One there is above all others, 
 On every breeze, from every clime, 
 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 
 On Tabor's top the Saviour stands, 
 On the brink of fiery ruin, 
 On thee, each mornmg, O my God, 
 On the mountain's top appearing. 
 Only this once ! — the wine cup gJow'd, 
 Onward, onward, men of heaven. 
 Our dearest Lord, look from above, 
 Our Father, God, who art in heaven, 
 Our Saviour bow'd beneath the wave, 
 Our souls, by love together knit, 
 O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, 
 
 PASTOR ! thou from us art taken, 551 
 
 Peace was the song that angels sang, 482 
 
 Philosophy of old, 471 
 
 Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, 268 
 
 Plants of our country's hope, 433 
 
 Poor are the triumphs, 486 
 
 Poor sinners, little do they think, HI 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, 544 
 
 Praise to thee, thou great Creator, 10 
 
 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 328 
 
 Prayer was appointed to convey, -i 330 
 
 Precious Bible, what a treasure, 18 
 
 RAISE, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye, 101 
 
 Rejoice, for Christ the Saviour reigns, 393 
 
 Religion is the chief concern, 294 
 
 Repent, the voice celestial cries, 103 
 
 Return, O wanderer, return, 304 
 
 Revive thy work, O Lord, 335 
 
 Roll on, thou mighty ocean, 402 
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 SAINTS, with pious zeal attending, 16 
 
 Salvation — O the joyful sound, 192 
 
 Saviour, see us, children, bending, 436 
 
 Saviour, take me to thy arms, 540 
 
 Saviour, thy law we love, 217 
 
 Saviour, visit thy plantation, 288 
 
 Saw ye my Saviour, 40 
 
 Saw ye not the cloud arise, 392 
 
 Say, sinner, hath a voice within, 109 
 
 Say, who shall God's elect condemn, 227 
 
 See, another year is gone, 467 
 
 See human nature sunk in shame, 224 
 
 See, Jesus, thy disciples see, 338 
 
 See, Lord, thy willing subjects bow, 70 
 
 See Sodom wrapt in fire, 99 
 
 See that ship, her sails now bending, 411 
 
 See the car of Temperance roll, 492 
 
 See the eternal Judge descendino^, 543 
 
 Send, O send the glorious gospel, 430 
 
 Since Jesus freely did appear, 510 
 
 Since, Lord, thy mighty grace did call, 186 
 
 Sing the dear Saviour's glorious fame, 72 
 
 Sing to the Lord in joyful strains, 14 
 
 Sing we to our God above, 548 
 
 Sing, ye ransom'd of the Lord, 190 
 
 Sinner, art thou still secure 7 108 
 
 Sinner, awake to think, 147 
 
 Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep, 106 
 
 Sinners, approach your dying Lord, 157 
 
 Sinners, behold that downward road, 97 
 
 Sinners, behold the Lamb of God, 161 
 
 Sinners, hear, for God hath spoken, 160 
 
 Sinners, hear the mighty Saviour, 168 
 
 Sinners, this solemn truth regard, 222 
 
 Sinners, will you scorn the message, 152 
 
 Smote by the law. Im justly slain, 134 
 
 Softly now the light of day, 369 
 
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A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Soldiers of the cross, arise^ 413 
 
 Sometimes a light surprises, 273 
 
 Soon may the last glad song arise, 429 
 
 Sovereign grace hath power alone, 183 
 
 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, 91 
 
 Still in the forming hour of youth, 434 
 
 Stop, poor sinner, stop and think, 104 
 
 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, 266 
 
 Sweet the time, exceeding sweet, 327 
 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope, 285, 293 
 
 TELL us, ye servants of the Lord, 
 Temperance ! tell the listening world, 
 The day is past and gone. 
 The Lord into his garden comes. 
 The Lord who lives in heaven afar. 
 The mighty angel to whose hand. 
 The moment a sinner believes, 
 The night shall hear me raise my song. 
 The prodigal no sorrow felt. 
 The prodigal, with streaming eyes, 
 The Sabbath of the Lord, 
 The Saviour calls, let every ear, 
 The Saviour, O what endless charms, 
 The time is short, the season near, 
 The voice of free grace. 
 There is a God, all nature speaks, 
 There is a solid comfort here. 
 There sprang a tree of deadly name. 
 This festive scene, 
 This is a precious book indeed. 
 This is the field, the world below, 
 This is thine earthly temple, Lord, 
 Thou great Physician of the soul. 
 Thou Judge of quick and dead. 
 Thou that dost my life prolong. 
 Thou who hast stamp'd on human kmd, 
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A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Though troubles assail, 254 
 
