1^ 1 '"^^ f 'J^^ if jMm.. '^^ % .'■> 6 6 z >■ OS < 0) z u. z i lU h u >. m Z IL (0 < Q X .1 q: J >• >■ ffi < m < 5 o ■J u LU (1 Q U X 0^ J 2 X H 2 UI u X Ui X I- ^ n: 3 o «-■ z h. (n 5 3 lii m 13 z £ a. ' > SONGS OF ZION, NEW SELECTION DESIGNED FOR REVIVAL AND SOCIAL MEETINGS. BY DR. S. \V. KING. NEW-IPSWICH, N.H. PUBLISHED BY S. WILSON KISO, 1837. Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1837, by S. WILSON KING, in the Clerk's Office of the 1 district Court of New Hampshsire. ADVERTISEMENT. The Compiler of this volume, ha been induced to publish it by the repeat ed solicitations of his brethren, and b^ his own conviction that a book contain ing a selection of hymns, adapted tj the wants of the christian community was very much needed. Care has bee« taken to select those hymns which aH best adapted to be suni? in '' times of re] Jreshing from the presence of the Lord.\ It is fondly hoped that this book mai be made useful as an instrument in ex' citing and perpetuating those gloriou revivals of pure religion which so sig nally characterize this age in which Zi on is breaking forth on every side songs of praise. Commending this selection to the hies sing of Him who is ''fearful in prais. es, It is presented to the Christian pub- ^'% u S- W. K. February 28, 1837. At II HYMNS HYMN I. 7s. & OS. 1 Rouse ye at the Saviour's call! vSinners rouse ye one and all Wake! Or soon your soul shall fall, Fail in deep dispaii'. 2 Woe to bim who turns away, Jesus kindly calls io day. Come, O sinner while you may, Raise your soul in piayef. 3 Heard ye not the Saviour's cry? ' *'Turn O turn why will you die!" And in keenest" agony. Mourn too late your doom I 4 Haste, for time is rurhing on! Soon tiie fleeting hour is gone, The lifted arrow flies anon., To sink you in the tomb! A3 ' By the Saviour's bleeding love, iy the joys of heaven above, jet these words your spirits move; ^uick to Jesus fly! Come, and save your souls from death, laste! escape Jehovah's wrath, 'iy! for life's a fleeting breath, icon, O soon you'll die. HYMN 2. H. M. Gracious. Indulgent God! how kind Are all thy ways to me, Vhose dark benighted mind Was enmity with Thee: !'et now subdu'd by sovereign grac©, ly spirit longs for thine embrace. How precious are thy thoughts, That o'er my bosom roll ; 'hey swell beyond my faults. And captivate my soul; [ow great their sum. how hig^hthey rise; 'an n'er be known beneath the skies* 8 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. HYMN 3. 7s. Sinner prepare to meet God. 1 Sinner, art thou stiJl secure.'' Wilt thou stiil refuse to pray.^ Can thy heart or hand endure, In the Lord's avenging day? 2 See, his mighty arm is bar'd! Awful terrors clothe his brow! For his judgements stand prepar'd — Thou must either break or bowv 5 At his presence nature shakes, Eurth aifrighted hastes to flee; Solid mountains melt like wax. What will ttien become of thee? 4 Who his advent may abide? You nho gl'iry in your shame. Will you tind a j)lace to hide, When the world is wiapp'd in flame? 5 Lord prepare us by tby grace, Soon we must resign our breath j And ou»- soulr: be call'd (o pass Through the iron rate of death. 6 Let us now our day improve. Listen to tne gospel voice; Seek the tbinos that a'e above; Scorn the world's pi etended joys. LIYMN 4. C. M. The holyness of God. llloly and reverend is the name Of our eternal King: Thrice holy Lord, the angels cry; Thrice holy, let us sing. 2 Heaven's brightest lamps with him compar'd, How mean they look, and dim! The fairest angels have their spots, When once coinpaied with him. 3 Ho]y is he in all his works, And truth is his delight; But sinners «ind their wicked ways Shail perish tiom his sight. 4 The deepest rcv'rence of the mind, Pray, O my soul to Grd ; Lift with thy hands a holy heart To his sublime abode. HYMN o. C. M. Love of God. 1 Come ye that know and fear the Lordj And liit your souls above; Let every heart and voice accoid, To sing, that God is love. 2 This precious truth his wokI declares, And all hi# mercies prove; AS 10 Jesus, the gift cf gifts, appears, To siiovv that Gcd is love. 3 In all his doctrines and confmands, His councils and designs — In ev'ry work his hands have fraim'd His love supremely shines. 4 Ajigels and men the news proclaim Through earth and heaven ahove — The joyful and transporting news, That God the Lord is love. HYMN 6. C. M. Tlie 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 your flesh, With strange surprise you'll find Immortal vigor spring afresh, And tortures wake the mind! 3 Then you'll confess,the frightful names Ofpl^ues^you scorn 'd before 11 No more shall look like idle dreamt, Like foolish tales no more. 4 Then shall ye curse that fatal day, With flames upon your tongues, When you exchang'd your soul av/ay For vanity and songs. HYMN 7. C. M. The lafit Resolve. 1 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve, Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed and make this last resolve. 2 *'I'll go to Jesus, though my sin ^^ Hath like a mountain rose, ''I know his courts, I'll enter in, ^' Whatever may oppose. 3 " Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, "And there my guilt confess; I'^I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, "Without his sov'reign grace. 4 " But should the Lord reject my plea, ' "And disregard my prayer. 12 " Yet still like Ester I will stay, "And perish only (here. 5 **Ican but perish if I go — *• I am resolved to try; " For if I s?ay away, I know " I must forever die. 6 "But should I die with mercy sough " When I the King have hied, *'I there should die, (deli'>hlful thought *' Where ne'er a sinner died." HYMN 8; 7s- k 6s. The Alarm. 1 Stop, poor sinners, stop and thinh Before you further go; Will you sport upon the brink Of everliij.(u);j wo? On the virore of ruin stop — ?v'ow the friendly warning take — Stay your footsteps — eie ye drop Into the burning lake. 2 Say, have you an arn^. like God, That you his will oppose? 15 Fear ye not that iron rod Wilh which he breaks his foes? Can you sinud in that dread day Which his juslice shall proclaim, kVhen the earth shall melt away Like wax before the flame? > Gastly death will quickly come, , And drag you to his bar; rheii to hear your awful doom Wdl till you with despair, ill your sins will round vou crowd- ^ You shall mark their cVimson dye* ^ach for vengeance crying loud, And what can you reply^? Tho' your heart were made of steel Yourlorehead Jin'd wiih brass: -od at length will make vou feel, tie will not let you pass; inners then in va'in will call, Those who now despise his jrrace Kocks and fr.ountains on us fail. And hide usfrom his face." A.T 14 HYMN 9. L. M. 1 Young people all attention give, While I address you in God's name; Y'ou who in sin and folly live, ^ Come hear the counsel of a friend. 2 I've sought for blisfe in glittering toys, And ranged the luring scenes of vice; But never knew substantial joys, Until I heard my Saviour's voice. 3 He spake at once my sins forgiven, And washed my load of guilt away; He gave me glory, peace and heaven, And thus I found the heavenly way. 4 And now with trembling sense I view The billows roll beneath your feet; , For death eternal waits for you Who slight the force of gospel truth. 5 Youth like the spring will soon be gone, By fleeting time or conquering death; Your morning sun may sit at noon, And leave you ever in the dark. 15 e Your sparkling eyes, and blooming cheeks, Must wither like the blasted rose; The coffin, earth and winding sheet Will soon your active limbs enclose. 7 Ye heedless ones that wildly stroll, The grave will soon become your bed. Where silence reigns and vapors roll In solemn darkness round your head. 8 Your friends will pass the lonesome place, And with a sigh move slow along; Still gazing on the spires of grass, With which your graves are over- ■ grown. 19 Your souls will land in darker realms Where vengeance reigns and billows roar, And roll amid the burning flames, When thousand, thousand years aro o'er. 110 Sunk in the shades of endless night, To groan aad howl in careiesg pain- A$ 16 And never more behold the light, And never, never rise again. 11 Ye blooming youth, this is the state Of all who do free grace refuse; And soon with you 'twill be to late, The way of life in Christ to choose. 12 Come Iny your carnal weapons by, No longer fight against your God; But with the gospel now comply, And lieav'ii shall be your great re- ward. HYMN 10. S. M, Ajioslacij 2 Pet. ii. 22. 1 Ye who in former davs, Were ibund at Zion'sgate; Who seemed to walk in wisdom's ways And told your happy state; Q But now to -sin draw back. And love again to stray, The narrow path of life f>irsake, And choose the beaten way; 17 8 Think not your names abore Are written with the saints; The promise of unchanging love Is his who never faints. 4 Your transient joy and peace, Your deeper doom have seal'd, Unless you wake to righteousness, Ere judgment is reveal'd. HYMN 11 7s. Invitation and warning. 1 Sinners turn, why will you die? God, your Maker, asks you why.? God who did you being give, Made you with himself to live; He the fatal cause demands. Asks the work of his own hands; Why, ye thankless creatures,, why Will ye cross his love and die? 2 Sinners, turn, why will you die? God, the spirit asks you why? He who all your lives hath strove Woo'd you to embrace his love: Will ye no his grace receive? 18 Will je still refuse to lire? O, ye dying sinners, why, Why will ye forever die? HYMN 12. P. M. 1 How lost was my condition, Till Jesus made me whole; There is but one Physician Can cure the sin-sick soul; Next door to death he found me, And snatched me from the grave, To tell to all around me, His wonderous power to save. 2 The worst of all diseases Is light compared with sin; On every part it seizes, But rages most within; *Tis palsy, plague and fever, And madness, all combined; And none but a believer. The least relief can find. 3 From men great skill professing, I sought a cure to gain; But this proved more distressing. 19 And added to my pain. Some said tiiat nothing ailed me, Some gave me up for lost, Thus every refuge failed me, And all my hopes were crossed. 4 At length this great Physician, (How matchless is his grace) Accepted my petition, And undertook my case : First gave me sight to view him, For sin my eyes had sealed; Then bade me look upon him: I looked — and I was healed. 6 A dying, risen JesuSj Seen by an 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. 20 HIMN 13. P. M. The manna Hymn. 1 Brethren, we have met to worship, And adore the Lord our God, "Will you pray with all your power. While we wait upon the Lord? All is vain, unless the Spirit Of the Holy One comes down. Brethren, pray, and Holy Manna Will be shower'd all around. 2 Brethren, see poor sinners round you, Slumbering on the brink of woe, Death is coming, hell is moving, Can you bear to let them go? See your fathers and your mothers, And their children sinking down. Brethren, pray, Sec. "^ Don't you see that poor backslider, Who was once near heaven's door? Now he has denied the Saviour, And he's worse than e'er before. Yet the Saviour offers pardon, If he will confess hia wound. Brethren pray, &c. 21 4 Sisters, will you join and help u»? Moses' sisters helped him; Will you seek the trembling mourner Who is struggling hard with sin? Tell them all about the Saviour, Tell them that he will be found. Sisters, pray, &,c. 6 Let us love our God supremely, Let us love each other too. Let us join and pray to Jesus^ Till the Lord makes all things new. Soon he'll call us home to glory, At his table we'll sit down, Christ will gird himself and serve us With sweet manna all around. HYMN 14. S. M. Morning . |] 1 We lift our hearts to thee, O Day-Star from on high! 'The sun itself is but thy shade. Yet cheers both earth and sky. S 2 O may no gloomy crime Pollute the rising day ! 22 May Jesus* blood, like evening dew, Wash all our stains away! 3 May we this day improve, To mourn for errors past; And live this short revolving day. As if it were our last. 4 To God, the Father, Son, And Spirit, one in three, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall forever be. HYMN 15. 6s. & 43. Hymn to the Trinity. 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 stay'd, 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 holyness, On us descend. 4 Come holy comforter, Thy sacred witness bear, In this glad hour; Thou who Almighty art, Now rule in every heart. And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power. 5 To thee, great One in Three, The highest praises be, Hence evermore; His sovereign Majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. 24 HYMN 16. P. M. The Atonements Saw ye my Saviour, saw ye my Saviour? Saw ye my Saviour and God ? O ! He died on Calvary, To atone for you and me; And to purchase our pardon withblood. 