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D. 1816, and in the forty first year of the Independ- ence of the United States of America, Jonathan Wilson, ot the said district, has deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as pi-oprietor, in the words following, to wit: « A SELECTION OF HYMNS, from the best authors, by Eldeis Paui: Hikes and Jonathan, Wilson." Let the inhabitants of the rock sing Isaiah xlii. 11 O let the nations be glad and sing for joy, for thou shalt judge the people righteously, and govern the nations upon earth. Selah. Psalm lxvii. 4. In conformity to the Act of the Congress ot the United States, entitled, " An Act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts and looks, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned;" and also to an Act entitled, " An Act supplementary to an Act. entitled an Act for the encourage- ment of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned; and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and etching historical and other prints." WM S. SHAW, Clerk of the District of Massachusetts. C.J NEWCOMH, PRINTER, DEERFIELl). HYMNS. HYMN I. L. M. " Jls thy day is, so shall thy strength be.' 1 AFFLICTED saint to Christ draw near, Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear; His faithful word declares to thee, That as thy days, thy strength shall be. 2 Let not thy heart despond and say, " How shall I stand the trying day?" He has engag'd by firm decree, That as thy days, thy strength shall be. 3 Should persecution rage and flame, Still trust in thy Redeemer's name: In fiery trials thou shalt see, That as thy days, thy strength shall be. 4 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong; And if the conflict should be long, Thy Lord will make the tempter flee; For as thy days, thy strength shall be. 5 When call'd to bear the weighty cross, Of sore affictions, pain, or loss, Or deep distress or poverty, Still as thy days, thy strength shall be. 4 SELECTED 6 When ghastly death appears in view, Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue, He comes to set thy spirit free, And as thy days, thy strength shall be. HYMN 2. L. M. Why does the cause of christ run so low? 1 ALAS! alas! why is it so, That Jesus' cause should run so low? Is love so cold, and faith so weak, That none for Jesus now can speak? 2 Where is the love and heavenly zeal, That christians formerly did feel, When they did meet and joyful tell, The love of their Immanuel? 3 Is there no virtue in his cause, That we do not obey his laws? Or, is there now no saving taste, In Jesus' love and pard'ning grace? 4 OnceZion's gates did much rejoice, When many met with heart and voice, And fill'd her courts with songs of praise, And glory crown'd the heav'nly lays. 5 Young converts then did praise the Lord, They sung his praise with one accord; While older christians caught the flame, And spake the glory of his name. 6 Short is the time that's roll'd away, Since we did see a glorious day, HYMNS. When many did to Jesus bow, But where are those professors now? 7 Many that did with zeal set out, And for a while did live devout, Have turn'd aside to right and left, But few in Zion's ways are left! 8 Once christians did religion feel, Abroad at home, or in the field, And when they saw each others face, Their theme was all redeeming grace. 9 But now so worldly grown, that they But seldom find an heart to pray; The christian is but here and there, That daily seeks the Lord by pray'r! 10 Cut short these days, Lord, and come, And bring us humble round thy throne, And we again shall love thy laws, Again espouse thy bleeding cause, HYMN 3 L. M. Beware lest thou forget the Lord* 1 ATTEND my soul, the sacred page, Let all its truths thy pow'rs engage; And mark this passage on record, JSeicare, lest thou forget the Lord, 2 My sinful nature proves, indeed, That I this caution daily need; O ma v it in my heart be stor'd, Beware, lest thou forget the Lord. 1 • t> SELECTED 3 If health, and wealth, and joys abound, And all thy lower hopes be crown'dj Then, O my soul this truth regard, Beware, lest thou forget the Lord. 4 Or if quite different scenes appear, And want and poverty are here; And thou from earthly joys art barr'd, Beware, lest thou forget the Lord. 5 If in thee fierce temptations rage, Or hosts of hell thy soul engage, Then, be thou mindful of this word, Beware, lest thou forget the Lord. 6 Through all thy pilgrimage below, In paths of comfort, or of woe; "Whilst thou hast life to hear his word, Beware, lest thou forget the Lord. 7 Look up, my soul, and onward press, Leaning on all sufficient grace, And come what will, think on this word, Beware, lest thou forget the Lord. HYMN 4. C. M. The soldier of the cross. X 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 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem th« flood? HYMNS. Is this vile world a friend to grace. To help me on to God? 3 Shall I be carried to the skies, On flow'ry beds ofease? While others fought to win the prize, And sail through the bloody seas? 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. 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war Shall conquer though they die; They see the triumph from afar, And grasp it with their eye. 6 When that illustrious day shall rise And all thine armies shine, In robes of vict'ry through the skies. The glory shall be thine. HYMN 5. S. M. Death, Judgment, and Eternity* 1 AND am I born to die? To lay this body down? And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown? 2 A land of deepest shade, Unpierc'd by human thought! The dreary regions of the dead, Where all things are forgot! SELECTED Soon as from earth I go, What will become of me? Eternal happiness or woe Will then my portion be! Wak'd by the trumpet's sound, I from my grave shall rise, And see the Judge with glory crown'd And see the flaming skies! How shall I leave my tomb! With triumph or regret! A fearful or a joytul doom, A curse, or blessing meet! Will angel- bands convey Their brother to the bar? Or devils drag my soul away To meet her sentence there? thou that would'st not have One whretched sinner die, Who dy'd thyself my soul to save From endless misery: Show me the way to shun Thy awful wrath severe, That when thou comest on thy throne, 1 may with joy appear. HYMN 6. S. M. The expiring reprobate. AH! whence that hollow groan? It comes from yonder bed: HYMNS. A gasping rebel sinks oppress'd; His joys and hopes are fled! That awful scene arrives Which impiously he dar'd; He now must stand before his Judge, And knows he's not prepar'd! See what a clamy sweat Bedews his pallid face! Each feature now is sadly chang'd; No comfort there we trace! Those eyes suflfus'd with tears, Are cast with anguish down; To heav'n he dares not lift them up, Expecting thence a frown! His tongue and quiv'ring lips Their silence strangely keep; Nor rail, nor scoff at humble souls, Because for sin they weep. No more with blasphemy His rattling throat distends: Forgotten now his noisy mirth, And all his mirthful friends! His tortur'd mind no more On trifles now can rest; He seeks relief from weeping friends, But feels the more distrest. Midst sobs, and doubts, and fears I saw him breathe his last! Forthwith to God, the righteous Judge, 10 SELECTED Th' immortal spirit pass'd! 9 Come ye, who loudly boast, And make a mock at sin, Who eager join the revel rout, To take new pleasures in: 10 See what a baleful end Awaits your mad career! Turn, and forsake your darling sins, Whilst mercy still is near. HYMN 7. llth M. Death happy to the saint. 1 AH! lovely appearance of death, No sight upon earth is so fair; Not all the gay pageants that breathe, Can with a dead body compare. 2 With solemn delight I survey The corpse when the spirit is fled, In love with the beautiful clay, And longing to lie in its stead. 3 How bless'd is our brother, bereft Of all that could burden his mind; How easv the soul, that has left This wearisome body behind! 4 Of evil incapable thou, Whose relics with envy I see, No longer in misery now, No longer a sinner like me. 5 This earth is affected no more HYMNS. 1 1 With sickness, or shaken with pain, The war in the members is o'er, And never shall vex him again. 6 No anger hence forward or shame, Shall redden this innocent clay; Extinct is the animal flame, And passion is vanish'd away. 7 This languishing head is at rest, Its thinking and aching are o'er; This quiet immovable breast, Is heav'd by affliction no more. 8 This heart is no longer the seat Of trouble and torturing pain; It ceases to flutter and beat, It never shall flutter again. 9 The lids he so seldom could close, By sorrow forbidden to sleep, Seal'd up in eternal repose, Have strangely forgotten to weep. 10 The fountains can yield no supplies; These hollows from water are free; The tears are all wip'd from these eyes And evil they never shall see. 11 To mourn and to suffer is mine, While bound in a pris'n I breathe; And still for deliverance pine, And press to the issues of death. 12 What now with my tears I bedew, might I this moment become, 12 SELECTED My spirit created anew, My fiesli be consign'd to the tomb. HYMN 8. S. M. Universal Obedience. 1 ALL you that in the flood Have own'd your holy Lord, And to his people joia'd yourselves, According to his word. 2 In Zion you must dwell, Her altar ne'er forsake; Must come to all her solemn feasts, And all her joys partake. 3 She must employ your thoughts, And your unceasing care; Her welfare be your constant wish. And her increase your pray'r. 4 With humbleness of mind, Amongst her sons rejoice; A meek and quiet spirit is With God of highest price. 5 Never offend nor grieve Your brethren in the way, But shun the dark abodes of strife, Like children of the day. 6 Highly in love esteem Your pastures in the Lord, The means of life on them bestow Who labour in the word. HYMNS. 13 HYMN 9. S9th M. The christian's triumph. 1 ALMIGHTY love inspire, My heart with sacred lire, And animate desire, My soul to renew: I love the blessed Jesus On whom each angel gazes, Where sympathy increases Above th' ethereal blue. 2 My tender hearted Jesus, His love my heart amazes, Who once came down to save us, When lost and undone; No seraph could redeem us, No angel could retrieve us, No armies could relieve us, But Jesus Christ alone. 3 In him I have believed, And he my soul retrieved, From sin he has relieved. My soul which was dead; And now I love my Saviour. For I am in his favor, And hope with him forever, The golden streets to tread. 4 Yet here a while [ stay, In hope of that glad day. When I am call'd away above; 14 SELECTED There to enjoy the pleasure Of unconsuming treasure, And shout in highest measure, Hallelujahs ot love. 9 The hope of seeing; Jesus, When all my conflict ceases, My love to him increases. His name to adore; Come, O my blessed Saviour, Vouchsafe to me this favor, To dwell with thee forever, When time shall be no more. 6 Then in the blooming garden, Regain'd by Christ's free pardon, Upon the banks of Jordan, I'll worship the Lamb; And join the song of Moses, While Jesus sweet Composes, A song that never closes, Of praises to his name. HYMN 10. 44th M. Christian Union. 1 ATTEND, ye saints, and hear me tell The wonders of Immanuel, Who sav'd me from a burning hell, And brought my soul with him to dwell And feel a blessed Union. 2 When first he view'd me from oa high, And saw mv soul in ruin lie: HYMNS. 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 T began to mourn and cry; I look'd this way and that to fly; It griev'd me sore that I must die: Salvation then I strove to buy: But still I had no Union. 4 But when my Saviour took me in. And with his blood did wash me clean, 'Twas when I hated ev'ry sin: And O what seasons I have seen, Since I have felt this Union.' 5 I prais'd the Lord both night and day; 'From house to house I went to pray And if I met one on the way, I always had some word to say- About this blessed Union. 6 I wonder why old saints don't sing, And praise the Lord upon the wing, And make the heav'rily arches ring, With loud hosannas to their King, Who brought their souls to Union. 7 Return, backsliders, come away, And learn to do as well as saj; Be careful that you watch and pray; Come, bear your cross from day today, And then you'll feel this Union. 8 We soon shall break all nature's ties, 16 SELECTED On wings of love our souls shall rise, And shout salvation through the skies; And gain the mark, and win the prize, And feel a heav'nly Union. 9 Soon all the saints, now here below, Will leave these climes of pain and woe, And they will home to glory go; And then they'll see, and hear, and know, And feel this heav'nl v Union. 10 Then we the glorious Lamb shall see, Who groan'd and dy'd upon the tree, And spilt his blood for you and me, That we might his salvation see, And feel this glorious Union. 11 When we recount life's dangers o'er; Review the labors which we bore, And see ourselves safe on the shore, With love our Conqu'ror w r e'll adore And feel increasing Union. 12 When countless years have roll'd away, Our vigor suff 'ring no decay, We'll all as one with rapture say, We still remember well the day, Our souls first felt this Union. 13 Hail, glorious Jesus! reign on high; 'Tis thou that brought us rebels nigh: We'll shout redemption through the sky; And praise thee to eternity, For such a glorious Union. 14 The hosts of heav'n will all agree HYMNS. 17 In rapt'rous strains of praise to thee, Shouting," Eternal glory be To Three in One, and One in Three," For such an eniess Union. HYMN 11. 13th M. Arise my love, my fair one, and come away. 1 ARISE my dear love, my undefil'd dove, 1 hear my dear Jesus to say, The winter is past, the spring's come at last; My love, my dove come away. 2 The earth that is green, is fair to be seen, The flowers appearing in May, All speak forth the praise of the Ancient of My love, my dove, come away. [days; 3 All smiling in love the young turtle dove, The little birds chirping do say, That they do rejoice in each other's voice; My love, my dove, come away. 4 Come from the world's cares, those trouble- some snares, That follow you night and by day, That you may be free from the troubles that be; My love, my dove, come away. 5 Away from all fear that troubles you here, Come into my arms he doth say, That you may be clear from the troubles you My love, my dove, come away. [fear; 6 Away from all pride, from that raging tide, 2* 18 SELECTED That makes you fall out by the way; Come learn to be meek, your Jesus to seek; My love, my dove, come away. 7 To you that are old, whose hearts are grown Your Jesus inviting doth say, [cold, That he's heard your cries in the north coun- My love, my dove, come away. [tries; S And you that are young, your hearts are now Your Jesus invites you away [strong, From antichrist's charms, to Jesus' kind arms; My love, my dove, come away. 9 And as to the youth, that have known the truth. Whose hearts here have led them astray, Come hear to his voice, and you shall rejoice; My love, my dove, come away. 10 My dear children all, come hear to my call, Behold 1 stand knocking and say, My head's wet with dew, my children for you; My love, my dove, came away. 11 My fatlings are kiJPd, my table is fill'd, My maidens attending do say — There's wine on the lees as much as you My love, my dove, come away. please; 12 Come travel the road that leads you to God, For it is a bright shining way; Come follow your love to mansions above; M\ love, ray dove, come away. I4YMN5. 19 HYMN 12. L. M. Unbelief. 1 ALL you that love the Lord draw near, To my complaint pray lend an ear, And help me to condole my grief, For I'm distress'd with unbelief. 2 Sometimes I'm such a stupid clod, 1 doubt th' existence of a God; But still his terrors work my grief While hope is drown'd in unbelief. 3 When thus I'm sore distress'd all day, When evening comes I fain would pray, And beg for pardon and relief; " But there's no God," savs unbelief. 4 But who did all things first create? Was it not God the wise and great? While I would thus assuage my grief, " You have no soul," says unbelief. 5 But then I make this quick reply. What makes me then afraid to die? And after death to dread the grief, Which I must have for unbelief. 6 Beside the Saviour came to die, The souls of men to purify; Which clearly proves for our relief, That men have souls, O unbelief! 7 Bless'd be my God, that now I see That Jesus gave himself for me; 20 SELECTED I'll praise his name who bore my grief, And saves my soul from unbelief. HYMN 13.20th M. The birth of the Saviour notified by avgels. 1 AS shepherds in Jewry were guarding their sheep, Promisc'ously seated, estranged from sleep, An angel from heaven presented to sight, And thus he accosted the watchers by night: Dismiss all your sorrows and banish your fears, For Jesus your Saviour in Jewry appears. 2 Though Adam the first in rebellion was found, Forbidden to tarry on hallowed ground; Yet Adam the second appears to retrieve The loss you sustain by the Devil and Eve, Then Shepherds be tranquil this instant arise. Go visit your Saviour and see where he lies. 3 A token I leave you whereby you may find This heav'nly stranger, this friend to man- kind; A manger's his cradle, a stall his abode, Thus meekly appears your Saviour and God, Then Shepherds, be humble, be meek and be low, For Jesus your Saviour's abundantly so. HYMNS." 21 4 This wonderful story no sooner they hear, Than thousands of angels in glory appear; They join in the concert and this was the theme, " All glory to God and good will towards men." " Then Shepherds strike in, join your voice to the choir, "And catch a few sparks of celestial fire." 5 Hosanna! the angels in extacy cry, Hosanna! the wondering shepherds reply; Salvation, redemption, are centered in one, All glory to God for the birth of his Son. Then shepherds adieu, we commend you to God, Go visit the son in \i.\s humble abode. ) To Bethlehem's city the shepherds repaird, For full confirmation of what they had heard, They enter'd the stable with aspect so mild, And there they beheld both the Mother and child. Then make proclamation, divulge it abroad, That Jews and that Gentiles may hear of their Lord. HYMN 14. Jacob's ladder. L AS Jacob on his journey went, By God and by his father sent, He came to Bethel where he lay, 22 SELECTED And waited for another (\%y; A stone was for hi* pillow laid, And the cold ground compos'd his bed, The darkness shrouded him around, And the blue heavens above the ground. £ All nature lay repos'd in peace, And the swept birds their music cease, And as he slept, he in a dream, Beheld the wonder now my theme; A ladder of amazing length, Of equal breadth of equal strength, Its foot on earth was set in love, Its top did reach the heavens above. 3 The Lord above this ladder stood, Declared himself eternal God, And through this medium I'll fulfil My counsel and eternal will; I am thy father's God dear man, To Abram I reveal'd my plan, The same to Isaac I reveal'd, The promise now to thee is seal'd. 4 My covenant to thee I give, My promise good with thee I leave; Thou shalt be blest and in thy seed All nations shall be blest indeed; This ladder is a scene to show How grace to man can freely flow. Consistent with my holy law Which ever shines without a flaw. 5 To Jacob it was a pleasing theme, HYMN9. Inspired by God he had this dream, In it with transport he beheld The. way to bliss was now reveaPd; His soul in wonder sfood amaz'd, While on this ladder sweetly gazed; On it he saw the angels rise. On it descending from the skies. 5 These holy ministers of flame. "Who come in God, Jehovah's name, Attend the blessed saints below, It's by this ladder they must go; *Tis by this figure we are taught How holy angels find support, When they as swift as lightning fly To do the will of God most high. 7 This ladder's rounds compos'd of love. Directs the soul to God above, Its sides are made of flesh and blood. United with the eternal God; O what a bright and sweet display, To heaven it is the only way; A blessed and a glorious scene, By which the gate of heaven is seen. 8 With peaceful mind did Jacob wake. With awe he did his silence break; This place is awful, lovely, sweet. The house of God and neaveu's gate: This ladder for support was made^ To go and come as we have need: So Jesus is the Christian's all. He holds them up, or they would fall. 24 SELECTED 9 If you would climb some building's top. It's by the help of such a prop; If you the way to heaven would know, Up Jacob's ladder you must go; By faith we climb this ladder up, By faith ascend unto the top, And every step is made by grace To reach our glorious heavenly place. HYMN 15. C. M. Death and Heaven. 1 AND let this feeble body fail, And let it faint and die; My soul shall quit this mournful vale. And soar to worlds on high: Shall join the glorified saints, And find its long sought rest; That only bliss for which it pants, In the Redeemer's breast. 2 In hope of that immortal crown, I now the cross sustain; And glad I v wander up and down. And smile at toil and pain, I suffer on my threescore years, Till my deliv'rer come; And wipe away his servant's tears, And take his exile home. 3 O what hath Jesus bought for me': Before my ravished eyes, Rivers of life divine I see, And trees of paradise. HYMNS. 25 I see a host of brethren bright, Who taste the pleasures there; They all are rob'd in spotless white, And conqu'ring palms thej bear. 4 what are all my sufferings here, If Lord thou count me meet, With that enraptur'd host t' appear, And worship at thy feet. Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, Take life or friends away; But let me find my friends again, In that eternal day. HYMN 16. The life of a christian, 1 A MIXTURE of joy and trouble I daily do .pass through, Some imes I'm in a valley sinking dowa with woe; Sometimes I am exalted, on eagle's wings I fly, I rise above old Pisgah and almost reach the sky. 2 Sometimes I am doubting and think I have no grace; Sometimes I am a shouting and Bethel is the place; Sometimes my hope's so little I think I'll throw it by. 26 SELECTED Sometimes it is sufficient if I were called to die. 3 Sometimes I shun the christian for fear he'll talk to me, Sometimes he is the neighbor I long the most to see; Sometimes we meet together, the season s dry and dull, Sometimes we find a blessing with joy it fills my soul. 4 Sometimes I am oppressed by Pharaoh's cruel hand, Sometimes 1 look o'er Jordan and view the promised land; Sometimes I am in darkness, sometimes I m . in the light, . Sometimes my soul takes wings ot taitn ana then I speed my flight. 5 Sometimes I go a mourning down Babylon's cold stream, Sometimes my Lord's religion appears to be mv theme; m Sometimes when I am praying it seems al- most a task; Sometimes I find a blessing the greatest 1 can ask. 6 Sometimes I read my bible and 'tis a sealed book, Sometimes I find a blessing wherever 1 do look: HYMNS. 27 Sometimes I go to meeting and wish myself at home: Sometimes I meet my Jesus, and then I'm glad I come. 7 Lord why am I thus tossed, thus tossed to and fro; Why are my hopes thus crossed wherever I do go: O Lord thou never changest, but 'tis because I stray; Lord grant me thine assistance and keep me in thy way. HYMN 17. L. M. The loving kindness of the Lord. 1 AWAKE, my soul in joyful lays; And sing thy great redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from me, His loving kindness how free! 2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall, Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all; He sav'd me from my lost estate, His loving kindness O how great! 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, Tho' earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along, His loving kindness O how strong! 4 When trouble like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick, and thunder'd loud, 28 SELECTED He near my soul has always stood, His loving kindness O how good! 5 Often I feel my sinful heart, Prone from my Jesus to depart; But though I have him oft forgot, His loving kindness changes not! 6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, Soon all my mortal pow'rs shall fail; O! may my last expiring breath, His loving kindness sing in death! 7 Then let me mount and soar away, To the bright world of endless day, And sing with rapture and surprise, His loving kindness in the skies. HYMN 18. C. M. The coronation of Christ, 1 ALL hail the pow'r of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall! B ring forth the royal diadem! And crown him Lord of all. 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, Who from the altar call. Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, And crown him Lord of all* 5 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, A remnant weak and small; Hail him who saves you by his grace. And crown him Lord of all. HYMNS. £9 4 Ye Gentile sinners ne'er forget The wormwood ami the gall; Go spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. 5 Babes, men and sires, who know his love, Who feel your sin and thrall, Now join with all the hosts above, And crown him Lord of all. 6 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tongue, On this terrestial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 7 that with yonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fall, And join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all. HYMN 19. C. M. By grace ye are saved. 1 AMAZING grace! how sweet the sound That sav'd a wretch like me! I once was lost but now am found, Was blind but now I see. 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears reliev'd; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believ'd. 3 Through many dangers, toils and snares, SO SELECTED I have already come; 'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. 4 The Lord has promis'd good for me, His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be, As long as life endures. 5 Yes when this flesh and heart shall fail And mortal life shall cease; I shall possess within the vale, A life of joy and peace. 6 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God who call'd me here below, Shall be forever mine. HYMN 20. 11th M. Mercy celebrated. 1 ALL glory to mercy we bring, The mercy that reigns evermore, The infinite mercy we sing, The mercy eternal adore. 2 The mercy converting we prize, In mercy forgiving delight, For conquering mercy we rise, We rise, and triumphantly fight. 3 And when we are wounded by sin, And scarce^ a pray'r can repeat, HYMXS. The mercy that heals us again, Is mercy transportingly sweet. 4 What though in the furnace we fall, Free mercy the Saviour proclaims; For mercy in Jesus we call, And glorify God in the flames. 5 For mercy upholding we pray, For mercy confirming aspire, For mercy that leads on the way To God and the glorify'd choir. 6 Lord, more of thy mercy display, For all of thy mercy we love, And mercy shall bear us away, To regions immortal above. HYMN 21 L. M. The strength of faith, 1 AWAY, my unbelieving fear, Fear in me shall no more have place; My Saviour doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness ot his face. 2 But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield! No, in the strength of Jesus, no, I never will give up my shield. 3 Although the vine its fruit deny, Although the olive yield no oil, The with'ring fig-tree droop and die, The fields illude the tiller's toil, 32 SELECTED 4 The empty stall no herd afford, And perish all the bleating race, Yet wil* I triumph in the Lord; The God of my salvation praise. 5 Away, each unbelieving fear, My soul, be strong in living faith, My Saviour will at length appear, And show the brightness of his face. 6 Though now my prospects all be cross'd, My blooming hopes cut off I see, Yet will I in my Saviour trust, And glory that he dy'd for me. HYMN 22. C. M. The convinced sinner's reflection. 1 AH Lord! ah Lord! what have I done? What will become of me? "What shall I say, what shall I do, Or whither shall I flee? 2 By wand'ring I have lost myself, And here 1 make my moan; whither, whither have I stray'd! Ah Lord! what have I done! 3 Thy candle searches all my rooms, And now I plainly see; The num'rous seeds of earth and hell, Are summed up in me. 4 The seeds of all the ills that grow, Are in my garden sown, HYMNS. i And multitudes of them are sprung; Ah Lord! what have I done! 5 I have been satan's willing-slave, And his most easy prey; He was not readier to command, Than I was to obey. 6 Or, if at times he left my soul, Yet still his work went on; I was a tempter to myself; Ah Lord! what have I done! 7 I puff 'd at all the threats of heav*n, And slighted all his charms; Nor satan's fetters would I leave, For Christ's inviting arms. 8 I had a soul, but priz'd it not, And now I fear 'tis gone; My forced cries do pierce the skies! Ah Lord! what have I done! 9 Take warning, sinners, from my state; Return, while mercy reigns: Lest you repent when 'tis too late, And sink in endless pains. HYMN 23. 4th M. The knowledge of Christ, the christian's joy. 1 ALL the convert train Know the great Shepherd's voice, Feel the Messiah's reign, And in his death rejoice; 34 SELECTED The heav'n born saint shall sing, and say, " The great Redeemer dy'd for me." 2 For me, for me, he fills The Mediator's throne; For me, he now prevails, That blessings may come down; Blessings descend, blessings, divine, Thus do I prove my Jesus mine. 3 Mine, all the fruits of love! And mine, the shining throne! Mine, all the joys above! And mine, the glorious crown! All Jesus is, and has is mine. And I with him shall ever shine. 4 Ye seekers of the Lord, Believe the promise true; O take him at his word, And sing, 'tis all for you; Bury your fears in Calv'rys blood, And shout the dying Lamb of God. HYMN 24. C. M. The young convert's meditation respecting profession of religion. 1 AND canst thou then believe, my soul, That Jesus is thy friend? That he his love hath fixd on thee? That love which cannot end? 2 If thou in truth his pow'r hath known, And felt his changing grace, HYMNS. Thy duty 'tis his church to join, And give him all the praise. 3 He says to each regen'rate soul, " Confess thy Saviour God: ,? His great command I will obey; I love his holy word. 4 But will the saints, the sons of God, Believe that I, so vile, Have felt thy sovereign love, my Lord, And seen thy gracious smile? 5 What shall I do if they refuse, And say 1 know thee not? Dear Saviour, wilt thou smile on me, If this should be my lot? 6 My case I humbly leave with thee; Duty alone is mine; In duty's pleasant path I shall Behold thy heav'nly shine. 7 I'll praise thee through my pilgrimage, With all my heart and tongue, " Jesus my strength and righteousness," Shall be my cheerful song. HYMN 25. C. M. Not ashamed of Christ. 1 ASHAM'D of Christ! my soul tlisdain The mean ungen'rous thought; Shall I disown that Friend, whose blood To man salvation brought? 3b SELECTED 2 With the glad news of love and peace, From heav'n to earth he came; For us endured the painful cross, For us despis'd the shame. 3 At his command we must take up Our cross without delay: Our lives — and thousand lives of our's His love can ne'er repay. 4 Each faithful suff'rer Jesus views With infinite delight; Their lives are dear to him, their deaths Are precious in his sight. 5 To bear his name, his cross to bear! Our brightest honor this! Who nobly suffers now for him, Shall reign with him in bliss. 6 But should we in the evil day, From our profession fly, Jesus the Judge, before the world^ The traitor will deny. HYMN 26. 4th M. David, Goliah, and Gideon. 1 BY whom was David taught To aim the dreadful blow, When 'he Gdiah fought, And laid the Gittite low? Nor sword nor spear the stripling took, But chose a pebble from the brook. HYMNS. 57 'Twas Israel's God and King, Who sent him to the fight, Who gave him strength to sling, And skill to aim aright, Ye feeble saints, your strength endures, Because young David's God is your's. 3 Who order'd Gideon forth To storm th' invader's camp, With arms of little worth, A pitcher and a lamp? The trumpets made his coming known, And all the host was overthrown. 4 1 have seen the day, When with a single word, God helping me to say, My trust is in the Lord, My soul hath quell'd a thousand foes, Fearless of all that could oppose. 5 But unbelief, self-will, Self-righteousness, and pride, How often do they steal My weapons from my side; But David's Lord and Gideon's friend, Will help his servants to the end. HYMN 27. L. M. Hedemptiowjby the death of Christ. 1 BEHOLD the sin atoning Lamb, With wonder, gratitude, and love; To take away our gilt and shame, 4 38 SELECTED See him descending from above. 2 Stretch'd on the cross, behold he dies! Hark! his expiring groans arise! See, from his hands, his feet, his side, Runs down the sacred crimson tide! 3 But life attends the death ful sound, And flows from ev'ry bleeding wound; The vital stream, how free it flows, To save and cleanse his rebel foes? 4 Amazing love! that stoop'd so low, To view with pity's melting eye Vile men, deserving endless woe; Amazing love! did Jesus die! 5 Our sins and griefs on him were laid; He meekly bore the mighty load; Our ransom price he fully paid, In groans and tears, in sweat and blood. 6 To save a guilty world he dies; Sinners, behold the bleeding Lamb! To him lift up your longing eyes, And hope for mercy in his name. 7 Pardon and peace through him abound; He can the richest blessings give; Salvation in his name is found, He bids the dying sinner live. 8 Jesus, my Lord, I look to thee; Where else can helpless sinners go? Thy boundless love shall set me free From all my wretchedness and woe. HYMNS. 59 HYMN 28. C. M. Praise to God for gospel privileges. 1 BLESS'D be my God that I was bora To hear the joyful sound; That I was born to be baptiz'd, Where gospel truths abound. 2 Bless'd be my God for what I see, My God for what I hear; I hear such blessed news from*heav'n, Nor earth, nor hell I fear. 3 I hear my Lord for me was born, My Lord for me did die; My Lord for me did risse again, And did ascend on high. 4 On high he stands to plead my cause, And will return again, And set me on a glorious throne, That I may with him reign. 5 Glory to God the Father be, Glory to God the Son, Glory to God the Holy Ghost, Glory to God alone. HYMN 29. 14th M. J will trust in the Lord, 1 BEGONE, unbelief, my Saviour is near, And for my relief, will surely appear; By prav'r let me wrestle, and he will perform. 40 SELECTED With Christ in the vessel I smile at the storm. 2 Though dark be my way, since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey, 'tis his to provide: Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail, The word he has spoken, shall surely pre- vail. 3 His love in time past, forbids me to think He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink; Each sweet Ebenezer, I have still in view, Confirms his good pleasure to help me quite thro'. 4 Determin'd to save, he watch'd o'er my path, When satan's blind slave, I sported with death; And can he have taught me to trust in his name, And thus far have brought me to put me to shame? 5 Why should I complain of want or distress, Temptation or pain? he told me no less: The heirs of salvation, I know from his word, Through much tribulation must follow their Lord. 6 How bitter that cup no heart can conceive, Which Jesus drank up that sinners might live! HYMNS. A His way was>much rougher and darker than mine, Did Jesus thus suffer and shall I repine? 7 Since all that I meet shall work for my good, The bitter is sweet, the med'cine is food; Tho' painful at present, 'twill cease before long, And then how pleasant the conqu'ror's song! HYMN 50. 54th M. The Jutppy conqueror — Or reformation song. 1 BY faith I am a conqueror, I stand on Zion's mountain; My sins and crimes are wash'd away, In Christ the living fountain: Farewell to ease, and welcome pain, I've come to this conclusion, To leave the tents of Kedar now, And all the world's confusion. 2 The God of love looks from above] On this our generation; He sends a show'r of his great pow'r, A show'r of consolation: Brethren, rejoice, lift up your voice, And wipe off ev'ry tear; The sound of rain is heard again, And Jesus doth appear. 3 The jubilee sound is heard around, ^The trumpets are a sounding, 4 * 42 SELECTED And sinners bow to Jesus now, While grace it is abounding; The saints rejoice with thankful voice; Backsliders are returning; And sinners cry, where shall we fly " From everlasting burning." 4 The God of truth, converts our youth, With grace's sweet effusion; While some cry out, and make a hoot, And say 'tis all delusion: They're bold we know, but they must go To darkness, and perdition, If they do slight the healing light Of Christ the great Physician. 5 Against the youth that slights the truth, There is a dreadful sentence, Who sin away their precious day, And die without repentance; They'll shrink at death at ev'ry breath; They'll fear that dreadful thunder; They'll fear when God shall lift his rod. And smite their souls asunder. 6 Come, lovely youth, embrace the truth, In th' day of your probation; Now in your prime is the best time, And th' day of your salvation; O now embrace free offer'd grace, Be not to Christ a stranger; There's none beside that can you hide, Or shelter you from danger. HYMNS. 43 7 Fly, sinners, fly, why will you die? God's vengeance is pursuing; Make his free grace your hiding place, And 'scape the dreadful ruin: You'd better leave your sins and mirth, And seek with strong desires, Than fall a prey at the last day, To hell's devouring fire. 8 A word to you backsliders too, Who're living in desertion; Who're destitute of heav'nly fruit, And rest on old conversion: Th' Almighty God will send his rod, And visit your transgression; And let you know that you must go, Beyond a bare profession. 9 Some seek in health for fame and wealth, And some for golden ore; Give me the Lord for my reward, I'll ask for nothing more; He is to me a boundless sea; He is a boundless ocean; He is the saints inheritance. And everlasting portion. HYMN SI. C. M. The meal and cruise of oil. I BY the poor widow's oil and meal Elijah was sustain'd; Though small the stock, it lasted well, For God the store maintain'd. 44 SELECTED 2 It seem'd as if from day to day, They were to eat and die; But still, though in a secret way, He sent a fresh supply. 5 Thus to his poor he still will give Just for the present hour; But for to-morrow they must live Upon his word and pow'r. 4 No*toarn or store-house they possess, On which they can depend, Yet have no cause to fear distress, For Jesus is their friend. 5 Then let no doubts your mind assail! Remember, God has said, The cruise and barrel shall not fail, My people shall be fed. 6 And thus, though faint it often seems, He keeps their grace alive; Supply'd by his refreshing streams, Their dying hopes revive. 7 Though in ourselves we have no stock, The Lord is nigh to save; His door flies open when we knock, And 'tis but ask and have. HYMN 32. C. M. The preacher's farewell. 1 BRETHREN, I bid you all farewell, And from my very heart, \ HYMNS. 