3A ':^:.K>i:]j> M ..^ -^', ~"^ ^>3 :3 CHARLES B.;ALEXAN0ER. ^"^^^ ?S^ ::r*a" i- ._;li^ ^-.:> ^^^vS^^p*: m^mmmm Cihvary of trhe t:Keolo0ical Seminar;? PRINCETON • NEW JERSEY PRESENTED BY Mrs. Winthro-j V/. Alclrlch -t ^^^AMmm^^.. UM, f^m> ',p^nif> p^-^i:f^. THE r^altinj ^niribU; AND OTHER TRi^nS'SLA.TIOlSrS OK- G^ERlMAlSr HYIVtN^S. y BY NEW-YORK: MDCCCLXI. AND OTHER TRj^IN'SLATIOnS'S OIB^ GlLTllSTJkJSr HYJMIS^S. <5nbliclj hmhi htx l^tisse S^icpl BY F. HARTMAXN. 1 Now the crucible is breaking ; Now my faith its seal is taking ; Molten gold, unhurt by fire, Only thus, 'tis ever given, Up to joys of highest heaven. For God's children to aspire. 2 Thus by griefs the Lord is moulding Mind and spirit, here unfolding His own image, to endure. Now he shapes our dust, but later Is the inner man's creator ; Thus he works by trial sure. (Enbliclj biicbt bcr I^cisse (Ticgcl. 3 Sorrows quell our insurrection, Bring our members to subjection, Under Christ's prevailing will ; While the broken powers he raises To the work of holy praises Quietly and softly still. 4 Sorrows gather home the senses, Lest, seduced by earth's pretenses. They should after idols stroll. Like an angel-guard, repelling Evil from the inmost dwelling. Bringing order to the soul. 5 Sorrow now the harp is stringing For the everlasting singing. Teaching us to soar above ; Where the blessed choir, palm-bearing, Harps are playing, crowns are wearing, Round the throne with sonojs of love. G Sorrow makes alert and daring ; Sorrow is our clay preparing For the cold rest of the grave ; Sorrow is a herald, hasting, Of that springtide wliose imwasting Health the dying soul shall save. CubUcIj kidjt iicr I}ctssc Zu^tl 7 Sorrow makes our faith abiding, Lowly, childlike, and confidmg ; Sorrow ! who can speak thy grace ? Earth may name the tribulation. Heaven has nobler appellation ; Not thus honored all our race. 8 Brethren these our perturbations. Step by step, through many stations, Lead disciples to their sun. Soon, though many a pang has wasted. Soon, though many a death been tasted. Sorrow's watch of sighs is done. 9 Though the healthful powers were willing, All the Master's will fulfilling By obedience to be tried. Oh ! 'tis still no less a blessing. Such a Master's care possessing, In his furnace to abide. 10 In the depth of keenest anguish. More and more the heart shall languish After Jesus' loving heart, For one blessing only crying : " Make me like thee in thy dying. Then thy endless hfe impart." Cnblkb bricbt ha Ijciss£ ilicqcl 1 1 Till at length, with sighs all breaking, Through each bond its passage taking, Lo ! the vail is rent in twain ! Who remembers now earth's treasure ? What a sea of godlike pleasure High in heaven swells amain ! 12 Now, with Jesus ever reigning, Where the ransomed home are gaining. Bathing in the endless light. All the heavenly ones are meeting ! Brothers, sisters — let us, greeting. Claim them ours, by kindred right. 13 Jesus! toward that heigrht of heaven May a prospect clear be given, Till the parting hour shall come. Then, from pangs emerging brightly, May we all be wafted lightly By angelic convoy home ! & iaujjf ijoll ilut wnb Mitnbtiv." A Passion Hymn by Paul Gerhardt. 1 O SACKED head ! now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, thy only crown ; O sacred Head ! what glory, What bliss, till now was thine ! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call thee mine. 2 O noblest brow, and dearest ! In other days the world All feared, when thou appeared'st. What shame on thee is hurled ! How art thou pale with anguish. With sore abuse and scorn ; How does that visage languish. Which once was bright as morn. 3 The blushes late residing Upon that holy cheek. The roses once abidins: Upon those lips so meek. |jaupt boll ^§iut tinb Satiinbcit." Alas ! they liave deiiarted ; Wail Death has rilled all ! For weak and broken-hearted, I see thy body fall. 4 What thou, my Lord, hast sufierecl. Was all for sinners' gain : Mine, mine was the transgression, But thine the deadly pain. Lo ! here I fall, my Saviour, 'Tis I deser\'Te thy place ; Look on me with thy favor. Vouchsafe to me thy grace. 5 Receive me, my Redeemer, My Shepherd, make me thine ; Of every good the fountain, Tiiou art the spring of mine. Thy lips with love distilling, And milk of truth sincere. With heaven's bliss are fillins: The soul that trembles here. G l>eside thee. Lord, I've taken My place — forbid me not ! Hence will I ne'er be shaken, Though thou to death be brouglit. *'Q faupl boll gllut «ub ©lunbcu; If pain's last paleness hold thee, In agony opprest, Then, then will I enfold thee Within this arm and breast ! 