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 OAMF lij'^. T I N G 
 
 HYMN 
 
 BEING A 
 
 CHOICE SELECTION OF HYMNS 
 
 FROM 
 
 -THE MOST APPROVED AUTHORS 
 
 DESIGNED 
 
 TO AID IN THE PUBLIC AND PRIVATE 
 DEVOTION OF CHRISTIANS. 
 
 BY ORANGE SCOTT, 
 
 MINISTER OF THE GOSPEL. 
 
 " O, iing praises unto the Lord." 
 
 Ster.eotflju Htiftfon. 
 
 BOSTON: 
 PUBLISHED BY DAVID H. EL A. 
 
 1836. 
 
Entered according to the Act of Congress, in 
 the year 1833, by G. & C. Merriam, in the 
 Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massa- 
 chusetts. 
 
ADVERTISEMENT 
 TO THE FOURTH EDITION. 
 
 The very welcome reception which the New and 
 Improved Camp Meeting Hymn Book has met with, 
 wherever it has been introduced, has induced the Pub- 
 lishers to stereotype the work. The Hymns have been 
 carefully revised, several corrections made, and in a few 
 instances, a word or a line has been changed, in order 
 to render the versification smoother, or to express the 
 sentiment better. As few changes, however, as possi- 
 hle have been made, so that the present edition might 
 correspond with former ones. The great improvement 
 of the present edition is, that it contains thirty-two pages 
 of new Hymns, which have been carefully selected by 
 the Compiler, from a rich fund of materials, and it is 
 thought will add greatly to the value of the work. 
 These improvements, it is hoped, will render the work 
 yet more acceptable. While the additions which have 
 been made will increase the value, the price will remain 
 the same as heretofore. 
 
 It may show the high estimation in which the work 
 is held, to state, that in three years which have elapsed 
 since its first publication, twelve thousand copies have 
 been sold. The size and price of the volume, together 
 with the selection itself, render it pecuiiarly desirable. 
 There are, indeed, some larger works of the kind now 
 before the public. But their size seems to be increased 
 to little or no purpose : For, 1. A great number of the 
 Hymns they contain are never sung. 2. They are not, 
 
4 ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 of courie, so convenient for the pocket ; and 3. Their 
 price must necessarily be enhanced to about double that 
 of this work. There are, also, many important Hymns, 
 that are often sung, not to be found in any of the larger 
 books, but are contained in this. It was the constant 
 aim of the Compiler, in preparing this volume, to admit 
 nothing that wanted either good sense, good poetry, or 
 sound divinity. It is hoped, therefore, that in Camp 
 Meetings, social meetings, in the family and the social 
 circle, this Hymn Book will continue to be, as it has 
 been, a welcome visitant ; since it is believed that, all 
 things considered, it is much better adapted to general 
 use than any thing of the kind now before the public. 
 
 In conclusion, it is respectfully suggested to ministers, 
 and all who feel interested in the advancement of the 
 cause of true religion, whether they may not effectually 
 promote that object by extending the circulation of the 
 
 8 resent volume. All know the power of music to in- 
 uence the heart. It has, indeed, often been perverted 
 to the worst of purposes. Let us, then, in the language 
 of one of the Hymns, 
 
 " Music in virtue's cause retain, 
 Rescue the holy pleasure." 
 
 Next to the volume of inspiration, what more desirable 
 to the Christian than a companion which he can always 
 have with him ; its devotional sentiments, clothed in the 
 sweet language of poetry, ever at hand, to comfort him 
 when desponding, succor him when tempted, and refresh 
 him when weary ? 
 
 By an arrangement with the Compiler, the Publishers 
 have become proprietors of the copy-right, and will 
 answer all orders for the Hymn Book, in any quantity, 
 on the same terms as heretofore. It is intended that a 
 supply of the Hymn Book shall be constantly kept by 
 some bookseller in a central place in every state in 
 New England, and in some at the south and west, where 
 they may be had on the same terms as of the Publishers. 
 
 THE COMPILER. 
 
 Springfield, (Mass.) March 13, 1833. 
 
HYMN S 
 
 HYMN 1.—C. M. 
 
 The New Jerusalem. 
 
 1 Jerusalem, my happy home, 
 
 O how I long for thee ! 
 When will my sorrows have an end ? 
 Thy joys when shall I see ? 
 
 2 Thy walls are all of precious stone, 
 
 Most glorious to behold ; 
 Thy gates are richly set with pearl, 
 Thy streets are pav'd with gold. 
 
 3 Thy garden and thy pleasant walks, 
 
 My study long have been ; 
 Such dazzling views of human sight, 
 Have never yet been seen. 
 
 4 Reach down^'O Lord, thine arm of grace, 
 
 And cause me to ascend, 
 Where congregations ne'er break up, 
 And sabbaths never end, 
 
6 HYMN 2. 
 
 5 My friends, I bid you all adieu, 
 
 I leave you in God's care, 
 
 And if I never more see you, 
 
 Go on, I'll meet you there. 
 
 6 When we've been there ten thousand 
 
 years, 
 Bright shining as the sun, 
 We've no less days to sing God's praise 
 Than when we first begun^ 
 
 HYMN 2.— P. M. 
 
 Calvary. 
 
 1 As near to Calvary I pass, 
 Methinks I see a bloody cross, 
 
 Where a poor victim hangs ; 
 His flesh with rugged irons tore, 
 His limbs all dressed in purple gore, 
 
 Gasping in dying pangs. 
 
 2 Surpris'd the spectacle to see, 
 
 I ask'd, Who can this victim be 
 
 In such exquisite pain ? 
 Why thus consign 'd to woes ? I cried : 
 " 'Tis I," the bleeding God replied, 
 
 " To save a world from sin." 
 
 3 A God for rebel mortals dies ? 
 How can it be ? my soul replies : 
 
 What ! Jesus die for me ? 
 -"Yes," saith the suff'ring Son of God; 
 "I give my life, I spill my blood, 
 
 For thee, poor soul, for thee." 
 
HYMN 3. 
 
 4 Lord, since thy life thou'st freely given, 
 To bring my wretched soul to heav : n, 
 
 And bless me with thy love, 
 Then at thy feet, O God, I'll fall, 
 Give thee my life, my soul, my all, 
 
 To reign with thee above. 
 
 HYMN 3.— P. M. 
 
 1 Dark and thorny is the desert 
 
 Through which pilgrims make their way 
 Yet beyond this vale of sorrow 
 
 Lie the fields of endless day : 
 Fiends loud howling through the desert, 
 
 Make them tremble as they go, 
 And the fiery darts of Satan 
 
 Often bring their courage low. 
 
 2 O, young soldiers, are you weary 
 
 Of the roughness of the way ? 
 Does your strength begin to fail you r 
 
 And your vigour to decay ? 
 Jesus, Jesus will go with you : 
 
 He will lead you to his throne , 
 He who dyed his garments for you, 
 
 And the wine-press trod alone : 
 
 3 He whose thunder shakes creation, 
 
 He who bids the planets roll : 
 He who rides upon the tempest, 
 
 And whose sceptre sways the whole : 
 Round him are ten thousand angels, 
 
 Ready to obey command, 
 
8 HYMN 4. 
 
 They are always hovering round you, 
 Till you reach the heavenly land. 
 
 4 There on flow'ry hills of pleasure, 
 
 Lie the fields of endless rest; 
 Love, and joy , and peace forever 
 
 Reign and triumph in your breast. 
 Who can paint the scenes of glory 
 
 Where the ransom 'd dwell on high ? 
 There on golden harps forever 
 
 Sound redemption through the sky. 
 
 5 There's a million flaming seraphs 
 
 Who fly across the heav'nly plain ; 
 There they sing immortal praises; 
 
 Glory, glory, is their strain. 
 But methinks a sweeter conceit 
 
 Makes the heavenly arches ring : 
 And the song is heard in Zion, 
 
 Which the angels cannot sing. 
 
 6 O their crowns ! how bright they sparkle 
 
 Such as monarchs never wore j 
 They are gone to richer pastures, 
 
 Jesus is their shepherd there ; 
 Hail ! ye happy, happy spirits; 
 
 Death no more shall make you fear, 
 Grief nor sorrow, pain nor anguish, 
 
 Shall no more distress you there. 
 
 HYMN 4.— P. M. 
 
 Tlit Christian Pilgrim. 
 1 Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger, 
 Wandering through this lonely vale, 
 
HYMN 4. 
 
 Knowest thou not 'tis full of danger ? 
 And will not thy courage fail ? 
 No, I'm bound for the kingdom, 
 Will you go to glory with me ? 
 
 O hallelujah, O hallelujah, 
 I'm bound for the kingdom, 
 Will you go to glory with me ? 
 O hallelujah, O hallelujah. 
 
 2 Pilgrim thou hast justly call'd me, 
 
 Passing through a waste so wide, 
 But no harm will e'er befall me, 
 While I'm blest with such a guide. 
 For I'm bound for the kingdom, &c. 
 
 3 Such a guide ! no guide attends thee, 
 
 Hence for thee my fears arise ; 
 If some guardian power befriend thee, 
 'Tis unseen by mortal eyes. 
 
 O, I'm bound for the kingdom, &c. 
 
 4 Yes, unseen, but still believe me, 
 
 Such a guide my steps attend ; 
 He'll in ev'ry strait relieve me, 
 He will guide me to the end. 
 For I'm bound, &c. 
 
 5 Pilgrim, see that stream before thee, 
 
 Darkly winding through the vale; 
 Should its deadly waves roll o'er thee, 
 Would not then thy courage fad ? 
 No, I'm bound, &c. 
 
10 HYMN 5. 
 
 6 No, that stream has nothing frightful, 
 
 To its brink my steps I'll bend, 
 Thence to plunge 'twill be delightful \ 
 There my pilgrimage will end. 
 For I'm bound, &c. 
 
 7 While I gazed, with speed surprising, 
 
 Down the stream she plung'd from sight ; 
 Gazing still, 1 saw her rising, 
 Like an angel cloth'd with light. 
 O, I'm bound, &c. 
 
 8 Cease, my heart, this mournful crying, 
 
 Death will burst this sullen gloom ; 
 Soon my spirit, fluttering, dying, 
 Will be borne beyond the tomb. 
 For I'm bound, &c. 
 
 HYMN 5.— P. M. 
 
 1 Saw ye my Saviour ! Saw ye my Saviour 
 
 Saw ye my Saviour God ! 
 O he died on Calvary, 
 To atone for you and me, 
 And to purchase our pardon with blood. 
 
 2 He was extended; he was extended, 
 
 So painfully nail'd to the cross ; 
 There he bow d his head and died 
 There my Lord was crucified, 
 To atone for a world that was lost. 
 
HYMN 5. 11 
 
 3 Jesus hung o eeding, Jesus hung bleeding, 
 
 Three dreadful hours in pain ; 
 And the solid rocks were rent, 
 Through creation's vast extent, 
 When the Jews crucified the Lamb. 
 
 4 Darkness prevailed, darkness prevailed, 
 
 Darkness prevailed o'er the land ; ' 
 And the sun refused to shine, 
 While his Majesty divine 
 Was derided, insulted and slain. 
 
 5 When it was finished, when it was finished, 
 
 And the atonement was made, 
 He was taken by the great, 
 And embalm'd in spices sweet, 
 And was in a new sepulchre laid. 
 
 6 Hail, mighty Saviour, hail, mighty Saviour, 
 
 Prince and the Author of peace, 
 Soon he burst the bands of death, 
 And triumphant, from the earth, 
 He ascended to mansions of bliss. 
 
 7 There interceding, there interceding, 
 
 Pleading that sinners may live, 
 Crying, " See my hands and side, 
 Father, I was crucified 
 To redeem them, 1 pray thee forgive." 
 
 8 " I will forgive them, I will forgive them 
 
 When they repent and believe ; 
 Let them now return to thee, 
 And be reconcil'd to me, 
 And salvation they all shall receive." . 
 
13 HYMN 6. 
 
 HYMN 6.— P. M. 
 
 1 This morning most sweetly the gales are 
 
 all blowing, 
 Directly the breeze is from Mount Calvary ; 
 The sepulchre is open, the odours are flow- 
 ing, 
 Breathe gently, sweet zephyrs, breathe 
 gently on me. , 
 On this lovely morning the Saviour was ris- 
 ing, 
 The chains of mortality fully despising ; 
 His sufferings are over, he's done agoniz- 
 ing— 
 This morning my Saviour will think upon 
 me. 
 
 2 And now to the place that's appointed for 
 
 praying, 
 For worship that's social I'll quickly re- 
 pair ; 
 In service so pleasing, there needs no delay- 
 ing; 
 The stone is roll'd back, and ray Lord 
 will be there. 
 Rouse quickly, my soul, shake off thy dull 
 
 slumbers, 
 In melody raise all your heavenly numbers ; 
 For Jesus is pleas'd, when recounting his 
 members, 
 He finds you like Mary thus early at prayer. 
 
HYMN 6. 13 
 
 3 With faith in full action, we meet at th 
 
 chapel ; 
 There humbly we ask for a power divine : 
 Immanuel puts all our souls in a rapture, 
 
 And graciously causes his glory to shine ; 
 Our hearts are enliven'd, affections engag'd, 
 Devotion inspires us, and sinners amaz'd, 
 Behold with what zeal Christian warfare is 
 wag'd, 
 Against the fell monster and all his de- 
 signs. 
 
 4 Then trusting in Jesus, our head, and oui 
 
 leader, 
 We'll march on to glory without any fear ; 
 Each sabbath revolving brings one sabbath 
 nearer, 
 To that blessed morning when he shall 
 appear. 
 His sign in the east he will soon be display- 
 on. in S' 
 The nations to judgment will then be all 
 
 gathering, 
 Till then, we'll adore him, nor ever cease 
 praying, 
 Till praises unceasing shall call us from 
 prayer. 
 
 5 My brethren and friends, may the God of 
 
 all glory 
 Protect us, and save us from sin and al 1 
 harm ; 
 
14 HYMN 7. 
 
 With the head of the church in full view be- 
 fore us, 
 We'll show ourselves valiant in every 
 alarm. 
 
 Then each soul inspire, O God, with devo- 
 tion, 
 
 Be thou the great object of earnest affec- 
 tion, 
 
 And when these dull bodies shall cease from 
 their motion, 
 Receive us, O Jesus, to thy blessed arms. 
 
 HYMN 7.— I,. M. 
 
 " Fight the good fight of faith" 
 
 1 I've listed in the holy war, 
 
 To fight for life and endless joy ; 
 
 And grace, more boundless than the seas, 
 
 Is the rich wages 1 receive. 
 
 2 Under my Captain, Jesus Christ, 
 I now am listed during life, 
 
 To fight against the powers of hell, 
 In favor of Immanuel. 
 
 3 My Captain is the great I AM, 
 Against whose sword there's none can 
 
 stand ; 
 But all before his word must fall, 
 For he has power to conquer all. 
 
 4 My great good Captain, mild and meek, 
 Most kindly favours all the weak j 
 
HYMN 7. 15 
 
 His servants all are chosen peers, 
 And all his soldiers volunteers. 
 
 5 From day to day, with living bread, 
 And rich provisions, I am fed, 
 
 Drawn from my Captain's well-fill'd stores, 
 On blessed Canaan's happy shores. 
 
 6 Arm'd with my helmet, sword and shield, 
 I'll never quit the glorious field ; 
 
 For Christ my Lord the victory won, 
 Then, O my soul, put courage on. 
 
 7 I'm listed, and I mean to fight, 
 Till all my foes are put to flight ; 
 Though battles rage and wars increase, 
 Soon I shall reach a land of peace. 
 
 8 I'll God adore, obey his laws, 
 
 Nor coward prove in his good cause ; 
 But in his service firm abide, 
 Still fighting on Immanuel's side. 
 
 9 I ' ve fought through many battles sore, 
 And ready stand to fight through more, 
 Trusting in Jesus' sacred name, 
 None in this holy war are slain. 
 
 10 I have a sword, which, when J wield, 
 The stoutest foes must quit the field ; 
 The word of God must e'er prevail, 
 Eternal truth can never fail. 
 
 11 Come, sinners, then enlisted be, 
 
 And Christ our King shall make you free, 
 
16 HYMN 8. 
 
 Come, try his service, trust the Lord, 
 And heaven shall be your great reward. 
 
 HYMN 8.— P. M. 
 
 1 The gospel ship is sailing by, 
 The ark of safety now is nigh ; 
 O sinners, unto Jesus fly, 
 
 Improve your day of grace ; 
 O there'll be glory, glory, O hallelujah, 
 O there'll be glory, 
 
 When we the Lord embrace. 
 
 2 The judgment day is rolling on, 
 The glass of life will soon be run, 
 Creation with her fiery doom, 
 
 The Lord will soon appear ! 
 O there'll be glory, &c. 
 
 When saints shall view him near. 
 
 3 Now hark ! the trumpet rends the skies '. 
 See slumbering millions wake and rise ! 
 What joy, what terror and surprise, 
 
 The last great day is come ! 
 O there'll be glory, &c. 
 
 Around the judgment throne. 
 
 4 See nations throng his awful bar, 
 Both saints and sinners from afar, 
 All tribes and kindred now appear, 
 
 And wait to hear their doom ! 
 O there'll be glory, &c. 
 When Christ the Lord shall come. 
 
HYMN 9. 17 
 
 5 Jehovah now the book unseals ! 
 
 The clearest light each heart reveals ! 
 The pointed truth each conscience feels ! 
 
 The amazing throng divide ! 
 O there'll be mourning, mourning, mourn- 
 ing, mourning, 
 O there'll be mourning, 
 
 When justice shall decide. 
 
 6 See parents and their children part ! 
 See husbands and their wives must part ! 
 See brothers and their sisters part ! 
 
 To meet again no more ; 
 
 O there'll be mourning, &c. 
 
 The day of mercy's o'er. 
 
 HYMN 9.— P. M. 
 1 Hail ! thou blest morn, when the great 
 Mediator 
 Down from the regions of glory descends ; 
 Shepherds, go worship the babe in the man- 
 
 ger ; 
 ), for hi) 
 
 Lo, for his guide the bright angels attend 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Brightest and best of the sons of morning. 
 
 Shine on our darkness, and lend us thine 
 aid ; 
 Star in the east, the horizon adorning, 
 
 Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 
 
 2 Cold on his cradle the dew drops are shin- 
 
18 HYMN 10. 
 
 Low lies his head with the beasts of the 
 stall; 
 Angels adore him in slumber reclining, 
 Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all ! 
 Brightest and best, &c. 
 
 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, 
 Odors of Edom, and off'rings divine, 
 
 Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the 
 ocean, 
 Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the 
 mine ? 
 Brightest and best, &c. 
 
 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, 
 Vainly with gold would his favour secure ; 
 
 Richer by far is the heart's adoration, 
 
 Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 
 Brightest and best, &c. 
 
 HYMN 10.— P. M. 
 
 1 The pure testimony, put forth in the spirit, 
 Cuts like a sharp two-edged sword, 
 
 And hypocrites now are most sorely torment- 
 ed, 
 Because they are condemned by the word. 
 
 { • 'e pure testimony discovers the dr^ss, 
 
 V jile wicked professors make light of the 
 cross, 
 
 And Babylon trembles, for fear of her loss. 
 
 2 Is not the time come for the church to be 
 
 gather'd 
 
HYMN 10. 19 
 
 Into the one Spirit of God ? 
 Baptized by one spirit into the same body, 
 
 Partaking Christ's flesh and his blood. 
 They drink in one spirit, which makes them 
 
 all see 
 They're one in Christ Jesus, wherever they be, 
 The Jew and the Gentile, the bond and the 
 free. 
 
 3 Then blow ye the trumpet in pure testi- 
 
 mony, 
 And let the world hear it again : 
 Then come ye from Babylon, Egypt and 
 Sodom, 
 And make your way over the plain. 
 Then wash all your robes in the blood of the 
 
 Lamb, 
 And walk in the spirit through Jesus's name, 
 In pure testimony you will overcome. 
 
 4 The world will not persecute those that are 
 
 like them, 
 But hold them the same as their own ; 
 The pure testimony cries out separation, 
 
 That causes your lives to lay down. 
 Come out from foul spirits and practices too, 
 The track of your Saviour keep still in your 
 
 view^ 
 The pure testimony will cut the way through. 
 
 5 The great prince of darkness is mustering 
 
 his forces, 
 To make you his pris'ners again, 
 
20 HYMN 11. 
 
 By slanders, reproaches, and vile persecution, 
 
 That you in his cause may remain. 
 Then shun his temptations, wherever they lie, 
 And fear not his servants, whatever they say, 
 The pure testimony will give you the day. 
 
 HYMN 11.— P. M. 
 
 Christian Graces. 
 
 1 Daniel's wisdom may I know, 
 Stephen's faith and spirit show j 
 John's divine communion feel, 
 Moses' meekness, Joshua's zeal, 
 Run like the unwearied Paul, 
 Win the day, and conquer alL 
 
 2 Mary's love may I possess, 
 Lydia's tender-heartedness, 
 Peter's fervent spirit feel, 
 James's faith by works reveal , 
 Like young Timothy may I 
 Every sinful passion fly. 
 
 3 Job's submission may I show, 
 David's pure devotion know, 
 Samuel's call, O ! may I hear, 
 Lazarus' happy portion share r 
 Let Isaiah's hallowed fire 
 
 All my new-born soul ipspire. 
 
 4 Mine be Jacob's wi-estling prayer, 
 Gideon's valiant, steadfast care ; 
 
 ■ Joseph's purity impart, 
 
HYMN 12. ftl 
 
 Isaac's meditating heart ; 
 Abraham's friendship may I prove, 
 Faithful to the God I love. 
 
 5 Most of all, may I pursue 
 The example Jesus drew ; 
 In my life and conduct show 
 How he liv'd and walk'd below, 
 Day by day, through grace restor'd, 
 Imitate my perfect Lord. 
 
 HYMN 12.— P. M. 
 
 1 Wandering pilgrims, mourning Christians, 
 
 Weak and tempted lambs of Christ, 
 Who endure great tribulation, 
 
 And with sins are much distress'd, 
 Christ has sent me to invite you 
 
 To a rich and costly feast ; 
 Let not shame nor pride prevent you, 
 
 Come, the sweet provision taste. 
 
 2 If your heart is unbelieving, 
 
 Doubting Jesus' pardoning love, 
 Lay hard by Bethesda waiting, 
 
 Till the troubled waters move ; 
 If no man appears to help you, 
 
 All their efforts prove but talk, 
 Jesus, Jesus, he will cleanse you ; 
 
 Rise, take up your bed and walk. 
 
 3 If like Peter you are sinking 
 
 In the sea of unbelief, 
 
22 HYMN 13. 
 
 Wait with patience, always praying, 
 Christ will send you sweet relief^ 
 
 He will give you grace and glory, 
 All your wants shall be supplied, 
 
 Canaan, Canaan lies before you, 
 Rise and cross the swelling tide. 
 
 4 Death shall not destroy your comfort, 
 
 Christ will guard you through the gloom, 
 Down he'll send a heavenly convoy 
 
 To convey you to his home : 
 There you'll spend your days in pleasure, 
 
 Free from every want and care ; 
 Come, O come, my blessed Saviour, 
 
 Fain my spirit would be there. 
 
 HYMN 13.— P. M. 
 
 1 Glory to God that I have found the pearl 
 
 of my salvation ; 
 We're marching through Immanuel's ground 
 
 up to our heavenly station, 
 And I'm resolved to follow on, and never to 
 
 forsake him, 
 I'll always keep the narrow way, till I do 
 
 overtake him. 
 
 2 Fear not, says Christ, ye little flock, heirs 
 
 of immortal glory, 
 You're built upon the surest rock, the king- 
 dom lies before you ; 
 
HYMN 14. 23 
 
 Fight on, fight on, ye heirs of bliss, and tell 
 
 the pleasing story, 
 I'm always with my little flock, and I'll 
 
 bring them home to glory. 
 
 HYMN 14.— P. M. 
 
 1 How precious is the name, brethren sing, 
 
 brethren sing, 
 How precious is the name, brethren sing, 
 How precious is the name of Christ our Pas- 
 chal Lamb, 
 Who bore our sin and shame, on the tree, on 
 the tree. 
 
 2 I've given all for Christ, he's my all, he's 
 
 my all, 
 I've given all for Christ, he's my all ; 
 I've given all for Christ, and my spirit cannot 
 
 rest, [reigning there. 
 
 Unless he's in my breast, reigning there, 
 
 3 His easy yoke I'll bear with delight, with 
 
 delight, 
 His easy yoke I'll bear with delight ; 
 His easy yoke I'll bear, and his cross I will 
 
 not fear ; 
 His name I will declare, evermore, evermore. 
 
 4 I feel the love of God in my soul, in my 
 
 soul, 
 I feel the love of God in my soul, 
 I feel the love of God, in my heart 'tis shed 
 
 abroad, . 
 And I will serve my God here below, here 
 
 below. 
 
34 HYMN 17. 
 
 HYMN 15.— L.. M. 
 
 1 Pray on, my brethren in the Lord ; 
 Pray till you feel the pow'r of God ; 
 Pray till he drive your doubts away ; 
 Pray till you see the gospel day. 
 
 2 Pray for the mourners ; see their grief j 
 Pray till the mourners find relief; 
 Pray for the wicked every where ; 
 Pray, that your garments may be clear. 
 
 3 Soon you shall have your hearts' desire ; 
 Our G-od will answer as by fire ; 
 You'll see th' effect of fervent prayer, 
 In the abundant grace you share. 
 
 HYMN 16.— L. M, 
 
 Faith. 
 
 1 O precious Faith ! — may I be found 
 Establisli'd on its happy ground ; 
 Instruct me, Jesus, from above, 
 And build me up in Faith and Love. 
 
 2 Then let the rising billows roll, 
 Faith is the anchor of my soul ; 
 I'm well secur'd on every side, 
 
 Fix'd firm in Christ, my rock, my guide. 
 
 HYMN 17.— P, M, 
 
 1 Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring 
 To my enraptur'd vision, 
 All the ecstatic joys that spring 
 
HYMN 17. 35 
 
 Round the bright elysian : 
 Lo ! we lift our longing eyes, 
 Break, ye intervening skies ; 
 Sons of righteousness, arise, 
 Ope the gates of paradise. 
 
 2 Floods of everlasting light ! 
 
 Freely flash before him ; 
 Myriads, with supreme delight, 
 
 Instantly adore him ; 
 Angelic trumps resound his fame ; 
 Lutes of lucid gold proclaim 
 All the music of his name j 
 Heaven echoing the theme. 
 
 3 Four-and-twenty elders rise 
 
 From their princely station ; 
 Shout his glorious victories, 
 
 Sing the great salvation ; 
 Cast their crowns before his throne, 
 Cry in reverential tone, 
 Glory be to God alone ! 
 Holy ! Holy ! Holy One. 
 
 4 Hark ! the thrilling symphonies 
 
 Seem, methinks, to seize us ; 
 Join we too the holy lays, 
 
 Jesus, Jesus, Jesus ! 
 Sweetest sound in seraph's song, 
 Sweetest note on mortal tongue, 
 Sweetest carol ever sung, 
 Jesus, Jesus, flow along. 
 
26 HYMN 18. 
 
 HYMN 18.— P. M. 
 
 1 How lost was my condition, 
 
 Till Jesus made me whole ! 
 There is but one Physician 
 
 Can cure the sin-sick soul. 
 Next door to death he found me, 
 
 And snatch'd me from the grave, 
 To tell to all around me, 
 
 His wondrous power to save. 
 
 2 The worst of all diseases 
 
 Is light compared to sin ; 
 On every part it seizes, 
 
 But rages most within. 
 Tis palsy, plague and fever, 
 
 And madness, all combin'd, 
 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, 
 
 Some gave me up for lost ! 
 Thus ev'ry refuge fail'd me, 
 
 And all my hopes were cross'd. 
 
 4 At length this great Physician 
 
 (How matchless is his grace !) 
 Accepted my petition, 
 
 And Undertook my case. 
 He gave me sight to view him, 
 
 For sin my eyes had seal'd ; 
 
HYMN 19. 27 
 
 Then bade me look unto him ! 
 I look'd, and I was heal'd. 
 
 5 A risen, living Jesus, 
 
 Seen by the eye of Faith, 
 At once from danger frees us, 
 
 And saves the soul from death. 
 Come, then, to this Physician, 
 
 His help he'll freely give ; 
 He makes no hard condition, 
 
 'Tis only look and live. 
 
 HYMN 19.— P.M. 
 
 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 are so dear unto me, 
 
 Our hearts all united in love ; 
 "Where Jesus is gone we shall be, 
 In yonder blest mansions above. 
 
