Revivai Hymns. Ki- B. Earle. B O 3 T O N : JAMES H. EARLE, \HVL L. #46 do 5 -^ I J" ^ t ^ I ■ l- 1 _Q I REVIVAL HYMNS COMPILED BY REV. A. B. EARLE, REVISED EDITION. BOSTON : No. 11 CORNHILL. 1874:. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873, BY JAMES H. EARLE, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Wasnington, I). C. Stereotyped at the Boston Stereotype Foundry, No. 19 Spring Lane. PREFACE TO THE EEVISED EDITION. The Hymns in this work are those which are sought and used in times of religious in- terest. The compiler long felt the need of a small collection of such hymns ; so cheap that all could have them, and so familiar all could sing them ; and for that reason prepared the original work. In this revised edition, some hymns have given place to others that seem to be of more value and power. Some of the best tunes adapted to such a work, have been added, — and the book made more convenient in size. With the desire that God would greatly bless its use, the work is re-dedicated to all whose prayer is, " O Lord, revive thy work ! " A. B. Eaele. Newton, Mass., November, 1872. REVIVAL HYMNS- 8s, 7s, 4s. Saviour, visit thy plantation ; Grant iis, Lord, a gracious rain ; All will come to desolation Unless thou return again. Lord, revive us ! All our help must come from thee. Some in whom we once delighted, We shall meet no more below ; Some, alas ! we fear are blighted ; Scarce a single leaf they show. Lord, revive us ! All our help must come from thee. Dearest Saviour, hasten hither ; Thou canst make them bloom again ; Oh, permit them not to wither; Let not all our hopes be vain. Lord, revive us ! All our help must come from thee. 5 2 CM. Tune, «IdoBeUeve» 1 Can any say, I do believe On God's beloved Son, And trust my soul's salvation on What he in love hath done? Chokus. — Yes, I can say, I do believe On God's beloved Son, And trust my soul's salvation on What he in love hath done? 2 Can any say, my soul is saved From judgment, death, and hell ; That Christ is mine ; that I ere long With him above shall dwell? Cho. — Yes, I can say, my soul is saved, &c. 3 Can any say, my heart is fixed, Nor longer wants to roam 'Mid scenes of vice and vanity, Where peace can never come ? Cho. — Yes, I can say my heart is fixed, &c. 3 CM. 1 All that I luas — my sin, my guilt, My death — was all my own : All that I am^ I owe to thee, My gracious God, alone. 2 All that I am, e'en here on earth, All that I hope to be When Jesus comes, and glory dawns, I owe it, Lord, to thee. 6 A Tune, " Depth of Mercy.'* 1 Depth of mercy ! can there be Mercy still reserved for me ? Can my God his wrath forbear, Me, the chief of sinners, spare? Chorus. — God is love ! I know, I feel ; Jesus weeps, and loves me still ; Jesus weeps, he weeps, and loves me still. 2 Now incline me to repent ; Let me now my sins lament ; Now my foul revolt deplore. Weep, believe, and sin no more. Cho. — God is love ! I know, I feel ; &c. 5 lis. 1 I LOVE thee, I love thee, I love thee, my Lord ; I love thee, my Saviour, I love thee, my God ; I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dost know ; Bat how nuich I love thee I never can show. 2 I'm happy, I'm happy, oh, wondrous account ! My joys are immortal ; I stand on the mount ! I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there, With Jesus and angels, my kindred so dear. 3 O Jesus, my Saviour, with thee I am blest ! My life and salvation, my joy and my rest ! Thy name be my theme, and thy love be my song ; Thy grace shall inspire both my heart and my 6 L.M. 1 Show pity, Lord ; O Lord, forgive ; Let a repenting rebel live : Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee ? 2 My crimes, though great, cannot surpass The power and glory of thy grace ; Great God, thy nature hath no bound : So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 My lips, vv^ith shame, my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace ; Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned, but thou art clear. 4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord ! Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. 7 8s & 7s. Tune, " Fount." 1 Jesus sought me when a stranger. Wandering from the fold of God ; He, to save my soul from danger, Interposed his precious blood. Chorus. — I love Jesus ; he's my Saviour ; I love Jesus, yes I do ; I love Jesus ; he's my Saviour ; Jesus smiles and loves me to. 2 Oh, to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be ! Let thy grace, Lord, like a fetter. Bind my wandering heart to thee ! § 8s & 6s. Tune, " Garden Hymn.»» 1 The Lord into his garden comes, £• The spices yield their rich perfumes, The lilies grow and thrive ; Refresliing showers of grace divine From Jesus flow to every vine, Which make the dead revive. 2 Oh, that this dry and barren ground In springs of water may abound, A fruitful soil become ; The desert blossoms as the rose, While Jesus conquers all his foes, And makes his people one. 3 Amen, amen, my soul replies, Tm bound to meet you in the skies. And claim my mansion there ; Now here's my heart, and here's my hand, To meet you in that heavenly land, Where we shall part no more. 9 s. M. 1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep. And shall our cheeks be dry ? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. 2 The Son of God in tears The wondering angels see ; Be thou astonished, oh, my soul I He shed those tears for thee. 9 10 L. M. 1 There is a land mine eye hath seen, In visions of enraptured thought, So bright that all which spreads between Is with its radiant glory fraught ; 2 A land upon whose blissful shore There rests no shadow, falls no stain ; There those who meet shall part no more, And those long parted meet again. 3 Its skies are not like earthly skies, With varying hues of shade and light ; It hath no need of suns to rise, To dissipate the gloom of night. 4 There sweeps no desolating wind Across that calm, serene abode ; The wanderer there a home may find, AVithin the Paradise of God. 11 C. M. 1 Spirit of truth, oh, let me know The love of Christ to me ; Its conquering, quickening power bestow, To set me wholly free. 2 I long to know the depth and height. To scan its breadth and length ; Drink in its ocean of delight. And triumph in its strength. 3 It is thine office to reveal My Saviour's wondrous love ; Oh, deepen on my heart thy seal, And bless me from above. 10 J 2 CM. Tune, " I do Believe." 1 There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. Chorus. — I do believe, I now believe, That Jesus died for me ; And through his blood, his precious blood, 1 shall from sin be free. 2 Dear, dying Lamb ! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 3 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Kedeeming love has been my theme. And shall be till I die. 13 c. M. 1 Salvation ! oh, the joyful sound ! 'Tis pleasure to our ears, A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin. At hell's dark door we lay ; But we arise, by grace divine. To see a heavenly day. 3 Salvation ! let the echo fly The spacious earth around. While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. 14 C. M. 1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie. 2 Oh, the transporting, rapturous scene, That rises to my sight ! Sweet fields arrayed in living green. And rivers of delight. 3 No chilling winds, nor poisonous breath. Can reach that healthful shore ; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death. Are felt and feared no more. 4 When shall I reach that happy place, And be forever blest ? When shall I see my Father's face. And in his bosom rest ? J 5 , TuwE, «' Even Me.»» 1 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing Thou art scattering full and free ; Showers the thirsty land refreshing ; Let some droppings fall on me ! Chorus. — Even me, even me ! Let some droppings fall on me ! 2 Pass me not, O gracious Saviour ! Let me live and cliug to thee ; For I'm longing for thy favor ; Whilst thou art calling, oh, call me ! Cho. — Even me, even me ! Whilst thou art calling, oh, call me ! 12 7s. 1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee ! Let the water and the blood, From thy wounded side that flowed, Be of sin the perfect cure ; Save me Lord, and make me pure. 2 Should my tears forever flow. Should my zeal no languor know, This for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and thou alone : In my hand no price I bring. Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyelids close in death. When I rise to worlds unknown. And behold thee on thy throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee. L.M. 1 Behold a stranger at the door ! He gently knocks — has knocked before ; Has waited long — is waiting still ; You treat no other friend so ill. 2 Admit him, ere his anger burn — His feet, departed, ne'er return ; Admit him, or the hour's at hand You'll at HIS DOOR rejected stand. 