1 The joy can ne'er be spoken, Above all joys beside, When in thy body broken I thus with safety hide. My Lord of life, desiring Thy glory now to see, Beside the cross expiring, I'd breathe my soul to thee. , 8 What language shall I borrow To thank thee, dearest Friend, For this, thy dymg sorrow. Thy pity without end ? Oh ! make me thine forever. And should I fliinting be. Lord let me never, never Outlive my love to thee. 9 And when I am departing. Oh ! part not thou from me ; When mortal pangs are darting, Come, Lord, and set me free ; 10 "(D fanpt boll §lut unb 52timbfn." And when my heart must languisli Amidst the final tliroe, Release- me from mine anguish By thine own pain and w^o ! 10 Be near me when I am dying, Oh ! show thy cross to me ; And for my succor flying, Come, Lord, and set me free ! These eyes new faith receiving, From Jesus shall not move. For he who dies believing, Dies safely through thy love. *f ?i''7itl Wiu soil icij gixlj tmgfiutgcii/' An Advent Hymn by Paul Gerhardt. 1 Lord, how shall I be meeting, And how shall I embrace Thee, earth's desh'e, when greetmg My soul's adorning grace ! O Jesus, Jesus holding Thyself the flame in sight, Show how, thy beam beholding, I may, my Lord, delight. 2 Fresh palms thy Zion streweth, And branches ever green. And psalms my voice reneweth, To raise my joy serene. Such budding tribute paying, My heart shall hjTnn thy praise. Thy holy name obeying With chiefest of my lays. 3 What hast thou left ungranted. To give me glad relief ? When soul and body panted In utmost depth of grief, 12 "^lic soil icb pidi rmpfanqcit." In hour of degradation, Tliy peace and ])ity smiled, Then tliou, my soul's salvation, Didst liajipy make tliy child. 4 I lay in slavish mourning, Thou cam'st to set me free ; I sank in shame and scorning, Thou cani'st to comfort me. Thou raised'st me to glory. Bestowing highest good, i^ot frail and transitory. Like wealth on earth pursued. 5 Xaught, naught did send thee speeding From mansions of the skies, But love all love exceeding. Love able to comprise A world in pangs despairing, "Weighed down with thousand woes That tongue would fail declaring, But love doth fast inclose. C Grave on your heart this writing, O band of mourners poor ! With i)ains and sorrows fighting. That throng you more and more ; Mk soil idj gklj frnpfirncjcn/' 13 Dismiss the fear that sickens, For lo ! beside you see Him Avlio Your heart now quickens And comforts ; here is he. 7 ^Yhy should you be detained In trouble day and night, As though he must be gained By arm of human might ? He comes, he comes all willing. All full of grace and love, Those woes and troubles stilling, Well known to him above. 8 Nor need ye tremble over The guilt that gives distress. No ! Jesus all will cover With grace and righteousness : He comes, he comes, procuring The peace of sin forgiven, To all God's sons securing Their part and lot in heaven. 9 Why heed ye then the crying Of crafty foemen nigh ? Your Lord shall send them flying In twinkling of an eye. 14 "SEic soli kb 5"^^ tmpfangm.' He comes, lie comes, forerer A Kincr, and earth's fell band Shall prove in the endeavor Too feeble to withstand. 10 He comes to judge the nations, Wroth if thev wrathful prove, "With sweet illuminations To those who seek and love. Come, come, O Sun eternal, And all our souls convey To endless bhss supernal. In yonder court of day. *' &t^ m^, mtm ^n"^, untr sucbe ifnub." A Summer Hymn by Paul Gekhaedt. 1 Go forth, my heart, and seek for praise On these delightsome summer days, In what thy God bestows. How rich the garden's beauties bo, How^ lavishly for me and thee It doth its charms disclose. 2 The forest stands in leafy pride. The earth is veiled on every side With garb of freshest green ! The tulip and narcissus here More wondrous in their pomp appear Than Solomon was seen. 3 The lark floats high before the breeze. The dove toward the forest-trees From covert speeds along ; The song-enriched nightingale. In ecstasy, fills hill and dale And mount and plain with song. 10 " ^-cfe niis, nuiit |)cr^, nub giubc ^vciib." 4 The hen her tiny flock enfolds ; The stork his dwelling builds and holds ; The swallow feeds her brood ; The lightsome stag, the bounding roe, Skipping from upland refuge go To depths of grassy food. 5 Tlie brawling brook adown the jitlain Lines its fliir maro-in fresh acrain With myrtle-shadows deep. The meadows green relieve the eye And echo with the gladsome cry Of shepherds and their sheep. (3 The never-weary tribe of bees, Now here, now there in blossoming trees, Find booty far and near ; The sturdy juices of the vine, For sweetness and for strength combine. The pilgrim's toil to cheer. 