2 He was extended — He was, &c. Painfully nailed to the cross; Here he bow'd his head and died, Thus my Lord was crucified,' To atone for a world that was lost. 3 Jesus hung bleeding — Jesus, &.c. Three dreadful hours in pain, And the solid rocks were rent, Through creation's vast extent, When the Jews crucified the God-man 4 Darkness prevailed — Darkness, &,c. Darkness prevail'd o'er the land, And the sun refused to shine, When his majesty divine, Was derdied, insulted and slain. 25 5 When it was finish *d — when, Slo. And the atonement was madcj He was t*dken by the great, And embahifi'd with spices sweet, And was in a new sepulchre laid. 6 Hail mighty Saviour — Hail, &c. Prince, and the author of peace; O! He burst the bars of death. And, triumphant from the earth, He ascended to mansions of bliss. 7 There interceding — There &c. Pleading that sinners may live, Crying, "Father, I have died,' O behold my hands and side, O forgive them, I pray thee forgive." 8 ^' I will forgive them — I will, (Sfc. When they repent and believe, Let them now return to thee, And be reconcil'd to me. And salvation they all shall receive." HYMN 17. 5s. 68. 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 glorioua And rules over all. 2 God ruleth on high, Almighty to save; And still he is nigh, His presence we have: The great congregation His triumph shall sing, Ascribing salvation To Jesus our king. S Salvation to God Who sits on the throne- Let all cry aloud And honor the Son; Our Jesus* praises The angels proclaim; £7 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. HYMN 18. C. M. 1 All hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem. And crov/n him lord of all. 2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light Who fixod this floating ball; Now hail the strength of Israel's might And crown him — Lord of all. 3 Crown him ye martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call: Extol the stem •f Jesse's rod. And crown hire — Lord of all. 28 4 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransom 'd from the fall, Hail him, who saves you by his grace, And crown him — Lord of all. 5 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. 6 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him — Lord of all. HYMN 19. lis. Divine Mercy. Psalm Ixxxix. 1. 1 Xhy mercy, my God, is tlie 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 thro' thy free goodness, ray spirits revive. And he that first made me still keeps me alive. 29 8 The door of thy mercy stands open all day, To the poor and the needy, who knock by the way; No Binner shall ever be empty sent back, Who comes seeking mercy for Jesus' sake. 4 Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell ; Its glories I'll sing and its wonders I'll tell ; 'T was Jesus, my friend, when he hung on the tree, That open'd the channel of mercy for me. 5 Great Father of mercies! thy goodness I own. And the cov'nant love of thy crucifi'd son; All praise to the Spirit, whose witness divine Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness mine. HYMN 20. P. M. Expostulatio'ii. 1 Now the Saviour stands a pleading, At the sinner's bolted heart; Now in heaven he's interceding, Undertaking sinners part. CHORUS. Sinners, can you hate this Saviour? Will you thrust him from your arms? Once h^di'd for your behaviour, Now ne calls you to his charms. so S Now he pleads bis sweat and blood- shed, Shows bis wounded hands and feet; Father save them tho' they're blood red. Raise them to a heav'nly seat. Sinners, can you hate, &c. S Sinners, hear your God and Saviour, Hear his gracious voice to-day, Turn from all your vain behaviour, O repent, return and pray. Sinner can you hate, &c. 4 O be wise, before you languish On the bed of dying strife! Endless joy or dreadful anguish, Turn upon th' events of life! Sinners, can you hate, &c. 5 Now he's waiting to be gracious; Now he stands and looks on thee; See what kindness, love and pity, Shines around on you and me 1 Sinners, can you hate, &c. 6 Open now your hearts before him, Bid the Saviour welcome in; 31 Nqvf receive and O, adore him; Take a full discharge from sin. Sinners, can you hate, See. 7 Come, for all things now are ready: - Yet there's room for many more; ye blind, ye lame and needy, Come to wisdom's boundless store^ Sinners, can you hate. Sec. HIMN 21. 7s. & 8s. The Bible a Treasure. 1 Precious Bible! what a treasure Does the word of God afford! All 1 want for life or pleasure. Food and med'cine, shield and sword. 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 clogs: On a dying Christ I feed. He is meat and drink indeed! 32 2 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 medicine, shield and sword. HYMN 22. 12s. & lis. The Family Bible. 1 How painfully pleasing the fond, recollection Of youthful emotions and innocent joy, When blest with parental advice and atfection. Surrounded with mercies — with peace from on high. I still view the chair of my sire and my mother. The seats of their offsprings as ranged on each hand, Ancl that richest book which excels ev'ry other. That family Bible which lay on the stand. The old fashioned Bible, the dear blessed Bible^ The family Bibh that lay on the simnd. 33 2 That Bible, the volnme of God's inspiration, At morn and at evening could yield us delight. The prayer of our sire was a sweet invooation"^. For mercy by day, and forsafetv thron-^'h ni4t. Our hymns of thanksgiving with harmony swel- All warm from the heart of a family band. Half rais'd us from earth to that rapturous dwell- Dcscrib'd in the Bible that lay on the stand. The old fashioned Bible 8fC. 3 Ye scenes of tranquility, long have we parted, My^ hopes almost gone, and my parents no more; la 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 bountii'ul hand; Oh! let me with patience receive his correction. And think of the Bible that lay on the stand. The old fashioned Bible ^c. HYMN 23. L. M. Reading the Scriptures. 1 Great God! oppress 'd with grief and fear, I take thy book and hope to find Some gracious v/ord of promise there, Bl 54 To soothe the sorrov/s of rnj 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 nought that can my grief assuage. 3 And is there naught ! Forbid, dear Lord! So base a thought should e'er arise; I'll search again, and while I search, may the scales fall off 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 hutjgry souls, And mines of gold t'enrich tiie poor; Here's healing balm for every wound A salve for every fest'ring sore. HYMN 24. 6s. & 7s. 1 I love the holy Son of God, Who once this vale of sorrdw trod. So Who bore my sins, a dreadful load, Up Calvary's gloomy mountain. There on the cross the Saviour hung, The sport of many an inpious tongue, While pain extreme has nature vt'rung, And flow'd life's crimson fountain. 2 The sun would not behold the scene. But round him threw night's sable screen; Nature was rob'd in mourning mien, And sigh'd when Jesus suffer'd. But ah! his persecutors stood, That wicked, impious, hellish bi:ood, Unmoved to see his gushing blood, And shocking insults offcr'd. 3 O! why did not his fury burn, And Hoods of vengeance on them turn? Amazing! see, his bowels yearn In soft compsssion on them. No fury kindles in his eyes. They beam with love — and when he dies, ^' Father, forgive," the Sufferer cries " They knovv^ not " — O forgive them. 4 How ardent ought my love to be To Him who's done so much for me; B2 S6 Mj constant j>ervice faithful, free — And all my powers employing. I should my cross v/ith pleasure bear, And place my all of glorying there, In 1 IS reproach most gladly share, In tribulation joying. 5 And never shall it be concerJed, He hath to me his love revealed, Of all my sins a pardon seal'd — I feel his blessed favor. In him I do and will rejoice; I'll praise him with a cheerful voice, Until the theme my tongue employs lu heaven above, forever. HYMN 25. P. M. The sufferings of Christ. 1 Throughout our Saviour's life v/e trace Nothing but shame and deep disgrace, No period else was seen, Till he the spotless victim fell, Tasting in soul a painful hell, Caus'd by the creature's sin. S7 2 On the cold ground me thinks I see Mj Jesus kneel and pray for me; For this I him adore; Seiz'd with a chilly sweat throughout, Blood-drops did force their passage out, Through e\'rj opening pore. 3 A crown of thorns his temples bore, His back v/ith cruel lashes tore, Till one the bones might see! Mocking, they push'd hiin here and there. Marking his way with blood and tears, Press'd by the heavy tree. ' 4 Thus up the hill he heavy came, Round him they mock'd and made their game; 4t 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 re- cline, BS S8 The morning sun refused to shine, When the Redeemer fell. 6 Shout brethren, shout with songs di- vine, He drank the gall to give us wine, To quench our parching thurst: Seraphs, advance your voices higher, Bride of the Lamb, unite the choir, To praise your precious Christ. HYMN 26. C. M. 1 Arise and shine, O Zion fair, Behold thy light is come, Thy glorious conquering King is near, To take his exiles home; The trumpet's thundering thro' the sky, To set poor sinners free; The day of wonders now is nigh. The year of jubilee. 2 Ye heralds, blow your trumpets loud. Throughout the earth and sky; Go, spread the news from pole to pole. Behold the judgment's nigh: ' Blow out the sun, turn up the earth, Consume the rolling flood; 89 Whilst every star shall disappear, The moon turn into blood. 3 Arise, ye nations under ground, Before the judge appear; All tongues, all languages shall come, Their final doom to hear. King Jesus on his azure throne, Ten thousand angels round; While Gabriel, with his silver trump, Echoes the dreadful sound. 4 The glorious news of gospel grace, With sinners now is o'er, The trump in Zion now is still. And to be blown no more; The watchmen all have left the walls, And with their flocks above, On Canaan's happy shore they sing. And shout redeeming love. HYMN 27. P. M. The Christian Pilgrim. 1 Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger. Wandering through this lonely vale, B4 40 Knowest thou not 'tis full of danger? And will not thy courage fail? No, I'm bound for the kingdom, Will you go to glory with me? O hallelujah, O hallelujah, I'm bound for the kingdom, Will you go to glory with me? O hallelujah, O hallelujah. 2 Pilgrim thou has justly called me, Passing through a waste so wide, But no harm will e'er befall me, While I'm blest with such a guide, ^or I'm bound for the kingdom, &c. 3 Such a guide! no guide attends thee, Hence for thee my fears arise; If some guardian power befriend thee, 'Tis unseen by mortal eyes. O, I'm bound for the kingdom, Stc. 4 Yes, unseen, but still believe me. Such a guide my steps attend; He'll in every strait relieve me. He v>'ill guide me to the end. For I'm bound, Stc. 41 Pilgrim, see that stream before thee, Darkly winding through the vale; Should its deadly waves roll o'er thee, Would not then thy courage fail? No, I'm bound, See. 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. For I'm bound, &c. 7 While I gazed, with speed surprising, Down the stream she plunged from sight; Gazing still, I saw her rising, Like an anji^el clothed with light. O, I'm bound, &c. 8 Cease, my heart, this mournful cry- ing. Death will burst this sullen gloom; Soon my spirit, fluttering, dying, Will be borne beyond the tomb. For I'm bound, &.c. B6 4& HYMN 28. C. M. Warning to sinners to flee from the rath to come. 1 With love of pity I look round Upon my fellow clay; See men reject the gospel sound, Good God ! what shall I say ? 2 Now is the time, th' accepted hour, O sinners! come away; The Saviour 's knocking at your door, Arise without delay^ 3 Do not refuse to give him room, Lest mercy should withdraw; He'll then in robes of vengeance come, To execute his law. 4 Then Avhere, poor sinners, will you be, If destitute of grace: When you your injur'd Judge shall see, And stand before his face? 5 O could you shun that dreadful sight, How would you Vv'ish to fly To the dark shades of endless nighty From that all-searching eye. 45 6 But death and hell must all appear, And you among them stand; Before the great impartial bar, Arrang'd at Christ's left hand. 7 Let not these warnings be in vain, But lend a list'ning ear, Lest you should meet them all again, When wrapt in keen despair. HYMN 29. C. P. M. John Hi. S. 1 Awaked 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 increas'd my pain, "The sinner must be born again," And whelm 'd my tortur'd miud. B« 44 S 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 teH, How Jesus conquer 'd death and hell, And broke the fowler's snare; Yet when I found this truth remain, " The sinner must be born again," I sunk in deepdispair. 