13 18 L.M. 1 Just as I am, without one plea But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidst me come to thee, — O Lamb of God, I come, I come. 2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,*" O Lamb of God, I come, I come. 3 Just as I am, thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, Because thy promise I believe, — O Lamb of God, I come, I come. 4 Just as I am, thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down ; Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, — O Lamb of God, I come, I come. 19 CM. 1 Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing My dear Redeemer's praise ! The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace. 2 Jesus, the name that calms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears ; 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 3 He breaks the power of reigning sin ; He sets the prisoner free : His blood can make the foulest clean ; His blood availed for me. (J Tune, " Gather at the River.'* 1 Shall we gather at the river Where bright angel feet have trod, With its crystal tide forever Flowing by the throne of God ? Chorus. — Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river, Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God. 2 On the margin of the river, Dashing up its silver spray. We will walk and worship ever. All the happy, golden day. 3 Ere we reach the shining river, Lay we every burden down ; Grace our spirits will deliver, And provide a robe and crown. 4 Soon we'll reach the silver river. Soon our pilgrimage will cease ; Soon our happy hearts will quiver With the melody of peace. 1 c. M. 1 In all my Lord's appointed ways, My journey I'll pursue ; " Hinder me not," ye much-loved saints, For I must go with you. 2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead, I'll follow where he goes : " Hinder me not," shall be my cry, Though earth and hell oppose. 15 3 Through duties, and through trials, too, I'll go at his command ; " Hinder me not," for I am bound To my Immauuel's land. 4 And, when my Saviour calls me home, Still this my cry shall be, — " Hinder me not ; " come, welcome death ; I'll gladly go with thee. 22 I^' ^' Tune, " Happy day." 1 O, HAPPY day, that fixed my choice On thee, my Saviour, and my God ; Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad. Chorus. — Happy day, happy day, &c. 2 'Tis done — the great transaction's done : I am my Lord's, and he is mine ; He drew me, and I followed on. Rejoiced to own the call divine. Cho. — Happy day, happy day, &c. 3 Now rest, my long-divided heart, Fixed on this blissful centre, rest ; Here have I found a nobler part. Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast. Cho. — Happy day, happy day, &c. 4 High heaven, that hears the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear ; Till in life's latest hour I bow. And bless in death a bond so dear. Cho. — Happy day, happy day, &c. 16 8s & 7s. 1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above ; Praise the mount — I'm fixed upon itj Mount of God's unchanging love. 2 Here I'll raise my Ebenezer ; Hither by thy help I'm come ; And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger. Wandering from the fold of God ; He, to save my soul from danger. Interposed his precious blood. 3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be ! Let that grace. Lord, like a fetter. Bind my wandering heart to thee ! Prone to wander. Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love : Here's my heart ; Oh, take and seal it j Seal it from thy courts above. CM. 1 Jerusalem, my happy home. Name ever dear to me. When shall my labors have an end In joy and peace and thee ? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built wallb And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold ? 3 Oh, when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up, And Sabbaths have no end ? 4 Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labors have an end. When I thy joys shall see. 25 c. M. 1 Behold, I come with joy to do The Master's blessed will ; My Lord in outward works pursue, And serve his pleasure still. 2 Rejoicing in my Lord's commands, I choose the better part, And serve with careful, busy hands. But peaceful, resting heart. 3 Oh, that the world the art might know Of living thus to thee, And find their heaven begun below. And here thy glory see. 4 Walking in all the works prepared To exercise their grace ; They gain at last their full reward, And see thy glorious face. 18 26 L. M. 1 Eternity is just at liand ! And shall we waste our ebbing sand, And careless view departing day, And throw this inch of time away ? 2 For all an endless state there is . Of woe extreme, or perfect bliss ; And swift as time fulfills its round, We to that final doom are bound. 3 What countless millions of mankind Have left this fleeting world behind ! All gone ! — but where ? Ah, pause and see Gone to a long eternity ! 4 Sinner ! canst thou forever dwell Amid the fiery deeps of hell? Has death no warning sound for thee ? Oh, turn, and to the Saviour flee. 27 C. M. 1 All hail the power of Jesus* name : Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall. Go spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. 3 Oh, that, with yonder sacred throng. We at his feet may fall ! We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all. 19 28 6s & 4:S. Tune, " Bethany, 1 Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee ! Nearer to thee ! 2 There let my way appear Steps unto heaven ; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given ; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 Then with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise ; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 4 And when on joyful wing Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly ; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee I 20 29 P- M. 1 Oh, what shall I do to be saved ? Will you tell me, ye saints of the Lord? For long have I sought it with tears ; But my weeping no rest can afford. Cho. — Oh, I've sought it, I've sought it before, But I've sought it, I've sought it in vain ; Yet I'll seek it, I'll seek it once more, Firmly hoping salvation to gain. 2 Lord, what wilt thou have me to do ? For my soul dies in anguish and pain ! Men and brethren, my last look to you, — Hell beneath moves my soul soon to gain. 3 " Believe and repent," saith the Lord ; " Submit you to Christ," say the saints ; " 'Twas thus," says the convert, " I found Salvation from all my complaints." 30 C. p. M. Tune, "Ariel/* 1 Oh, could I speak the matchless worth, Oh, could I sound the glories forth Which in my Saviour shine, I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, And vie with Gabriel, while he sings, In notes almost divine ! 2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt Of sin and wrath divine : I'd sing his glorious righteousness, In which all perfect, heavenly dress My soul shall ever shine. 81 3 I'd sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears, Exalted on his throne : In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all his glories known. 4 Well, the delightful day will come. When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see his face ; Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity I'll spend. Triumphant in his grace. 31 L. M. 1 Jesus, and shall it ever be, ■— A mortal man ashamed of thee I Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, , Whose glories shine through endless days 2 Ashamed of Jesus ! — that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend I No ! when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name. 3 Ashamed of Jesus ! — yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away^ No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 4 Till then, — nor is my boasting vain — Till then I boast a Saviour slain ; And, oh, may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me. 22 32 . L M. 1 Stat, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done thee such despite ; Cast not a sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2 Though I have most unfaithful been Of all who e'er thy grace received, Ten thousand times thy goodness seen. Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved. 3 Yet, oh, the chief of sinners spare, In honor of my great High Priest ; Nor, in thy righteous anger, swear I shall not see thy people's rest. 4 My weary soul, O God, release ; Uphold me with thy gracious hand ; Oh, guide me into perfect peace. And bring me to the promised land. 33 6s & Ss. 1 Arise, my soul, arise ; Shake off thy guilty fears ; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears : Before the throne my Surety ^tands ; My name is written on his hands. 