45 Affectionately I do tell, That you and I must part. 2 And if I see you not again, I trust that I can say, My labour shall not be in vain. That I have spent this day. 3 I trust I can to record call, All you that hear me now, I have declar'd God's counsel all, As he did me endow. 4 I now depart, I leave you here, I leave you with the Lord, And may we all henceforth appear, To be of one accord. 5 And if we part to meet no more While we on earth remain, O may we meet on Canaan's shore, And never part again. 6 There we shall join to sing God's praise, And all his wonders tell; And triumph in his holy ways, So brethren, fare you well, HYMN 33. S. M. A prospect of Christ's Church. 1 BEHOLD a lovely vine, Here in the desert ground; The blossoms shoot and promise fruit, 46 SELECTED And tender grapes are found. 2 Its circling branches rise, And shade the neighbouring land; With lovely charms she spreads her arms, With clusters in her hand. 3 This city can't be hid, It's built upon an hill; The dazzling light, it shines so bright It doth the vallies fill. 4 Ye trees which lofty stand, And stars with sparkling light, Ye christians hear, both far and near, >Tis joy to see the sight. 5 Ye insects, feeble race, And fish that glide the stream, Ye birds that fly secure on high, Repeat the joyful theme. 6 Ye beasts that feed at home. Or roam the vallies round, With lofty voice proclaim the joys, And join the pleasant sound. 7 Shall feeble nature sing, And man not join the lays? may their throats be swelled notes? And fill'd with songs of praise. 8 Glory to God on high, For his redeeming grace: The blessed Dove came from above, To save our ruin'd race. HYMNS. 47 HYMN 34. P. M. 1 BRETHREN, while we sojourn here, Fight we must, but should not fear, Foes we have, but we've a friend, One who loves us to the end; Forward then with courage go, Long we shall not dwell below; Soon the joyful news will come, Child, jour Father calls — Come home. 2 In the world a thousand snares Lay to take us unawares; Satan with malicious art, Watches each unguarded heart; But from Satan's malice free, Saints shall soon victorious be; Soon the joyful news will come, Child, your Father calls— Come home. S But of all the foes we meet, None so apt to turn our feet, None betray us into sin, Like the foes we have within; Yet let nothing spoil your peace, Christ will also conquer these; Then the joyful news will come, Child, your Father calls— Come h ome, HYMN 35. 5th M. Christ's Resurrection. 1 CHRIST our Lord is ris'n to-day, Our triumphant holy way— 48 SELECTED Who so lately on the cross, Suffer'd to redeem our loss. 2 In our paschal joys and feast, Let the Lord of life be bless'd, Let the holy Three be prais'd And to heav'n our voices rais'd. 3 Christ our Lord is ris'n to-day; Christ our light, our life, our way* Object of our love and faith, Who by dying conquer'd death. 4 Holy Matrons early came, Weeping o'er their Saviour's tomb; Two bright angels did appear, , Who said Jesus is not here. J Where is he, tell us where, His bless'd residence declare— He is risen from the dead, Far from these dark regions fled. 6 First the sacred place behold, That did your dear Lord unfold, Lift your eyes and raise your voice. And in songs of praise rejoice. 7 Haste ye females from the sight, Make to Gallilee your flight, And to his disciples say, Jesus Christ is risen to-day. 3 Heralds of our joy, to you, Grateful thanks and love is due; HYMNS. 4$ Jesus Christ who reigns on high. We'll together magnify. S The cross is past the crown is won, Th' ransom paid, and death's sting gone, Let us feast, and sing, and say, Jesus Christ is ris'n to-day. HYMN 36. L. M. Love of Christ, 1 COME let me love; or is my mind Harden'd to stone, or froze to ice! I see the blessed Fair One bend, And stoop t' embrace me from the skies. 2 O! ? tis a thought would melt a rock;' And make a heart of iron move, That those sweet lips, that heav'nly look, Should wish and seek a mortal love! $ I was a traitor doom'd to fire, Bound to sustain eternal pains; He flew on wings of strong desire, Assum'd my guilt and took my chains! 4 Infinite grace! amazing charms! Stand in amaze ye whirling skies; Jesus, the God, with naked arms, Hangs on a cross of love and dies; 5 Did pity ever stoop so low, Dress'd in divinity and blood? Was ever rebel courted so, In groans of an expiring God? 5 50 SELECTED 6 Aagain he lives, and spreads his hands, Hands that were nail'd to tort'ring smart; By these dear wounds says he, and stands And prays to clasp me to his heart. 7 Sure I must love; or are my ears Still deaf, nor will my passions move; Then let me melt my heart to tears; This heart shall yield to death or love. HYMN 37. 20th M. Redemption. 1 COME, friends and relations, come, join heart and hand, The voice of the turtle is heard in our land; Let's all walk together and follow the sound. And march to the place where redemption is found. 2 The place it is hidden, the place is con- ceal'd; The place it is hidden until 'tis reveal'd; The place is in Jesus, to Jesus we'll go, And there find redemption from sin, death and woe. 3 The place it is hidden, by reason of sin, And sinners don't see the sad state they are in; They're blinded, polluted, in prison and pain; how can such rebels redemption obtain. . HYMNS. 51 But if you feel wounded and bruis'd by the fall. Then look up to Jesus, 'Hs you he doth call; And if you are tempted to doubt or despair, Then come home to Jesus, redemption is there. And you my dear brethren that love my dear Lord, Who've witness'd free pardon by faith in his word, Let patience attend you wherever you be, Your Saviour has purchas'd redemption for thee. 6 Soon will the archangel the last trumpet sound, . ake all the dead that sleep under the ground, The sound of the trumpet will bid you arise To meet your redemption with joyful sur- prise. 7 0! then loving Jesus our souls will revive; From bonds of corruption our bodies relieve; Then we shall be perfect, and we shall be free, We'll sing of redemption wherever we be. 8 Redeemed from sin, and redeemed from death; Redeem'd from corruption, redeem'd from the earth, Redeem'd from damnation, redeem'd from all woe, 52 SELECTED We'll sing of redemption wherever we go. 9 Redeem'd from all sin, and redeem'd from distress; The fruits of redemption no tongue can ex- press; Redemption be 'scribed to Jesus' love, We'll sing of redemption in glory above. HYMN 38. C. M. Jin invitation to come to the gospel feast. 1 COME to the glorious gospel feast, Hoi ev ry one that will; O come, ye starving souls, and taste Those joys that none can tell. 2 Arise, ye mortals, that are sad, And bordring on despair; Lo! there is balm in Gilead, And a physician there. 5 Look to the Saviour's bleeding side, Behold the purple gore; It was for wounded souls he dy'd, The sin sick to restore. 4 Behold him on the cursed tree, With arms extended wide; For sinners such as you and me, The bleeding Saviour dy'd. 5 'Tis finish'd,said his dying breath, And conquer'd death and hell; That rebels doom'd to endless death, HYMNS. 53 Might in his bosom dwell. 6 Come, then, receive his grace and tell The wonders of his love; Till we arrive with him to dwell In the bright worlds above. 7 No sin nor foe shall enter there, To wound our peaceful breast; But boundless love, unmingled joy, And everlasting rest. HYxMN 39. 7th M. Mercy abounding to the chief of sinners. 1 COME, needy sinners, hear me teH What boundless love in Jesus dwell, How mercy doth abound; Let none of mercy, doubting stand, Since I the chief of sinners am; Yet mercy I have found. 2 Are you a sinner? So am I: But Jesus did for sinners die, His precious life laid down: He is the ail -atoning Lamb, And I the chief of sinners am; Yet mercy I have found. 3 come to Jesus, sinners all, And at his feet repenting fall, He will not on you frown; Jesus will lend you mercy's hand; x. * 54 SELEOTEI> For I the chief of sinners am Yet mercy I have found. 4 O come, the friend of sinners try, Repent, believe, to Jesus fly, And mercy shall thee crown; Let no temptation you withstand, Since 1 the chief ot sinners am; Yet mercy 1 have found. HYMN 40. L. M. Come to the gospel feast. 1 COME, sinners, to the gospel feast, Let ev'ry soul be Jesus' guest; Ye need not one be left behind; For God hath bidden all mankind. 2 Sent by the Lord, on you I call, The invitation is to all; Come all the world, come, sinner thou! All things in Christ are ready now. 3 Come all ye souls by sin oppressed, Ye restless wanderers after rest; Ye poor and maim'd, ye halt and blind, In Christ a hearty welcome find. 4 My message as from God receive! Ye all may come to Christ and live! O let his love your hearts constrain, Nor suffer him to die in vain. 5 His love is mighty to compel; His conqu'ring love consent to feel; HYMNS. JD Yield to his love's resistless pow'r And fight against your God no more. 6 See him set forth before your eyes, That precious, bleeding sacrifice! His offer'd benefits embrace, And freely now be sav'd by grace. 7 This is the time, no more delay! This is the acceptable day! Come, in this moment, at his call, And live for him who dy'd for all. HYMN 41. 9th M. The poor and the needy invited to Jesus. 1 COME, ye sinners, poor and needy ^ Weak and wounded, sick and sore, Jesus ready stauds to save you, Full of pity, love and pow'r; He is able, he is able, He is willing: doubt no more. 2 Now ye needy, come and welcome God's free bounty glorify; True belief, and true repentance, Ev'ry grace that brings him nigh; Without money, without money, Come to Jesus Christ and buy. S Let not conscience make you linger. Nor of fitness fondly dream, All the fitness he requireth, Is to feel your need of him: 56 SELECTED This he gives you, this he gives you, 'Tis the spirit's glim 'ring beam. 4 Come, ye weary, heavy Iaden'd, Bruis'd and mangled by the fali, If you tarry tiil yuu'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 maker prostrate lies? On the bloody tree behold him! Hear him cry before he dies, "It isnnish'd.it is finish'd," Sinners, will not this suffice? 6 Lo, th' incarnate God ascending Pleads the merit of his blond; Venture on him, venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude; None but Jesus, none but Jesus, Can do helpless sinners good. 7 Saints and angels join'd in concert, Sing the praises or the Lamb; While the blissful seats of heavn Sweetly echo with his name: Hallelujah, hallelujah, Sinners here may do the same. HYMNS. 57 HYMN 42. 5th M. Praise the Lord, 1 COME, and let us sweetly join, Christ to praise in hymns divine; Give me all with one accord, Glory to our common Lord. 2 Hands, and heart, and voices raise, Sing as in the ancient days; Antedate the joys above; Celebrate the feast of love. 3 Strive we, in affection, strive^ Let the purer flame revive; Such as in the martyrs glow'd> Dying champions for their God. 4 We like them may live and love; CalPd we are their joys to prove; Sav'd with them from future wrath; Partners of like precious faith. 5 Sing we then in Jesus' name, Now as yesterday the same; One in ev'ry time and place, Good to all the human race. 6 We for Christ our Master stand, Lights in a benighted land; We our dying Lord confess; We are Jesus' witnesses. 7 Witnesses that Christ hath dy'd We with him are crucify'd; 58 SELECTED Christ hath burst the bands of death; We his quick'ning spirit breath. 8 Christ is now gone up on high; Thither all our wishes fly; Sits at God's right hand above: There with him we rise in love. HYMN 4S, SSd M. The triumph. 1 COME, angels, seize your harps of gold, The song of love to man ui »id; Assist our joys, ey ;al1 your praise, Another sinn< i » sav'd by grace. Glory, glory let us sing, While heav'n and earth with glory ring, Hosanoah to the Lamb of God. 2 A leper wash'd from ev'ry stain, Requires a louder, higher strain; The spirit's stamp'd and seal '^ wrthin* The blood of Christ I I from sin; Satan F< He vlirone, Hosannah to the L, mb ot God. 5 Come, let us s : ng, and j)ray and praise, For soon this warring strile shaij cease; When lost in love, o'er w helm 'd in God, With Christ we take our biess'd abode: Hark! the trumpet speaks him nigh, Hark! hark! he comes, while myriads cry Hosannah to the Lamb of God. HYMNS. 59 4 Christ's little flock by all contcmn'd, Oerlook'd, unknown, despis'd, condeinnM, With names traduc'd and lives abhorr'd, We suffer with our murder'd Lord; In the flames ascend the higher, "We'll sing triumphant in the fire. Hosannah to the Lamb ol God. 5 Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore, And then our sufferings will be <> ? er; Where we shall strike the highest key And praise our God eternally, In that world of bliss above, Where ev'ry heart is fir'd with love. Hosannah to the Lamb of God. HYMN 44. 5th M. Prayer encouraged. 1 COME, my soul, thy suit prepare, Jesus love9 to answer pray'r; He himself hath bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay. 2 Thou art coming to a King* Large petitions with thee bring; For his grace and pow'r are such,- None can ever ask too much. 3 With my burden I begin. Lord, remove my load of sin! Let thy blood for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt. 60 SELECTED 4 Lord, I come to thee for rest, Take possession of my breast; There thy blood bought right maintain, And without a rival reign. 5 While I am a pilgrim here, Let thy love my spirit cheer; As my guide, my guard, my friend, Lead me to my journey's end. 6 Show me what I have to do, Ev'ry hour my strength renew; Let me live a life of faith, Let me die thy people's death. HYMN 45. 8th M. Breathing after a spirit of praise, 1 COME thou fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune our lips 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 fix'd upon it', Mount of thy redeeming love. 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'm come; And I hope by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me while a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God: HYMNS. (7\„ Me to rescue me from danger, Interpos'd his precious blood. 3 O! to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constraint to be! Let thy goodness like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee; Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it from thy courts above. HYMN 46. 5th M. The consolation, I COME, and taste along with me, Consolation running free, From my Father's glorious throne, Sweeter than the honey comb. Wherefore should I thirst alone, Two are better still than one; More that comes of free good will, Makes the banquet sweeter still. Saints in glory sing aloud, For to see an heir of God, Coming in at grace's door, Making up the number more. ! Goodness running like a stream, From the New-Jerusalem; By its constant breaking forth, Sweetens earth and heav'n both. Sinful nature, lurking vice, 6 6:2 SELECTED Cannot stop the run of grace, While there is a God to give, Or a sinner to receive. 6 When 1 go to heav'ns store, Asking for a little more, Jesus gives a double share, Calling me a gleaner there. 7 Then I go rejoicing home, From the banquet of perfume, Gleaning manna on the road, Dropping from the mouth of God. 8 Heav'n here, and heav'n there, Comforts Sowing ev'ry where; This I boldly can attest, For my soul has got a taste. HYMN 47. C. M. The year of the redeemed, 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 redeemed is come, To bring us back again. 3 We once could spurn at oflfer'd grace, And slight a Saviour's charms; HYMNS. 63 The year of the redeem'd is come, To call us to his arms. 4 We hear the gospel's joyful sound Proclaim the jubilee; The year of the redeem'd is come, To set the ransom'd free. 5 Ye aged saints, who long have sigh'd To see this happy day, The year of the redeem'd is come, To wipe your tears away. 6 Ye lambs of Christ, whose souls are bound In love's eternal chain, The year of the redeem'd is come, And you with Christ shall reign. 7 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. 8 You feel your souls encircled by A reconciling God: The year of the redeem'd proclaims Salvation through his blood. 9 Now can you tell a scoffing world Their threats are all in vain: The year of the redeem'd is come, To recompense your pain. 10 But 0, ye careless, Christless souls, Who scorn the happy few! The year of the redeem'd will come, And take them all from you. 64 SELECTED i 1 Then will you mourn and say at last, We did instruction hate; The year of the redeem'd is past, And now it is too late. 12 When Gabriel bursts the vaulted tomb, And bids the dead arise, We'll sing the year of the redeem'd, And lift our joyful eyes! 13 We'll sing a long eternity, On yonder blissful shore, The year of the redeem'd is come, And we shall sigh no more. HYMN 48. C. M. The pilgrim's song. 1 COME, all ye mourning pilgrims, round; The joyful news we'll tell, The Lord hath sent salvation down, To save our souls from hell. The angels brought the tidings down To shepherd's in the field, That God with man was reconcil'd, A Saviour was reveal'd. Sing glory , honor, to the Lord, Salvation to our King; Let all thaVs washed in Jesus 9 blood, His glorious praises sing. £ Come, all ye poor despised souls, To Jesus we'll repair; HYMNS. Jn him God's boundless love unfolds, He says he'll meet us there. His glorious presence fills our souls, With songs of loudest praise, Let all who wish for heav'n to day, Their hearts and voices raise. Sing glory, honor, tjj*c. There's glory, glory, in my soul, It came from heav'n above, Which makes me praise my God so bold, And his dear children love. Til serve the risen Lamb of God, I love his ways so well; Because his precious blood was spilt, To save my soul from hell. Sing glory, honor, Sfc. When weeping Mary came to seek Her Lord, with a perfume; The napkin and the sheet she found Together in the tomb. The angel said he is not here, He's risen from the dead; And streams of grace to sinners flow, As free as did his blood. Sing glory , honor, to the Lord, Jesus is on his throne, And bringing foreign strangers home, And claims them for his own* 6* 65 6§ SELECTED i § HYMN 49. 4th M. Ji song of praise to Christ. 1 COME, ev'ry pious heart, That loves the Saviour's name, Your noblest pow'rs exert To celebrate his fame: Tell all above, and all below, The debt of love, to him you owe« 2 Such was his zeal for God, And such his love for you, He nobly undertook What Gabriel could not do: His ev'ry deed of love and grace, All words exceed, and thoughts surpass. 3 He left his stary crown, And laid his robes aside; On wings of love came down, And wept, and bled, and dy'd. What he endur'd, O who can tell? To save our souls from death and hell. 4 From the dark grave he rose, The mansion of the dead; And thence his mighty foes, In glorious triumph led; Up through the sky the Conqu'ror rode, And reigns on high, the Saviour God. 5 From thence he'll quickly come, His chariot will not stay, And bear our spirits home hymns. C7 To realms of endless day; There shall we see his lovely face, And ever be in his embrace. HYMN 50. C. M. The bold pilgrim. COME, all ye wand'ring pilgrims dear, Who're bound to Canaan's land, Take courage and fight valiantly, Stand fast with sword in hand: Our Captain's gone before us; The Father's only Son, Then pilgrim's dear, don't let us fear, But boldly travel on. We've a dark and howling wilderness, To Canaan's peaceful shore, The land of drought, and pits* and snares, Where chilling winds do roar; But Jesus, he will go with us, And guide us in the way; If enemies examine us, He'll teach us what to say. " Good morning, brother traveller, Pray tell me what's your name, And where it is you're going to, Also from whence you came?" My name I'll tell, 'tis bold pilgrim, To Canaan I am bound, I am from th' howling wilderness, From that enchanted ground. 68 SELECTED 4 " Pray'what is this upon your head That shines so clear and bright? Likewise that cov'ring on your breast, That's dazzling to my sight? What kind of shoes are those you wear, On which you boldly stand? And what's that shining instrument You wave in your right hand?" 5 'Tis glorious hope upon my head, And on my breast my shield, With this bright sword 1 mean to fight, Until I win the field; M v feet are shod with gospel peace, On which I boldly stand; And fight I will until I die I'll win fair Canaan's land. b You'd better stay with me, pilgrim, And give your journey o'er; Your Captain now is out of sight, His face you'll see no more; My name it is Apollyon, This land belongs to me, And for your arms and pilgrim's dress, I'll give it all to thee. 7 Mistaken fiend, the pilgrim said, Your offers I disdain; A glitt'ring crown of glory I Shall shortly there obtain; If I but hold out faithfully, To my dear Lord's command ? HYMNS. 69 I jointly shall be heir with him To Canaan's richest land. HYMN 51. 11th M. Tfie ship was now in the midst of the sea. 1 CONSTRAIN' D by their Lord to embark, And venture without him to sea; The season tempest'ous and dark, How griev'd the disciples must be! But though he remain'd on the shore, He spent the night for them in pray'r; They still were as safe as before, And equally under his care. 2 They strove, though in vain for a while, The force of the waves to withstand; But when they were weary with toil, They saw their dear Saviour at hand, They gladly receiv'd him on board, His presence their spirits reviv'd; The sea became calm at his word, And soon at their port they arriv'd. S We like the disciples, are tost By storms on a perilous deep; But cannot be possibly lost, If Jesus takes charge of the ship: Though billows and winds are enrag'd, And threaten to make us their sport; This pilot his word hath engag'd To bring us, in safety, to port. 70 SELECTED 4 If sometimes we struggle alone, And he is withdrawn from our vievy; It makes us more willing to own We nothing without him can do. Then satan our hopes would assail, But Jesus is still within call; And when our poor efforts quite fail, He comes in good time and doth all. 5 Yet, Lord, we are ready to shrink, Unless we thy presence perceive; save us (we cry) or we sink, And help us on thee to blieve: The night has been long and severe; The winds and the sea, are still high, Dear Saviour, th is moment appear, And say to our souls, " it is 1." HYMN 52. 20th M. <* I will declare what he hath done for my soul." 1 COME, brethren and sisters, that love my dear Lord, 1 pray give attention and ear to my word, What a wonder of mercy, behold now and see What a tender kind Saviour hath done for poor me! 2 I was led by the devil till lost and distress'd, I thought that in torment I soon should be cast; No peace to the wicked but all misery, Till by faith I saw Jesus hang bleeding for me. HYMNS. 71 5 sinner, said Jesus, for you have I dy'd; All glory to Jesus- my soul then reply'd; The guilt was removed, my soul did rejoice. The blood was applied, the witness and voice' 4 On my bending knees before God I did fall, Saying glory to Jesus, for he's all in all; The heart of this rebel wasbursted in twain, To see my dear Jesus on Calvary slain. 5 There was peace now in heav'n and peace upon earth. The angels rejoiced at a poor sinner's birth; Your sins are forgiven, my Saviour did say, O witness kind heavens, on this my birth day. 6 My soul it was humbled, I feel to the ground, The time of refreshing at length I have found; Lord, thou hast ravislrd my soul with thy charms, Let me die like old Simeon with Christ in my arms. HYMN 53. 12th M. The weary traveller bound to Canaan. 1 COME, all ye weary travelers, Now let us join and sing The everlasting praises Of Jesus Christ our King; 7% SELECTED We've had a tedious journey, And tiresome 'tis true, But see how many dangers The Lord hath brought us through. 2 At first when Je9us found us, He call'd us unto him, And pointed out the clangers Of falling into sin; The world, the flesh, and satan, Would prove a fatal snare, Unless we did reject them By faith and humble pray'r. 5 But by our disobedience, With sorrow we confess, We have had long to wander In a dark wilderness; Where we might long have fainted, On that enchanted ground, But now and then a cluster Of pleasant grapes we found. 4 The pleasant fruits of Canaan, Give life, and joy, and peace, Revive our drooping spirits, And love and strength increase, r f" confess our Lord and Master, And run at his command, And hasten on our journey Unto the promis'd land. 5, With faith, and hope, and patience. We're made for to rejoice, HYMNS. 73 And Jesus and his people, For ever are our choice: In peace and consolation, We now are going on The pleasant road to Canaan, Where Jesus Christ is gone. 3 Sinners, why stand you idle, While we do march along; Has conscience never told you, That you are going wrong? Down the broad road to darkness, To bear an endless curse — Forsake your ways of sinning, And come and go with us. But if you will refuse it, We bid you all farewell, We're on the road to Canaan And you the road to hell: We're sorry for to leave ybu, We'd rather you would go; Come, try a bleeding Saviour, And see salvation flow. O sinner, be awaken'd To see your wretched state, Repent and be converted, Before it be too late; Turn to the Lord by praying, And daily search his word, And never rest contented, Till you have found the Lord. Now to the King immortal, 7 T4 SELECTED Be everlasting praise, For in his holy service, We long to spend our days, 'Till we arrive at Canaan, TV celestial world above, "With everlasting wonder, To sing redeeming love. HYMN 54. 12th M The christian's looking-glass* 1 COME, all ye mourning pilgrims, Who feel your need of Christ, Surrounded by temptation, And by the world despised; Attend to what I tell you, My exercise I'll show, And then you may inform me If it's been so with you. 2 Long time I liv'd in darkness. Nor saw my dismal state; And when I was awaken'd, I thought it was too late: A lost and helpless sinner, Myself I plainly saw, Expos'd to God's displeasure^ Condemned by the law. 3 I thought the brute creation Were happier than I; I spent my days in anguish, And no relief could spy; HYMNS. Through deep distress and sorrow My Saviour led me on, Then show'd his love unto me When all my hope was gone. But when I was deliver'd, I scarcely could believe To think so vile a sinner A pardon could receive: And when the solemn praises Were flowing from my tongue, Yet fears were often rising, That I might still be wrong. But when these fears were banished, My tears began to flow, To think so vile a sinner Should be beloved so. I thought my trials over, And all my troubles gone, That peace, and joy, and pleasure Would be my lot alone. But soon I found a warfare Which often brings me low, The world, the flesh, and satan, They do beset me so; Can one that is a christian Have such a heart as mine? I fear I never felt the Effects of love divine. And when I see young converts How swiftly they go on, 75 76 SELECTED How shining their experience, They witness like the sun; How bold they speak for Jesus, How dearly love his name, Though they are my delight, yet They put my soul to shame. 8 I find I'm often backward To do my Master's will, Or else I want the glory Of what I do but ill; In duty I am weak, and Alas! t often find A hard deceitful heart, and A wretched wand'ring mind. 9 Sure others do not feel what Is often felt by me, Such trials and temptations Perhaps they never see; For I'm the chief of sinners, I freely own like Paul, And if I am a christian, I am the least of all. 10 And now I have related The trials I have seen, Perhaps my brethren know what Such sore temptations mean; I've told you of my conflicts, Believe me for 'tis true, And now you may inform me If it's been so with you. HYMNS. 77 HYMN 55. 53d M. Dialogue between a believer and his soul. Bel. COME, my soul, and let us try, For a little season, Ev'ry burden to lay by, Come and let us reason; What is this that casts thee down? Who are those that grieve thee? Speak, and let the worst be known, Speaking may relieve thee. Soul. Oh! I sink beneath the load Of my nature's evil; Full of enmity to God; Captur'd by the Devil: Restless as the troubled seas, Feeble, faint, and fearful; Plagu'd with ev'ry sore disease, How can I be cheerful? Bel. Think on what thy Saviour bore, In the gloomy garden, Sweating blood at ev'ry pore, To procnre thy pardon: See him stretch'd upon the wood, Bleeding, grieving, crying, Sinking deep in sorrow s s flood, Groaning, gasping, dying! Soul. This by faith I sometimes view, And those views relieve me; But my sins return anew, These are they that grieve me; 78 SELECTED Ob! I'm leprous, wretched, foul, Quite throughout infected; Have not I, if any soul, Cause to be dejected? 5 Bel. Think how loud the dying Lord Cry'd out " It is finish'd!" Treasure up that sacred word, Whole andundiminish'd; Doubt not, he will carry on, To its full perfection, That good work he has begun — Why then this dejection? 6 Soul. Faith, when void of works, is dead. This the scriptures witness; And what works have I to plead, Who am all unfitness? All my powers are deprav'd, Blind, perverse, and filthy: If from death I'm fully sav'd Why am I not healthy? 7 Bel. Pore not on thyself too long, Lest it sink thee lower, Look to Jesus, kind as strong, Mercy join 'd with power: Ev'ry work that thou must do, Will thy gracious Saviour For thee work, and in thee too, Of his special favor. 8 Soul. Jesus' precious blood once spilt, I depend on solely, HYMNS. , ! To release and clear from guilt, But I would be holy. liel. He that bought thee on the cross Can control thy nature, Fully purge away thy dross Make thee a new creature. Soul. That he can, I nothing doubt, lie it but his pleasure. Bel. Though it be not done throughout, May it not in measure? Soul. When that measure far from great, Still shall seem decreasing — Bel. Faint not then; but pray, and wait, Never, never ceasing. 10 Soul. What when pray'r meets no regard? Bel. Still repeat it often. Soul. But I feel myself so hard — Bel. Jesus will thee soften. Soul. But my enemies make head. Bel. Let them closer drive thee. Soul. But I'm cold, I'm dark, I'm dead. Bel. Jesus will revive thee. HYMN 56. 5th M. Recruiting orders. 1 CHRIST is set on Zion's hill, He receiveth sinners still: Who will serve this blessed King? Come, enlist, and with me sing; I his soldier sure will be, Happy in eternity? 80 SELECTED 2 I by faith enlisted am, In the service of the Lamb; Present bounty I receive, Future happiness he'll give: I his soldier, &c. 3 Zion's King my captain is, Conquest 1 shall never miss; Let the fiends of hell engage, Fret and foam, and roar and rages I his soldier, &c. 4 Let the world their forces join, With the host of hell combine; Greater is my King than they, Through him I shall win the day; I his soldier, &c. 5 Wicked men I scorn to fear, Though they persecute me here; True they may my body kill, But my King's on Zionls hill: I his soldier, &c. 6 What a Captain I have got! Is not mine a happy lot? Hear, ye worldlings, hear my song, This the language of my tongue. I his soldier, &c. 7 When this life's short space is o'er, I shall live to die no more; Therefore will I take the sword, HYMNS. 81 Fight for Jesus Christ my Lord: I his soldier, &c. 3 Come, ye worldlings, come enlist, 'Tis the voice of Jesus Christ; Whosoever will may come, Jesus Christ refused none, I his soldier, &c. ) Jesus is my Captain's name, Now, as yesterday, the same; In his name I notice give, All who come he will receive; I his soldier, &c. Be persuaded, take his pay, All your sins he'll wash away; Now in Jesus' name believe, Future happiness he'll give: Yes, in heav'n you sure will be, Praising God eternally. HYMN 57. 5th. The happy pilgrim, CHILDREN of the heay'nly King, As ye journey sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious is his works and ways. Ye are traveling home to God, In the way the fathers trod; They are happy now, and ye Soon their happiness shall see. 82 SELECTED 3 ye banish M seed be glad! Christ our Advocate is made; Us to save our flesh assumes, Brother to our souls becomes. 4 Shout, ye little flock, and blest, You on Jesus' throne shall rest: There your seat is now prepar'd, There your kingdom and reward. 5 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand On the borders of your land; Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, Bids you undismay'd go on. 6 Lord, obediently we'll go, Gladly leaving all below; Only thou our leader be And we still will follow thee. HYMN 58. L. M. The new light, 1 COME all who are New Lights indeed, Who are from sin and bondage freed. From Egypt's land we've took our flight, For God has given us a New Light. 2 Long time we with the wicked trod, And madly ran the sinful road; Against the gospel we did fight, Scar'd at the name of a New Light. 3 At length the Lord in mercy call'd, And gave us strength to give up all; HYMNS. 83 He gave us strength to choose aright, A portion with despis'd New-lights. 4 DespisM by man, upheld by God, We're marching on the heavenly road; Loud hallelujahs we will sing, To Jesus Christ the New light's King, 5 Though by the world we are disdain'd, And have our names cast out by men; Yet Christ our Captain for us fights, Nor death, nor hell, can hurt New lights. 6 Come sinners, with us New lights join, And taste the joys that are divine; Bid all your carnal mirth adieu, Come join and be a New light too. 7 Your carnal mirth you'll count a toy, If once you know the heavenly joy, No solid joys are known below, But such as New light's feel and know. 8 I know not any sect nor part, But such as are New light's in heart; If in Christ Jesus you delight, I can pronounce you a New light. 9 For since in Christ we all are one, My soul would fain let strife alone; No prejudice can any bear, , No wrath in those that New light'9 are. 10 Thus guarded by the Lord we stand. Safe in the hollow of his hand; 84 SELECTED Nor do we scorn the New light's name, Christians are all New lights — Amen. 1 1 Amen, Amen, so let it be, Glory to God, this light we see; New light from Christ to us is given, New light will be our light in heaven. HYMN 59. L. M. A true christian's experience. 1 COME all ye saints and sinners near, Listen a while and you shall hear The wonders of Almighty grace, Which set me free to sing his praise. 2 This glorious Jesus from the sky, Thus spake to me as he pass'd by: " Awake, arise, depart and fly, Go hence, or you will surely die." 3 Mine eyes he open'd to behold The wonders I have never told; Heaven and hell within my view, And my poor soul no refuge knew. 4 I heard of Jesus, who they say Could wash a sinner's guilt away; But how to find him did not know, Nor where to meet with him below. 5 My flesh did war against my soul, Temptation did me much control; The weeping saints I could not slight, Who sought their Jesus day and night. HYMNS. 85 6 The scandal of his cross I see, That scandal it would fall on me; But still I thought I did behold 1 wanted Jesus more than gold. 7 I laid me down to take my rest. Bemoaning much my dreadful case; I thought i would for mercy wait, But then I fear'd I'd come too late. 8 I little thought he was so nigh, His speaking made me smile and cry; He said, " I'm come to you my love, 1 have a place for you above." 9 This glorious news I did believe, My sins and sorrows did me leave; My soul enrapturd in his love, In hope to dwell with him above. 10 There shall I sit and sing and tell The wonders of [mmanuel; Whilst all his saints their songs combine To praise his matchless love divine. HYMN GO. P. M. Invitation. 1 COME all who spend your youthful days. In vice and folly's flow'ry maze, In search of happiness Attend a moment and I'll show 86 SELECTED That the broad way in which you go, Is not the way to bliss. 2 Delusive pleasures lead you on, Where folly's votaries meet and throng, Some fleeting good to find; Though different objects you pusure, Yet happiness is all your view, To ease a restless mind. 5 Along the enchanted road I've walk'd, And with the different parties talk'd, Who all to me did say — True happiness we ne'er have seen, Though in pursuit we long have been In this delusive way. 4 They told me she was farther on, And if with them I'd go along, This object might obtain; 'Tvvas all a phantom soon I knew, For as I follow'd still she flew, Or else transform'd to pain. 5 I rang'd the world, I cross'd the seas, In hopes my troubled breast to ease, By pleasures yet unknown: To all amusements I have run, That's found beneath the daily sun, Till weary I have grown. 6 I* tried the cards, I tried the dice, Among the higher class of life, Here much depends on chance; I tried th' enchanting viol's sound* HYMNS. Where mirth and gaiety abound, The song, the sprightly dance. 7 From vice to vice, through folly's train, I sought and sought, but sought in vain To find true happiness. From ev'ry party where I went, I still return'd with discontent, And found 'twas all finesse. 8 Which way to look, which way to go, Which way to turn I did not know, So here I made a stand: Then lo! a heavenly guide appear'd; My soul, my heart, my mind she cheer'd, And took me by the hand. I ask'd her what her name might be; u My name is Wisdom," answer'd she, " I lead in paths of peace: Soon as the dawn of time began, Or morning stars together sang, My voice did never cease. 10 For here I stand, and cry all day To those who pass the dangerous way, Down the broad road to death. Turn ye all at my reproof," she said, " In ways of righteousness I lead To peace and happiness. 11 But of your sins you must repent: Believe in him whom God hath sent To rescue sinful men: 88 SELECTED Who left the bright abodes above; (Mov'd by compassion and by love,) Has died and rose again." 121 follow'd those directions through, And found her words were fully true In ev'ry thing she said: My mind enjoys a sweet repose, While gratitude my heart overflows To my benev'lent guide. IS At home, abroad, by night, by day; Alone, or if in company; In sickness or in health; Asleep, awake, in storms, or calms, If fortune smiles, or if it frowns, I'm happy in them all. 14 I love my God, I love his laws; I love my Saviour and his cause; I love the human race: And whilst among them here 1 stay, My prayer to God both night and uaj, Forever shall be this: 15 That all the sons of men may hear The voice that bids them all beware Of these delusive charms. O may they walk in wisdom's ways, Till years, and months, and weeks, and days. Lock them in death's cold arms. 1 6 Then some kind angel from above, Shall waft the soul on wings oi'iove, Beyond th' etherial blue; 89 And there with saints and angels praise, And strike the golden wires, to raise The song that's ever new. HYMN 61. L. M. The happy convert. 1 COME brethren, and rejoice with me, For Jesus Christ hath made me free, From that which did defile my heart, And made me from my God depart. When I by faith embraced him He fill'd my soul up to the brim, "With streams of grace and love divine, "Which proves the promises are mine; How good it is, how sweet to me, that mankind would all be free. 1 was much plagu'd with outward sin, But more with that which dwelt within, Which always barr'd my Saviour out, And kept me in distressing doubt; But all my fears are driven away, By brilliancy of gospel day, Which shines so clear, I must beliere, That 1 do in my Saviour live A life of love, a heaven below, I've not a doubt I feel it so. If more you wish to know of toe, I'm happy now. and wish to he, While 1 do in the tlesh remain, Till I return to God again; For I do feel his love roost sweet. 