5 But Vvhile I thus in anguish lay, The gracious Saviour pass'd this way, And felt his pity move; The sinner, by his justice slain, Now by his grace is born again, And sings redeeming love. HYMN 30 8s. & 7s. Mourning Souls, 1 Poor mourning souls in deep distress Making sad lamentation, Find themselves lost in wickedness, And under condemnation; While thunderbolts from Sinai's mount, Do sound with loudest terror, And they as naught in God's account, Are drown'd in grief and sorrow. 2 O here I am in deep distress, Most worn away with trouble; Day after day I seek f9r peace, But llnd my sorrow double. Saith Satan, fatal is your stale, Time past you might repented, But now you see it is to late, So make yourself contented. 3 How can I live, how can I breathe, Under this sore temptation, Conclude ray day of grace is o'er; Lord hear my lementation; For I am weary of my life, *' Of pains and bitter crying, My wants are great, my mind's in strait, My spirit's almost dying. 4 But who is lie that looketh forth, Sweet as the blooming, morning. Fair as the moon, clear as tlie sun, 'Tis Jesus Christ adorning. 46 Je«ti3 can clothe my naked soul; Jesus for me hath died: And now I can vrith pleasure sing, My wants are a!i supplied. HYMN 31. ■ C. P. M. Grace Co7iquerino\ 1 Lord thou hast won — at length I yield; Mj heart by mighty grace compelled, Surrenders all to thee; Against thy terrors long I strove, But who can stand against thy love? Love conquers, even rne. 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 vSaviour 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. 4T HYMN 52. L. M. A young convert falling into darkness. I When converts first begin to sing, Their happy souls are on the wing; Their theme is all redeeming love, Fane would they be with Christ above. 2^:'With admiration they behold The love of Christ, that can't be told ; They viev/ themselves upon the shore, And think the battle all is o'er. S They wonder why old saints don't sing, And make the heav'nly arches ring; Ring v/ith melodious joyful sound, Because a prodigal is found. 4 But 'tis not long 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 ily a way, B@fore thou leav'st this feeble elay? 48 6 Come take up arms, and fr.ce the field, Come gird on harness, s«vord and shield, Stand fast in faith, fight for your king, And soon the vict'ry you shall win. HYMN 33. P. M. Saints entering Paradise. 1 Hail, ye hosts of seraphs bright! I've com.e to join your Kurnl)er; For ever to feel delight, With angels and my Saviour, My cares have ceased, my pains are o'er. I now have reached the blissful shore, And floods of light begin to roll, And burst upon my ravished soul. O sound his praise ye heav'nly choir, Who plucked me from the fiaming fire. S iVow ye fleeting things of time. No more your false attraction, Can move this peaceful breast of mincj My joytj are everlasting. Long I withstood the powers of hell, And Jesus was my glorious shield; 49 Now I've got through the wilderness, Give glory to my great High Priest. O sound his praise, &c. 3 Jesus looks with smiles of love, And angels bid me welcome; The patriarchs and prophets all, Reach forth the hand of friendship, My christian neighbors here I find, My kindred and my nearest friends. The song of Moses now I'll join, And heaven and glory, all are mine, O sound his praise, &c. 4 Now I see my God and King, With grateful admiration; His ways, his works, his name I'll sing In flaming adoration. His everlasting; glories shine, Diffusing light and joy divine. To n)illions in those happy climes, — And heaven and glory are mine. O sound his praise, &c. 5 Through the boundless field of light, My mind is lost to ponder; so I sail through seas of glory bright, O glorious scenes of wonder! Angelic notes in highest strains, Are echoed o'er these heav'nly plains; The sacred anthems now I join, And heaven and glory all are mine. O sound his praise, &,c. HYMM 34. P. M. The nevj Convert. 1 O how happy are they, Who their Saviour ohey, And have laid up their treasures above! Tongue can never express The sw^eet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love! 2 That sweet comforl was mine, When the favour 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, Mj Redeemer to knew, SI 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 alf, liis salvation might see! He hath lov'd me, I cried, He hath sufier'd and died, To redeem such a rebel as me. 5 O! the rapturous height Of that holy delight, _ Which I felt in the life-givmg b.ood. Of my saviour possest, I was perfectly blest, As if fili'd with the fulness of i^od. , HYMN 35. 7s. Hearts of Stone. 1 Hearts of stone, relent, relent, Break, by Jesus' cross subdued; See his body mangled— rent, Cover'd with a gore of blood, §2 Sinful soul, what hast thou done! Murder'd God's eternal Son. 2 Yes, our sins have done the deed, Drove the nails that fix'd him there Crown'd with thorns his sacred head, Pierced him with a soldier's spear; Made his soul a sacrifice. For a sinful world he dies. 4 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 sins I'll part, Saviour, take my broken heart. HYMN 36. 8s. & 7s. Bartimeus. Mark x . 48 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 crying chid hina. But he call'd the louder still; 5S 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'cl/and Jesus granted Alms which none but he could give. 4 '' Lord remove this grievous blind- ness, Let my eyes behold the day!" Straight he saw, and won by kindness, Foilovv'd Jesus in the way. 5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising, " Publishing to all arround: ^' Friends is not my case amazing? What a saviour I have found! 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." HYMN 37. C. M. Belshazzer. Daniel 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. S Chaldea's king, profanely bold, The Lord of hosts defi'd; But vengeance soon his boasts controi'd, And humble all his pride. S He saw a hand upon the walJ, (And trembled on his throne,) Which wrote his sudden, dreadful fall, In characters unknown. 4 His pomp and music, guests and wine, No more delight afford: O sinner ere this case be thine, Begin to seek the Lord. 5 The law, like this hand-writing, stands, And speaks the wrath of God; But Jesus answers its demands, And cancels it with blood, 6^ HYJVIN 38. lis. Delay not. 1 Delay not, delay not, O sinner draw near, The waters of life are now flowingfor thee No price is demanded the saviour is here, Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 2 Delay not, delay not why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus thy God? A fountain is opened, how canst thou re- fuse To wash and be cleansed in his par- doning blood? S Delay not, delay not, O sinner to come, For mercy still lingers, and calls the to-day; Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb; Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. 56 4 Delay not, delay not,the spiritjof grace, Long grieved and resisted, may take fts sad flight, And leave thee in darkness tofinish thy race, To sink in the depth of eternity's night. 5 Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand — The earth shall desolve, the heavens shall fade; The dead, small and great, in the judg- ment shall stand; What power then, O sinner, shall lend the its aid! HYMN 39. L. M. 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 j 57 But mock'd the threats of truth divine, And scorn 'd the place where angels shine. 3 My angry heart refused the blood Of a decending, suffering God; And guilty passion boldly broke The holy law which heaven had spoke, 4 The alluring world controU'd my choice, When conscience spoke, I hush'd its voice, Securely laugh'd along the road, Which hapless 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 tlie voice of joy again. HYMN 40. P. M. Calvary. 1 As near to Calvary I pass, Me thinks I see a bloody cross; Where a poor victim hangs; 58 His flesh with rugged iron tore, His limbs all dressed in purple gore, Gasping in dying pangs. 2 Surpris'd the spectacle to see, I ask'd who can this victim be In such exquisite pain? Why thus consign'd to woes? I cried; " 'Tis I," the bleeding God replied, *' To save a world from sin." 3 A God for rebel mortal dies; How can it be? my soul replies: What! Jesus died for me? ''Yes," sailh the suff'ring Son of God; '^ I give my life, I spill my blood, For thee, poor soul, for thee." 4 Lord, since thy life thou'st freely- given. To bring my wretched soul to heaven, And bless me with thy love, Then at thy feet, O God, I'll fall, Give thee my life, my soul, my all, To reign with thee above. HYMN 41. 12s. The Chariot. 1 The chariot ! the chariot I its wheels roll ia fire, As the Lord conuth dov/n in the pomp of his ire; I Lo, self-moving it drives on its pathway of clond, I And the heavens with the burden of Godhead ' are bow'd. 2 The glory! the glory! around him are pour'd, Mighty hosts of the angels thut wait on the Lord; And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are there, And there all who the palm-wreaths of victory- wear! 3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard : Lo, the depths of the stone-cover'd charnel are stirr'd! From the sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north. All the vast gmieration of man are come forth! 4 The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set. Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders are met! There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord, Abd the doom of eternity hangs on his word. 60 5 O mercy! O mercy! look down from above. Great Creator, on us, thy sad children, with love! When beneath to their darkness, the wicked are driven , May our justified souls find a welcome in heaven! HYMN 42. €. M. Deliverance from sin. 1 I ask the gift of righteousness, The sill-subduing power; Power to believe, and go in peace. And never grieve thee more. 2 I ask the blood-bought pardon seal'd, The liberty from sin; The grace infus'dthe love reveal'd, The kingdom fix'd within. 3 Thou hear'st me for salvation pray; Thou seest my heart's desire; Made 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 v/ill I rest, Till I am saved indeed. 5 Thou canst, thou wilt, I dare believe , So arm iv.e with thy power, That I to sin may never cleave. May never feei it more. HYMN 43. S. M. JVaich and pray. Matt. 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 Oh, v/atch, 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'ry won, Nor once at ease sit down; Thy arduous work will not be done, Till thou hast got thy crown. 62 HYMN 44. C. M. Self-denial. Mark viii. 34. 1 And must I part v/ith all I bave, My dearest Lord for thee? It is but right, since thou hast done Much more than this for me. 2 Yes let it go — cue look from thee Will more than make amends, For all the losses I sustain, Of credit, riches, friends. 3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives. 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. HYMN 45. P. M. 1 Hark! listen to the trumpeters! They sound for veluuteers! On Zion*s bright and flow'rj mount Behold the officers — Their horses white, their garments bright, With crown and bow they stand, Enlisting soldiers for their King, To march for Canaan's land. 2 It sets my heart all in aflame; A soldier I will be; I will enlist, gird on my arms, And light for liberty. They want no cowards in their band (They will their color fly) But call for valiant hearted men, Who're not afraid to die. S The armies nov/ are in parade, How martial they appear! All arm'd and dress'd in uniform, They look like men of v/ar; They follow their great General, The great eternal Lamb, His garments stained in his own blood, King Jesus is his name. 64 4 The trumpet sounds, the armies shout. And drive the hosts of hell; How dreadful is our God in arms! The great Immanuel! Sinners, enlist with Jesus Christ, Th' eterna-1 Son of God, And march with us to Canaan's land, Beyond the swelling flood. HYMN 46. L. M. O ihat my Load. 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! 3 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. 3 Break off the yoke of iiibred sin, And fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest till pure within, Till I am wholly lost in thee. 65 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God, Thv light and easy burden prove, Tije cross al! stain'd with hal.ow'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 th(> joyful hou!-, And fill me with thy perlcct peace. 6 Come Lord, the drooping sinner cheer, •Nor let thy chariot wheels delay; Appear in my poor heartr, appear; My God, my Savour, come away! HYMiV 47. L. M. 1 Ye blooming youth, I pray give ear, A death bed lamentation hear! Ere death shall blast the opening flower O make thy peace and calling sure. 2 In pride and wealth and pleasure's maze I've spent the morning of my days; Did oft in gayest circles shine, Nor thought my sun would e'er decline. CI 66 5 But death has aimed the fatal blow, Down to the grave I soon must go; ^ Distressing pains my v ta!s tare, My soul is rack'd with kten disi:air. 4 My beauty, once my greatest pride, The cold and silent grave will hide; The rose, so late in sweetest bloom, The hungry worm will soon co.sume. 5 Oft I've adorned this b!':oming fice, INly lim.bs have deck'd with sweetest grace; But though so lovc'y and so fair. The winding shaet I soon must wear. . 