2 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Received on Calvary ; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly plead for me : Forgive him, oh, forgive, they cry, Nor let that ransomed sinner die. 23 3 The Father hears him pray, His dear anointed One : He can not turn away The presence of his Son : His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 4 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. 34 L. M. 1 This is the way I long have sought. And mourned because I found it not ; My grief, my burden long has been, Because I could not cease from sin. 2 The more I strove against its power, I sinned and stumbled but the more ; Till late I heard my Saviour say, " Come hither, soul ; I am the way." 3 Lo ! glad I come ; and thou, blest Lamb, Wilt take me to thee as I am ; Nothing but sin I thee can give. Nothing but love shall I receive. 4 Then will I tell to sinners round What a dear Saviour I have found ; I'll point to thy redeeming blood. And say, " Behold the way to God." 21 3q Tune, " Shall we know each other there.'* 1 When we hear the music ringing In the bright celestial dome, When sweet angel voices singing Gladly bid us welcome home, To the land of ancient story, Where the spirit knows no care ; In that land of light and glory. Shall we know each other there? Chorus. — Shall we know each other? Shall we know each other? Shall we know each other? Shall we know each other there? 2 When the holy angels meet us, As we go to join their band ; Shall we know the friends that greet us In the glorious spirit-land ? Shall we see the same eyes shining On us as in days of yore ? Shall we feel their dear arms twining Fondly round us as before ? 36 s. M. 1 Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known : Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banislied from the place ; Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less. 3 If those refuse to sing, That never knew our God, The favorites of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. 4 The men of grace have found Glory begun below : ■ Celestial fruit on earthly ground " From faith and hope may grow. 5 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry : We're marching through Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. 37 C. M. 1 Oh, for a closer walk with God ; A calm and heavenly frame ; A light to shine upon the road, That leads me to the Lamb ! 2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word? 3 Return, holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ; I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 4 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be. Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee. 26 38 8s & 4s. Tune, « Oh, bow he loves 1 1 There's a Friend above all others, Oh, how he loves ! His is love beyond a brother's, Oh, how he loves ! Earthly friends may fail and leave us, This day kind, to-morrow grieve us. But this Frieiad will ne'er deceive us : Oh, how he loves ! 2 Blessed Jesus, wouldst thou know him? Oh, how he loves ! Give thyself e'en this day to him. Oh, how he loves ! Is it sin that pains and grieves thee, Unbelief and trials tease thee, Jesus can from all release thee : Oh, how he loves ! 3 All thy sins shall be forgiven. Oh, how he loves ! Backward all thy foes be driven, Oh, how he loves ! Best of blessings he'll provide thee, Naught but good shall e'er betide thee, Safe to glory he will guide thee : Oh, how he loves ! 39 CM. 1 I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, *' Come unto me and rest : Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon my breast." 2 I came to Jesus as I was, "Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in him a resting-place, And he has made me glad. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " Behold, I freely give . The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink and live." 4 I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream ; My thirst was quenched, my soul relieved, And now I live in him. 40 . 10s. 1 Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move. Bound to the land of bright spirits above ; Jesus our Saviour in mercy says, " Come," Joyfully, joyfully haste to your home. Soon will our pilgrimage end here below, Soon to the presence of God we shall go ; Then, if to Jesus our hearts have been given, Joyfully, joyfully, rest we in heaven. 2 Friends, fondly cherished, have passed on before ; Waiting, they watch me approaching that shore ; Singing, to cheer me through death's chilling gloom, Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home. Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear ; Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear ; Rings with the harmony heaven's high dome. Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home. 28 41 Tune, " I love to tell the story." 1 I LOVE to tell the story Of unseen things above, Of Jesus and his glory, Of Jesus and his love. I love to tell the story, Because I know it's true ; It satisfies my longings As nothing else would do. Chorus. — I love to tell the story, 'Twill be my theme in glory, To tell the old, old story. Of Jesus and his love. 2 I love to tell the story ; More wonderful it seems, Than all the golden fancies Of all our golden dreams. I love to tell the story, It did so much for me ! And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee. Cho. — I love to tell the story, &c. 3 I love to tell the story ; 'Tis pleasant to repeat What seems, each time I tell it, More wonderfully sweet. I love to tell the story. For some have never heard The message of salvation. From God's own holy word. Cho. — I love to tell the story, &c. 29 42 lis. 1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled I 2 In every condition, in sickness, in liealth, In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealtli, At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, As thy day may demand, shall thy strength ever be. 3 Fear not, I am with thee; oh, be not dismayed; I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 4 When through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow ; For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 6 When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace all-suflScient shall be thy supply; The flame shall not hurt thee ; I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 6 E'en down to old age all my people shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love ; And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn. Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. 7 The soul that on Jesus doth lean for repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes ; That soul, though all liell should endeavor to shake, I'll never — no, never — no, never forsake. 30 A^ Tune, " Rest for the weary.'* 1 In the Christian's home in glory There remains a hind of rest ; There my Saviour's gone before me, To fultill my soul's request. Chorus. — There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you ; On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you. 2 He is fitting up a mansion, Which eternally shall stand ; For my stay shall not be transient In that holy, happy land. Cho. — There is rest for the weary, &c. 3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter ; Grief nor woe my lot shall share ; But in that celestial center I a crown of life shall wear, Cho. — There is rest for the weary, &c. ^^ Tune, " I'm a pilgrim."» 1 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger ; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night ; Do not detain me, for I am going To where the fountains are ever flowing. I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger ; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 2 There the glory is ever shining ; I am longing, I am longing for the sight ; Here in this country so dark and dreary, I have been wandering forlorn and weary. I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger ; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 3 There's the city to which I journey ; My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its light, There is no sorrow, nor any sighing. There is no sin there, nor any dying. I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger ; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 45 7s & 6s. Tune, " I want to be an angei; 1 We all must speak for Jesus, Who hath redemption wrought, Who gave us peace and pardon, Which by his blood he bought. We all must speak for Jesus, To show how much we owe To him who died to save us From death and endless woe. 2 We all must speak for Jesus, Where'er our lot may fall ; To brothers, sisters, neighbors, In cottage and in hall. We all must speak for Jesus ; The world in darkness lies ; With him against the mighty Together we must rise. 32 7s. Tune, " Spanish Hyma," 1 Jesus ! lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the raging billows roll. While the tempest still is high ; Hide me, O, my Saviour ! hide, Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide ; Oh, receive my soul at last ! 