90 SELECTED When Mary like I at his feet, Do claim my portion of his love, Which lifts my heart to things above; He gives to me a heavenly flame, Which makes me praise his holy name. 4 How grateful then I ought to prove, For the sweet tokens ot his love, Which cheers my heart and makes me whole, And stamps his image on my soul. A debtor great, I surely be, To him whose power hath saved me; A heaven of love he hath bestow'd, Which stays my mind on him my God; And what do much increase the score, When I thank him he gives me mere. .) A happy soul indeed am I, My mind is fix'd above the sky, On tilings divine, at God's right hand, Where I shall see that friend of man, Who pleads my cause in courts above, And gives me to his heavenly love, To lit me for that blessed place, Where I'll enjoy his fullest grace; What holy joy, what heavenly bliss, To dwell where loving Jesus is! 6 Come brethren dear, whose joys abound, By hearing precious gospel sound, Cheer up your hearts, and strong believe In Jesus Christ who ever lives; For though your race is not quite run, You feel your heaven is now begun; 91 Then let us raise a holy song, And praise him as we pass along, To joys above where we shall be, Happy in vast eternity. 7 We're happy now in clogs of clay, J.tut what is this to open clay, Of glory beaming all around, Where sin and grief can ne'er be found; How happy we shall be that day, To think that we did watch and pray, And keep our garments clean, and white, Fit to appear with saints in light; Quite free, O then our j;»v> shall be, And so remain eternally. HYMN 62. C. M. 1 COME sing us one of Zion ? s songs And melody perform, And by the river Babylon, No longer sit and mourn. 2 How can i sing with heart-strings broke, Or melody perform: My airs all fled, my pleasures and My joys all mix'd with pain. 3 My harp is on the willows hung, The strings all out of tune; "Well may I sit, and sigh, and mourn, The best of friends is gone. 4 Now shall my inward joys arise, And hurst into a son?; 92 SELECTED Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleasure tunes my tongue. 5 Although my sins be scarlet red, And like a crimson gore; They shall be white as iieecy snow, And stain'd with guilt no more, HYMN 63. P. M. Dialogue on death and judgment. 1 COME think on death and judgment; Your time is almost spent; You've been a wrcatched sinner; 'Tis time that you repent. 2 " I know I've been a sinner, And wicked all my days: But when I'm old and feeble, I'll think upon my ways." 3 But hath not God commanded, By the loud voice of truth. Remember your Creator, While in the days of youth? 4 And yet the Lord hath promis'd, (" And surely I believe,) He that comes at the last hour, His penny shall receive." 5 O is there not a bounty For all who do obey? I'm sure you'll not be sorry, if you repent to day. HYMNS. 93 6 " I know there is a bounty, But still 1 do disdain To leave a world of honor, And wear a christian's name. 7 As yet I am determin'd, My youthful days to spend, In sporting; and in pleasure, Till I draw near my end/' 8 But what if death should meet you Now in your youthful days, And call for you to judgment, While in your wicked ways? 9 " When I am on a sick bed, I think I shall have time, To ask for pard'ning mercy, Though I am in my prime, 10 But what if God arrest you By his Almighty power, And send you to eternity Before another hour? 11 " I might be thus arrested, But it is seldom known; And others risk their souls like mc, So I will still go on." 12 But if you should lie down this night, Supposing all is well, And should your eyes be clos'd in death, Your soul awake in hell. >j 94 SELECTED 13 Would not your conscience tell you, When in that dreadful place, You've liv'd a life of honor. And lost the day of grace? 14 That time is now no longer; Your days in sin you've spent; Your body laid in the cold grave, Your soul to hell is sent: 15 There you must be tormented In awful pains extreme: The Saviour you've offended! How dreadful must it seem! 1 6 " My case would then be awful, I now begin to see; I pray the Lord have mercy; Have mercy Lord on me. 17 I've been so vile a sinner, And vex'd my Saviour so, Damnation is my portion; 1 sure to hell must go." 18 Look yonder, see the Saviour Hang on the cursed tree; Behold him there now bleeding, For rebeis just like thee. 19 " 1 see, I see him dying, Blood gushing from his side; But such was my rebellion, 'Twas not for me he died." ^0 hark! and hear him crying To those with sin opprest, HYMNS. 95 Come all ye heavy laden, Arid I will give you rest. 21 He offers free salvation To all who do him fear; Now he is calling for you, Poor soul arise and hear. 22 Begin the life of wisdom, In Jesus' steps move on; March to the heavenly Canaan, Where Jesus Christ is gone. I " Loud hallelujahs to the Lord, I now began to sing For Jesus is my Captain, My everlasting King. 24 Who help'd me out of misery, When I had prostrate fell; Loud hallelujahs to the Lord, He savVl my soul from hell. 25 come all you that fear the Lord, Come join with me and sing, The everlasting praises Of Jesus Christ our Kins;. 26 We'll praise him here together, Our Jesus we'll adore; And when we go to glory, We'll praise him evermore. 17 And now to him who sav'd us From everlasting death, Let our exalted praises Sound forth with evVv breath 96 SELECTED 28 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord! We'll praise him all we can; Sing glory, glory, glory, Forevermore, Amen. HYxMN 64. 5th M. Nothing can harm the follower of Christ. 1 CHRISTIANS, if your hearts be warm, Ice and snow can do no harm; If by Jesus you are priz'd, * Rise, believe, and be baptiz'd. 2 Jesus drank the gall for you, Bore the curse for sinners due; Children, prove your love to him, Never fear the frozen stream. 3 Never shun the Saviour's cross, All on earth is worthless drossj If the Saviour's love you feel, Let the world behold your zeal. 4 Fire is good to warm the soul, Water purifies the foul; Fire and water both agree; Winter soldiers never flee. 5 Ev'ry season of the year, Let your worship be sincere; When the storm prevents your roam ; Serve your gracious God at home. 6 Read his gracious word by day. Ever watching, always pray; HYMNS. b Meditate his law by night, This will give you great delight. HYMN 65. C. M. Jl view of Christ, by faith, on the cross. 1 DRAW near, my friends, rejoice with me, A Saviour I have found; A Christ who hung upon the tree, Who show'd me all his wounds. 2 When I had spent full twenty years. In vanity and pride, Then Jesus bid me to draw near, And show'd his wounded side. 3 I view'd him rack'd by sinful men, And hung upon a tree; A sweating blood, enduring pain, And groan'd and dy'd for me. I've sat and heard Christ's children tell, What comforts they did find, But never thought they felt so well, Or joys so great as mine. But when my Jesus I did view, My stubborn heart did break, Such joys before I never knew, 1 found 'twas my mistake. 3 Such peace and love, and joy I see,- My stamm'ring tongue can't tellj To think my Jesus dy'd for me, To save my soul from hell. 9 98 SELECTED 7 Whatever storms and tempests rise, My Jesus I'll pursue; And on his promises rely, And he Will bear me through. HYMN 66. C. M. Lord, look on me as thou didst on Peter. 1 DEAR Lord, I see in Peter's case, So much that's like my own, That I without thy look of grace, Forever am undone. 2 But, 0! to Peter thou didst turn, And on him kindly look; Then, he before the Lord did mourn, And then his heart was broke. 3 The flowing tears bedew'd his face, And bitterly he wept; Nor less his heart ador'd the grace, "Which him from ruin kept. 4 Lord, from the love thou didst display In setting Peter free, lam encourag'd now to pray, " O turn and look on me. o Thou know'st the state my soul was in. And dost my vileness see; Lord, as thou didst to Peter then, Now turn and look on me. HYMNS. 09 6 Like him how oft has my vile heart Basely denied thee; Do, gracious Lord, one look impart, One look on sinful me. 7 One look from thee, the rock will melt, One look will make me whole; One look will pardon all my guilt, One look will save my soul. 3 Nothing but one kind look of thine Can heal or set me free; O bless me with this beam divine, And turn, and look on me!" 9 Then while below, and when above, This my sweet song shall be, u Praise, my soul, his name, his love, Who turn'd and look'd on thee," HYMN 67. S. M. a He beheld the city and wept over it" DID Christ o ? er sinners weep? And shall our cheeks be dry? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from ev'ry eye. 2 The Son of God in tears, Angels with wonder see! Be thou astonish'd, O my soul, He shed those tears for thee. He wept that we might weep, Each sin demands a tear; 100 SELECTED In heav'n alone no sin is found And there's no weeping there. HYMN 68. The heavenly pilgrim, 1 DARK and storm v is the desert, Where poor pilgrims make their way, And beyond this vale of sorrow Lie the fields of endless day. 2 Fiends loud howling in the desert, Make them tremble as they go; And the fiery darts of satan Often lays their courage low. 3 young converts, don't you murmur At the trials of the way; Do your hearts begin to fail you? Or 3 r our vigor to decay? 4 Jesus, Jesus, he'll go with you, He will lead you to his throne, He who dy'd his garments for you, And the winepress trod alone. 5 He whose thunder shakes creation, And who makes the planets roll; He who rides upon the tempest, And his sceptre sways the whole. 6 Round him see ten thousand angels, Ready to receive command; They are ever hovering round you, Till you reach the heavenly land. HYMNS. 101 r There on ilowYy hills of pleasure, And the fields of endless rest, Love and joy and praise for ever, Ueign triumphant in each breast There the million flaming seraphs, Fly across the heavenly plain; There they sing immortxl praises, Glory, glory is their theme. ) But methinks a sweeter concert Makes the heavenly arches ring; And the song is heard in Zion, Which the angels cannot sing. W There they sing without cessation, Through the years of endless day; Glory, honor and salvation, To him who groan'd upon the tree. 11 their crowns, how bright they sparkle, Such as monarchs never wore They are gone to richer pastures, Jesus is their shepherd there. L2 Hail ye happy, blessed spirits, Death no more shall make you fear, Pain nor sorrow, grief nor anguish, Shall no more disturb you there. HYMN 69. 1 DEATH it is the King of Terror, And a terror to all Kings; Oft it fills our minds with horror, Telling us of frightful things: % 9 * 102 SELECTED Land of darkness, shades of silence, Gloomy vaults where pris'ners lie: Many thousands have been conquer'd— ■ You, alas! must shortly die. 2 Don't you see how unexpected, In my chariot I do ride; Convulsive fits, pains and sickness, Are the weapons by my side: Deaf I am to all entreaties; When commission'd, I must go, Mortal paleness on my features; Thus I give the fatal blow. o You never heard I spared any; Children, husbands, or their wives; Nor was ever brib'd by money — Physic could not save their lives; Kingdoms, countries, nor their cities, Kings, their councils, nor their slaves, None of them 1 ever pitied; Soon I'll bring them to their graves; 4 There they'll lie without distinction: Thus I boast my thousands slain; Nor can they without permission; Ever hope to rise again:— Stop, Death! boast not of vict'ry! Let me hear what Faith will say, Of one Jesus on Mount Calvary, Who died, and in the grave did lay. 5 View him rising! hear him crying, I, Death! have conquer'd you; Though your looks are so dismaying, HYMNS. 10£ Yet, my Saints, I'll bring them through: Thus the souls that are believing; May rejoice in Christ their King: Death's no more than a black curtain; Drawn to let the Saints go in. There the saints sing hallelujah; Are complete in Christ their King: — Ask the grave where is thy vict'ry? Where's the boasting monster's sting? Sin is pardon'd through the Saviour; Though the grave may vou annoy: Death's the gate to endless pleasure — The road to everlasting joy. HYMN 70. L. M. God exalted above all praise, ETERNAL pow'r! whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God; Infinite length, beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds. I The lowest step about thy seat Rises too high for Gabriel's feet; In vain the tall arch-angel tries To reach the height with wond'ring eyes. Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too; From sin and dust to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High! [ Earth, from afar, has heard thy fame; And worms have learn'd to lisp thy name, 1(U SELECTED But 0, the glories of thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts bejiind. 5 God is in heav'n, but man below; Be short our tunes; our words be few; A sacred rev'rence checks our songs. And praise sits silent on our tongue. HYMN 71. 11th M. God's providence provides for his people. 1 ELIJAH'S example declares, Whatever distress may betide The saints may commit all their cares To him who will always provide. 2 When rain long withheld from the earth. Occasional a famine of bread, The prophet, secured from the dearth, By ravens was constantly fed. 3 More likely to rob than to feed Were ravens that live upon prey: But where the Lord's people have need, His goodness will find out a way. 4 This instance to those may seem strange. Who know not how faith can prevail; But sooner all nature shall change, Than one of God's promises fail. 5 Nor is it a singular case, The wonder is often renew'd; And many may say to God's praise, By ravens he sendeth them food. HYMNS. 105 Thus worldling, though raven indeed, Though greedy and selfish their mind, If God hath a servant to feed, Against their own wills can be kind. Thus satan the raven unclean, That croaks in the ears of his saints, O'er rul'u by a power unseen, Administers oft to their wants. 8 God teaches them how to find food, From all the temptations they feel; This raven who thirsts for my blood, Hath help'd me to many a meal. 9 How safe and how happy are they AVho on the good shepherd rely! He'll give them out strength for their day, Their wants he will surely supply. 10 He ravens and lions can tame; All creatures obey his command; Then let us rejoice in his name, And leave all our cares in his hand. HYMN 72. 4th M. The beggar's prayer. I ENCOUR \G'D by thy word Of promse to the poor, Behold a beggar, Lord, Waits at thy mercy's door: No hand, no heart, O Lord bu. thine, Can help, or pity wants like mine. 106 SELECTED 2 The beggar's usual plea, Relief from men to gain, If offer M unto thee, I know thou would'st disdain; And those who move thy gracious ear, Are such as men would scorn to hear. 3 J have no right to say, That though I now am poor, Yet once there was a day When I possessed more; Thou know'st that from my very birth, I've been the poorest wretch on earth. 4 Nor dare I to profess, As beggars often do, Tho' great is my distress, My faults have been but fewt If thou should'st leave my soul to starve. It would be what 1 well deserve. 5 Nor dare I to pretend I never begg'd before, Or if thou now befriend, I'll trouble thee no more; Thou often hast reliev'd my pain, And often I must come again. 6 Though crumbs are mucb too good For such a wretch as I, No less than children's food My soul can satisfy; do not frown, and bid me go, 1 must have all thou canst bestow. HYMNS. 107 7 Nor can I willing be. Thy bounty to conceal, From others, who like me, Their wants and hunger feel: I'll tell them of thy mercy's store, And try to send ten thousand more. HYMN 73. L. M. Christ our Forerunner. 1 FAR, far beyond these lower skies, Up to the glories all his own, Where we by faith lift up our eyes There Jesus our forerunner's gone. 2 Amidst the shining hosts above, Where his bless'd smiles new pleasure gives, Where all is wonder, joy and love, There Jesus our forerunner lives. 3 High on his throne of heav'nly light, Eternal glories he sustains, Whilst saints and angels bless the sight; There Jesus our forerunner reigns. 4 There, while his course he ever runs, Glory his radiant crown entwines, And brighter than ten thousand suns, There Jesus our forerunner shines. 5 He lives, salvation to impart From sin and satan's cursed wiles, With love eternal in his heart; There Jesus our forerunner smiles. 108 SELECTED 6 Before his heav'nly Father's face, For ev'ry saint he intercedes, And, with abundance of success, There Jesus our forerunner pleads. 7 But 0, 'tis this completes the whole, And all its bliss and glory proves, That while eternal ages roll, There Jesus our forerunner loves. 8 We shall, when we in heav'n appear, His praises sing, his wonders tell; And with our great forerunuer there, For ever — Yes — for ever dwell. HYMN 74. C. M. The excellency of the holy scriptures, 1 FATHER of mercies, in thy word What endless glory shines! For ever be thy name ador'd For these celestial lines. 2 Here may the wretched sons of want, Exhau*le*s riches find; Riches above what earth can grant, . And lasting as the mind. 3, Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repast, Sublimer sweets than nature knows, Invite the longing taste. 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice, Spreads heav'nly peace around; HYMNS. 109 And life, and everlasting joys, Attend the blissful sound. 5 O may these heav'nly pages be My ever dear delight; And still new beauties may I see", And still increasing light. Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou forever near, Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour there. HYMN 75. L. M. The weary saint's farewell to the world. I FAREWELL, vain world, I must be gone, I have no home nor stay in thee; I'll take my staff and travel on, Till I a better world can see. I Why art thou loth, my heart, O why Doth thou recoil within my breast? Grieve not, but say farewell, and fly Unto the ark, my dove there's rest. > I come, my Lord, the floods arise, The waters foam, nought else but mire, My dove back to my bosom flies, Farewell, poor world, heaven's my desire, I I come, my Lord, a pilgrim's pace; Weary and weak, I slowly move; Longing, but yet can't find the place, The gladsome place of rest above. 10 110 SELECTED 5 Stay, stay, says earth whither fond one? Here is a fare, what would'st thou haver Fair world, no, thy beauty's gone: A heav'nly Canaan, Lord, I crave. 6 The ancient travellers, thus they, Weary of earth, groau'd after thee; They're gone before, I must not stay Until both thee, and them I see. 7 Put on, my soul, put on with speed. Though way be long, the end is sweet; Once more, poor world, farewell indeed* In leaving thee, my Lord I meet. HYMN 76. 11th M. Christian union. 1 FROM whence doth this union arise That hatred is conquer'd by love? It fastens our souls in such ties, That nature and time can't remove; 2 It cannot in Eden be found, Nor yet in a Paradise lost; It grows on Immanuel's ground, And Jesus' dear blood it did cost. 3 My friends they are dear unto me. Our hearts are united in love; "Where Jesus is gone we shall be. In yonder blest mansion above. 4 why then so loth now to part, Since we shall ere long meet again. HYMNS. HI EngravM on Itnmanuel's heart, At distance we cannot remain. 5 And when we shall see the bright day, And join with the angels ahove, Leaving these vile bodies of clay, United with Jesus in love. 6 With Jesus we ever shall reign, And all his bright glory shall see, Singing hallelujah, amen, Amen, even so let it be. HYMN 77. L. M. New- Year's hymn. 1 FATHER of mercies! God of love! Whose kind compassion still we prove, Our praise accept, and bless us here, As brought to thh^-another year. 2 We sing thy goodness all divine, W T hose radiant beams around us shine; 'Tjs through thy goodness we appear, Spared to this — another year. 3 What shall we render to thy namd, Or how thy glorious praise proclaim! Whose constant, kind, indulgent care Has brought us to~another year. 4 Minufes and mercies multiply'd, A constant ever flowing tide, Have closely folio wM us while here, And brought us to — another yeur. 112 SELECTED 5 Thy bounty, pity, patience too, With thankful hearts, Lord, we review; And own we've had a plenteous share, To bring us to, — another year. |6 Our souls, our all, we here resign; Make us, and keep us, ever thine; And grant, that in thy love and fear We may begin — another year. 7 Be this our sweet experience still, To know and do thine holy will; Then, shall our souls with joy sincere^ Praise thee for this— another year. 8 Help us to walk as in thy sight, With growing pleasure and delight; Then, whether life or death appear, We'll praise thee for — another year. 9 Still, Lord, through life thy love display ? And then in death's approaching day; We'll joyful part with all that's here. Nor wish on earth — another year. HYMN 78. §th M. The- young minister's farewell. I FAREWELL, my brethren, in the Lord ? The gospel sounds a jubilee; My stamm'ring tongue shall sound aloud ? From land to land, from sea to sea: And as I preach from place to place, My soul shall trust in God's free grace. HYMWS.. 113 2 Farewell, in bonds and union dear, Like strings you twine about my heart;. 1 humbly beg your earnest pray'er, Till we shall meet no more to part; Till we shall meet in worlds above, Encircled in eternal love. 3 Farewell, my earthly friends, below, Though all so kind and dear to me, My Jesus calls and I must go, To sound the gospel jubilee, To sound the joys, and bear the news, To Gentile worlds and royal Jews. 4 Farewell, young people, one and all; While God shall grant me breath to breathe, I'll pray to the eternal All, That your dear souls in Christ may live; That your dear souls preparM may be, To reign in bliss eternally. 5 Farewell to all bel'dw the sun; And as I pass in tears below, The way is straight, my feet shall run; And God will keep me as 1 go: My God will keep me in his hand, And bring me to fair Canaan's land. 6 Farewell, farewell, I look above; Jesus, my friend, to thee I call; My joy, my crown, my only love, My safeguard here, my heav'nly all! My theme to preach, my son^c to sing. Mv only joy till death, amen, 10 » 114 SELECTED HYMN 79. P. M. Nativity. 1 FROM the regions of love, Lo! an angel descended, And told the strange news, How the babe was attended, Go shepherds, and visit This wonderful stranger, With wonder and joy, See your Christ in the manger. chorus. Hallelujahs to the Lamb, Through whom we've obtain'd pardon* We'll praise him again When we pass over Jordan. 2 Glad tidings 1 bring To you and each nation; Glad tidings of joy. Now behold your salvation; When sudden a multitude Raise their glad voices, And shout the Redeemer While heaven rejoices. Hallelujah, &c» 3 Now glory to God In the highest be given, Now glory to God Is re-echoed through heavens Around the whole earth, JiYMKS. 115 Let us teil the glad story, And sing of his love, His salvation and glory. Hallelujah, &c Enraptur'd I rise With delight and desire. Such love so divine Sets my soul all on fire; Around the bright throne Hosannas are ringing, when shall I join them And ever be singing! Hallelujah, &c- Triumphantly ride In the chariot victorious, And conquer with love; O Jesus all glorious! Thy banner unfurl, Let the nations surrender And own thee their Saviour, Their King and defender. Hallelujah, &c. HYMN 80. L. M. The triumphs of grace in the desert. FROM realms where the day its first dawn- ing extends, The sun of the Gospel in glory ascends; Ye forests attend, while your children com- bine, Ip accents unusual, in transports divine. 116 SELECTED 2 Involved in uncertainty, darkness and death, The clouds of destruction hung over our path, Till yon rising splendor, enlighten'd our way, And pointed our steps to the regions of day. S A council on high has been held to enquire For help for mankind, and peace kindled the fire; Provision was made for the nations dis- tress'd, And with the rich treasure all lands shall be blest. 4 The chain of salvation let down from above Cemented by justice, and brighten'd by love, The safety of hope, the conductor of grace, Joins heaven and earth in its mighty em- brace. 5 On high see our Jesus the penitent's friend, With banners of mercy compassionate bend, Entreating the wretched, rebellious and vile, From ruin to flee and repose in his smile. 6 The Prince of salvation is coming, prepare Away in the desert his blessings to share; He comes to relieve us from sins and from woes, And bid flip dark wilderness bud like the rose. HYMKfl. 117 His reign shall extend from the east to the west, Compose all the tumults of nature to rest, The day spring of glory illumine the skies, And ages on ages of happiness rise. I The brute hearted temper of man shall grow tame, The Wolf and the Lion lie down with the lamb; The bear with.thekine shall contentedly feed, While children their young ones in harmony lead. J The serpent shall dart all his venom in vain, The wolf and the lion lie down with the lamb, The infant shall play on the hole of the asp, And smiling, the folds of the cockatrice grasp. ONo more shall the sound of the war whoop be heard, The ambush and slaughter no longer be fear'd, The tomahawk buried, shall rust in the ground, While peace and good will to the nations abound. 1 All spirit of war to the Gospel shall bow, - The bow lie unstrung at the tail of the plow, To prune the young orchard the spear shall be bent, And love greet the world with a smile of con- tent 118 SELECTED ]£ Slight tinctures of skin shall no longer en« sage, The fervor of jealousy, murder and rage: The white and the red shall in friendship be join'd, Wide spreading benevolence over mankind. 13 Hail scene of felicity, transport, and joy! When sin and vexation no more shall annoy. Rich blessings of grace from above shall be given, And life only serve as a passage to heaven. 14 Roll forward, dear Saviour, roll forward the day, When all shall submit and rejoice in tlvj sway, When white men and Indians united in praise, One vast hallelujah triumphant shall raise. HYMN 81. C. M. The mysteries of Providence. 1 GOD moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform, He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 5 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, HYMNS. 119 He treasures up liis bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread, Are big with mercy, and shall break With blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord my feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding ev'ry hour, The bud may have a bitter taste. But sweet will be the flow'r. Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain, God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. HYMN 82. L. M. The gospel of Christ. GOD, in the gospel of his Son, Makes his eternal councils known; 'Tis here his richest mercy shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines- Here sinners of an humble frame May taste his grace, and learn his name: 'Tis writ in characters of blood, Severely just, immensely good. Ii20 SELECTED 3 Here Jesus, in ten thousand ways, His soul-attracting charms displays, Recounts his poverty and pains, And tells his love in melting strains. 4 Wisdom its dictates here imparts, To form our minds, to cheer our hearts* Its influence makes the sinner live, It bids the drooping saint revive. 5 Our raging passions it controls, And comfort yields to contrite souls: It brings a better world to view, And guides us all our journey through. 6 May this blest volume ever lie, Close to my he rt and near my eye, "Till life's last hour my soul engage* And be my chosen heritage. HYMN 83. S. M. Salvation by grace. 1 GRACE! ? tis a charming sound! Harmonious to the ear! Heav'n with the echo shall resound. And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contrived a way To save rebellious man, And all the steps that grace display, Which drew the wond'rous plan-. 3 Grace first inscrib'd my name In God's eternal book; HYMN'S 'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb. Who all my sorrows took. 4 Grace led my roving feet To tread the hea'vnly road; And new supplies each hour I meet- While pressing on to God. 5 Gra ce taught my soul to pray, And made my eyes o'ei flow; 'Twas grace that kept me to this day. And will not let me go. 6 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting day^, It lays in heav'n the topmost ston<» And well deserves the praise. HYMN 84. 5th M. Longing for an interest in Christ. 1 GRACIOUS Lord, incline thine ear. My request vouchsafe to hear; Hear my never ceasing-cry. Give me Christ, or else I die. 2 Wealth and honor I disdain, Earthly comforts all are vain; These can never satisfy, Give me Christ, or else 1 die. 3 Lord deny me what thou wilt. Only ease my soul from guilt; Suppliant at thy feet I lie. Give me Christ, or etee T ifie. II 131 122 SELECTED 4 All unholy and unclean, I am nothing else hut sin; On thy mercy I rely, Give me Christ, or else I die. 5 Thou dost freely save the lost, In thy grace alone I trust; With my earnest suit comply, Give me Christ, or else I die. 6 Thou dost promise to forgive All who on thy Son believe; Lord, I know thou canst not lie, Give me Christ, or else I die. 7 Father, dost thou seem to frown, Let me shelter in thy Son; Jesus, to thine arms I fly, Gome and save me, lest I die* HYMN 85. C. M, Christian perseverance. 1 GO on, ye pilgrims, here below, In the sure paths of peace; Determin'd nothing else to know, But Jesus and his grace. 9 Observe your Leader, follow him, He through this world hath been; Oft times revil'd, but like a Lamb Did ne'er revile again. 3 take the pattern he hath giv'n, And !ove your enemies, .1VMNS. 125 And learn the only way to heav'n, Through self denial lies. 4 Contend for nothing else- but fruit That feeds th' immortal mind; For fruitless leaves no more dispute, But Jeave them to the wind. 5 Remember you must watch and pray While journeying on the road, Lest you should fall out by the way, And wound the cause of God. 6 Go on, rejoicing, night and day, Your crown is yet before; Defy the trials of the way, The storm will soon be o'er. 7 Soon we shall reach the promised land With all the ransom 'd race, And join with all the glorious band, To-sing the redeeming grace. S " There we shall bathe our weary souls. In -seas of heav'nly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across our, peaceful breast.'' HYMN €6. L. M. " What is your life?" 1 GREAT God! from thee the spirit came, Which animates this mortal frame; What is my life? a gift divine, Which should, to praise the giver, shine. 124 SELECTED 2 What is my life? a fleeting breath, A point betwixt my birth and death, A post that travels night and day — An eagle hast'ning to the prey. 5 What is my life? a scene of sin, But grace can make the leper clean; Make this brief life a time of love, And fit me for the joys above. 4 What is my life? a precious prize, Securing which, the Saviour dies; His life for mine he freely gave, And thus display'd his pow'r to save. 5 What is my life? the working hour; But, Lord, I need thy mighty pow'r; My arduous duties to fulfil, To do and suffer all thy will. 6 And when this transient flame expires, Light in my soul, celestial fires; Fill me with raptures all divine, And let an endless life be mine. HYMN 87. 5th M. Christ's ascension. 1 HAIL the day that saw him rise, Ravish'd from our wishful eyes, Christ a while to mortals giv'n, Reascends his native heav'n; There the pompous triumph waits; Lift your heads eternal gates; HYMNS. 1^1 Wide unfold the radiant scene, Take the King of glory in! 2 Him though highest heav'n receives, Still he loves the earth he leaves; Though returning to his throne, Still he calls mankind his own; Still for us he intercedes; Prevalent his deatli he pleads, Next himself prepares our place; Harbinger of human race. 3 Master (may we ever say) Taken from our head to day; See thy faithful servants, see, Ever gazing up to thee; Grant, though parted from our sight, Hi«;h above von azure height. Grant our hearts may thither rise, Foll'wiug thee above the skies. 4 Ever upward let us move, "Wafted on the wings of love, Looking when our Lord shall come, Longing, panting after home; There we shall with thee remain, Partners of thine endless reign, There thy face unclouded see, Find our heav'n a heav'n in thee. HYMN 8S. L. M. Christ a hiding place. I HAIL sovereign love! that first began The scheme to rescue fallen man; 11* l£t> SELECTED Hail matchless, free, eternal grace! That gave my soul a hiding place. 2 Against the God that built the sky, I fought with hands uplifted high, Despis'd the mansions of his grace, Too proud to seek a hiding place. S Enwrapp'd in dark Egyptian night, And fond of darkness more than light, Madly I ran the sinful race, Secure without a hiding place. 4 But lo! th' eternal counsel ran, Almighty love, arrest the man! I felt the arrows of distress, And found I had no hiding place. 5 Vindictive justice stood in view, To Sinai's fiery mount I flew; But justice cry'd with frowning face, This mountain is no hiding place. Q Hut lo! a4ieav'nly voice I heard, And mercy's angel soon appeard, She led me on a pleasing pace, To Jesus Christ'my hiding place. 7 Should seven fold storms of thunder roll, And shake the globe from pole to pole, No thunder bolts can daunt my face, Since Jesus is my hiding place. 3 For us he deign'd in flesh to dwell, For us o'ercame the pow'rs of hell, HYMNS. 127 He dy'd for all the sinful race, And made himself a hiding place. 9 A few more rolling suns at most, Will land me on fair Canaan's coast, Where I shall sing the song of grace, Safe in my glorious hiding place. HYMN 8~>. 12th M. Christ a physician, 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 snatch'd me from the grave, To tell to all around me His wondVous power to save. 2 The worst of all diseases Is light compar'd to 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 thought a cure to gain; But this prov'd more distressing, And added to my pain: Some said that nothing ail'd me. 128 SELECTED Some gave me up for lost: Thus ev'ry refuge faiSM me, And all my hopes were cross'*]. 4 At length this great Physician, (How matchless is his grace!) Accepted w.y petition, And undertook my case. First gave me sight to view him, For sin my eyes had sea I'd, Then hade me look up to him; I look'd, and I was heuFd. 5 \ dying risen Jesus, Seen by an eve of tluth, At once from an<;ui*h 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 Jive. HYMN 90. l\ M. Faithful redemption. 1 H \RK! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary! See! it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky! " It is Unish'd! It is finish^!" Hear the dying Saviour cry! 2 It is finish 'd! O what pleasure Doth these charming words afford; Heavenly blessings without measure HYMNS. 129 Flow to us from Christ the Lord. It is finish'd! It is finished! Saints the dying words record. Finish'd all the types and shadows, Of the prophesying law! Finish'd all that God had promis'd! Death and hell no more shall awe. It is finish'd! It is finish'd! Saints from hence your comforts draw. [Happy souls approach the table, Taste the soul reviving food; Nothing half so sweet and pleasant As the Saviour's flesh and blood, It is finish'd! It is finish'd! Christ has borne the heavy load.] Tune your harps anew ye seraphs, Join to sing the pleasant theme; All on earth and all in heaven, Join to praise Immanuel's name! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Glory to the bleeding Lamb! HYMN 92. Tlie Head of the church, her joy. HEAD of the church triumphant, We joyfully adore thee; Till thou appear, thy members here Shall sing like those in glory: We lift our hearts and voices, With blest anticipation; 130 SELECTED And cry aloud, and give to God The praise oi our salvation. £ While in affliction's furnace, And passing through the lire, Thy love we praise, which knows no days, And ever brings us higher; We lift our heads exulting In thine almighty favor; The love divine, which made us thine, Can keep us thine forever. S Thou doth conduct thy people, Through torrents of temptation; Nor will we fear while thou art near. The fire of tribulation; The world with sin and satan, In vain our march opposes, By thee we shall break through them all, And sing the song of Moses. 4 By faith we see the glory, To which thou shalt restore us; The cross despise, for that high prize, Which thou hast set before us; And if thou count ns worthy, We each as dying Stephen, Shall see thee stand at God's right hand, To take us up to heaven. HYMN 92. 20th M. frecious promises, or the saint's foundation. I HOW firm a foundation ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word? HYMN'S. Jo I What more can he say than to you he hath said? You, who unto Jesus for refuge have lied. 2 In ev'ry condition, in sickness, in health, In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth; At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, " As thy days may demand, shall thy strengtii ever be." 3 " Fear not, I am with thee, be not dis niay'd; I. lam thy God and will still <»ive tine aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand. Upheld by my righteous omnipotent band. 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. £ When thro' fiery trials thy path-way shall lie, My srace all sufficient shall be thy supph: The Same shall not hurt ihee, I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to re- fine. 6 Even down to old age, all my people shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; 1,52 SELECTED And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. 7 The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose? I will not, I will not desert to his foes; That soul tho' all hell should endeavor to shake, Vll never — no never — no never forsake." HYMN 93. 11th M. «7V*o charms in nature, when Jesus is not seen* 1 HOW tedious and tasteless the hour, When Jesus no longer I see; Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers, Have all lost their sweetness to me. 2 The mid summer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay! But when I am happy with him, December's as pleasant as May. 3 His name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice; His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice. 4 I should were he always thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear; No mortal so happy as I; My summer would last all the year. 5 Content with beholding his free, My all to bis pleasure resign: HYMNS. No changes of seasons or place, Would make any change in my miniL 6 While bless'd with a sense of his love, In palaces joy would appear; And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there. 7 Lord, if I indeed now am thine, And thou art my sun and my song; Say, why do I languish and pine, And why are my winters so long? 3 O drive those dark clouds from the sky, Thy soul cheering presence restore, Or take me unto thee on high, W r here winter and clouds are no more. HYMN 94. 