6 In : i ful p'easu es I have sp^nt The golden mom nts Go^ halh lent; And now beneath his a\ ful frown, I so.»ii shal ink in nnpfi ish down. 7 Oft I have heard the gospel call, But madly have rejected all; And now the day of grace is o'er, I i^ink aia-i to ri?-e no more. S Oft I have felt the inwaid smart, Aod iinguish keea has seized my heart. 67 And oft, alone, resolved in tears, To seek the Lord in riper years. 9 But with conviction still I strove, Dispised a Saviour's offered love, Refused with sinful joys to part, And grieved his spirit from my heart. 10 Now soon with me shall time be o'er, My sun shall rise and set no more; But sinking down in endless pain, Shall never, never rise again. 1 1 Ye blooming youth, a long farewell, O shun the path that leads to hell, Seek, now, your slighted Saviour's face, No more despise his offered grace. 12 No more his loving spirit grieve. Lest he your precious soul should leave; O think, that ere tomorrow's sun. You may forever be undone. 13 O christian friends, a long adieu, I've been reproved and warned by you. Oft have I heard your weeping cry, " Turn, sinner, turnj why will you die?" €2 68 14 But mercy has forever fled, I sink among tl e silent dead. My life is o'er, my glass is run^ Farewell to all below the sun. HYMN 43. P. M. ^ The Star of Bethlehem. 1 When marshall'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host- bestiuJ the sky, One star alone, of all the 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 Belhkhem. 2 Once on the raging seas I rode; The storm was loud, the night was dark. The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd The wind that tost'd my foundering bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose; It was the Star of Bethlehem. 69 3 It was my guide, my light, my all; It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and donger's thrail, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moor'd, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for ever more, The Star— the Star of Bethlehem. HYMN 49. 8s. Matt. xxii. 42. Johnxx. 28. 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; C3 ^ 70 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 1 could make the reply, That Christ is ''My Lord and my God." HYMN 50/ 7s Learning of Christ. Mat. xi. 29. 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, 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 suffering, shame, or loss; Learn of him to bear the cross. 71 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There adoring at his feet, Mark that miracle sublime, God's own sacrifice complete: " It is finished," hear him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4 Early hasten to the tomb, Where they laid his breathless clay, All his solitude and gloom, Who hath taken him away? Christ is risen; he meets our eyes ! Saviour, teach us so to rise. HYMN 51. C. M. 1 I sojourn in a vale of tears: Alas ! how can I sing? My harp doth on the willows hang. Untuned in ev'ry string. 2 My music is a captive's strain; Harsh sounds my ears do fill: How shall I sing sweet Zion's songs On this side Zion's hill? 3 Yet, lo I hear the joyful sound! Surely, I'll quickly come: C4 72 Each word much sweetness doth distil, Like a full honeycomb. 4 And wilt thou" come, my dearest Lord? And wilt thou surely come? Yes, on such prospects I can rest, And shall be soon at home. 5 My Jesus is gone up to heav'n, To fit a place tor me; For 'tis his will, that v.-here he is, There should his servants be. 6 Canaan I view from Pisgah's top; Of Canaan's grapes I taste: My Lord, who sends unto me here, Will send for me at last. HYMN 52. P. M. 1 Oh, when shall I see Jesus And reign with him above, And from that flowing fountain Drink everlasting love! When shall I be delivered From this vain world of sin, And with my blessed Jesus Drink endless pleasures in? 73 2 But now, I am a soldier; My Captain's gone before; He's given me my orders, And bid me not give o'er: If I continue faithful, A righteous crown he'll give, And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have. « 3 Through grace I am d(^termined To conquer, though I die; And then away to Jesus, On wings of love, I'll fly. Farewell to sin and sorrow; I bid you all adieu; And oh, my friends, be faithful, And on your way pursue. 4 And if you meet with troubles And trials on your way, Then, cast your cares on Jesus, .And don't forget to pray: Gird on the heavenly armour Of faith, and hope, and love, And when the combat's ended. He'll carry you above. C5 74 ' 5 O do not be 88 5 From ev'ry other help afar, And left without a friend, God is a helper ever near, And faithful to the end. HYMN 64. P. M. ^' Lead me io the rock 1 O Saviour of sinners, when faint and depre^^sed, Vritii manifbld trials and sorrows op- pressed, ^ I'll bow at thy feet, and with confidence 'Lead^me to the rock, that is higher than 2 When tempted by Satan the Spirit to grieve, And the rervice of Christ, rny redeemer to leave, I'll clain my relation to Jesus on hio-h— Tne Rock of salvation, that's higher Than I! 3 When God from my ^oul shall his presence remove 89 To try by his absence the strength of my love, I'll rest on the promise of Jesus, and try The power of that Rock, which is higher than I! 4 When sorely afflicted, and ready to faint Before my redeemer, I'll spread my com- plaint; Mid storms and distresses, my soul shall rely On Jesus, the Rock that is higher than I! 5 When weak and encompassad with numberless foes, Attempting my comfort and peace to oppose, I'll look to the Savior of sinners, and cry, Lead me to the Rock, that is higher than I! 6 When judgments, OLord, are abroad in the land. And merited vengeance decends from thy hand! O'erwhelmed with the sight, for protec- tion ril fly,^ 90 And hide in the Rock, that is higher than I! 7 When summoned by death before God to appear, By free grace supported I'll yield with- out fear; Most gladly I'll venture with Jesus on high, To enter the Rock that is higher than I! 8 'Tis there, with the chosen of Jesus, I long To dwell, and eternally join in the song, Of praising and blessing with angels on high, Jesus Christ, the Rock that is higher than I! HYMN 65. C. M. Greatful Rememherance of Christ. 1 li human kindness meets return, And owns the greateful tie; If tender thoughts within us burn, To fell a fiiend is nigh, — 91 2 Oh! should 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 surveyed Those pangs he would not iiee. What love his latest words displayed — " Meet and remember me!" 4 Remember thee! — thy death, thy shame — Our sinful hearts to share! memory! leave no other name But his record there! HYMN 66. C. M. 1 Beyond the glit'tring starry sky, Far as the eternal hills, There, in the boundless relms of light, Our dear Redeemer dwells. 2 Immortal ancrels, bright and fair, In countless numbers shine: At his right hand, with golden harps, They offer songs divine. 92 3 They brought his chariot from above, To bear him to his throne; Cla|;p'd tfieir tiium|hant wings, and cried, ^^ The glorious work is done." HYMN 67. P. M. " Go preach the gospel to every creature.'* Mark, xvi. 15. 1 Go, ye messengers of God, Like the be arr.s of morning fly; Take the wonder-working rod, Wave the banner cross on high! 2 Go to many a topic isle On the bosom of the deep; Where the skies forever smile, And the blacks forever weep. 2 "Where the golden gates of day Open on the palmy East, W-'ide the bleeding cross display, Spread the guspel's richest feast. 4 Visit ev'ry heathen soil, Ev'ry barren, burning strand, 93 Bid each dreary region shine, Lovely as the promised land. 5 In yon wilds of stream and shade, Many an Indian wigwam trace; And with words of love persuade Savages to sue for grace. 6 Circumnavigate the ball — Visit every soil and sea; Preach the cross of Christ to all; Jesus' love is full and^free. HYMN 68. P. M. The fall of Babylon. 1 Hail, the day so long expected, Hail, the year of full release, Zion's walls are now erected And her watchmen publish peace; From the distant coasts of Shimar The shrill trumpets loudly roar. Chorus. — Babylon is fallen, is fallen, is fallen, Babylon is fallen to rise no more. 2 Hark and hear the people crying, See the city disappear, 94 Trade and traffic all are dying Lo we sink and perish here; Sailors who have bought her traffic, Crying from her distant shoie. 3 All her merchants cry with wonder, What is this that's come to pass? Murmuring like the distant thunder Crying out, alas! alas! Swell the sound ye kings and nobles Priests and people, rich and poor. 4 Lo, her captives are returning, Up to Zion see them fly, While the smoke of Babel's burning Rolls across the darken 'd sky; Now's the day of compensation, Hope of mercy now is o'er. 5 Tune your harps ye heavenly choir, Shout ye followers of the lamb, See the city all on fire, Clap your hands and blow the flame; See the ancients of the city, Terrified at the uproar. 95 Zion*s Children raise your voices, And the joyful nev/s proclai?n, How the heavenly host rejoices, Shout and echo buck the same; Now behold this awful kingdom, All consuMjing in a gore. HYMN 69. 7s Sovereign Grace. 1 Sovereign grace has power alone To subdue a heart of stone; And ilie m men grace is ft It, Then the hardest heart will melt. 2 Wl en the Lord was Crucified, 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, touc'.ed with grace, fcaw thvi danger oi h.s case, 96 Faith received to own the lord. Whom the scribes and preists abhor'd 5 " Lord " he prayed *^ remember me '* When in glory thou shnlt be:" " Soon with me," the Lord replies, '•■ Thou shall rest in paradise. 6 This was wonderous grace indeed, Grace bestowed in time of need! Sinners, trust in Jesus name, You shall find him still the same. HYMN 70. P. M. Shouting GocVs Praise. 1 O God, my heart with love inflame, That I may in thy holy name, Aloud in sonj^js of praise rejoice, While I have breath to raise my voice; Then will I shout, then will I sing, And make the heavenly arches ring; I'll sing and shout for evermore On that eternal happy shore. 2 O Jesus! hope of glory come, And make my heart thy humble home: 9T For the short remnant of my days, I long to sing and shout thy praise: Lord, give me now a heart to pray, And live rejoicing every day; To give thee thanks in every thing, To sing and shout, and shout and sing. 3 When on my dying bed I lay, Lord give me strength to shout and pray, And praise thee with my latest breath, IlHtil my voice is lo^st in death j Then sisters, brothers, shouting come, My body follow to the tomb; And as you march that solemn road, Sing loud, and shout the praise of God. 4 Then you below, and I above, Will sing and shout the God we love. Until that great and solemn day, - When Christ shall call our slumb'ring chiy. Then from our dusty beds we'll spring, And shout, O death where is thy sting? ' O grave where is ihy victory? We'll shout in vast eternity. lU HFMN 71, L. M. T7ic ussfidness of The Scriptures. 1 When Israel thro' (he desert past, A fiery pillar went before, To guide them thro' the dreary waste, And lessen the fatigues they bore. 2 Such is thy glorious word, O God! 'Tis for our light and guid;ince given; It sheds a lusture all abroad, And points the path to bliss and heaven: 3 It fills the soul with sweet delight. And quickens its inactive powers; It sets our Vv'and'ring footsteps right; Displays thy love and kindles ours: 4 Its promises rejoice our hearts; Its doctrines are divinely true; Knowledge and pleasure it imparts: It coratbrts and instructs us too. HYMN 12. S. M. 1 Blest comforter divine! L©t rays of heavenly love 99 Amid our gloom and darkness shine, And guide our fouIs above. S 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 ev'n 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. HYMN 73. 8s. &7s. To the Blessed Spirit. 1 Holy Ghost dispel our sadness, Pierce the clouds of sinful nigh.t: Come, thou source of sweetest gladness, Breathe thy life, and spread thy light! Loving Spirit, God of peace, €rre«t distributer of gra©«, PS 100 Rest upon this congregation, Hear, O hear our supplication. 2 From that hight which knows no measure, As a gracious shower descend: Bringing down the richest treasure Man can v.ish, or God can send. . thou glory, shining down From the Father and the Son, Grant us thy illumination! Rest upon thia congregalioii. 3 Come, thou blest of all donations, God can give, or we implore; Having thy sweet consolations, We need wish for nothing more:. Come, with unction and with power, On our souls thy graces shov/er; Author of the new creation, Make our hearts thy habitation. HYi\m 74. L. M. Tahe not thy holy spirit, ^^c. Ps. li. 11. 