2 Other refuge have I none ; Hangs my helpless soul on thee I Leave, ah, leave me not alone ! Still support and comfort me ; All my trust on tliee is stayed ; All my help from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, Oh Christ, art all I want ; All and all in thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name, I am ail unrighteousness ; Vile, and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. S. M. 1 And canst thou, sinner, slight The call of love divine? Shall God with tenderness invite, And gain no thought of thine? 2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve The Sph'it from thy breast, Till he thy wretched soul shall leave With all thy sins oppressed ? 3 To-day, a pardoning God Will hear the suppliant pray : To-day, a Saviour's cleansing blooc" Will wash thy guilt away. 5 But grace so dearly bought, If yet thou wilt despise, Thy fearful doom, with sorrow fraught, Will fill thee with surprise. ^Q 7s. Tune, " Pleyel's Hymn." 1 Haste, O sinner ! now be wise ; Stay not for the morrow's sun ; Wisdom, if you still despise, Harder is it to be won. 2 Haste ! and mercy now implore ; Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest thy season should be o'er. Ere this evening's stage be run. 3 Haste, O sinner ! now return ; Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Haste, O sinner ! now be blest ; Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest perdition thee arrest, EiVe the morrow is begun. a4 49 C. M. 1 Yes, we part, but not forever ; Joyful hopes our bosoms swell ; They, who love the Saviour, never Know a long, a last farewell. CuORUS. — We'll stem the storm; it won't be long ; The heavenly port is nigh : We'll stem the storm ; it won't be long ; WVll anchor by and by. 2 Sweet this hour of benediction. When such unions come to mind, When each holy heart-conviction Tells of bliss for us designed. 3 What a morrow beams before us ! Brighter far than tongue can tell ! Gloriohs morrow to restore us Him with whom we long to dwell. ^Q Tune, " Jesus paid it all.** 1 Nothing, either great or small, Remaius for me to do ; Jesus died and paid it all, — Yes, all the debt I owe ; Chorus. — Jesus paid it all. All the debt I owe ; Jesus died, and paid it all, "Yes, all the debt I owe. 2 Till to Jesus* work you cling. Alone by simple faith ; " Doiug " is a deadly thing ; All '' doing" ends in death. ;i5 3 Cast your deadly " doing " down, Down, all at Jesus' feet ; Stand m him, in him alone, All glorious and complete. ^]_ CM. Tune, " Shining Shore.»» 1 My days are gliding swiftly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly, Those hours of toil and danger. ChOEUS. — For now we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friends are passing over ; And just before, the shining shore We may almost discover. 2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear. Our heavenly home discerning; Our absent Lord has left us word. Let every lamp be burning. 3 Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our siu^rino: ; That perfect rest naught can molest Where golden harps are ringing. 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow. Each chord on earth to sever, Our King says come, and there's our home ; For ever ! oh, for ever ! 52 C. M. 1 Still on the Lord thy burden roll, Nor let a care remain ; His mighty arm shall bear thy soul. And all thy griefs sustain. 2 Ne'er will the Lord his aid deny To those who trust his love ; And they who on his grace rely, Shall sing his praise above. 53 8s & 7s. 1 I WILL follow thee, my Saviour, Wheresoe'er my lot may be ; Where thou goest I v/ill follow, Yes, my Lord, I'll follow thee. Chorus. — I will follow thee, my Saviour; Thou didst shed thy blood for me ; And tho' all men should forsake thee, By thy grace I'll follow thee. 2 Though the road be rough and thorny, Trackless as the foaming sea, Thou hast trod this way before me. And I gladly follow thee. 3 Though I meet with tribulations. Sorely tempted though I be, I remember thou wast tempted. And rejoice to follow thee. 4 Though thou lead'st me through affliction. Poor, forsaken though I be. Thou wast destitute, afflicted. And I only follow thee. 5 Tliough to Jordan's rolling billows, Cold and deep, thou leadest me, Thou hast crossed its waves before me. And I still will follow thee. 37 Q/\i Tune, " Marching along." 1 The converts are gathering from near and from far ; The trumpet is sounding the call for the war ; The conflict is raging, 'twill be fearful and long ; We'll gird on our armor, and be marching along. Chorus.. Marching along, we are marching along, Gird on the armor and be marching along : The conflict is raging, 'twuU be fearful and long, Then gird on the armor and be marching along. 2 We've enlisted for life, and will camp on the field, With Christ as our Captain we never will yield ; The " sword of the ISpirit," both trusty and strong. We'll hold in our hands as we're marching along. 3 Through conflicts and trials our crowns we must win. For here we contend 'gainst temptation and sin ; But one thing assures us, we cannot go wa'ong, If trusting our Saviour while marching along. ^^ Tune, " Will you go ?» 1 We're travelling home to heaven above : AVill you go ? To sing the Saviour's dying love : Will you go ? Millions have reached that blest abode ; Anointed kings and priests to God ; And millions more are on the road : Will you go? 2 The way to heaven is straight and plain ; Will you go? Repent, believe, be born again : Will you go ? The Saviour cries aloud to thee, " Take up thy cross and follow me, And thou shalt my salvation see : " Will you go ? 3 O, could I hear some sinner say, '' I will go ; " O, could I hear him humbly pray, '•'• Make me go ; " And all his old companions tell, " I will not go with you to hell ; I long with Jesus Christ to dwell : Let me go." 56 L. M. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honor, praise, and glory given. By all on earth, and all in heaven. 57 8s & 7s. TUNE, "Shall we meet -^ 1 Shall we meet beyond the river, Where the surges cease to roll, Where in all the bright forever, Sorrow ne'er shall press the soul? 2 Shall we meet with many a loved one, That was torn from our embrace? Shall we listen to their voices, And behold them face to face ! 3 Shall we meet with Christ our Saviour, When he comes to claim his own ? Shall we know his blessed favor, And sit down upon his throne ? 58 7s. Tune, " Martyu." 1 Mahy to the Saviour's tomb Hasted at the early dawn ; Spice she brought, and rich perfume, But the Lord she loved had gone. For a while she lingering stood, Filled with sorrow and surprise. Trembling, while a crystal flood. Issued from her weeping eyes. 2 But her sorrows quickly fled When she heard his welcome voice ; Christ had risen from the dead ; Now he bids her heart rejoice. What a change his word can make. Turning darkness into day ! Ye who weep for Jesus' sake, He will wipe your tears away. 40 ^^ Tune, " Just uow," 1 Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now ; Just now come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now, 2 He will save you, &c. 3 Oh, believe him, &c. 4 He'll receive you, &c. 5 Flee to Jesus, &c. 6 He will hear you, &c. 7 He'll have mercy, &c. 8 He'll forgive you, &c. 9 He will cleanse you, &c. 10 Jesus loves you, &c. 60 L. M. 1 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone ; He whom I fix my hopes upon ; His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way, till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment, The king's highway of" holiness — I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought. And mourned because I found it not ; My grief and burden long have been Because I could not cease from sin. 41 Ql CM. Tune, " I do believe." 1 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die ? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ? Chorus. — Remember me, remember me ; O Lord, remember me ! Kemember all thy dying groans, And then remember me ! 2 Was it for crimes that I have done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity ! grace unknown I And love beyond degree ! Cho. — Remember me, &c. 3 But drops of tears can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe ; Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do ! Cho. — Remember me, &c. QQ 8s & 7s. Tune, " Disciple." 