 4 O why should we be loath to part, 
 
 Since we shall ere long meet again ? 
 Engrav'd on Immanuel's heart, 
 At distance we cannot remain 
 
28 HYMN 20. 
 
 5 And when we shall see that bright day, 
 
 United with angels above, 
 No longer confin'd to our clay, 
 
 O'erwhelm'd in the ocean of love, — 
 
 6 O then with our Jesus we'll reign, 
 
 And all his bright glory shall see, 
 And sing hallelujah, amen, 
 Amen, even so let it be. 
 
 HYMN 20.— C. M. 
 
 1 What heavenly music do I hear, 
 
 Salvation sounding free ? 
 Ye souls in bondage, lend an ear, 
 . This is the Jubilee. 
 
 2 How sweetly do the tiding3 roll, 
 
 All round from sea to sea, 
 From land to land, from pole to pole, 
 This is the Jubilee. 
 
 3 Good news, good news, to Adam's race j 
 
 Let Christians all agree 
 To sing redeeming Love and Grace, 
 This is the Jubilee. 
 
 4 The gospel sounds a sweet release 
 
 To all in misery, 
 And bids them welcome home to peace, 
 This is the Jubilee. 
 
 5 Jesus is on his mercy seat, 
 
 Before him bend the knee ; 
 
HYMN 21. 29 
 
 Let heaven and earth his praise repeat, 
 This is the Jubilee. 
 
 6 Sinners, be wise, return and come 
 
 Unto the Saviour free ; 
 The Spirit bids you welcome home, 
 This is the Jubilee. 
 
 7 Come, ye redeem'd, your tribute bring, 
 
 With songs of harmony ; 
 While on the road to Canaan sing, 
 This is the Jubilee. 
 
 HYMN 21.— P. M. 
 
 1 The Lord into his garden comes ; 
 The spices yield a rich perfume, 
 
 The lilies grow and thrive : 
 Refreshing showers of grace divine, 
 From Jesus flow to every vine, 
 
 And make his people live. 
 
 2 O that this dry and barren ground 
 In springs of water may abound, 
 
 A fruitful soil become ! 
 The desert blossoms as the rose, 
 When Jesus conquers all his foes, 
 
 And makes his people one. * 
 
 3 The glorious time is rolling on, 
 The gracious work is now begun, 
 
 My soul a witness is : 
 I taste and see the pardon free, 
 For all mankind, as well as me, 
 
 Who come to Christ, may live. 
 
30 HYMN 21. 
 
 4 The worst of sinners here may find 
 A Saviour pitiful and kind, 
 
 Who will them all receive ! 
 None are too late who will repent ; 
 Out of one sinner legions went ; 
 
 Jesus did him relieve. 
 
 5 Come, brethren, ye who love the Lord, 
 And 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 heaven is now begun, 
 It issues from the shining throne 
 
 Of Jesus Christ on high ; 
 It comes like floods, we can't contain, 
 We drink, and drink, and drink again, 
 
 And yet for more we cry. 
 
 7 But when we come to reign above, 
 And all surround a throne of love, 
 
 We'll drink a full supply ; 
 Jesus will lead his armies through, 
 To living fountains where they flow, 
 
 Which never will run dry. 
 
 8 There we shall reign, and shout, and sing, 
 And make the heavenly regions ring, 
 
 When all the saints get home. 
 Come on, come on, my brethren dear, 
 Soon shall we meet together there, 
 
 For Jesus bids ua come. 
 
HYMN 22. 31 
 
 9 Amen, amen, my soul replies, 
 I'm bound to meet you in the skies, 
 
 And claim my mansion there ; 
 Now here's my heart, now here's my hand, 
 To meet you in that heavenly land, 
 
 Wheje we shall part no more. 
 
 HYMN 22.— P. M. 
 
 1 Brethren, while we sojourn here, 
 Fight we must, but should not fear ; 
 Foes we have, but we've a Friend, 
 One that loves us to the end ; 
 Forward then with courage go, 
 Long we cannot dwell below ; 
 Soon the joyful news will come, ■ 
 Child, your Father calls — Come home. 
 
 2 In the world a thousand snaros 
 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 
 
 3 But of all the foes we meet, 
 None so apt to turn our feet, 
 None betray us into sin, 
 Like the foes we have within , 
 Yet let nothing spoil your peace, 
 Christ will also conquer these ; 
 
39 HYMN 23. 
 
 Then the joyful news will come, 
 Child, your Father calls — Come home. 
 
 HYMN 23.— P. M. 
 
 1 Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviour, 
 
 Come and bid our jarrings cease ; 
 Come, O come, and reign forever, 
 
 God of love, and Prince of Peace; 
 Visit now pot • bleeding Zion, 
 
 Hear the people mourn and weep, 
 Day and night thy lambs are crying, 
 
 Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. 
 
 2 Some for Paul, some for Apollos, 
 
 Some for Cephas — none agree ; 
 Jesus, let us hear thee call us, 
 
 Help us, Lord, to follow thee. 
 Then we'll rush through what encumbers, 
 
 Over every hinderance leap, 
 Undismay'd by force or numbers ; 
 
 Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep 
 
 3 Lord, in us there is no merit, 
 
 We've been sinners from our youth ; 
 Guide us, Lord, by thy good Spirit, 
 
 Which shall teach us all the truth. 
 On the gospel word we'll venture, 
 
 Till in death's cold arms we sleep, 
 Love our Lord and Christ our Saviour ; 
 
 O, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. 
 
 4 Come, good Lord, with courage arm us ; 
 
 Persecution rages here ; 
 
HYMN 24. 33 
 
 Nothing, Lord, we know, can harm us, 
 While our Shepherd is so 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. 
 
 5 Here's the Prince of your salvation, 
 
 Saying, Fear not, little flock ; 
 I myselfam your foundation, 
 
 You are built upon this rock ; 
 Shun the path of vice and folly, 
 
 Scale the mount, although it's steep, 
 Look to me, and be ye holy, 
 
 I delight to feed my sheep. 
 
 6 Christ alone, whose merit saves us/ 
 
 Taught by him we'll own his name, 
 Sweetest of all names is Jesus, 
 
 How it doth our souls inflame ! 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory, 
 
 Give him glory, he will keep, 
 He will clear your way before you, 
 
 The good Shepherd feeds his sheep. 
 
 HYMN 24.— P. M. 
 
 1 Brethren, see my Jesus coming, 
 
 See him come in yonder cloud, 
 With ten thousand angels round him, 
 How they do my Jesus crowd. 
 
 2 I will rise and go and meet him, 
 
 And embrace him in my arms ; 
 
34 HYMN 24. 
 
 In the arms of my dear Jesus, 
 O, there are ten thousand charms. 
 
 3 Death shall not destroy my comfort, 
 
 Christ shall guard me through the gloon 
 Down he'll send some heavenly consort 
 To convey my spirit home. 
 
 4 Jordan's stream shall ne'er o'erflow me, 
 
 While my Saviour's by my side; 
 Canaan, Canaan lies before me, 
 Soon I'll cross the swelling tide. 
 
 5 See the happy spirits waiting 
 
 On the bank beyond the stream, 
 Sweet responses still repeating, 
 Jesus, Jesus is their theme. 
 
 6 See, they whisper ! hark, they call me ! 
 
 Sister Spirit, come away ! 
 Lo I come ! earth can't contain me ! 
 Hail, ye realms of endless day. 
 
 7 Worlds of light, and crowns of glory, 
 
 Far above yon azure sky ; 
 Though by faith I now explore ye, 
 I'll enjoy ye soon on high. 
 
 8 Smiling angels now surround me, 
 
 Troops resplendent fill the skies, 
 Glory shining all around me, 
 While my towering spirit flies. 
 
 9 Jesus, clad in dazzling splendor, 
 
 NoW methinks appears in view, 
 
HYMN 25. . 35 
 
 Brethren, could you see my Jesus, 
 You would love and serve him too. 
 
 HYMN 25.— L.. M. 
 
 1 There is a heaven o'er yonder skies, 
 A heaven where pleasure never dies, 
 A heaven I sometimes hope to see, 
 But fear again 'tis not for me. 
 
 But Jesus, Jesus is my friend, O hallelujah, 
 Hallelujah, Jesus, Jesus is my friend. 
 
 2 The. way is difficult and straight, 
 And narrow is the gospel gate ; 
 Ten thousand dangers are therein, 
 Ten thousand snares to take men in. 
 
 3 I travel through a world of foes, 
 Through conflicts sore my spirit goes ; 
 The tempter cries I ne'er shall stand, 
 Nor reach fair Canaan's happy land. 
 
 4 The way of danger 1 am in, 
 Beset with devils, men and sin ; 
 But in this way thy track I see, . 
 And mark'd with blood it seems to be. 
 
 5 Come life, come death, come then what 
 
 will, 
 His footsteps I will follow still, 
 Through dangers thick and hell's alarms, 
 I shall be safe in his dear arms. 
 
36 HYMN 26. 
 
 6 Then, O ray soul, arise and sing, 
 Yonder's my Saviour, Friend and King ; 
 With pleasing smiles he now looks down, 
 And cries, " Press on, and here's the crown. 
 
 7 " Prove faithful, then, a few more days, 
 Fight the good fight, and win the race, 
 And then thy soul with me shall reign, 
 Thy head a crown of glory gain." 
 
 8 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, 
 Till the last joyful trump shall sound, 
 Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, 
 And in my Saviour's image rise. 
 
 HYMN 26.— P. M. 
 
 1 From the regions of love, 
 
 Lo ! an angel descended, 
 And told the blest news 
 
 Jlow the babe was attended , 
 Go, shepherds, and visit 
 
 This wonderful stranger, 
 With wonder and joy 
 
 See your Christ in a manger. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, 
 
 Who has purchased our pardon, 
 We'll praise him again, 
 
 When we pass over Jordan. 
 
 2 Glad tidings I bring 
 
 To you and each nation ; 
 
HYMN 26. 
 
 Glad tidings of joy, 
 
 Now behold your salvation ; 
 When sudden a multitude 
 
 Raise their glad voices, 
 And shout the Redeemer, i 
 
 While heaven rejoices. 
 
 3 Now glory to God 
 
 In the highest is given, 
 Now glory to God 
 
 Is re-echoed through heaven ; 
 Around the whole earth 
 
 Let us tell the glad story, 
 And sing of his love, 
 
 His salvation and glory. 
 
 4 Enraptur'd I rise a 
 
 With delight and desire.; 
 Such love, so divine, 
 
 Sets my soul all on fire ; 
 Around the blest throne 
 
 Hosannas are ringing, 
 O when shall I join them 
 
 And ever be singing ? 
 
 5 Triumphantly ride 
 
 In thy 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 
 
38 HYMN 27. 
 
 HYMN 27.— C. M, 
 
 1 Arise and shine, O Zion fair, 
 
 Behold thy light is come, 
 Thy glorious conqu'ring King is near, 
 
 To take his exiles home ; 
 The trumpet's thund'ring through the sky, 
 
 To set poor sinners free ; 
 The day of wonders now is nigh, 
 
 The year of jubilee. 
 
 2 Ye heralds, blow your trumpets loud, 
 
 Throughout the earth and sky ; 
 Go, spread the news from pole to pole, 
 
 Behold the judgment's nigh : 
 Blow out the sun, turn up the earth, 
 
 Consume the rolling flood , 
 Whilst every star shall disappear, 
 
 The moon turn into blood. 
 
 3 Arise, ye nations under ground, 
 
 Before the judge appear; 
 All tongues, all languages, shall come, 
 
 Their final doom to hear. 
 King Jesus on his azure throne, 
 
 Ten thousand angels round ; 
 While Gabriel, with his silver trump, 
 
 Echoes the dreadful sound. 
 
 4 The glorious news of gospel grace, 
 
 With sinners now is o'er ; 
 The trump in Zion now is still, 
 
 And to be blown no more ; 
 The watchmen all have left their walls, 
 
HYMN 28. 
 
 And with their flocks above, 
 On Canaan's happy shore they sing, 
 And shout Redeeming Love. 
 
 HYMN 28.— P. M. 
 The Beggar $ Petition. 
 
 1 Encourag'd by thy word 
 
 Of promise to the poor, 
 Behold the beggar, Lord, 
 
 Waits at thy mercy's door ; 
 No hand, nor heart, dear Lord, but thine 
 Can help, or pity wants like mine. 
 
 2 The beggar's usual plea, 
 
 (Relief from men to gain.) 
 If offered unto thee, 
 
 1 know thou would 'st disdain ; 
 But those which move thy gracious ear, 
 Are such as men would scorn to hear. 
 
 3 I have no right to say, 
 
 That though I now am poor, 
 Yet once there was a day 
 
 When I possessed more ; 
 Thou know est from my very birth 
 I've been the poorest wretch on earth. 
 
 4 Nor dare I to profess ,r- 
 
 As beggars often do, 
 Though great is my distress, 
 My faults have been but few. 
 
40 HVMN 29. 
 
 If thou should'st leave m}' soul to starve, 
 It would be what I well deserve. 
 
 5 Nor dare I to pretend 
 
 I never begg'd before ; 
 And 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 much too good 
 
 For such a worm 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. 
 
 7 Nor can I willing be 
 
 Thy bounty to conceal 
 From others, who, like me, 
 
 Their wants and mis'ry feel ; 
 I'll tell them of thy mercy's store, 
 And try to send a thousand more. 
 
 HYMN 29.— C. M. 
 The Band of Love. 
 
 Our souls in love together knit 
 
 Cemented into one, 
 One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice, 
 
 'Tis heaven on earth begun. 
 Our hearts have burn'd while Jesus spake, 
 
 And glow'd with sacred fire ; 
 
HYMN 29. 41 
 
 He stoop'd and talk'd, and fed and blest, 
 And fill'd th' 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 foll'wing those who've gone before ; 
 We soon shall reach that blissful shore 
 Where we shall meet to part no more. 
 
 2 We're soldiers, fighting for our God, 
 
 Let trembling cowards fly ; 
 We'll stand unshaken, firm and fix'd, 
 
 With Christ to live and die. 
 Let devils rage and hell assail, 
 
 We'll fight our passage through , 
 Though foes unite and friends desert, 
 
 We'll seize the prize in view. 
 
 The little cloud increases still, 
 
 The heavens are big with rain ; 
 We haste to catch the teeming shower, 
 
 And all its moisture drain. 
 A rill, a stream, a current flows; 
 
 But pour a mighty flood ; 
 Oh ! sweep the nations, shake the earth, 
 
 Till all proclaim thee God. 
 
 4 And when thou mak'st thy jewels up, 
 And sett'st thy starry crown, 
 
42 HYMN 30. 
 
 When all thy sparkling gems shall shine, 
 Proclaim'd by thee thine own ; 
 
 May we, a little band of love, 
 We sinners, sav'd by grace, 
 
 From glory unto glory chang'd, 
 Behold thee face to face ! 
 
 HYMN 30.— P. M. 
 
 Tlie Family Bible. 
 
 1 How painfully pleasing the fond recollection 
 
 Of youthful emotion and innocent joy. 
 When blest with parental advice and affec- 
 tion, 
 Surrounded with mercies, with peace 
 from on high ! 
 I still view the chair of my sire and my 
 mother, 
 The seats of their offspring as rang'd on 
 each hand, 
 And that richest book which excels every 
 other, 
 That family Bible which lay on the stand, 
 The old fashioned Bible, the dear blessed 
 
 Bible, 
 The family Bible, that lay on the stand. 
 
 2 That Bible, the Volume of God's inspiration, 
 
 At morn and at evening could yield us 
 delight, 
 The prayer of our sire was a sweet invoca- 
 tion, 
 
HYMN 31. 43 
 
 For mercy by day, and safety through 
 night. 
 Our hymns of thanksgiving with harmony 
 swelling, 
 All warm from the heart, of a family band, 
 Half rais'd us from earth to that rapturous 
 dwelling, 
 Describ'd in the Bible that lay on the 
 stand, 
 The old fashioned Bible, &c. 
 3 Ye scenes of tranquillity, long have we 
 parted, 
 My hopes almost gone, and my parents 
 no more ; 
 In sorrow and sadness I live broken hearted, 
 And wander unknown on a far distant 
 shore ; 
 Yet how can I doubt a dear Saviour's pro- 
 tection, 
 Forgetful of gifts from his bountiful hand, 
 Oh ! let me with patience receive his cor- 
 rection, 
 And think of- the Bible that lay on the 
 stand, 
 The old fashioned Bible, &c. 
 
 HYMN 31.— C. BI. 
 
 Something always new, 
 1 Since man by sin has lost his God, 
 He seeks creation through, 
 And vainly hopes for solid bliss, 
 In trying something new 
 
44 HYMN 32. 
 
 2 The new possessed, like fading flowers, 
 
 Soon loses its gay hue ; 
 The bubble now no longer takes, 
 The soul wants something new 
 
 3 And could we call all Europe ours, 
 
 With India and Peru ; 
 The mind would feel an aching void 
 And still want something new. 
 
 4 But when we feel the Saviour's power, 
 
 All good in him we view; 
 The soul forsakes its vain pursuit, 
 Nor seeks for something new. 
 
 5 The joys a dear Redeemer brings 
 
 Will bear a strict review ; 
 Nor need we ever change again, 
 - For Christ is always new. 
 
 HYMN 32.— P. M. 
 
 1 See the Eternal Judge descending, 
 
 Seated on his Father's throne ; 
 Now, poor sinner, Christ will show thee 
 That he's with the Father, one. 
 
 Trumpets call thee, 
 Stand and hear thy awful doom. 
 
 2 Hear the sinner now lamenting 
 
 At the sight of fiercer pain ; 
 Cries and tears he now is venting, 
 Bat he weeps and cries in vain; 
 
 Greatly mourning 
 That he ne'er was born again. 
 
HYMN 32. 45 
 
 3 Yonder sits my slighted Saviour, 
 
 With the marks of dying love ; 
 O ! that I had sought his favour, 
 When I felt his Spirit move ! 
 
 Doom'd I'm justly, 
 For I have against him strove. 
 
 4 All his wooing I have slighted, 
 
 While he daily sought my soul ; 
 If my vows to him I plighted, 
 Yet for sin I broke them all j 
 
 Golden moments, 
 How neglected did they roll. 
 
 5 There I see my godly neighbours, 
 
 Who were once despis'd my me ; 
 Now they're clad in dazzling splendour, 
 Waiting my sad fate to see ; 
 
 Farewell, neighbours ! 
 Dismal gulf, I'm bound for thee. 
 
 6 Hail ! ye ghosts that dwell in darkness, 
 
 Groaning, rattling of your chains ' 
 Christ has now pronounc'd my sentence, 
 I'm to dwell in endless pain j 
 
 Down I"m rolling, 
 Never to return again. 
 
 7 Now experience plainly shows me 
 
 Hell is not a fabled thing ; 
 Now I see my friends in glory, 
 Round the throne they ever sing, 
 
 I'm tormented 
 With an everlasting sting. 
 
i(5 HYMN 34. 
 
 HYMN 33.— L,. M. 
 
 1 We've found the rock, the travellers cried, 
 
 O Halle Hallelujah, 
 The stone that all the prophets tried ; 
 
 O Halle Hallelujah, 
 Come, children, drink the balmy dew, 
 
 O Halle Hallelujah, 
 'Twas Christ who shed his blood for you, 
 
 O Glory Hallelujah. 
 
 2 This costly mixture cures the soul 
 Which sin and guilt had made so foul , 
 O that you would believe in God, 
 
 And wash in Christ's, most precious blood 
 
 3 I'm glad I ever saw this day, 
 
 That we might meet to praise and pray : 
 O children, children, bear the cross, 
 And count the world below as dross. 
 
 4 We'll bear the cross and wear the crown, 
 And by our Father's side sit down ; 
 
 His grace will feed our hungry souls, 
 While love divine eternal rolls. 
 
 5 His fiery chariots make their way, 
 To welcome us to endless day ; 
 Their glitt'ring millions we shall join, 
 To praise the Prince of David's line. 
 
 HYMN 34.— P. M. 
 
 1 As I lay musing on my bed, 
 I thought on my Redeemer ; 
 
HYMN 34. 47 
 
 My heart did sing to Christ my King, 
 Who did my soul deliver. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 We're all united, heart and hand ; 
 
 All in one band completely : 
 We're marching through Immanuel's land, 
 
 Where the waters flow most sweetly. 
 
 2 The mountains melt, the skies dissolve, 
 
 While sinners stand and tremble; 
 
 The saints rejoice, to hear God's voice, 
 
 While Jesus bids them welcome. 
 
 3 Then I saw thousands, hand in hand, 
 
 All on their way to heaven ; 
 They were baptized in Jesus' name, 
 And felt their sins forgiven. 
 
 4 As they march'd on, they saw a crown 
 
 That was by Jesus purchas'd ; 
 The sacred fire still rises higher, 
 While Jesus gives them conquest. 
 
 5 The trumpets sound, the armies shout, 
 
 The hosts of hell are driven ; 
 Fight on, fight on, ye conqu'ring souls, 
 The prize will soon be given. 
 
 6 When we arrive at joys on high, 
 
 To reign with Christ forever ; 
 There we shall drink full draughts of bliss 
 From the pure source of pleasure. 
 
 7 When on the flowery plains we meet. 
 
 And range the fields of glory; 
 
48 HYMN 35. 
 
 We'll shout and sing, to Christ our King, 
 And cast our crowns before him. 
 
 HYMN 35.— P. M.J 
 
 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 mount Calvary. 
 Behold him lamb-like led along, 
 Surrounded by a wicked throng, 
 Accused by each living tongue ; 
 And then the Lamb of God they hung 
 
 Upon the shameful tree. 
 ii ! Twas thus the glorious sufferer stood, 
 With hands and feet nail'd to the wood ; 
 From every wound a stream of blood 
 
 Came flowing down amain. 
 His bitter groans all nature shook, 
 The earth to its firm centre rock'd, 
 The sleeping saints their graves forsook, 
 While spiteful Jews around him mock'd, 
 
 And laughed at his pain. 
 3 Now hung between the earth and skies, 
 Behold ! in agonies he dies ; 
 O sinners, hear his mournful cries, 
 
 Come see his torturing pain. 
 The morning sun withdrew his light, 
 Blush'd and refus'd to view the sight ; 
 The azure cloth'd in robes of night, 
 All nature mourn'd and stood affright, 
 
 When Christ the Lord was slain. 
 
HYMN 35. 49 
 
 4 Hark ! men and angels, hear the Son, 
 He cries for help, but O there's none. 
 He treads the wine press all alone, . 
 
 His garments stain'd with blood. 
 In lamentations hear him cry ; 
 " Eloi, lama sabacthani !" 
 Though death may close his languid eyes, 
 He soon will mount the upper skies, 
 
 The conqu'ring Son of God. 
 
 5 The Jews and Romans in a band, 
 With hearts of steel around him stand, 
 And mocking say, " Come, save the land, 
 
 Come, try thyself to free." 
 A soldier pierc'd him when he died ; 
 Thence healing streams came from his side, 
 And thus my Lord was crucified , 
 Stern justice now is satisfied, 
 
 Sinners, for you and me ! 
 
 6 Behold ! he mounts the throne of state", 
 He fills the mediatorial seat, 
 
 While millions bowing at his feet, 
 
 With loud hosannas tell : 
 Though he endur'd exquisite pains, 
 He led the monster death in chains •, 
 Ye seraphs, raise your highest strains 
 With music fill bright Eden's plains, 
 
 He conquer' d Death and Hell. 
 
 7 'Tis done ! the dreadful debt is paid, 
 The great atonement now is made : 
 Sinners, on him your guilt was laid, 
 
 4 
 
50 HYMN 36. 
 
 For you lie spilt his blood. 
 For you his tender soul did move, 
 For you he left the courts above, 
 That you the length and breadth might 
 
 prove, 
 And height and depth of perfect love, 
 
 In Christ your smiling God. 
 
 8 All glory be to God on high, 
 
 Who reigns enthron'd above the sky, 
 Who sent his Son to bleed and die. 
 
 Glory to him be given ; 
 While heav'n above, his praise resounds, 
 
 Zion, sing — his grace abounds ; 
 
 1 hope to shout eternal rounds, 
 
 In naming love, which knows no bounds, 
 When swallow'd up in heaven. 
 
 HYMN 36.— L,. M. 
 
 1 Young people all, attention give, 
 While I address you in God's name, 
 
 Ye, who in sin and folly live, 
 Come hear the counsels of a friend. 
 
 2 I've sought for bliss in glittering toys, 
 And ranged the luring scenes of vice, 
 
 But never knew substantial joys,. 
 Until I heard my Saviour's voice. 
 
 3 He spake at once my sins forgiven, 
 And took my load of guilt away, 
 
 He gave me glory, peace and heaven, 
 And thus I found the heavenly way. 
 
HYMN 36. 51 
 
 4 And now, with trembling sense I view 
 The billows roll beneath, dear youth, 
 
 For death eternal waits for you, 
 
 Who slight the force of gospel truth. 
 
 5 Youth, like the spring, will soon be gone, 
 By fleeting time, or conquering death, 
 
 Your morning sun may set at noon, 
 And God demand your mortal breath. 
 
 6 Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeks 
 Must wither like the blasted rose, 
 
 The coffin muffler, winding sheet, 
 Will soon your active limbs enclose. 
 
 7 Ye heedless ones, that wildly stroll, 
 The grave will soon become your bed, 
 
 Where silence reigns and vapours roll 
 In solemn darkness round your head. 
 
 8 Your friends will pass the lonesome place, 
 And with a sigh move slow along, 
 
 Still gazing on the spires of grass, 
 
 With which j^our graves are overgrown. 
 
 9 Your souls will land in darker realms, 
 Where vengeance reigns, and billows roar, 
 
 And roll amid the burning flames, 
 
 When thousand, thousand years are o'er. 
 
 10 Still sunk in shades of endless night, 
 To groan and howl in ceaseless pain, 
 
 And never more behold the light, 
 And never, never rise again. 
 
ctf * HYMN 37. 
 
 11 Ye blooming youth, this is the state 
 Of all who do free grace refuse ; 
 
 And soon with you 'twill be too late j 
 The way of life is Christ to choose. 
 
 12 Come lay your carnal weapons by, 
 No longer fight against your God, 
 
 But with the Gospel now comply, 
 And heaven shall be your great reward. 
 
 HYMN 37.—P. M. 
 
 1 The voice of Free Grace 
 
 Cries, Escape to the mountain, 
 For Adam's lost race 
 
 Christ has opened a fountain ; 
 For sin and transgression 
 
 And every pollution, 
 His blood flows most, freely 
 
 In streams of ablution. 
 
 CHORTJS. 
 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, 
 
 Who has purchas'd our pardon 
 
 We will praise him again, 
 When we pass over Jordan. 
 
 2 That fountain so clear, 
 
 In which all may find pardon, 
 From Jesus' side flows 
 
 In plenteous redemption; 
 Though your sins were increas'd 
 
 As high as a mountain, 
 
His blood it flows freely ; 
 O come to this fountain 
 
 HYMN 38. 53 
 
 a. 
 
 Hallelujah, &c. 
 
 3 O Jesus, ride on, 
 
 Thy kingdom is glorious, 
 Over sin, death and hell 
 
 Thou wilt make us victorious, 
 Thy name shall be praised 
 
 In the great congregation, 
 And saints shall delight 
 
 In ascribing salvation. 
 
 Hallelujah, &c. 
 
 4 When on Zion we stand, 
 
 Having gain'd the blest shore, 
 With our harps in our hands 
 
 We will praise him evermore ; 
 We'll range the blest fields 
 
 On the banks of the river, 
 And sing hallelujah 
 
 Forever and ever. 
 
 Hallelujah, &c. 
 
 HYMN 38.— P. M. 
 
 Jesus, at thy command, 
 
 I launch into the deep ; 
 And leave my native land 
 
 Where sin lulls all asleep. 
 For thee I would the world resign, 
 And sail to heaven with thee and thine. 
 
54 HYMN 3° 
 
 2 Thou art my pilot wise ; 
 
 My compass is thy word j 
 My soul each storm defies, 
 
 While I have such a Lord ! 
 I trust thy faithfulness and power 
 To save me in the trying hour. 
 
 3 Through rocks and quicksands deep, 
 
 Though all my passage lie, 
 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 port of endless rest : 
 My soul, thy sails expand, 
 
 And fly to Jesus' breast ! 
 O may I reach the heavenly shore, 
 Where wind and waves distress no more. 
 