1 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, TKoBgh I have doB© tk«« eueh despit©, 101 Cast not a elnner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight; 2 Though I have most unfaithful been Of all, who e'er thy grace leceiv'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 j Nor in thy righteous anger swear, I shall not see thy people's rest. 4 If yet thou canst my sins forgive, E'en now, O Lord, relieve my woes; Into thy rest of love receive. And bless me with the calm repose. 6 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. HYMN 75. P. M. Desire of the Church. 1 How long by Babel's stream, Shall Israel weep? 102 How long our mournful harps, On willows sleep? When will the conqueror come, And wipe away our tears? And save his chosen ones From all their fears? 2 Jesus, we look to thee, God's glorious son; Thou hast o'er death and hell The victory won; — Come and triumphant prove O'er Zion's every foe; — Lead us, where living streams Of mercy flow. 3 Oh may v.'e ?ove thee more. And watch and pray; And from thy bleeding side No longer stray; — Then shall we hear thy voice, In every trying hour, Cheering our hearts, while storms Around us lower. 4 And when our pilgrimage On ©arth is o'er, 103 And all the ransomed stand On Jordan's shore — Fearless the gloomy waves Shall we with songs pass through, While fields of glory bright Appear in view. HYMN 76. P. M. 1 This morning most sweetly the gales are all blowing, Directly the breeze is from Mount Calvary; The sepulchre is open, the odours are flowing, Breathe gently, sweet zephyrs, breathe gently oa me. On this lovely morning the Saviour was rising, The chains of mortality fully dispising; His sufferings are over, he's done agonizing — This morning my Saviour will think upon me. 2 And now to the place that's appointed for pray- For worship that's social I'll quickly repair; In service so pleasing, there needs no delaying ; The stone is roU'd back, and my Lord will be there. Rouse quickly, my soul, shake off thy dull slumbers, In melody raise all your heavenly numbers; D4 104 For Jesns h pleag'd, when recounting his mera- bers, He finds you like Mary thus early at prayer. 3 "Vt ith faith in full action, we meet at the chap- el; There humbly we ask for a power divine: Inimaiiuel puts all our souls in a rapture, And graciously causes his glory to shine; Our iiearts are enliveii'd, affections engag'd Devotion inspires us, and sinners amaz'd, Eeho!d with what zeal Christian warfare is wag'd, Against the fell monster and all his designs. 4 Then trusting in Jesus, our head and our lead- er, We'll march on to glory without any fear; Each Sabbath revolving brings one Sabbath near- er, To that blessed morning when he shall appear. His sign in the east he soon will be displaying, The nations to judgment will then be all gather- ing' Till then, we'll adore him, nor ever cease pray- ing, Till praises unceasing shall call us from pray- er. 5 My hrethren and friends, may the God of all glory Protect us> and save ua from sin and all harm; 105 With the head of the Church in full view before us. We'll show ourselves valiant in every alarm. Then each soul inspire, O God, with devotion, And when these dull bodies shall cease from their motion. Receive us, O Jesus, to thy blessed arms. HYMN 77. P. M. 1 Farewell, dear friendsj I must be gone^ 1 have no home to stay with you; I'll take my staff and travel on, Till I a better world do view. Farewell, farewell, farewell, My loving friends, farewell. 2 Farewell, my friends, time rolls along, Nor waits for mortal's care or bliss, I leave you here and travel on, Till 1 arrive where Jesus is. Farewell, &c. 3 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, To you I'm bound in cords of love; Yet we believe his gracious word, T^at we sooo all shall meet above. Farewell, &.e. D5 106 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. Farewell, &lc. 5 Farewell, ye blooming sons of God, Sore conflicts yet await for you; Yet dauntless keep the heavenly road, Till Canaan's happy land you view. Farewell, &c. 6 Farewell, poor careless sinners, too, It grieves my heart to leave you here; Eternal vengeance waits for you; turn and find salvation near. O turn, O turn, O turn, And find salvation near. HYMN 78. S. M. The aivaJcend sinner^s reflection. 1 O am I born to die, With a polluted soul.'' Ah! hurried to eterniiy, As swift as time caa roll. 107 2 I jnst begin to see; Ah! Lord, what shall I do? How shall a wretched sinner flee From everlasting wo? 3 I dare no longer stay So nigh the jaws of hell; Yet 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. HYMN 79. P. M. 1 Dark arid thorny is the desert Thro' which pilgrims make their way; Yet beyond this vale of sorrow, Lie the fields of endless day: Fiends loud howling through the desert. Make them tremble as they go, And the fiery darts of Satan Often brino- their couraflre low. 2 O young soldiers, are you weary Of the roughness of the way? D6 108 Does your s^trength begin to fail youT And your vigor to decay? Jesus, Jesus will go with you; He will lead you to the throne; He who dyed his garments for you, And the wine press trod alone. 3 He whose thunder shakes creation, He who bids the planets roll: He who rides upon the tempest, And whose sceptre sways the whole, Round him are ten thousand angels, Ready to obey command, They are always hovering round you, Till you reach the heavenly land. 4 There on flow'ry hills of pFeasure, Lie the fields ot endless rest; Love, and joy, and peace forever Reign and triumph in your breasts Who can paint the scenes of glory Where the ransomed dwell on high? There on golden harps forever Sound redemption through the sky. 109 HYMN 80. C. M. Efficatious grace, Psalm xlv. 3, 5. 1 Hail! mighty Jesus! how divine Is thy victorious sv/ord! The stoutest rebel must resign At thy commanding word. 2 Deep are the wounds thine arrows give, They pierce the hardest heart; Thy smiies of grace the slain revive, iind joy succeeds to smart. 3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh; Ride with majestic sway: Go forth, sweet prince, triumphantly, And make thy foes obey. 4 And when thy victories- are ccmplate, When all the chosen race Shall round the throne of glory, meet To sing thy conquering grace; 5 O may my huinble soul be found Among that favor'd band! And I, with them, thy praise will sound Thiroii^kout Immanuel's land. no HYMN 81. CM. Mait. 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. 5 Lord, I would now a pilgrim be — Guide thou my feet aright; I would not for ten thousand worlds Be banish'd from thy sight. HYMN 82. C. M. Jerusalem. 1 Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long lor thee! Ill When will my sorrows have an end, Thy joj^s when shall I see? 2 Thy walls are all of precious stone, Most glorious to behold; Tliy gates are richly set with pear], Thy streets are paved with gold. 8 Thy gardens and thy pleasant walks, My study long have been; Such dazzling views by liuman sight, Have never yet been seen. 4 If" heaven be thus glorious, Lord, Why should I stay from thence? What foliy's this that I should dread To die and go from hence! 6 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace ; And cause me to ascend. Where congregations ne'er breakup, And Sabbaths never end. 6 Jesus, my Lord, to glory 's gone, Him will I go and see; And all my brethren here below, Will soon ccme after me. in 7 My friends, I bid ycu 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, Then when we first begun. HYMN Q-i. S. M. , Ths gospel pcoly John, v. S, d 1 Beside the gospel pool, Appointed lor the poor, Fr(;m time to time my hapless soul Hao waited for a cure. 2 Kow often have I seen The healing v/aters move; And others round me stepping in, There eflk'acy psrove. 3 But my complaints remain, I feel the very same; As full of guilt, and fear, and pain, As when at first I came. 113 4 How often have I thought, Why should I louger lie? Surely the Ji'ercy I have sought, Is not for such as I. 5 But whither can I go? ■ There is no other pool, yV^here streams of sov'reign mercy flow, 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 suffer him to die? HYMN 85. P. M 1 See the eternal Judge decending, Seated on his Fathers throne; Now, poor sinner, Christ will show thee That he's with the Father one. Trumpets call thee, Stand and hear thy awful doom. 2 Hear the sinner now lamenting At the sioht of fiercer pain; Cries and tears he now is venting, But he weeps and cries in vain; 114 Greatly mourning That he n'er was born again. 3 Yonder sits my slighted Savour, With the marks of dying love; O! that I had sought his favour, When I felt his spirit move! Doora'd I'm justly, For I have against him strove. 4 All his wooing I have slighted, While he daily sought my soul; If m.y vows to him I plighted, Yet for sin I broke them all; Golden moments, How neglected did thy roll. 5 There I see my godly neighbors, Who were once dispis'd by me, Now they're clad in dazling splendor Waiting my sad fate to see; Farewell nsiglibors! Dismal gulf, I'm bound for thee. 6 Hail, ye ghosts that dwell in dark- ness, Groaning, rattling of your chain»l 115 Christ has no^v pronounc'd my sentance Down I'm rolling, Never to return ai>ain. 7 Now experience plainly shows me Hell is not a I'abied thing; Now I see my friends in glory, Round the throne they ever sing, I'm tormented With an everlasting sting. • HYMN 84. L. M. Advice to youth. 1 Now is the time, O lovely youth, To think on your Creator, God; Attend the words of sacred truth. While in the day of youthful blood. 2 But if you foolishly delay. And hearken to the tempter's breath, To walk in the dstructive way, 'Till age comes on, or sudden death — 3 O think what dreadful risk you run — ■ To hazard your immortal soul, To be eternally undone, Aiid plung'd where eadlegs sorrows roll. 116 4 Young sinners then a warning take, Now in your precious days of youtli; All flatt'ring vanities forsake, And take th' advice of sacred truth. HYMN 85. 8s & 7s. Vome and uie'come to Jesus Christ. 1 Come ye sinners, poor and wretched, Wccik 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, True belief and true repentance. Every grace that brings us uigh; Without money, without money, 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 lie gives you, 'Tb the spirit's rising beaaa. 117 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 cry before he dies, It is finish'd, it is finish'd, Sinners, will not this suffice? 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. HYMN 86. C. M. Tke 'prodigaVs return. The prodigal with streaming eyes, From folly just awake, Reviews his vvand'rings with surprise' Hid heact begins to break. iia 2 I starve, he cries, nor can I bear The famine in this land; While servants of ray 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 servants place. 4 Far off He saw him slowly move, In pensive silence mourn; The FiBther ran with arms of love To welcome his return. 6 Thro' all the courts the tidings flew, And spread the joy around; The angels tun'd their harps anew; The prodigal is found! HYMN 87. C. M. John xii. 21. 1 Tell us, ye servants of the Lord, Where's your great master found? Him would we see, v/hose powerful word Can heal our ev'ry wound. 119 S We would see Jesus for we know His soverign 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 ;is 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 plaints, And find celestial rest. 6 W^e would see Jesus, and would pray For those unhappy friends, Who choose, alas! that crooked way Which in perdition ends. 7 We would see Jesus gracious friensd, from him derive our bliss; 120 And wait till we the heaven's ascend, And see him as he is. HYMN 88. 5s&6s. Come sinners attend, Ex. Hi, 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 AIM Hath sent me to you; GJad 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 bis name?" You have the replr, I AM THAT 1 AM; Though bhad, lame, and feeble, And helpless you 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 you to shame; But fully supply you With all things in store; Nor will he deny you Because you are poor. ?IYMN 89. 7s. Praise for Conversioji, Psalm Ixvi. 16. 1 Ye that fear the Lord, attend, Whilst v/ith gratitude I tell, How his interposing hand; Sav'd me from the lowest hell. 2 When my sins appeared in view, Numberless and infinite; All my works and duties too, Filthy in Jehovah's sight. 122 5 When my conscience groan'd beneath Sinai's dire avenging rod; When my doom, eternal death, 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, Andsustain'd its penalty. 5 O what bliss divine I felt, When my ransom I could see, 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. HYMN 90. C. P. M. 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, 123 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 tiie pardon free To all mankind, as v^ell as me; Who comes 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. 