1 Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee ; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shalt be. Perish every fond ambition ; All I've sought, or hoped, or known ; Yet how rich is my condition ! God and heaven are still my own. 42 2 Let the world despise and leave me; They have left my Saviour too ; Human hearts and looks deceive me ; Thou art not, like them, untrue : And whilst thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might. Foes may hate, and friends disown me, — Show thy face, and all is bright. 3 Perish earthly fame and treasure ; Come disaster, scorn, and pain ; In thy service pain is pleasure ; With thy favor loss is gain : Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While thy love is left to me ; Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee. 53 CM. Tune, " MaitlandJ 1 Must Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free? No, there's a cross for every one, And there's a cross for me. 2 How happy are the saints above. Who once went sorro^ving here ! But now they taste unmingled love, And joy without a tear. 3 The consecrated cross I'll bear Till death shall set me free, And then go home my crown to wear, For there's a crown for me. 43 64 6s & 4s. 1 Fade, fade each earthly joy, Jesus is mine ! Break every tender tie, Jesus is mine ! Dark is the wilderness, Earth has no resting-place, Jesus alone can bless, Jesus is mine ! 2 Tempt not my soul away, Jesus is mine ! Here would I ever stay, Jesus is mine ! Perishing things of clay, Born but for one brief day, Pass from my heart away, Jesus is mine ! 3 Farewell, ye dreams of night, Jesus is mine ! Lost in this dawning light, Jesus is mine ! All that my soul has tried, Left but a dismal void, Jesus has satisfied, Jesus is mine ! 65 s. M. 1 Not all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain. 44 2 But Christ, the lieavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away ; A sacrifice of nobler name. And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand. And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree. And hopes her guilt was there. Q Q 7s. Tune, « Devotion." 1 Nay, I can not let thee go, Till a blessing thou bestow ; Do not turn away thy face ; Mine's an urgent, pressing case. Once a sinner, near despair. Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer : Mercy heard and set him free, — Lord, that mercy came to me. 2 Many years have passed since then, Many changes have I seen, Yet have been upheld till now, — Who could hold me up but thou? Nay, I must maintain my hold ; 'Tis thy goodness makes me bold I can no denial take When I plead for Jesus' sake. 45 ^ Y Tune, ' Happy land.*: 1 There is a happy land, Not far away, Where saiuts in glory stand. Bright, bright as day ; Oh, how they sweetly sing. Worthy is our Saviour King I Loud let his praises ring For evermore. 2 Come to this happy land, Come, come away ; Why will ye doubting stand? Why still delay? Oh, we shall happy be. When from sin and sorrow free, Lord, we shall live with thee, Blest evermore. 3 Bright in that happy land, Beams every eye ; Kept by a Father's hand, Love cannot die. Oh, then, to glory run ; Be a crown and kingdom won ; And bright above the sun, lleign evermore. 68 L. M. 1 Sat, sinner, hath a voice within 01 1 whispered to thy guilty soul, Ui'gcd thee to leave the ways of sin. And yield tli}^ heart to God's control? 2 Hath something met thee in the path Of worldliness and vanity, And pointed to the coming wrath, And warned thee from tiuit wrath to flee? 3 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice ; It was the Spirit's gracious call ; It bade thee make the better choice, And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 4 Spurn not the call to life and light ; Regard in time the warning kind ; That call thou mayst not always slight. And yet the gate ot" mercy tiud. 5 God's Spirit will not always strive With hardened, self-destroying man , Ye, who persist his love to grieve, May never hear his voice again. 6 Sinner, perhaps this very day Thy last accepted time may be ; Oh ! shouldst thou grieve him now away, Then hope may never beam on thee. 69 s. M. 1 A cnARGii; to keep I have, A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, And lit it for the sky. 2 To serve the present age, My callmg to fullili, Oh, may it all my powers engage, To do my Master's will. 47 3 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live ; And oh, thy servant, Lord, prepare, A strict account to give ! 4 Help me to watch and pray And on thyself rely, Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall forever die. 70 c. M. 1 Come, weary 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 *' I'll prostrate lie before his throne, And there my guilt confess ; I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone. Without his sovereign grace. 4 *^ Perhaps he will admit my plea, Perhaps will hear my prayer ; But, if I perish, I will pray, And perish only there. 5 " I can but perish if I go ; I am resolved to try ; For, if I stay away, I know I -must forever die." 48 71 C. M. 1 There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides That heavenly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green ; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between. 4 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. 72 'Tis religion that can give, In the light, in the light : Sweetest pleasure while we live. In the light of God. 'Tis religion must supply, . In the light, in the light : Solid comfort when we die. In the light of God. Chorus. — Let us walk in the light, Walk in the light : Let us walk in the light. In the light of God. 4 i9 2 After death its joys shall be. In the light, in the light : Lasting as eternity, In the light of God. Be the living God my friend^ In the light, in the light : Then my bliss shall never end, In the light of God. Cho. — Let us walk, &c. 73 8s, 7s, & 4s. 1 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, Weak and wounded, sick and sore ; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love, and power : He is able. He is willing ; doubt no more. 2 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, 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 3 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden. Bruised and mangled by the fall ; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all ; Not the righteous, — Sinners, Jesus came to call. 50 Y^ Tune, " Homeward bound." 1 Out on an ocean all boundless we ride, We're homeward bound ; Tossed on the waves of a rough, restless tide, We're homeward bound : Far from the safe, quiet harbor we've rode. Seeking our Father's celestial abode, Promise of which on us each he bestowed, We're homeward bound. 2 We'll tell the world, as we journey along. We're homeward bound ; Try to persuade them to enter our throng ; We're homeward bound : Come, trembling sinner, forlorn and oppressed, Join in our number, oh, come and be blest ; Journey with us to the mansions of rest ; We're homeward bound. 3 Into the harbor of heaven now we glide, We're home at last ; Softly we drift on its bright silver tide, We're home at last : Glory to God, all our dangers are o'er ; We stand secure on the glorified shore ; Glory to God, we will shout evermore ; We're home at last. 75 C. M. 1 Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? 2 Must I be carried to the skies - On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord : I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. YQ 8s & 7s. Tune, " Shining shore." 1 There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven, The name, before his wondrous birth. To Christ, the Saviour, given. Chorus. — We love to sing around our King, And hail him blessed Jesus ; For there's no word ear ever heard So dear, so sweet, as Jesus. 2 And when he hung upon the tree. They wrote this name above him. That all might see the reason we Forevermore must love him. 3 So now upon his Father's throne, Almighty to release us From sin and pains, he gladly reigns. The Prince and Saviour, Jesus. 77 C. M. 1 Father, I stretch my hands to thee , No other help I know : If thou withdraw thyself from me, Ah, whither shall I go? 2 Author of faith ! to thee I lift My weary, longing eyes : Oh, let me now receive that gift ; My soul without it dies. 3 Surely, thou canst not let me die ; Oh, speak, and I shall live ; And here I will unwearied lie, Till thou thy Spirit give. 4 Hgw would ray fainting soul rejoice Could I but see thy face ; Now let me help thy quickening voic6, And taste thy pardoning grace. 78 c. M. 1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, Or to defend his cause ; Maintain the honor of his word, The glory of his cross. 2 Jesus, my God, I know his name, — His name is all my trust ; Nor will he put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost. 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure What I've committed to his hands, Till the deci'^dve hour. 53 4 Then will he own my worthless name Before his Father's face, And in the new Jerusalem Appoint my soul a place. 