 5 Whene'er becalm'd I lie, 
 
 And storms forbear to toss, 
 Be thou, dear Lord, still nigh, 
 
 Lest I should suffer loss ; 
 For more the treach'rous calm I dread, 
 Than tempest bursting o'er my head. 
 
 6 Come, Holy Ghost, and blow 
 
 A prosperous gale of grace ; 
 Waft me from all below, 
 
 To heaven, my destin'd place ; 
 Then in full sail my port I'll find, 
 And leave the world and sin behind. 
 
HYMN 39. 66 
 
 HYMN 39.— Jj. M. 
 
 1 To-day, if you will hear his voice, 
 Now is the time to make your choice, 
 Say, will you to Mount Zion go ? 
 Say, will you have this Christ or no ? 
 
 2 Say, will you be forever blest, 
 And with this glorious Jesus rest ? 
 Will you be sav'd from guht and pain i 
 Will you with Christ forever reign ? 
 
 3 Make now your choice, and halt no more 
 For now he's waiting for the poor ; 
 
 Say now, poor souls, what will you do ? 
 Say, will you have this Christ or no ? 
 
 4 Your sports, and all your glittering toys, 
 Compar'd with our celestial joys, 
 
 Like momentary dreams appear, 
 Come, go with us, your souls are dear. 
 
 5 Or must we leave you bound to hell j 
 Resolv'd with devils there to dwell ? 
 Still we will weep, lament and cry, 
 That God may change you ere you die. 
 
 6 Then, blooming friends, a long farewell ; 
 We're bound to heaven, but you to hell • 
 Still God may hear us while we pray, 
 And change you ere the burning day. 
 
56 HYMN 41. 
 
 HYMN 40.— S. M. 
 
 Evening Hymn. 
 
 1 The day is past and gone, 
 
 The evening shades appear ; 
 O may we all remember well 
 The night of death draws near. 
 
 2 We lay our garments by, 
 
 Upon our beds to rest ; 
 So death will soon disrobe us all 
 Of what we here possess. 
 
 3 Lord, keep us safe this night, 
 
 Secure from all our fears ; 
 May angels guard us while we sleep, 
 Till morning light appears. 
 
 4 And if we early rise, 
 
 And view the unwearied sun, 
 May we set out to win the prize, 
 And after glory run. 
 
 5 And when our days are past, 
 
 And we from time remove, 
 O may we in thy bosom rest, 
 The bosom of thy love. 
 
 HYMN 41.— P. M. 
 
 1 Thk fields are all white, the harvest is near, 
 The angels all with their sharp sickles appear, 
 To reap down the wheat, and gather it in 
 
 barns, 
 While the wild plants of nature they leave 
 
 them to burn. 
 
HYMN 41. .57 
 
 2 Come, then, O my soul, meditate on that day, 
 When all things in nature shall cease and 
 
 decay ; 
 When the trumpet shall sound, the angels 
 
 appear, 
 To reap down the earth, hoth the wheat and 
 
 the tare. 
 
 3 But hear the sad cry ascend to the sky, 
 Of those in distress that have no where to fly ; 
 They'll call for the rocks and mountains to 
 
 fall, 
 On their wretched souls, for to hide them 
 withal. 
 
 4 But 'twill all be in vain, the mountains will 
 
 flee, 
 
 The rocks fly like hailstones, and shall no 
 more be ; 
 
 The earth it shall quake, the seas^ shall re- 
 tire, 
 
 And the whole solid world it shall be all on fire. 
 
 5 But hear the great Judge, in that dread 
 
 alarm, 
 Sn--ing, Gather my saints, bring them all to 
 
 my arms, 
 That the seven last plagues may be pour'd 
 
 out on those 
 Who have blasphem'd my name, and my 
 
 saints have oppos'd. 
 
 6 Then, O wretched sinners, look up and 
 
 espy 
 
58 HYMN 42. 
 
 The glorious Redeemer, marching down th« 
 
 sky; 
 In a chariot of fire to the earth he is bound, 
 With a guard of bright angels attending him 
 
 down. 
 
 7 Come hither, ye nations, your sentence re- 
 
 ceive, 
 No longer my Spirit shall strive and be 
 
 griev'd ; 
 My sentence is right, my judgment is just, 
 Come hither, ye blest, but depart, all ye curst. 
 
 8 O sinners, take warning, and seek ye the 
 
 Lord ; 
 I have not been jesting, 'tis Jesus' own 
 
 word, 
 That those who believe in glory shall stand, 
 While all unbelievers are sure to be damn'd. 
 
 9 Now farewell, I leave you to ponder your 
 
 way; 
 May the Lord seal instruction from what I 
 
 now say, 
 That our souls to God's throne may be pour'd 
 
 out in prayer, 
 That we may be prepar'd to meet Christ in 
 
 the air. 
 
 HYMN 42.— P. M. 
 
 1 What think ye of Christ ? is the test, 
 To try both your state and your scheme ; 
 You cannot be right in the rest, 
 
HYMN 42. 59 
 
 Unless you think rightly of him. 
 As Jesus appears in your view, 
 
 As he is beloved or not ; 
 So God is disposed to you, 
 * And mercy or wrath is your lot. 
 
 2 Some take him a creature to be, 
 
 A man, or an angel at most ; 
 Sure these have not feelings like me, 
 
 Nor know themselves wretched and lost ; 
 So guilty, so helpless am I, 
 
 I could not confide in his word, 
 Nor on his protection rely, 
 
 Unless I could call him my Lord. 
 
 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 feed 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 dav ! 
 
60 HYMN 43. 
 
 5 If asked what of Jesus I think ? 
 
 Though still my best thoughts are but poor, 
 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. 
 
 HYMN 43.— P. M. 
 
 1 Now the Saviour stands a pleading 
 
 At the sinner's bolted heart ; 
 Now in heaven he's interceding, 
 Undertaking sinner's part. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Sinners, can you hate a Saviour ? 
 
 Will you thrust him from your arms ? 
 Once he died for your behaviour, 
 
 Now he calls you to his charms. 
 
 2 Now he pleads his sweat and bloodshed, 
 
 Shows his wounded hands and feet ; 
 Father, save them though they're blood red, 
 Raise them to a heavenly seat. 
 
 3 Sinners, hear your God and Saviour, 
 
 Hear his gracious voice to-day ; 
 Turn from all your vain behaviour, 
 O repent ! return and pray. 
 
 4 O be wise before you languish 
 
 On the bed of dying strife ' 
 
HYMN 44. fil 
 
 Endless joy, or dreadful anguish, 
 Turn upon th' events of life. 
 
 5 Now he's waiting to be gracious, 
 Now he stands and looks on thee ; 
 See what kindness, love and pity, 
 Shines around on you and me. 
 
 C Open now your hearts before him ; 
 Bid the Saviour welcome in ; 
 Now receive, and O adore him ! 
 Take a full discharge from sin. 
 
 HYMN 44.— P. M. 
 
 1 The blessed Jesus, loving Saviour, 
 He has call'd on me to go ; 
 
 In the vineyard, I must labour, 
 
 Or on me must come the wo. 
 Farewell, dear friends and loving neighbours, 
 
 The gospel trumpet I must blow, 
 And sound salvation to poor sinners, 
 
 Or on me must come the wo. 
 
 2 Say not, Four months, then comes the har- 
 
 vest; 
 
 The fields are white, the harvest near, 
 He that reaps receiveth wages, 
 
 As from scripture doth appear : 
 Then for my Jesus I will travel, 
 
 O'er mountains high and valleys low, 
 To seek a bride for my dear Master ; 
 
 For the word to me is, Go. 
 
62 HYMN 44. 
 
 3 O hark, poor sinner, will you hear me ? 
 Will you have my Christ or no ? 
 
 To you my errand is directed, 
 
 Will you with my Saviour go ? 
 Say. poor sinners, will you hear me? 
 
 Will you have my Christ or no ? 
 The blessed Jesus now invites you, 
 
 Now he calls on you to go. 
 
 4 O come, poor mourners, who feel wounded, 
 Though your sins like mountains rise, 
 
 Let your hopes on Christ be founded, 
 Prepare to meet him in the skies. 
 
 If your sins appear like crimson, 
 
 He'll wash your souls as white as snow : 
 
 O come, dear mourner, to the Saviour, 
 Come, and feel the pardon flow. 
 
 5 O come, backsliders, who have wander'd, 
 Who so long have gone astray ; 
 
 Come, rebellious, wandering children, 
 
 Jesus meets you on the way ; 
 For the fatted calf is killed, 
 
 All things are ready now, I know, 
 Wine on the lees and well refined, 
 
 So farewell, wand'rers, I must go. 
 
 6 Ye little lambs of my Redeemer, 
 Ye who feed in pastures green ; 
 
 Follow, follow Christ your leader, 
 
 Ever let your light be seen. 
 Ever mind and love each other ; 
 
 Shun the path that leads to wo, 
 
HYMN 45. 63 
 
 And travel on the way together, 
 So farewell, brethren, I must go. 
 
 HYMN 45.— P. M. 
 
 The Last Day. 
 
 1 The great tremendous day's approaching, 
 The awful scene is drawing nigh! 
 
 Was long foretold by ancient prophets, 
 
 Decreed from all. eternity. 
 But O, my soul, reflect and wonder ! 
 
 That awful scene is drawing near, 
 When you shall 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 through the concave, 
 Bright forked lightnings part the skies ; 
 
 The heavens are shaking, the earth is 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 towering mountains, 
 
 Over their tumbling bases roar ; 
 The raging ocean, all in commotion, 
 
 Is hov'nng round her frighted shore. 
 
(>4 HYMN 45. 
 
 4 Green turfy grave-yards and tombs of mar- 
 
 ble, 
 
 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, 
 
 Comes thundering 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 outshine ! 
 Behold him coming in power and glory ! 
 
 To meet him all his saints combine. 
 Go forth, ye heralds, with speed like light- 
 ning, ■ * 
 Call in my saints from distant land, 
 Those that my blood from sins have ransom'd 
 Whose names on life's fair book do stand. 
 
 6 O 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 continued 
 With me, and my temptations bore, 
 
 I have provided for you a kingdom, 
 To reign with me for evermore. 
 
 7 See Justice now with indignation, 
 Calling aloud for sinner's blood ; 
 
 Those that have slighted offer'd morcy ; 
 
HYMN 46. 65 
 
 And crucified the Son of God ; 
 De P art / rom me > ^ e cursed sinners ; 
 
 My face you never more shall see ; 
 Rebanished from my peaceful presence, 
 
 lo dreaded wo and misery. 
 8 See guilty souls then struck with horror 
 
 And I anguish throbbing in their breasts. 
 Behold them doomed to hopeless sorrow 
 
 And never more to look for rest 
 Come, sinner?, here's a faithful warning , 
 
 Return to Jesus while you may to 
 For he is ready to forgive you, ' 
 
 Or else you must depart away. 
 
 , HYMN 46.—P. M. 
 
 1 Through tribulation's deep 
 The way to glory is ; 
 
 This stormy course I keep, 
 
 On these tempestuous seas' 
 By waves and winds I'm tost and driven 
 freighted with grace and bound to heaven 
 
 2 Sometimes temptations blow 
 A dreadful hurricane, 
 
 And high the waters flow, 
 
 And o'er the sides break in ; 
 But still my little ship outbraves 
 The blust'rmg winds and surging waves. 
 
 3 When I, in my distress 
 My anchor, hope, can cast 
 
 5 
 
66 HYMN 46 
 
 Within the promises, 
 
 It holds my vessel fast ; 
 Safely she then at anchor rides, 
 'Midst stormy blasts and swelling tides. 
 
 4 If a dead calm ensues, 
 
 And heaven no breezes give, 
 
 The oar of prayer I use, 
 ' I tug, and toil, and strive ; 
 Through storms and calms for many a day 
 I make but very little way. 
 
 5 But when a heavenly breeze 
 Springs up and fills my sail, 
 My vessel goes with ease 
 Before the pleasant gales, 
 
 And runs as much an hour or more, 
 As in a month or two before. 
 
 6 Hid by the clouds from sight, 
 The sun doth not appear, 
 Nor can I in the night 
 Behold the moon or star ; 
 
 Sometimes for days and weeks or more, 
 I cannot see the sky or shore. 
 
 7 As at the time of noon 
 My quadrant, faith, I take, 
 To view my Christ my Sun, 
 If he the clouds should break, 
 
 I'm happy when his face I see, 
 [ know then whereabout I be. 
 
HYMN 46. €7 
 
 8 The Bible is my chart, 
 By it the seas I know ; t 
 I cannot with it part, 
 
 Its rocks and sands doth show. 
 It is a chart and compass too, 
 Whose needle points forever true. 
 
 9 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 choose to run. 
 
 10 When through a strait I go, 
 Or near some coast am drove, 
 The plummet forth I throw, 
 And thus my safety prove. 
 
 The Scripture is the line which 1 
 Fathom the depth of water by. 
 
 11 My vessel would be lost 
 In spite of all my care, 
 But that the Holy Ghost 
 Himself vouchsafes to steer, 
 
 And I through all my voyage will 
 Depend upon my steerman still. 
 
 12 Ere I reach heaven's coast, 
 I must a gulf pass through, 
 Which dreadful proves to most ; 
 For all this passage go ; 
 
 But all death's waves can't me o'er whelm, 
 If God himself is at my helm. 
 
68 HYMN 47. 
 
 13 When through this gulf I -get, 
 Though rough, it is but short, 
 The pilot angels meet, 
 To bring me into port ; 
 And when I land on that blest shore, 
 I shall be safe for evermore. 
 
 x HYMN 47.— C. M. 
 
 1 What poor despised company 
 
 Of travellers are these, 
 That walk in yonder narrow way, 
 Along that rugged maze ? 
 
 2 "Ah, these are of a royal line, 
 
 All children of a king : 
 Heirs of immortal crowns divine, 
 And lo, for joy they sing." 
 
 3 Why do they then appear so mean, 
 
 And why so much despised? 
 u Because of their rich robes unseen 
 The world is not apprized." 
 
 4 But some of them seem poor, distressed, 
 
 And lacking daily bread ; 
 'Ah, they're of boundless wealth possess'd, 
 With hidden manna fed." 
 
 5 But why keep they that narrow road, 
 
 That rugged, thorny maze ? 
 " Why that's the way their Leader trod ; 
 They love and keep his ways." 
 
HYMN 48. 
 
 6 Why do they shun the pleasing path 
 
 That worldlings love so well ? 
 " Because that is the road to death, 
 The open road to hell." 
 
 7 What ! is there then no other road, 
 
 To Salem's happy ground ? 
 " Christ is the only way to God ; 
 No other can be found." 
 
 HYMN 48.— P.M. 
 
 1 Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone, 
 
 1 have no home to stay with you ; 
 I'll take my staff and travel on, 
 Till I a better world do view. 
 
 Farewell, farewell, farewell, 
 My loving friends, farewell. 
 
 2 Farewell, my friends, time rolls along, 
 Nor waits for mortal's care or bliss ; 
 
 I leave you here and travel on, 
 Till I arrive where Jesus is. 
 
 Farewell, &c. 
 
 3 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, 
 To you I'm bound in cords of love ; 
 Yet we believe his gracious word, 
 That soon we all shall meet above. 
 
 Farewell, &c. 
 
 4 Farewell, old soldiers of the cross, 
 You've struggled long and hard for heaven; 
 You've counted all things here but dross ; 
 Fight on, the crown shall soon be given. 
 
 Farewell, &c. 
 
70 HYMN 49. 
 
 5 Farewell, ye blooming sons of God, 
 Sore conflicts yet await for you ; 
 
 Yet dauntless keep the heavenly road, 
 Till Canaan's happy land you view. - 
 Farewell, &c. 
 
 6 Farewell, poor careless sinners, too, 
 It grieves my heart to leave you here 
 Eternal vengeance waits for you ; 
 
 O turn and find salvation near. 
 O turn, O turn, O turn, 
 And find salvation near. 
 
 HYMN 49.— L. M. 
 
 1 Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends, 
 And taste the pleasure Jesus sends ; 
 
 Let nothing cause you to delay, 
 But hasten on the good old way. 
 
 2 Our conflicts here, though great they be, 
 Shall not prevent our victory j 
 
 If we but watch, and strive, and pray, 
 Like soldiers in the good old way. 
 
 3 O, good old way, how sweet thou art, 
 May none of us from thee depart, 
 
 But may our actions always say, 
 We're marching in the good old way. 
 
 4 Then, far beyond this mortal shore, 
 We'll meet with those who've gone before, 
 And shout to think we've gained the day, 
 By marching in the good old way. 
 
HYMN 50. 71 
 
 HYMN 50.— P. M. 
 
 1 Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is 
 
 at hand, 
 That we must be parted from this social band ; 
 Our several engagements now call us away, 
 Our parting is needful, and we must obey. 
 
 2 Farewell, my dear brethren, farewell for 
 
 awhile, 
 We'll soon meet again, if kind Providenco 
 
 smile, 
 But when we are parted and scatter'd abroad, 
 We'll pray for each other and wrestle with 
 
 God. 
 
 3 Farewell, faithful soldiers, you'll soon bj 
 
 discharg'd, 
 
 The war will be ended, your treasures en- 
 larged, 
 
 With shouting and singing, though Jordan 
 may roar, 
 
 We'll enter fair Canaan, and rest on the shore. 
 
 4 Farewell, ye young converts, who're listed 
 
 for war, t 4 
 
 Sore trials await you, but Jesus is near: 
 Although you must travel the dark wilderness, 
 Your Captain's before you, he'll lead you U> 
 bliss. 
 
 5 The world, and the devil, and hell all unite, 
 And bold persecution will try you to fright, 
 
72 - HYMN 50. 
 
 But Jesus stands for you ; who's stronger than 
 
 he? 
 Let this animate you to march on your way. 
 
 6 Farewell, seeking mourners, with sad bro- 
 
 ken heart, 
 O hasten to Jesus and choose the good part ; 
 He's full of compassion and mighty to save, 
 His arms are extended your souls to receive. 
 
 7 Farewell, careless sinner.foryouldo mourn, 
 To think of your danger while quite uncon- 
 
 cern'd ; 
 
 I've heard of the judgment where all must ap- 
 pear, 
 
 There you will stand trembling with torment- 
 ing fear. 
 
 8 Your frolics and pastimes, in which you de- 
 
 light, 
 
 Will serve to torment you with dreadful af- 
 fright ; 
 
 You'll think of those sermons that you've 
 heard in vain, 
 
 All hopes gone forever, of hearing again. 
 
 9 Farewell, faithful Christians, farewell, all 
 
 around : 
 Perhaps we'll not meet till the last trump 
 
 shall sound. 
 To meet you in glory I'll give you my hand ; 
 Our Saviour to praise in a pure social band. 
 
HYMN 51. 73 
 
 HYMN 51.— P. M. 
 
 1 O thou, in whose presence my sou] takes 
 
 delight, 
 On whom in affliction I call, 
 My comfort by day, and my song in the night, 
 
 My hope, my salvation, my all; 
 Where dost thou at noontide resort with thy 
 sheep, 
 To feed on the pasture of love ? 
 Oh why in the valley of death shall I weep, 
 Or alone in the wilderness rove ? 
 
 2 O why should I wander an alien from thee, 
 And cry in the desert for bread ; 
 
 Thy foes will rejoice, when my sorrows they 
 see, 
 
 And smile at the tears I have shed. 
 Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have ye seen 
 
 The star that on Israel shone ? 
 Say, if in your tents my beloved has been, 
 
 And where with his flocks he is gone ? 
 
 3 This my beloved is his form divine, 
 His vestments shed odours around ; 
 
 The locks on his head are as grapes on the 
 vine, 
 When autumn with plenty is crown'd. 
 The roses of Sharon , the lilies that grow 
 
 In the vales, on the banks of the streams, 
 On his cheeks in the beauty of excellence 
 blow, 
 And his eyes are as quivers of beams ! 
 
74 HYMN 52. 
 
 4 His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer 
 
 sweet, 
 Is heard through the shadows of death ; 
 The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet, 
 The air is perfumed with his breath. 
 His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow, 
 
 That waters the garden of grace ; 
 From which their salvation the Gentiles shall 
 know, 
 And bask in the smiles of his face. 
 
 o Love sits in his eyelids, and scatters delight 
 
 Through all the bright mansions on high ; 
 Their faces the cherubims veil in his sight, 
 
 And tremble with fulness of joy. 
 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice, 
 
 And myriads wait for his word ; 
 He speaks — and eternity, fill'd with his voice, 
 
 Re-echoe3 the praise of her Lord. 
 
 HYMN 52.— P. M. 
 
 1 The song of salvation it is so divine, 
 There's music and melody in every line ! 
 
 It was sung by the Hebrews when deliver- 
 ance they found, 
 
 When old Simeon finds Jesus, sweet praises 
 doth sound. 
 
 2 There is a day coming when louder we'll 
 
 sing, 
 Sweet anthems of praises to Jesus our King ; 
 
HYMN 53. 75 
 
 Then we shall mount up from all sorrow and 
 
 pain, 
 The kingdom of heaven eternally gain. 
 
 3 O sinners, we're travelling to yonder bricht 
 
 world, • fe 
 
 From which by transgression the angels were 
 
 hurld, ° 
 
 We bid you a final, eternal farewell ; 
 Unless you're converted you'll sink down to 
 
 hell. 
 
 4 Awake, O poor sinners, awake from vour 
 
 sin, J 
 
 To call on the Saviour this moment begin ■ 
 But if you neglect it again and again, 
 When God speaks your sentence we must sav 
 
 Amen. J 
 
 HYMN 53.— P. M. 
 
 1 O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit. 
 With love and thanksgiving fall down atthy 
 
 feet ; J 
 
 In sacrifice offer my soul, flesh and blood ; 
 Thou art my Redeemer who brought me to 
 
 God. 
 
 2 All human expressions are empty and vain, 
 They cannot unriddle the heavenly flame ; 
 I'm sure if the tongue of an angel were mine, 
 I could not this mystery completely define. 
 
 3 I'm happy; I'm happy, O wondrous ac- 
 
 count ! 
 
76 HYMN 54. 
 
 My joys are immortal, I' stand on the mount ; 
 I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there, 
 With Jesus and angels my kindred so dear. 
 
 4 O Jesus, my Saviour, with thee I am blest ! 
 My life and salvation, my joy and my rest ! • 
 Thy name be my theme, and thy love be my 
 
 song ; 
 Thy grace shall inspire my heart and my 
 tongue. 
 
 5 O who's like my Saviour? he's Salem's 
 
 bright King ; 
 He smiles, and he loves me, and learns me to 
 
 sing ; 
 I'll praise him, I'll praise him with notes loud 
 
 and shrill. 
 While rivers of pleasure my spirit doth fill. 
 
 HYMN 54.— L. M. 
 
 Prayer. 
 
 1 What various hinderances we meet, 
 In coining to a mercy seat ; 
 
 Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, 
 But wishes to be often there ? 
 
 2 Prayer makes the darkest cloud withdraw, 
 Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw ; 
 Gives exercise to faith and love, 
 
 Brings every blessing from above. 
 
 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; 
 Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright, 
 
HYMN 55. 77 
 
 And Satan trembles when he sees 
 The weakest saint upon his knees. 
 
 4 When Moses stood with arms spread wide, 
 Success was found on Israel's side ; 
 
 But when through weariness they fail'd, 
 That moment Amalek prevail'd. 
 
 5 Have you no words? Ah, think again; 
 Words flow apace when you complain, 
 And fill your fellow creature's ears 
 With the sad tale of all your cares. 
 
 6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent 
 To Heaven in supplication sent, 
 Your cheerful song would often be, 
 Hear what the Lord has done for me. 
 
 HYMN 55.— P. M. 
 
 1 Ye soldiers of Jesus, 
 
 Pray stand to your arms ; 
 Prepare for the battle, 
 The gospel alarms, 
 The trumpets are sounding, come, soldiers, 
 
 and see, 
 The standard of Jesus, salvation is free. 
 
 2 Though Satan's black trumpet 
 
 Is sounding so near, 
 Take courage, brave soldiers, 
 His armies we dare : 
 In the strength of King Jesus we dare him V: ' 
 
 fight; 
 We'll put his black armies of aliens to flig'' 
 
78 HYMN 55. 
 
 3 In the mount of salvation, 
 
 In Christ's armoury, 
 There's swords, shields and breast-plates, 
 And helmets for thee. 
 O be not faint-hearted, though he roars like a 
 
 flood, 
 He'll not stand before the bright armies of 
 God. 
 
 4 Behold all the armies 
 
 Are now marching home, 
 God's trumpet is sounding, 
 And bids them to come ; 
 All Zion's fair armies together do meet, 
 And lay down their armour at Jesus's feet. 
 
 5 The angelic army 
 
 With Zion combines ; 
 In robes of bright glory 
 Eternally shines ; 
 All shouting and singing on Canaan's bright 
 
 shore, 
 Where wars and commotions can meet them 
 no more. 
 
 G We'll join the bright harpers 
 In anthems divine, 
 Whose crowns with bright diamonds 
 The sun shall outshine ; 
 To the praise of King Jesus we'll tune our 
 
 harps then, 
 Salvation and glory to Jesus, Amen. 
 
HYMN 56. 79 
 
 HYMIV 56.— P. M. 
 
 The Minister's Farewell. 
 
 1 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord ; 
 The gospel sounds the jubilee ; 
 
 My stammering tongue shall sound aloud, 
 From land to land, From sea to sea; 
 And as I preach from place to place, 
 I'll trust alone in God's free grace 
 
 2 Farewell in bonds of union dear, 
 
 Like strings you twine about my heart ; 
 I humbly beg your earnest prayer, 
 Till we shall meet no more to part, 
 
 Till we shall meet in worlds above, 
 
 Encircled in eternal love. 
 
 3 Farewell, my earthly friends below, 
 Although so kind and dear to me ; 
 My Jesus calls, and I must go 
 
 To sound the gospel jubilee ; 
 
 To sound the jo}'- and bear the news 
 To Gentile world, and royal Jews. 
 
 4 Farewell, young people, one and all, 
 While God to me my breath will give, 
 I'll pray to the Eternal All, 
 
 That your dear souls in Christ may live ; 
 That your dear souls prepared be 
 May reign in bliss eternally. 
 
 5 Farewell to all below the sun ; 
 And as I pass in tears below, 
 
 The path is straight, my feet shall run, 
 
80 HYMN 57. 
 
 And God will keep me as I go — 
 And God will keep me in his hand, 
 And bring me to the promised land. 
 
 HYMN 57.— P. M. 
 
 1 Stop, poor sinner, stop and think, 
 
 Before you farther go ; 
 Can you sport upon the brink 
 
 Of everlasting wo ? 
 Hell beneath is gaping wide, 
 
 Vengeance waits the dread command ; 
 Soon will stop your sport and pride, 
 
 And sink you with the damn'd. 
 
 Then be entreated now to stop, 
 For unless you warning take, 
 
 Ere you are aware you'll drop 
 Into a burning lake. 
 
 2 Say, have you an arm like God, 
 
 That you his will oppose ? 
 Fear you not that iron rod 
 
 With which he breaks his foes ? 
 Can you stand in that great day, 
 
 When his judgment will proclaim 
 When the earth shall melt away, 
 
 Like wax before the flame ? 
 
 3 Ghastly death will quickly come, 
 
 And drag you to the bar, 
 Then to hear your awful doom, 
 
HYMN 58. 8i 
 
 Will fill you with despair. 
 All your sins will round you crowd ; 
 
 Sins of a blood crimson dye ; 
 Each for vengeance cry aloud, 
 
 And what will you reply ? 
 
 4 Though your heart be made of steel, 
 
 Your forehead lin'd with brass, 
 God at length will make you feel, 
 
 He will not let you pass. 
 Sinners then in vain will call, 
 
 (Though they now despise his grace,) 
 " Rocks and mountains on us fall, 
 
 And hide us from his face." 
 
 5 But as yet there is a hope, 
 
 You may his mercy know ; 
 Tho' his arm be lifted up, 
 
 He still forbears the blow. 
 It was for sinners, Jesus died; 
 
 Sinners he invites to come ; 
 None that come shall be denied •, 
 
 He says there still is room. 
 
 HYMN 58.— C. M. 
 
 1 Jesus, the visions of thy face 
 
 Have overpowering charms , 
 Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace, 
 If Christ be in my arms. 
 
 2 Then while you hear my heart-strings break. 
 
 How sweet the minutes roll, 
 6 
 
62 HYMN 59. 
 
 A mortal paleness on my cheek, 
 But glory in my soul. 
 
 3 Clasp'd in my heav'nly Father's arms, 
 I could forget my breath, 
 And lose my life amid the charms 
 Of so divine a death. 
 