25d M. Tlie happiness of a saint in obedience, HOW happy are they Who the Saviour obey, And have laid up their treasure above'. Tongue cannot express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love. That comfort was mine, When the favor divine I first found in the Wood of the Lamb? When my heart it believ'd, What a joy I receiv'd, What a heav'n in Jesus* name! n 134 SELECTED 3 'Twas an heav'n below My Saviour to know: The angels could do nothing more Than to fail at his feet, And the story repeat, And the lover of sinners adore. 4 Jesus ail the day long, Was my joy and my song; that all "his salvation might see! Fie hath lov'd me, I cry'd, He hath sufter'd and dy'd, To redeem such a rebel as me. 5 On the wings of his love, I was carried above All sin, and temptation, and pain; i could not believe That I ever should grieve, That 1 ever should suffer again. HYMN 95. C. M. Happy fvailty. 1 HOW meanly dwells th' immortal mind, How vile these bodies arc! Why was a clod of earth design'd T' enclose a heav'nly star? 2 WVak cottage where our souls reside; This flesh a toftVing wall; With frightful breaches gaping wide, Tho building bends to fall. 3 All round it storms of trouble blow, And waves of sorrow roll. HYMNS. 155 Cold waves and winter storms beat through, And pain the tenant soul. Alas! how frail our state! said T, And thus went mourning on, Till sudden from the cleaving sky, A gleam of glory shone. j My soul all felt the glory come, And breath'd her native air; Then she remember'd heav'n her home, And she a pris'ner here. Straight she began to change her key, And joyful in her pains, She sang the frailty of her clay In pleasurcable strains. How wt'ak the pris'n is where I dwell; Flesh's but a tott'ring wall; The breaches cheerfully foretell The house must shortly fall. 8 No more, toy friends, shall I complain, Though all my heart strings ache; Welcome disease, and ev'ry pain That makes the cottage shake. 3 Now let the tempest blow all round, Now swell the surges high, And beat this house of bondage down, To let the pris'ner fly. 10 I have -i mansion built above. By the eternal hand, 136 SELECTED And should the earth's old basis move, My heav'nly house must stand. 11 Hark! from on high the Saviour calls, I come, my Lord my love; Devotion breaks the prison walls, And speeds my last remove. HYMN 96. S M. The barren tree, 1 HERE stands a barren tree, That's cumber'd long the ground: Though many branches on it be, But yet no fruit is found. 2 Deceitful here it grows, While it doth well abound "With many leaves and thousand blows.; But yet no fruit is found. S Long hath the husbandman, Been searching it around, And prun'd it with a gentle hand, But yet no fruit is found, 4 And when he did appear To cut the barren down, He spares it still another year, But yet no fruit is found. 5 Kind Husbandman draw near, Nor yet upon it frown; But spare it still another year, Till fruit thereon be found. HYMN 97. S. M. Retirement. 110W sweet my minutes roll At home, or when abroad; "While holding converse with my soul. My Saviour and my God. Adieu, ye busy streets, Ye scenes of mirth and noise; The silent hour, the still retreat, Have more substantia! joys. On contemplation's wings, Can rise the active mind; Explore with joy celestial things, And leave the world behind. What raptures fire the breast, While God and heav'n are near! I seem to stand among the blest, And joys divine appear! Creation smiles around, The scene is peace and love; The groves and lawns with music sound, From angel's songs above. happy solitude, The silent still retreat! No earthly passions here obtrude, The world's beneath my Feet. In such a state as this, My soul would joyful rest, 12* 138 SELECTED Till rais'd to yonder land of bliss, To be more richly bless'd. HYMN 98. C. M. The preacher's life. 1 HOW arduous is the preacher's fight! What pangs his vitals feel! To preach the gospel day and night, To heart* as hard as steel. 2 While some blaspheme and show their spite ; And mock at all they hear; Others in chase of vain delight, Like adders stop the ear. S To heav'n he turns Kis weeping eyes To antidote despair, With broken heart and longing cries. He tries th' effect of prayer. 4 If, God propituous, hear his cry, And some small fruit appear; How soon the hopeful prospects die, How short the jubile year. 5 When sinners hear the Saviour's voice And feel the pow'r divine, The preacher's heart and soul rejoice To see the gospel shine. 6 What courage, faith, and holy zeal Transport his ravish'd breast! What inward joy his spirits feel To see his labors bless'd! HYMNS. 139 7 But ah! how short the shining day; How soon the night appears! All those of Asia turn away, How gloomy then his tears! 3 Good God! he cries with anxious breast, Are ail my labours vain? Must all the lambs and sheep of Christ Turn goats and wolves again! HYMN 99. L. M. Christ dying, rising, and reigning. HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! I Come, saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood! i Here's love and grief beyond degree! The Lord of glory dies for men! But lo! what sudden joys we see! Jesus the dead revives again! The rising God forsakes the tomb; Up to his Father's courts he flies; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies. 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliv'rer reigns: 14^ SELECT*^ $ing how he spoil'cJ the hosts of hell. And led the monster, deathj in chains. 6 Say, " live for ever, wond'rous King;, Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster, " vvhere's his stingy And where's thy victVy boasting grave." HYMN 100. C. M. " My flesh is meat indeed, <$j*c." 1 HERE at thy table. Lord, we meet, To feed on food divine: Thy body is the bread we eat, Thy precious blood the wine. 2 He that prepares this rich repast, Himself comes down and qies; And then invites us thus to feast Upon the sacrifice. S The bitter torments he endur'd Upon the shameful cross, For U3, his welcome guests, procurM These heart-reviving joys. 4 His body torn with rudest hands, Becomes the finest bread; And with the blessings he commands, Our noblest hopes are fed. 5 His blood that from each op'ning vein In purple torrents ran, Hath fili'd this cup with gen'rous wine ; '' That cheers hot!) Cod and man. HYMNS. 14l 5 Sure there was never love so great Dear Saviour, so divine! "Well thou may'st claim that heart of me, Which owes so much to thine. HYMN 101. C M. Night thought How can I sleep, when angels sing, And all the saints on high Cry glory to th' eternal King, The Lamb that once did die! \ When guardian angels fill the room, And hov'ring round my bed, Clap their glad wings in love to him Who is my glorious head. O how can I inactive lie, And thoughtless all the night, When those celestial spirits praise The Lord with all their might! | Those joyful spirits never sleep; Their love is always new; Then, O my soul, no "longer cease To love and praise him too. For I of all the race that fell, Or all the heav'nly host, Have greatest cause with humble soul, To love and praise him most. ( Did God the Father love men so, As to bestow his Son 142 SELECTED A ransom, sinners to redeem, And save from wrath tp come! 7 Did Jesus leave the Father's breast, That heav'n of heav'ns on high, And come to earth, this world of woe, For guilty men to die? 8 And has the Holy Ghost apply'd The blood of Christ to me. To cleanse my guilty soul from sin, And set my spirit free? 9 With me, beav'u and earth, admire,. Who am of all the race The chiefest sinner, and deserve In hell the hotest place. 10 Yet mercy here and truth can meet, And God can justify, Through Jesus Christ's most precious blood, So vile a wretch as I. 11 No longer then will I lie here, But rise, to praise and pray; And join to sing, while I enjoy A glimpse of Ueav'nly day. 12 I'll view the glories of the Lamb, And serve him all my days: For what he in his essence is, JVly soul shall sing his praise. 13 His glories bind my soul lo him* While them by faith 1 see, For which adore him, O my soul,, And for his gifts to thee. HYMNS. 143 14 Thanks to the Father for the Son; To Christ for righteousness; And to the Holy Spirit, who Bestow'd this heav'nly dress. 15 Lord, give me strength to die to sin, And run the christian race To live to God, and glorify The riches of his grace. 16 My lovely Jesus, while on earth, Arose before 'twas day, And to a solitary place Departed there to pray. 17 I'll do as did my blessed Lord, His footsteps I will trace; I long to meet him in the grove, And view his smiling faee. 18 And when my soul hath found my love, I'll let him go no more; But bring him to my Father's house, That all may him adore. !9 Now let all drowsiness be gone, Let me enjoy my Lord, And let my mind be swallow'd up In his eternal word. 20 If meditations alTdivine At midnightfilf my soul, Sleep shall no longer all my pow'rs And faculties control. 144 SELECTED 21 But I'll arise, and sing and pray, And spend such hours of joy In praising him whose glorious name My heart and tongue employ. 22 Yet if my nature should require In sleep a little rest; Dear Jesus, let it be no more Than thou shalt think it best. HYMN 102 7th M. Living water is the gift of Christ. 1 HAPPY the humble souls that know The living water's gentle flow, And feel its quick'ning pow'r: They cease to thirst for creature streams. Their hopes of bliss from airy dreams Are fled, and known no more. 2 This water y from the filth of sin. Cleansing the soul, abides within, A principle divine: Like an o'erflowing spring 'twill rise> It cannot stay below the skies, But heavenward will incline. 3 Jesus declares it is his gift! Sinners to him your hearts uplift In love and humble faith: On you this water he'll bestow; By sweet experience you shall know The truth of what he saith. HYMNS. 145 4 A well of water they receive, Who in the living fountain lave, Immers'd in heav'nly love; A foretaste of that vig'rous joy, Which shall increase without alloy, And raise the song above. 5 No soul thus bless'd with living grace Can't fail in heav'n to find its place; Tho' satan's rage and strife Are rais'd against the weakest saint. Who seems with fear almost to faint For Christ gives endless life! 6 may I never turn aside From Jesus, but with him abide; All blessings will he give: His lrve flows like the rising tide, An ocean large, and deep, and wide! 'Tis on his grace I live. HYMN 103. The gospel trumpeter s. ] I HARK! listen to the trumpeters, They call for volunteers; On Zion's bright and flow'ry mount, Behold their officers. Their garments white, their armour bright, With courage bold they stand; Enlisting soldiers for their King To march to Canaan's land. 146 SELECTED 2 It sets my heart all in a flame, A soldier for to be; I will enlist, gird on my arms, And fight for liberty, We want no cowards in our bands, Who will their colours fly; We call for valiant hearted men, Who're not afraid to die. 3 To see our armies on parade, How martial they appear; All arm'd and dress'd in uniform, They look like men of war, They follow their great General, The great eternal Lamb, His garments stain'd with his own blood? Christ Jesus is his name. 4 The trumpet sounds, the armies shout, We'll drive the hosts of hell: How dreadful is our God indeed, The great Jmmanuel. Sinners enlist with Jesus Christ, The glorious Son of God, And march with us to Canaan's land, Beyond the swelling flood. 5 There on a green and flow'ry mount, Where fruits immortal grow; Where saints and angels rob'd in white, And their Redeemer know. We'll sing and shout for ever more, In that eternal world, When satan and his armies too, Shall down to hell be hurl'd. HYMNS* 147 6 Lift up your hearts ye soldiers bold * Redemption's drawing nigh; We soon shall hearth* arch-angel's voice, That shakes both earth and sky. In flaming chariots we shall rise And leave this world on fire; And there surround the glorioxs throne. And join the heavenly choir. HYMN 104. L. M. JVeu? years day hymn. 1 HAIL, the new year, that's now begun; Now let us all to God return; From sinful ways may we all cease, And with each other live in peace. 2 While thousands have been call'd away, We still yet live to see this day; With thanks to God then all draw near, And celebrate the happy year. S Now let us all to God repair, And after solemn praise and prayV, Thus may we all to him draw near, And celebrate the happy year. 4 Let us forsake all vice and sin, And the new year with God begin; Then with great joy we shall appear^ To celebrate the happy year. 148 SELECTED 5 Then truly happy such will be, Who from all sin do always flee, And unto Christ will now give ear, Such do we wish a happy year. 6 All those who see their undone state, And all do leave for Jesus' sake; To such we can with joy sincere, Wish them a joyful happy year. 7 And those who are now born again, And in Christ Jesus do remain; All such indeed (we need not fear) Will sure enjoy a happy year. 8 As true religion which we find, Gives solid peace unto the mindl Professors of it will appear, To wish us all a happy year. HYMN 105. C. M. The true penitent. 1 IN evil long I took delight, Unaw'd by shame or fear: Till a new object struck my sight, And stopp'd my wild career. £ I saw one hanging on a tree, In agonies of blood; He fix'd his languid eyes on me, As near his cross I stood. 3 Sure never till myJatest breath, Shall 1 forget that look; HYMNS. 149 He seem'd to charge me with his death, Tho' not a word he spoke. I My conscience felt and own'd the guilt, And plung'd me in despair; I saw my sins his blood had spilt, And help'd to nail him there. > Alas! I knew not what I did; But now my tears are vain; Where shall my trembling soul be hid, For I the Lord have slain. 5 A second look he gave, which said I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ransom paid, I die, that thou may'st live. 1 With pleasing grief, and mournful joy, My spirit now was fill'd; That I should such a life destroy, Yet live by him I kill'd. HYMN 106. L. M. The glorious mystery, I IT is a glorious mystery, That ever I should saved be; No heart can think, no tongue can tell, Why God should save lost souls from helh I Great mystery, who can tell why That Christ for sinners e'er should die? But here's a greater mystery, That he should ever die for me, 13* 150 SELECTED 3 Great mystery, I do behold, That God should ever save a soul; But here's a greater mystery, That he bestow'd his grace on me. 4 Great mystery, that Christ should place His love on sinful Adam's races But here's a greater mystery, That he should set his love on me. 5 Why W as I not still left behind, With thousand others of mankind, Who 1 run the dang'rous, sinful race, And die and never taste his grace? 6 Why was I made to'hear thy voice, And enter while there's room, When thousands make a wretched choice^ And rather die than come? 7 No mortal can a reason find; 'Tis mercy free, and grace divine; It is a glorious mystery And will be so eternally. HYMN 107. S. M. " When I would do good, evil is present with me. ry 1 I WOULD, but cannot sing, I would, but cannot pray; For satan meets me when I try, And frights my soul away. 2 I would but can't repent, Though I endeavour oft, This stony heart will ne'er relent^ Till Jesus makes it soft. HYMN'S. 151 S I would, but cannot love, Though woo'd by love divine, No arguments have pow'r to move A soul so base as mine. 4 I would but cannot rest In God's most holy will; 1 know what he appoints is best, Yet murmur at it still. 5 could I but believe! Then all would easy be; I would, but cannot— Lord, relieve, My help must come from thee! 6 But if indeed I would, Though I can nothing do, Yet the desire is something good, For which thy praise is due. 7 By nature prone to ill, Till thine appointed hour, I was as destitute of will, As now I am of pow'r. 8 Wilt thou not crown at length, The work thou hast begun? And with a will afford me strength, In all thy ways to run. HYMN 108. C. M. f How can I sing the Lord's song in a strangs land? v 1 I SOJOURN in a vale of tears, Alas! how can I sing! 152 SELECTED My harp doth on the willows hang, Distun'd in every string. 2 My music is a captive's chain! Harsh sounds my ears do fill; How shall I sing sweet Zion's song, On this side Zion's hill. 3 Yet lo! I hear the joyful sound, Surely I'll quickly come; Each word much sweetness doth distill* Like a full honey comb. 4 And dost thou come, my dearest Lord, And dost thou surely come, And dost thou surely quickly come? Methinks I am at home. 5 Come then, my dearest, clearest Lord, My sweetest, surest friend; Come, for I loath these Keder tents; The fiery chariot send. 6 What have I in this barren land, My Jesus is not here; My soul can never rest until My Jesus doth appear. 7 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. HYMNS. 153 HYMN 109 L. M. Prayer answered by crosses, 1 I ASK'D the Lord that I might grow, In faith and love and ev'ry grace; Might more of his salvation know, And seek more earnestly his face. 2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, And he I trust has answer'd pray'r; But it has been in such a way, As almost drove me to despair. 3 I hfcp'd that in some favor'd hour, At once he'd grant me my request; And by his love's constraining pow'r, Subdue my sins and give me rest. 1 Instead of this he made me feel The hidden evils of my heart; And let the angry pow'rs of hell Assault my soul in ev'ry part. J Yea more, with his own hand he seem'd Intent to aggravate my woe, Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd, Blasted my hopes and laid me low. i Lord, why is this, I trembling cry'd, Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death? " 'Tis this way," the Lord reply'd, " I answer pray'r for grace and faith." " These inward trials I employ, From self and pride to set thee free, 154 SELECTED To break thy schemes of earthly joy, That thou may'st seek thy all in me." HYMN 110. S. If. The expiring saint. 1 X SEE the pleasant bed Where lies the dying saint: Though in the icy arms of death, He utters no complaint. 2 His aspect is serene; He smiles in joyful hope; He knows that arm on which he rests Is an unfailing prop. 5 He lifts his eyes in love To his Almighty friend, Whose pow'r from e\ J ry fear secures, And guards him to the end. 4 He speaks of dying love, Which his kind Lord display'd; And trusts, though conquer'd now by death He shall like him be made. 5 He knows his Saviour dy'd, And from the dead arose; He looks for vict'ry o'er the grave, And death, the last of foes. 6 His happy soul is wash'd In sin-atoning blood: Exulting in eternal love, He wings his way to God. HYMN* 155 7 Is this the Messed end Of those who love the Lord? Then will I leave the sinner's way And hear the Saviour's word. 8 The Saviour's word of grace Is strong the soul to save: On him III trust in life and death. And triumph o'er the grave. HYMN ill. L. If. John Baptist* s preaching. 1 IN Juda's dreary wilderness. The herald Baptist preaching came, Commissioned from the Father's throne To teach repentance in his name. 2 His raiment was of camel's hair, A leathern girdle 'bout his loins; Locust and honey were his meat. And gospel baptism he enjoins. 5 " Ye who of Abrah'm are the seed, Who look for blessings in his name, Of sin repent — believe in Christ — This ordinance you then may claim. 4 In the new kindom of our Lord No claims like your's can e'er be known: Your hearts must be renew'd by grac«, Or you will feel God's righteous frown. 5 Unto the root of ev'ry tree Tne axe of justice now is laid: 156 SELECTED Fruits, of repentance meet, bring forth, Or all your branching hopes will fade. 6 In Jesus' winn 1 wing hand is held His fan; his floor he'll thoroughly purge; Into his garner bring the wheat, And burn the chaff with fiery rage." 7 Praise to the spirit's wond'rous grace, Who led me to the bleeding Lamb, Who taught my soul in him to trust By faith in his most glorious name. 8 Baptiz'd with him beneath the wave, Each of his steps I long to trace; In all his ways my soul delights, When quicken'd by his sovereign grace, HYMN 112. 6th M. Christ baptized in Jordan. 1 IN Jordan's tide the baptist stands, Immersing the repenting Jews; The Son of God the rite demands, Nor dares the holy man refuse; Jesus descends beneath the wave, The emblem of his future grave. 2 Wonder, ye heav'ns! your Maker lies In deeps conceai'd from human view; Ye saints, behold him sink and rise; A fit example this for you: The sacred record while you read* Aids you to imitate the deed. HYMNS. 157 3 But lo! from yonder opening skies, What beams of dazzling glory spread! Dove like th' Eternal Spirit Hies, And lights on the Redeemer's head; Amaz'd they see the power divine. Around the Saviour's temples shine. 4 But hark, my soul, hark and adore! What sounds are those that roil along, Not like loud Sinai's awful roar, But soft and sweet as Gabriel's song: *' This is my well beloved Son, I see well pleased what he has done." 5 Thus the eternal Father spoke. Who shakes creation with a nod; Through parting skies the accents broke, And bid us hear the Son of God: hear the awful word to day; Hear, all ye nations, and obey! HYMN HS. 19th M. Self consecration, 1 IT grieves me, Lord, it grieves me sore That I have liv'd to thee no more, And wasted half my days: My inward pow'rs shall burn and flame With zeal and passion, for thy name; 1 would not speak but for my God, Nor move but to his praise. £ What are my eyes but aids to see The glories of the Deity, InscribM with beams of light 14 158 SELECTED On fiow'rs and stars? Lord, I behold The shining azure, green ami gold; But when 1 try to read thy name, A dimness veils my sight. 3 My ears are rais'd when Virgil sings Sicilian swains, or Trojan kings, And drink the music in: Why should the trumpet's brazen voice, Or oaten reed awake my joys, And yet my heart so stupid be, When sacred hymns begin? 4 Change me God, my flesh shall be An instrument of song to thee, And thou the notes inspire: My tongue shall keep the heav'nly chime, My cheerful pulse shall beat the time, A nd sweet variety of sound Shall in thy praise conspire. 5 The dearest nerve about my heart, Should it refuse to bear a part, With my melodious breath, I'd tare away the vital cord, A bloody victim to my Lord, And live without that impious string, Or show my zeal in death. HYMN 114. 7th M. The complainer reformed. 1 I SET myself against the Lord, Despis'd his spirit and his word, And wish'd to take his placej HYMNS. 15D It vex'd mc so, that I must die, And perish too eternally, Or else be sav'd by grace. 2 Of ev'rv preacher I'd complain— One spake thro' pride, and one for gain, Another's learning small: One spake too fast, and one too slow; One pray'd too loud, and one too low — Another had no call. 3 Some walk too straight to make a show; While others far too crooked go; And both of these 1 scorn: Some odd fantastic motion make; Some stoop too low, some stand too straight, No one is faultless born. 4 With no professor I could join; Some dress'd too mean, and some too fine. And some would talk too long; Some had a tone, some had no gift, Some talk'd too slow, and some too swift, And all of them were wrong. 5 I thought they'd better keep at home, Than to exhort where'er they come, And tell us of their joys: They'd better keep their gardens free From weeds than to examine me, And vex me with their noise. 6 Kindred and neighbors too were bad, And no true friend was to be had; 160 SELECTED My rulers too were vile; At length I was reduc'd to see, The fault did mostly lie in me, And had done all the while. 7 The horrid load of guilt and shame, Being conscious too I was to blame, Did wound my frighted soul; I've sinn'd so much against the Lord, Despis'd his goodness and his word, How can I be made whole? 8 " Why, there is balm in Gilead, And a physician may be had, And balsam too most free: Only believe on God's dear Son? Through him the victory is won— ^ Christ Jesus dy'd for thee." 9 Christ's free love, a boundless sea* What, to expire for such as me? " Yes 'tis a truth divine; My heart did melt, my soul o'er run AVith love, to see what God had done For souls so vile as mine. 10 Now I can hear a child proclaim The joyful news, and bless the name Of Jesus Christ, my King; I scorn no sect — the saints are one: With my complaints I now have done- And God's free grace I sing. HYMNS. 161 HYMN 115. 19th M. Converse with Christ. 1 I'M tir'd with visits, modes and forms, And fiatt'ries paid to fellow worms; Their conversation cloys: Their vain amours and empty stuft) But I can ne'er enjoy enough Of thy dear company, my Lord, Thou life of all my joys. 2 When he begins to tell his love, Through ev'ry vein my passions move, The captives of his tongue: In midnight shades on frosty ground, I could attend the pleasing sound! Nor should I feel Decembers cold. Nor think the darkness long. S There while I hear my Saviour God Count o'er the sins (a heavy load!) He bore upon the tree, Inward I blush with secret shame, And weep, and love, and bless the name That knew no guilt nor grief his own, But bore them all for me. 4 Next he describes the thorns he wore, And talks his bloody passions o'er, Till lam drown'd in tears; Yet, with the sympathetic smart, There's a strange joy beats round my hear' 14* 162 SELECTED The cursed tree has blessings in't: My sweetest halm it bears. 5 I hear the glorious suffVer tell How on the cross he vanquish'd hell, And all the powVs beneath: Transported and inspired my tongue Attempts his triumph in a song; How has the serpent lost his sting! And where's thy vict'ry death? 6 But when he shows his hands and heart, With those dear prints of dying smart, He sets my soul on fire: Not the beloved John could rest With more delight upon that breast; Nor Thomas pry into those wounds, With more intense desire. 7 Kindly he opens me his ear, And bids me pour my sorrows there, And tell him all my pains: Thus while I ease my burden'd heart, In ev'ry woe he bears a part; His arms embrace me, and his hand My drooping head sustains. HYMN 116. L. M. Tke holy war. I I'VE 'listed in the holy war, Eternal life, eternal joy, And grace more boundless than the seas, Is the reward that I receive. ' HYMNS. 163 2 Under my Captain Jesus Christ, I've 'listed for and during life, To fight against the pow'rs of hell, In favor of Immanuel. 5 My GenVal is the great I AM, Against whose pow'r no one can stand; But all before his sword shall fall, For he hath pow'r to conquer all. 4 My Captain he is mild and meek, He gently favors all the weak; His servants are all chosen peers, And all his soldiers volunteers* 5 From day to day with living bread, And good provisions i am fed, Which 1 crraw from free grace's store. Together with ten thousand more. 6 I'm harnest out with sword and shield, And I will never quit the field; Thro' Christ my Lord the vict'ry's won. Then, O my soul, put courage on. 7 I'll yield obedience to his laws, Nor flinch in such a glorious cause, But in his service will abide. To fight upon ImmanuePs side. 8 I've listed and I mean to fight, Till all my foes are put to fii^M: Though wars and fightings now increase- Soon I shall see the land of peace. 9 ^fy foes are sin, and self, and pride, find unbelief, which crcci fv'd 164 SELECTED The Lord of glory, Jesus Christ, Who gives the dying shiner life. 10 Christ is my wisdom, and my strength, And I shall overcome at length, And triumph ever satan's host, Arid then arrive at Cannaan's coast. 11 I've fought through many battles sore, And I must fight through many more; My soul shall trust in Jesus name, None in the holy wars are slain. 12 I have a sword, which, when I wield, The stoutest foe doth quickly yield; The word of God which e'er prevails, Eternal truth, that never fails. IS Come, fellow sinners, come enlist. It is the only way to bliss; Come, try the service of the Lord, And heav'n shall be your great reward. HYMN UZ. 51st M. The preacher's address to his hearers. 1 I AM hath sent me to you, For to declare what he hath done.: My errand is like angels, Who told the shepherd of his Son; And if you will believe me, I have no other news to tell, Than Jesus hath dy'd for you, To save you from a burning hell. HYMNS. 165 2 Although I am a stranger, You've come to hear me preach anil pray, I hope there is no Come draw when you're weary, and drink when you're dry. It was for the needy that Jesus did die. 5 If you are distress'd with mountains of guilt, () wash in this fountain that Jesus hath spilt: You need not go mourning for sin very long, Believe in your Saviour, and sing the new song. 6 The song of salvation, it is so divine, There's music and melody in ev'ry line: "Twas sung by the Hebrews when deliv'rance they tound, "When Simeon finds Jesus, sweet praises do sound. 7 There is a day coming in which saints shall sing Sweet anthems of praises to Jesus our king, Then we shall mount up from all sorrow and pain, The kingdom of heaven eternally gain. 3 O sinners we're trav'ling to yonder bright world, From which, by transgression, the angels were hurl'd; We bid you a final, eternal farewell, Unless you're converted, you will sink to hell. 15* 174 SELECTED 9 Awake poor sinner! awake from your sin! But if jou will slight us again and again, Tho' sorry to leave you, and for you we'll P»*ay, When God speaks your sentence — Amen we must say. HYMN 122. L. M. The cup which my Father hath given me, shall Inot drink it? 1 IS this unpleasing cup now given, By thee, my Father, Lord of heaven? let me then in silence stand, And meekly take it at thy hand. ■2 If thou wilt help me to believe, 1 can this bitter draught receive; Though mix'd with wormwood and with gall ? My soul in faith can drink it all. 3 Thou know'st I am but feeble dust, To apt thy goodness to distrust; But let no darkness veil my mind, Let me not think my God unkind. 4 Still, Saviour, let me see thy face, And rest my soul in thine embrace; Send down fresh cordials from above, And mix this woe with signs of love. 5 Dost thou not bear thy children^ grief? Then I from thee shall gain relief; Yes. by thy grace and love divine, Though all unworthy. I am thine.' HYMNS. 17 6 Vengeance is not prepar'd for me, My cup of wrath was drank by thee! O let my soul forbear to frown, And drink this milder mixture down. 7 Lord, while its bitter flavour last, Let thy rich love be my repast; « Oft as the taste return again, Let heavenly joys absorb the pain. HYMN 123. C. M. Address to all. 1 I SING a song which doth belong To all the human race, Concerning death, which steals the breath, And blasts the comely face. 2 Come listen all unto my call, Which I do make to-day, For you must die as well as I, And pass from hence away. 3 No human power can stop the hour. Wherein a mortal dies; A Ceesar may be great to-day, Yet death may close his eyes. 4 Though some do strive and do arrive To riches and renown; Enjoying health, and swim in wealth, Yet death will bring them down. 5 Though beauty grace your comely face, With roses white and red, 1*6 SELECTED A flying fall will spoil it all, For Absalom is dead. 6 Though you require the best attire, Appearing fine and fair, Yet death will come into the room* And strip you of them there. 7 For princes high and beggars die, And mingle with the dust; The rich, the brave, the poorest slave. The wicked and the just. HYMN 124. L. M. The believer's wish* 1 I WANT not India's pearly shore; I want the joys of earth no more; I want to quit each vain delight; 1 want to walk with Christ in white. 2 I want to know my Saviour's love; i Want to fix my heart above; I want more grace to conquer sin; I want to feel new life within. 3 I wantChrist's robe of righteousness; 1 want that bright and glorious dress; I want to lay my own aside; 1 want to fiy from legal pride. 4 I want to lean on Jesus' breast, And feel him ray eternal rest; 1 want the spirit'* purging fire; More faith, more love to raise me higher. IIYMX3. 177 5 I want with Jesus to sit down; I long to wear my heav'nly crown; I want the kingdom promis'd me; I want, O Christ, nought else but thee. HYMN 125. 22d M. Christ's crucifixion, 1 JESUS drinks the bitter cup, The wirie press treads alone, Tears the graves and mountains up, By his expiring groan; Lo! the powers of neav'n he shakes, Nature in convulsion lies, Earth's profoundest centre quakes, The great Jehovah dies. 2 Dies the glorious cause of all, Th' eternal great I am; Falls to raise us from our fall, To ransom sinful man; Well might Sol withdraw his light, "With the suff'rer sympathize, Leave the world in sudden night, While his Creator dies. 3 my God he dies for me, I feel the mortal smart! See him hanging on the tree, A sight that breaks my heart! O that all to him might turn! Sinners, ye may love him too, Look on him ye piere'd, and mourn For one who bled for you. 178 SELECTED 4 Weep o'er your desire and hope With tears of humble love; Sing, for Jesus is gone up, And reigns euthron'd above; Lives our Head to die no more, Pow'r is all to Jesus given, Worshipp'd as he was before, Th' immortal King of heav'n. HYMN 126. L. M. Christ the way to heaven. 1 JESUS my all to heav'n 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 Kings highway of holiness, I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 3 No stranger may proceed therein, No lover of the world and sin, No lion, no devouring care, No sin nor sorrow shall be there, 4 No, nothing may go up thereon, But trav'ling souls, and I am one; Way faring men, to Canaan bound, Shall only in this way be found. 5 This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because 1 found it not; My grief, my burden long hath been, Because 1 could not cease from sin. HYMNS. 1"9 6 The more I strove against its pow'r, I sinn'd and stumbled but the more, Till late I heard my Saviour say, " Come hither, soul, I am the way." 7 Lo, glad I come, and thou bless'd Lamb, Shalt take me to thee, whose I am; Nothing but sin I thee can give, Nothing but love shall I receive. 8 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!" HYMN 127. 5th M. The converted thief, 1 JESUS CHRIST hath pow'r alone, To subdue a heart of stone, And the moment grace is felt, Then the hardest heart will melt. 2 When the Lord was crucify'd, Two transgressors with him dy'd; One with vile blasphemous 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 a Saviour in his view. 180 SELECTED 4 But the other touch'd with grace, Saw the clanger of his case; Faith received to own his Lord, "Whom the scribes and priests abhorr'd. 5 Lord, he pray'd, remember me, When in glory thou shalt be; " Soon with me," the Lord replies, " Thou shalt be in paradise." 6 This was wond'rous grace indeed, Grace vouchsaf'd in time of need^ Sinners, trust in Jesus' name, You will find him still the same. 7 But beware of unbelief, Think upon the harden'd thief! If the gospel you disdain, Christ to you has dy'd in vain. HYMN 128. L. M. The tender mercy of God. 1 JESUS, I'll sing of thy free grace, Thy boundless love and mercy trace; Thy merits shall be my plea; Thy tender mercies, how free! 2 In nature's darkness, thou didst find Me, naked, filthy, poor, and blind; In that sad state, didst pity me; Thy tender mercies, how free! 3 My soul didst rend from satan's snare 5 From death and bondage and despair, And brought me into liberty; Thy tender mercies, O how free! HYMNS. 181 4 My soul has felt redeeming love, And tasted joys that's from above, Jesus, to thee, the glory be, Thy tender mercies, how free! 5 When troubles roll upon my soul, Still I thy goodness do behold; They serve to bring humility; Thy tender mercies, O how free! 5 Whene'er I rove in ways of sin, Where oft thro' folly I have been; Thy pity brings me back to thee; Thy tender mercies, O how free! r When thou thy face from me doth hide, To humble me and kill my pride; Thy love unchangeable I see! Thy tender mercies, how free! I Fear not, my soul then for to tell, How Jesus did thee save from hell, But speak aloud the mystery, His tender mercies, O how free! ) What though the world should me condemn. My Jesus I will recommend, Who dy'd for me on Calvary; His tender mercies, how free! Through all my journey here below, My soul God's praises forth shall show; And then above eternity, I'll sing his tender mercies free. 16 182 SELECTED HYMN 129. S. M. The help of grace sought, 1 JESUS, my truth, my way, My sure unerring light, On thee my feeble steps I stay. Which thou wilt guide aright. 2 My wisdom and my guide, My counsellor thou art: O let me never leave thy side, Or from thy paths depart. 3 I lift mine eyes to thee, Thou gracious bleeding Lamb, That I may now enlighten'd be, And never put to shame. 4 Never will I remove Out of thine hands my cause, But rest in thy redeeming love, And hang upon thy cross. 5 Teach me the happy art, In all things to depend On thee: O never, Lord, depart. But love me to the end. 6 Still stir me up to strive With thee in strength divine; And ev'ry moment, Lord, revive This fainting soul of mine. 7 O make me all like thee, Before I hence remove! Settle, confirm, and strengthen me } And build me upi n love. HYMNS. 18S Let me thy witness live, When sin is all destroy'd; And then my spotless soul receive, And take me home to God. HYMN ISO. 10th M. The backslider's prayer. JESUS, let thy pitying eye Call back a wand'ring sheep: False to thee, like Peter, I Would fain like Peter weep: Let me be by grace restor'd, On me be all long suffering shown; Turn, and look upon me Lord, And break this heart of stone. Saviour, Prince, enthron'd above, Repentance to impart, Give me, through thy dying love> The humble contrite heart: Give what I have long implor'd, A portion of thy grief unknown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break this heart of stone. See me, Saviour, from above, Nor suffer me to die; Life, and happiness, and love, Drop from thy gracious eye; Speak the reconciling word, And let thy mercy melt me down; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break this heart of stone 184 SELECTED 4 Look, as when thy languid eye Was clos'd that we might live; " Father," (at the point to die, My Saviour gasp'd) " forgive!" Surely with thafdying word, He turns, and looks, and cries, " 'tis done!'" O my bleeding, loving Lord, Thou break'st this heart of stone. HYMN 131. 5th M. Early piety. 1 JESUS, in my youthful bloom, Take me to thee as I am; Life and soul I now resign, And will be forever thine. 2 Since thou gave thy life for nie^ Lord, I give myself to thee, Wash me in thy precious blood, Fit me to enjoy my God. 3 Guard my feet from ev'ry snare, Make my life and soul thy care; Often let me see thy face, Feel, and sing redeeming grace. 4 Let my heart, my life, my tongue, Make thy blessed name my song; Bid all other loves adieu, Only thee I would pursue. 5 I will never think it shame. For to own thy worthy name; Lest one day thou me despise^, And at last reject my cries. HYMNS. 185 6 But if thou wilt give roe grace, I will run the christian's race; Then receive roe to thy home, Where reproaches never come. 7 There from all the storms of hell, Safe in Jesus I shall dwell: He will own my worthless name, In the bright records of fame. 8 for that immortal crown! Jesus send the tokens down: Tell me, Lord, shall I be there? () let roe with angels share. HYMN 132. 