7 The wheat lifts rank its ears of gold To fill with joy botli young and old, Who learn the name to praise Of Ilim who doth incessant pour From heavenly love a matchless store Upon our sinful race. ** #£lj aus, mnit pcr^, imb sudje c^rnib." 17 8 And shall I, can I dumb remain ? No, every power shall smg agam To God, who loves us best. Come, let me sing ; all nature sings, And all within me tribute brings, Streaming from out my breast. 9 Methmks, if here thou art so fair, And suiferest a love so rare To poor eartVs sons be given, What gladness shall hereafter rise In rich pavilion of the skies. And golden tower of heaven ! 10 What lofty pleasure, glory bright. In Jesus' garden shall delight ! How shall the chorus ring. When thousand thousand seraphim With one consenting voice and hymn Their Alleluia sino; ! 11 Oh ! were I there. Oh ! that, thine own, I stood, dear God, before thy throne. Bearing the victor's palm ! There Avould I, like the angel-choir, Still sound thy worthy praises higher. With many a glorious psalm. 18 ** (§t\i nviB, mciit ger^, imb suclje cfreub." 12 But while I bear life's burdens still, "With cheerful mind and voice I will No longer hide thy grace : My heart shall ever more and more Thy goodness and thy love adore, Here and in every place. 13 Ilel^D now, and on my spirit pour Thy heavenly blessing evermore, That, like a flower, to thee I may, through summer of thy grace. In my soul's garden all my days The holy fruitage bear. 14 Choose me to bloom in Paradise, And, till in death I close my eyes, Let soul and body thrive ; Being to thee and to thy praise, To thee alone, my lifelong days, In earth and heaven, alive. ''|dj Iitss gicb mtljt, git musjt mciix |csus bltikn/' A Jesus Hymn by W. C. Dessler. I LEAVE thee not, thou art my Jesus ever, Though earth rebel, And death and hell Would, from its steadfast hold, ray faith dissever ; Ah ! no. I ever will Cling to my Helper still. Hear what my love is taught, Thou art my Jesus ever, I leave thee not, I leave thee not ! I leave thee not, O Love, of love the highest, Though doubt display Its battle-day ; I own the power which thou my Lord appliest. Thou didst bear guilt and woe ; Shall I to torment go When into judgment brought ? O Love, of love the highest, I leave thee not, I leave thee not. 20 "Jjclj lass Jliclj ukljt, gu mus^t mciit |csus blcibcu." 3 I leave thee not, O tliou who sweetly cheerest, AVhose fresh supplies Cause strength to rise, Just in the hour when faith's decay is nearest. If sickness chill the soul. And nights of languor roll, My heart one hope hath caught, thou who sweetly cheerest, I leave thee not, I leave thee not. 4 I leave thee not, thou help iii tribulation ; By stroke on stroke, Though almost broke, 1 hoj^e, when all seems near to desolation. Do what tliou wilt with me, I still must cling to thee ; Tliy grace I have besought. Thou help in tribulation, I leave thee not, I leave thee not. 5 I leave thee not, shall I forsake salvation ? No, Jesus, no ! Thou shalt not go ; Mine still thou art, to free from condemnation. After this fleeting night. Thy presence brings me light, Whose ray my soul hath sought ; Shall I forsake salvation? I leave thee not, I leave thee not. lass Jliclj nicljt, gu nuis)t mm fesus blcibcit." 21 6 I leave thee not, thy word my way shall brighten. "With thee I go Through weal and woe, Thy precept wise shall every burden lighten. My Lord, on thee, I hang, Nor heed the journey's pang, Though thorny be my lot. Let but thy word enlighten, I leave thee not, I leave thee not. 7 I leave thee not, even in the lap of pleasure. For when I stray Without thy ray. My richest joy must cease to be a treasure. I shudder at the glee, When no delight from thee Has heartfelt peace begot ; Even in the lap of pleasure, I leave thee not, I leave thee not. 8 I leave thee not, my God, my Lord, my Heaven, Nor death shall rend From thee, my Friend, Who for my soul thyself to death hast given. For thou didst die for me, And love goes back to thee : My God, my Life, my Heaven, I leave thee not, I leave thee not. % Chminxn bonnet. From the French of Des Barueaux. Great God! Thy judgments endless right disclose, Grace for the sinner thou dost still devise ; But I have sinned so much, that goodness knows No way to pardon, unless justice dies. Yes, O my God ! sins that so vastly rise. Leave to thy greatness but the choice of woes, Thy throne's high interest my bliss denies. And mercy's self stands watching for my throes. Sate thy revenge, for this thy glory cries. Scorn thou the tears which overflow mine eyes. Launch lightnings, 'tis high time, I war invoke. And, doomed, I worship, sinking in the flood ; Yet on what spot shall fall thy thunderstroke, Not wholly covered with my Saviour's blood ? .A,^- 1 as^ ,>^'''e^''^Vx»''»'>.f^ ;? Vfr '^.\' 1' ' ^'i/- ^- !-^ Vf-V>., •C^Jr^^j^ ^m '■■ ■^"'■^'rr 'Mi J^_ ;«• fcp" c ^W?fes ^ ^ c «: dc- «cic: O.^-CJ