 HYMN 59.— L. M. 
 
 1 Jesus ! and shall it ever be, 
 
 A mortal man asham'd of thee ! 
 - Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise, 
 Whose glories shine through endless days 
 
 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far 
 Let evening blush to own a star ; 
 He sheds the beams of light divine, 
 O'er this benighted soul of mine. 
 
 3 Asham'd of Jesus ! just as soon 
 Let midnight be asham'd of noon ! 
 'Tis midnight with my soul, till he, 
 Bright morning star, bids darkness flee. 
 
 4 Asham'd of Jesus ! that dear friend, 
 On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! 
 No ! when I blush, be this my shame, 
 That I no more revere his name. 
 
 5 Asham'd of Jesus ! yes I may, 
 When I've no guilt to wash away; 
 No tears to wipe, no good to. crave, 
 No fears to quell, no soul to save. 
 
HYMN CO. 83 
 
 6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain, 
 Till then I boast a Saviour slain ; 
 And O may this my glory be, 
 That Christ is not asham'd of me. 
 
 7 His institutions I will prize, 
 
 Take up the cro^s, the shame despise, 
 Dare to defend his noble cause, 
 And yield obedience to his laws. 
 
 HYMN 60.— P. M. 
 
 1 There is a land of pleasure, 
 
 Where streams of joy forever roll • 
 Tis there I have my treasure, 
 
 And there I hope to rest my soul. 
 Long darkness dwelt around me, 
 
 With scarcely once a cheering ray ; 
 But since my Saviour found me, 
 
 A light has shone along my way. 
 
 2 My way is full of trials ; 
 
 But it's the path that leads to God; 
 Then, like a valiant soldier, 
 
 I'll dauntless keep the happy road. 
 Now I must gird my sword on, 
 
 My helmet, breast-plate, and my shield, 
 And fight the hosts of Sain a, 
 
 Until 1 gain the heavenly field. 
 
 3 I'm on my way to Canaan, 
 
 Still guided by my Saviour's hand ; 
 O come along, dear sinner, 
 
 And see Immanuel's happy land. 
 
84 HYMN 60. 
 
 To all that stay behind me, 
 
 I bid a long, a long farewell ! 
 O come, or you'll repent it, 
 
 When you do reach the gates of hell ! 
 
 4 The vale of tears surrounds me, 
 
 And Jordan's current rolls before ! 
 O how I stand and tremble, 
 
 To hear the dismal waters roar ! 
 Whose hand shall then support me, 
 
 And keep my soul from sinking there ? 
 From sinking down to darkness, 
 
 And to the regions of despair ? 
 
 5 The waves shall not affright me, 
 
 Although they're deeper than the grave; 
 If Jesus will stand by me, 
 
 I'll ride on Jordan's waves : 
 His word has calm'd the ocean ; 
 
 His lamp has chear'd the gloomy vale ; 
 
 may this friend be with me, 
 
 When through the gates of death I sail. 
 
 6 Then come, thou king of terrors, 
 
 And with thy weapons lay me low ! 
 
 1 soon shall reach that region, 
 Where everlasting pleasures flow ; 
 
 Now, Christians, I must leave you, 
 A few more days to suffer here ; 
 
 Through grace I soon shall meet you ; 
 My soul exults, I'm almost there. 
 
 7 But oh the thoughtless company 
 
 That crowd the road that leads to wo. 
 
HYMN 61. 85 
 
 For them I'm fill'd with sympathy; 
 
 I soon must bid them all adieu ! 
 O sinners, must I leave you ! 
 
 No more to join your social band ? 
 No more to stand before you, 
 
 Till at the judgment seat we stand ? 
 
 8 Soon the archangel's trumpet 
 
 Shall shake the globe from pole to pole 
 And all the wheels of nature 
 
 Shall in a moment cease to roll. 
 Then shall I see my Saviour, 
 
 With shining ranks of angels, come 
 To execute his vengeance, 
 
 And take his ransom'd people home. 
 
 HYMN 61.— P. M. 
 
 " Ask what I shall give thee." 4 
 
 1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, 
 Jesus loves to answer prayer ; 
 He himself has 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 power are such, 
 None can ever ask too much. 
 
 3 With my burden I begin, 
 Lord, remove this load of sin ! 
 Let thy blood for sinners spilt, 
 Set my conscience free from guilt. 
 
86 HYMN 62. 
 
 4 Lord ! 1 come to thee for rest, i 
 Take possession of ray breast ; 
 
 There thy blood-bought right maintain, 
 And without a rival reign. 
 
 5 As the image in the glass 
 Answers the beholder's face ; 
 Thus unto my heart appear, 
 Print Ihine own resemblance there. 
 
 6 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. 
 
 7 Show me what I have to do, 
 Every hour my strength renew > 
 Let me live a life of faith, 
 
 Let me die thy people's death. 
 
 HYMPf 62.— P. M. 
 
 1 Why stand ye here idle, 
 
 My friends, all the day ? 
 Your moments are fleeting, 
 
 They'll soon pass away I 
 The market is open, 
 
 The store you may see, 
 Then come, take and welcome, 
 
 All things here are free. 
 
 2 Here's mercy and pardon, 
 
 Here's love and free grace, 
 Here's strong consolation. 
 
HYMN 62. 87 
 
 Here's great joy and peace, 
 Here's hope for the hopeless, 
 
 The weary find rest. 
 Here's all things in plenty, 
 
 For poor ana distress'd. 
 
 3 Here are clothes for the naked, 
 
 Here all may be clad, 
 Here's bread for the hungry, 
 
 Here souls may be fed ; 
 Here's manna from heaven, 
 
 This food is divine, 
 Fat things full of marrow, 
 
 And wine well refin'd. 
 
 4 Here is oil, milk and honey, 
 
 A plenty in store, 
 Sufficient for thousands, 
 
 Yea, millions and more ; 
 Here's balm for the wounded, 
 
 Here's strength for the weak, 
 Here cordials divine 
 
 Are prepared for the sick. 
 
 5 Then come, all ye needy, 
 
 Ye poor and distress'd, 
 Come, and receive freely, 
 
 And be ever bless'd ; 
 Oh come without money, 
 
 To Jesus and buy, 
 Then love him and praise him 
 
 Forever on high. 
 
83 HYMN 64. 
 
 HYMN 63.— P. M. 
 
 1 All who seek a throne of grace, 
 Find one may in every place ; 
 
 To those who love a life of prayer, 
 Our God is present every where. 
 
 2 In pining sickness, or in health, 
 In poverty or growing wealth, 
 The humble soul delights in prayer, 
 And God is present every where. 
 
 3 When Zion mourns, and comforts fail, 
 And all her foes do scoff and rail ; 
 'Tis then a time for secret prayer, 
 For God is present every where. 
 
 4 When some backslide, and others fall, 
 
 And few are found that strive at all, 
 
 The faithful find, in secret prayer, 
 
 That God is present every where, 
 i 
 
 5 O then, my soul, in every strait, 
 
 * To the Almighty come and wait ; 
 Who sees, and every sigh does hear, 
 And he will answer all true prayer. 
 
 HYMN 64.— S. M. 
 
 1 My God, my life, my love, 
 To thee, to thee I call; 
 
 J cannot live if thou remove, 
 For thou art all in all. 
 
HYMN 64. 89 
 
 2 Thy shining grace can cheer 
 This dungeon where I dwell ; 
 
 'Tis paradise when thou art here ; 
 If thou depart, 'tis hell. 
 
 3 The smilings of thy face, 
 How amiable they are ! 
 
 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, 
 And no where else but there. 
 
 4 To thee, and thee alone, 
 The angels own their bliss ; 
 
 They sit around thy gracious throne, 
 And dwell where Jesus is. 
 
 5 Not all the harps above 
 Can make a heavenly place, 
 
 If God his residence remove, 
 Or but conceal his face. 
 
 6 Nor earth, nor all the sky, 
 Can one delight afford ; 
 
 No, not one drop of real joy, 
 Without thy presence, Lord. 
 
 7 Thou art the sea of love, 
 Where all my pleasures roll ; 
 
 The circle where my passions move, 
 And centre of my soul. 
 
 8 To thee ray spirits fly 
 With infinite desire ; 
 
 And yet how far from thee I lie i 
 Dear Jesus, raise me higher. 
 
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90 HYMN 66. 
 
 HYMN 65.— P. M. 
 
 1 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 
 
 Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; 
 Let us each, thy love possessing, 
 
 Triumph in redeeming grace ; 
 O refresh us, O refresh us»* 
 Travelling through this wilderness. 
 
 2 Thanks we give and adoration, 
 
 For the gospel's joyful sound; 
 May the fruits of thy salvation, 
 
 In our hearts and lives abound ; 
 May thy presence, may thy presence 
 With us evermore be found. 
 
 3 So, whene'er the signal's given, 
 
 Us from earth to call away, 
 Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
 
 Glad the summons to obey, 
 May we ever, may we ever 
 Reign with Christ in endless day. 
 
 HYMN 66.-P. M. 
 
 Indian Hymn. 
 
 In de dark wood, no Indian nigh 
 Den me look heaven, and send up cry, 
 
 Upon my knee so low ; 
 Den God on high in shining place, 
 See me in night wid teary face ; 
 
 De priest he tell me so. 
 
HYMN 67. 91 
 
 2 He send he angel take me care, 
 He come heself to hear me prayer, 
 
 If Indian heart do pray ; 
 , He see me now, he know me here, 
 He say, Poor Indian neber fear, 
 Me wid you night and day. 
 
 3 So me lub God wid inside heart, 
 He fight for me, he take urn part, 
 
 He save um life before ; 
 God lub poor Indian in de wood, 
 Don me lub God, and dat be good ; 
 
 Me pray him two times more. 
 
 HYMN 67.— P. M. 
 
 Heaven. 
 
 1 This world is all a fleeting show, 
 
 For man's illusion given : 
 The smiles of joy, the tears of wo, 
 Deceitful shine, deceitful flow ; 
 
 There's nothing true but heaven. 
 
 2 Poor wand'rers of a stormy day, 
 
 From wave to wave are driven : 
 And fancy's flash and reason's ray, 
 Serve but to light us on the way : 
 
 There's nothing calm but heaven. 
 
 3 And false the light on glory's plume 
 
 As fading hues at even ; 
 And genius' bud and beauty's bloom 
 Are blossoms gathered for the tomb ; 
 
 There's nothing briglit but heaven, 
 
92 HYMN 67. 
 
 4 And where 's the hand held out to cheer 
 
 The heart with anguish riven ; 
 For sorrows, sighs-, and trouble's tear, 
 Have never found a refuge here ; 
 
 There's nothing kind but heaven. 
 
 5 In vain do mortals sigh for bliss, 
 
 Without their sins forgiven ; 
 True pleasure, everlasting peace, 
 Are only found in God's free grace ; 
 
 There's nothing good but heaven. 
 
 6 From such as walk in wisdom's road, 
 
 Corroding fears are driven ; 
 They're wash'd in Christ's atoning blood, 
 Enjoy communion with their God, 
 
 And find their way to heaven. 
 
 SECOND PART. 
 
 i -There is an hour of peaceful rest, 
 To mourning wand'rers given, 
 There is a tear for souls distress'd, 
 A balm for every wounded breast, 
 'Tis found above in heaven. 
 
 8 There is a soft and downy bed, 
 'Tis fair as breath of even, 
 A couch for weary mortals spread, 
 Where they may rest their aching head, 
 And find repose in heaven. 
 
 There is a home for weeping souls, 
 By sin and sorrow driven, 
 V.'ho'n tost on life's tempestuous shore, 
 
HYMN 68. 93 
 
 Where storms arise and oceans roar, 
 But all is o'er in heaven. 
 
 10 Now faith lifts up the tearful eye, 
 
 The heart with anguish riven, 
 And views the tempest passing by, 
 The evening shadows quickly fly, 
 
 And ail serene in heaven. 
 
 11 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, 
 
 And joys supreme are given, 
 There rays divine disperse the gloom ; 
 Beyond the confines of the tomb 
 
 Appears the dawn of heaven. 
 
 HYMN 68.— P. M. 
 
 1 Come, my brethren, let us try, 
 
 For a little season, 
 Every burden to lay by ; 
 Come and let us reason. 
 
 2 What is this that casts you down ? 
 
 What is this that grieves you ? 
 Speak, and let the worst be known: 
 Speaking may relieve you. 
 
 3 Think on what your Saviour bore, 
 
 In the gloomy garden ; 
 Sweating blood from every pore, 
 There he bought our pardon. 
 
 4 See him nailed to the tree, 
 
 Bleeding, groaning, dying; 
 
04 HYMN 69. 
 
 See he suffered this for you, 
 Therefore be believing. 
 
 5 Joseph took his body down, 
 
 Shrouded it in linen ; 
 Laid it in the silent tomb, 
 And returned mourning. 
 
 (> Soon he rises from the tomb, 
 Angels fly from glory ; 
 O what glory shone around, 
 Hallelujah, glory. 
 
 7 Brethren, don't you feel the flame ? 
 
 Sisters, don't you love him ? 
 Let us join to praise his name ; 
 Let us never grieve him. 
 
 8 Soon we'll meet to part no more, 
 
 Soon we'll be in heaven ; 
 There to join with those above, 
 And forever praise him. 
 
 HYMN 69.— P. M. 
 
 1 When shall we three meet again ? 
 When shall w/e three meet again ? 
 Oft shall glowing hope aspire, 
 Oft shall wearied love retire ; 
 
 Oft shall death and sorrow reign, 
 Ere we three shall meet again. 
 
 2 Though in distant lands we sigh, 
 Parch'd beneath a hostile sky ; 
 
HYMN 70. 05 
 
 Though the deep between us rolls, 
 Friendship shall unite our souls; 
 And in fancy's wide domain, 
 Oft shall we three meet again. 
 
 3 When our burnished locks are gray, 
 Thinn'd by many a toil-spent day ; 
 When around this youthful pine, 
 Moss shall creep and ivy twine ; 
 (Long may this lov'd bow'r remain ;) 
 Here may we three meet again. 
 
 4 When the dreams of life are fled, 
 When its wasted lamps are dead, 
 When, in cold oblivion's shade, 
 Beauty, wealth and fame are laid; 
 Where immortal spirits reign, 
 There may we all meet again. 
 
 HYMN 70.— P. M. 
 
 1 Now the truth is gaining ground, 
 By its testimony ; 
 Weighty testimony sound, 
 Sweeter than the honey ; 
 Humble souls begin to see, 
 In the heavenly mystery ; 
 
 And they hold, and preach, and sino-, 
 
 Christ the great salvation. 
 Let their testimony ring 
 
 Through the whole creation. 
 
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 2 Now the rich eternal word, 
 
 Like the powerful leaven, 
 Opens, in the saints of God, 
 Mysteries of heaven ; 
 In this op'ning they behold 
 All things clearly new and old ; 
 And the op'ning life within, 
 Moves the proclamation ; 
 Let the testimony ring 
 
 Through the whole creation. 
 
 3 Faithful souls who watch and pray, 
 
 Overcome temptation ; 
 And the light of gospel day, 
 Gives them revelation ; 
 And the revelations give 
 Food which keeps their souls alive ; 
 And they live and rise and sing, 
 
 Hearty adoration ; 
 Let their testimony ring 
 Through the whole creation. 
 
 4 Now the dragon is afraid, 
 
 He shall lose dominion ; 
 Now he's calling to his aid, 
 Ev'ry false opinion ; 
 Hypocrites and sinners too, 
 Help compose the army now, 
 And he's plac'd his army round, 
 
 Some in ev'ry nation ; 
 Here their vile reproaches sound 
 Through the whole creation. 
 
HYMN 70. 97 
 
 5 But the lovely Prince of Peace, 
 
 Sometimes called Michael, 
 With a band of humble saints, 
 Gives the dragon battle : 
 And the only weapon us'd, 
 Is the Spirit's word of truth ; 
 And with this they cut and sing, 
 
 In their proper station ; 
 Let their testimony ring 
 
 Through the whole creation. 
 
 6 In the battle thus engag'd, 
 
 Which I think is coming ; 
 Though the dragon is enrag'd, 
 Saints will overcome him ; 
 By the blood of Christ the Lamb, 
 Testifying in his name ; 
 
 Thus they'll take the ground and sing 
 
 Christ the great salvation ; 
 Let the testimony ring 
 
 Through the whole creation. 
 
 7 Hearken, poor, half-hearted souls, 
 
 Shunning self-denial ; 
 While the testimony calls, 
 Do not fear the trial ; 
 While you see this ardent strife, 
 Never try to save your life ; 
 
 Now give up to Christ the King, {g 
 
 He's the great salvation; 
 Let the testimony ring 
 
 Through the whole creation. 
 
98 HYMN 71. 
 
 8 Now if any want to know 
 How to join the army 
 Under Jesus, and will go 
 
 Against the prince of darkness ; 
 Wicked self must be denied, 
 Strive to mortify your pride, 
 And let Jesus be your King, 
 And your whole salvation ; 
 Let this testimony ring 
 
 Through the whole creation. 
 
 HYMN 71.— P. M. 
 
 1 Come and taste, along with me, 
 
 The weary pilgrim's consolation ; 
 Boundless mercy running free, 
 
 The earnest of complete salvation. 
 Joy and peace in Christ I find, 
 My heart to him is all resign'd, 
 The fulness of his power I prove, 
 And all my soul's dissolv'd in love ; 
 Jesus is the pilgrim's portion, 
 Love is boundless as the ocean 
 
 2 When the world and flesh would rise, 
 
 And strive to draw me from my Saviour, 
 Strangers slight or foes despise, 
 
 I then more highly prize his favour. 
 Friends, believe me when I tell, 
 If Christ is present all is well ; 
 The world and flesh in vain wduld rise • 
 I all their efforts do despise ; 
 
'HYMN 71. 99 
 
 In the world I've tribulation, 
 But in Christ sweet consolation. 
 
 3 When I'm in the house of prayer, 
 
 I find him in the congregation ; 
 Music sweet unto my ear 
 
 Is the sound of free salvation. 
 My heart exults, my spirits flow, 
 I love my God and brethren so ; 
 I join, and sing, and shout aloud, 
 And disregard the gazing crowd. 
 Glorious theme of exultation ! 
 Jesus Christ is my salvation. 
 
 4 Worldlings hold me in disdain, 
 
 Because I slight their carnal pleasure , 
 All in this that gives me pain, 
 
 I«, they slight a noble treasure. 
 But among them, bless the Lord, 
 There's some that tremble at his word; 
 And this doth joy to me impart, 
 To think the Lord has reach' d their heart j 
 O the praise to God be given, 
 Peace on earth and crowns in heaven. 
 
 Why should I regard the frowns 
 
 Of those who mock, deride and slight me? 
 Soon I'll lie beneath the ground, 
 
 Beyond the reach of those who hate me j 
 Toil, and pain, and suiFe rings o'er, 
 I'll gain that blissful happy shore ; 
 And with the shining host above, 
 I'll sing and shout redeeming love : 
 
100 HYMN 71. 
 
 Pleasures there beyond expression, 
 Ever flow in sweet succession. 
 
 6 When I hear the pleasing sound 
 
 Of weeping mourners just converted, 
 The dead's alive, the lost is found, 
 
 The Lord has heal'd the broken-hearted. 
 When I join to sing his praise, 
 My heart in holy raptures raise ; 
 I view Immanuel's land afar, 
 I shout and wish my spirit there. 
 Glory, honour and salvation, 
 What I feel is past expression. 
 
 7 Mourners, see your Saviour stand, 
 
 With arms extended to receive you ; 
 See ! he spreads his bleeding hands ; 
 
 Come, venture on him, he'll relieve you j 
 Cast, all your doubts and fears aside, 
 The door of mercy's open wide, 
 The fountain flows that saves from sin, 
 Come, now believe and enter in ; 
 Don't distrust your blessed Saviour; 
 Now believe and live forever. 
 
 8 Sinners, you may mock and scorn, 
 
 Your moments lost will be lamented ; 
 That awful day is hast'ning on, 
 
 When you will wish you had repented ; 
 Death, with its embraces cold, 
 Will soon your mortal bodies hold ; 
 Your pleasures then will take their flight, 
 
HYMN 72. 101 
 
 And down you'll sink to endless night. 
 While you're of that guilty number, 
 Your damnation doth not slumber. 
 
 9 Come, poor sinners, go with me ; 
 
 My heart's enlarged to receive you ; 
 Slight not mercy offer'd free; 
 
 Venture on him, he'll relieve you; 
 But if you offer'd grace refuse, 
 And still the way of folly choose, 
 Unhappy souls, your guilt and blood 
 Will rest on your defenceless heads. 
 Darkness, torment, pain and sorrow, 
 May be yours before to-morrow. 
 
 HYMN 72.— P. M. 
 
 1 Ye jewels of my Master, 
 
 Who shine with heavenly rays, 
 Amid the beams of glory, 
 
 Reflect immortal blaze ; 
 Ye diamonds of beauty, 
 
 With pleasing lustre crown'd, 
 Of heavenly extraction, 
 
 To Zion's city bound. 
 
 2 When I beheld your order, 
 
 And harmony of soul, 
 And heard divinest numbers 
 
 In pure devotion roll, 
 And gems immortal glowing 
 
 With such enliven'd grace, 
 
102 HYMN 72. 
 
 I view'd the Saviour's image 
 Imprest on every face. 
 
 3 Speak often to each other, 
 
 To cheer the fainting mind ; 
 And often be your voices 
 
 In pure devotion join'd ; 
 Though trials may av ait you, 
 
 The crown before you lies ; 
 Take courage, brother pilgrims, 
 
 And soon you"ll win the prize. 
 
 4 Ye shall be mine, says Jesus, 
 
 In that auspicious day, 
 When I make up my jewels, 
 
 Releas'd from cumbrous clay : 
 He'll polish and refine you, 
 
 From worthless dross and tin, 
 And to his heavenly kingdom, 
 
 Will bid you enter in. 
 
 5 On that important morning, 
 
 When bursting thunders sound, 
 And nimble lightnings waving, 
 
 Shall wing the gloom profound ; 
 Lift up your heads rejoicing, 
 
 And clap your joyful hands : 
 Lo, you're redeem'd for ever, 
 
 From death's corrupted bands. 
 
 6 As Aaron on his girdle, 
 
 In shining jewels dress'd, 
 Bore all the tribes of Israel 
 
HYMN 73. 103 
 
 Inscrib'd upon his breast ; *. 
 So will the Priest of Zicn, 
 
 Before the Father's throne, 
 Present the heirs of glory, 
 
 And God the kindred own. 
 
 7 The golden bells will echo 
 
 Around the sacred hill ; 
 And sweet immortal anthems 
 
 The vocal regions fill ; 
 In everlasting beauty, 
 
 The shining millions stand, 
 Safe on the Rock of Ages, 
 
 Amid the promis'd land. 
 
 8 We'll range the wide dominion 
 
 Of our Redeemer round, 
 And in dissolving rapture 
 
 Be lost in love profound ; 
 While the flaming harpers 
 
 Begin the lasting song, 
 With hallelujahs rolling, 
 
 From the unnumber'd throng. 
 
 HYMN 73. 
 An Address to Sailors. 
 1 Ye sons of the main, ye that sail o'er the 
 flood, 
 Whose sins, big as mountains, have reach'd 
 
 up to God, 
 Remember, the short voyage of life soon 
 will end ; 
 
104 HYMN 73. 
 
 Now come, brother sailor, make Jesus your 
 friend. 
 
 2 Look astern on your life ; see your wake 
 
 mark'd with sin ; 
 Look ahead ; see the torments you'll soon 
 
 founder in ; 
 The hard rocks of death will soon beat out 
 
 your keel, 
 And your vessel and cargo will all sink to 
 
 hell. 
 
 3 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 ; 
 Watch and pray night and day, lest you 
 
 sink in the deep. 
 
 4 Spring your luff, brother sailor, the breeze 
 
 now is fair, 
 
 Trim your sails to the wind, and those tor- 
 ments you'll clear ; 
 
 Your leading star, Jesus, keep full in your 
 view ; 
 
 You'll weather the danger, he'll guide you 
 safe through. 
 
 5 Renounce your old captain, the devil, 
 
 straightway ; 
 The crew which you sail with will lead 
 you astray ; 
 
HYMN 73. 105 
 
 Desert their black colours, come under the 
 
 red, 
 Where Jesus is captain, to conquest he'll 
 
 lead. 
 
 6 His standard unfurl'd, see it wave through 
 
 the air, 
 And volunteers coming from far off and 
 
 near ; 
 Now's the time, brother sailor, no longer 
 
 delay, 
 Embark now with Jesus, good wages he'll 
 
 pay. 
 
 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 harbour of glory, forever you'll 
 
 ride, 
 Free from quicksands and dangers, and 
 
 sin's raging tide ; 
 Waves of death cease to roll, and the 
 
 tempest be o'er, 
 And the hoarse breath of Boreas dismast 
 
 you no more. 
 
 9 The tarpaulin jacket no longer you'll wear, 
 But robes dipped in glory, all clean, white 
 
 and fair : 
 
106 . HYMN 74. 
 
 A crown on your head that will dazzle the 
 
 sun, 
 And from glory to glory eternally run. 
 
 HYMN 74.— C. M. 
 
 Class Meeting. 
 
 1 Lord ! when together here we meet, 
 
 And taste thy heav'nly grace, 
 
 Thy smiles are so divinely sweet, 
 
 We're loath to leave the place. 
 
 2 Yet, Father, since it is thy will 
 
 That we must part again, 
 O let thy precious presence still 
 With every one remain. 
 
 3 Thus let us all in Christ be one, 
 
 Bound with the cords of love, 
 Till we, around thy glorious throne, 
 Shall joyous meet above. 
 
 4 Where sin and sorrow from each heart, 
 
 Shall then forever fly, 
 And not one thought that we should part 
 Once intercept our joy ; 
 
 5 Where, void of all distracting pains, 
 
 Our spirits ne'er shall tire ; 
 But in seraphic heavenly strains, 
 Redeeming love admire. 
 
 6 And thus, through all eternity, 
 
 Upon the heav'nly shore, . 
 
HYMN 75. 107 
 
 The great mysterious One in Three, 
 Jehovah, we'll adore. 
 
 HYMN 75.— 7>s. 
 
 1 Nay, I cannot let thee go, 
 Till a blessing thou bestow : 
 Do not turn away thy face ; 
 Mine's an urgent, pressing case. 
 
 2 Dost thou ask me who I am ? 
 
 Ah, my Lord, thou know'st my name: 
 Yet the quertion gives a plea, 
 To support my suit with thee. 
 
 3 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 prayei ; 
 Mercy heard and set him free ; 
 Lord, that mercy came to me. 
 
 5 Many years have pass'd 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 ev'ry need; 
 This emboldens me to plead ; 
 After so much mercy past, 
 Canst thou let me sink at last ! 
 
l.Jd HYMN 76. 
 
 7 No — I must maintain my hold ; 
 'Tis thy goodness makes me bold ; 
 1 can no denial take, 
 When I plead for Jesus' sake. 
 
 HYMN 76.— C. M. 
 
 T/ie last Resolve. 
 
 1 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast 
 
 A thousand thoughts revolve, 
 Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd, 
 And make this last resolve. 
 
 2 " I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 
 
 " Hath like a mountain rose ; 
 " I know his courts, I'll enter in, 
 "Whatever may oppose. 
 
 3 " Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 
 
 " And there my guilt confess ; 
 
 " I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, 
 
 " Without his sov'reign grace. 
 
 4 " But should the Lord reject my plea, 
 
 " And disregard my pray'r, 
 " Yet still like Esther I will stay, 
 " And perish only there. 
 
 5 " I can but perish if I go — 
 
 " I am resolved to try ; 
 " For if I stay away, I know 
 " I must forever die. 
 
 6 " But should I die with mercy sought, 
 
 " When I the King have tried, 
 
HYMN 77. IOp 
 
 " I there should die, (delightful thought ') 
 " Where ne'er a sinner died." 
 
 HYMN 77 — P.M. 
 
 Class Meeting Hymn. 
 
 1 Dear friends, for a week we must part, 
 
 Another sweet class meeting's gone, 
 While absent, united in heart, 
 
 Our interests are blended in one. 
 Each other's afflictions we share, 
 
 And bear them all up to the throne ; 
 Agreed in the spirit of prayer, 
 
 To meet every day about noon. 
 
 2 O Jesus, our centre and source ! 
 
 Let brotherly love keep us one ; 
 To urge with unanimous force, 
 
 The ark of the covenant on. 
 May each of us actively strive, 
 
 To gather poor sinners to God, 
 And labour thy work to revive, 
 
 By spreading religion abroad. 
 