4th M. The christian's spirihial voyage^ 1 JESUS, at thy command, 1 launch into the deep; And leave my native land, AVhere sin lulls all asleep: For thee I would the world resign, And sail to heaven with thee and thine, 2 Thou art my pilot wise; My compass is thy word: My soul each storm defies, While I have such a Lord! I trust thy faithfulness and pow'r To save roe in the trying hour. 3 Though rocks and quicksands deep Through all my passage iiej 136 SELECTED Yet Christ will safely keep, And guide me with his eye: My anchor hope shall firm abide, And ev'ry boist'rous storm outride. 4 By faith I see the land, The pott of endless rest: My soul, thy sails expand, And fly to Jesus' breast! O may I reach the heav'nly shore, Where winds and waves distress no more; 5 "Whene'er becalm'd I- lie, And storms forbear to toss; Ue thou, dear Lord, still nigh, Lest I should suffer loss: For more^the treach'rous calm I dread, Than tempests bursting o'er my head. '> Come, holy Spirit, blow A prosp'rous gale of grace, Waft me from all he low, To heav'n my destin'd place! Then, in full sail, my port I'll find. And leave the world and sin behind,. HYMN 133. S. M. Love to Christ and Saints, t JESUS, the friend of man, Invites us round his board: The welcome summons we obey, And own our gracious Lord. HYMNS. 1&; 2 Here we survey that love Which spoke in ev'ry breath. Which crown'd each action of his life, And triumph'd in his death. i Here let our pow'rs unite, His honojrd name to raise; Pleasure and joy fill ev'ry mind, And ev'ry voice be praise. [ And while we share the gifts His bounteous hands bestow, Let ev'ry heart, in friendship join'd With kind affections glow. > Let love inspire each breast? And dictate ev'ry thought; Be angry passions far remov'd. And selfish views forgot. > Our souls expanded wide By our Redeemer's grace, Shall in the arms of fervent love, All heav'n and earth embrace. HYMN 154. C. M. The heavenly Jerusalem. \ JERUSALEM my happy home, O how I long for thee, When will thy sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see? I Thy walls are all of precious ston^ Most ^Ioho'JS to behold; 188 SELECTED Thy gates are richly set with pearl, Thy streets are pav ? d with gold. S Thy garden and thy pleasant green, Though comely long have been, Through dark'ning light, by human sight Have never yet been seen. 4 If heaven be thus most glorious, Lord, Why should I go from thence? What folly 'tis that I should dread To die and go from hence) 5 Reach down, reach down thine arm of grace. And cause me to ascend. Where congregations ne'er break up, And Sabbaths never end. 6 Jesus, my love's to glory gone, Him will I go and see, And all my breathren here below ? Will soon come after me. 7 My friends, T bid you all adieu, 1 leave you in God's care, And if I never more see you, Go on, I'll meet you there. 8 There we shall meet, and no more part. And heav'n shall ring with praise, While Jesus' love in every heart, Shall tune the song, free grace. 9 Millions of years around may run. Our song shall still go on, HYMN'S. 189 To praise the Father and the Son, And Spirit, three in one. 10 When we've been there ten thousand years Bright shining like the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise, Than when we first begun. HYMN 135. C. M. The sovereignty and decrees of God. 1 KEEP silence all created things, And wait your Maker's nod: My souls stands trembling, while she sings The honors of her God. 2 Life, death, and hell, anil worlds unknown Hang on his firm decree: He sits on no precarious throne, Nor borrdws leave to be! j Chain'd to his throne, a volume lies ? With all the fates of men, With ev'ry angel's form and size, Drawn by the eternal pen. I His providence unfolds the book, And makes his counsels shine; Each opening leaf, and ev'ry stroke Ftflfils some deep design. Here he exalts neglected worm« To sceptres and a crown; 190 SELECTED And there the foll'wing page he turns. And treads the monarch down. 6 Not Gabriel asks the reason why, Nor God the reason gives; Nor dares the fav'rite angel pry Between the folded leaves. 7 My God, I would not long to see My fate with curious eyes, What gloomy lines are writ for me, Or what bright scenes may rise. 8 In thy fair book of life and grace, O may I find my name, Recorded in some humble place, Beneath my Lord the Lamb! HYMN 136. L. M. A way to do good to enemies. 1 KIND souls, who for the mis'ries moan Of those who seldom mind their own: But treat your zeal with cold disdain, Resolv'd to make your labors vain. 2 You whose sincere affection tends To help your dear ungrateful friends, That think you foes, or mad, or fools, Because you fain would save their souls. 5 Though deaf to ev'ry warning giv'n, They say they're bound with you to heav'n But often think, and sometimes say, The'll never go, if that's the way. HYMNS. 191 Though tlic*y the spirit of God resist, And ridicule your faith in Christ; Though they blaspheme, oppose, condemn, And hate you for your love to them: One secret way is left you still To do them good against their will; Here they can no obstruction give, You may do this without their leave. Fly to the throne of grace by pray'r And pour out all your wishes there; Effectual, fervent pray'r prevals, "When ev'ry other method fails. HYMN 137. 7th M. Ifezekiah's prayer. KING Hezekiah lay diseased, With ev'ry dang'rous symptom seiz'd, Beyond the cure of art; With languid pulse, and strength decay'd 3 With spirits sunk and soul dismay'd, And ready to depart. His friends despair, his servants droop; The learned Leach can give no hope; All signs of life are fled: WJhen loi the seer Isaiah came, With words to damp th' expiring flame, And strike the dying dead. Entering the royal patient's room, He thus denounced the dreadful doom: " Of flatt'ring hopes beware! 192 SELECTED God's messenger behold I stand, That saith the Lord thy death's at hand: Prepare, O King, prepare." 4 Where is the man, whom words like these (Though free before from all disease) Would not deject to death? Fav'rite of heav'n! in thee we see The miracle of pray'r; in thee Th' Omnipotence of faith. 5 Methinks I hear the hero say, "And must my life be snatch'd away Before I'm fit to die? Can pray'r reverse the stern decree, And save a wretch conderan'd like me? It may — at least I'll try. 6 Ye damps of death that chill me through, God's prophet, and prediction too, I must withstand you all: Both heav'n and earth a while begone; I turn me to the Lord alone, And face the silent wall." 7 He said; and weeping pour'd a pray'r, That conquer'd pain, remov'd despair, With ail its heavy load: Repell'd the force of death's attack, Brought the recanting prophet back, And stay'd the hand of God. HYMNS. 19? HYMN 138. L. M. The eternity of God, and man's mortality, 1 LORD thou hast been thy children's God, All-powerful, wise, and good, and just, In ev'ry age their safe abode, Their hope, their refuge, and their trust. 2 Before thy word gave nature birth. Or spread the starry heav'ns abroad, Or form'd the varied face of earth, From everlasting thou art God. > Great Father of eternity, How short are ages in thy sight! A thousand years, how swift they fly, Like one short silent watch of night! I Uncertain life, how soon it Hies! Dream of an hour, how short our bloom! Like spring's gay verdue now we rise*, Cut down ere night to fill the tomb. > Teach us to count our short'ning days, And wfth true diligence apply Our hearts to wisdom's sacred ways, That we may learn to live and die. HYMN 133. C. M. Tlie omniscience of God. LORD, thou with an unerring beam Surveyest all my pow'rs; My rising steps are watch 'd by thee, By thee, my resting hours. 17 194 SELE.CTED 2 My thoughts, scarce struggling into birth, Great God, are known to thee: Abroad, at home, stilt I'm inclos'd With thine Immensity. S To thee the labyrinths of life In open view appear; Nor steals a whisper from my lips Without thy listening ear. 4 Behind I glance, and thou art there; Before me shines thy name: And 'tis thy strong almighty hand Sustains my tender frame. 5 Such knowledge mocks the vain essays Of my astonish'd mind; Nor can my reason's soaring eye Its towering summit find. HYMN 140. C. M. The necessity of heart religion. 1 LONG have I seem'd to serve thee, Lord, With unavailing pain: Fasted, and pray'd and read thy word, And heard it preach'd in vain. 2 Oft did with th' assembly join, And near thy altar drew; A form of godliness was mine, The pow'r I never knew. 3 I rested in the outward law, Nor knew its deep design: HYMNS. 195 The length and breadth I never saw, Nor height of love divine. 4 To please thee thus, at length I see, Vainly I hop'd and strove: For what are outward things to thee, Unless they spring from love? 5 I see the perfect law requires Truth in the inward parts; Our full consent, our whole desires, Our undivided hearts. 6 But I of means have made my boast, Of means an idol made; The spirit in the letter lost, The substance in the shade. Where am I now, and what's my hope? What can my weakness do? Jesus, to thee my soul looks up; Tis thou must make it new. HYMN 141. C. M. Invitation to the worldly and profane. 1 LOVERS of pleasure more than God, For you Christ suffer'd pain; Swearers, for you he spilt his blood ; And shall he bleed in vaiu? 2 Misers, his life for you he paid, Your basest crimes he lx>re; Drunkards, your sins on him were laid, That you might sin no more. 196 SELECTED 3 The God of love to earth he came. That you might come to heav'n: Believe, believe in Jesus' name. And all your sins forgiv'n. 4 Believe in him who dy'd for thee; And sure as he has dy'd, Thy debt's discharged thy soul is free, And thou art justify 'd. HYMN 142. 4th M. The celebration of Christ 1 LET earth and heav'n agree, Angels and men be join'd, To celebrate with me, The Saviour of mankind; T' adore the all atoning Lamb, And bless the sound ot Jesus' name. 2 Jesus! transporting sound! The joy of earth and heav'n; No other help is found, No other name is giv'n, By which we may salvation have, But Jesus came the world to save. 3 Jesus! harmonious name; It charms the hosts above; They evermore proclaim, And wonder at his love: 'Tis all their happiness to gaze, 'Tis heav'n to sing the Saviour's praise, 197 His name the sinner hears, And is from sin set free; 'Tis music in his ears, 'Tis life and victory; New songs do now his lips employ, The theme of grace, eternal joy. Stung by the scorpion sin, My poor expiring soul The balmy sound drinks in, And is at once made whole: See there my Lord upon the tree! I hear, I feel he dy'd for me. O unexampled love! () all-redeeming grace! How swiftly didst thou move To save a fallen race! What shall I do to make it known. What thou for all mankind hath done. O for a trumpet voice, On all the world to call, To bid their hearts rejoice, In him who dy'd for all! For all my Lord was crucify 'd! For all, for all my Saviour dy'd. HYMN 143. 5th M. • ; I will not let thee go except thou bless me. ?> LORD, I cannot let thee go, '1 ill a blessing thou bestow; Do not turn away thy face, Mine's an urgent pressing ca tf e. 198 SELECTED £ Dost thou ask me who I am? Ah, my Lord thou knowest my name 1 Yet the question gives a plea, To support my suit with thee. 5 Thou didst once a wretch behold. In rebellion blindly bold, Scorn thy grace, thy pow'r defy; That poor rebel, Lord, was I. 4 Once a sinner near despair, Sought thy mercy seat by pray-'rj Mercy heard and set him free, Lord, that mercy came to me. 5 Many days have passM since then. Many changes I have seen; Yet have been upheld till now, "Who could hold me up but thou? 6 Thou hast help'd in every need. This emboldens me to plead; After so much mercy past, Wilt thou let me sink at last? 7 No — I must maintain my hold. ? Tis thy gooduess makes me bold; T can no denial take, When I plead for Jesus' sake. HYMN 145. C. M. Zion in captivity. 1 LOOK., how the sons of Zion lai Along yon Babel's stream? iuma; a s. i r J9 Weeping, aud mourning all t\ie day, How sorrowful they seem! 2 See! how their tuneless harps are hung (That did with music ring) Upon the willows all unstrung, Distun'd in evYy string! 3 Hark, hear them tell with flowing tears, What happy days they've seen, While they reflect on former years, As on a pleasing dream. 4 How lately in the promis'd land, We sweetly heard them sing; When they in faith did firmly stand Bold for their God and King; 5 But now are captive Jed, by those Who triumph over them; In bondage held by tyrant foes, In Babel's foreign land. 5 thon, that gave king David skill To tune his royal harp. Shine from the height of Zion's hill And cheer their drooping heart HYMN 145. L. M, The evils of a hard heart LORD, hear a burden'd sinner mourn. Who fctedly would to thee return Thy tender mercies impart M "• '■- j 1 : .^ stonv heai 200 SELECTED 2 'Tis this hard heart, which sinks me down. Nor asks thy smiles, nor fears thy frown; This causes all my woe and smart, Lord, take away this stony heart! 3 'Tis this hard heart, my gracious Lord, Which scorns thy love and slights thy word, Which tempts me from thee to depart; Lord, take aw'iy this stony heart! 4 'Tis this hard heart, whose bold reply Gives all thy sacred truth the lie, And would thy promises pervert; Lord, take away this stony heart! 5 'Tis this hard heart I feel within, Which slights thy grace, and cleaves to sin; Sure 'tis of hell the counterpart; Lord, take away this stony heart! 6 'Tis this hard heart, which dares withstand All the dread judgments of thy hand, Which daily acts the rebel part; Lord, take away this stony heart! 7 'Tis this hard heart which day by day Would shut my mouth, nor let me pray, Yea, would from ov'ry duty start: Lord, take away this stony heart] 8 'Tis this hard heart, whose fatal snare Tempts me to pride, or to despair; O, in me, Lord, thy pow'r exert. And take away this stonv heart! HYMNS. 201 9 'Tis tnis hard heart I cannot bear, Lord, hear and answer this my pray'r; Its rage, its pow'r, its madness slay; Lord, take this stony heart away! 10 Sure the bless'd day will shortly come, When this hard heart shall know its doom, When I no more shall sin retain, Nor of a stony heart complain. 11 Yes, friendly death, with welcome stroke Will loose the chain — will break the yoke; And when arriv'd on glory's shore, A stony heart be felt no more. HYMN 146. S. M. Peter walking upon the water. * LORD, bid me come to thee, Nor raging billows dread, Speak — and I walk the foaming deep, Nor doubt thy certain aid, Jesus, I hear thy call, Behold! I venture near. But, the stormy winds rise high And lo! I sink with fear. The Saviour looks, and loves, And ail his bowels move, Kindly he takes me in his arms, And thus he speaks in love: " wherefore didst thou doubt, Or heave the fearful sigh? 202 SELECTED How could this heart of mine say come, And coming see thee die? 5 Though unhelief I chide And gently now reprove, My weakest limb shall never fail While all my heart is love." 6 Lord, I abhor my fears, But thy free grace adore, Now give the confidence of faith And bid me doubt no more. HYMN 147. C. M. The presence of God worth dying for: or the death of Moses. 1 LORD, 'tis an infinite delight To see thy lovely face; To dwell whole ages in thy sight, And feel thy vital rays. 2 This Gabriel knows, and fears thy name With rapture on his tongue; Moses the saint enjoys the same, And heav'n repeats the song. 3 While the bright nation sounds thy praise From each eternal hill, Sweet odors of exhaling grace The happy region fill. 4 Thy love a sea without a shore, Spreads life and joy abroad: 'tis a heav'n worth dying for. To see a smiling God! HYMNS. 203 5 Show me thy face and I'll away From all inferior things; Speak, Lord, and here 1 quit my clay. And stretch my airy wiDgs. 6 Sweet was the journey to the sky. The wond'rous prophet try'd; Climb up the mount, says God, and die; The prophet climb'd and dy'd. 7 Softly his fainting head he lay Upon his Maker's breast; His Maker kiss'd his soul away, And laid his flesh to rest. 8 In God's own arms he left the breath That God's own spirit gave; His was the noblest road to death, And his the sweetest grave. HYMN 148. C. M. The Lord is my portion. i LET worldly minds the world pursue. It hath no charms for me; Once I admir'd its trifles too, But grace hath set me free. 2 Its pleasures now no longer please, No more content afford; Far from my heart be joys like these; Now I have known the Lord. As by the light of op'ning day, The s f ars are all eoneeal'd; 204 SELECTED So earthly pleasures fade away, When Jesus is revealM. 4 Creatures no more divide ray choice. I bid them all depart; His name, his love, his gracious voice., Have fix'd my roving heart. 5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone. And wholly live to thee; But may I hope that thou wilt own A worthless wretch like me? 6 Yes, though of sinners I'm the worst; I cannot doubt thy will; For if thou hadst not lov'd me first. I had refus'd thee still. HYiMN 149. S. M. Walking in love, 1 LET strife forever cease, And envy quit the field; Come, join and live in love and peace. And to the gospel yield. 2 Let bitter words no more Among the saints remain; Let ev'ry member ev'ry hour, Submit to Jesus' reign. 3 One Lord we have to fear, One faith we all confess, To the same Spirit we adhere. And magnify free grace- HYMNS. 205 4 Then why should we contend For meat, and drink, and dress, And crucify the Lord again, And pierce his wounds afresh? i 'When bitter words arise, Then satan has his ejids, AVe wound the heart and hands of Christ, Amidst his chosen friends. 6 No more we'll feed the flame, Nor judge ourselves too wise, But search with care to find the beam That lurks within our eyes. 7 Unto the world we'll prove That we disciples are; They shall behold us walk in love, And say, " the Lord is there." HYMN 150. 9th M. Behold I come quickly. 1 LO! he comes with clouds descending. Once for favord sinners slain! Thousand, thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train; Hallelujah, Jesus now shall ever reign. 2 Ev-ry eye shall now behold him Rob'd in dreadful majesty; Those who set at naught and sold him, Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree. 18 206 SELECTED Deeply wailing, Shall the great Messiah see. 3 Ev'ry island, sea, and mountain, Heav'n and earth shall flee away: All who hate him must, confounded, Hear the trump, proclaim the day. Come to judgment! Come to judgment! come away! 4 Now redemption long expected, See in solemn pomp appear! All his saints by man rejected, Now shall meet him in the air! Hallelujah! See the day of God appear! 5 Answer thine own bride and spirit, Hasten, Lord, the gen'ral doom! The new heav'n and earth t' inherit? Take thy pining exiles home: All creation Travails, groans, and bids thee cornel 6 Yea, amen! let all adore thee, High on thy exalted throne! Saviour, take the pow'r and glory; Claim the kingdom for thine own! O come quickly, Hallelujah! come, Lord, come HYMN 151. S. M. This is the way, ivalk ye in it. I Let heav'n and earth agree, And sacred anthems raise. HYMN?. 207 To Father. Son, and Holy Ghost, For free, and sovereign grace. Behold the spotless Lamb. Descending from above To bring us wand'ring strangers home. Upon the wings of love. O may our souls rejoice, His precepts to obey; Who, to fulfil all righteousness, Mark'd out the humble way. Thus Jesus did descend Into the liquid stream; "Which teaches sinners not to scorn What him so well became. O may we then march on, Nor fear what men shall say; Deny ourselves, and take our cross Since Jesus leads the way. We dare no longer stand, As neuters to the cause, But by thy help of grace we'll yield Obedience to thy laws. Into the wafry tomb, We cheerfully descend, In token of our faith and love, To our celestial friend. Lord, meet us here this day, W T ho come to do thy will! 208 SELECTED Grant us thy presence, dearest Lord. Thy promis'd grace fulfil. i) Descend, O heav'nly Dove, And wing our souls away, Unto that bright and happy shore, Of everlasting day. 10 This day I'll make my choice, To serve the Lord Most High; Deny myself, take up the cross, And do it cheerfully. HYMN 152. 8th M. The christian warfare. i LIFE'S a warfare, I'm a soldier, Death shall not my soul surprise; Dangers only make me bolder, I through grace shall win the prize; Jesus he gives me my orders, Bids me fight and conquer on; Zion's God is my rewarder, When through grace the vict'ry's won 2 Many foes beset the christian, The true follower of Christ; He that's under Jesus 'listed, May expect a soldier's Hfe: Pride and unbelief together, Both are enemies to grace; Carnal mirth, and worldly pleasure* Each forbid the christian race. HYMNS. 209 5 Prayer is the eonqu'ring weapon. And the sword that all must wield. None will> it was ever beaten, Or compell'd to quit the field: Though the pow'rs of hell infernal. All against the saint unite; Faith in God's own Son eternal. Puts their legions all to flight. 4 Then tight on, ye Zion soldiers, In our Saviour's blessed cause; Let us show to all beholders. We are govern'd by his laws; When we've won immortal glory, And shall reach fair Canaan's land,; Then we'll sing the pleasing story, How we conquerd through the Lamb. HYMN 153. L. M. The temper of the gospel. 1 LORD, when I'm injur'd here and there. And false reports arc carried round, With innocence may I appear, And clad with love be ever found. 2 Let not thy cause be wounded, Lord, By ought that's said or done by me: 1M rather never speak a word My God, than not to speak for thee. 3 Where doors are shut and guarded round With discord and with prejudice, My blessed Jesus is not 'found, He never dwells in such, a place 18* 210 SELECTED 4 When I am wounded by my friends, That once went hand in hand with me, Rather than ask of them amends, I'd recommend them, Lord, to thee. 5 111 teil thee, Lord, what they have done, With tears of pity on my face, And on ray knees before thy throne, I'll plead for them thy pardoning grace. 6 Lord, for the honor of thy name, Let not thy cause decline and die; Lest Zion's sons be cloth'd with shame, And precious souls destroy'd thereby. 7 Forbid, Lord, what scoffers say, They'll come to naught, they disagree; See how they fall out by the way, Ha, ha, so would we have it be. 8 Lord, let thine enemies be slain By thy all-powerful conqu'ring word: Let pride and discontent ne'er reign, Among thy saints, the sons of God. 9 Then shall thy name be lifted high; Thy church on earth be crown'd and bless'tl; When fervent love and charity Shall rule and reign ini ev'ry breast. HYMN 154. C. M Banquet of love. 1 LORD, at thy table I behold The wonders of thy grace: HYMNS. 211 Bat most of all admire that I Should find a welcome place: I that am all defil'd with sin, A rebel to my God; I that have crucify \1 his Son, And trampled on his blood. What strange surprising grace is this, That such a soul has room! My Savior takes me by the hand, My Jesus bids me come. i " Eat my friends," the Savior cries, " The feast was made for you: For you 1 groan'd, and bled, and dy'd, And rose, and triumph'd too." 5 With trembling faith, and bleeding hearts, Lord, we accept thy love; 'Tis a rich banquet we have had! What will it be above? ) Ye saints below, and hosts of heav'n, Join all your praising powers: No theme is like redeeming love, No Saviour is like ours. ' Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord, I'd give them all to thee: Ifad 1 ten thousand tongues, they all Should join the harmonv. 212 SELECTED HYMN 155. PM, The good Shepherd. 1 Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviour, Come and bid our jarring cease; Come, O come, and reign forever, God of love, and Prince of peace, Visit now thy precious Zion, See thy people mourn and weep; Day and night thy lambs are crying, Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. § Many follow men's inventions, And submit to human laws; Hence division and contentions Sully the Redeemer's cause: Hence we suffer persecution. While the foolish virgins sleep; All is uproar and confusion, Come, good Shepherd, lead thy sheep. -> Some of Paul, some of Apollos, Some of Cephas, none agrees Jesus, let us hear thee call us, Help us, lord, to follow thee; Then we'll rush through what encumbers. Ev'ry hindrance overleap; Fearing not their force or numbers, Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. 4 Lord, in us there is no merit, We've been sinners from our youth: Guide us, Lord, by thy good Spirit, That shall teach us all thy truth; IIYMX3. 213 On the gospel word we'll venture, Till in death's cold arms we sleep; Love's our bond, and Christ our centre, Come good Shepherd feed thy sheep. Come, good Lord, with courage arm us, Persecution we'll not fear; Nothing Lord we know can harm us, While our loving Shepherd's near: Glory, glory be to Jesus, At his name our hearts do leap; He both comforts us and frees us, The good Shepherd feeds his sheep. Hear the Prince of your salvation, Saying. "Fear not littie flock, I myself am your foundation, Ye are built upon this rock: Shun the path of vice and folly. Lest you sink into'the deep; Look to me and be ye holy, I delight to feed my sheep." Christ alone our soul shall rest on, Taught by him we own his name; Sweetest of all names is Jesus, How it doth our hearts inflame: Glory! glory! give him glory, Strong is he and he will keep; He will clear our way before us, The good Shepherd feeds his sheep, 214 SELECTED HYMN 156. The good old way. 1 LIFT up your heads, Immanuel's friends, And taste the pleasures Jesus sends; Let nothing cause you to delay; But hasten on the good old ivay. CHORUS. For I have sweet hope of glory in fiiy soul; I have sweet hope of glory in my soul; I feel, I feel, J feel Pm on my journey home- 2 Our conflicts here though great they be, Shall not prevent our victory: If we but watch and strive and pray, Like soldiers in the good old way. S Though satan may his pow'r employ, Our happiness for to destroy; Yet never fear, we'll win the day, And shout and sing the good old way. 4 good old way how sweet thou art! May none of us from thee depart; But may our actions always say, We're walking in the good old way. 5 And when on Pisgah's top we stand, And view by faith the promis'd land; Then we will shout, and sing and pray,. And march along t\\egood old way. 6 Ye valiant souls for heav'n contend, Remember life is at the end: HYMNS. 245 Our God will wipe all tears away, When we have run the good old way. Then far beyond this mortal shore, We'll join with those who're gone before, And shout to think we've gain'd the day, By walking in the good old way.* HYMN 157. C. M. Incarnation of Christ, MORTALS, awake, with angels join. And chant the solemn lay; Joy, iove, and gratitude combine To hail th' auspicious day. In heav'n the rapt'rous song began, And sweet seraphic fire Through all the shining regions ran, And strung and tun'd the lyre. Swift through the vast expanse it flew, And loud the echo roll'dj The theme, the song, the joy was new, 'Twas more than heav'n could hold. Down through the portals of the sky Th' impetuous torrent ran; And angels flew with eager joy- To bear the news to man. Wrapt in the silence of the night Lay all the eastern world, W^hen bursting glorious heav'nly light The wond'rous scene unfurl 'd. * By Christ the ncw_arul Jiving way. 216 bELEClEb 6 Hark!' the cherubic angels shout And glory leads the song: Good will and peace are heard throughout The glorious heav'nly throng. 7 Mortals, with joy the song repeat. Glory to God on high; Good will, and peace are now complete, Jesus was born to die! HYMN 158. C. M. Heavenly joy 9 or the soul happy in Christ. 1 MY soul doth magnify the Lord, My spirit doth rejoice In God, my Saviour, and my King; I hear his joyful voice. 2 I need not go abroad for joy, I have a feast at home: My sighs are turned into songs; The Comforter is come. 3 Down from above the blessed Dove Is come into my breast, To witness God's eternal love; This is my joyful feast. 4 This makes me, Abba, Father, cry With confidence of soul, This makes me cry, my Lord, my God; And that without control. 5 There is a stream that issues forth From God's eternal throne. HYMNS. £JT And from the Lamb — a living stream, Clear as the chrystal stone. 6 This stream doth water paradise; It makes the angels sing; One cordial drop revives my soul, Whence all my joys do spring. 7 Such joys as are unspeakable, And rail of glory too; Such hidden manna hidden pearls, As worldlings do not know. 8 I see thy face, I hear thy voice, I taste thy sweetest love; My soul doth leap, but O for wings— The wings of Noah's dove. 9 Then would my soul fly hence away, Leaving this world of sin; Then would my Lord reach forth his hand. And kindly take me in. tO Then would my soul with angels feast On joys that ever last; Bless'd-be my God, the God of joys, Who gives me here a taste. HYMN 159. 5th M. Lord appear on ZiotPs side. I MIGHTY God, on thee we call, O look down on Zion's wall; Build her ruins that are wide; Lord, appear on Zion's side, 10 218 SELECTED 2 See thy people, dearest Lord, Scattered and dispers'd abroad , How their foes do them deride; Lord, appear on Zion's side. S Sad and dark is Zion's case, Since the Lord hath hid his face; Turn, and save thy mourning bride; Lord, appear on Zion's side. 4 Let thy children hear thy voice, That they may again rejoice; Humble down the sons of pride; Lord, appear on Zion's sider 5 Pity, Lord, her afflicted state, And appear for Jesus' sake: Must we ever be deny'd? Lord, appear on Zion's side. 6 Once they sung thy praises bold, And with joy thy wonders told; Now they mourn, in sorrow hide; Lord, appear on Zion's side. 7 Love is cold, and sins abound. Truth is scarcely to be found; Error doth in triumph ride; Lord, appear on Zion's side. 8 Raise thy people up again, Let them evermore remain. And within thy truth abide: Lord, appear on Zion's side. HYMNS. 219 9 Make thy mighty pow'r Known, That the world thy name may ewn; Send down thy gospel far anil wide; Lord, appear on Xion's side. HYMN 160. 8th M. Bartimeus' prayer. 1 « MERCY, O thou Son of David," Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd; " Many by thy grace are saved, O wilt thou vouchsafe thine aid." 2 For his crying many chid him, But he cry'd the louder still, Till his gracious Saviour hid him; Come, and ask me what thou wilt. Money was not what he wanted, Tho' by begging us'd to live; But he ask'd, and Jesus granted Alms, which none but Christ could give. I Lord, remove this grievous blindness, Turn my darkness into day: Straight he saw, and, drawn by kindness, Follow'd Jesus in the way. Now methinks I hear him praising, Publishing to all around; " Friends, is not my case amazing? What a Saviour I have found!" " that all the blind but knew him, And would be advis'd by me; 220 SELECTED Surely they would come unto him, He would cause them all to see. the Lamb the lovely Lamb, the Lamb on Cal- vary! Who spake the word with healing pow'r ant gave my soul to see! HYMN 161. S. M, " None is able to pluck Christ's sheep out of hit hand.'' 9 1 MY soul with joy attend, Hark! hear! 'tis Jesus speaks! No angels harp such music yields, As what my shepherd 9peaks. 2 " I know my sheep" he cries, u My soul approves them well: Vain is the treach/rous world's disguise,. And vain the rage pf hell. 3 I freely feed them now With tokens of my love, " But richer pastures I prepare, And sweeter streams above* 4 Unnumber'd years of bliss 1 to my sheep will give; And while my throne unshaken stands, Shall all my chosen live. 5 This tried almighty hand Is raised for their defence: Where is the pow'r shall reach them there? Or what shall force them thence?" HYMNS,. 221 Enough, my gracious Lord, Let faith triumphant cry; My heart can on this promise live, Can on this promise die. HYMN 162. L. M. The triumph, or shouting hymn. MY God, my heart with love inflame,, That I may in thy holy name Aloud with songs of praise rejoice. While I have breath to raise my voice. Then will I shout, then will I sing, And make the heav'nly arches ring: I'll sing and shout forever more, On that eternal happy shore. hope of glory! Jesus, come, And make my breast thy humble home; For the short remnant of my days, 1 want to shout and sing thy praise. give me, Lord, an heart to pray, And live rejoicing ev'ry day; For to give thanks in ev'ry thing, And sing and shout, and shout and sing. When on my dying bed I lay, Then give me, Lord, an heart to pray, To praise thee with my latest breath. Until my voice is lost in death. Then, brethren, sisters, shouting come, My body follow to the tomb; And when you march that solemn road, Then sing and shout the praise of God. 19* SELECTED 7 Then you below, and I above, "Will shout and praise the God of love, Until that great tremendous day, "When Christ shall wake our slumb'ring clay. S Then from our dusty beds we ? H spring, And shout, death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? We'll shout to all eternity. 9 Our race is run, we've gain'd the prize, Then will the Sov'reign of the skies In smiles unto his children, say, Come, reign with me, in endless day. 1 Then on that holy, happy shore, "We'll shout and sing all suff'rings o'er; "We'll sing and shout, and shout and sing, And make the heav'nly arches ring. HYMN 163. C. M. " Not of works lest any man should boast" 1 MY guilty soul! how long beset With terrors all around, Whiie law and justice claim'd their debt. And I no payment found. 2 In works and duties long I try'd Some inward peace to find; The more I strove the more I cry'd, " Ahi much is left behind!" 3 My weary 'd soul the task renew'd, And fain the prize would win; HYMNS. 223 But when my righteous deeds I view'd, I found each deed was sin. 4 Now Sinai's thunders louder roll, And sense declar'd me lost; Distracting anguish seiz'd my soul. And hope gave up the ghost. 5 At length I heard the gospel sound; A joyful sound to me! Jehovah just may still be found, And set th' ungodly free. 6 That precious blood which faith applies. In spite of hell and sin, My guilty conscience pacifies, And spreads sweet peace within. 7 Say dearest Shepherd, tell me why To me such mighty love? That such a poor lost sheep as I Such wond'rous grace should prove I 8 Reason I seek, but seek in vain! For none I e'er shall know: The deep, the searchless deep is plain. That God would have it sol HYMN 164. S. M Mount Zign. 1 MOUT Zion is my home, Fair Salem's happy ground; 'Tis there my dearest friends are gone, And thither I am bemd. 224 SELECTED 2 My journey I've begun, I hope to reach the place; Through dangers I march boldly on, And run the heav'n! y race. 3 With some poor pilgrims here, Bound heav'nward I march; To Zion we are drawing near With melody of heart. 4 Mount Zion from afar, Beyond all nature's lines, With raptures I aloft do spy, With dazzling lustre shines. 5 Although the distance's great, Between the place and me, Yet all along the way is straight, And most direct I see. 6 And though my journey's long, And tedious too withal, I hope ere long to join the throng. Within mount Zion's walls. HYMN 165. L. M. Jin alarm to the holy war. J MY Captain sounds th' alarm of war " Awake! the pow'rs of hell are near! To arms! to arms!" I hear him cry, u 'Tis yours to conquer or to die.*' 2 Rous'd by the animating sound. I cast my eager ove c around; HYMNS* 5 Make haste to gird my armor on, And bid each trembling fear begone. 3 Hope is my helmet, faith my shield, Thy word, my God, the sword I wield; With sacred truth my loins are girt, And holy zeal inspires my heart. 4 Thus arnvd I venture on the fight, Resolv'd to put my foes to flight; While Jesus kindly deigns to spread His conq'ring banner o'er my head. In him I hope, in him I trust; His bleeding cross is all my boast: Through troops of foes he'll lead me on. To vict'ry and the victor's crown. HYMN 166. L. M. Judgment — the books opened. METHINKS the last great day is come, Methinks I hear the trumpet sound That shakes the earth, rends ev'ry tomb, And wakes the pris'n2rs under ground. The mighty deep gives up her trust, Aw'd by the Judge's high command; Both small and great now quit their dust, And round the dread tribunal stand! Behold the awful books display'd, Big with th' important fates of men! Each deed and word now public made, As wrote by heavVs unerring pen. 226 SELECTED 4 To ev'ry soul, the books assign The joyous or the dread reward: Sinners in vain lament and pine, No pleas the Judge will here regard. 5 Lord, when these awful leaves unfold, May life's fair book my soul approve: There may I read my name enrolled. And triumph in redeeming love. HYMN 167. 7th M> The swiftness of time. 1 MY days, my weeks, my months, my years, Fly rapid like the rolling spheres Around the steady pole: Time, like the tide, its motion keeps, Till I shall launch the boundless deeps, Where endless ages roll. 2 The grave is near the cradle seen, How swift the moments roll between, And whisper as they fly — Unthinking man remember this, Thou 'midst of sublunary bliss, Must groan, and grasp, and die. 3 My soul, attend the solemn call, Thine earthly tent must quickly fall. And thou must take thy flight Beyond the vast expansive blue, To love and sing as angels do, Or sink in endless night iiymxs. 207 4 Eternal bliss, eternal woe, Hangs on this inch of time below, On this precarious breath; The God of Nature only knows, AVhether another day shall close, Ere I expire in death. 5 And shall I spend my life in dreams? Vast is the change, howe'er it seems To poor unthinking men? Lord, at thy feet I humbly bow, Bid conscience tell me plainly now What it will tell me then. 6 When I shall meet death's cold embrace, May I behold my Saviour's face, To take the sting away; May some kind angel then be nigh, To bear my soul above the sky, To live in endless day. HYMN 168. 26th M. The young preacher's address to his brother in the ministry. MY friend, what thousands I behold, Their bodies deck'd with flowing robes, With vanity wrapt round th-eir souls, Against the day of wrath! My thoughts in consternation stand, To see the circumstance of man, To view the blessed gospel plan. And its eternal worth! 228 SELECTED 2 Methinks I see ten thousand souls Upon the brink of eternal woe, And now the voice it thro 1 me rolls, Prepare the Lord his way: Necessity lies at the door, The cross is great — we can't get o'er; Come then we'll wear it evermore, Be faithful while we stay. 3 For we must blow the trump aloud, And sound deliv'rance to the crowd, For though God's charriot is a cloud; He makes the wheels of man, And thus rolls on his great designs; Wave your tall heads ye lofty pines, Ye sinners bow, ye saints incline, And all confess his hand. 4 Now the shrill birds his honors raise, And mount the morning's brightest rays, "While growling beasts attempt his praise In hoarser harmony; Thus while the meaner creatures sing, Ye mortals touch the golden string, Echo the glories of your King, And shout his vict'ry nigh. 5 Methinks the day is just at hand; Our captive souls will break their bands, And Jesus Christ will lead the van, And leave the world on fire; Thunder and hail, and fire and storm. Prepare his way, his troops adorn. Appearing in their lovely form, With all the heav'nly choir. HYMNS. 