5 Come, brethren, you that love the Lord, Who tasto the sweetness of hia word, 124 In Jesus' ways go on; Our troubles and our trials here, Wiil 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. HYMN 35. 8s. & 6s. Private Retirement. World Renounced. 1 Tell me no more of earthly toys, Of sinful mirth and carnal joys, (The things I lov'd, before:) Let me but view my Saviour's face, And feel his animating grace. And I desire no more. 2 Tell nie no more of praise and wealth, Of careless ease and blooming health, For they have all their snares: Let me but know my si»s forgiven, 125 And see mj name enroH'd in hearen, And I am free from cares. 3 Tell me no more oflofty tow'rs, Delightlu! gardens, fragrant bow'rs For these are triffling things: The little room for me design'd, V/iil suit as well my easy mind, As palaces of kings. Tell me no more of crowding guests, Of gaudy dress, and sumptuous feasta, Extravagance and waste: My little table, only spread With wholesome herbs and wholsesome bread, Will better suit my taste. 5 Give me a bible in my hand, A heart to read and understand, This sure, unerring word; I'd urge no company to stay, But sit alone from day to day, And converse with the Lord, 126 HYMN 92. C. M. Church Unioiij Col. ii. 2. 1 Our souls, by love together knit, Cemented, nnxt in one, One hope, one heart, one mind, ono voice, 'Tis heav'n on earth begun. 2 Our hearts have burn'd, while Jesus spake, And glow'd with sacred fire; He stoop'd and talk'd, and fed, and blest, And lill'd th' enlarg'd desire. Chorus, L. M. ^' A Saviour!" let creation sing! " A Saviour!" let all heaven rsng! He's God with us, v.e feel him ours. His fulness on our souls he pours, 'Tis almost done, 'tis almost o'er, We're joining them who're gone be- fore. We then shall meet to nait no more. 127 5 The little cloud increases stfll, The heavens are big with rain; We haste to catch the teeming show'r, And all its moisture drain. 4 A rill, a stream, a torant flows! But pour a mighty flood; Oh! sweep the nations, shake the earth, 'Till all proclaim ihee God. " A Saviour," &c. 6 And v/hen 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; 6 May we, a little band of love, Be sinners, sav'd by grace; From glory unto glory chang'd, Behold thee face to face! HYMN 93. 8s. Union Hymn. 1 From whence doth this union arise That hatred is conqur'd by love! It fastens our souls in such ties, As nature and time can't remove. 128 2 It cannot in Eadon be found, Nor yet in a Paradise lost; It grows on rmmanuel's ground; And Jesus' rich blood it did cost. 3 My friends are so dear unto me, Our hearts are united in iove; Where Jesus is gone v/e shall be In yonder bright mansions above. 4 O why then so loth for to part? Since (here we shall all meet again Engrav'd on Immanuel's heart, At a distance we cannot remain. 5 And when we shall see that bright day And join with the angels above, There free'd from these bodies of clay, We'll dwell with Christ Jesus above. 6 With Jesus we ever shall rei.L';n, And all his bright trlories we'll see; There sing Halfchijah, Amen! Amen, -even so let it be. 129 HYIVIN 94. L. M. 1 Like Israel, safe upon the shore, Who thought the coniiict all was o'er. Young converts view the frightful train Of all their foes for ever slain. 2 But soon, with sick'ning heart survey The perils of the desert way; The povv'r of sin revives again, Aud all their hopes seem false and vain. S The morning sun that shone so bright Is shrouded in 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 taith, fight for your King, My grace shall strength and victory bring." HYMN 95. C. M. 1 How sweet tfie name of Jesus sounda In a believer's ear! El ISO It sooths hi3 sorrov/s, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the troubled soul, And to the weary, rest. 3 Dear name! the rock on which I build, My shirk! and hiding place,- My never-failing treas'ry fill'd With boundless stores of grace. 4 Jesus! my shepherd, husband, friend, My Prophet, Priest and King, My Lord, my life, my way, my end, Accept the praise I bring. 5 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warm.est thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll piaise thee as I ought. 6 Till then I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death. 131 HYMN 96. P. M. 1 There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll; Tis there I have my treasure, And there 1 hope to rest my soul. Long darkness dwelt around me, With scarcely once a cheering ray; But since my Saviour found me, A light has shone along my way. 2 My way is full of trials; But it's the path that leads to God; Then like a valiant soldier, I'll dauntless keep the happy road, Now I must gird my sword on, My helmet, brest plate, and my shield And fight the hosts of Satan, Until I gain the heavenly field. 3 I'm on my way to Canaan, Still guided by my Saviour's hand: O Come along, dear sinner. And see Emmanuel's happy land. To all that stay behind me, I bid a long, a long farewell! O come, or you'll repent it, When you do reach the gates of li»ll! B3 4 Tlie vale of tears surrounds me, And Jordan's current rolls before! O how I stand and tremble, To hear the dismal waters roar! Whose hand shall then support me, And keep my soul from sinking theie? From sinking down to darkness, And to the regions of dispair? 5 The waves shall not affright me, Although they're deeper than the grave; If Jesus will stand by me, I'H ride on Jordan's v/aves: His word ha=! calm'd the ocean; His lamp hascheer'd the gloomy vale; may this fiiend be with me, When through the gate of death I sail. 6 Then come thou king of terrors, And with thy weapons luj me low! 1 soon shall teach that region; Where everlasting pleasures flow; Now, Christians I must leave you, A few more days to suffer here; 133 Through grace I soon shall meet you; My soul exults, I'm almost there. 7 But Oh the thoughtless company That crowds the road that leads to woej For them I'm fiil'd with sympathy; I soon must bid them all adieu! sinners must I leave you! No more to join your social band? No more to stand before you, Till at the judgement seat we stand? 8 Soon the archangel's trumpet, Shall shake the ^^lobe from pole to pole, And all the wheels of nature, - Shall in a moment cease to roll. Th'^n shall I see my Saviour, With shinning ranks of angels, come To execute his vengeance. And take his ransom'd people home. HYMN 97. 8s 8l 7s. Love Divine^ Luke vii. 47. 1 Hail, my ever blessed Jesus, Onlv^ thee I wish to sing; To my soul thy name is precious, Thou my Prophet, Priest and King. £3 134 2 Oh, what mercy flows from heav*n, Oh, whatJDy and happiness! Love I much? — I've much forgive'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 Sayiour passed that way. 4 Witness, all ye hosts of heav'n, My redeemer's tenderness! Love I much? — I've much forgiv'n — I'm a miricle of grace. 5 Shout, ve bright angjelic choir; Praise the Lamb enthron'd above; While astonish'd, I admire God's free grace, and boundless lov 6 That blest moment I receiv'd him, Fill'd my soul with joy and peace; Love I much? — I've much forgiv'n — I'm a miricle of grace. HYMN 98. C. M. The year of the Redeemed, Isa. Ixiii. 4. 1 Come, welcome this new year of grace, Proclaim'd through Jesus' blood; The happy year of our release, To seal our peace with God. 2 We early wander'd from our God, In the dark maze of sin; The year of the redeem 'd is come, To bring us back again. 3 We hear the gospel's joyful sound Proclaim the jubilee; The year of the redeem'd is come, To set the ransom'd free 4 Ye aged saints, who have long sigh'd To see this happy day, The year of the redeem'd is come, To wipe your tears away. 5 Ye lovely youth who late have known The sweets of pard'ning grace, The year of the redeem'd demands Your noblest acts of praise. E4 156 HYMN 99. 8s. & 73. Invitation to follow the Lamb. 1 Christians, hear the Saviour call you, Listen to his gracious voice; Dread no ills that can befall you, While you make this way your choice. Jesus says, let each believer Be baptized in my 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 embracing, Lo! our captain leads the way. View the rite with understanding, Jesus' grave before you lies; Be interr'd at his commanding, After his example rise. HYMN 100. H. M. Juslificat '.on by faith, 1 Arise my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears, 157 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, Receieved on Calvary, Now pour effectual prayers, And strongly speak for me; Foroive him, O forgive, they cry, Nor let that ransom 'd sinner die! 4 The Father hears him pray, The dear anointed One, He cannot turn away The presence of his Son: His-spiiit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. £5 133 6 My God is 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. HYMN 101. P. M. 1 Hark brethren, don't you hear the sound? The martial trumpet now is blowing, Men in order listing round, And soldiers to the standard flowing: Bounties offer'd, joy and peace, To ev'ry soldier this is given; And when from toil and war we cease, A mansion bright prepared in heaven. 2 Those who long in debt have laid, And felt the hand of dire oppression; All their debts are freely paid, And they endow'd with large posses- sion; All that's sick, or blind, or lame, Maladies are also hed'd. 139 Outlaw'd rebels, when they come, Receive a pardon freely sealed. 3 The battle is not to the strong. The burden is on the captain's shoul- der; None so aged or so young, But he may list and be a soldier; Those who cannot fight or fly, Beneath this banner find protection, None who on his name rely, Shall be reduced to base subjection, 4 You need not fear the cause is good; Come who will list and be a soldier? In this cause the martyrs bled; And shouted vict'ry in the fire; In this way let's follow on, And soon we'll tell the pleasing story, How through Christ we gained the crown, - And fought our way through grace to glory. 5 The battle, brethren, is begun, Behold the army's now in motion; E« 140 Some by faith behold the crown, And almost grasp their future portion, Shout the victory, sing aloud, Immaniiel's chariot wheels are rumb- ling, Mourners weeping through the crowd, And Satan's kingdom down is tumb- ling. HYMN 102. 7s. In darkness, Ps. xxx. 6. 7. 1 Once I thought my mountain strong, Firmly fixed no more to move; Then my Saviour was my song. Then my soul was filled with love; Those were happy, golden days Sweetly spent in pray'r and praise. 2 Little then myself I knew. Little thought of Satan's pow'r; Now I feel my sins anew; N )w I feel the storiny hour! Siii has put my joys to flight; Sin has turn'd my day to night. 141 3 Saviour, shine and cheer my souJ, Bid my dying hopes revive, Make my vv^ounded spirit Vv'hole, Far away the tempter drive; Speak the word and set ine free, Let me live alone to thee. HYMN 103. 8s. 7s. & 4s. Hope encouraged, Ps. xlii. o. 1 O iny soul what means this sadness? Wherek)re art thou thus cast down? Let thy griefs be turned to gladness; Bid thy restless fears begone; Look to Jesus, And rejoice in his dear name. 2 What though Satan's strong tempta- tions Vex and grieve thee day by day;' And thy sinibl inclinations Otten fill thee with dismay; Thou shalt conquer — Through the Lamb's redeeming blood. 3 Though ten thonsand ills beset thee, From without and from within; E7 i4S Jesug salth he'll ne^er forget thee, But will save iVom 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'll bring thee home to God! Therefore praise him — Praise the grate redeemer's name. 5 Oh, that I could now adore him, Like the heavenly host above, Who forever bow before him, And unceasing sing his lov^! Happy songsters! When shall 1 your chorus j mh? HYMN 104. 5s. & 63. LuJce 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, 145 Consider the ravens j And learn to believe. 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 ravens, And never complain. 5 Your every need He'll surely supply, And all his saints feed With bread frQm 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, E8 144 Consider the ravens, His children shall feed. 5 O doubt not his care, His truth or his love, Which kindly you share, And constantly prove; When you, against heaven. To murmur begin, Consider ike ravens, And blush for your sin. 6 Still, Lord, while below A pilgrim I stay, Thy bounty bestow, Thy kindness display; To thee in the heavens, I'ii lift up my voice, Consider (he ravens. And always rejoice. HYMN 105. C. M. Description of the children of God. 1 What poor despised company Of travellers art' these, 145 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 why 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 v/ell? Because that is the road to death. The open road to hell. 6 What, is there then no other road, To Salem's happy ground? Christ is tb.e only way to God, ,Isfone other can be found. 146 HYMN 106. P. M. AUend ye Saints. 