 3 Our leader, O Lord ! do thou lead, 
 
 That he may lead us unto thee j 
 To us make him useful indeed, 
 
 And light in thy light may he see. 
 O may he not shun to declare, . 
 
 The cause and effects of thy curse, 
 The counsel of God without fear, 
 
 That all may quit sin or quit us. 
 
110 HYMN 78. 
 
 HYMN 78.— P. M* 
 
 i Hark, brethren, don't you hear the sound ? 
 
 The martial trumpet now is blowing, 
 Men in order listing round, 
 
 And soldiers to the standard flowing : 
 Bounties offer'd, joy and peace, 
 
 To ev'ry soldier this is given ; 
 And when from toil and war we cease, 
 
 A mansion bright prepar'd in heaven. 
 
 73 Those who long in debt have laid, 
 
 And felt the hand of dire oppression ; 
 All their debts are freely paid, 
 
 And they endow'd with large possession ; 
 All that's sick, or blind, or lame, 
 
 Maladies are also healed, 
 Outlaw'd rebels, when they come, 
 
 Receive a pardon freely sealed. 
 
 • The battle is not to the strong, 
 
 The burden's on the Captain's shoulder ; 
 None so aged or so young 
 
 But he may list and be a soldier; 
 Those who cannot fight nor fly, 
 
 Beneath this banner find protection, 
 None, who on his name rely, 
 
 Shall be reduced to base subjection. 
 
 4 You need not fear, the cause is good ; 
 Come, who will list and be a soldier ? 
 In this cause the martyrs bled, 
 
HYMN 79. Ill 
 
 And shouted vict'ry in the fire ; 
 In this way let's follow on, 
 
 And soon we'll tell the pleasing story, 
 How through Christ we gain'd the crown, 
 
 And fought our way through grace to 
 glory. 
 
 5 The battle, brethren, is begun, 
 
 Behold the army's now in motion ; 
 Some by faith behold the crown, 
 
 And almost grasp their future portion ; 
 Shout the victory, sing aloud, 
 
 Emmanuel's chariot wheels are rumbling, 
 Mourners weeping through the crowd, 
 
 And Satan's kingdom down is tumbling 
 
 HYMN 79.— P. M. 
 
 1 Enlisted into the cause of sin, 
 
 Why should a good be evil ? 
 Music, alas ! too long has been 
 
 Press'd to obey the devil ; 
 Drunken, or lewd, or light, the lay 
 
 Flows to the soul's undoing, 
 Widens and strews with flowers the way 
 
 Down to our utter ruin. 
 
 2 Who on the part of God will rise ? 
 
 Innocent sounds recover? 
 Fly on the prey, and seize the prize ? 
 
 Plunder the carnal lover ? 
 Strip him of every moving strain, 
 
 Every melting measure, 
 
112 HYMN 79. 
 
 Music in virtue's cause retain, 
 Rescue the holy pleasure. 
 
 3 Come, let us try if Jesus' love 
 
 Will not as well inspire us ; 
 This is the theme of those above, 
 
 This upon earth shall fire us : 
 Try if your hearts are tuned to sing; 
 
 Is there a subject greater? 
 Harmony all its strains may bring, 
 
 Jesus' name is sweeter. 
 
 4 Jesus the soul of music is, 
 
 His is the noblest passion ; 
 Jesus' name is life and peace, 
 
 Happiness and salvation : 
 Jesus' name the dead can raise, 
 
 Show us our sins forgiven, 
 Fill us with all the life of grace, 
 
 Carry us up to heaven. 
 
 5 Who hath a right like us to sing 
 
 Us whom his mercy raises ! 
 Merry our hearts, for Christ is King, 
 
 Joyful we'll sing his praises. 
 Who of his love doth once partake, 
 
 He in the Lord rejoices ; 
 Melody in our hearts we make, 
 
 Melody with our voices. 
 
 6 Then let us in his praises join ; 
 
 Triumph in his salvation ; 
 Glory ascribe to love divine, 
 Worship and adoration. 
 
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 Heaven already is begun, 
 Opened in each believer ; 
 
 Only believe, and still sing on, 
 Heaven is ours forever. 
 
 HYMN 80.— 8's. 
 
 1 Hear the royal proclamation, 
 The glad tidings of salvation, 
 Publishing to every creature, 
 To the ruin'd sons of nature. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Jesus reigns, he reigns victorious : 
 Over heaven and earth most glorious 
 
 Jesus reigns. 
 
 2 See the royal banner flying, 
 Hear the heralds loudly crying, 
 " Rebel sinners, royal favour 
 Now is offer'd by the Saviour." 
 
 3 Hear, ye sons of wrath and ruin, 
 Who have wrought your own undoing ; 
 Here is life and free salvation, 
 Offer'd to the whole creation. 
 
 4 'Twas for you that Jesus died, 
 For you he was crucified, 
 Conquer 'd death, and rose to heaven ; 
 Life eternal's through him given. 
 
 5 Here is life, and milk, and honey, 
 Come and purchase without money ; 
 
 8 
 
114 HYMN 81. 
 
 Mercy flowing like a fountain, 
 Streaming from the holy mountain. 
 
 6 For this love let rocks and mountains, 
 Purling streams and crystal fountains, 
 Roaring thunders, lightnings' blazes, 
 Shout the great Messiahs praises. 
 
 7 Now our hearts have caught new fire. 
 Brethren, raise your voices higher, 
 Shout with joyful acclamation 
 
 To the King of our salvation. 
 
 8 Shout, ye tongues of every nation, 
 To the bounds of the creation ; 
 Shout the praise of Judah's Lion, 
 The Almighty Prince of Zion. 
 
 9 Shout, ye saints ; make joyful mention, 
 Christ hath purchased our redemption ; 
 Angels shout the pleasing story, 
 Through the brighter worlds of glory. 
 
 HYMN 81.— L. M. 
 The penitent Thief. 
 
 1 Jesus Christ has power alone, 
 To subdue a heart of stone ; 
 And the moment, grace is felt, 
 Then the hardest heart will melt. 
 
 2 When the Lord was crucified, 
 Two transgressors with him died ; 
 
HYMN 82. 115 
 
 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 their view. 
 
 4 But the other, touched with grace, 
 Saw the danger 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 wondrous grace indeed ! 
 Grace vouchsaf 'd in time of need : 
 Sinners, trust in Jesus' name, 
 And you'll find him still the same. 
 
 7 But beware of unbelief, 
 Think upon the harden 'd thief;. 
 And if the gospel you disdain, 
 Christ for you has died in vain. 
 
 HYMN 82.— L. M. 
 
 1 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, 
 
 And sing the great Redeemer's praise : 
 He justly claims a song from me. 
 His loving kindness, oh how "free ! 
 
116 HYMN 83. 
 
 2 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, 
 Though earth and hell my way oppose, 
 He bafely leads my soul along, 
 
 His loving kindness, oh how strong ! 
 
 3 When troubles, like a gloomy cloud, 
 Have gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud, 
 He near my soul has always stood ; 
 
 His loving kindness, oh how good ! 
 
 4 Often I feel my sinful heart 
 Prone from my Jesus to depart ; 
 Though oft his mercies I've forgot, 
 His loving kindness changes not. 
 
 5 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, 
 Soon all my mortal powers must fail : 
 Oh ! may my last expiring breath 
 His loving kindness sing in death ! 
 
 6 Then let me mount and soar away 
 To that bright world of endless day, 
 And sing with rapture and surprise, 
 His loving kindness in the skies. 
 
 HYMN 83.— P. M. 
 
 1 Whkn Joseph his brethren beheld, 
 Afflicted and trembling with fear 
 
 His heart with compassion was fill'd ; 
 From weeping he could not forbear. 
 
 Awhile his behaviour was rough, 
 
 To bring their past sin to their mind ; 
 
HYMJN «$. 117 
 
 But when they were humbled enough, 
 He hasted to show himself kind. 
 
 2 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 ! 
 " I am 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." 
 
 3 Though greatly distressed before, 
 
 When charg'd with purloining the cup, 
 They now were confounded much more ; 
 
 Not one of them durst to look up. 
 " Can Joseph, whom we would have slain, 
 
 Forgive us the evil we did ? 
 And will he our household maintain ? 
 
 Oh this is a brother indeed !" 
 
 4 Thus, dragg'd by my conscience, I came, 
 
 And laden'd with guilt, to the Lord, 
 Surrounded with terror and shame, 
 
 Unable to utter a word : 
 At first he look'd stern and severe ; 
 
 What anguish then pierced my heart, 
 Expecting each moment to hear 
 
 The sentence, " Thou cursed, depart "" 
 
 5 But oh ! what surprise when he spoke, 
 
 While tenderness beam'd in his face ; 
 My heart then to pieces was broke, 
 
 O'erwhelm'd and confounded by grac« *, 
 
118 HYMN 84. 
 
 " Poor sinner, I know thee full well ; 
 
 By thee I was sold and was slain ; 
 But I died to redeem thee from hell, 
 
 And raise thee in glory to reign. 
 
 6 " I am Jesus, whom thou hast blasphem'd, 
 
 And crucified often afresh ; 
 But let me henceforth be esteem'd 
 
 Thy brother, thy bone, and thy flesh: 
 My pardon I freely bestow ; 
 
 Thy wants I will fully supply ; 
 I'll guide thee and guard thee below, 
 
 And soon will remove thee on high. 
 
 7 " Go publish to sinners around, 
 
 That they may be willing to come, 
 The mercy which now you have found, 
 
 And tell thern that yet there is room." 
 Oh sinners, the message obey ! 
 
 No more vain excuses pretend ; 
 But come without further delay, 
 
 To Jesus, our Brother and Friend. 
 
 HYMN 84.— P. M. 
 
 1 Ye children of Zion, who're aiming for 
 
 glory, 
 Enlisted with Jesus, to fight against hell, 
 New Canaan's bright borders are now just 
 
 before you, 
 Though Jordan's proud billows its banks 
 
 overswell ;. 
 
HYMN 84. 119 
 
 Ten thousand have cross'd it, and are now in 
 
 heaven, 
 All shouting and praising the great One in 
 
 Seven ; 
 And I hope my Saviour will bring us all over, 
 In the land of sweet Canaan forever to dwell. 
 
 2 This makes my heart merry, it fills me with 
 
 glory, 
 That toiling and labouring one day will be 
 
 o'er : 
 At the feet of my Saviour I'll there tell my 
 
 story , 
 When sin, pain and sorrow can reach us no 
 
 more. 
 Be bold and courageous, and fear not the 
 
 devil, 
 Though he should speak of you all manner 
 
 of evil ; 
 Although hell enrages, yet Jesus engages 
 To bring us all shouting to Canaan's Dright 
 
 snore. 
 
 3 Like ships on the ocean, we're tost by com- 
 
 motion : 
 
 But Christ is the pilot, and he's a sure guide : 
 
 When sick and afflicted, kind love has a foun- 
 tain, 
 
 Which flows in abundance from Jesus' s side. 
 
 Though Satan's wild whirlwinds, like deluges 
 roaring, 
 
 With floods of temptation, as hail adown 
 pouring ; 
 
120 HYMN 84. 
 
 Though devils should haunt you, yet let them 
 
 not daunt you. 
 For Jesus rules over the wind and the tide. 
 
 4 I feel his love blazing, my spirits are rais- 
 
 ing, 
 Had I angel's pinicns, away I would go; 
 And see that bright city, and hear angels 
 
 praising, 
 And all the enjoyment of glory to know ; 
 To those blessed Seven, that shine through 
 
 all heaven, 
 All glory from saints and from angels be 
 
 given ; 
 My heart's all on fire ; my Jesus draws 
 
 nigher ; 
 His love, like an ocean, all through me doth 
 
 flow. 
 
 5 His love so constrains me, this earth can't 
 
 contain me : 
 My soul is so joyful, I'm fill'd with new wine ; 
 'Tis grace that supports me, and glory awaits 
 
 me, 
 While flames from sweet heaven all round 
 
 me do shine : 
 Bright angels attend me where'er I am going ; 
 Sweet Jesus, direct me, whate'er I am doing. 
 A subject of wonder, on which angels ponder, 
 That beggars are rais'd to a life so divine. 
 
HYMN 85. 121 
 
 HYMN 8 5. --P.M. 
 
 1 Like a ship see the church through the 
 
 ocean she rolls ; 
 She's freighted with grace, and well manned 
 
 out with souls, 
 'Midst whirlwinds and tempests she sails 
 
 through the world, 
 While storms of temptation against her are 
 
 hurl'd. 
 
 2 She is bound from the world, through the 
 
 tempest she flies, 
 She mounts o'er the billows, is bound for the 
 
 skies ; 
 While Christ stands at helm no danger she'll 
 
 fear, 
 Her captain and pilot knows which way to 
 
 steer. 
 
 3 She stops not to anchor in harbours below, 
 But o'er life's rough billows her true course 
 
 doth go ; 
 The highlands of heaven, she still keeps in 
 
 view, 
 Intends there to anchor and there land her 
 
 crew. 
 
 4 While hell and her legions around her do 
 
 roar, 
 Like the waves of the ocean which break on 
 the shore ; 
 
122 HYMN 86. 
 
 She steers her course onward, nor heeds the 
 
 alarm ; 
 With Christ in the vessel, she smiles at the 
 
 storm. 
 
 5 The ebb-tide of nature which feeds the 
 
 dead sea, 
 And the gulf of confusion together agree 
 To hinder her progress, her march to oppose ; 
 She spreads forth her canvass and outsails 
 
 her foes. 
 
 6 She's hated by worldlings, despised by fools, 
 Who sail the black sea till they shipwreck 
 
 their souls ; 
 She kindly invites them their course to bewail, 
 Yet tarries not for them, but spreads the more 
 
 sail. 
 
 7 She's rapidly sailing with strong gales of 
 
 love, 
 And soon will strike soundings on the fair 
 
 coast above ; 
 Make the highlands of heaven, above the 
 
 dark flood, 
 And anchor forever in the kingdom of God. 
 
 HYMN 86.— C. M. 
 
 1 In evil long I took delight, 
 Unawed by shame or fear ; 
 Till a new object struck my sight, 
 And stopp'd my wild career. 
 
HYMN 87. 123 
 
 2 I saw one hanging on a tree 
 ' In agonies and blood ; 
 
 Who fiy'd his languid eyes on me, 
 As near iu» cross I stood. 
 
 3 Sure never, to my latest breath, 
 
 Can 1 forget that look ; 
 It seem'd to charge me with his death, 
 Though not a word he spoke. 
 
 4 My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt 
 
 And plung'd me in despair ; 
 
 I sfcw my s:x\s his blood had spilt, 
 
 And help'd to nail him there. 
 
 5 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. 
 
 6 A second. look he gave, which said, 
 " I freely all forgive ; 
 
 My blood is for thy ransom paid ; 
 I die that thou may'st live." 
 
 HYMN 87.— C. M. 
 
 1 Come, all ye mourning pilgrims dear, 
 "Who are bound for Canaan's land, 
 
 Take courage, and fight valiantly, 
 Stand fast with sword in hand : 
 
 Our Captain he is gone before, 
 Our Father's only Son ; 
 
124 HYMN 87. 
 
 Then pilgrims dear, oh do not fear, 
 But let us follow on. 
 
 2 Through a dark and howling wilderness, 
 To Canaan's peaceful shore ; 
 
 A land of pits, and snares, and death, 
 Where chilling winds do roar ; 
 
 But Jesus will go through with us, 
 And guard us by the way . 
 
 Though enemies examine us, 
 He'll tell us what to say. 
 
 3 Apol. Good morning, brother traveller ; 
 Pray tell to me your name ; 
 
 And whither you are travelling to ; 
 
 Likewise from whence you came. 
 Pil. My name it is Bold Pilgrim, 
 
 To Canaan I an bound ; 
 I'm from the howling wilderness, 
 
 And the enchanted ground. 
 
 4 Apol. Pray what is that upon your head 
 That shines so clear and bright ? 
 
 Likewise the covering of your breast, 
 
 So dazzling to my sight ? 
 What kind of shoes are those you wear, 
 
 On which you boldly stand ? 
 Likewise the shining instrument 
 
 You hold in your right hand ? 
 
 5 Pil. 'Tis glorious hope upon my head, 
 And on my breast a shield ; 
 
 With this bright sword I mean to fight, 
 Until I win the field : 
 
HYMN 87. 125 
 
 My feet are shod with gospel grace, 
 
 On which I boldly stand ; 
 I mean to fight until I die, 
 / And gain fair Canaan's land. 
 
 6 Jpol. You'd better stay with me, young man, 
 
 And give your journey o'er ; 
 Your Captain now is out of sight, 
 
 His face you'll see no more. 
 My name is old Apoltyon ; 
 / This land belongs to me, 
 And for your arms and pilgrim's dress, 
 
 I'll give it all to thee. 
 
 [7 " Oh no '" replies the pilgrim bold, 
 
 " Your offer I disdain ; 
 A glitt'ring crown of righteousness 
 
 I shortly shall obtain : 
 If I continue faithful 
 
 To my dear Lord's command, 
 1 1 shall be heir with him above 
 ' Of Canaan's fruitful land." 
 
 8 The pleasant fields of Canaan, 
 How beauteous to behold ! 
 
 The valleys clad in living green ! 
 The mountains ting'd with gold i 
 
 IThe trees of life with heavenly fruit, 
 
 / Behold how rich they stand ; 
 
 Blow, gentle gales, and bear my soul 
 Away to Canaan's land. 
 
126 HYMN 88. 
 
 HYMN 88.— C. M. 
 
 1 Am I a soldier of the cross, 
 A follower of the Lamb ? 
 
 And shall I fear to own his cause, 
 Or blush to speak his name ? 
 
 2 Must I be carried to the skies, 
 On flow'ry beds of ease ; 
 
 Whilst others fought to win the prize, 
 And sail'd through bloody seas ? 
 
 3 Are there no foes for me to face ? 
 Must I not stem the flood ? 
 
 Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
 To help me on to God ? 
 
 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign : 
 Increase my courage, Lord ; 
 
 I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
 Supported by thy word. 
 
 b Thy saints in all this glorious war, 
 Shall conquer though they die ; 
 
 They see the triumph from afar, 
 And seize it with their eye. 
 
 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 
 
 And all thy armies shine 
 In robes of vict'ry through the skies, 
 
 The glory shall be thine. 
 
HYMN 89. 127 
 
 HYMN 89.— P. M. 
 
 /l Come, precious soul, and let us take 
 A walk becoming you and me j 
 And whither, my friend, 
 Shall we our footsteps bend, 
 To Calvary or to Gethseinane ? 
 
 2 " O Calvary is a mountain high, 
 'Tis much too hard a task for me ; 
 
 / And I had rather stay 
 
 In the broad and pleasant way, 
 Than to walk in the garden of Gethsemane." 
 
 3 It would not appear such a mountain high 
 ' Nor such a task, dear sinner, for thee, 
 
 If you lov'd the Man 
 Who first laid the plan, 
 Of climbing the mountain Calvary. 
 
 4 " I'd rather abide in this pleasant plain, 
 My gay and merry friends to see : 
 
 And tarry awhile 
 In the joys of the world, 
 Than to climb up the mountain Calvary." 
 
 5 Your gay companions must lie in the dust 
 Their souls are bound for misery ; 
 
 And if you ever stand 
 On Canaan's happy land 
 You must climb up the mountain Calvary. 
 
 6 " There is no pleasure that I can behold 
 And it is a lonely way to me ; 
 
128 HYMN 89. 
 
 For I have heard them say 
 There are lions in the way, 
 And they lurk in the mountain Calvary." 
 
 7 It is a peaceful, pleasant way, 
 
 Poor wand'ring soul, could you but see; 
 And you shall have a guard, 
 Yea, the angels of God, 
 To conduct you o'er mountain Calvary. 
 
 8 " I'd rather have peace, and live at my ease, 
 Than to be afflicted thus by thee ; 
 
 When blooming youth is gone, 
 And when old age comes on, 
 I will climb up the mountain Calvary." 
 
 9 There is no better time than youth, 
 To travel the mountain as you see j 
 
 When old age comes on, 
 You are burden'd with sin ; 
 Then how can you climb up Calvary ? 
 
 10 " O leave this melancholy theme j 
 I cannot enjoy any peace for thee : 
 
 There is time enough yet, 
 And the journey's not so great ; 
 I can soon climb the mountain Calvary." 
 
 11 O hark, I hear a doleful sound ! 
 You greatly should alarmed be ; 
 
 A blooming youth is gone, 
 And is laid in the tomb, 
 Who refused to climb Mount Calvary. 
 
HYMN 90. 129 
 
 12 ' Alas, I know not what to do ; 
 You greatly have alarmed me, 
 
 For in sin I've gone on, 
 Till I fear I'm undone ; 
 Lord, help me to climb up Calvary !' 
 
 13 O tarry not in all the plain, 
 
 Lest it prove a dangerous snare to thee , 
 But look to the Man, 
 Who was slain for your sin, 
 
 And he'll help you to climb up Calvary 
 
 HYMN 90.— P. M. 
 
 1 With pleasure behold 
 The city of gold, 
 
 How beautiful, lovely, and bright; 
 
 Coming down from above, 
 
 In its beauty and love, 
 Adorned with glory and light ; 
 
 Prepared as a bride, 
 
 For Immanuel's side ; 
 Let angels rejoice at the sight ; 
 
 Jerusalem new 
 
 Its glory doth show, 
 The wisdom of God and his might. 
 
 2 Its walls 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 ; 
 9 
 
130 HYMN 90. 
 
 It lieth four square, 
 
 A golden reed there, 
 With angels to measure it right; 
 
 Consider with p'v^asure, 
 
 It's equal in measure. 
 Its length, breadth and height are alike. 
 
 3 Twelve angels there wait, 
 At twelve holy gates, 
 
 The righteous rejoice when they enter; 
 
 For they will behold 
 
 A city of gold, 
 The tree of life placed in the centre 
 
 There proceeds from the throne 
 
 Of the king whom they 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 shall dwell, 
 
 For ever and ever in peace ; 
 
 They need not the moon, 
 
 Nor the bright shining sun, 
 In so glorious and holy a place. 
 
 God's glory will shine, 
 
 And give light divine, 
 Therefore it will never be night 
 
 What raptures are there ! 
 
 All heaven will share, 
 It's perfectly filled with ight. 
 
HYMN 91. 131 
 
 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 in their foreheads will he. 
 
 Great joy will be there, 
 
 The righteous will share, 
 While angels their voices are raising ; 
 
 How pleasant the singing, 
 
 Melodiously ringing, 
 While saints are in harmony praising. 
 
 6 How pleasant their singing, 
 Melodiously ringing 
 
 All praising with cheerfulest voices . 
 
 What melodious sounds 
 
 Are echoing round, 
 While all in that city rejoices ! 
 
 How rich and how great, 
 
 How good and complete, 
 That city which God will prepare ; 
 
 How pure and how holv, 
 
 And full of bright glory, 
 How beautiful, lovely, and fair ! 
 
 HYMN 91.— P. M. 
 
 1 The old Israelites knew what it was they 
 must do, 
 If fair Canaan they would 
 
132 HYMN 91. 
 
 They must still keep in sight of the pillar 
 of light, 
 Which led on to the promised rest. 
 
 2 The camps on the road, could not be their 
 
 abode, 
 
 But oft as the trumpet should blow, 
 They all, glad of a chance of a further ad- 
 vance, 
 
 Must then take up their baggage and go. 
 
 3 I am thankful, indeed, for the heavenly 
 
 Head, 
 Which before me has hitherto gone ; 
 For that pillar of love which doth onward 
 
 still move, 
 And doth gather our souls into one. 
 
 4 Now the cross-bearing throng, are advanc- 
 
 ing along, 
 And a closer communion doth flow, 
 Now all who would stand on the promised 
 land, 
 Let them take up their crosses and go. 
 
 5 The way is all ne»v, as it opens to view, 
 
 And behind is a foaming Red sea ; 
 So none now need speak of the onions and 
 leeks, 
 Or to talk about garlics to me. 
 
 6 My mind's in pursuit, I must have the good 
 
 fruit, 
 Which in Canaan's rich valleys doth 
 grow ; 
 
HYMN 91 133 
 
 Although millions of foes should rise up 
 and oppose, 
 I will take up my crosses and go. 
 
 7 What though some in the rear preach up 
 
 terror and fear, 
 And complain of the trials they meet ; 
 Though the giants before with great fury 
 
 do roar, 
 I am resolved I will never retreat. 
 
 8 We are little 'tis true, and our numbers are 
 
 few, 
 And the sons of old Anak are tall ; 
 But while I see a track, I will never give 
 
 back, 
 But go on at the risk of my all. 
 
 9 Though, while scatter'd around in this wil- 
 
 derness ground, 
 With good manna awhile we've been fed ; 
 This will not always do, we must rise and 
 
 go through, 
 Till we feed on the heavenly bread. 
 
 10 Now the morning doth dawn for the camps 
 
 to move on, 
 
 And the priests with their trumpets do 
 blow ; 
 As the priests give the sound, and the trum- 
 pets resound, 
 
 All my soul is exulting to go. 
 
 11 On Jordan's near side I can never abide, 
 
 For no place here of refuge I see, 
 
134 HYMN 91. 
 
 Till I come to the spot, and inherit the lot, 
 Which the Lord God will give unto me. 
 
 12 Now 'tis union I seek with the pure and 
 
 the meek, 
 
 So an end to all discord and strife ; 
 Since I have fixed mine eyes on the heav- 
 enly prize, 
 
 I will go at the risk of my life. 
 
 13 If I am faithful and true, and my journey 
 
 pursue, 
 Till I stand on the heavenly shore, 
 I shall joyfully see what a blessing to me 
 Was the mortifying cross which I bore. 
 
 14 Since these losses are gain, I will never 
 
 complain, 
 But so long as I am able to move, 
 With the resolute few, I'm resolved to go 
 
 through, ;. 
 
 Till I reach the fair Canaan above. 
 
 15 All my honours and wealth, all my pleas- 
 
 ures and health, 
 I am willing should now be at stake ; 
 If my Christ I obtain, I shall think it great 
 
 gain 
 For the sacrifice which I shall make. 
 
 16 When I all have forsook, like a bubble 
 
 'twill look, 
 From the midst of a glorified throng, 
 
HYMN 92. 135 
 
 Where all losses are gain, where each sor- 
 row and pain 
 Are exchang'd for the conqueror's scng 
 
 HYMN 92.— P. M. 
 
 1 Hearken, ye sprightly, and attend, ye vain 
 
 ones, 
 Pause in your mirth, adversity consider, 
 Learn from a friend's pen truths that are 
 
 most painful, 
 
 A sick-bed reflection. 
 
 2 Healthful and gay, like* you I spent my 
 
 moments, 
 Fondly my heart said , joy shall last forever, 
 But I'd forgotten man has no enjoyments, 
 But by permission. 
 
 3 Sudden and awful from the height of 
 
 pleasure, 
 
 By pain and sickness thrown upon a death- 
 bed, 
 
 Vain is its softness to assuage the pain of 
 Raging disorder. 
 
 4 Kindest attention of my friends most hu- 
 
 mane, 
 With the profound skill of a kind physician, 
 All skill is baffled, while distress and anguish 
 Torture my whole frame. 
 
136 HFMN 92. 
 
 5 Vain are my groanings, all complaints are 
 
 fruitless, 
 Changing my place does not abate my 
 
 fever ; 
 Here like a reptile, on a bed of embers, 
 Tortured I languish. 
 
 6 Hopes of recov'ry my fond heart indulged, 
 Till my physician, to my great amazement, 
 Kindly inform'd me that my case was des- 
 
 p'rate, 
 
 Death was approaching. 
 
 7 Wonders on wonders to my view now open, 
 Life is receding, to the grave I'm hast'ning ; 
 Am I prepared ? this dreadful moment 
 
 must I ' 
 
 Meet my Creator ? 
 
 8 Twenty-five years I've spent without con- 
 
 sidering 
 Man was a mortal, dependent on a moment, 
 Life but a shadow, time a flying arrow, 
 » Quick to dispel it. 
 
 9 Oft have I listen'd while death-bells were 
 
 tolling, 
 
 Seen the graves open with spectators 
 mourning, 
 
 But for myself was, spite of all these warn- 
 ings, 
 
 Long life expecting. 
 
 10 Counsels I've slighted, warnings I've re- 
 
 jected, 
 
HYMN 93. 137 
 
 In my gay moments, thoughts of death I've 
 
 banish 'd, 
 When grown gray -headed, I have oft resolved 
 Death to prepare for. 
 