2ZS Your work is done, the angels cry; Amen, amen, our souls reply, For we shall waft above the sky, And bow before the Lamb; Swift we ascend the heav'nly place, And hasten to our home at last, We leap to meet thy kind embrace, We come, O Lord, we come. T Now we arrive to th' heav'idy land, Our souls with angels there shall stand, With harp and psaltry in our hand, To sing the Man we love; Hosanna in the highest strain, Hallelujah's all our theme; O bless and praise his holy name, all ye pow'rs above! HYMN 169. 20th M. The heavenly rapture, MY soul's full of glory which inspires my tongue, [them a song: Could I meet with bright angels I'd sing I'd sing of my Jesus, and tell of his charms, And beg them to bear me to his loving arms. Methinks they're assembling to hear while I sing, [King: Well pleas'd to hear mortals praising their angels! O angels! my soul's all on flame, 1 faint in sweet raptures at Jesus' dear name. 20 £30 SELECTED 3 O Jesus! Jesus! thou balm of my soul, 'Twas thee my dear Jesus that made my heart whole: [sweet King, bring me to view thee, thou precious In oceans of glory thy praises to sing. 4 O heaven! sweet heaven! I long to be there, To meet my dear brethren and Jesus all Fair: Come angels, come angels, I'm ready to fly, Come quickly, convey me to Christ in the sky. 5 Sweet spirits attend me, till Jesus shall come, [home: Protect and defend me, until I'm calFd Though worms my poor body may claim as their prey, [day. 'Twill outshine when rising, the sun at noon 6 The sun shall be darken'd, the moon turn'd to blood, [of God, The mountains shall melt at the presence Red lightning shall flash and loud thunders shall roar; [bright shore. All this shall not daunt me on Canaan's 7 A glimpse of bright glory o'erpowers my soul, 1 faint in sweet raptures to view the bright gold; My soul while I'm singing is ready to go. A moment for heaven I leave all below. H i MX6. 251 8 Farewell, my dear brethren, my Lord bids me come, [home; Farewell, my dear sisters, I'm now going Bright angels do whisper so sweet in my ear, Away to my Saviour my spirit doth bear. 9 Pm going, I'm going, but what do I see, 'Tis Jesus in glory appears unto me; I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm gone; O glory! O glory! 'tis done, it is doue. 10 To regions of glory my spirit is fled, And left this poor body inactive and dead, With angelic armies in glory's bright blaze, On Jesus' beauty forever to gaze. 11 When th' Judge shall descend, and the trumpet shall sound, [under ground, And 'wake God's dear children that sleep Their souls and their bodies shall then join in one, [crown. And each from their Saviour receive a bright 12 In realms then of glory, our souls shall unite With cherubic legions, in songs of delight; Come, ye bless'd of my Father, our Saviour shall say, And dwell in bright mansions of eternal day'. HYJVKN 170. L. M. The harp hung on the willows. 1 MY harp untun'd, and laid aside, (To cheerful hours the harp belongs) 232 SELECTED My cruel foes insulting cry'd, Come, sing us one of Zion's songs. 2 Alas! when sinners blindly bold, At Zion scoff, and Zion's King; When zeal declines, and love grows cold Is it a day for me to sing? 3 Time was, when'er the saints I met. With joy and praise my bosom glow'd; But now, like Eli, sad I sit, And tremble for the ark of God. 4 While thus to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline, Methought I heard the Saviour say, " Dismiss thy fears the ark is mine. :') Though for a time I hide my face, Rely upon my love and pow'r; Still wrestle at the throne of grace, And wait for a reviving hour. 6 Take down thy long neglected harp, I've seen thy tears, and heard thy pray'r; The winter season has been sharp, But spring shall all its wastes repair." 7 Lord, i obey, my hopes revive, Come, join with me, ye saints and sing, Our foes in vain against us strive, For God will help and healing bring. UYMKS. J^33 HYMN 171. C. M. The mercy of God free and sovereign. 1 MERCY divine is sovereign, free, And infinitely great: Ancient as vast eternity, And most divinely sweet. 2 The wond'rous mercy of a God Saves an apostate race. Applies the balm of Jesus' blood, And yields a sacred peace. 5 Pardon and life, and heav'nly joys, Flow from this living spring; Streams of rich blessings ever rise, To make us sweetly sing. 4 'Tis mercy buries all complaints, Gives pleasures ever new; O how she triumphs o'er the saints, And makes them triumph too. c Great God of mercy roll along, M^rry to cv'ry soul; May mercy be the blissful song, Sounded from pole to pole. 6 Come, my soul, and join the lays, Swell ev'ry tuneful pow'r; Let ev'ry chorus sound her praise, Let ev'rv note adore. 234 SELECTED HYMN Iti. C. M. Christ Min ML 1 MY Jesu3 he is all to me, Whate'er my soul can crave: A fountain free is Christ to me. That I no want can have. 2 My Jesus he is strength to me, When do fainting lie, He's health in sickness, life in death. In war he's victory. 3 In famine he is food to me. In thirst he's royal wine; No want can be attending me, Since Jesus he is mine. 4 My Jesus he is light to me, When I in darkness go; Such fulness in my Jesus is, That I no want can know. 5 My Jesus he is liberty, When bondage doth oppress: Though I've in sin polluted been, Christ is my righteousness. 6 When satan doth beset me roundj My Jesus he is strong: A refuge he is then to me, And he shall be my song. HYMNS. -OJ HYMN 173. C. M- Jfode of Baptism. i MINE ears delighted with the sound, It breaks in silent air; It rings melodious all around, It chords, I hear no jar. 2 How beautiful the saints appear, They're to the water bound; This is the voice that I do hear, With songs their joys abound. 3 In order ran'k, they slowly move, And praise their mighty King; All solemn faces full of love, Adoring while they sing. 4 I see the heaven-born candidate, With wonder and surprise, Saying, why me, Lord, I've come so late; Then tears roll from his eyes. 5 But still he fills an humble place, Amidst those solemn ranks: They walk down to the water side, And hail sweet Jordan's banks. 6 The watchman prays (a charming sound!) Then takes him by the hand; Bright Seraphs hover all around, And by God's children stand. 7 They both step softly in the stream: The water rolling by; £36 SELECTED Then under water plunges him, He cries my friends, coine nigh. 8 I'll tell you what sweet Christ has done, He sav'd my soul from death; Then from the water straight he comes With praise in ev'rv breath. HYMN 174. 8th M. The intercession of Christ. 1 NOW the Saviour stands a pleading At the sinner's bolted heart, Now in heav'n he's interceding, Undertaking sinner's part; Now he pleads his sweat and bloodshed, Shows his wounded hands and feet; Father, save them, though they ate blood red, Raise the in to an heav'n !y seat. 2 Sinners, hear your God and Saviour* Hear his gracious voice to-day; Turn from all your vain behavior; O repent, return, and pray: Open now your hearts before him, Bid the Saviour welcome in; O receive, and glad adore him, Take a full discharge from sin. 3 Now he's waiting to be gracious; Now he stands and looks at thee; See, what kindness, love and pity, Shine around to you and me: Sinners, can you hate that Saviour? HYMNS. 23. Can you thrust him from your arms? Once he dy'd for your behavior; Now lie calls you by his charms* 4 O be wise, before you languish On a bed of dying strife; Endless joy, or endless anguish, Turn upon th' events of life. Come, for all things now are ready; Yet there's room for many morej O ye blind, ye lame, and needy, Come to grace's boundless store. HYMN 175. L. M. %i short address to real christians* 1 NOW to the pilgrims born of God, In Jesus' name these lines I hand. To cheer you on your christian road, And point you to the heavenly land. 2 When I am gone and ye survive, Make the redeemer's name your theme; And while these mortal climes ye rove, The wonders of his love proclaim. 5 Soon I shall end my christian race, And tread your mortal climes no more; But through Jehovah's boundless grace, Safe shall I reach the heavenly shore. 4 No distant space to take my flight, When I shall close these mortal eyes; But in eternal realms of light, Awake with pleasure and surprise. 238 SELECTED 5 what transporting seas of bliss! Where 1 shall sail with sweet delight! There God my lasting portion is. Shining beyond conception bright. 6 How will the heaven transporting blaze. The powers of all my soul employ! I soaring still aloft shall gaze, On that eternal source of joy. 7 Though millions are the hosts above. They in God are all but one: And all so ravish'd with his love, They nothing know bu* God alone. 8 My soul so ravish'd in that sea, I've lost myself, and wond'ring gaze; This God is all I feel or see, I'm lost in his meridian blaze! 9 I drink, I soar, I gaze, I rove, O'er these transporting scenes of bliss, Still lost with wonder in his love, My soul! and what a God is this. 10 Ten thousand blazing realms of light, Proclaim their God. and say Amen! My soul still soaring in her flight, My God is all, I drop my pen. HYMN 176. L. M. The crucifixion. 1 NOW from the garden to the cross. Let us attend the Lamb of God; HYMNS. 259 Be all t Kings else accounted dross, Compar'd with sin-atoning blood. 2 See how the patient Jesus stands, Insulted in Ids lowest case: Sinners have bound the Saviour's hands, And spit in their Deliverer's face. S With thorns his temples gorM and gash'd, Send streams of blood from ev'ry part; His back with knotted scourges lash'd, But sharper scourges tear his heart. 4 NailVl naked to the cursed wood, Kxpos'd to earth and heaven above, A spectacle of wounds and blood, A prodigy of injur'd love. 5 Hark! how his doleful cries affright, Affected angels while they view, His friends forsake him in the night; And now his God forsakes him too. 6 O what a field of battle's here! Vengeance and love their powers oppo^r; Never was such a mighty pair, Never were two such desperate foes. 7 Behold that pale, that languid face, That drooping head, those cold dead eyes*s Behold in sorrow and disgrace, Our conquYing hero hangs and dies! S Ye that assume his sacred name, Now tell me. what can all this mean: 240 SELECTED What was it bruis'd God's harmless Lamb? What was it pierc'd his soul but sin? 4 Blush Christians, blush; let shame abound* If sin affect thee not with woe. Whatever spirit's in thee found, Christ's spirit sure thou dost not know. HYMN 177. 6th M. The sure anchor. X NOW I have found the ground wherein My soul, sure anchor may remain, The wounds of Jesus for my sin, Before the world's foundation slain. Whose mercy shall unshaken stay, When heav'n and earth are fled away. $, Father, thine everlasting grace, Our scanty thoughts surpasses far; My heart still melts with tenderness. Thine arms of love still open are, Returning sinners to receive, That mercy they may taste and live. 3 By faith I plunge me in this sea, Here is my hope, my joy, and rest; 'Tis here when hell assaults I flee, And look into my Saviour's breast; Away sad doubts and anxious fear, Mercy is all that's written there. 4 Though waves and storms go o'er my head, Though strength, and health, and friends be gone. HYMNS. 241 Though joys be wither'd all anil dead, Though ev'ry comfort be withdrawn; On thee my "steadfast soul relies; Father, thy mercy never dies. 5 Fix'd on this ground I will remain, Though my heart fail, and flesh decay. This anchor shall my soul sustain, When earth's foundations melt away: Mercy's full pow'r I then shall prove, Lov'd with an everlasting love. 6 What in thy love possess I not? My star by night, my sun by day, My spring of life when parch'd with drought, My wine to cheer, my bread to stay; My shield, my strength, my safe abode, My palace, Saviour, and my God. HYMN 178. Tth M. The infant Saviour, or wonder of redemption* 1 SIGHt 1 of anguish! view it near, What weeping innocence is here! A manger for his bed! The brutes yield refuge to his woe; Men worse than brutes, no pity show, Nor give him friendly aid! S Why do no rapid thunders roll? Or why no tempests rock the pole? miracle of grace! Or why no angel on the wing, *. 2i 242 SELECTED Warm for the honor of their King To extirpate the race? 3 Did he — that Infant bath'd in tears, Call into form the rolling spheres? Did angels wait his nod? Helpless he calls, but man delays; The mortal chaos disobeys This offspring of a God! 4 Say, radiant seraphs, thron'd in light, Did love e'er tour so high a flight, Or glory stoop so low? This wonder angels scarce declare; Angels this rapture scarce can bear, Or equal thanks bestow. 5 Redemption! 'tis a boundless theme, Thou boundless mind, our hearts inflame With ardor from above: Words are but faint let joys express Vain are mere joys, let actions bless This prodigy of love. HYMN 179. C. M. V raise to God for salvation, 1 THAT I had an angel's tongue, That I might loudly sing The uonders of redeeming love To thee, my God and King. 2 But man, who at the gates of hell, Did pale and speechless lie, V.uzt find a tongue, and time to speak. Or else the stones would cry. ^ HYMNS, Let the redeemed of the Lord, Their thankful voices raise, Can we be .dumb while angels sing Our dear Redeemer's praise? 4 Come, let us join with angels, then. Glory to God on high! Peace upon earth good will to men, Amen, amen, say I. HYMN 180. C. M. Between hope and fear. 1 THAT I knew it was the case. My soul was born of God, And find myself among that race, Wash'd in a Saviour's blood. 2 The time has been, I thought I knew The bless'd Redeemers voice, I thought 1 lost my burden too y And felt my heart rejoice. 5 I thought my will was then resign'd To the Redeemer's ways, And felt my inmost soul inclin'd, To tell the world his grace. 4 But 0! too soon the scene was turn'd. I lost the pleasing view; I lost that sweetness once I found. Lost earthly pleasures too. 5 And ah! if he was once my friend, Could 1 his presence leave? 244 SELECTED Why can I not on him depend? Why can I not believe? 6 This makes me doubt my case the more, Because if he were mine, I think these clouds would soon be o'er, And heav'n around me shine. 7 Jesus, wilt thou now appear With thine almighty arm; These clouds expel, my standing clear, And show me what I am. HYMN 181. C. M. Seeking the Lord. 1 ONCE I abhor'd the things of God, And scorn'd the sacred word; At length I heard a heav'nly voice, That bid me seek the Lord. 2 IV allurements of celestial love, The sound of Calv'ry's blood, All the rich promises of grace, Drew my whole soul to God. 3 I sought his face, nor sought in vain: He did his grace impart; I found a passage to his arms, A passsge to his heart. 4 Wrapt in the pleasures of his love, I'd ever seek his face; Walk in communion with the Lord, And glory in his grace. HYMNS. 247 5 Had but the prison walls been strong And firm without a flaw, In darkness she had dwelt too long, And less of glory saw. 6 But now the everlasting hills Through ev'ry chink appear; And something of the joy she feels While she's a pris'ner here. 7 The shines of heav'n rush sweetly in At all the gaping flaws; Visions of endless bliss are seen, And native air she draws. 8 may these walls stand tott'ring still, The breaches never close, If I must here in darkness dwell, And all this glory lose. Or rather let this flesh decay, The ruins wider grow, Till glad to see th' enlarged way, I stretch my pinions through. HYMN 184. 12th M. When shall I see Jesus? 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? 248 SELECTED 2 But now I am a Soldiery My Captain's gone before, He's given me my orders, Ami bid me not give o'er! His faithful word hath promised A righteous crown to give, And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have. 3 Through grace I am determined. To conquer, though I die. And then away to Jesus, On wings of love I'll fly. Farewell to sin and sorrow, l bid you all adieu; And O my friends prove faithful, And on your v. ay pursue. 4 And if you meet with troubles And trials on your way, Then cast your care on Jesus, And don't forget to pray. Gird on the heav'niy armour Of faith, and hope, and love! Tljen, when the combat's ended. He'll carry you above. 5 O do not be discourag'd, For Jesus is your Friend; And if you want more knowledge. He'll not refuse to lend; Neither will he upbraid you* HYMNS. 245 5 Jesus, may I evermore On thy dear bosom lean; Soon may I see thy brighter face, Without a veil between. 6 May nothing stop my rapid course, But 0! press forward still; And urge my prosp'rous way along To yonder shining hill. HYMN 182. C. M. 2 y fie promised land. 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 the transporting, rapt'rous scene* That rises to my sight! Sweet fields array'd in living green, And rivers of delight! S The gen'rous fruits that never fail, On trees immortal grow: There rocks and bills, and brooks and vales; With milk and honey flosv. 4 All o'er those wide extended plains* Shines one eternal day: There God the Son for ever reigns* And scatters night away. 5 No chilling winds, nor pois'nous breath Can reach that healthy shore: £1* 246 SELECTED Sickness, and sorrow, pain, and death. Are felt and fear'd no more. 6 When shall I reach that happy place. And be forever bless'd? When shall I see my Father's face, And in his bosom rest? 7 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd soul Can here no longer stay: Though Jordan's waves around me roll: Fearless I'd launch away. HYMN 183. C. M. Heavenly comfort in sickness. 1 OFT have I sat in secret sighs To feel my flesh decay, Then groan'd aloud with frightful eyes, To view the tott'ring clay. 2 But I forbid my sorrows now, Nor dares the flesh complain; Diseases bring their profits too, The joy o'ercomes the pain. 3 My cheerful soul now all the day Sits waiting here and sings; Looks through the ruins of her clay ; And practises her wings. 4 Faith almost changes into sight. While from afar she spies Her fair inheritance in light. Above created skies. HYMNS. 349 Though oft'ner you request; He'll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest. And when the last loud trumpet Shall rend the vaulted skies, And bid the sleeping millions From their cold beds arise, Our ransom'd dust revived, Bright beauties shall put on, And soar to the bless'd mansion Where our Redeemer's gone. Our eyes shall then with rapture The Saviour's face behold; Our feet no more diverted, Shall walk the streets of Gold, Our ears shall hear with transport The hosts celestial sing; Our tongues shall chant the glories Ot our immortal King. 3 There we shall reign triumphant Upon the blissful shore, And shout with the redeemed, " Our trials all are o'er; The wicked cease from troubling, Our weary souls have rest; We now shall live with Jesus, fcternal ages blest." 9 We shall out vie the angels With the redeemed throng, And shout aloud ;; Salvation!" 250 SELECTED 'Twill be our endless song They sing creating goodness, But we redeeming love; ? Tis this shall be our glory In realms of joy and love. HYMN 185. 20th M, Love to Christ. 1 JESUS, my Saviour, to thee I submit, With love and thanksgiving fall down at thy feet; In sacrifice offer my soul, life and blood; Thou art my Redeemer, my Lord and rnj God. 2 I love thee, I love thee, I love thee, my love I love thee, my Saviour, I love thee, my Dove; I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dosl know, But how much I love thee I never cat show. 3 All human expressions are empty and vain; They cannot unriddle this heav'nly flame: I'm sure if the tongue of an angel were mine I could not this myst'ry completely define 4 I'm happy, I'm happy, on Jesus' account; My days are immortal, I stand on t mount: I HYMNS. 251 I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there, With Jesus and angels, my kindred so dear. Jesus, my Saviour, with thee I am bleat! My life and salvation, my joy and my rest! Thy name be my theme, and thy love be my song; Thy grace shall inspire my heart and my tongue. who's like my Saviour? he's Salem's bright King, He smiles and he loves me, and learns me to sing; PU'praise him, I'll praise him, with notes loud and shrill, While rivers of pleasure my spirits do fill. HYMN 186. P. M. The glory of Christ. THOU in whose presence my soul takes On whom in affliction 1 call; [delight, My comfort by day and my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, my all. Where dost thou at noon tide resort with thy sheep, 1 To feed in the pastures of love; Say why in the valley of death should I weep, Or alone in the wilderness rove. 252 SELECTED 3 why should I wander an alien from thee Or'crv in the desert tor bread; |see, Thv foes will rejoice when my sorrows they And smile at the tears I have shed. 4 Ye daughter s of Zion, declare have you seen The star that on Israel shone; Say if in your tents my beloved has been, And where with his flock he has gone. 5 This is my beloved, his form is divine, His vestment shed odours around: The locks on his head are as grapes on flu When autumu with plenty is ciuwn-d. 6 The roses of Sharon, the lilies that gjwny 1 In the vales, on the banks of the streams; On his cheek does the beauty of excellent glow, f . And his eyes are as quivers ot beams. 7 His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweei Is heard through the shadow of death; The ceders of Lebanon bow at his feet, The air is perfum'd with his breath. 8 His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow. That waters the garden of grace; From which their salvation the Gentiles sha know, And bask in the smiles of his tace. 9 Love sits on his eyelids and scatters deligl Through all the bright mansions on nign HYMNS. 253 Their faces the cherubims veils in his sight, And praise him with fulness of joy. *0 He looks, and ten thousand of angels rejoice, And myriads wait for his word; He speaks, and eternity fill'd with his voice, Re-echo the praise of the Lord. HYMN 187. L. M. The ivork and contention of heaven, I IN heav'nly choirs a question rose, That stir'd up strife will never close, What rank of all the ransom'd race Owes highest praise to sov'reign grace? I Babes thither caught from womb and breast, Claim'd right to sing above the rest; Because they found the happy shore, They never saw nor sought before. i Those that arriv'd at riper age, Before they left the dusky stage, Thought grace deserv'd yet higher praise, That wash'd the blots of num'rous days. I Anon, the war more close began, What praising harp should lead the van? And which of grace's heav'nly peers Was deepest run in her arrears? " 'Tis I (said one) 'bove all my race, Am debtor chief to glorious grace: Nay, (said another) hark, I trow I'm more oblig'd to grace than you, 22 254 SELECTED 6 Stay, (said a third) I deepest share In owing praise beyond compare; The chief of sinners, you'll allow, Must be the chief of singers now. 7 Hold, (said a fourth) I here protest My praises must outvie the best; For I'm of all the human race The highest miracle of grace. 8 Stop, (said a fifth) these notes forbear, Lo, I'm the greatest wonder here; For I of all the race that fell, Deserv'd the lowest place in hell. 9 A soul that higher yet aspir'd'' With equal love to Jesus fir d, " 'Tis mine to sing the highest notes To Love, that vvash'd the foulest blots." 10" Ho, (cry'd a mate) 'tis mine I'll prove. Who sinn'd in spite of light and love, To sound his praise with loudest bell, That sav'd me from the lowest hell. 11 " Come, come, (said one) I'll hold the plea, That highest praise is due by me; For mine of all the sav'd by grace, Was the most dreadful, desperate case/' 12 Another rising at his side, As fond to praise, and free of pride, Cry'd, " Pray give place for I defy That you should owe more praise than I; 13 I'll yield to none in this debate, I'm run so deep in grace's debt; HYMNS. 2 ° 5 That sure I am, I boldly can Compare with all the heav'nly clan. 14 Quick, o'er their heads a trump awoke, <- Your songs my very heart have spoke; But every note you here propale, Belongs to me beyond you all. 15 The list'ning millions round about, With sweet resentment loudly shout; What voice is this comparing notes. That to their song chief place allots? 16 " We can't allow of such a sound, That you alone have highest ground To sing the royalties of grace, We claim the same adoring place. 17 AVhati will no rival-singer yield, He has a match upon the field; Come then, and let us all agree To praise upon the highest key. 18 Then jointly all the harpers round In mind unite, with solemn sound And strokes upon the highest string, Made all the heav'nly arches ring. 19 Ring loud, with hallelujahs high, To him that sent his Son to die; And to the worthy Lamb of God That lov'd and wash'd them in his blood. 20 Free grace was sov'reign empress crown'd In pomp, with joyful shouts around: 256 SELECTED Assisting angels clap their wings, And sounded grace on all their string*. 21 The emulation round the throne Made prostrate hosts (who every one The humblest place their right avow) Strive who should give the lowest bow. 22 The next contention without vice Among the birds of Paradise, Made every glorious warbling throat Strive who should raise the highest note. 23 Thus in sweet, holy, humble strife, Along their endless, joyful life, Of Jesus all the harpers rove, And sing the wonders of his love. 24 Their discord makes them all unite In raptures most divinely sweet; So great the song, so grave the base, Melodious music fills the place. HYMN 188. C. M. 1 FOR a closer walk with God, A calm and heav'nly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb! 2 Where is the blessedness T knew, When first 1 saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his Word? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd; How sweet their mem'ry still? HYMNS. 257 But they have left an aching void The world can never fill. 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throng; And worship only thee. 6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer li»ht shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb. HYxMN 189. 18th M. The happy saint. 1 O TELL me no more Of this world's vain store, The time for such trifles with me now is o'er # 2 A country I've found, "Where true joys abound; [ground. To dwell I'm determin'd on this happy 3 The souls that believe, In paradise live, And me in that number will Jesus receive. 4 My soul don't delay, He calls thee away, [day. Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad £53 SELECTED 5 No mortal doth know What he can bestow, [him, go. I What light, strength and comfort, go after 6 Lo onward I move To a country above, [will provi;. None knowing how wond'rous my journey 7 Great spoils I shall win From death, hell and sin, [within. Midst outward afflictions shall feel Christ 8 And when I'm to die, Keceive me I'll cry, For Jesus doth love me, I cannot tell why, 9 But this I do find We two are so join'd, He'll not live in glory and leave me behind* 10 So this is the race, I'm running through grace, [face. Henceforth till admitted to see my Lord's 11 And now I'm in care, My neighbors may share [you dare? These blessings; to seek them will none of 12 In bondage, why, And death will you lie, [nigh. "When one here assures you free grace is so HYMN 190. P. M. Mourning souls, 1 POOR mourning souls in deep distress. Making sad lamentation, HYMNS. 9/59 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. Ah! woe is me that I was born, Or ever had bedim in 6» I would have had untimely birth, Or had no future being; Or else had died when I was young, I might have been forgiven, I might like babes, with harmless tongue, Been praising God in heaven. But here I am in deep distress, Most worn away with trouble; Day after day I seek for peace, But find my sorrows double. Saith Satan, fatal is your state, Time past you might repented, But now you see it is too late, So make yourself contented. How can I live, how can I breathe, Under this sore temptation, Conclude my day of grace is o'er; Lord, hear my lamentation; 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. 260 SELECTED 5 But who is he that looketh forth, Sweet as the blooming morning, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, 'Tis Jesus Christ adorning. Jesus can clothe my naked soul; Jesus for me hath died, And now I can with pleasure sing, My wants are all supplied. 6 Farewell, vain world, I bid adieu, My Jesus is most holy; Fain would I be with Christ above, Singing to him in glory. My trust is now in Jesus' name, And in his arms is pleasure; Say, will you trust in Jesus' name; When he's the only Saviour? 7 How can I stay, God calls away, And I must now be holy; See Jesus comes to close my eyes, Soon I shall go to glory. My Jesus calls and I must go, Farewell to all things earthly; I must be gone, God calls me home, To sing to him more sweetly. HYMN 191. P. M. The Bible. 1 PRECIOUS Bible! what a treasure Does the word of God afford; All I want for life or pleasure, IIYMSS. 261 Food and med'cine, shield and sword, Let the world account me poor, Having this, I need no more. Food to which the world's a stranger, Here my hungry soul enjoys; Of excess there is no danger, Though it fills, it never cloys On a dying Christ I feed, He is meat and drink indeed! When my soul is faint and sickly, Or when Satan wounds my mind, Cordials to revive me quickly Healing med'cines here I find, To the promises I flee, Each affords a remedy. 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 truth is sure, From his malice I'm secure. Vain his threats to overcome me, When I take the Spirit's sword; Then with ease I drive him from me. Satan trembles at the word. 'Tisa sword for conquest made, Keen the edge and strong the blade. Shall I envy then the miser, Doating on his golden store? 262 SELECTED Sure I am, or should be wiser, I am rich, 'tis he is poor, Jesus gives me in his word, Food and med'cine, shield and sword. HYMN 192. 10th M. The aspiring soul. 1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Tow'rds heav'n thy native place; Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away, To seats prepar'd above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fires ascending seek the sun, Both speed them to their source: So a soul that's born of God, Pants to view his glorious face; Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace. S Fly me, riches — fly me, cares, While I that coast explore; Flatt'ring world, with all thy snares, Solicit me no more: Pilgrims, fix not here your home; Strangers tarry but a night; When the last dear morn shall come, They'll rise to joyful light. hymjjs. 26; 4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soon our Saviour will return, Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season and you know Happy entrance will be given; All our sorrows left below, And earth exchang'd for heav'n. HYMN 193. 6th M. Repent, why will ye die. 1 REPENT, ye never dying souls, Who run the dang'rous downward road; How can you go to hell so bold, To meet the vengeance of a God! To live in pains eternal years, While free grace sounds within your ears. £ The road to death, why will you chose, And hasten to eternal woe? And mercy why will you refuse, And willingly to ruin go? To live in pains eternal years, While free grace sounds within your ears!: 5 Why will you turn your ears away, And slight the tenders of God's grace, And sin away th' accepted day, To run the dang'rous sinner's race? To live in pains eternal years, While free grace sounds within your ears.' 2§4 SELECTED 4 Why will you seal damnation sure,, And venture over mercy's brink, The wrath of God there to endure, And in despair and horror sink? To live in pains eternal years, While free grace sounds within your ears! 5 When grace is free, why will you die? And mercy slight, Why will you dare? And in eternal sorrow lie, In the dark regions of despair? To live in pains eternal years, While free grace sounds within your ears. 1 6 Prepare to meet an awful God, Upon a dreadful judgment day; Against whose calls you have withstood, Whose justice will your deeds repay; Lest you sink down eternal years, Where mercy ne'er will reach your ears. 7 Come, listen to a Saviour's voice, Before you reach the gates of hell; Come, make his ways to day your choice, And you shall then in glory dwell: Live not in pains eternal years, Since mercy sounds free in your ears. HYiMN 194. S2d M. Stop sinner, you are in the way to death. 1 STOP, poor sinner, stop and think, Before vou further go; Will you sport upon the brink Of everlasting woe? HYMNS. 265 Hell beneath is gaping wide! Vengeance waits the dread command, Soon to stop your sport and pride, And sink you with the damn'd. be entreated now to stop, For unless you learning take, JS'er you are aware yoiCll drop Into the burning lake. Ghastly death will quickly come. And drag you to the bar; Then to hear your awful doom, Will fill you with despair: All your sins will round you crowd, Sins in bloody crimson dye. Back for vengeance crying loud, And what can you reply? be entreated, §c. Say have } r ou an arm like God, That you his will oppose! Fear you not his iron rod. With which he breaks his foes? Can you stand in that great day. When he judgment shall proclaim:, When the earth shall melt away, Like wax before the flame? O be entreated, <§*c. Though your hearts are hard as steel, Your foreheads like to brass; God at length will make you feel. He will not let you pass; 23 £66 SELECTED Sinners then in vain will call. (Though they now despise his grace:) Rocks and mountains on us fall, And hide us from his face. be entreated, Sfc. 5 But as yet there is a hope, That you may mercy know; Though his arm is lifted up, He still forbears the blow: It was for sinners Jesus dy'd, Sinners he invites to come: None who come shall be deny'd; He says there yet is room. be entreated now to stop, Sfc, HYMN 195. 8th If. Rejoicing in the merits of Christ. 1 SAVIOUR, I do feel thy merit. Sprinkled with redeeming blood; And my weary, troubled spirit Now finds rest in thee, my God. 1 am safe, and I am happy, While in thy dear arms I lie; Sin, nor satan, cannot hurt me, While my Saviour is so nigh. 9. Now I'll sing my Saviour's merit, Tell the world of his dear name, That if any want his spirit, He is still the very same: He that asketh soon receiveth, HYMNS. 267 Ho that seeks is sure to find. Whosoe'er on him believeth, He will never cast behind. 3 Now our advocate is pleading, With his Father and our God, Now for us he's interceding. As the purchase of his blood; Now methinks I hear him praying, Father, save them, I have dy'd, And the Father answer, saying, They are freely justify'd. 4 Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glory be to God on high, Glory, glory, glory, glory, Sings his praises through the sky? Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glory to the Lord of hosts; Glory, glory, glory, glory, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 5 Soon we hope to sing more sweetly, At the marriage of the Lamb, When his bride is dress'd completely, Fit to celebrate the same; O what shouts will then be ringing, Round the throne of God most high; And what sweet melodious singing, Then shall echo through the sky! 268 SELECTED HYMN 196. 8th M. Prayer for a revival. 1 SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation. Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain; All will come to desolation, Unless thou return again: Keep no longer at a distance, Shine upon us from on high; Lest for want of thine assistance, Ev'ry plant should droop and die. SI Surely, once thy garden flourished, Ev'ry part look'd gay and green; And thy word our spirits nourished, Happy seasons we have seen! But a drought has since succeeded, And a sad decline we see; Lord, thy help is greatly needed, Help can only come from thee. 3 Where are those we counted leaders, FilPd with zeal, and love, and truth? Old professors, tall as cedars. Bright examples to our youth! Some in whom we once delighted, We shall meet no more below; Some, alas! we fear are blighted, Scarce a single leaf they show. 4 Younger plants— the sight how pleasant, Cover'd thick with blossoms stood; But they cause us grief at present, Frost has nippM them in the bud! HYMNS. 269 I)carest Saviour, hasten hither, Thou canst make them bloom again; O, permit them not to whither, Let not all our hopes be vain! Let our mutual love be fervent, Make us prevalent in pray'rs; Let each one esteem'd thy servant. Shun the world's bewitching snares; Break the tempter's fatal pow'r, Turn the stony heart to flesh; And begin from this good hour, To revive thy work afresh. HYMN 19r. L. M. A dying Saviour. STRETCH'D on the cross, the Saviour dies, Hark! his expiring groans arise! See, from his hands, his feet, his side, Runs down the sacred crimson tide! But life attends the deathful sound, And flows from ev'ry bleeding wound: The vital stream, how free it flows, To save and cleanse his rebel foes! To suffer in the traitor's place, To die for man, surprising grace! Yet pass rebel lions angels by; O why for man, dear Saviour, why? £70 SELECTED 4 And didst thou bleed, for sinners bleed? And could the sun behold the deed? No! he withdrew his sick'ning ray, And darkness veil'd the mourning day. 5 Can I survey this scene of woe, Where mingling grief and wonder flow; And yet my heart unmov'd remain, Insensible to love or pain? 6 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart, To warm this cold, this stupid heart; Till ail its pow'rs and passions move In melting giief and ardent love. HYMN 198. P. M. On Baptism. 1 SALEM'S bright King, Jesus by name, In ancient time to Jordan came, Ail righteousness to fill; 'Twas there the ancient Baptist stood, Whose name was John, a man of God, To do his master's will. 2 The holy Jesus did demand, His right to be baptized then, The Baptist gave consent; On Jordan's banks they did prepare, The Baptist and his master dear, Then down the bank they went. 5 Down in old Jordan's rolling stream, The Baptist led the holy Lamb, And there did him baptize; Jehovah saw his darling Son. HYMNS. 271 And was well pleas'd with what he'd done, And own'd him from the skies. 1 The op'ning heaven now complies, The Holy Ghost like lightning flies, Down from the courts above; And on the holy, heavenly Lamb, The Spirit lights and does remain, In shape like a fair dove. This is my Son, Jehovah cries, The echoing voice from glory flies, O children hear ye him; Hark! 'tis his voice, behold he cries, Repent, believe, and be baptiz'd, And wash away your sin. 6 Come children, come his voice obey, Salem's bright King ha?, mark'd the way. And has a crown prcparM; then arise and give consent, Walk in the way that Jesus went, And have the great reward. 7 Believing children gather round, And let your joyful songs abound, With cheerful hearts arise; See here is water, here is room, A loving Saviour calling come, O children be baptiz'd. 8 Behold his servant waiting stands, With willing heart and ready hands* To wait upon the bride; ^, 2 SELECTED Ye cam) Mates your hearts prepare, And let us join in solemn prayer, Down by the water side. HYMN 199. L. M. Boundless mercy. 1 SEE mercy, mercy, from on high? Descend to rebels doom'd to die! 