 Throughout our Saviour's life we trace, 42 
 
 Thus far the Lord has led me on, 366 
 
 Thy favors, Lord, surprise our souls, 4 
 Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song, 6 
 
 Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word, 403 
 
 Thy presence, gracious God, afford, 331 
 
 Time by moments steals away, 468 
 
 'Tis a point I long to know, 259 
 
 'Tis first of all thyself to know, 236 
 
 'Tis God the Spirit leads, 80 
 
 'Tis hard, when we are sick and poor, 298 
 
 'Tis midnight, and on Olives' brow, 39 
 
 'Tis not in man, vain man, to trust, 312 
 
 'Tis pleasant to sing, 335 
 
 To-day, if you will hear his voice, 164 
 
 To God the Father's throne, 647 
 
 To leave my dear home, 321 
 
 Tost upon life's raging billows, 519 
 
 To thy temple I repair, 340 
 
 'Twas when the sea, with awful roar, 230 
 
 VAIN, delusive world, adieu, 55 
 
 Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear, 107 
 
 WATCHMAN, tell us of the night, 410 
 
 We are but young, 458 
 
 We come at evening's solemn hour, 437 
 
 We come, dear Lord, a feeble band, 508 
 
 We come not here in rich array, 502 
 
 We come, O Lord, before thy throne, 421 
 
 We dare no longer stand, 198 
 
 Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer, 176 
 
 Well met, dear friends, in Jesus' name, 329 
 
 What must I do, the jailer cries, 163 
 
 What notes assail mine ear, 409 
 
 What poor despised company, 252 
 
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A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 What think ye of Christ ? is the test, 65 
 
 What various hindrances we meet, 333 
 
 What warlike natures dwell within, 231 
 
 When adverse winds and waves arise, 302 
 
 When converts first begin to sing, 173 
 
 When drawn by Wisdom's awful pen, 478 
 
 When I can read my title clear, 308 
 
 When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, 518 
 
 When languor and disease invade, 292 
 
 When marshall'd on the nightly plain, 64 
 
 When, O dear Jesus, when shall I, 457 
 
 When, O my Saviour, shall this heart, 289 
 
 When on Sinai's top I see, 279 
 
 When rising from the bed of death, 533 
 
 When shall we all meet again 7 343 
 
 When shall we meet again 7 344 
 
 When the eternal Son of God, 218 
 
 When the repentant Mary came, 115 
 
 When we close our eyes in death, 526 
 
 When we baptize we see the mode, 203 
 
 When with my mind devoutly press'd, 179 
 
 Where are the dead 7 In heaven or hell, 541 
 Where'er the blustering north wind blows, 405 
 
 Wherever two or three, 324 
 
 Where is my God 7 does he retire, 50 
 
 Where two or three, with sweet accord, 325 
 
 While I to grief my soul give way, 386 
 
 While the heralds of salvation, 416 
 
 While with ceaseless course the sun, 461 
 
 Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger, 528 
 
 Who but thou, almignty Spirit, 417 
 
 Who can forbear to sing, 387 
 
 Whom shall I send 7 tfie Father cries, 34 
 
 With grateful hearts and tuneful lavs, 512 
 
 With costly wines the table groan'd., 524 
 
 Within these doors, assembled now, 339"^ 
 
 With thee, great God, the stores of light, 373 ' 
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A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Witness, ye men and angels, now, 201 
 
 World, adieu, thou real cheat, 253 
 
 YE angels round the throne, 546 
 
 Ye dying sons of men, JJ^ 
 
 Ye saints, assist me m my song, i^» 
 
 Ye servants of God, J| 
 
 Ye that fear the Lord, attend, loo 
 
 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, ib^ 
 
 Yes, my native land, I love thee, 4j& 
 
 Yonder amazing sight I see, 44 
 
 Your harps, ye trembling samts, -iow 
 
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