1 Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell The wonders of Immanuel, Who saved me from a burning hell, And brought my soul with him to dwell, And give me heavenly union. 2 When Jesus saw me from on high, Beheld my soul in ruin lie, He look'd on me with pitying eye, And said to me as he pass'd by, " With God you have no union.*' 3 Then I began to weep and cry, And look'd this way and that, to fly, It grieved me so that I must die; I strove salvation for to buy: But still I had no union. 4 But when I hated all my sin, My dear redeemer took me in, And with his blood he washed me clean; And oh! what seasons I have seenj Since first I felt this union. 5 I prais'd the Lord both night and day, And went from house to house to pray. 147 And if I met one on the way, I found rd something st;li to say About this heavenly union. 6 I now with saints can join to sing, And mount on faith's tiiumphant wing, And make the heavenly arches ring With loud hosannas to our king, Who brought our souls to union. 7 Oh come backsliders, come away, And learn to do as well as say, And learn to watch as well as pray, And bear your cross from day to day; And then you'll feel this union. 8 We soon shall leave all things below And quit these climes of pain and woe, And then we'll all to glory go, And then we'll see, and hear and know, And feel a perfect union. 9 Come, heaven and earth, unite your lays. And give to Jesus endless praise; And oh my soul, look on and gaze! He bleeds, he dies, your debt he pays, To give you heavenly union. - 148 10 Oh could I, like an angel, sound Salvation through the earth around, The devil's kingdom to confound; I'd triumph on Immanual's ground, And spread this glorious union. HYMN 107. 7s. &. 6s. Driving to port. 1 Though hard the winds are blowing, And loud the billows roar; Full swiitly we are going, To our dear native shore. 2 The billows breaking o'er us, The storms that round us swell, Are aiding to restore us, To ail we love so well. 3 So sorrow often presses. Life's mariner along; Afflictions and distresses, Are gales and billows strong. 4 The sharper and severer The storms of life we meet, The sooner and the nearer Is heaven's eternal seat. 149 5 Come then, afflictions dreary, Sharp sickness pierce my breast; You only bear the weary More quickly home to rest. HYMN 108. P. M. Meet and right. 1 Meet and right it is to sing, In every time and place, Glory to our heavenly King, The God of truth and grace. Join we then with sweet accord, All in one thanksgiving join! Holy, holy, holy Lord, Eternal praise be thine! 2 Thee, the first-born son of light, In choral symphonies, Praise by day, day without night, And never, never cease; Angels and archangels, all Praise the mystic Three in One; Sing, and stop, and gaze, and fall O'erwhelm'd before thy throne! 150 3 Vieing with that heavenly choir, Who chant thy praise above; We on eagles wings aspire, The wings of faitli and love; Thee, they sing, with glory crown 'd; We extol the staughtei'd Lamb: Lower if our voices sound, Our subject is the same. 4 Father, God, thy love we praise, I Which gave thy Son to die; Jesus full of truth and grace, Alike we glorify; Spirit, Comforter divine, i' Praiselby all to thee be given, Till we in full chorus join. And earth is turned to heaven. HYMN 109. C. M. The hajypy debtor. 1 Ten thousand talents once I ow'd, And nothing had to pay; But Jesus freed me from the load, And took my debt away. 151 o Yet since the Lord forgave my sin, ^ And blotted out my score; ^ucb more indebted I have been, !• Than e'er 1 was before. ,; 3 Mv guilt is cancell'd quite, I know, || And satisfaction made-, ;.| But the vast debt of love I owe, ,( Can never be repaid. ^ 4 The love I owe for sin forgiv'n, j For power to believe, u^^v'n \ For present peace and promisdheavn. I No angel can conceive. HYMN 110. lis. Though fr.ends shonld f (^ '' "" ,„iide, Yet one thing secures us, "'"l^^^^i,, „,ide. The scripture assures us, the Lora wi" V 9 The birds without barn or store house ar 3 fed, ^r,»;iHrw:iftr;^the\ord.,np.oviae. 8 We may, like the ships, by tempests be tost. Saperaol. deeps, but ueed not be let, 152 Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide, The promise engages, the Lord will provide. 4 No strength of our own, or goodness we claim, Yet since we have known the Saviour's great name, In this our strong towt^r for safety we'll hide, The Lord is our power, the Lord will provide. 4 When life sinks apace, and death is in view, This word pf his grace shall comfort us through: Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side, We hope to die shouting, "/Ae Lord will pro- vide. HYMN 111. P. M. 1 Brethren, while we sojourn here, Fight we must, but 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 cannot dwell below; Soon the joyful news will come, Child, your father calls — come home. 2 In the world a thousand snares Lay to take us unawares; Satan, with malicious art. Watches each unguarded heart, 153 But from Satan's malice free, Saints shall soon victorious be; Soon the joyful news will come, Child, your Father calls — come home. 3 But of all the foes we meet, None so apt to turn our feet, None betray us into sin, Like the foes we have v/ithin, Yet let nothing spoil our peace, Christ will also conquer these, Then the joyful news will come, Child, your father calls — come home. HYMN 112. S. M. Watchfulness and prayer. 1 A charge to keep I have; A God to 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. 154 2 Arm me with jealous care, As m 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 rny trust betray, 1 shall forever die. HYMjNT 113. 8s. Failh conquering^ Rom. i. 17. i The moment a sinner believes, And trusts in his crucify'd Lord, His pardon at once he receives— Redemption in full through his blood. Iisfaihihat still leads us along, ^ And lives under presure and load, -hat makes us in weakness more strong, • And draws the soul upward to God. . It treads on the world and on hell '. A 'f ?^,"'s'^es death and despair- ' ;nd oh: let us wonder to tell, ; It wrestles and conquers by pray'r- 155 Permits a vile worm of the dust, With God to commune as a friend; To hope his foregiveness as just, And look for his love to the end, 3 It says to the mountain, '' Depart," That stands between God and the soul; — It binds up the broken in heart, And makes wounded conciences whole; Bids sins of a crim,son-like dve Be spotless as snow, and as white; And raises the sinneu on high, To dwell with the angels of light. HYMN 114. 8s. & 7s. 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 dying friend: Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears his feet I'll bathe; * Constant still in faith abiding, Lite deriving from his death. 156 2 Truly blessed in this station— Low before his cross I'll lie; While I see divine compassion Floating in his languid eye; Here I'll sit — forever viewing Mercy streaming in his blood: Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God, HYMN 115. P. M. When shall we three meet again? When shall we three meet again? Oft shall glowing hope aspire, Oft shall wearied love retire; Oft shall death and sorrow reign, Ere we three shall meet again. 2 Though in distant lands we sigh, Parch 'd beneath a hostile sky; Though the deep between u's rolls, Friendship shall unite our souls: And in fancy's wide domain, Oft shall we three meet again. 3 When our burnish 'd locks are gray^ Thin'd by many a toil-spent day; 157 When arround this youthful pine, Moss shall creep and ivy twine ; (Long may this lov'd bovv'r remain;) Here may we three meet again. 4 When the dreams of life are fled, When its waisted 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. HYMN 116. P. M. V,, 1 W4iy stand ye here idle, My friends, all the day? Your moments are fleeting, They'll soon pass away! The market is open, The store you may see, Then come, take and welcome, All things here are free. 2 Here's mercy and pardon. Here's love and free grace, '" Here's strong consolation, Here's grate joy and peace, 158 Here's hope for the hopeless, The weary find rest, Here's all things in plenty, For poor and distress'd. S Here are clothes for the naked. Here all may be clad, Here's bread for the hungry, Here soul^ may be fed; Here's manna from heaven, This fi:)od is divine, Fat things full of marrow. And wine well refin'd. 4 Here's oil milk and honey, A plenty in store, Sufficient for thousands, Yea, millions and more; HtMc's balm for the wounded. Here's strengtli for the weak, Here cordials divine Are prepared for the sick. 5 Then come, all ye needy. Ye poor and distress'd, Come and receive freely, Aad be ever blessed; 15t Oh come without money, To Jesus and buy, Then love him and prais^e him Forever on high. HYMN 117. lis. 6s. & lis. Sweet home. 1 An alian from God, and a stanger to grace, 1 wandered 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, sioeet, sweet home, O Saviour I 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, But pleasures more lasting in .hsus are given. Salvation on earth, and a niansion in heaven. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, The Saints in those mansions are ever at home. 2 Allure me no longer, ye false glowing charms! The Saviour invites me I'll go to his arms; At the banquet of mercy I hear there is room, O there may I feast witli his children at home ! Home, home, sweet, sweet home. O Jesus, conduct me to heaven, my home. 160 4 Farewell, vain amusements, my follies adieu, While Jesus, and heaven, and glory I view; I feast on the pleasures thai flow from his throne, The foretaste of iieaven, 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, sweet, sweet home, O there I shall rest u-ith the Saviour at home 6 Affliction, and sorrow, and death shall be o'er, The saints shall unite to be parted no more; There loud hallelijahs fill heaven's high dome; They dwell with the Saviour forever at home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home. They dwell with the Saviour forever at home. HYMN 118. L. M. Gathsemane. 1 'Tis midnight — and on Olive's brow, The star is dimM that lately shone; 'Tis midnight — in the garden now, The sufi'ring Saviour prays alone. 2 *Tis midnight — and from all removed Immanuelstrives alone, with fears; E'en the descipio that he lov'd Heeds not his master's grief and tearj. 3 'Tis midnight — and for others' guilt The man of sorrow weeps in blood: 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 by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's wo. HYMN 119. 7s. Prayer for a revival. I Saviour, visit thy plantation, Giant us, Lofd a gracious rain! All will come to desolation, Unless thou retuin again; Keep no longer at a distance;. Shine upon us from on hi^h; Lest, for want of thine assistance, E.v'ry plant should droop and die. El 162 2 Surely, once thy garden flourished, Ev'ry part look'd gay and green: Then thy word our spirits nourish'd, Happy seasons we have seen! But a drought has since succeeded, And a sad decline we see; Lord thy help is greatly needed, Kelp can only come from thee. 3 Where are those we counted leaders, Fill'd with zeal, and love, and truth? Old professors, tall as cedars, Bright examples to our youth! • Some, in whom we once delighted, We s-hall meet no more below, Some, alas! we fear are blighted, Scarce a single lief they show. 4 Younger plants — ^^the sight how pleas- ant, Covered thick with blossoms stood; But they cause us grief v.i present, F'ost has nipp'd them in their bud! Dearest Saviour, hasten hither, Thou canst make them bloom again; Oh, permit them not to wither, L«t not all oup hopes bo vaia! 163 5 Let our mutual love be fervent, Make us prevalent in pray'rs; Let each one esteem 'd thy servant, Shun the world's l)evvitching snares: Break the tempter's fatal power, Turn the stony heart to flesh; And begin from tiiis good hour, To revive thy work afresh. HYMN 120. P. M. 1 Jesus to every willing mind. Opens a heavenly treasure; In him the sons of sorrow find Sources of real plear?urc; See what emplovments men pursue; Then you will own my words are true, Jesus alone unfolds to view Sources of real pleasure. 2 Poor are the joys that fool«> esteem, Fading and transitory: Mirth is as fleeting as a dream, Or a delusive storv: Luxury leaves a sting behind, Wounding the body and the mind; Only in Jesus can we find Pleasure aad solid glory. F2 164 3 Lcariffng, th^t boasting, glitteilug thing, Scaiceiy is worth possessing, Riches forever on (lie wing, ' Scarce can be call'd a blessing; Fanne like a shadow flies away, Titles and dignities decay, Naught but religion can display Joys that are freed from trouble. 4 Beauty with all its gaudy show, Is but a painted bubble; Short are the triumphs wit bestow, Full of deceit and trouble; Sensual pleasures swell desire, Just as the fuel feeds the fire; Religion can real bliss inspire. Bliss that is worth possessing. HYMN. 121. 5s. & lis. Crucifixion to the world. 