 11 Time in advance to me seemed moving 
 
 slowly, 
 
 Days without numbering I propos'd for pleas- 
 ure ; 
 
 But they are blasted ! Now behold the end of 
 Procrastination. 
 
 12 Tortur'd in body, not a limb escapes it, 
 No sweet composure to direct one prayer, 
 All is disorder ! yet my state eternal 
 
 Now is depending. 
 
 13 Now ghastly death ! pray stop one mo- 
 
 ment longer, 
 Till I give warning to my gay companions ' 
 No time is granted for expostulation^ 
 Shun my example. 
 
 HYMN 93.— P. M. 
 
 Shout aloud, O ye angels, 
 
 In glory's bright rays ; 
 Who wait on king Jesus, 
 
 His glory to praise ; 
 Ye thousands of thousands, 
 
 Ascribing your songs 
 To Jesus, whom praises 
 
 And power belongs. 
 
138 HYMN 93. 
 
 2 Shout aloud, saints in glory, 
 
 The Saviour's high praise, 
 Who on Jesus's glory 
 
 Eternally gaze ; 
 He's worthy of honour 
 
 From all that's above ; 
 For he was your ransom, 
 
 With grace, truth and love. 
 
 3 Shout aloud, O ye heralds, 
 
 Christ makes you to sound, 
 Salvation from Jesus, 
 
 To sinners around ; 
 Shout glory to Jesus, 
 
 And go in his name ; 
 And he, by his Spirit, 
 
 Will make you a flame. 
 
 4 Shout aloud to your shepherd, 
 
 Who gives you his law ; 
 His foes shall behold him, 
 
 And sink down in awe ; 
 Your Saviour will give you 
 
 His word for your sword, 
 . And with it you'll conquer, 
 
 For Christ is your Lord. 
 
 6 Shout aloud, O ye churches, 
 
 For Jesus is King ; 
 And hold on rejoicing, 
 
 His praises to sing ; 
 Depend on his mercy, 
 
 He'll carry you through, 
 
HYMN 93, 
 
 And you may shout glory 
 While you're here below. 
 
 6 Shout aloud, for in Jesus 
 
 Your life shall increase ; 
 His promise is certain, 
 
 And you shall have peace ; 
 Your tears shall be wiped, 
 
 And soon you shall sing, 
 In eternal glory, 
 
 With Jesus your King. 
 
 7 Shout, Jesus is worthy, 
 
 He's Zion's bright King; 
 Ye young men and maidens, 
 
 His praises now sing ; 
 O daughter of Zion, 
 
 Come sing your sweet song y 
 Your harps have been hanging 
 
 On willows too long. 
 
 8 The sun shows his glory, 
 
 The moon spreads his praise ; 
 The stars all in order, 
 
 Declare his decrees ; 
 The bow and the harvest 
 
 Do show he's the Lord, 
 Forever declaring 
 
 The truth of his word. 
 
 9 The thunder, while roaring, 
 
 Is showing his voice ; 
 And showers descending, 
 
140 HYMN 93. 
 
 Make valleys rejoice ; 
 The mountains, in standing, 
 
 Do show forth his pow'r ; 
 And waters are shouting 
 
 From shore unto shore. 
 
 10 Th° birds sing his praises, 
 
 Which fly in the air ; 
 The rose and the lily 
 
 His beauties declare; 
 The fish in the ocean, 
 
 He makes them to swim, 
 And leap out of water, 
 
 In honour to him. 
 
 11 Here's glory and honour, 
 
 To Jesus below ; 
 All things here around us 
 
 His power do show ! 
 He's worthy of honour, 
 
 From all things that be, 
 On earth or in heaven, 
 
 And all in the sea. 
 
 12 Salvation, dominion, 
 
 With power and praise ; 
 Hosanna to Jesus, 
 
 For riches of grace ; 
 Hallelujah to Jesus, 
 
 I'll shout and I'll sing; 
 For he is my Refuge, 
 
 My Rock and my King, 
 
HYMN 94. 141 
 
 HYMN 94.— S. M. 
 
 Penitential. 
 
 1 Bkside the gospel pool, 
 Appointed for the poor, 
 
 From year to year my helpless soul 
 Has waited for a cure. 
 
 2 How often have I seen 
 The healing waters move, 
 
 And others round me stepping in, 
 Their efficacy prove. 
 
 3 But my complaints remain ; 
 I feel the very same, 
 
 As full of guilt, and fear, and pain, 
 As when at first I came. 
 
 4 Oh would the Lord appear, 
 My malady to heal ; 
 
 He knows how long I've languish d here, 
 And what distress I feel. 
 
 5 How often have I thought, 
 Why should I longer lie ? 
 
 Surely the mercy I have sought, 
 Is not for such as I. 
 
 6 But whither can I go ? 
 There is no other pool, 
 
 Where streams of sov'reign virtue flow, 
 To make a sinner whole. 
 
 7 Here, then, from day to day, 
 I'll wait, and hope, and cry ; 
 
143 HYMN 95. 
 
 Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, 
 Yet suffer him to die ? 
 
 8 No, he is full of grace, 
 He never will permit 
 A soul that fain would see his face, 
 To perish at his feet. 
 
 HYMN 95.— P. M. 
 
 1 Come, saints and sinners, hear me tell 
 The wonders of Immanuel, 
 
 Who saved me from a burning hell, 
 And brought my soul with him to dwell, 
 And gave me heavenly union. 
 
 2 When Jesus saw me from on high, 
 Beheld my soul in ruin lie, 
 
 He look'd on me with pitying eye, 
 And said to me, as he pass'd by, 
 " With God you have no union." 
 
 3 Then I began to weep and cry ; 
 And look'd this way and that, to fly, 
 It grieved me so that I must die j 
 
 I strove salvation for to buy ; 
 But still I had no union. 
 
 4 But when I hated all my sin, 
 My dear Redeemer took me in, 
 
 And with his blood he wash'd me clean ; 
 And oh ! what seasons I have seen 
 Since first I felt this union. 
 
HYMN 96. 143 
 
 5 I praised the Lord both night and day, 
 And went from house to house to pray, 
 And if I met one on the way, 
 
 I found I'd something still to say 
 About this heavenly union. 
 
 6 I now with saints can join to sing, 
 And mount on faith's triumphant wing, 
 And make the heavenly arches ring 
 With loud hosannas to our King, 
 
 Who brought our souls to union 
 
 HYMN 96.— C. M. 
 
 1 O for a thousand tongues to sing 
 
 My dear Redeemer's piaise ! 
 The glories of my God and King, 
 The triumphs of his grace. 
 
 2 My gracious Master and my God, 
 
 Assist me to proclaim, 
 To spread through all the earth abroad 
 The honours of thy name. 
 
 3 Jesus, the name that charms our fears, 
 
 That bids our sorrows cease : 
 'Tis music in the sinner's ears ; 
 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 
 
 4 He breaks the power of cancell'd sin, 
 
 He sets the pris'ner free : 
 His blood can make the foulest clean ; 
 His blood avail'd for me. 
 
144 HYMN 97. 
 
 HYMN 97.~P.IH. 
 
 1 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, 
 
 Weak'and wounded, sick and sore, 
 Jesus ready stands to save you, 
 Full of pity, love and pow'r , 
 
 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 you nigh ; 
 
 Without money 
 Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 
 
 3 Let not conscience make you linger ; 
 
 Nor of fitness fondly dream : 
 All the fitness he requireth, 
 Is, to feel your need of him ; 
 
 This he gives you, 
 'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam. 
 
 4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, 
 
 Bruis'd and mangled by the fall, 
 If you tarry till you're better, 
 You will never come at all : 
 
 Not the righteous ; 
 Sinners, Jesus came to call. 
 
 5 Agonizing in the garden, 
 
 Lo ! your Maker prostrate lies! 
 On the bloody tree behold him ! 
 
HYMN 98. 145 
 
 Hear him cry before he dies, 
 
 " It is finished !" 
 Sinners, will not this suffice ? 
 
 HYMN 98.— C. M. 
 
 1 O for a heart to praise my God, 
 
 A heart from sin set free ! 
 A heart that always feels thy blood 
 So freely spilt for me. 
 
 2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, 
 
 My great Redeemer's throne : 
 Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
 Where Jesus reigns alone. 
 
 3 O for a lowly, contrite heart, 
 
 Believingj true and clean i 
 Which neither life nor death can part, 
 From him that dwells within. 
 
 4 A heart in every thought renew'd, 
 
 And full of love divine ; 
 Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 
 A copy, Lord, of thine. 
 
 5 Thy nnture, gracious Lord, impart, 
 
 Com ? quickly from above ; 
 Write :hy new name upon my heart 
 Thy sew, best name of love. 
 10 
 
146 HYMN 100. 
 
 HYMN 99.— P. M. " 
 
 1 Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing, 
 
 Tune my heart to sing thy grace ! 
 Streams of mercy never ceasingf, 
 
 Call for songs of loudest praise ; 
 • Teach me some melodious sonnet, 
 
 Sung by naming tongues above ; 
 Praise the mount — I'm fix'd upon it; 
 
 Mount of thy redeeming love. 
 
 2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer, 
 
 Hither by thy help I'm come; 
 And I hope, by thy good pleasure, 
 
 Safely to arrive at home : 
 Jesus sought me when a stranger, 
 
 Wand'ring from the fold of God ; 
 He to rescue me from danger 
 
 Interpos'd his precious blood ! 
 
 3 0! to grace how great a debtor 
 
 Daily I'm constrain 'd 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 for thy courts above. 
 
 HYMN 100.— P. M. 
 1 Come, O thou traveller unknown, 
 Whom still I own, but cannot see ; 
 
HYMN 100. 147 
 
 My company before is gone, 
 
 And I am left alone with thee ; 
 With thee all night I mean to stay, 
 And wrestle till the break of day. 
 
 2 In vain thou strugglest to get free, 
 
 I never will unloose my hold : 
 Art thou the man who dy'd for me ? 
 
 The secret of thy love unfold : 
 Wrestling, I will not let thee go, 
 Till I thy name, thy nature know. 
 
 3 What though my shrinking flesh complain 
 
 And murmur to contend so long ; 
 I rise superior to my pain ; 
 
 When I am weak, then I am strong 
 And when my all of strength shall fail, 
 I shall with the God-Man prevail. 
 
 4 Yield to me now — for I am weak, 
 
 But confident in self-despair: 
 Speak to my heart, in blessings speak, 
 
 Be conquer'd by my instant prayer ! 
 Speak or thou never hence shalt move, 
 And tell me if thy name be love. 
 
 5 'Tis love, 'tis love ! Thou diedst. for me, 
 
 I hear thy whisper in my heart, 
 The morning breaks, the shadows flee, 
 
 Pure, universal love thou art; 
 To me, to all, thy bowels move, 
 Thy nature and thy name is love. 
 
148 HYMN 101. 
 
 6 I kmi'v thee, Saviour, who thou art, 
 Jeruis, the feeble sinner's friend ; 
 Nor wilt thou with the night depart, 
 But stay, and love me to the end ; 
 Thy mercies never shall remove, 
 Thy nature and thy name is love. 
 
 HYMN 101.— P. M. 
 
 1 'Tis a point I long to know, 
 
 Oft it causes anxious thought: 
 Do I love the Lord or no ? 
 Am I his, or am I not ? 
 
 2 If I love, why am I thus ? 
 
 Why this dull and lifeless frame ? 
 Hardly, sure, can they be worse, 
 Who have never heard his name. 
 
 3 Could my heart so hard remain, 
 
 Prayer a task and burden prove, 
 Every trifle give me pain, 
 If I knew a Saviour's love ? 
 
 4 When I turn mine eyes within, 
 
 O how dark, and vain, and wild! 
 Prone to unbelief and sin, 
 Can I deem myself a child ? 
 
 5 If I prav, or hear, or read, 
 
 Faith is weak in all I do ; 
 You that love the Lord indeed, 
 Tell me, is it thus with you ? 
 
HYMN 102. 149 
 
 6 Yet 1 mourn my stubborn will, 
 
 Find my sin a grief and thrall : 
 Should 1 grieve for what I feel, 
 If 1 did not love at all ? 
 
 7 Could I joy with saints to meet. 
 
 Choose the ways I onoe abhorr'd, 
 Find, at times, the promise sweet, 
 If I did not love thee, Lord? 
 
 8 Lord, decide the doubtful case ! 
 
 Thou, who art thy people's sun; 
 Shine upon thy work of grace, 
 If it be indeed begun. 
 
 i) Let me love thee more and more, 
 If 1 love at all, I pray ; 
 If I have not lov'd before, 
 Help me to begin to-day. 
 
 HYMN 102.— P. M. 
 
 1 O tkll me no more of this world's vain 
 
 store, 
 The time for such trifles with me now is o'er ; 
 A country I've found, where true joys abound, 
 To dwell I'm determin'd on that happy ground. 
 
 2 The souls that believe, in paradise live, 
 And me in that number, will Jesus receive : 
 My soul, don't delay — he calls thee away, 
 Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad 
 
 day. 
 
150 HYMN 103. 
 
 3 No mortal doth know what he can bestow, 
 What light, strength, and comfort — go after 
 
 him, go : 
 4_iO ! onward I move to a city above ; 
 None guesses how wondrous my journey will 
 
 prove. 
 
 4 Great spoils I shall win, from death, hell and 
 
 sin, 
 'Midst outward afflictions shall feel Christ 
 
 within : 
 And when I'm to die, receive me, I'll cry, 
 For Jesus hath lov'd me, I cannot tell why. 
 
 5 But this I do find, we two are so join'd, 
 He'll not live in glory, and leave me behind : 
 So this is the race I'm running through grace, 
 Henceforth — till admitted to see my Lord's 
 
 face. 
 
 HYMN 103.— C. M. 
 
 How happy ev'ry child of grace, 
 
 Who knows his sins forgiv'n ! 
 This earth, he cries, is not my place, 
 
 I seek my place in heaven ! 
 A country far from mortal sight : 
 
 Yet, O ! by faith I see 
 The land of rest, the saints' delight, 
 
 The heaven prepar'd for me. 
 
 O what a blessed hope is ours, 
 While here on earth we stay ! 
 
HYMN 104. 151 
 
 We more than taste the heavenly powers, 
 
 And antedate that day : 
 We feel the resurrctinn near. 
 
 Our life in Christ conceal'd. 
 And with his glorinu3 presence here 
 
 Our earthen vessels fill d. 
 
 3 O would he more of heav'n bestow! 
 
 And let the vessels break ; 
 And let our ransom'd spirits go, 
 
 To grasp the God we seek ; 
 In rapt'rous awe on him to gaze, 
 
 Who bought the sight for me f 
 And shout and wonder at his grace 
 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 HYMN 104.— P. ML. 
 
 1 Vain, delusive world, adieu, 
 
 With all of creature-good ; 
 Only Jesus I pursue, 
 
 Who bought me with his blood ! 
 All thy pleasures I forego, 
 
 I trample on thy wealth and pride t 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified ! 
 
 2 Other knowledge I disdain, 
 
 'Tis all but vanity : 
 Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain, 
 
 He tasted death for me ! 
 Me to save from endless wo 
 
 The sin-atoning victim died ! 
 
152 HYMN 105. 
 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 And Jesus crucified ! 
 
 3 Here will I set up my rest ; 
 
 My fluctuating heart 
 From the haven of his breast 
 
 Shall never more depart: 
 Whither should a sinner go? 
 
 His wounds for me stand open wide . 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified ! 
 
 4 Him to know is life and peace, 
 
 And pleasure without end; 
 This is all my happiness 
 
 On Jesus to depend ; 
 Daily in his grace to grow, 
 
 And ever in his faith abide ; 
 Only Jesus will 1 know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified ! 
 
 5 O that I could all invite, 
 
 This saving truth to prove : 
 Show the length, the breadth, and height, 
 
 And depth of Jesus' love ! 
 Fain I would to sinners show 
 
 The blood by faith alone applied ' 
 Only Jesus will I know, 
 
 And Jesus crucified ! 
 
 HYMN 105.— L. M. 
 
 1 Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone, 
 He whom I fix my hopes upon : 
 
HYMN 106. 153 
 
 His track I see, and I'll pursue 
 The narrow way, till him I view; 
 
 2 The way the holy prophets went, 
 The road that leads from banishment ; 
 The King's highway of holiness, 
 
 I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 
 
 3 This is the way I long have sought, 
 And mourn'd because I found it not; 
 My grief a burden long has been, 
 Because I was not sav'd from sin. 
 
 4 The more I strove against its pow'r, 
 I felt its weight and guilt the more , 
 Till late I heard my Saviour say, 
 
 " Come hither, soul, 1 am the way." 
 
 5 Lo, glad I come ; and thou, blest Lamb, 
 Shalt take me to thee, whose I am; 
 Nothing but sin I thee can give, 
 Nothing but love shall I receive. 
 
 6 Then will I tell to sinners round, 
 What a dear Saviour I have found , 
 I'll point to tny redeeming blood, 
 And say, " Behold the way to God !" 
 
 HYMN 106.— P. M. 
 
 1 Come on, my partners in distress, 
 My comrades through the wilderness, 
 
 Who still your bodies feel ; 
 Awhile forget your griefs and feara, 
 
154 HYMN 107. 
 
 And look beyond this vale of tears, 
 To that celestial hill. 
 
 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, 
 Look forward to that heav'nly place, 
 
 The saints' secure abode : 
 On fiith's strong eagle-pinions rise, 
 And force your passage to the skies, 
 
 And scale the mount of God. 
 
 3 Who surfer with our Master here, 
 We shall before his face appear, 
 
 And by his side sit down : 
 To patient faith the prize is sure ; 
 And all that to the end endure 
 
 The cross, shall wear the crown. 
 
 4 Thrice blessed bliss, inspiring hope, 
 It lifts the fainting spirits up ; 
 
 It brings to life the dead ! 
 Our conflicts here shall soon be past, 
 And you and I ascend at last 
 
 Triumphant with our Head. 
 
 5 That great mysterious Deity 
 We soon with op°n face shall see ; 
 
 The beatific sight 
 Shall fill the heav'nly courts with praise, 
 And wide diffuse the golden blaze 
 
 Of everlasting light. 
 
 HYMN 107.— L. M. 
 
 1 He dies, the Friend of sinners dies ! 
 Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around 
 
HYMN 108. 155 
 
 A solemn darkness veils the skies ! 
 
 A sudden trembling shakes the ground ' 
 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. 
 
 2 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 
 
 (In vain the tomb forbids his rise); 
 Cherubic legions guard him home, 
 
 And shout him welcome to the skies. 
 
 3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell, 
 
 How high your great Deliv'rer reigns, 
 Sing how ne spoil'd the hosts of hell, 
 
 And led the monster Death in chains ! 
 Say, '* Live forever, wondrous King ! 
 
 Born to redeem, and strong to save t" 
 Then ask the monster — " Where's thy sting ? 
 And where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave ?■' 
 
 HYMN 108.— P. M. 
 
 Convinced of Backsliding. 
 
 1 How happy are they 
 
 Who the Saviour obey, t 
 
 And have laid up their treasure above 
 Tongue cannot express 
 
156 HYMN 108. 
 
 The sweet comfort and peace 
 Of a soul in its earliest love ! 
 
 2 That comfort was mine, 
 When the favour divine 
 
 I first found in the blood of the Lamb: 
 When my heart it believ'd, 
 What a joy I receiv'd, 
 
 What a heaven in Jesus's name I 
 
 3 'Twas a heaven below, 
 My Redeemer to know ," 
 
 The angels could do nothing more 
 
 Than fall at his feet, 
 
 And the story repeat, 
 And the Lover of sinners adore. 
 
 4^Jesus all the day long 
 Was my joy and my song ; 
 
 O that all his salvation might see ! 
 He hath lov'd me, I cried, 
 He hath sufFer'd and died, 
 
 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 I ever should suffer again. 
 
 6 I rode o® the sky, 
 Freely justified I, 
 
 Nor envied Elijah his seat ; 
 
HYMN 109. 157 
 
 My soul mounted higher, 
 In a chariot of fire, 
 And the moon it was under my feet 
 
 7 ! the rapturous height 
 
 Of that holy delight, 
 Which I felt in the life-giving blood ' 
 
 Of my Saviour possess'd 
 
 I was perfectly blest, 
 As if filled with the fulness of God 
 
 HYMN 109.— S. M. 
 
 1 And let our bodies part, 
 
 To diff'rent climes repair; 
 Inseparably join'd in heart 
 The friends of Jesus are ! 
 
 2 Jesus, the corner-stone, 
 
 Did first our hearts unite ! 
 And still he keeps our spirits one, 
 Who walk with him in white. 
 
 3 O let us still proceed 
 
 In Jesus' work below'; 
 And foirvving our triumphant Head, 
 To farther conquests go. 
 
 4 The vineyard of the Lord 
 
 Before his labourers lies; 
 And lo ! we see the vast reward, 
 Which waits us in the skies. 1 
 
 5 O let our heart and mind 
 
 Continually ascend, 
 
158 HYMN 110. 
 
 That haven of repose to find, 
 Where all our labours end ! 
 
 6 Where all our toils are o'er, 
 Our suff'ring and our pain! 
 Who meet on that eternal shore 
 Shall never part again. 
 
 HYMN 110.— P. M. 
 
 1 Lo ! he comes with clouds descending, 
 
 Once for favour' d sinners slain ! 
 Thousand thousand saints attending, 
 
 Swell the triumph of his train ; 
 Hallelujah ! 
 God appears with man to reign. 
 
 2 Ev'ry eye shall now behold him, 
 
 Rob'd in dreadful majesty ! 
 Those wha set at nought and sold him, 
 Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree, 
 
 Deeply wailing, 
 Shall the true Messiah see. 
 
 3 The dear tokens of his passion 
 
 Still his dazzling body bears; 
 Cause of endless exultation 
 
 To his ransom'd worshippers; 
 With what rapture 
 Gaze we on those glorious scars ! 
 
 4 Yea. Amen ! let all adore thee, 
 
 High on thine eternal throne ! 
 Saviour, take the pow'r and glory, 
 
HYMN 111. 159 
 
 Claim the kingdom for thine own : 
 Jah ! Jehovah ! 
 Everlasting God, come down ! 
 
 HYMN111.-S.M. 
 
 1 And must this body die, 
 
 This well-wrought frame decay r 
 And must these active limbs of mine 
 Lie mould'ring in the clay? 
 
 2 Corruption, earth, and worms, 
 
 Shall but refine this flesh, 
 Till my triumphant spirit comes 
 To put it on afresh. 
 
 3 God my Redeemer lives, 
 
 And ever from the skies 
 Looks down and watches all my dust, 
 Till he shall bid it rise. 
 
 4 Array 'd in glorious grace 
 
 Shall these vile bodies shine, 
 And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face, 
 Be heavenly and divine. 
 
 5 These lively hopes we owe, 
 
 Lord, to thy dying love; 
 O may we bless thy grace below, 
 And sing thy grace above. 
 
 6 Saviour, accept the praise 
 
 Of these our humble songs, 
 Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise 
 With our immortal tongues. 
 
160 HYMN 112. 
 
 HYMN 112.— P.M. 
 
 1 Arise, my soul, arise, 
 
 Shake off thy guilty fears; 
 The bleeding Sacrifice 
 
 In my behalf appears; 
 Before the throne my surety stands ; 
 My name is written on his hands. 
 
 2 He ever lives above, 
 
 For me to intercede ; 
 His all-redeeming love, 
 
 His precious blood to plead ; 
 His blood aton'd for all our race, 
 And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 
 
 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, 
 
 Receiv'd on Calvary : 
 They pour effectual pray'rs, 
 
 They strongly speak for me ; 
 Forgive him, O forgive, they cry, 
 Nor let that ransom'd sinner die. 
 
 4 The Father hears him pray, 
 
 His dear anointed One ; 
 He cannot turn away 
 
 The presence of his Son : 
 His Spiiit answers to the blood, 
 And tells me I am born of God. 
 
 5 My God is reconcil'd, 
 
 His pard'ning voice I hear; 
 He owns me for his child ; 
 I can no longer fear : 
 
HYMN 113. 161 
 
 With confidence I now draw nigh, 
 And Father, Abba Father ! cry. 
 
 HYMN 113.— C. M. 
 
 And let this feeble body fail, 
 
 And let it faint or die ; 
 My soul shall quit the mournful vale, 
 
 And soar to worlds on high ; 
 Shall join the disembodied 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, 
 
 1 now the cross sustain ; 
 And gladly wander up and down, 
 
 And smile at toil and pain : 
 I surfer 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 ravish'd eyes, 
 Rivers of life divine I see, 
 
 And trees of paradise ! 
 1 see a world of spirits bright, 
 
 Who taste the pleasures there ; 
 They all are rob'd in spotless white, 
 
 And conq'ring palms they bear. 
 
162 HYMN 114. 
 
 4 O what are all my suff 'rings 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 them all again 
 
 In that eternal day. 
 
 HYMN 114.— L. M. 
 
 1 Life is the time to serve the Lord, 
 The time t' insure the great reward ; 
 And while the lamp holds out to burn, 
 The vilest sinner may return. 
 
 2 Life is the hour that God hath giv'n 
 To 'scape from sin and fly to heav'n ; 
 The day of grace, when mortals may 
 Secure the blessings of the day. 
 
 3 The living know that they must die ; 
 Beneath the clods their dust must lie ; 
 They'll have no share in all that 's done 
 Beneath the circle of the sun. 
 
 4 Then what my thoughts design to do, 
 My hands, with all your might, pursue; 
 Since no device nor work is found, 
 Nor faith nor hope beneath the ground. 
 
 C There are no acts of pardon pass'd 
 In the cold grave to which we haste , 
 
HYMN 116. 163 
 
 O may we all improve the grace, 
 And see with joy thy glorious face 
 
 HYMN 115.— L. M. 
 
 Thou shalt make thy prayer unto him, and he 
 shall hear thee. Job xxii. 27. 
 
 1 Pray'r is appointed to convey 
 
 The blessings God designs to give : 
 Long as they live should Christians pray . 
 They learn to pray when first they live. 
 
 2 If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress, 
 
 If cares distract, or fears dismay ; 
 If guilt deject ; if sin distress ; 
 
 fn ev'ry case, still watch and pray. 
 
 3 'Tis pray'r supports the soul that's weak : 
 
 Though thoughtbe broken, language lame, 
 Pray, if thou canst, or canst not, speak • 
 But pray with faith in Jesus' name. 
 
 4 Depend on him ; thou canst not fail , 
 
 Make all thy wants and wishes known j 
 Fear not ; his merits must prevail : 
 Ask but in faith, it shall be done. 
 
 HYMN 116.— CM. 
 
 That at the name of Jesus every knee should 
 
 bow. Heb. ii. 10. 
 1 Jesus, the name to sinners dear, 
 The name to pinners ffiv'n ! 
 
164 HYMN 117. 
 
 It scatters all their guilty fear ; 
 It turns their hell to heav'n. 
 
 2 that the world might taste and see 
 
 The riches of his grace ! 
 The arms of love that compass me, 
 Would all mankind embrace. 
 
 3 His only righteousness I show, 
 
 His loving truth proclaim : 
 'Tis all my business here below, 
 To cry, " Behold the Lamb !" 
 
 4 Happy, if with my latest breath 
 
 I may but gasp his name ! 
 Preach him to all, and cry in death, 
 Behold ! behold the Lamb ! 
 
 HYMN 117.— L. P. M. 
 
 And in his law doth he meditate day and night. 
 Psalm i. 2. 
 
 1 How happy, gracious Lord, are we ! 
 Divinely drawn to follow thee, 
 
 Whose hours divided are 
 Betwixt the mount and multitude : 
 Our day is spent in doing good, 
 
 Our night in praise and pray'r. 
 
 2 With us no melancholy void, 
 No moment lingers unemploy'd 
 
 Or unimprov'd below : 
 Our weariness of life is gone, 
 
HYMN 118. 165 
 
 Who live to serve our God alone, 
 And only thee to know. 
 
 The winter's night, and summer's day, 
 Glide imperceptibly away, 
 
 Too short to sing thy praise ; 
 Too few we find the happy hours, 
 And haste to join those heav'nly pow'rs, 
 
 In everlasting lays. 
 
 With all who chant thy name on high, 
 And holy, holy, holy cry, 
 
 A bright, harmonious throng, 
 We long thy praises to repeat, 
 And ceaseless sing around thy seat, 
 
 The new, eternal song. 
 
 HYMN 118.— P. M. 
 