79 s. M. 1 I WAS a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold ; I did not love my Father's voice, I would not be controlled ; I was a wayward child, I did not love my home ; I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I loved afar to roam. 2 The Shepherd sought his sheep. The Father sought his child ; They followed me o'er vale and hill, O'er deserts, waste and wild ; They found me nigh to death, Famished, and faint, and lone ; They bound me with the bands of love, They saved the wandering one. 3 Jesus my Shepherd is ; 'Twas he that loved my soul ; 'Twas he that washed me in his blood ; 'Twas he that made me Avhole : No more a wandering sheep, I love to be controlled ; I love my tender Shepherd's voice, I love the peaceful fold. 61 80 C. P. M. 1 When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come To call thy ransomed people home, Shall I among them stand? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at thy right hand? 2 I love to meet among them now, Before thy gracious feet to bow, Though vilest of them all ; But can I bear the piercing thought, — What if my name should be left out, When thou for them shalt call? 3 Prevent it, Lord, by thy rich grace ; Be thou my soul's sure hiding-place, In this the accepted day ; Tiiy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear ; Nor let me fall, I pray. Q\ Tune, " Glory, glory, hallelujah." 1 Say, brothers, will you meet us ; Say, brothers, will you meet us ; Say, brothers, will you meet us. On Canaan's happy shore ? 2 By the grace of God we'll meet you ; By the grace of God we'll meet you ; By the grace of God we'll meet you, Where parting is no more. 55 Glory, glory, hallelujah ; Glory, glory, hallelujah ; Glory, glory, hallelujah, Forever, evermore. 82 7s & 6s. 1 Work, for the night is coming. Work through the morning hours ; Work, while the dew is sparkling. Work 'mid springing flowers ; Work, when the day grows brighter, Work, in the glowing sun ; Work, for the night is coming. When man's work is done. 2 Work, for the night is coming. Work through the sunny noon ; Fill brightest hours with labor, Rest comes sure and soon ; Give every flying minute Something to keep in store : Work, for the night is coming, When man works no more. 8 Work, for the night is coming, Under the sunset skies ; While their bright tints are glowing Work, for daylight flies. Work till the last beam ladeth, Fadeth to shine no more ; Work while the night is darkening When man's work is o'er. 63 Q^ Tune, "Rouse, then, soldiers." 1 Sound the battle-cry, See ! the foe is uigh, Raise the standard high For the Lord ; Gird your armor on, Stand firm every one, Rest your cause upon His holy word. Chorus. — Rouse, then, soldiers ! Rally round the banner ! Ready, steady, pass the word along ! Onward, forward, shout along Ho- sanna ! Christ is Captain of the mighty throng. 2 Strong to meet the foe, Marching on we go. While our cause we know Must prevail ; Shield and banner bright, Gleaming in the light, Battling for the right, We ne'er can fail. Cho. — Rouse, then, soldiers, &c. 84 6S & 4s. Tune, " To-day." 1 To-DAT the Saviour calls ; Ye wanderers, come : Oh, ye benighted souls, Why longer roam ? 67 2 To-day the Saviour calls ; Oh, hear him now ; Within these sacred walls To Jesus bow. 3 To-day the Saviour calls ; For refuge fly : The storm of justice falls, And death is nigh. 4 The Spirit calls to-day ; Yield to its power : Oh, grieve him not away ; 'Tis mercy's hour. 85 8s & 7s. 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 ; Still in faith and hope abiding, Life deriving from his death. 2 Oh, how blessed is the station, Low before the cross to lie, While I see divine compassion Beaming from his gracious eye : Here I'll sit forever, viewing Mercy streaming in his blood ; Precious drops my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God. 68 QQ Tune, " No sorrow there.'* 1 I'm glad salvation's free, And without price or cost, For had it been for me to buy, My soul must have been lost. Chorus. — I'm glad salvation's free, I'm glad salvation's free, Salvation's free for you and me, I'm glad salvation's free. 2 In this cold world below, With none to care for me, A pilgrim lone without a home — I'm glad salvation's free. 3 Once I was blind and lost ; Of sin and sorrow full ; But now I'm saved through Jesus' blood ; I feel it in my soul. ^Y Tune, " I'm going home.'* 1 My heavenly home is bright and fair ; Nor pain nor death can enter there : Its glittering towers the sun outshine ; That heavenly mansion shall be mine ; Chorus. — I'm going home, I'm going home, I'm going home to die no more. To die no more, to die no more, I'm going home to die no more. 2 My father's house is built on high. Far, far above the starry sky ; When from this earthly prison free, That heavenly mansion mine shall be. 59 8 Let others seek a home below, Which flames devour, or waves o'erfiow ; Be mine the happier lot to own A heavenly mansion near the throne. 88 1 When faint and weary tolling, The sweat-drops on my brow, I long to rest from labor, To drop the burden now, There comes a gentle chiding To quell each mournful sigh : " Work while the day is shining. There's resting by and by." Chorus. — Resting by and by, There's resting by and by ; We shall not always labor, We shall not always cry ; The end is drawing nearer, The end for which we sigh ; We'll lay our heavy burdens down. There's resting by and by. 2 Nor ask, when overburdened You long for friendly aid, " Why idle stands my brother ; No yoke upon him laid? " The Master bids him tarry, And dare you ask him why? ** Go, labor in my vineyard ; There's resting by and by." WU Tune, *« Waiting for the boatman. 1 Oh, that bright celestial city, We have caught such radiant gleams Of its towers, like dazzling sunlight, With its sweet and peaceful streams. Chorus. — We are waiting by the river. We are watching on the shore, Only waiting for the boatman ; Soon he'll come to bear us o'er. 2 He has called for many a loved one ; We have seen them leave our side ; With our Saviour we shall meet them. When we too have crossed the tide. 3 Though the mist hangs o'er the river, And its billows "loudly roar, Yet we hear the song of aogels Wafted from the other shore. 90 6s & 4s. 1 My faith looks up to thee. Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour, divine ! Now hear me while I pray ; Take all my guilt away ; Oh, let me from this day Be wholly thine. 2 May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire ; As thou hast died for me, Oh, may my love to thee Pure, M'arm, and changeless be, A living fire. 91 S.M. 1 Oh, sing to me of heaven, When I am called to die ! Sing songs of holy ecstasy, To waft my soul on high. Chorus. — There'll be no sorrow there. There'll be no sorrow there ; In heaven above, where all is love, There'll be no sorrow there. 2 When the last moments come. Oh, watch my dying face, To catch the bright seraphic gleam Which o'er my features plays. 3 Then to my raptured ear Let one sweet song be given ; Let music charm me last on earth, And greet me first in heaven. 4 Then round my senseless clay Assemble those I love ; And sing of heaven, delightful heaven, My glorious home above. y ^ Tune, *' Angels hovering round." 1 There are angels hovering round. There are angels hovering round. There are angels, angels hovering round. 2 To carry the tidings home, &c. 3 To the new Jerusalem, &c. 4 That sinners are coming home, &c. 5 And Jesus bids them come, &C. 62 Q^ Tune, "Sweet hour of prayer." 1 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer I That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known. In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare By thy return, sweet hour of prayer. 2 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer I Thy wings shall my petition bear To Him whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to bless. And since he bids me seek his face, Believe his word, and trust his grace, I'll cast on him my every care, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer. 3 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer 1 May I thy consolation share. Till from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, I view my home, and take my flight. This robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise To seize the everlasting prize, And shout, while passing through the air, Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer ! 94 L.M. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; Praise him all creatures here below : Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 63 95 S. M. 1 My soul, be on thy guard ; Ten thousand foes arise ; The hosts of sin are pressing hard, To draw thee from the skies. 2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray ; The battle ne'er give o'er ; Renew it boldly every day. And help divine implore. 