'Tis mercy free which knows no bound; How grand, how gladsome is the sound. 2 'Tis mercy favors dying man, Upon the blessed gospel plan; Jt springs from love, 'tis grace divine, Where ev'ry Godlike beauty shines. 3 "How mercy favor'd mortal view, When God's own Son an infant grew! And in its full perfection shone, When dying Jesus cry'd, ki tis done.' 4 It triumph'd when from death he rose, And broke the pow'r of all our foes; And since he took his seat on high, Sweet mercy reigns eternally. 5 Grace down in show'rs of mercy fell, Refreshing thousands ripe for hell; Who fdled with internal wrath, Had doom'd the Lord of heav'n to death. 6 Let haughty mortals frown and fret, Who sovereign, boundless mercy hate, HYMNS. 275 Through aii the mansions of the blest, That mercy only is confess'd. ' Until we join the happy throng, Let boundless mercy be our song; And may the mighty God confound All those who dare its course to bound. I Amen, the holy prophets cry; Amen, the apostles loud reply; Amen, through all the heav'ns goes rount^ Amen, let us on earth resound. HYMN 200. S. M. Tlie intercession of Christ. SATAN the prince of hell, Tempts the dear child of God; Desires to seize th' immortal soul That's bought with Jesus' blood. He shoots his fiery darts, Eternal war proclaims; Strives to devour the gracious soul, And sink it to the flames. But 0! Immanuel pleads, The Father hears the plea; Strengthens the weak believer's faitli, And makes the tempter flee. Though he resumes again, And all his wrath displays; Yet precious faith shall never fail, While the dear Saviour prays-. 274 SELECTED 5 And pray he ever will, Arid 'God will ever hear, Ever maintain the work of faith, Through the Redeemer's pray'r. 6 He prays — and I believe; lie prays — and I'm forgtv'ri; Still will he pray,- and still prevail, And pray me up to heav'n. HYMN 201. 7th M. Christ's sufferings, 1 THROUGHOUT our Saviour's life we trace Nothing but shame and deep disgrace, No period else is seen, Till he a spotless victim fell, Tasting in soul a painful hell, Caus'd by the creature's sin. 2 On the cold ground methinks I see My Jesus kneel and pray for me, For this I'll him adore; Seiz'd with a chilly sweat throughout, iilood drops did force their passage out Through every ep'ning pore. 3 A crown of thorns his temples bore, His back in lashes ail was tore, Till one the bones might see! Mocking they pushM him here and there- Marking his way with blood and tears; Press'd by the heavy tree. HYMNS. 27;i Thus up the hill he painful came; Round him they mock'd anil made their game; At length his cross they rear — And can you see the mighty God Cry out beneath sin's heavy load, Without one thankful tear? 5 Thus veiled in humanity. He dies in anguish on the tree! His grief no tongue can tell: The shuddYing rocks (heir heads decline. The mourning sun refusM to shine, When the Redeemer fell. 6 Shout, brethren, shout in songs divine* He drank the gal! to give us wine, To quench our parching thirst: Seraphs, advance your voices higher; Bride of the Lamb unite the choir, And praise our precious Christ. HYMN 202. 7th M. The spiritual garden. 1 THE Lord into his garden comes, The spices yield a rich perfume; The lilliesgrovv and thrive. Refreshing show'rs of grace divine. From Jesus flows to evay vine. Which makes the dead revive. £ This makes the dry and barren ground In springs of water to abound, And fruitful soil becomo; The desert blossoms like the rose, 276 SELECTED When Jesus conquers all his foes, And makes his people one. 3 The glorious time is rolling on, The gracious work is now begun, My soul a witness is; Come, taste and see the pardon free To all mankind, as well as me; Who come to Christ may live. 4 The worst of sinners here may find A Saviour pitiful and kind, Who will them all relieve; None are too late if they repentj Out of one sinner legions went, Jesus did him receive. 5 Come, brethren, you that love the Lord, Who taste the sweetness of his word, In Jesus' ways go on: Our troubles and our trials here, Will only make us richer there, When we arrive at home. 6 We feel that heav'n is now begun, It issues from the sparkling throne, From Jesus' throne on high; It comes like floods, we can't contain, We drink, and drink, and drink again, And yet we still are dry. 7 But when we come to reign above, And all surround the throne of love, We'll drink a full supply; Jesus will lead his armies through HYMNS. 277 To living fountains, where they flow, That never will run dry. 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. Amen, amen, my soul replies, I'm bound to meet you in the skies, And find a mansion there. Now here's my heart, and here's my hand, To meet you in that heav'nly land, Where we shall part no more. HYMN 203. S8th M. Free grace. THE voice of free grace cries, Escape to the mountain, [fountain, For Adam's lost race Christ has open'd a For sin and transgression and ev'ry pollution; His blood it flows freely in plenteous redemp- tion: Hallelujah to the Lamb, who purchas'd our pardon, [Jordan. We'll praise him again, when we pass over That fountain so clear, in which all may find pardon [tion; From Jesus' side flows, a plenteous redemp- 24 £78 SELECTED Tho' your sins were as great and as high as a mountain, [salvation; The blood it flows freely, in streams of Hallelujahs, &c. 3 Jesus ride on! thy kingdom is glorious; Over sin, death, and hell thou wilt make us victorious; [gregation; Thy name shall be prais'd in the great con- And saints shall delight in ascribing salva- tion: Hallelujah, &c. 4 When on Zion we stand, having gain'd the blest shore, [evermore* With our harps in our hands we'll praise hira We'll range the blest fields on the banks of the river, And sing hallelujah for ever and ever: Hallelujah, &c. 5 Then let us march on, in the strength oi our Saviour, And never again even doubt of his favor, But savM by his blood, may we under hu banner. Rejoicing, all join in shouting hosannah! Hallelujah, &c. 6 And thus by his strength, having crossed thl river, D he g ,ve * And our white robes receiv'd from Jesuj With our harps tun'd anew, we'll join thi blest choir [highe^ In sounding this anthem still higher an HYMNS. 279 Hallelujah to the Lamb, who purchas'd our pardon, [Jordan. We'll praise him anew, having pass'd over HYMN 204. 20th M. The great harvest, or the end of the world. 1 THE fields they are white and the harvest is near, [appear The reapers now with the sharp sickles For to reap down the wheat and gather it in barns, [to burn. While the wild plants of nature are left for 2 Come then, O my soul, meditate on that day, When ail things in nature shall cease and decay, When th' trumpet shall sound, and the angels appear, [and the tare. To reap down the earth both the wheat 3 But hear the sad cry that ascends to the sky, Of those in distress and have no where to fly; But will call on the rocks, and mountains to fall On their naked souls, or to hide them withal. 4 But 'twill be in vain, for the mountains must flee, [more be; The rocks fly like hailstones and shall no The earth too shall quake, and the seas shall retire, And this solid world shall then be on fire. 380 SELECTED 5 But hear the kind Judge in that great day's alarm, [my arms, " First gather my saints and bring them to That th' seven last plagues may be pour'd out on those [have oppos'd." Who've blasphem'd my name and my saints ? Then, O wretched mortals, look up and espy ; The glorious Redeemer descend from the sky, On a chariot of fire to the earth he is bound, » With a guard of bright angels attending around. 7 " Come hither, ye nations, your sentence receive, No more my spirit shall strive and be griev'd; My judgment is right, and my sentence is just, [curs'd." Come hither, ye bless'dj but depart all ye 8 sinners, take warning, and seek ye the Lord, I have not been jesting, 'tis Jesus 1 own words, That those who've done good in glory shall stand, [damn'd. But those who've done evil shall surely be 9 So farewell, I leave you to ponder your way, May th' Lord seal instruction to what I now say, Our souls to his throne let us pour out in pray'r, That all be prepar'd to meet Christ in the air. HYMNS. 281 HYMN 205. 48th M. The day of Judgment. 1 THE great tremendous day's approaching, The awful scene is drawing nigh; That's long foretold by ancient prophets, Decreed from all eternity. But, O my soul, reflect and wonder! That awful scene is drawing near, When thou shalt see that great transaction, When Christ in judgment shall appear. 2 See nature stand all in amazement, To hear the last loud trumpet sound: Arise, ye dead, and come to judgment, Ye nations of the world around! Loud thunders rumbling thro" the concave* Bright forked lightnings part the skies; The heav'ns shaking, and the earth quaking, The gloomy sight attracts mine eyes. 3 The orbit lamps, all veil'd in sackcloth, No more their shining circuits run; The wheel of time stops in a moment; Eternal things are now begun: Huge massy rocks and tow'ring mountains Over their tumbling bases roar; The raging ocean, all in commotion, Is hov'ring round her frighted shore. i Green turfy grave-yards, and tombs of mar- ble, 24* / 282 SELECTED Give up their dead both small and great, See the whole world, both saints and sinners* Are coming to the judgment seat: See Jesus on the throne of justice, Come thund'ring down the parted skies, With countless armies of shining angels; With hallelujahs shout for joy. 5 Bright shining streams from his awful pres- ence, His face ten thousand suns out shine; Behold him come in pow'r and glory- To meet him all the saints combine. Go forth, ye heralds, with speed like light- ning, Call in my saints from distant lands, Those that my blood from hell have ransom'd, Whose names in life's fair book do stand. 6 come, ye blessed of my Father, The purchase of my dying love; Receive the crowns of life and glory, Which are laid up for you above: For your dear souls which have continu'd, With me, and my temptations bore, I have prepar'd for you a kingdom, To reign with me for evermore. 7 There's flowing fountains of living water, No sickness, death, nor pain to fear; No sorrows, sighing, no tears nor weeping. Shall ever have admittance here, But how will sinners stand and tremble, HYMNS, 28' When justice calls them to the bar! *Those that reject his oflfer'd mercy, Their everlasting doom to hear. See justice now, with indignation, Calling aloud fox sinner's blood; Those that have slighted oflfer'd mercy. And crucify'd the Son of God. Depart from me, ye cursed sinners, My face you never more shall see; Be banish'd from my peaceful presence, To endless woe and misery. Each guilty soul then struck with horrori And anguish throbbing in his breast, For ever doom'd to endless sorrow, And never more to hope for rest. Come, sinners, here's a faithful warning; Return to Jesus while you may, For he is ready to forgive you, Or else you must depart away. HYMN 206. 4th M. T#e heavenly mariner. THROUGH tribulations deep The way to glory is, This stormy course I keep On these tempestuous seas: By waves and winds I'm tost and driv'n Freighted with grace, and bound to heav'n. Sometimes temptations blow A dreadful hurricane, And high the waters flow. 284 SELECTED And o"er the sides break in; But still my little ship outbraves The blust'ring winds and surging waves. When I in my distress, My anchor, hope, can cast Within the promises, It holds my vessels fast; Safely she then at anchor rides, 'Midst stormy blasts and swelling tides. If a dead calm ensues, And heav'n no breezes give, The oar of pray'r I use, I tug, and toil, and strive; Through storms and calms for many a day; I make but very little way. But when a heav'nly breeze Springs up and fills my sail, My vessel goes with ease Before the pleasant gale, And runs as much an hour, "or more, As in a month or two before. Hid by the clouds from sight. The sun doth not appear. Nor can 1 in the night Behold the moon or star; Sometimes for days and weeks, or more, I cannot see the slcy or shore. As at the time of noon My quadrant, /aiM, I take To view my Christ, my Sun. HYMNS. 285 If he the clouds should break; I'm happy when his face 1 see, I know then where abouts I be. The bible is my chart; By it the seas I know; I cannot with it part, It rocks and sands doth show; It is a chart and compass too, Whose needle points for ever true. I keep aloof from pride, Those rocks I pass with care; I studiously avoid The whirlpool of despair; Presumption's quicksands too I shun, Near them I do not chuse to run. ) When through a strait I go, Or near some coast am drove, The plummet forth I throw, And thus my safety prove; My conscience is the line which I Fathom the depth of water by. My vessel would be lost In spite of all my care, But that the Holy Ghost Himself vouchsafed to steer: And I through all my voyages will Depend upon my steerman's skill. E'er I can reach heaven's coast, I must a gulf pass through. Which fatal proves to mosft ZbD SELECTED For all this way must go: But all death's waves can't me o'erwhelm, If God himself is at the helm. 13 When through this gulf I get, Though rough, it is but short, The pilot angels meet, And bring me into port: And when I land on that blest shore, I shall be safe for evermore. HYMN 207. L. M. The christian soldier. 1 THOU hast me, Lord, a soldier made. Thou art my Captain, King, and Head; And under thee, I still will fight The fight of faith, with all my might. The cross (all stain'd with hallow'd blood, The ensign of a conqu'ring God,) The christian soldier's standard is, And I will fight for King Jesus. 2 make me, Lord, what I should be, To boldly face my enemy; That, when alarm'd to call the Lord,* And pass the word to all the guard; Grant me the weapons of thy word, Thy pow'rful spirit's two edg'd sword To slay my foes where'er they be, And own the vict'ry won by thee. • Or Governor, Chief, or Captain, &c HYMNS. 287 Thou art my guard, keep me I pray, That I may march the hea'vnly way, And from my duty ne'er depart, But serve the Lord with all my heart: Help me to keep my guardian dress; March to the right in holiness: make me pure, and spotless too: And fit to stand the grand review. That when the General shall come, With sound of trumpet, not of drum; It's then our well drest ranks shall stand, In full review at God's right hand. Then when the enemy gets the rout, And's wheel'd by him t' the left about, Then we'll march up the heav'nly street, And ground our arms at Jesus' feet. 5 The war is o'er, and we are free To join the blood wash'd company; Our wages shall be harps of gold, And joys of heav'n which can't be told: There we shall drink full draughts of wine, The band of music we shall join; And hallelua's highest key, Shall be our theme eternally. HYMN 208. The sufferings of Christ, 1 THE Son of man they did betray, He was condemn'd and led away, Think, O my soul, on that dread day, Look on Meunt Calvary. 288 SELECTED 2 Behold him Lamb like led along, Surrounded by a wicked throng, Accused by each lying tongue, And thus the Lamb of God they hung Upon Mount Calvary. 3 'Twas thus the glorious sufferer stood, With hands and feat nail'd to the wood; From every wound a stream of blood, Came flowing down amain. 4 His bitter groans all nature shook, And at his voice the rocks were broke, While sleeping saints their graves forsook, While spiteful Jews around him mock'd, And laughed at his pain. 5 Now hear O heaven and earth and skies, Behold in agonies he dies, O sinners hear his mournful cries, While groaning on the tree. 6 The radiant sun withdrew its light, While streams of blood obscur'd the sight, All nature mourn'd and stood affright In that tremendous gloomy night, When Christ the Lamb was slain. 7 Hark men and angels, hear the Son, While he stood bleeding there was alone; He trod the wine press all alone, And spilt his precious blood* 8 In lamentation hear him cry Eloi Lama Sabbacthani, HYMNS. 289 When death had cloth'd those languid eyes Ha soon did mount the upper skies, The conquering Son ot God. 9 The Jews and Romans in a band, With hearts like steel, around him stand, And mocking, saying, come save the land, Come try yourself to free. 10 A soldier pierc'd him wjien he dy'd, The streams of blood flow'd from his side, And thus my Lord was crucify'd, Stern justice now was satify'dj Sinners for you and me. 11 'Tis done the dreadful debt is paid, The great atonement now is made, Sinners on him your guilt was laid, For you he spilt his blood. 12 For you his tender soul did move ; For you he left the courts above, That you the length and breadth may prove, And heighth and depth of perfect love, In Christ the smiling God. 13 Behold he mounts the Throne of state, He fills the Mediatorial Seat, While millions bowing at his feet, With loud Hosannas tell. 14 When he endured exquisite pains, He led the monster, Death in chains, Ye Seraphs raise your highest strains, With music fill bright Edom's plains; He conquer'd Death and Hell. 25 290 SELEOTEB 15 Glory to God who dwells on high, Who reigns enthroned above the sky, "Who sent his son to bleed and die, Glory to him be given. J 6 While here on Earth his praise resounds, Zion sing, his grace abounds, 1 hope to shout eternal rounds, In flaming love that knows no bounds, While swallowed up in Heaven. HYMN 209. 55th M. The exiles of Eden, 1 THERE fell from God's favor two exiles oi Eden, [and pain. They wander'd through deserts of sorrou They were banished from paradise the place of their freedom, And we their posterity are apt to complain: , O never again in the green shady bowers, Where our first 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 6ad is our fate, cry these heart wand'rinj strangers, The brutal creation more happy than we, Surrounded with troubles, temptations anc dangers, If God had been just, could such evils e'er be HYMNS. Hush all these compfcpts, let us mend our behaviour, We need not go mourning in exile forever, If we but repent and believe in the Saviour, Who dy'd to redeem us and lives to restore. 5 His character is lovely, it shines forth with splendor, He invites our attention to joys most sublime; He's mov'd with compassion, his his heart is most tender, [kind, His blood has aton'd for the world ot man- Come all ve despondent with hearts now re- lenting, L in g> Convicted, condemned, with sorrow repent- 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, j [night, Who revel in ball-rooms and gamble by Yet strangers to happiness, neglectors ot In Jesus I find a superior delight: His voice is sweet music, his person endear- ing, [cheering: To my spirit the wine of his kingdom is 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; [Lamb; Here's pleasure forever, come follow the 292 SELECTED Religion's a calling that will not disgrace you, An honor from heaven, arising to fame, Come, all ye ambitious, who rise by grada- tion, Salvation's the glory of every nation, Come now and receive it, and take your high station, In heaven be crowned on Jesus' throne. 6 Come, all ye vain tipplers, who often get heady, [street, Who sup at the tavern and lodge in the You reel on a precipice, you ought to be steady, [deep, Or soon you will tumble and fall in the "Where liquids are plenty and you'll not be craving, [raving, "Where devils torment and the damned are Where billows of justice and vengeance are waving, [hell. O'erwhelming your souls in the torments of 7 Come; all ye poor misers, who're rich in your coffers, I doubt much if ever you libVal will be, Except ye repent and take Christ at his offer; Your treasure'tis useless when death turns the key: [late riches, You've ground down the poor to accumu- Such impious conduct your character im- peaches, The root of all evil your spirit bewitches, To make life pernicious and die in contempt. HYMNS. 29 f> 8 Come, all ye proud Deists, who boast of jour reason, [prehend. Who will not believe what you can't com- Come, meet your opponent, let's argue a season, [end: And see how the contest will turn in the You've erected a babel, come now and de- fend it; ["tend it, Comprehend your existence, or else not pre- Here rises a mountain, you cannot ascend it; You're swamp t in the valley, or lost in des- pair, 9 Come all ye bold Ailteists, who glory in er- ror, [chance; Deny the true God and pay homage to Be true with conviction, and tremble with terror, Or you on to ruin do swiftly advance: By chance there's a God and by chance there's a Saviour, [ever; By chance there's a hell and you'll heir it for- By chance there's a heav'n for each true be- liever, [above. By chance there are angels and cherubs 10 The church of the first born to bliss have attain'd [time, Tho' once they were exiles that wander'd in Eternity's before them, the myst'ry's ex- plained; The glories of heaven unfolding in prime: 294 SELECTED Again they're restored to the most pleasing bowers; [sweet hours; In the presence of God now they spend their Their souls are enraptur'd with heav'nly powers, To sing the sweet anthems of Eden regained. HYMN 210. 5th M. Jim I a christian? 1 'TIS a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought; Do I love the Lord, or no? Am I his, or am 1 not? 2 If I love, why am I thus? Why this dull and lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse, Who have never known his name. 3 Could my heart so hard remain, Pray'r a task and burden prove, Ev'ry trifle give me pain, If I knew a Saviour's love? 4 When I turn mine eyes within, All is dark, and vain, and wild; Fill'd with unbelief and sin, Can I deem myself a child? 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mix'd with all I do; You that love the Lord indeed. Tell me, is it so with you? HYMNS. 295 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall; Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all, 7 Should I joy his saints to meet. Choose the way 1 once abhor'd; Find at times the promise sweet, If I did not love the Lord? 8 Lord, decide this doubtful case, Thou who art thy people's sun, Shine upon thy work of grace, If it be indeed begun. 9 Let me love thee more and more, If I love at all, I pray; If I have not lov'd before, Help me to begin to-day. HYMN 111. 7th M. The new birth. I WAK'Dby the gospel's pow'rful sound. My soul in sin and thrall I found Expos'd to endless woe; Eternal truth did loud proclaim The sinner must be born again, Or down to ruin go. 3 Surpris'd indeed, I could not tell, Which way to shun the gates of hell. To which I then drew near! I strove, alas! but all in vain. 296 SELECTED The sinner must be born again, Still sounded in my ear. 3 I to the law then ran for help, But still I felt the weight of guilt, And no relief I found; While sin my burden'd soul did pain, The sinner must be born again, Did loud as thunder sound. 4 God's justice too I did behold, And guilt lay heavy on my soul, It was a dreadful load; This solemn truth did still remain, The sinner must be born again, Or feel the wrath of God. 5 I heard some tell how Christ did give His life, to let the sinner live; But him I could not see: I read my bible, it was plain, The sinner must be born again. Or dwell in misery. 6 But as my soul with dying breathy Lay gasping near eternal death, Christ Jesus I did see; Free grace and pardon he proclaim'd, I trust I then was born again In gospel liberty. 7 Not angels in the world above, Nor saints could glow with greater love Than what my soul enjoy'd; My soul did mount on faith her wings. HYMNS. 897 And glory, glory did I sing To Jesus, my dear Lord. 8 Now with the saints I'll join to tell How Jesus sav'd my soul from hell, And sing redeeming love: Ascribe the glory to the Lamb, The sinner now is born again, To dwell with Christ above. HYMN 112. 7th M. Early duty, or the Lord's day morning, 1 WHENE'ER I look into thy word, And read about my dearest Lord, The friend of sinful man; And trace my Saviour's footsteps there, What humble love, what holy fear Through all his conduct ran! 2 If I regard the matchless grace He show'd unto the human race, How he for them became A poor sojourner here below, Oppress'd by pain and sorrow too, 1 can't but love his name. 3 And when I view his love to God, Those steps in which the Saviour trod, I long to tread them too; I long to be inspir'd with zeal To execute my Father's will, As Jesus us'd to do. 298 SELECTED 4 I read that he on duty bent, To lonely places often went, To seek his Father there: The early morn and dewy ground Can witness, they the Saviour found Engag'd in fervent prayer. 5 And did my Saviour use to pray Before the light unveil'd the day? And shall I backward be? No, dearest Lord, forbid the thought? Help me to fight as Jesus fought, Each foe that hinders me. 6 And you, my friends, who love his name, Who love to imitate the Lamb, And more of Jesus know; Come, let us all surround his throne. And see what blessings on his own Our Saviour will bestow. 7 Though fears be great, temptations strong. And though we oft have waited long, Perhaps he may design This morn to give each soul to see, And say with Paul, 6i he dy'd for me," And my Redeemer's mine. S Now cheerful we'll begin to pray ? That he will wash our sins away In his atoning blood: That he his blessing may bestow, And give each mourner here to know That he's a child of God. HYMNS. 299 HYMN 213. P. M. On Baptism; by a Lady of Connecticut, on be- ing baptized. 1 WHAT think you my friends of the preach- ing of John? Was it from heaven, or was it of men? We hear him declaring glad tidings of peace, Proclaiming a Jubilee, a year of release. 2 The law and the prophets continued till John, Our Saviour hath told us where gospel begun; And since that, God's kingdom is preach'd, saith the word, [the Lord. And all men press in who have faith in 5 The first of the gospel, the dawn of the day, The voice of one crying, prepare ye the way; Bring forth your repentance, ye viperous breed, And think not to say ye are Abraham's seed* 4 A new dispensation to them he declares, And preaches repentance to Abraham's heirs; The children of Abraham's natural seed, Found they had no right his baptism to plead. 5 But when he perceived repentance was theirs, Then he gave baptism to Abraham's heirs; Those who had been sealed to covenant things, We find him baptizing, confessing their sins* 300 SEXEOTED 6 He tells them their Saviour is already here, And while he's baptizing, our Lord doth ap-i pear, For to be baptiz'd: John shrinks at the thing,) And owns he has need to receive it from i him. 7 But when lie informed it was his request, He freely baptiz'd him as he did the rest; And this institution was own'd from above, j The Spirit of God was sent down like a dove. 3 And his sweet example is left on record, Whoever steps in, they will find a reward* They'll find peace of conscience and joy in the same, When they are baptiz'd in Jesus' own name. 9 The Eunuch we find was in haste to receive? His water baptism, when he did believe; He went on his way rejoicing in God, While those that rebel must be tasting his rod. 10 The friends of Cornelius who heard Peter's word, Believ'd and received the seal of the Lord; The Holy Ghost fell, then their joys did arise, And Peter commands that they should be baptiz'd. HYMNS. 301 11 St. Paul's great conversion he found in the way, [the day; The light which shone round him exceeded Then he was three days, neither drank nor did eat, Yet he was baptized before he took meat. 12 We read where three thousand believ'd in a day, That they were baptiz'd without a delay; The house of the jailor believ'd in the night, And they were baptized before it was light. 13 Forbear then to censure my being in haste, Or shew me an instance where it was the case, That primitive christians deferred the thing; I answer my conscience to Jesus my King. HYMN 214. P. M. What think ye of Christ? i 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. 26 302 SELECTED 2 Some take him a creature to be, A man, or an angel at most; Sure these have not feelings like me, Nor know themselves wretched and lost; So guilty, so helpless am I, I could not confide in his wordj Nor on his protection rely, Unless I could call him my God. 3 Some call him a Saviour in word, But mix their own works with the plan? And hope he his help will afford, When they have done all that they can. If doings prove rather too light, (A little they own they may fail) They purpose to make up full weight, By casting his name in the scale. 4 Some style him the pearl of great price. And say he's the fountain of joys; Yet feeci upon folly and vice, And cleave to the world and its toys? Like Judas, the Saviour they kiss, And while they salute him betray; Ah! what will profession like this, Avail in that terrible day. 5 If ask'd what of Jesus I think? Though still my best thoughts are but poo; I say he's my meat and my drink, My life, and my strength, and my store; My shepherd, my husband my friend, My Saviour from sin and from thrall; My hope from beginning to end, My portion, my Lord, and my all, UYiMxs. 303 HYMN 215. P. M. Jl dialogue — Brethren and Sisters,. 1 WE'RE on our journey home, We're on our journey home, We're on our journey home, To the new Jerusalem. Then rise and give him glory, Then rise and give him glory, Then rise and give him glory, For glory is his due. Sisters. 2 Brethren do you know him* O brethren do you know him, O Brethren do you know him, To be precious to our souls. Brethren. 3 Yes Sisters we all know him, Yes Sisters we all know him, Yes Sisters we all know him, To be precious to our souls. Sisters. 4 Then rise and give him glory, Then rise and give him glory, Then rise and give him glory* For glory is his due. Brethren. 5 Sisters do you know him, Sisters do you know him, 304 SELECTED Sisters do you know him, To be precious to your souls. Sisters* 6 Yes Brethren we all know him, Yes Brethren we all know him, Yes Brethren we ail know him, To be precious to our souls. Brethren* 7 Then rise and give him glory, Then rise and give him glory, Then rise and give him glory, For glory is his due. Brethren and Sisters. 8 We're on our journey home, We're on our journey home. We're on our journey home, To the new Jerusalem. All rise and give him glory, All rise and give him glory, AH rise and give him glory, For glory is his due. HYMN 216. P. M. The thousand years of Christ's reign; or, thfi new Jubilee. 1 WHAT sound is this salutes my ear? 'Tis Gabriel's trump methinks I hear, Th' expected day is come; Hi'MKS. oO.~ Behold the hearen, the earth, and sea, Proclaim the year of Jubilee, Return ye exiles home. 2 Behold the fair Jerusalem, Illuminated by the Lamb, In glory cloth appear; FairZion s rising from the tomb, To meet the bridegroom now he's come, Which hails tiie jubile year. 3 Transported with his bleeding charms, King Jesus takes her in his arms, She thus begins to sing; From pits of woe and fiery chains, Through floods of grief, exquisite pains. Behold the rising spring. 4 As larks and linnets sweetly sing. All around the hills and valleys ring, Safe from the fowler's snare; A thousand years our souls shall dwell, And sing while Satan's bound in hell, Which ends the jubile year. 5 The dragon is let loose once more, All around the earth his legions roar, He is for war again; But he who sits upon the throne, Drives Satan and his army down To darkness, fire, and pain. 6 The archangel's trumpet you shall hear, A threat white throne shall then appear; To unfold -an awful scene: 306 SELECTED An angel turns the moon to blood, Blows out the sun, consumes the flood, And burns the broad terrene. 7 Depart, ye cursed, down to hell, From all my saints to bid farewell, Never to see my face; My calls of love you have withstood, And trampled on my precious blood, And spurn'd at offer'd grace. 8 See parents and their children part, Some shout for joy, some bleed at heart, Never to meet again; In fiery chariot Zion flies, And quickly gains the upper skies, And Canaan's dazzling plain. 9 My soul is striving to be there, I Jong to rise and wing the air, And trace the sacred road; Adieu! adieu, all mortal things, Oh! that I had an angel's wings, I'd quickly see my God-. 10 Fly! gracious moments, fly, O fly! I thirst, I pant, 1 long, I try, Angelic joys to prove; Soon I shall quit this house of clay, Clap my glad wings and soar away, And sliout redeeming love. HkMNS. 507 HYMN 217. P. M. The new Jerusalem. WITH pleasure behold, That city of Gold, How beautiful, lovely, and bright; Coming down from above, In its glory and love, Adorned with glory and light? Prepaid as a bride For Im.!.) nu el's side, Let angels rejoice at the sight; Jerusalem new, Its glory doth shew, The wisdom of God and his might. Its wall great and high, Behold it with joy, Think of it ye saints with delight: Behold its foundation, With great admiration, With precious stones garnished bright! It lieth four square, A golden reed there, And angels to measure it right; Consider with pleasure, It's equal in measure; Its length, breadth, and height are alike. Twelve angels there wait At each holy gate, The righteous rejoice as they enter; For they will behoM 308 SELECTED A city of gold, The tree of life in its centre; Then proceeds from the throne Of the King whom we own, A river of water of life, As crystal it's clear, As wine it doth cheer The heart of the bride, the Lamb's wife. 4 There those who do well, With Jesus sliall dwell, For ever and ever in peace; They need not the moon, Nor the bright shining sun, In so glorious and holy a place: GocTs glory will shine, And give light divine, Therefore it nil! never he nighty What raptures are there, All heaven doth share, It's perfectly filled with light. 5 The saints shall there reign, With the Lamb that was slain; The face of their King they will see, There standing before him, To love and adore him, His name on their foreheads will be; Great joy will he there, The righteous will share, While angels their voices are raising, How pleasant the singing, Melodiously ringing, While saints are in harmony praising. HYMNS. HYMN 218. Weeping Mary* 1 \V r HEN weeping Mary came to seek, Her loving Lord and Saviour; f Twas in the morning early she In tears to gain the favor. 2 With guards and soldiers plac'd around The tomb that held the body, Of him whom she thought under ground^ By wicked hands all bloody. 3 But how her aching heart was torn, To find the tomb was empty; In solemn silence she did mourn, As onward she did venture. 4 Two angels in bright raiment shone, Anticipate her sorrow; And say why doth this creature mourn, And why this gloomy sorrow. 5 Whom seek thou, Mary, they did say, And why this solemn mourning? Because they've took my Lord away^ I thought to see this morning. 6 He standing by her, though unknown, She thought it was the gard'ner; In flowing tears she makes her moan, Not knowing 'twas her pard'ner. 7 I'll grieve and cry, poor Mary said, Till I know where they've laid him; And quickly turning round her head, Began for to upbraid him. 310 SELECTED 8 Whom seek thou Mary, says the Son£ She then perceiv'd her Saviour, And quickly to his feet she run, Not fearing harm or danger. 9 So then like Mary let us go, And kiss the feet of Jesus; He'll cleanse us all from sin and woe. In glory he'll receive us. HYMN 219. The gospel market. 1 WHY stand you here idle my friends all the day, [pass away! Your moments are fleeting, they'll soon The market is open, the store you may see, Then come take in welcome, all things here are free. 2 Here's mercy and pardon, here's love and free grace, [and peace, Here's strong consolation, here's great joy Here's hope for the hopeless, the weary'fl find rest, [and distress'd, Here are all things in plenty for the poor S Here are clothes for the naked, here all may be clad, [be fed; Here is bread for the hungry, here souls may Here is manna from heaven, this food is di- vine, [refin'd. Fat things full of marrow and wine well HYMNS. 311 4 Here is oil, milk ami honey a plenty in store, Sufficient for thousands, yea millions and more; Here's a balm for the wounded; here's strength for the weak, Here cordials divine are prepar'd for the sick. 3 Here medicine for healing is given out free, Here's eye-salve for eyes for to make them to see; [to walk, Here cripples are healed, the lame made The deaf made to hear and the dumb made to talk. o Here lepers are cleansed and purg'd from their sores, [made pure? Here sinners are pardon'd and souls are Here bondslaves are ransom'd and freed from their chains, [pains. Here all who are willing are eas'd of their 7 Here are armors and weapons for soldiers tG wield, \ breastplate, a helmet, a sword and a shield; The poor receive riches, a crown for the head, [dead. Here's eternal salvation and life for the & Then come all ye needy, ye poor and dis- tress'd, [bless'd; Come and receive freely and be ye ever O! come without money to Jesus and buy, Then love him and praise him forever oq igt high! 312 SELECTED HYMN 220. An address to youth. 1 YOUNG people all attention give! While I address you in God's name: You who in sin and folly live, Come hear the counsel of a friend. I sought for bliss in glitt'ring toys; And rang'd the luring scenes of vice! But never found substantial joys. Until I heard my Saviour's voice- 2 He spake at once my sins forgiv'n, And swept my load of guilt away; He gave me glory, 'peace, and heaven, And thus I found the glorious way. And now with trembling sense I view, Dread billows roll beneath your/eef, While death eternal waits for you, Who slight the force of Gospel truth. 3 Youth, like the spring, will soon be gone. In rolling years, or sudden death; Your morning Sun may set at noon, And you, in darkness grope beneath: Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeks May wither like the blasted rose: The coffin, earth, and winding sheet, Will soon your active limbs enclose. 4 Ye heedless youth, who widely rove, The grave will soon become your bedi There darkness reigns, ari'd vapors mor?. In solemn Silence round your head: HYMNS. 313 Your friends will pass the lonesome place, And with a sigh, move slow along; Still gazing on the spires of grass, That shall be o'er your bodies grown. 5 But Oh! the soul where vengeance reigns, That sinks in groans, and ceaseless cries! It moves amidst the burning flames, In boundless woes and agonies! There swallow'd up in darkest night, Where Devils howl, and thunders roar ? To rage in keen despair and guilt, When thousand, thousand, years are o'er. 6 Oh! fellow youth, this is the state Of all who do free grace refuse; And soon with you 'twill be too late, The way of life, in Christ to choose: Come, lay your carnal weapons by, No longer fight against your God; But with the Gospel now comply, And Iieav'n shall be your great reward. HYMN 221 20th M. The sailor, 1 YE sons of the main, ye that sail o'er the flood, [up to God, Whose sins, big as mountains, have reach'd Remember thy short voyage of life soon will end, [friend. Now come, brother sailor, make Jesus your 27 3 14 SELECTED 2 Look astern! on your life see your wake! mark'd with sin, [founder in; j Look ahead! see what torments you'll sooiii The hard rocks of death soon will beat out your keel, [to hell J Then your vessel and cargo will all sinkt S Lay by your old compass 'twill do you no good, It ne'er will direct you the right way to God; Mind your helm brother sailor, and don't fall asleep, [in the deep. Watch and pray night and day lest you sink 4 Spring your luff, brother sailor, the breeze now is fair, [torments you'll clear; Trim your sails to the wind, and those Your leading star, Jesus, keep full in your view, [quite through. You'll weather the danger, he'll guide you 5 Renounce your old captain, the devil, straightway, [astray; The crew that you sail with will lead you Desert their black colors, come under the rerf Where Jesus is captain to conquest be led. i His standard's unfurl'd, see it wave through the air, [near; And volunteers coming from far off and Now's the time brother sailor, no longer delay, [P^* Embark now with Jesus, good wageg ke'll HYMNS. 