1 O tell me no more Of this world's vain store! The time for such trifles with rae now vi 166 2 A country I've found, Where true joys abound; To dwell Vm determin'd on that happy ground. 3 The souls that believe, In paradise live*; And me in that number will Jesus re- ceive. 4 Tvly soul, don't delay, He calls ihee away; Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day. 5 No mortal doth know n 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 Jesut! hath lov'd me I cannot say why. 7 And now I'm in care, My neighbors may share These blessings, to seek them will aona of vou dar»? 166 8 In bondage, O why! And death, will you lie, When one here assures you free grace is so nigh? HYMN 122. C. M. 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 fuHii hie word. 2 When each can feel his brother's sigh. And wit'i 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! 4 Let love in one delightful stream, Through ev'ry bosom flow; And union sweet, and dear esteem, la every action glow. 167 5 Love i3 the golden chain that binds The happy souls above; And he's an heir of heaven who finds His bosom glow with love. HYMN 123. L. M. 1 'Tis hard, when we are sick and poor, And tliey who lov'd us, love no more — When riches, friends, and health are gone. To say, " O Lord! thy will be done," 2 'Tis hard, when thev in dealh are laid, O'er whom we watch'd, and wept, and pray'd; The wife — (he 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'nin'g stream are none, To say, " O Lord! thy will be done." 4 And yet how light such sorrows be, To his in dark Gethsernaae, r4 163 Who drank the cup with stifled groan, And said, "O Lord! thy will be done." HYMN 124. P. M. The exiles of Eden. 1 There fell from God's favor two exiles of Eden, The.y wandered thro' deserts ol sorrow and pain, They were baiiish'd from paradise the place of llieir freedom, And we'their posterity are apt to complain; O never again in the green shady bovyurs, Where our fiist parents dwelt shall we spend the sweet hours, Nor taste of the fruit, nor smell of the flowers. Nor sound to the number of Eden again. 2 O sad is our fate, cry these heart wand'ring strangers. The brutal creation more happy than we. Surrounded with troubles, temptations and dan- gers, If God had been just, cojld such evils e'er be? Hush all these complaints, let us mend our be- haviour; We need not go mourning in exile forever, If we but repent and believe in the Saviour, Who died to redeem us and lives to restore. 169 8 His character is loTely, it shines forth Witb splendor. He invites our attention to joys most sublime; He's moved with compassion, his heart is most lender, His Blood has atoned for the world of mankind. Come all ye despondent with hearts now relent- - ing. ;^ Convicted, condemned, with sorrow repenting/ Come just as ^you are with your souls all con- senting, Accept of salvation in Jesus' name. 4 Come all ye fond youth that are doting on beauty, Who revel in ball-rooms and gamble by night, Yet strangers to happiness, neglectors of duty, In Jesus 1 find a superior delight; His voice is sweet music, his person endearing, To my spirit the wine of his kingdom is cheer- ing; My heart it is leaping, my soul persevering, ^ My saviour, my Suitor, my partner in love. 5 He offers you pardon, he waits to embrace you; Here's pleasure forever, come follow the Lamb; Religion's a calling that will not dii^gt-ace you, An honor from heaveo, arising to faiijc. Come all ye ambitious, who rise I5y gradation* ^vation'f the glorj of every nation ; £A 170 Come now and receive it, and take yonr high station, In heaven be crowned on Jesus' throne. 6 Come all ye vain tiplers, who often got heady, Who sup at the tavern and lodge in the street. You reel on a prjcipice, you ought to be ste;idy. Or soon you will tumble and fall in the deep. Where liquids are plenty and you'll not be crav- ing, Where devils torment and the damned are rav- i'lg? Where billows of justice and vengeance are wav- ing, O'erwhelming your souls in the torments of hell. 7 Come, all ye poor misers who 're rich in your coffers, I doubt much if ever you lib'ral will be, Except ye repent and take Christ at his offer; Your treasure 'tis useless when death turns the key: You've ground down the poor to accumulate riches. Such impious conduct your character impeaches. The root of all evil your spirit bewitches. To niake life pernicious and die in contempt. 8 Come all ye proud Deists, who boast of your reason. Who wUl not believe whatyoa eau't eomprek9£4' I'71 Come, meet yonr opponent, let's argue a season. And see liow tiie contest will turn in the end, Yoirve erected a b:.bel, come now and defend it; Cofiiptehend your existence (ir else not pretend it, Here rise.s a mountain yon cannot ascend it; You're swauiped m the valley, or lost in despair. 9 Come all ye bold Atheists, who glory in error, Deny the true God and pay homage to chance; Be true with conviction, -tnd tre.hble with terror. Or you on to ruin do swiftly advance: Ey chance there's a God and by chance there'a a Saviour, By chancii there's a hell and you'll heir it for- e\ er; By chance there's a heav'n for each true believer. By chance there are angels and cherubs above. 10 The church of the first borne to bliss h;ive attained Tho' once they wore exiles that wander'd in lime. Eternity's before them, the rnyst'ry's explained; The glories of heaven unfolding in prime: Again they're restored to the most pleasing bow- ' ers ; In the presence of Gcd now they spend their swei.'t hours; Their souls are enraptur'd withheav'nly powea"*. To vfifi the sweet &atham« of Eden regain'd. 172 HYMN 125. 89. & 7*. Prayer meeting. 1 Christian worship how inviting Is the SQcia! praying hand, Hai)py concert thrice delighting, Bound to Canaan's holy land. 2 See how joyful they assemble, At the consecrated hqur, How they Heaven's host re^emble^ While they God Most High adore. 3 See them in sweet concert moYing, Each their humble part fulfil, 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 NoSv they rise in hvinns symphonipus All as one their spirits riee; Sweep the golden harps harmonious, ^UAg b^ sfirai^hs ia the skx^A. 173 6 Now tbej pour out fervent prayer, Plead the all-atoning blood, Father, Son, and Spirit's there, 'Tis in truth the house of Go4. HYMN 126. lis. St 123. Thehower.of Prayer. 1 To leave my, dear friends, and with neighbor* to part, And go from my lov'd home, afflicts not my heart, Like the rhonght of absenting myself for a day, From that blest retreat where I've chosen U pray. 2 D-iar bower, where the pin© and the poplar have &p:ead, And woven their branches, a roof o'er my head, Ko-vv oft have 1 knelt on the evergreen there. And poured out my soul to my Saviour m pray- er. 3 The earlv shrill notes of the lov'd mghtrngala Th.t dwelt'in the bower, \ observed as my bell. To call me to duty, while birds in the air ^uqg acthama of 'pralsea, as 1 weat to prayer. 174 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 I tasted in answer to prayer. 5 For Jesus my Saviour oft deigned to meet, And bless, with hi:J presence, my humble re- treat! Oft fiii* nje with rap'ure and blessedness there. And gare me a fjretastc of heaven in prayer. 6 Denr bower, I must leave you, and bid you adieu. And pay my devotions in pnrts that are new; I know my dear Saviour resides every where. And can in all places give answer to prayer. HYMN 127. L. M. 1 Away my doubts, bcgore my fear, The woMclers of the liOid a[)pear, The wonders that my Saviour wrought, how delighlful is the thought; 2 The wonders of redeeming love, ^Viicn first my heart wc^s drawn a hove; vVhea first i savv my Saviour's face, And triumph 'd in his pard'aing grace. 176 3 Pursue, my thought., this pleasing theme, , 2nd shfu be marvelous ,a my eyes. . T „ hv\ I mouvn'd like one forgot, L'^rifar.nv soul for comrort sought; TeVs was witness to my teats, A.:rJesus sweetly calm'd my fears. 5 He cleans'd my soul he chai=g'd. my And tlothed me with his r.ph.eou.ness He spake at once n,y sins lovg.ven, Andlrojo-icedasifmheaveu. 6 How was I struck with sweet sur- nrise. While -lory shone before my eyes. PowdrdlsinglVomdaytoday, A^LvishMtoVrng my soul away! 7 The world with all its pomp wltl>drew 'Twas less than nothing m my van , PeVe .ming grace was all my theme, Sd iifo appeared «, idle^^ream. 8 The powers of- hell in vain combtn'd To tempt or interrupt my mind; I saw and sung in joyful strains, The monster Satan held in chains. 9 These are the wonders I record, The marvelous goodness of the Lord; for a tongue to speak his praise, To tell the triumphs of his grace! HYMN 123. C. M. At the meeiing of christians. 1 Wei! met dear friends, in Jesus' name, Come, let us now- rejoice, While we our Saviour's praiee proclaim, With cheerful hearts and voice. 2 But O! >dear Jesus, Lamb of God, Send down tiie heav'nly ^"ov.e, His graces to diffuse abroad, To warm our hearts with love. S In vain, dear Saviour, here we meet, ■ Except thy face we see; tThy presence makes a heav'n most \ sweet, ': Wh«a«'ei vre meet with the«. 177 4 A dungeon shows a heav'nlj dawn, . When there with thee we dwell, But when thy presence is withdrawn, A palace proves a,' hell. 5 Then O! dear Jesns 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; For vve;have tasted heav'n to-day, Nor could we more contain." HYMN 129. .5s. 6s. & lU. 1 'Tis pleasant to sing The sweet praises of our King, As here in this valley of sorrows wo move; 'Twill be pleasnnter still, ' When we stand on the hill, And give thanks to our Saviour, ©ur Master, above. 178 2 'Tis sweet to recline On thy !>osom divine, And exi)erience the comforts peculiar to thine; While born from above, And upheld by thy love, With singing and triumph to Zion we move, 3 On Canaan's fiiir land We shortly shall stand With crowns on our heads, and with harps in our hands; Our harps shall be tun'd, The Lamb shall be crown'd, Salvation to Jesus through heaven, shall resound. HYMN 150. C. M. The hour of prayer. 1 If there's a time completely blest, Abstract fron) worldly care, Wherein (he soul may sweetly rest, It is the hour of prayer. 179 2 If there's a time when we can tread The world with every snare Beneath our feet and think thea:^ dead, it is the hour ofprajer. . ' 3 If there's a tinfie the soul may rise Above the vale despair, And view its God with sweet sur- prise, 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 i\eep dispair, 'Tis when he sees the Christian kneel, Within the " bower of 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. 18a HYMN 131. C. M. Met for social icorsh'.p. 1 Here in thy presence, gracious God, We've met to seek thy face; O let us feel th' eternal vvord, And feast upon thy gVace. 2 O may this be a happy hour, To ev'ry mourning soul;' Display thy love, make known thy pow- er, ^ And make the wounded whole, 3 O may a spark of heavenly fire, Each stupid soul inflame, And sacred l6ve our tongues inspire. To praise thy worthy name. , 4 Let ev'ry soul the Saviour see, And taste his love divine; And ev''vy heart fjrever be United, Lord with thine. 181 HYMN 135. 7s. The sunrise prayer raceiing. 1 Haste, the day dawns, haste away; Join the band that loves to pray, Sweet it is, and blesL employ, Full of comfort, rich in joy.. 2 Haste, before the sun's full ray. Bids the twilight flee away; , Haste, and seek the Saviour's face, Share his love, and feci 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 [)Iaints; Deigns to hear the humblest "froan, All our griefs he makes his own. 5 O, then rise and haste away, And with prayer begin the day; Let it float in every breath, Sweet in life, the calm of deatk. 182 6 Soon the voice of prayer shall die, In the rapturous song on hi(:li; We shall shout on Canaan's shore, Hallelujah, evermore. HYMN 133. 7s. St 6s. Mai. iv. 2. 1 Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings. It is the sun that rises, With healing in his wings: When cotnf'orts are declining, He grants the soul aj^ain A season of clear shining To cheer it auer rain. 2 In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new: Set free from j)resent sorrow, Vve cheerfully can say, Let the unknown to-morrow Bring with it what it may. 183 3 It can bring with it nothing, But he will bear us through, — Who gives the lilies clothing, \¥u\ 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 liocks nor herds be there; Yet God the same abiding, , His praise shall tune my voice; For while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice. HYMN 134. C. M. Happij 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, Ol by faith 1 seo 194 The land of rest, the saint's delight, - , The heaven preparM for me. 2 O what a blessed hope is ours! While here on earth we stay, • We more than taste the heav'nly pow ers, And antedate that day; We feel tlie resurrection near, ' Our life in Christ conceal 'd, And with his glorious presence here Our earthen vessels fill'd. 3 O would he more of heaven besto^! And let the vessel break; And let our ransom'd spirts go, To grasp the G