3 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God ; He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, To his divine abode. QQ 7s & 6s. Tune, " stand up for JesuB.»' 1 Stand up for Jesus, Christian, stand ! Firm as a rock on ocean's strand ; Beat back the waves of sin that roll, Like raging floods around thy soul. Chorus. — Stand up for Jesus, nobly stand ! Firm as a rock on ocean's strand ; Stand up, his righteous cause defend ; Stand up for Jesus, your best Friend. 2 Stand up for Jesus, Christian, stand ! Sound forth his name o'er sea and land ; Spread ye his glorious word abroad, Till all the world shall own him Lord. Cho. — Stand up for Jesus, &c. 6s & 9s. 1 Oh, how happy are they Who their Saviour obey, And have laid up their treasure above ! Tongue can never express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love. 2 That sweet comfort was mine, When the favor divine I had found in the blood of the Lamb. When at first I believed, What true joy I received ! What a heaven in Jesus' sweet name. 3 'Twas a heaven below, My Redeemer to know ; And the angels could do nothing more Than to fall at his feet. And the story repeat, And the Lover of sinners adore. 8s, 7s, & 4s. Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer, Welcome to this heart of mine : Lord, I make a full surrender. Every power and thought be thine ; Thine entirely. Through eternal ages thine. 5 6S 99 L. M. 1 My hope is built on nothiag less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness ; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name. Refrain. — On Christ, the solid rock, I stand ; All other ground is sinking sand. 2 His oath, his covenant, his blood. Support me in the whelming flood ; When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay. Ref. — On Christ, the solid rock, &c. 3 When he shall come, with trumpet sound, Oh, may I then in him be found. Dressed in his righteousness alone. Faultless to stand before the throne ! Ref. — On Christ, the solid rock, &c. 100 CM. 1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, To be exalted thus ; Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply, For he was slain for us. 8 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and power divine ; And blessings more than we can give, Be, Lord, forever thine. LOl 102 Tune, " God the pilgrim's guide. Guide me, thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren hind: I am weak, but thou art mighty ; Hold me with thy powerful hand. Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. Open now the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through : Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield. When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside ; Bear me through the swelling current ; Land me safe on Canaan's side : Songs of praises I will ever give to thee. 7s. 1 Wait, my soul, upon the Lord, To his gracious promise flee. Laying hold upon his word " As thy days thy strength shall be." 2 If the sorrows of thy case Seem peculiar still to thee, God has promised needful grace, " As thy days thy strength shall be." J_Q3 Tune, «' Nothing but leaves.' 1 Nothing but leaves ! the Spirit grieves Over a wasted life ; O'er sins indulged while conscience slept, O'er vows and promises unkept, And reap from years of strife Nothing but leaves. 2 Nothing but leaves ! no gathered sheaves Of life's fair ripening grain ; We sow our seeds, lo ! tares and weeds, Words, idle words for earnest deeds, We reap with toil and pain Nothing but leaves. 3 Nothing but leaves ! sad memory weaves No veil to hide the past ; And as we trace our weary way, Counting each lost and misspent day, Sadly we find at last Nothing: but leaves. Ah ! who shall thus the Master meet, Bearing but withered leaves ? Ah ! who shall at the Saviour's feet. Before the awful judgment-seat, Lay down, for golden sheaves. Nothing but leaves ? JQ^ Tune, " How I love Jesus." 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. Chorus. — Oh, how I love Jesus ! Oh, how I love Jesus ! Oh, how I love Jesus ! Because he first loved me. How can I forget thee ? How can I forget thee. Lord ? How can I forget thee? Dear Lord remember me. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. 3 Jesus ! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and Kini^- ; My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. 105 8s, 7s, & 4s. Lord, dismiss us with thy blessinir, Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; Let us each, thy love possessing. Triumph in redeeming grace : Oh, refresh us, TraveHng throu!:rh this wilderness. 106 ALL TO CHRIST I OWE. Words by Mrs. E. M. Hall. Music by J. T. GeaPB, 1. I hear the Sa-viour say, Thy strength in- 2. Lord, now mdeed I find Tliy Llood, and 8. For nothing good have I Where - by thy *^= -»:i: :t^=±=l SP -■M-- 4:=: ^mm ■:^=: ::^: deed is small ; Child of -yreaknesSjAvatch and pray ; thine a - lone, Can change the lep - er's spots, grace to claim ; I'll wash my garments white .^^^^ & -- 'fSS fi—^ .^^_V- S=g: PI CHORUS. -Nt a^^0^o' — * < ^ a — a 0. Find in me thine all in all. Je - sus paid it And melt the heart of stone. In the blood of Calv'ry's Lamb. N=^ m £. tc=*< ALL TO CHRIST I OWE. Concluded. i=?2: i:s[zn2.~:i — r — rvr pz=gg= b^^— gz:|-i:gzii:g — ^ — g iz=|3 all; All to him I owe; Sin had left a ^- ^ ^ ^. ^ ^s^^^^ crimson stain; He washed it white aa snow. :l?r: 4 Then down beneath his cross I'll lay my sin-sick soul, For naught have I to bring, — Thy grace must make me whole. — cho. 5 And then complete in him, My robe his righteousness, Close sheltered 'neath his side, I am divinely blest. — oho. 6 "When from my dying bed My ransomed soul shall rise. Then *' Jesus paid it all " Shall rend the vaulted skies. — oho. 7 And when before the throne I stand, in him complete, I'll lay my trophies do\vn, All down, at Jesus' feet. —cho. 71 107 WHY NOT TO-NIGHT? L.B E. "^^^ ^ ^m^m 9^E^ \ ^m 1. Oh ! do not let the word de - part, a — \ &~T-a— ^ — J^ — St—^-. — •- t^ ::f= i^:^ is^ ^ m And close thine eyes a- gainst the light ; m mm 7i sfeS & B ^ m\ O sin - ner, hard - en not thy heart ; ■(2. 4L trf: #. -^ ites^^ i^ ii^ 72 WHY NOT TO-NIGHT? Concluded. v ntard. I '4 — ^ Thou wouldst be saved, Why not 9 ^ to- night ? 2 To-morrow's snn may never rise, To bless your long-deluded sight ; This is the time, Oh, then be wise, Thou wouldst be saved, Why not to-night ? 3 Our God in mercy lingers still. And wilt thou thus his love requite ? Renounce at once thy stubborn will, Thou wouldst be saved, Why not to-night ? 4 Our blessed Lord refuses none Who will to him their souls unite ; Now let the work of grace begin, Thou wouldst be saved, Why not to-night ? 73 108 THE OLD, OLD STORY. T. C. O'Kane. w-^-- i!&!|^$ »-^ — 0- .f— J-. J :^ -^ — ^=1 ^-^- 1. Tell me the old, old sto - ly Of r=X::.'. unseen things a- bove, Of Je - sus and his D. s. For I am weak and 2!i^ J-J- glo - ry, Of Je - sus and his love, wea - ry, And help - less and de - filed. -r -M: THE OLD, OLD STORY. Continued. II — ^:z:j.-0^ ^ — n I i & « — ] a — ±-al ^0 — a a-^~^- — J Tell me the sto - ry slm - ply, As ^ 4izir i1==4:=t: t^tit ^~:r^ m D. s. i/^ Chorus. nt - tie child, Tell me the SissJa^ii^S JE * '^ -»-t^- ::~i: m old, old sto ry, It AVi my spir - it iiiii:^igi:E^^ig E: I 75 THE OLD, OLD STORY. Concluded. ii8#i^^l: 2 Tell me the story slowly, That I may take it in, That wonderful redemption, God's remedy for sin. Tell me the story often, For I forget so soon ' The " early dew " of morning Has passed away at noon. 3 Tell me the same old stoiy, When you have cause to fear That this world's empty glory Is costing me too dear. Oh, yes, when that world's glory Is dawning on my soul, Tell me the'old, old story, " Christ Jesus makes thee whole ! 76 109 CLEANSING FOUNTAIN. C. M. 1. There is a fountain fill'd with blood Drawn from Im- ^ 4 p ■ :« JT- ghz^ ?e*=^.i:E man - uel's veins, And D. C. And sinners plung'd be- sinners plung'd be- ^:^e3 i=h : ^ .=1— f z=gzi^&iizjz=i^— fiLz^ ncath that flood Lose all their guilt -y stains, neath that flood Lose all their guilt - y stains. ^^ -V- i=?t V U g TT CLEANSING FOUNTAIN. Concluded. Lose all their guilt - y staius, 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day ; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away. 3 Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood - Shall never lose its power Till all the ransomed Church of God Are saved, to sin no more. 4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stam'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave. 78 no AM TRUSTING, LORD, IN THEE. Wm. G. Fisoheu. 