315 7 The bounty he'll give when the voyage doth begin, He'll forgive your transgressions and cleanse you from sin, Good usage he'll give while you sail on the way, And shortly you'll anchor in heaven's broad bay. 8 In the harbor of glory forever you'll ride, Free from quicksands and dangers and sin's rapid tide, Where the waves of death cease and th' tem- pest is o'er, And the hoarse breath of Boreas dismast thee no more. 9 Thy tarpolion jacket no longer you'll wear, But robes dipt in heaven all white, clean and fair, A crown on thy head that would dazzle the sun, And from glory to glory eternally run. HYMN 221. 52d M. The query. 1 IS there any body here that seeks salvation? That would from death and danger flee; Let him now repent and seek God's favor: He shall obtain a pardon free. 316 SELECTED CHORUS. O Glory, glory halleluia, Glory be to God that rules on high. 2 Is there any body here like th* trembling Jailor? How to be saved, fearful cry; Listen to the gospel there's an answer; Believe in Jesus* he'll draw nigh. O glory, &c S Is there any body here like lep'rous Naaman? Filthy polluted, and unclean; Let him now apply to Christ the Fountain; Wash and be made for ever clean. O glory, &c. 4 Is there any body here like sinking Peter? Venturing his strength like him to try, Finding his faith grow weaker and weaker; Call on the Saviour and he'll draw nigh. O glory, &c. 5 Is there any body here like doubting Thomas? Still yet in unbelief is bound; Trust in the Lord, believe his promise; See how he shows each bleeding wound. O glory, &c. 6 Is there any body here like fleeing Jonah? Seeking from duty for to fly; Thrown in the deep, o'envhelm'd with sor- row: HJMNS. sir Call on the Saviour and he'll draw nigh. O glory, &c. 7 Is there any body here like th' starving- Prod ? ga I? Ready to famish and to die; Let him now repent of his hackslidings; Look to the Saviour and he'll draw nigh. () glory, &c. 8 Is there any body here like weeping Mary? Mourning his sins at Jesus' feet; Viewing that they are great and many; Christ through his mercy will pardon speak, O glory, &c. 9 Is there any body here like happy Simeon? Saying in peace thy servant dies, Lord, for i've seen thy great salvation: Joyful in death then close your eyes, O glory, &c. HYMN £22. The preacher's complaint, 1 THAT poor sinners did but know What we for them do undergo Whom God has call'd to bear the news, To heathens, Gentiles and the Jews. 2 Permit me one thing for to tell Which my poor heart does often feci"; I've left behind a loving wife, Who is as dear to me as life £7* S18 SELECTED 3 O shall I stop with my complaints, And tell no more to God's dear saints, How oftentimes my heart is broke Because my children are forsook. 4 'Tis now and then I do them see, Which is a small comfort to me, But with them soon must part again, Which gives to my poor soul fresh pain. 5 It's often when I do them leave, They weep and sigh and sigh and grieve, But to their mama they will turn, Which causes her to weep and mourn. 6 Their mama then does them embrace, While tears ran trickling down her face; To comfort them, she says, Don't cry, Your papa'll come again by and bye. 7 Thus with them often I do part With weeping eyes and aching heart; 'Tis hard for me to leave them so, When reasons why they do not know. 8 But this a'nt all I undergo, I have to face cold winds and snow, And often through the desert ride To seek my Master's Son a bride. 9 Sometimes in sultry globes I pant, Smothers arise and make me faint: The scorching sun beats down so fair. I long for one sweet breath of air. HYMNS. 319 10 The clouds arise and thunders break, I feel the ground under me shake, The mountains tremble at the sound, And wet all through I'm often found. 11 Through creeks and rivers swift and wide Both high and low I have to ride, Perhaps beat down sometime before I can reach safe the other shore. 12 Sometimes in open chambers sleep, Or in some little bed I creep, I cannot rest for want of clothes, Smother'd in smoke and almost froze. IS Often with hunger I grow faint, Riding a distance, almost spent; My money's out, I cannot buy, Where I to suffer now and die. 14 Sometimes with false brethren I meet, Whose hearts are full of vain deceit; They seem quite clever at the first, Yet of all men they are the worst. 1 5 For my poor soul they lay in wait, And in my paths they spread their net; And what is worse, is harsh to tell, They seem to wish my soul to hell. 15 Of these King David did complain, By these our Saviour once was slain; Ten of them once, as Scriptures tell, Conspir'd young Joseph for to sell. :?£(/ SELECTED 17 In perils with these St. Paul did cry* And hy them good men often die; The first man that was ever slain Fell by his wicked brother Cain. 18 The wicked world quite in a rage To persecute they do engage; Their hearts are hard, their eyes are blind v Their tongues are sharp and prove unkind. 19 Satan, with all the troops of hell, Tries to drive me from Zion's hill, Tempting me hard; it is no jest, I have my match for to resist. SO My natural brethren do cry out, 1 wonder what he is about: Why does he thus fatigue his life; I do not think he loves his wife. 31 But 0, if they would consider, They'd know why she is like a widow: A view of souls expos'd to hell Has caus'd me to bid her farewell. ■12 The worth of souls lay near my heart, Which causes me with all to part: Both wife and children, friends and all Upon poor sinners for to call. 23 O may the Lord be with my mouth While I am travelling north and south, With mighty power bless every word, That sinners may turn to the Lord. 34 Then when I've done my work below* I'll gladly quit this vale of wo: HYMNS. 321 I hope to meet my friends above To clasp them in the arms of love. 25 In that sweet world there'll be no pain, Nor fears of parting there again, Then while we live, be this our care, To live so that we may meet there. HYMN 223. Joseph and his brethren. 1 WHEN Joseph his brethren beheld, Afflicted and trembling with fear, His heart with compassion was nil d, From weeping he could not forbear. 2 A while, bis behaviour was rough, # To bring their past sins to their mmd$ But when they were humbled enough, He hasten'd to shew himself kind. 3 How little they thought it was he, Whom they had ill treated and sold? How great their confusion must be, As soon as his name he had told. 4 I'm Joseph your brother, he said. And still to my heart you are dear; You sold me, and thought I was dead, But God, for your sakes, sent me here. «5 Though greatly distressed before, When charg'd with purloining the cup, They now were confounded much more, Not one of them dare to look up. S22 SELECTED 6 Can Joseph whom we would have slain • Forgive us the evil we did? And will he our household maintain? O, he is a brother indeed. 7 Thus dragg'd by my conscience, I came, Full laden with guilt, to the Lord, Surrounded with terror and shame, Unable to utter a word. 8 At first, he look'd stern and severe, What anguish then pierced my heart; Expecting each moment to hear The sentence, " ye cursed, depart." 9 But 0, what surprise whence spoke, When tenderness beam'd on his face; My heart into pieces was broke, 0*erwhelm'd and confounded by grace. 10 Poor sinners, I know thee full well; By thee I was sold, and was slain, I died to redeem thee from hell, And receive thee in glory to reign. 11 I'm Jesus whom thou hast blasphenrrd, And crucified often afresh; But let me henceforth be esteem'd, Thy brother, thy bone, and thy flesh. 12 My pardon I freely bestow, Thy wants I will fully supply, I'll guide thee and guard thee below, And soon will receive thee on high. 13 Go publish to sinners around, That they may bs willing to coma; HYMNS. 323 In true bread of life I abound, And tell them that yet there is room. 14 sinners, the message obey, And no vain excuses pretend; But come without further delay, To Jesus our brother and friend. HYMN 223. C. M. Church union. 1 OUR souls by love together knit, Cemented, mix'd in one, One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice, 'Tis heaven on earth begun. 2 Our hearts have bum'd while Jesus spoke, And glow'd with sacred fire; He stoop'd, and talk'd, and fed, and blest, And fill'd the enlarg'd desire. chorus. L. M. A Saviour let creation sing, A Saviour let all heaven ring, He's God with us, we feel him ours, His fulness on our souls he pours, 'Tis almost done, 'tis almost o'er, We're following those who're gone before, We soon shall meet to part no more. 3 The little cloud increases still, The heavens are big with rain, We haste to catch the teeming shower. And all its moisture drain. S2& SELECTED 5 A rilf, a stream, a torrent flows, But pour a mighty flood; Oh! sweep the nations, fchake the earth, 'Till all proclaim thee God. A Saviour, &c. 6 And when thou makest thy jewels up, A.nd set'st thy starry crown, When all thy sparkling gems that shine. Proclaimed by thee thine own. T May we the little band of love, We sinners sav'd by grace. From glory into glory chang'd. Behold thee face to face. A Saviour, &c. HYMN 225. Hosanna. 1 Hosanna to Jesus, I'm fill'd with his praises, Come oh my dear brethren, and help me to sing, No theme is so charming, no love is so warm- ing* It gives joy and gladness, and comfort • within. CHORUS. Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna we'll raise, Hosanna, hallelujalj to the Lamb for free grace. 2 Hosanna is ringing, oh how I love singing, There's nothing so sweet as the sound of his name, HTMN9L 3£5 The angels in glory, repeat the glad story, Of Jesus' love which is made known to men. Hosanna, &c. 3 Hosanna to Jesus, who died for to save us, I'll serve him, and love him, wherever 1 go; He's now gone to heaven, the spirit is given, To quicken and comfort his children be- low. Hosanna, &c. 4 Hosanna forever, his grace like a river, Is rising and spreading all over the land, His love is unbounded, to all its extended, And sinners are feeling the heavenly flame. Hosanna, &c. 5 Hosanna to Jesus, my soul how it pleases, To see sinners falling and crying to God, To see them now rising 'tis truly surprising, They've found peace and pardon in Jesus' blood. Hosanna, &c. 6 Hosanna is ringing, O how they love singing, The praises of Jesus and tasting his love, The sound goes to heaven, the spirit is giveta, It rolls thro' my soul from the mansion?. above. Hosanna^ &c 28 3^6 SELECTED 7 Hosanna to Jesus, my soul feels him pi ecjous, In sweet streams of glory he comes trom My heart is now glowing, I feel his blood % flowing, . I'm sure that my Jesus I realty love. Hosanna, &c. 8 Hosanna is ringing, the saints they are sing- And marching to glory in bright royal bands, ' ' Come on my dear brethren let's all go to heaven, . . For Jesus invites us with crowns in Iws hands. Hosanna, &c. 9 Hosanna to Jesus, my soul sweetly rises, I'll soon be transported to a happier clime, When shall I see Jesus and dwell on his praises, . And with him in glory eternally shine. Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna, we'll raise, Hosanna, hallelujah to the Lamb for free grace. HYMN 2£6. The invitation. 1 OH1 hearken sinners, we have come To warn you of your danger; We pray be reconcil'd to him Who once lay in the manger. HYMNS. 327 CHORUSu ilo! every one that thirst, Come ye to the waters, Freely drink and quench your thirst, Like Zion-s sons and daughters. 9, The awful God that made -your souls, And all the world around you, Doth charge you with ten thousand crimes But hatetli to confound you. Ho! every one that thirst, Sfc. 3 The cross of Christ you'll have to bear Fearless of persecution, Or groan you will, when time shall cease, In darkness and confusion. Ho! every one that thirst, Sfc. 4 Come all ye humble weeping souls Who long to be forgiven, We bring glad tidings unto you From the good Lord of heaven— Ho! every one that thirst, Sfc. 5 Behold tl|p crowd that's travelling on, In paths of self-denial! They march along the banks of love, And long for your arrival. Ho! every one that thirst, 8{c. p Shall unbelief deprive you from The knowledge of your Saviour? S28 SELECTED Believe and you'll be justified— Believe and live forever. Ho! every one that thirst, Qc. 7 Via not surpris'd that saints do sing, And angels shout and wonder, I would sing glory if I could As loud as mighty thunder. Ho! every one that thirst, Sfc. 8 Let heaven and earth with me unite, To sing and shout hosanna; The Lord has pardon'd all my sins, And fill'd my soul with manna. Ho! every one that thrist, Wise men have found by the rising star, And came to worship from afar, Their golden gifts they now present, Their &c. And spices of the sweetest scent, Their, &c. Shout! Shout! The King of Glory to the earth is sent. 5 Jews and Gentiles join in concert, To praise their infant King, praise him, him. him, him, Jews and Gentiles praise their infant King, And loud hosannas sweetly sing! With Gabriel and the shining host. With, &c. HYMNS. 533 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, With, &c. Shout! Shout! the King of Glory is come to reign. I am happy, I am happy, Glory be to God, O glory, glory, glory, glory, I am happy glory be to God, My soul's on flame for the realms above, I feel the bliss his wounds impart, 1 feel, &c. I find a Saviour in my heart, I feel, &c. Shout! Shout! The King of Glory is come, to reign. HYMN 229. L. M. The importance of time. TIME, time, how few thy value weigh! How few will estimate a day! Days, months and years keep rolling on, The soul neglected and undone. In painful cares, or empty joys, Oar life its precious hours destroys: "While death stands watching at our side. Eager to stop the living tide. Was it for this, ye mortal race, The Maker gave you here a place? Was it for this, his thought designed The frame of your immortal mind? GS4 SELECTED 4 For lofty cares, for joys sublime, He fashion'd you the sons of time; Pilgrims of time, ere long to be The dwellers in eternity. 5 This season of your being, know, Is portion'd you your deeds to sow, Wisdom's and folly's differing grain, In future worlds is bliss and pain. 6 Be warn'd. Each night the day review. Idle, or busy; search it through: And while probation's minutes last, Let every day amend the past. HYMN 230. C. M. Jesus worshiped by all the creation, 1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But ail their joys are one. 2 " Worthy the Lamb that dy'd," they crv, « To be exalted thus:" Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply, For he was slain for us. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and pow'r divine; And blessings more than we can give. Be, Lord, forever thine. 4 Let ail who dwell above the sky, In air, on earth, in seas, h\m.\s. 535 Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise. ■J The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name Of Him, who sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. HYMN 231. L. M. Christ apprehended. 1 THE traitor comes, with ruffian crew, " Good master, hail, " the traitor cries, Then gives the signal kiss; anew The traitor calls, " bold fast your prize/' 2 Whither ye rude, unhallow'd hands, My Lord, my Saviour, will ye bear? must the Prince of life these bands Of vilest ignominy wear. 3 He must; e'en he, whose voice could bring His Father's legions down to earth; Ten thousand thousand on the wing, To guard his life, who sang his birth. 4 He must; all rescue he declines: " Else oracles in vain foretell Eternal wisdom's great designs, To save a guilty world from hell." 5 Behold, the willing victim goes, As a meek lamb to slaughter led: What noble fortitude he shews! His looks how calm! erect his head! 356 SELECTED 6 Jesus, should thy cause require My blood, its heav'n-born truth to seal; Me, in that trying day, inspire With thy divinely-glowing zeal. HYMN 232. L. M. 2Vie condemnation and crucifixion. 1 BOUND in a malefactor's chains, Malice his innocence arraigns; Malice her venom'd spittle throws, Fierce malice deals her fiercest blows. 2 With crown of thorns his temples bleed, With cruel stripes his back is flea'd. Behold the Man—" The Cross," they call, " The Cross," and rend the judgment hall. S What evil has he wrought? " Away, Barabhas save, this fellow slay." Bleeding and faint, he bears along His cross, amidst a hooting throng. 4 Inconstant throng! the day before Heard your wide mouths Hosannahs roari " Messiah, King," with shoutings loud, You hail'd him. inconstant crowd! 5 Tngrates, where shall your lame, your Blinds Your sick, another healer find? Whence shall another Jesus come, To guide you to your Father's home? 6 Ah! they have nail'd him to the tree, Between the sons of infamy. HYMNS. 337 And now the scornful head they shake, And now th' insulting jest they break. 7 But oh! what tongue his grief can tell, When on his soul that darkness fell? " My God, my God and Father, why By thee forsaken must I die?" 8 Flow, flow my tears, in torrents flow! My sins, O Jesus, wrought thy woe: Help my weak faith, and with thy pow'r Uphold me in temptation's hour. HYMN 233. L. M. Tlioughts on God and Death. t THERE is a God that reigns above, Lord of the heav'n and earth and seas; I fear his wrath, I ask his love, And with my lips I sing his praise. 2 There is a law which he has writ, To teach us all that we must do; My soul, to his commands submit, For they are holy, just, and true. 3 There is a gospel rich in grace, Whence sinners all their comforts draw; Lord, I repent and seek thy face, For I have often broke thy law. 4 There is an hour when I must die, Nor do I know how soon 'twill come; How many younger much than I Have pass'd by death to hear their doom. 29 33S SELECTED 5 Let me improve the hours I have, Before the day of grace is fled; There's no repentance in the graven Nor pardon oS'er'd to the dead. HYMN 234. C. M. Harmony of the divine perfections. 1 SALVATION! what a glorious plan; How suited to our needs! The grace that raises fallen man, Our highest praise exceeds. 3 'Twas wisdom form'd the vast design. To ransom us when lost; And love's unfathomable mine Provided all the cost. 3 Strict justice with approving look, The holy cov'nant seal'd; And truth and pow'r both undertook The whole should be fulfill'd. 4 Truth, wisdom, justice, pow'r and love, In all their glory shone; When Jesus left the courts above, And dy'd to save his own. 5 Truth, wisdom, justice, pow'r and love; Are equally display'd; Now Jesus reigns enthron'd above, Our advocate and head. 6 Now sin appears deserving death* Most hateful and abbor'd;' HYMNS. 339 And yet the sinner lives by faith, And dares approach the Lord. HYMN 235. C. M. Atonement and sanctijicaiion, 1 ALAS! by nature how deprav'd, How prone to ev r ry ill! Our lives to Satan how enslav'd, How obstinate our will! 2 And can such sinners be restor'd, Such rebels reconcil'd? Can grace sufficient means afford To make the foe a child? S Yes, grace has found the wond'rous means, Which shall effectual prove; To cleanse us from our countless sins, And teach our hearts to love. 4 Jesus for us a ransom paid, And dy ? d that we might live; His blood a full atonement mane, And cry'd aloud, forgive. 5 Yet one thing more must grace provide* To bring us home to God; , Or we shall slight the Lord who dy'd, And trample on his blood. 6 The Holy Spirit must reveal The Saviours work and worth: Then the hard heart begins to feel. A new and heav'nly birth. 340 SELECTED 7 Thus bought with blood, and bom again, Redeem'd and sav'd by grace; Rebels, in God's own house, obtain A son's and daughters place. HYMN 236. The Jubilee. 1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound! Let all the nations know To earth's remotest bound; The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransorn'd sinners home. 3 Exalt the Lamb of God, The sin-atoning Lamb; Redemption by his blood, Through all the lands proclaim; The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransorn'd sinners, home. 3 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive; And safe in Jesus dwell, And blest in Jesus live; The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransorn'd sinners, home. 4 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of pard'ning grace; Ye happy souls draw near, Behold your Saviour's face; The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransorn'd sinners, home. HYMNS. o41 5 Jesus, our great high priest, Has full atonement made; Ye weary spirits rest; Ye mournful souls be glad! The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. HYMN 237. Redeeming love. 1 NOW begin the heavenly theme, Sing aloud in Jesus' name; Ye, who his salvation prove, Triumph in redeeming love. 2 Ye, who see the Father's grace Beaming in the Saviour's face, As to Canaan on ye move, Praise and bless redeeming love. 3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears, Banish all your guilty tears; See your guilt and curse remove. Cancel M by redeeming love. 4 Ye alas! who long have been Willing slaves of death and sin, Now from bliss no longer rove, Stop and taste redeeming love. 5 Welcome all, by sin opprest, Welcome to his sacred rest; Nothing brought him from aboVfr, Nothing but redeeming love. CO* 342 SELECTED 6 When liis Spnrit leads us home, When we to his glory come, W r e shall all the fulness prov^, Of our Lord's redeeming love-. HYMN 258. Fountain opened for sinners. 1 THE fountain of Christ, Lord, help us to sing; The blood of our priest our «rucifi'd king; The fountain that cleanses from sin and from filth, And richly dispenses salvation and health. 2 This fountain so dear he'll freely impart; When piere'd by the spear, it fiow'd from his heart; Wrth blood and with water, the first to atone, To cleanse us the latter; the fountain's but one. 3 This fountain from guiltnot only makes pure, And pves, soon as felt, infallible cure; But if guilt removed, return and remain, Its pow'r may be proved again and again. 4 This fountain unseat'd stands open for all, Who long to be heal'd, the great and the small; Here's strength for the weakly that hither are led; Here's health for the sickly, and life for the dead* HYMNS. 343 5 This fountain tho' rich, from charge is quite clear, The poorer the wretch, the welcomer here; Come needy, and guilty, come loathsome, and bare; Tho' lep'rous and filtljy, come just as you are. 6 This fountain in vain hath never been try'd, It takes out ail stain whenever apply'd; The fountain flows sweetly with virtue divine. To cleanse souls completely, tho' lep'rous as mine. HYMN 239. C. M. Efficacious grace. 1 HAIL! mighty Jesus; how divine Ts thy victorious sword! The stoutest rebel must resign, At thy commanding word. 2 Deep are the wounds thine arrows give; They pierce the hardest heart? Thy smiles of grace the slain revive, And joy succeeds to smart. 3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh, Come with majestic sway, Down from thy glorious throne on high, And make thy foes obey. 4 And when thy vict'ries are complete; When all the chosen race Shall round the throne of glory meet. To sing thy conqu'ring gjjace; S44 SELECTED. 5 Oh may my humble soul be found Among that favord band! And I, with them, thy praise will sound, As round the throne we stand. HYMN 240. C. M. The 'penitent* 1 PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet, A guilty rebel lies; And upwards to thy mercy seat, Presumes to lift his eyes. i2 Oh, let not justice frown me hence; Stay, stay the vengeful storm: Forbid it, that omnipotence Should crush a feeble worm. 3 If tears of sorrow would suffice To pay the debt I owe, Tears should from both my weeping eyes, In ceaseless currents flow. 4 Hut no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt; So tears, but those which thou hast shed 5 >lo blood, but thou hast spilt. HYMN 241. C. M. The Ministry of Christ i HARK, the glad sound, the Saviour comes. The Saviour promis'd long! Let every heart prepare a throne', And e^erv toice a sonar. HYMNS* 345 ! On him the Spirit largely pour'd, Exerts his sacred fire; Wisdom and might, and zeal, and love His holy breast inspire. He comes, the prisoners to release, In Satan's bondage held, The gates of brass before him burst* The iron fetters yield. He comes, from thickest films of vice, To clear the mental ray; And on the eyes opprest with night, To pour celestial day. He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure; And with the treasures of his grace, T' enrich the humble poor. Our glad Hosanna%, prince of peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heavVs eternal arches ring, With thy beloved name. HYMN 242. The Kingdom of Christ, REJOICE, the Lord is king, Your God and king adore; Mortals, give thanks, and sing, And triumph evermore; Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. AS SELECTED Rejoice, the Saviour reigns, The God of truth and love; "When he had purg'd our stains, He took his seat above; Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heav'n; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus giv'n; Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints rejoice. He all his foes shall quell, Shall all our sins destroy; And every bosom swell With pure seraphic joy; Lift up the heart, lift up the voice, Rejoice, aloud, ye saints, rejoice. Rejoice in glorious hope, Jesus the Judge shall come, And take his servants up To their eternal home; We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound, rejoice HYMN 243. C. M. 1 he Fulness of Christ. HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds, In a believer's ear? It soothes his sorrows, heals his founds, .And drives away his fear. HYMNS, 347 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast: 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. S By him my pray'rs acceptance gain. Although with sin defil'd; Satan accuses me in vain, And I am own'd a child. 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 warmest thought: But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as 1 ought. 6 'Till then I would thy love proclaim. With every fleeting breath; And may the glory of thy name Refresh my soul in death. HYMN 244. L. M. Christ the Physician of Souls. 1 DEEP are the wounds which sin hath made Where shall the sinner find a cure? In vain, alas, is nature's aid, The work exceeds all nature's pow'r. 55 Sin, like a raging fever, reigns With fatal strength, in every part; 348 SELECTED The dire contagion fills the veins, And spreads its poison to the heart. 3 And can no sovVeign balm be found?. And is no kind Physician nigh, To ease the pain, and heal the wound. Ere life and hope for ever fly? 4 There is a great Physician near, Look up, fainting soul, and live; See in his heav'nly smiles appear, Such ease as nature cannot give! 5 See, in the Saviour'9 dying blood, Life, health, and bliss abundant flow; 'Tis only this dear sacred flood, Can cleanse the heart, and heal its woe, 6 Sin throws in vain its pointed dart, For here a sov'reign cure is found; A cordial for a fainting heart, A balm for every painful wound. HYMN 245. At Dismission. 1 LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace,; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming graces Oh, refresh usJ Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, To thy gospel's joyful soundj May the fruits of thy ipdvation jtVmns. S49 In our hearts and lives abound: May thy presence With us, evermore be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal's giv'n, Us from earth to call away; Borne on angel's wings to heav'n, Glad to leave our cumb'rous clay May we ready, Rise and reign in endless day! HYMN 246. Worthy the Lamb. 1 GLORY to God on high! Let earth and skies reply, Praise ye his name: His love and grace adore, Who all our sorrows bore; Sing loud forevermore, Worthy the Lamb. 2 Jesus, our Lord and God, Bore sin's tremendous load, Praise ye his name: Tell what his arm hath done, What spoils from death he won: Sing his great name alone, Worthy the Lamb. & While they around the throne Cheerfully ioin in one, Praising nis name; Those who have felt his blood 30 550 SELECTED Sealing their peace with God, Sound his dear fame abroad. Worthy the Lamb. 4 Join, all ye ransomM nice. Our holy'Lord to bless; Praise ye his name: In him we will rejoice. And make a joyful noise, Shouting witlf heart and voice, Worthy the. Lamb. 5 What tho' we change our place. Yet we shall never cease Praising his name: To him our songs we bring. Hail him our gracious king. And without ceasing sing. Worthy the Lamb. 6 Then let the hosts above. In realms of endless love. Praise his dear name: To him ascribed be Honor and majesty, Thro' all eternity; Worthy the Lamb. HYMN 2*7. Farewell to the World. \ WORLD adieu! thou real cheat f Oft have thy deceitful charms HYMNS. FilPd my heart with fond conceit, Foolish hopes, and false alarms; Wow I see, as clear as day, How thy follies pass away. Vain thy entertaining sights,, False thy promises renew d All the pomp of thy delights Does but flatter and delude: Thee I quit, for heav'n above; Object of the noblest love. i Farewell honour's empty pride, Thy own nice uncertain gust, If the least mischance betide, Lays thee lower than the dust: Worldly honors end in gall, Rise to-day—to-morrow fall. i Foolish vanity— farewell- More inconstant than the waves; Where thy soothing fancies dwell, Purest tempers they deprave: He, to whom I fly from thee, Jesus Christ shall set me free. 5 Let not, Lord! my wand'ring mind Follow after fleeting toys, Since, in thee alone, 1 find Solid and substantial joys: Joys which never overpast, Through eternity shall last. 6 Lord! how happy is a heart, After thee while it aspires! 552 SELECTED True and faithful as thou art, Thou shalt answer its desires; It shall see the glorious scene Of thine everlasting reign, INDEX. Afflicted saint to Christ draw near Alas! alas! why is it so Attend, my soul, the sacred page Am I a soldier of the cross And am 1 born to die Ah! whence that hollow groan Ah! lovely appearance of death All you that in the flood Almighty love inspire Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell Arise my dear love, my undefil'd dove All you that love the Lord draw near As shepherds in Jewry, &x. As Jacob on his jonrney went And let this feeble body fail A mixture of joy and trouble, &c. Awake, my soul in joyful lays e AH hail the pow'r of Jesus' name Amazing grace! how sweet the sound All glory to mercy we bring Away, my unbelieving fear Ah Lord! ah Lord! what have I done All converted train And canst thou then believe, my soul Asham'd of Christ! my soul disdain Alas! by nature how depraved By whom was David taught Behold the sin atoning Lamb Bless'd be my God that 1 was born By faith I am a conqueror 30* 35,4 INDEX. Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near 39 By the poor widow's oil and meal 43 Brethren, I bid you all farewell 44 Behold a lovely vine 45 Brethren, while we sojourn here 47 Blow ye the trumpet, blow 240 Bound in a malefactor's chains 336 Christ our Lord is ris'n to-day 47 Come let me love; or is my mind 49 Come, friends and relations, come, &c. 50 Come to the glorious gospel feast 52 Come needy sinners, hear me tell 53 Come, sinners, to the gospel feast 54 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy 55 Come, and let us sweetly join 57 Come, angels, seize your harps of gold 58 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare 59 Come thou fount of ev'ry blessing 60 Come, and taste along with me 6 1 Come, welcome this new year of grace 62 Come, all ye mourning pilgrims, round 64 Come, ev'ry pious heart 66 Come, all ye wand'ring pilgrims dear 67 Constraint! by their Lord to embark 69 Come, brethren and sisters, &c. 70 Come, all ye weary travelers 71 Come, all ye mourning pilgrims 74 Come my soul, and let us try 77 Christ : s set on Zion's hill 79 Children of the heav'nly King 8t Come all who are New-Lights indeed 82 Come all ye saints and sinners near 84 0oiAe all who spend your youthful days 95 index, 555 Come brethren, anil rejoice with me 89 Come sing us one of Zion's songs 91 Come, let us join our cheerful songs 334 Come think on death and judgment 9'2 Christians, if your hearts be warm 96 Draw near, my friends, rejoice with mte 97 Dear Lord, I see in Peter's case 98 Did Christ o'er sinners weep 99 Dark and stormy is the desert 100 Death it is the King of terrors 101 Deep are the wounds which sin hath made 347 Eternal pow'r whose high abode 103 Elijah's example declares 104 Encourag'd by thy word 105 Far, far beyond these lower skies 107 Father of mercies, in thy word 108 Farewell, vain world, 1 must be gone 109 From whence doth this union arise 101 Father of mercies! God of love 111 Farewell, my brethren, in the Lord 112 From the regions of love 114 From the realms where the day, &c. 115 God moves in a mysterious .way 118 God, in the gospel of his Son 1 19 Grace! 'tis a charming sound 120 Gracious Lord, incline thine ear 121 Go on, ye pilgrims, here below 122 Great God! from thee the spirit came 123 Glory to God on high S49 Hail the day that saw him rise 124 Hail sovereign love! that first began 125 How lost was my condition 127 Hark! the voice of love and mercy 128 S5Q Head of the church triumphant 1*29 How meanly dwells th' immortal mind 134 Here stands a barren tree. 136 How sweet my minutes roll 137 How arduous is the preacher's fight 138 He dies! the Friend of sinners dies 139 Here at thy table, Lord, we meet 140 How can L sleep, when angels sing 141 Happy the humble souls that know 144 Hark! listen to the trumpeters 145 Hail, the new year, that's now begun 147 How firm a foundation ye saints, &c. 130 How tedious and tasteless the hour 132 How happy are they 133 How charming, 0! how charming 331 Hosanna to Jesus, I'm fill'd with, &c. 324 Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes 344 Hail, mighty Jesus; how divine 343 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds. 346 in evil long I took delight 148 It is a glorious mystery 149 I would but cannot sing 150 I sojourn in a vale of tears 151 I ask'd the Lord that I might grow _ 153 i see the pleasant bed 154 In jjda's dreary wilderness 155 In Jordan's tide the baptist stands 156 it grieves me, Lord, it grieves me sore 157 I set myself against the Lord 158 I'm tir'd with visits, modes and forms 161 I've 'listed in the holy war 162 I Am hath sent me to you 164 In times of persecution 166 I've brought up children saith the Lord 169 Innumerable foes J™ In the house of king Davul &c. 17- Is this unpleasing cup now given 174 I sing a song which doth belong y* I want not India's pearly shore I/O In heav'nly choirs a question rose Is there any body here &c. 31 J Jesus drinks the bitter cup l*£ Jesus my all to heav'n is gone 17» Jesus Christ hath pow'r alone Jesus, I'll sing of thy free grace 180 Jesus, my truth my way J«» Jesus, let thy pitying eye J" Jesus, in my youthful bloom Jesus, at thy command * 35 Jesus, the friend of man 180 Jerusalem my happy home 18/ Keep silence all created things Kind souls, who for the mis'nes moan 190 King Hezekiah lay diseas'd 191 Lord, thou hast been thy children's God i93 Lord, thou with an unerring: beam Long have I seem'd to serve dee, Lord Lovers of pleasure more than God Let earth and heav'n agree J9o Lord, I cannot let thee go Look, how the sons of Zion lay Lord, hear a burden'd sinner mourn Lord, bid me come to thee Lord, 'tis an infinite delight Let world I v minds the world pursue 203 Let strife forever cease s &* 356 INDEX. Lo! he comes with clouds descending Let heav'n and earth agree Life's a warfare, I'm a soldief Lord, when I'm injur'd here and there Lord, at thy table I behold Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviour, Lift up your head. Immanuel's friends Lord dismiss us with thy blessing Mortals awake, with angels join My soul doth magnify the Lord Mighty God, on thee we call Mercy, O thou Son of David My soul with joy attend My God, my heart with love inflame M) guilty soul! how long beset Mount Zion is my home My Captain sounds th' alarm of war 224 Methinks the last great day is come 225 My days, my weeks, my months, &c. 226 My friend, what thousands I behold 227 My soul's full of glory &c. 229 My harp untun'd and laid aside 231 Mercy divine is sovereign, free 253 My Jesus he is all to me 234 Mine ears delighted with the sound 235 Now the Saviour stands a pleading 236 Now to the pilgrims born of God 237 Nov/ from the garden to the cross 238 Now I have found the ground wherein 240 Now begin the heavenly theme 341 O sight of anguish! view it near 241 O that I had an angel's tongue 242 that I knew it was the case 24S INDEX. 359 Once I abhor'd the things of God 244 On Jordan's stormy banks 1 stand 245 Oft have 1 sat in secret sighs 246 O when shall I see Jesus 247 O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit 250 O thou in whose presence my soul &c. 251 O for a closer walk with God 256 O tell me no more 257 O that poor sinners did but know 317 Our souls by love together knit 323 Oh! hearken sinners, we have come 326 Precious Bible! what a treasure 260 Poor mourning souls in deep distress 258 Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet 344 Rise, my soul and stretch thy wings 262 Repent, ye never dying souls 263 Rejoice my friend, the Lord is King 329 Rejoice, the Lord is king 345 Stop, poor sinner, stop and think 264 Saviour, I do feel thy merit 266 Saviour, visit thy plantation 268 Stretch'd on the cross, the Saviour dies 269 Salem's bright King, Jesus by name 270 See mercy, mercy, from on high 272 Satan the prince of hell 273 Salvation! what a glorious plan 338 Throughout our Saviour's life we trace 274 The Lord into his garden comes 275 The voice of free grace cries, &c. 277 The fields they are white &c. 279 The great tremendous day's approaching 28i Through tribulations deep 2&3 Thou hast me Lord, a soldier made 286 560 INDEX. The son of man they did betray There fell from God's favour &c. 'Tis a point I long to know The fountain of Christ, Lord help us &c. Time, time, how few thy value weigh The traitor comes, with ruffian crew There is a God that reigns above Wak'd by the gospel's pow'rful sound Whene'er I look into thy word What think you my friends &c. What think ye of Christ? is the test We're on our journey home What sound is this salutes my ear With pleasure behold When weeping Mary came to seek Why stand you here idle &c. When Joseph his brethren beheld World adieu! thou real cheat Young people all attention give Ye sods of the main, ye that sail &c> 1> 7 i v £> _ C yH^WX. /l^l^ft t^jv^ . y