 1 Away with our sorrow and fear, 
 
 We soon shall recover our home ; 
 The city of saints shall appear, 
 
 The day of eternity come : 
 From earth we shall quickly remove, 
 
 And mount to our native abode, 
 The house of our Father above, 
 
 The palace of angels and God. 
 
 2 Our mourning is all at an end 
 
 When, rais'd by the life-giving word, 
 We see the new city descend, 
 
 Adorn'd as a bride for her Lord : 
 The city so holy and clean, 
 
 No sorrow can breathe in the air, 
 
66 HYMN 119. 
 
 No gloom of affliction or sin, 
 No shadow of evil is there ! 
 
 3 By faith we already behold 
 
 That lovely Jerusalem near : 
 Her walls are of jasper and gold, 
 
 As crystal, her buildings are clear : 
 Immovably founded in grace, 
 
 She stands, as she ever hath stood ! 
 And brightly her builder displays, 
 
 And shines with the glory of God. 
 
 HYMN 119.— P. M. 
 
 1 Come, all ye pilgrims of the Lord, 
 
 Whose hearts are join'd in one ; 
 Hold up your hands with courage bold, 
 
 Your race is almost run ; 
 Above the clouds behold him stand, 
 
 And smiling bid you come ; 
 Whilst angels beckon you away, 
 
 To your eternal home. 
 
 2 To see a pilgrim as he dies, 
 
 With glory in his view ; 
 To heaven he lifts his longing eyes, 
 
 And bids the world adieu ; 
 While friends stand weeping all around, 
 
 And loath to let him go, 
 He shouts with his expiring breath, 
 
 And leaves them all below. 
 
 3 O, Christians, are you ready now, 
 
 To cross the narrow flood ? 
 
HYMN 120. 167 
 
 On Canaan's happy shore behold, 
 
 And see a smiling God ! 
 The dazzling charms of that bright world, 
 
 Attract my soul above ; 
 My tongue shall shout redeeming grace, 
 
 When perfected in love. 
 
 4 Go on, my brethren in the Lord, 
 
 I'm bound to meet you there ; 
 Tho' you're to walk th' enchanted ground, 
 
 Hold out, and do not fear. 
 Fight on, fight on, ye conq'ring souls, 
 
 The land keep still in view ; 
 And when you reach fair Canaan's shore, 
 
 I hope to meet with you. 
 
 HYMN 120.— L. M. 
 
 1 The people called Christians, how many 
 
 things they tell, 
 
 About the land of Canaan, where saints and 
 angels dwell ; 
 
 But sin, that dreadful ocean, encloses them 
 around, 
 
 With its tides still divides them from Ca- 
 naan's happy ground. 
 
 2 Thousands have been impatient to find a 
 
 passage through, 
 And with united wisdom, have tried what they 
 could do ; 
 
168 HYMN 120. 
 
 But vessels built by human skill have never 
 
 sailed far, 
 'Till we've found them aground on some 
 
 dreadful ssfndy bar. 
 
 3 The everlasting gospel has launched the 
 
 deep at last ; 
 
 Behold her sails extended around her tower- 
 ing mast ; 
 
 Along the deck in order, the joyful sailors 
 stand, 
 
 Crying, Ho, here we go to Immanuel's happy 
 land. 
 
 4 The passengers united, in order, peace and 
 
 love, 
 
 The wind's all in our favour, how sweetly 
 we do move ! 
 
 Let tempests now assail us and raging bil- 
 lows roar, 
 
 We will sweep through the deep till we reach 
 fair Canaan's shore. 
 
 5 To those who stand spectators what anguish 
 
 must ensue, 
 To see their old companions bid them a long 
 
 adieu ! 
 The pleasures of your paradise no longer can 
 
 invite, 
 Here we sail, you may rail, but we'll soon 
 
 be out of sight. 
 
 6 We are now on the wide ocean, we bid the 
 
 world farewell, 
 
HYMN 121. 169 
 
 And where we shall cast anchor, no human 
 
 tongue can tell ; 
 About our future destiny there need be no 
 
 debate, 
 While we ride on the tide, with our captain 
 
 and his mate. 
 
 7 The peaceful port we'll enter, though 
 
 tow'ring billows roar, 
 And join with saints and angels our Saviour 
 
 to adore ; 
 The Captain of salvation will bring us safe 
 
 to land 
 In the gospel ship, O glory ! to join the heav 
 
 enly band. 
 
 HYMN 121.— L,. M. 
 
 The Christian Soldier. 
 
 1 A soldier, Lord, thou hast me 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 our conquering Lord, 
 The Christian soldier's standard is, 
 And I will fight for King Jesus. 
 
 2 Thou art my Lord ; keep me, I pray, 
 That I may run the heavenly way ! 
 Nor from my duty e'er depart, 
 
 But live to Christ with all my heart. 
 
170 HYMN 122 
 
 Help me to walk in humbleness, 
 March in the way of holiness, 
 O make me pure and spotless too, 
 And fit to stand the grand review ; 
 
 3 That when our General shall come, 
 With sound of trumpet, not of drum, 
 
 'Tis then our well dress' d ranks shall stand 
 In full review at God's right hand, 
 And when our foes shall get the rout, 
 And Jesus wheels them left about, 
 Then we'll march up the heavenly street, 
 And ground our arms at Jesus' feet. 
 
 4 The war is o'er, and we are free 
 To join the blood-wash'd company j 
 Our wages shall be harps of gold 
 
 And joys of heaven which can't be told. 
 There we shall drink full draughts of wine, 
 The band of music we shall join ; 
 And hallelujah's highest key 
 Shall be our theme eternally. 
 
 HYMN 122— P. M. 
 
 1 Death, he is the king of terrors, 
 
 And a terror unto kings ; 
 Oft he fills our minds with horrors, 
 
 Telling us of frightful things ; 
 Lands, of darkness, shades of silence, 
 
 Gloomy vaults where pris'ners lie : 
 How many thousands he has conquer'd ! 
 
 We, alas, must shortly die ! 
 
HYMN 122. 171 
 
 2 " See, weak man, how unexpected, 
 In my chariot forth I ride ! 
 
 Fierce convulsions, pains and fevers, 
 
 Are the weapons by my side : 
 Kingdoms, countries, or their cities, 
 
 Kings, their councils, or their slaves, 
 None of these mine eyes have pitied ; 
 
 Quick I bring them to their graves. 
 
 3 " See them lie without distinction ! 
 Thus I boast my thousands slain ; 
 
 Nor can reason's comprehension 
 
 E'er behold them rise again." 
 Stop, oh Death ! don't boast of vict'ry ; 
 
 Stop and hear what faith can say ; 
 Our blessed Jesus, glorious Saviour ! 
 
 Was entomb'd near Calvary. 
 
 4 See him rising ! bear him triumph ! 
 " I, oh Death ! have conquer'd you ; 
 
 Though thy looks are so dismaying 
 To my saints, I'll bring them through. 
 
 This gives cause for all believers 
 To rejoice in Christ their King ; 
 
 Death's no more than a dark curtain, 
 Drawn to let my saints come in. 
 
 5 " There the wicked cease from troubling, 
 There the weary are at rest ; 
 
 There my saints do cease from sufF'ring, 
 
 There they are divinely blest ; 
 Free from sin, and free from sorrow, 
 
 Free from sickness, care and pain ; 
 
172 ' HYMN 123 
 
 No gloomy thoughts, or dismal horrors, 
 E'er shall frighten them again." 
 
 6 Thus the saints in holy triumph 
 
 May rejoice in Christ their King, 
 Ask the grave. " Where is thy vict'ry ? 
 
 Boasting Death ! where is thy sting?" 
 Rcdeem'd and pardon'd through the Saviour, 
 
 Though the grave my flesh annoy, 
 Death's but the gate to endless glory, 
 
 Gate to everlasting joy. 
 
 HYMN 123.— P. M. 
 
 1 While shepherds in Jewry were guarding 
 
 their sheep, 
 Promiscuously seated, estranged from sleep, 
 An angel from heaven presented to view, 
 And thus he accosted the trembling few : 
 "Dispel 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 ye sustain'd by the Devil and Eve : 
 Trlen 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 wonderful stranger, this friend to man- 
 
 kind; 
 
HYMN 124. 173 
 
 A manger his cradle, the stall his abode, 
 The oxen are near him, beholding your God : 
 Then shepherds be humble, be meek, and lie 
 
 low, 
 For Jesus your Saviour's abundantly so." 
 
 4 This wonderful story no sooner was heard, 
 Than thousands of angels from glory appear'd ; 
 They join'd in a concert, and this was their 
 
 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 the celestial fire." 
 
 5 " Hosanna," the angels in ecstasy cried ; 
 
 " Hosanna," the wondering shepherds replied: 
 " Salvation, redemption, all centred 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 his humble abode." 
 
 HYMN 124.— P. M. 
 
 Trusting in Grace and Providence. 
 
 1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the 
 
 Lord, 
 Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! 
 What more can he say than to you he hath 
 
 said, 
 You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled ? 
 
174 HYMN 124. 
 
 2 In ev'ry condition, in sickness and health, 
 In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth ; 
 At home or abroad, on the land, on the sea, 
 
 " As thy days may demand shall thy strength 
 ever be. 
 
 3 " Fear not, I am with thee, oh be not dis- 
 
 may'd ! 
 I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; 
 I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee 
 
 to stand, 
 Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 
 
 4 " When through the deep waters I call thee 
 
 to go, 
 The rivers of wo shall not thee overflow ; 
 For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, 
 And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 
 
 5 " When through fiery trials thy pathway 
 
 shall lie, 
 My grace all sufficient shall be thy supply ; 
 The flame shall not hurt thee ; 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 sov'reign, eternal, "unchangeable love ; 
 And when hoary hairs shall their temples 
 
 adorn, 
 Like lambs they shall still on my bosom *be 
 
 borne. 
 
HYMN 125. 175 
 
 7 " The soul that on Jesus doth lean for re- 
 pose, 
 
 J will not, I will not, desert to his foes ; 
 
 That soul, though all hell should endeavour 
 to shake, 
 
 ril never, no never, no never forsake." 
 
 HYMN 125.— P. M. 
 
 1 Lord, we come before thee now, 
 At thy feet we humbly bow ; 
 
 O ! do not our suit disdain ; 
 
 Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ? 
 
 2 Lord, on thee our souls depend ; 
 In compassion now descend, 
 
 Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, 
 Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 
 
 3 In thine own appointed way, 
 Now we seek thee, here we stay ; 
 Lord, we know not how to go, 
 Till a blessing thou bestow. 
 
 4 Send some message from thy word, 
 That may joy and peace, afford ; 
 Let thy Spirit now impart 
 
 Full salvation to each heart. 
 
 5 Comfort those who weep and mourn, 
 Let the time of joy return ; 
 
 Those that are cast down, lift up ; 
 Make them strong in faith and hope. 
 
 6 Grant that all may seek, and find 
 Thee a gracious God. and kind ; 
 
176 HYMN 12G. 
 
 Heal the sick, the captive free 
 Let us all rejoice in thee. 
 
 HYMN 126.— P. M. 
 
 1 How tedious and tasteless the hours, 
 
 When Jesus no longer I see ; 
 Sweet prospects, sweet birds and sweet 
 flow'rs, 
 
 Have all lost their sweetness to me ! 
 The midsummer sun shines but dim, 
 
 The fields strive in vain to look gay ; 
 But when I am happy in him, 
 
 December's as pleasant as May. 
 
 2 His name yields the richest perfume, 
 
 And sweeter than music his voice ; 
 His presence disperses my gloom, 
 
 And makes all within me rejoice : 
 I should, were he always thus nigh, 
 
 Having nothing to wish or to fear ; 
 No mortal so happy as I, 
 
 My summer would last all the year. 
 
 3 Content with beholding his face, 
 
 My all to his pleasure resign'd, 
 No changes or season or place 
 
 Would make any change in my mind j 
 While bless'd with a sense of his love 
 
 A palace a toy would appear ; 
 And prisons would palaces prove, 
 
 If Jesus would dwell with me there. 
 
HYMN 127. 177 
 
 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, 
 
 If thou art my sun and my song, 
 Say, why do I languish and pine ? 
 
 And why are my winters so long? 
 O drive these dark clouds from my sky, 
 
 Thy soul-cheering presence restore : 
 Or take me to thee up on high, 
 
 Where winter and clouds are no more. 
 
 HYMN 127— C. M. 
 
 1 When all the mercies of my God, 
 
 My rising soul surveys, 
 Why, my cold heart, art thou not lost 
 In wonder, love, and praise ? 
 
 2 To all my weak complaints and cries 
 
 Thy mercy lent an ear, 
 Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd 
 To form themselves in pray'r. 
 
 3 Unnumber'd comforts on my soul 
 
 Thy tender care bestow'd, 
 Before my infant heart conceiv'd 
 From whom those comforts flow'd 
 
 4 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth, 
 
 With heedless steps I ran, 
 Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, 
 And led me up to man. 
 
 5 Through ev'ry period of my life, 
 
 Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 
 
178 HYMN 128. 
 
 And after death, in distant worlds r 
 The pleasing theme renew. 
 
 6 Through all eternity, to thee, 
 A grateful song I'll raise ; 
 But O ! eternity's too short 
 To utter all thy praise. 
 
 HYMN 128.— P. M. 
 
 1 Though troubles assail, and dangers af- 
 
 fright, 
 
 Though friends should all fail, and foes all 
 unite, 
 
 Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide ; 
 
 The promise assures us, The Lord will pro- 
 vide. 
 
 2 The birds, without barn or storehouse, are 
 
 fed: 
 
 From them let us learn to trust for our 
 bread ; 
 
 His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be de- 
 nied, 
 
 So long as it's written, The Lord will pro- 
 vide. 
 
 3 We all may, like ships, by tempests be tost 
 On perilous deeps, but need not be lost : 
 Though Satan enrages the wind and the 
 
 tide, 
 Yet Scripture engages, The Lord will pro- 
 vide. 
 
HYMN 128. 179 
 
 4 His call we obey, like Abra'm of old : 
 We know not the way, but faith makes u 
 
 bold; 
 For though we are strangers, we have a 
 
 sure guide, 
 And trust in all dangers, The Lord will 
 
 provide. 
 
 5 When i Satan appears to stop up our path, 
 And fill us with fears, we triumph by 
 
 faith : ' 
 
 He cannot take from us (though oft he has 
 
 tried) 
 The heart-cheering promise, The Lord will 
 
 provide. 
 
 6 He tells us we're weak, our hope is in 
 
 vain, 
 
 The good that we seek we ne'er shall ob- 
 tain : 
 
 But when such suggestions our graces have 
 tried, 
 
 This answers all questions, The Lord will 
 provide. 
 
 7 No strength of our own nor goodness we 
 
 , claim ; 
 Our trust is all thrown on Jesus's name j 
 In this our strong tower for safety we hide : 
 The Lord is our power, The Lord will 
 
 provide. 
 
180 HYMN 129. 
 
 8 When life sinks apace, and death is in 
 
 View, 
 The word of his grace shall comfort us 
 
 through : 
 Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on 
 
 our side, 
 We hope to die shouting, The Lord will 
 
 provide. 
 
 HYMN 129.— P. M. 
 
 1 O glorious hope of perfect love ! 
 It lifts me up to things above ! 
 
 It bears on eagles' wings ; 
 It gives my ravish'd soul to taste, 
 And makes me for some moments feast 
 
 With Jesus' priests and kings. 
 
 2 The things eternal I pursue ; 
 A happiness beyond the view 
 
 Of those that basely pant 
 For things by nature felt and seen ; 
 Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean, 
 
 I neither have nor want. 
 
 3 Nothing on earth I call my own : 
 A stranger to the world, unknown, 
 
 I all their goods despise : 
 I trample on their whole delight, 
 And seek a city out of sight, 
 
 A city in the skies. 
 
 4 There is my house and portion fair, 
 My treasure and my heart is there, 
 
HYMN 130. 18J 
 
 And my abiding home : 
 For me my elder brethren stay, 
 And angels beckon me away, 
 
 And Jesus bids me come ! 
 
 5 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies, 
 I come to meet thee in the skies, 
 
 And claim my heav'nly rest : 
 Now let the pilgrim's journey end, 
 Now, O my Saviour, brother, friend, 
 
 Receive me to thy breast ! 
 
 HYMN 130.— P. M. 
 
 1 Thou God of glorious majesty, 
 To thee, against myself, to thee, 
 
 A worm of earth, 1 cry ; 
 A half-awaken'd child of man, 
 An heir of endless bliss or pain, 
 
 A sinner born to die ! 
 
 2 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 
 Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand 
 
 Secure, insensible ; 
 A point of time, a moment's space, 
 Removes me to that heavenly place, 
 
 Or shuts me up in hell. 
 
 3 O God, mine inmost soul convert, 
 And deeply on my thoughtful heart, 
 
 Eternal things impress ; 
 Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
 
182 HYMN 131. 
 
 And tremble on the brink of fate, 
 And wake to righteousness ! 
 
 4 Before me place, in dread array, 
 The pomp of that tremendous day, 
 
 When thou with clouds shalt come 
 To judge the nations at thy bar: 
 And tell me, Lord, shall I be there 
 
 To meet a joyful doom ? 
 
 5 Be this my one great business here, 
 With serious industry and fear, 
 
 Eternal bliss t' insure ; 
 Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 
 And suffer all thy righteous will, 
 
 And to the end endure. 
 
 6 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, 
 Transported from this vale to live 
 
 And reign with thee above ! 
 Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, 
 And hope, in full, supreme delight, 
 
 And everlasting love. 
 
 HYMN 131.— P. M. 
 
 1 And am I only born to die ? 
 And must I suddenly comply 
 
 With nature's stern decree ? 
 What after death for me remains ? 
 Celestial joys, or hellish pains, 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
HYMN 132. 183 
 
 2 How then ought I on earth to live, 
 While God prolongs the kind reprieve, 
 
 And props the house of clay ? 
 My sole concern, my single care, 
 To watch, and tremble, and prepare 
 
 Against that fatal day ! 
 
 3 Nothing is worth a thought beneath, 
 But how I may escape the death 
 
 That never, never dies ! 
 How make my own election sure, 
 And when I fail on earth, secure 
 
 A mansion in the skies. 
 
 4 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray; 
 
 Be thou my guide, be thou my way 
 
 To glorious happiness ! 
 Ah ! write the pardon on my heart ! 
 And whensoe'er I hence depart, 
 
 Let me depart in peace ! 
 
 HYMN 132.— S. M. 
 
 Morning. 
 
 1 We lift our hearts to thee, 
 O Day-Star from on high ! 
 The sun itself is but thy shade, 
 Yet cheers both earth and sky. 
 
 JJ O may no gloomy crime 
 Pollute the rising day ! 
 May Jesus' blood, like evening dew* 
 Wash all our stains away ! 
 
184 HYMN 133. 
 
 3 May we this life improve, 
 
 To mourn for errors past ; 
 And live this short revolving day, 
 As if it were our last. 
 
 4 To God, the Father, Son, 
 
 And Spirit, one in three, 
 Be glory, as it was, is now, 
 And shall forever be. 
 
 HYMN 133.—C. M. 
 
 1 I'm not asham'd to own my Lord, 
 
 Or to defend his cause, 
 Maintain the honour of his word, 
 The glory of his cross. 
 
 2 Jesus, my God ! I know his name, 
 
 His name is all my trust 
 • Nor will he put my soul to shame, 
 Nor let my hope be lost. 
 
 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, 
 
 And he can well secure 
 What I've committed to his. hands, 
 'Till the decisive hour. 
 
 4 Then will he own my humble name 
 
 Before his Father's face ; 
 
 And in the new Jerusalem 
 
 Appoint my soul a place. 
 
HYMN 135. 185 
 
 HYMN 134.— S. M. 
 
 " Upon the first day of the week, very early in 
 the morning" 
 
 1 Welcome, sweet day of rest, 
 That saw the Lord arise ; 
 Welcome to this reviving breast, 
 And these rejoicing eyes ! 
 
 ?, The King himself comes near, 
 And feasts his saints to-day ; 
 Here we may sit and see him here, 
 And love, and praise, and pray. 
 
 3 One day in such a place, 
 
 Where thou, my God, art seen, 
 Is sweeter than ten thousand days, 
 That's spent in guilt and sin. 
 
 4 My willing soul would stay 
 
 In such a frame as this, 
 And sit and sing herself away, 
 To everlasting bliss. 
 
 HYMN 135.— P. M. 
 
 1 Hark ! listen to the trumpeters ! 
 
 They sound for volunteers ! 
 On Zion's bright and flow'ry mount 
 
 Behold the officers — 
 Their horses white, their garments bright 
 
 With crown and bow they stand. 
 
186 HYMN 136. 
 
 Enlisting soldiers for their King, 
 To march for Canaan's land. 
 
 2 It sets my heart all in a flame ; 
 A soldier I will be; 
 
 1 will enlist, gird on my arms, 
 
 And fight for liberty. 
 They want no cowards in their band 
 
 (They will their colours fly), 
 But call for valiant-hearted men, 
 
 Who 're not afraid to die. 
 
 3 The armies now are in 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,- 
 
 King Jesus is his name. 
 
 4 The trumpet sounds, the armies shout, 
 And drive the hosts of hell ; 
 
 How dreadful is our God in arms ! 
 
 The great Immanuel ! 
 Sinners, enlist with Jesus Christ, 
 
 Th' eternal Son of God, 
 And march with us to Canaan's land, 
 
 Beyond the swelling flood. 
 
 HYMN 136.— 7. 6. 
 
 Missionary Hymn. 
 I From Greenland's icy mountains, 
 From India's coral strand ; 
 
HYMN 136. 187 
 
 Where Afric's sunny fountains 
 Roll down their golden sand ; 
 
 From many an ancient river, 
 From many a palmy plain, 
 
 They call us to deliver 
 
 Their land from error's chain. 
 
 2 What though the spicy breezes 
 
 Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, 
 Though every prospect pleases, 
 
 And only man is vile ; 
 In vain with lavish kindness 
 
 The gifts of God are strovvn ; 
 The heathen, in his blindness, 
 
 Bows down to wood and stone. 
 
 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 
 
 With wisdom from on high, 
 Shall we to men benighted 
 
 The lamp of life deny ? 
 Salvation ! O, salvation ! 
 
 The joyful sound proclaim, 
 Till earth's remotest nation 
 
 Has learn'd Messiah's name. 
 
 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 
 
 And you, ye waters, roll, 
 Till, like a sea of glory, 
 
 It spreads from pole to pole ; 
 Till o'er our ransom'd nature, 
 m The Lamb for sinners slain, 
 Redeemer, King, Creator, 
 
 In bliss returns to re iff n. 
 
188 HYMN 137. 
 
 HYMN 137.— lis. 
 
 " 1 icould not live alway." — Job. 
 
 1 I would not live alway : I ask not to stay, 
 Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the 
 
 way; 
 The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, 
 Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its 
 
 cheer. 
 
 2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin ; 
 Temptation without, and corruption within ; 
 E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with 
 
 fears, 
 And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent 
 tears. 
 
 3 I would not live alway ; no— welcome the 
 
 tomb ; 
 Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its 
 
 gloom : 
 There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise 
 To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 
 
 4 Who, who would live alway, away from 
 
 his God ; 
 Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
 Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the 
 
 bright plains, 
 And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ; 
 
 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony 
 
 meet, 
 Their Saviour and brethren transported to 
 greet ; 
 
HYMN 138. 18a 
 
 While the anthems, of rapture unceasingly 
 
 roll, 
 And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the 
 
 soul ! 
 
 HYMN 138.— 8. 7. 
 
 Bartimeus. 
 
 1 " Mercy, O thou Son of David !" 
 
 Thus the blind Bartimeus pray'd ; 
 u Others by thy word are saved, 
 Now to me afford thine aid." 
 
 2 Many for his crying chid him, 
 
 But he call'd the louder still ; 
 Till the gracious Saviour bid him, 
 " Come and ask me what you will.' 
 
 3 Money was not what he wanted, 
 
 Though by begging used to live ; 
 But he ask'd, and Jesus granted 
 
 Alms which none but he could give. 
 
 4 " Lord, remove this grievous blindness ; 
 
 Let my eyes behold the day !" 
 Straight he saw, and, won by kindness, 
 Follow'd Jesus in the way. 
 
 5 Now, methinks, I hear him praising, 
 
 Publishing to all around ; 
 " Friends, is not my case amazing ? 
 What a Saviour 1 have found ! 
 
 6 " Oh ! that all the blind but knew him, 
 
 And' would be advised by me ! 
 Surely they would hasten to him ; 
 He would cause them all to see." 
 
190 HYMN 139. 
 
 HYMN 139. 
 
 The Saint's Siceet Home. 
 
 1 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature 
 
 complaints, 
 How sweet to my soul is communion with 
 
 saints, 
 To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, 
 And feel in the presence of Jesus at home ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 
 Prepare me ; dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 
 
 2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of 
 
 peace ! 
 And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot 
 
 cease ! 
 Though oft from thy presence in sadness I 
 
 roam, 
 I long to behold thee, in glory, at home. 
 
 3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, 
 Which hinders my joy and communion with 
 
 thee ; 
 Though now my temptations like billows may 
 
 foam, 
 All, all will be peace, when I'm with thee at 
 
 home. 
 
 4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, 
 O give me submission and strength as my 
 
 day; 
 
HYMN 140. 191 
 
 In all my afflictions to thee would I come, 
 Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 
 
 5 Whate'er thou deniest, O give me thy grace. 
 The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy 
 
 face ; 
 Indulge me with patience to wait at thy throne, 
 And find even now a sweet foretaste of home. 
 
 6 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to 
 
 shine, 
 No more as an exile, in sorrow to pine, 
 And in thy dear image arise from the tomb, 
 With glorified millions to praise thee, at 
 
 home. 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 
 Receive me, dear Saviour, in glory, my home 
 
 HYMN 140.—C. M. 
 
 Repentance. 
 
 1 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed ? 
 And did my Sovereign die? 
 Would he devote that sacred head 
 For such a wretch as I ? 
 
 O, the Lamb, the loving Lamb, 
 The Lamb on Calvary ; 
 
 The Lamb that was slain, 
 
 That liveth again, 
 To intercede for me. 
 
92 HYMN 141. 
 
 Was it for crimes, that I have done, 
 He groan'd upon the tree ? — 
 
 Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
 And love beyond degree ! 
 
 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
 
 And shut his glories in, 
 When God, the mighty Maker, died 
 
 For man the creature's sin. 
 
 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 
 While his dear cross appears ; 
 
 Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness, 
 And melt, my eyes, in tears. 
 
 But drops of tears can ne'er repay 
 
 The debt of love I owe ; 
 Here, Lord, I give myself away- 
 
 'Tis all that I can do. 
 
 O the Lamb, &c. 
 
 HYMN 141. • 
 
 The Home of Heaven. 
 
 An alien from God, and a stranger to gra6e, 
 wandered through earth, its gay pleasures 
 
 to trace ; 
 n the pathway of sin I continued to roam, 
 Jnmindful, alas ! that it led me from home. 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 O Saviour ! direct me to heaven, my home. 
 
HYMN 141. 193 
 
 2 The pleasures of earth, I have seen fade 
 
 away, 
 They bloom for a season, but soon they 
 
 decay, 
 But pleasures more lasting, in Jesus are 
 
 given, 
 Salvation on earth, and a mansion in heaven. 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 The saints in those mansions are ever at 
 home. 
 
 3 Allure me no longer, ye false glowing 
 
 charms ! 
 The Saviour invites me, I'll go to his arms; 
 At the banquet of mercy, I hear there is room 
 
 there may I feast with his children at 
 
 home. 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 O Jesus, conduct me to heaven, my home. 
 
 4 Farewell, vain amusements, my follies, 
 
 adieu, 
 While Jesus, and heaven, and glory, I view ; 
 
 1 feast on the pleasures that flow from his 
 
 throne, 
 The foretaste of heaven, sweet heaven, my 
 
 home. 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 O when shall I share the fruition of home 
 
 5 The days of my exile are passing away, 
 The time is approaching when Jesus will say, 
 
 13 
 
194 HYMN 142. 
 
 " Well done, faithful servant ; sit down on my 
 
 throne, 
 And dwell in my presence forever at home." 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 O there I shall rest with the Saviour at 
 home. 4 
 
 C Affliction, and sorrow, and death shall be 
 
 o'er, 
 The saints shall unite to be parted no more ; 
 There loud hallelujahs fill heaven's high dome, 
 They dwell with the Saviour forever at home. 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 They dwell with the Saviour forever at 
 home. 
 
 HYMN 142. 
 
 The JYeio Year. 
 
 1 Come, let us anew 
 Our journey pursue, 
 Roll round with the year. 
 
 And never stand still till the Master appear ! 
 