1. I am com - ing to the cross; I'm 2. Long my heart has sighed for Thee ; Long has 3. Here I give my all to Thee ; Friends and Cho. — I am trust - ing, Lord, in Thee, Dear ^ ^-^:S^ poor and weak and blind ; I'm counting all but e - vil reign 'd within; Jesus sweetly speaks to time, and earthly store ; Soul and bod- y Thine to ^-W- Lamb of Cal- va - ry ; Humbly at thy cross I dross; I shall full sal - va - tion find, me, I will cleanse you from all sin. be — "Whol- ly Thine— for - ev - er more. ^^mi Sa- ul bow-f Save me, Je - sus, save 79 me now. TITLE CLEAR. T. C. O'Kanh. | =4£^ B^ — -O -S^T-^— ^ -W—^' Now I can read my ti- tie clear, ti - tie clear, Now I'll bid farewell to ev-'ry fear, ev- 'ry fear, I'll Should earth against my "soul engagc,soul engage, Should Yet I can smile at Satan'9Tage,Satan's rage. Yet There I shall bathe my weary soul,weary soul,There And not a wave of trouble roll, trouble roll. And N N N -N- i^iifnir I can read my title clear, title clear. Now I can bid farewell to ev'ry fear, ev'ry fear, I'll bid fare earth against my soul engage,soul engage,Should earth a- I can smile at Satan's rage,Satan's rage,Yet I can I shall bathe my weary soul,weary soul, There I shall not a wave of trouble roll,trouble roll,And not a T^ *» « <» ^ «• -^ tezzr:=it:zt::t=t: -p—^- :|=|=i^: :t=l^z=p: TITLE CLEAR. Continued. read my ti - tie clear, To mansions in the skies. > And wipe my weeping eyes. 5 well to ev - 'ry fear, gainst my soul en- gage, smile at Satan's rage, bathe my wea - ry soul, wave of trou- ble roll And fiery darts be hurl'd ; > And face a frowning world« > In seas of heavenly rest ; ) Across my peaceful breast. ) CHORUS. ^-. ^ pi We will stand the We will stand, stand the storm, It will ^T=rg^ii3z= ^ n tt 1 ^-^~. — ^ — h 1 1 f?rv-^ S — ^r ~^~ « vm; ■ a ^ Btorm, not be ver We will -y long; We will an an- chor chor by and f. f. 4L Ot'f i i 1 1 II ' ■ '0* u >« ^ — j9--5>--.- : r \j 1 r- - J rv_ J Lr - ' i/ I/' V L^ L^ y ^ > TITLE CLEAR. Concluded. n ft 1 1 jf-Tf tf 1 • ■ 1 ,"v ,"v 1 l"^ 1"^ ■■ ! — ri ^ — « ^' -J J H ^p— ^ Oh, think of a home o • Oh, thmk of the friends o ■ ver ver there, there. r= i^ 3 My Saviour is now over there, There my kindred and friends are at rest ; Then away from my sorrow and care, Let me fly to the land of the blest. Over there, My Saviour is now over there. 4 I'll soon be at home over there, For the end of my journey I see ; Many dear to my heart over there. Are watching and waiting for me. Over there. I'll soon be at home over there. 113 VALLEY OF BLESSING. Wm. G. Fischer. 1. I have enter'd the valley of blessing so sweet, And 2. There is peace in the valley of blessing so sweet, And 3. There is love in the valley of blessing co sweet, Such as 4. There's a song in the valley of blessing so sweet,That i-jr^=3-H=t3 -2 — f -0—0 -0 Jesus abides with me there ; And His spir - it and plenty the land doth impart ; And there's rest for the none but the blood-wash'd may feel ;When hea-ven comes angels would fain join the strain,As with rap- tur-ous blood make my cleansing complete, And his perfect love weary-worn trav-el-er's feet, And joy for the down redeemed spirits to greet, And Christ sets His praises we bow at his feet, Cry- ing, " Worthy the .^ M. .^ .^ gmtpiig 90 VALLEY OF BLESSING. Concluded, CHORUS. r casteth out fear. Oh come to this valley of blessing so sorrowing heart, covenant seal. Lamb that was slain ! " ■ 4=t m^t tiH: EFE^ ■ -^^ ^ -r^ "T^ m, ■»■ ,i33?Ei.^d^ e^&-e m. 3^ sweet,"Where Jesus will fullness bestow, And believe, and re- i^i^^j^P ceive, and confess Him,Tliat all His salvation may know. a^fe^giigj 91 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. •i hy: A charge to keep I have Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed 61 All hail the power of Jesus' name 27 All that I was — my sin, my guilt 3 Almost persuaded now to believe 112 Am I a soldier of the cross 75 And canst thou, sinner, slight 47 Arise, my soul, arise 33 Behold a stranger at the door ! 17 Behold, I come with joy to do 25 Can any say, I do believe 2 Come, let us join our cheerful songs 100 Come to Jesus, come to Jesus 59 Come, thou Fount of every blessing 23 Come, weary sinner, in whose breast 70 Come, we that love the Lord 36 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy 73 Depth of mercy ! can there be 4 Did Christ o'er sinners weep 9 Eternity is just at hand 26 Fade, fade, each earthly joy 64 Father, 1 stretch my hands to thee 77 Guide me, O, thou great Jehovah 101 92 HYMN Haste, O sinner ! now be wise 48 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord 42 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 104 I am coming to the cross 110 I have entered the valley of blessing so sweet 115 I hear the Saviour say 106 I heard the voice of Jesus say » 39 Hove thee, Hove thee, I love thee, my Lord ♦ & I love to tell the story 41 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger 44 I'm glad salvation's free 86 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord 78 In all my Lord's appointed ways 21 In the Christian's home in glory 43 I was a wandering sheep 79 I will follow thee, my Saviour 53 Jerusalem, my happy home 24 Jesus, and shall it ever be 31 Jesus, I my cross have taken 62 Jesus, keep me near the cross . . . . « 113 Jesus! lover of my soul 46 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone 60 Jesus sought me when a stranger 7 Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move 40 Just as I am, without one plea 18 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing , . « 105 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing 15 Mary to the Saviour's tomb 68 Must Jesus bear the cross alone 63 My days are gliding swiftly by 61 HTMM My faith looks up to thee 90 My heavenly home is bright and fair 87 My hope is built on nothing less 99 My soul, be on thy guard «... 93 Nay, I can not let thee go 6S Nearer, my God, to thee 28 Not all the blood of beasts 65 Nothing but leaves ? the Spirit grieves 103 Nothing, either great or small , 50 Now I can read my title clear Ill Oh, could I speak the matchless worth 30 Oh, do not let the word depart 107 Oh, for a closer walk with God 37 Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing 19 Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice 22 Oh, how happy are they 97 Oh, sing to me of heaven 91 Oh, that bright, celestial city 89 Oh, think of a home over there 114 Oh, what shall I do to be saved 29 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand 14 Out on an ocean all boundless we ride 74 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow 94 Rock of Ages, cleft for me 16 Salvation ! oh, the joyful sound 13 Saviour, visit thy plantation 1 Say, brothers, will you meet us 81 Say, sinner, hath a voice within 68 Shall we gather at the river 20 Shall we meet beyond the river 67 94 HYMN Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive 6 Sound the battle-cry . 83 Spirit of truth, oh, let me know 11 Stand up for Jesus, Christian, stand 96 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay 32 Still on the Lord thy burden roll 52 Sweet hour of prayer ! SAveet hour of prayer 93 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing 85 Tell me the old, old story 108 The converts are gathering from near and from far .... 54 The Lord into his garden comes 8 There are angels hovering round 92 There is a fountain filled with blood 12, 109 There is a happy land 67 There is a land mine eye hath seen 10 There is a land of pure delight 71 There is no name so sweet on earth 76 There's a Friend above all others 38 This is the way I long have sought 34 'Tis religion that can give , 72 To-day the Saviour calls 81 To God the Father, God the Son 56 Wait, my soul, upon the Lord 102 We all must speak for Jesus 45 Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer 98 We're travelling home to heaven above 53 When faint and weary toiling 88 When Thou, my righteous Judge, Shalt come SO When we hear the music ringing 35 Work, for the night is coming 82 Yes, we part, but not forever 49 95 INDEX OF TUNES. PAQB Almost Persuaded 83 All to Christ I owe 70 Cleansing Fountain 77 I am trusting, Lord, in thee 79 Near the Cross 85 Over There 87 The old, old Story 74 Title Clear 80 Valley of Blessing 90 Why not To-night 72 96 Rev, a. Be Earle's Works. BRINGING IN SHEAVES. Illustrated with an Engraving of the Author. Handsojne i2ino. Cloth, bevelled hoards, ^'J.<50; fnll gilt, ^'jy.oo. Chapters that reach the heart's deepest long- ings, sketches, letters, reminiscences, sermons, &c., &:c., enrich the pages of this uork. " No book pub"i.:hed recently is so taking bold of the mapses of (Christians. '' — Christian Era, Boston. '"OnL' f)f tlie mosf rt>n).ivk;il)le. bn(ik<; pvpv v!v';-:r f.-> tlu> Dliblic." HE REST OF FAITH, ■■.o. Cloth. tyO ce7its; fvr ■' '" '■ •••' • leather, $1.00. 1 o', an V. .sristianswho long for ...:. .:;»,->,._.., , m.-l. walk with Jesus from day to day. "M.-t/i- - ' • - lo,...;,„vc; of the bunc^rv <'.n: "— irrtrhn^,,, REVIVAL HYMNS. 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