 His adorable will 
 
 Let us gladly fulfil, 
 
 And our talents improve, 
 By the patience of hope and the labour of love. 
 
 2 Our life as a dream, 
 Our time as a stream, 
 Glides swiftly away, 
 
 And the fugitive moment refuses to stay ; 
 
HYMN 143. 195 
 
 » 
 The arrow is flown, 
 The moment is gone : 
 The millennial year 
 Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here ! 
 
 3 O that each in the day 
 Of his coming may say, 
 " I have fought my way through, 
 I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to 
 do!" 
 O that each from his Lord 
 May receive the glad word, 
 " Well and faithfully done ! 
 Enter into my joy, and sit down on my 
 throne." 
 
 HYMN 143.— P. M. 
 
 1 Hail, ye hosts of seraphs bright ! 
 
 I come to join your symphony, 
 Forever here to take delight 
 
 In your melodious company. 
 My suff 'rings and my toils are o'er, 
 I now have reached the blissful shore, 
 And floods of light begin to roll, 
 And burst upon my ravish'd soul. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 O sound his praise, ye heavenly choir 
 He sav'd us from the burning fire. 
 
 2 Farewell, ye fading things of time, 
 
 No more your false alluring 
 
196 HYMN 143. 
 
 Can move this peaceful heart of mine, 
 
 My joys are now enduring.- 
 Long I withstood the powers of hell, 
 And Jesus was my glorious shield ; 
 Now I've got through the wilderness, 
 And glory to my great High-Priest. 
 
 3 Jesus looks with smiles of love, 
 
 And angels stand inviting ; 
 The patriarchs and prophets all 
 
 1 now shall take delight in. 
 My Christian neighbours here I find, 
 My kindred and my distant friends ; 
 The song of Moses now I'll join, 
 While heaven and glory all are mine. 
 
 4 Now I see my God and King, 
 
 With grateful admiration, 
 His ways, his works, his name I'll sing, 
 
 In flaming adoration. 
 His everlasting glory shines, 
 Diffusing light and joys divine 
 To millions in the heavenly clime, 
 While heaven and glory they arc mine. 
 
 5 Through boundless fields of endless light, 
 
 My mind is left to ponder ; 
 I sail through seas of glory bright, 
 
 O glorious scenes of wonder ! 
 Angelic notes, in highest strains, 
 And holy saints his love proclaim, 
 While loud hosannas to his name 
 Are ringing through the blissful plain. 
 
HYMN 344. 197 
 
 O sound his praise, ye heavenly choir, 
 He sav'd us from the burning fire. 
 
 HYMN 144.— 8 & 7. 
 
 Gloom of Autumn. 
 
 1 Hail, ye sighing sons of sorrow, 
 
 View with me th' autumnal gloom ; 
 Learn from thence your fate to-morrow ' 
 
 Dead, perhaps, laid in the tomb ! 
 See all nature fading, dying, 
 
 Silent all things seem to mourn; 
 Life from vegetation flying, 
 
 Brings to mind the mould'ring urn. 
 
 2 Oft autumnal tempests rising, 
 
 Make the lofty forests nod ; 
 Scenes of nature how surprising! 
 
 Read in nature, nature's God. 
 See the God, the great Creator, 
 
 Lives eternal in the sky, 
 While we mortals yield to nature, 
 
 Bloom a while, then fade and die. 
 
 3 What to me are autumn's treasures, 
 
 Since I know no earthly joy ? 
 Long I've lost all youthful pleasures, 
 
 Time must youth and health destroy. 
 Pleasures once I fondly courted, 
 
 Shar'd each bliss that youth bestows; 
 But to see where then I sported, 
 
 Now embitters all my woes. 
 
198 HYMTf 145. 
 
 4 Age and sorrow since have blasted 
 
 Every youthful, pleasing dream , 
 Quiv'ring age with youth contrasted, 
 
 how short their glories seem ! 
 As the annual frosts are cropping 
 
 Leaves and tendrils from the trees, 
 So my friends are yearly dropping, 
 Through old age and dire disease. 
 
 5 Former friends, how oft I've sought 'em, 
 
 Just to cheer my drooping mind ; 
 But they're gone like leaves in autumn, 
 
 Driven before the dreary wind. 
 When a few more years I've wasted, 
 
 When a few more springs are o'er, 
 When a few more griefs I've tasted, 
 
 1 shall live to die no more. 
 
 6 Fast my sun of life's declining, 
 
 I must sleep in death's dark night ; 
 But my hope, pure and refining, 
 
 Rests in future life and light. 
 Cease this trembling, fearing, sighing, 
 
 Christ will burst the silent tomb ; 
 Then the saints shall, upwards flying, 
 
 Rise into immortal bloom ! 
 
 HYMN 145.— L. M. 
 
 The Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 1 When, marshall'd on the nightly plain, 
 The glittering host bestud the sky, 
 
HYMN 146. 199 
 
 One star alone, of all the train, 
 
 Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 
 
 2 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, 
 
 From every host, from every gem ; 
 But one alone the Saviour speaks,. 
 It is the star of Bethlehem. 
 
 3 Once on the raging seas I rode, 
 
 The storm was loud, the night was dark,. 
 The ocean yawn'd, arid rudely blow'd 
 The wind that toss'd my foundering bark. 
 
 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze, 
 
 Death struck, 1 ceased the tide to stem ; 
 When suddenly a star arose, 
 It was the star of Bethlehem. 
 
 5 It was my guide, my light, my all, 
 
 It bade my dark forebodings cease ; 
 And through the storm and danger's thrall, 
 It led me to the port of peace. 
 
 6 Now, safely moor'd, my perils o'er, 
 
 I'll sing first in night's diadem, 
 Forever and forevermore, 
 
 The star — the star of Bethlehem. 
 
 HYMN 146.— C. M. 
 
 Fountain. 
 1 There is a fountain fill'd with blood, 
 Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 
 And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood, 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
200 HYMN 147. 
 
 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see 
 
 That fountain in his day ", 
 And there may I, as vile as he, 
 Wash all my sins away. 
 
 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
 
 Shall never lose its power, 
 Till all the ransom'd church of God 
 Be sav'd to sin no more. 
 
 4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream, 
 
 Thy flowing wounds supply, 
 Redeeming love has been my theme, 
 And shall be— till I die. 
 
 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
 
 I'll sing thy pow'r to save ; 
 When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
 UYMN 147.— L,. M. 
 
 Gethsemane. 
 
 1 'Tis midnight — and on Olive's brow, 
 
 The star is dimm'd that lately shone ; 
 'Tis midnight— in the garden now, 
 The suff 'ring Saviour prays alone. 
 
 2 'Tis midnight — and from all remov'd 
 
 Immanuel strives alone, with fears ; 
 E'en the disciple that he lov'd 
 
 Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 
 
 3 'Tis midnight — and for others' guilt 
 
 The man of sorrow weeps in blood : 
 
HYMN 148. 201 
 
 Yet he that hath in anguish knelt, 
 Is not forsaken by his God. 
 
 4 'Tis midnight — and from ether plains, 
 Is borne the song that angels know ; 
 Unheard by mortals are the strains 
 That sweetly soothe the Saviour's wo. 
 
 HYMN 148. 
 
 The Boxoer of Prayer. 
 
 1 To leave my dear friends, and with neigh- 
 
 bours to part, 
 And go from my home, affects not my heart 
 Like the thought of abstaining myself for a 
 
 day 
 From that blest retreat, I have chosen to 
 
 pray ; 
 
 I have chosen to pray. 
 
 2 Dear bower where the pine and the poplar 
 
 leaves spread, 
 And woven their branches a roof o'er my 
 
 head ; 
 How oft have I knelt on the evergreen there, 
 And poured out my soul to my Saviour in 
 
 prayer ; 
 
 To my Saviour in prayer. 
 
 3 The early shrill notes of a lov'd nightingale, 
 That dwelt in the bower, I observ'd as my 
 
 bell; 
 
202 HYMN 149. 
 
 It called me to duty, while birds in the air 
 Sung anthems of praises as I went to prayer ) 
 As I went to prayer. 
 
 4 How sweet were the zephyrs, perfum'd by 
 
 the pine, 
 The ivy, the balsam, and the wild eglantine ; 
 But sweeter, O sweeter, superlative were 
 The joys that I tasted in answer to prayer ; 
 In answer to prayer. 
 
 5 For Jesus my Saviour oft deigned to meet, 
 And blest with his presence my humble re- 
 treat ; 
 
 Oft filled me with raptures and blessedness 
 
 there, 
 . nditing in Heaven's own language my prayer; 
 Own language my prayer. 
 
 G Dear bower, I must leave you, and bid you 
 
 adieu, 
 And pay my devotions in parts that are new, 
 Well knowing my Saviour resides every 
 
 where, 
 And can in all places give answer to prayer ; 
 Give answer to prayer. 
 
 HYMN 149.— Jj. M. 
 
 " Behold I stand at the door." — Rev. iii. 20. 
 1 Behold a stranger at the door, 
 
 He gently knocks, has knock'd before, 
 Hath waited long — is waiting still ; 
 You treat no other friend so ill. 
 
HYMN 150. 203 
 
 2 Oh, lovely attitude ! he stands 
 
 With melting heart and loaded hands ! 
 Oh, matchless kindness ! and he shows 
 This matchless kindness to his foes ! 
 
 3 But will he prove a friend indeed ? 
 He will ; the very friend you need ; 
 The friend of sinners — yes, 'tis He, 
 With garments dv d on Calvary. 
 
 4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine; 
 Turn out his enemy and thine, 
 That soul-destroying monster, sin, 
 And let. the heavenly stranger in. 
 
 5 Admit him, ere his anger burn, 
 His feet departed ne'er return ; 
 Admit him; or the hour's at hand, 
 You'll at his door rejected stand. 
 
 HYMN 150.— 7s. 
 
 " Go -preach the gospel to every creature. 
 Mark xvi. 15. 
 
 1 Go, ye messengers of God, 
 
 Like the beams of morning fly ; 
 Take the .wonder-working rod. 
 Wave the banner cross on high ! 
 
 2 Go to many a tropic isle 
 
 On the bosom of the deep ; 
 Where the skies forever smile, 
 And the blacks forever weep. 
 
204 HYMN 151. 
 
 3 Where the golden gates of day 
 
 Open on the palmy East, 
 Wide the bleeding cross display, 
 Spread the gospel's richest feast. 
 
 4 Visit ev'ry heathen soil, " 
 
 Ev'ry barren, burning strand, 
 Bid each dreary region shine, 
 Lovely as the prorris'd land. 
 
 5 In yon wilds of stream and shade, 
 
 Many an Indian wigwam trace ; 
 And with words of love persuade 
 Savages to sue for grace. 
 
 C Circumnavigate the ball — 
 Visit ev'ry soil and sea ; 
 Preach the cross of Christ to all ; 
 Jesus' love is full and free. 
 
 HYMN 151. 
 ] They have gone to the land where the 
 patriarchs rest, 
 Where the bones of the prophets are laid, 
 Where the chosen of Israel the promise pos- 
 sess'd, 
 And Jehovah his wonders display'd ; 
 To the land where the Saviour of sinners 
 once trod, 
 Where he labour'd, and languish'd,and bled; 
 Where he triumphed o'er death, and ascend- 
 ed to God, 
 As he captive captivity led. 
 
HYMN 151. 205 
 
 2 They have gone to the land where the 
 
 gospel's glad sound, 
 Sweetly tun'd by the angels above, 
 Was reecho'd on earth, through the regions 
 around, 
 In the accents of heavenly love , 
 Where the Spirit descended, in tokens of 
 flame, 
 The rich gifts of his grace to reveal ; 
 Where apostles wrought signs in Immanuel's 
 name, 
 The truth of their mission to seal. 
 
 3 They have gone — the glad heralds of mercy 
 
 have gone 
 To the land where the martyrs once bled ; 
 Where the " Beast and False Prophet" have 
 since trodden down 
 The fair fabric that Zion had laid ; 
 Where the churches, once planted, and 
 water'd, and blest 
 With the dews which the Spirit distill'd, 
 Have been smitten, despoil'd, and by heathen 
 possess'd ; 
 And the places that knew them, defil'd. 
 
 4 They have gone — O, thou Shepherd of 
 
 Israel — have gone 
 The glad mission in love to restore ; 
 Thou wilt not forsake them, nor leave them 
 
 alone ; 
 Thy blessing we humbly implore. 
 
20G HYMN 153. 
 
 Thy blessing go with them — O, be thou their 
 shield 
 
 From the shafts of the fowler that fly ; 
 O, Saviour of sinners, thine arm be reveal'd 
 
 In mercy, in might, from on high. 
 
 HYMN 152. 
 
 Pilgrimage. 
 
 1 Gently, Lord, O gently lead us . 
 
 Through this lonely vale of tears ; 
 Through the changes thou'st decreed us, 
 
 Till our last great change appears. 
 When temptation's darts assail us, 
 
 When in devious paths we stray, 
 Let thy goodness never fail us ; 
 
 Lead us in thy perfect way. 
 
 2 In the hour of pain and anguish, 
 
 In the hour when death draws near, 
 Suffer not our hearts to languish, 
 
 Suffer not our souls to fear. 
 And when mortal life is ended, 
 
 Bid us in thine arms to rest, 
 Till, by angel bands attended, 
 
 We awake among the blest. 
 
 HYMN 153. 
 
 Zion Triumphant. 
 1 Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sad- 
 ness, 
 Awake ! for thy foes shall oppress thee no 
 more: 
 
I 
 
 HYMN 154. 207 
 
 Bright o'er the hills dawns the day-star of 
 gladness ; 
 Arise ! for the night of thy sorrows is o'er. 
 
 2 Strong were thy foes ; but the arm that 
 
 subdued them, 
 And scatter'd their legions, was mightier 
 far; 
 They fled, like the chaff, from the scourge 
 that pursued them ; 
 Vain were their arms, and their chariots 
 of war. 
 
 3 Daughter of Zion, the Pow'r that hath sav'd 
 
 thee, 
 Extoll'd with the harp and the timbrel 
 
 should be ; 
 Shout ! for the foe is destroy'd that enslav'd 
 
 thee, 
 Th' oppressor is vanquish'd, and Zion is 
 
 free. 
 
 HYMN 154. 
 
 Delay not. 
 
 1 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near ! 
 The waters of life are now flowing for thee ; 
 
 No price is demanded, the Saviour is here, 
 Redemption is purchas'd, salvation is free. 
 
 2 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come, 
 For mercy still lingers, and calls thee to-day; 
 
206 HYMN 155. 
 
 Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb ; 
 Her message, unheeded, will soon pass 
 away. 
 
 3 Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of Grace, 
 Long griev'd and resisted, may take its sad 
 
 flight, 
 And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, 
 To sink in the vale of eternity's night. 
 
 4 Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand — 
 The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens 
 
 shall fade ; 
 The dead, small and great, in the judgment 
 shall stand ; 
 What pow'r then, O sinner ! shall lend 
 thee its aid ! 
 
 HYMN 155. 
 " Watchman ! xchat of the night?" 
 
 1 Watchman ! tell us of the night, 
 
 What its signs of promise are ! 
 Trav'ller ! o'er yon mountain's height, 
 
 See that glory beaming star ! 
 Watchman ! does its beauteous ray 
 
 Aught of hope or joy foretell ? 
 Trav'ller ! }*es; it brings the day, 
 
 Promis'd day of Israel ! 
 
 2 Watchman ! tell us of the night; 
 
 Higher yet that star ascends ; 
 Trav'ller ! blessedness and light, 
 Peace and truth its course portends ; 
 
HYMN 156. 209 
 
 Watchman ! will its beams alone 
 Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
 
 Trav'ller ! ages are its own, 
 
 See ! it bursts o'er all the earth. 
 
 3 Watchman ! tell us of the night, 
 
 For the morning seems to dawn : 
 Trav'ller ! darkness takes its flight, 
 
 Doubt and terror are withdrawn ! 
 Watchman ! let thy wand'ring cease ; 
 
 Hie thee to thy quiet heme >, 
 Trav'ller ! lo ! the Prince of Peace, 
 
 Lo ! the Son of God is come ! 
 
 HYMN 156.— C. M. 
 
 1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 
 
 And cast a wishful eye, 
 To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
 Where my possessions lie. 
 
 2 O the transporting, rapt'rous scene, 
 
 That rises to my sight ! 
 Sweet fields array'd in living green, 
 And rivers of delight ! 
 
 3 There gen'rous fruits that never fail, 
 
 On trees immortal grow : 
 There rocks, and hills, and brooks, and vale 
 With milk and honey flow. 
 
 4 All o'er those wide extended plains, 
 
 Shines one eternal day ; 
 There God the Son forever reigns 
 And scatters night away. 
 14 
 
S10 HYMN 157. 
 
 5 No chillings winds, nor pois'nous breath, 
 
 Can reach that healthful shore ; 
 Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
 Are felt and fear'd no more. 
 
 6 When shall I reach thajt happy place, 
 
 And be forever blest ? 
 When shall I see my Father's face, 
 And in his bosom rest ? 
 
 7 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd soul 
 
 Would here no longer stay ! 
 Though Jordan's waves around me roll, 
 Fearless I'd launch away. 
 
 8 There on those high and flow'ry plains, 
 
 Our spirits ne'er shall tire ; 
 But in perpetual joyful strains, 
 Redeeming love admire. 
 
 HYMN 157.— S. M. 
 
 1 The praying spirit breathe, 
 
 The watching power impart ; 
 
 From all entanglements beneath 
 
 Call off my peaceful heart; 
 
 2 My feeble mind sustain, 
 
 By worldly thoughts oppiestj 
 Appear and bid me turn again 
 To my eternal rest. 
 
 3 Swift to my rescue come, 
 
 Thine own this moment seize, 
 Gather my wand'ring spirit home, 
 And keep in perfect peace ; 
 
HYMN 159. 211 
 
 Suffer'd no more to rove 
 O'er all the earth abroad, 
 
 Arrest the pris'ner of thy love, 
 And shut me up in God. 
 
 HYMN 158.— S. M. 
 
 1 A charge to keep 1 have, 
 
 A God to glorify ; 
 A never-dying soul to save, 
 And fit it for the sky. 
 
 2 To serve the present age, 
 
 My calling to fulfil : 
 O may it all my powers engage, 
 To do my Master's will. 
 
 3 Arm me with jealous care, 
 
 As in thy sight to live ; 
 And O thy servant, Lord, prepare, 
 A strict account to give ! 
 
 4 Help me to watch and pray, 
 
 And on thyself rely, 
 Assur'd if I my trust betray, 
 I shall forever die. 
 
 HYMN 159.— C. M. 
 
 There is a land of pure delight, . 
 
 Where saints immortal reign ; 
 Infinite day excludes the night, 
 
 And pleasures banish pain. 
 
212 HYMN 160. 
 
 % Their everlasting spring abides, 
 And never-witb'ring flow'rs : 
 Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
 This heavenly land from ours. 
 
 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, 
 
 Stand dress'd in living green ; 
 
 So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
 
 While Jordan roll'd between, 
 
 4 Could we but climb where Moses'stood, 
 
 And view the landscape o'er ; 
 Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood 
 Should frisrht us from the shore. 
 
 HYMN 160.— C. M. 
 
 1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear 
 
 My voice ascending high : 
 To thee will I direct my prayer, 
 To thee lift up mine eye. 
 
 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone, 
 
 To plead for all his saints, 
 Presenting at the Father's throne 
 Our songs and our complaints. 
 
 3 Thou art a God before whose sight 
 
 The wicked shall not stand ; 
 
 Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 
 
 Nor dwell at thy right hand. 
 
 4 O may thy Spirit guide my feet. 
 
 In ways of righteousness ! 
 Make every path of duty straigh , 
 And plain before my face. 
 
HYMN 161. 212 
 
 -5 Now to thy house will I resort, 
 To taste thy mercies there ; 
 I will frequent thy holy court, 
 And worship in thy fear. 
 
 HYMN 161.— CM. 
 
 Coronation of Christ. 
 
 1 All hail the power of Jesus' name ! 
 
 Let angels prostrate fall ; 
 Bring forth the royal diadem, 
 And crown him — Lord of all. 
 
 2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light, 
 
 Who fix'd this floating ball ; 
 Now hail the strength of Israel's might, 
 And crown him — Lord of all. 
 
 3 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, 
 
 Who from his altar call : 
 Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, 
 And crown him — Lord of all. 
 
 4 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, 
 
 Ye ransom 'd from the fall, 
 Hail him who saves you by his grace, 
 And crown him — Lord of all. 
 
 5 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 
 
 The wormwood and the gall, 
 Go spread your trophies at his feet, 
 And crown him — Lord of all. 
 
214 HYMN 162. 
 
 6 Let every kindred, every tribe, 
 On this terrestrial ball, 
 To him all majesty ascribe, 
 And crown him — Lord of all. 
 
 HYMN 162.— 8, 7 & 4, 
 
 Farexotll to Missionaries. 
 
 1 Go, ye heralds of salvation, 
 
 Go proclaim, Redeeming blood ; 
 Publish to that barb'rous nation, 
 Peace and pardon from our God : 
 
 Tell the heathen, 
 None but Christ can do them good. 
 
 2 While the gospel trump you're sounding, 
 
 May the Spirit seal the word, 
 And, through sov'reign grace abounding, 
 Heathen bow and own the Lord ; 
 
 Idols leaving, 
 God alone shall be ador'd. 
 
 3 Distant though our souls are blending, 
 
 Still our hearts are warm and true ; 
 In our pray'rs to heav'n ascending, 
 Brethren — we'll remember you ; 
 
 Heav'n preserve you, 
 Safely all your journey through. 
 
 4 When your mission here is finish'd, 
 
 And your work on earth is done, 
 
 May your souls, by grace replenish'd, 
 
 Find acceptance through the Son ; 
 
 Thence admitted, 
 Dwell forever near his throne. 
 
HYMN 164. 215 
 
 5 Loud hosannas, now resounding, 
 Make the heav'nly arches ring : 
 Grace to sinful men abounding, 
 Ransom'd millions sweetly sing". 
 
 While with rapture, 
 All adore their heav'nly King. 
 
 HYMN 163.— P. M. 
 
 1 Vital spark of heavenly flame ! 
 Quit, O quit this mortal frame : 
 Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, 
 O the pain, the bliss of dying ! 
 Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, 
 And let me languish into life. 
 
 2 Hark ! they whisper, angels say, 
 " Sister spirit, come away ;" 
 What is this absorbs me quite ? 
 Steals my senses, shuts my sight ? 
 Drowns my spirit, draws my breath? 
 Tell me, my soul, can this be deaths 
 
 3 The world recedes, it disappears ! 
 Heav'n opens on my eyes — my ears 
 With sounds seraphic ring ! 
 
 Lend, lend your wings ! 1 mount ! I fly f , 
 O grave, where is thy victory? 
 O death, where is thy sting ? 
 
 HYMN 164.—C. M. 
 
 1 In vain my fancy strives to paint 
 The moment after death ; 
 
216 HYMN 165. 
 
 The glories that surround a saint, 
 When yielding up his breath. 
 
 2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks ; 
 
 We scarce can say, " He's gone IV 
 Before the willing spirit takes 
 Its mansions near the throne. 
 
 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, 
 
 To trace the spirit's flight ; 
 No eye can pierce within the veil 
 Which hides the world of light. 
 
 4 On harps of gold they praise his name, 
 
 His face they always view; 
 
 Then let us foil' we rs be of them, 
 
 That we may praise him too. 
 
 HYMN 165.— lis. 
 
 Christ's Comfort for the Church. 
 
 1 O Zion ! afflicted with wave upon wave, 
 Whom no man can comfort, whom no man 
 
 can save ; 
 With darknesssurrounded,by terrors dismay'd, 
 In toiling and rowing thy strength is decay'd. 
 
 2 Loud roaring, the billows now nigh over- 
 
 whelm, 
 But skilful's the pilot, who sits at the helm ; 
 His wisdom conducts thee, his power thee 
 
 defends, 
 In safety and quiet thy warfare he ends. 
 
HYMN 165. 217 
 
 3 " O fearful ! O faithless !" in mercy he 
 
 cries ! 
 " My promise, my truth, are they light in 
 
 thine eyes ? 
 Still, still I am with thee, my promise shall 
 
 stand, 
 Through tempest and tossing, I'll bring thee 
 
 to land. 
 
 4 "Forget thee I will not, 1 cannot;— thy 
 
 name 
 Engraved on my heart doth forever remain ! 
 The palms of my hands while I look on, I see 
 The wounds I received, when suff 'ring for 
 
 thee. 
 
 5 " I feel at my heart all thy sighs and thy 
 
 groans, 
 For thou art most near me, my flesh and my 
 
 bones ; 
 In all thy distresses thy Head feels the pain ; 
 Yet all are most needful, not one is in vain. 
 
 6 " Then trust me, and fear not ; thy life is 
 
 secure ; 
 My wisdom is perfect, supreme is my power ; 
 In love I correct thee, thy soul to refine, 
 To make thee at length iu my likeness to 
 
 shine." 
 
218 HYMN 166. 
 
 HYMN 166.— C. M. 
 
 Returning. 
 
 1 The prodigal, with streaming eyes, 
 
 From folly just awake. 
 Reviews his wand'rings with surprise ; 
 His heart begins to break. 
 
 2 " I starve," he cries, " nor can I bear 
 
 The famine in this land ; 
 While servants of my Father share 
 The bounty of his hand. 
 
 3 " With deep repentance I'll return, 
 
 And seek my Father's face ; 
 Unworthy to be call'd a son, 
 I'll ask a servant's place." 
 
 4 Far off He saw him slowly move, 
 
 In pensive silence mourn ; 
 The I ather ran with arms of love 
 To welcome his return. 
 
 5 Through all the courts the tidings flew, 
 
 And spread the joy around ; 
 The angels tun'd their harps anew ; 
 The prodigal is found ! 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Page 
 
 A charge to keep I have 211 
 
 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed 191 
 
 All hail the power of Jesus' name 213 
 
 All who seek a throne of grace 88 
 
 Am I a soldier of the cross 126 
 
 An alien from God, and a stranger to grace. . 192 
 
 And am I only born to die . 1 82 
 
 And let our bodies part 157 
 
 And let this feeble body fail 161 
 
 And must this body die 159 
 
 Arise and shine, O Zion fair 38* 
 
 Arise, my soul, arise 160 
 
 A soldier, Lord, thou hast me made 169 
 
 As I lay musing on my bed 46 
 
 As near to Calvary I pass 6 
 
 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays 115 
 
 Away with our sorrow and fear 165 
 
 Behold a stranger at the door 202 
 
 Beside the gospel pool 141 
 
 Brethren, see my Jesus coming 33 
 
 Brethren, while we sojourn here 31 
 
 Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring 24 
 
 Come, all ye mourning pilgrims dear 123 
 
 Co'me, all ye pilgrims of the Lord, . ........ 166 
 
220, INDEX. 
 
 Page. 
 
 Come and taste along with me -» 98 
 
 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast 108 
 
 Come let us anew our journey pursue 194 
 
 Come, my brethren, let us try 93 
 
 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare 85 
 
 Come on, my partners in distress 153 
 
 Come, O thou traveller unknown 146 
 
 Come, precious soul, and let us take 127 
 
 Come, saints and sinners, hear me tell 142 
 
 Come, thou Fount of every blessing 146 
 
 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy 144 
 
 Daniel's wisdom may I know 20 
 
 Dark and thorny is the desert 7 
 
 Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness... 206 
 
 Dear friends, for a week we must part 109 
 
 Death he is the king of terrors . 170 
 
 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near. . . 207 
 
 Encouraged by thy word 39 
 
 Enlisted into the cause of sin Ill 
 
 Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone 69 
 
 Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand 71 
 
 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord 79 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains 186 
 
 From the regions of love ► 36 
 
 From whence doth this union arise . 27* 
 
 Gently Lord, O gently lead us. 206 
 
 Glory to Grtd that I have found the pearl of 
 
 my salvation.. • 22 
 
 Go, ye heralds of salvation 214 
 
 Go. ye messengers of God 203 
 
INDEX. 221 
 
 Page. 
 Hail ! thou blest morn, when the great Medi- 
 ator , 17 
 
 Hail, ye hosts of seraphs bright 195 
 
 Hail, ye sighing sons of sorrow 197 
 
 Hark, brethren, don't you hear the sound.. . . 110 
 
 Hark, listen to the trumpeters 185 
 
 Hear the royal proclamation 113 
 
 Hearken, ye sprightly, and attend, ye vain ones 135 
 
 He dies, the Friend of sinners dies 154 
 
 How firm a foundation . . 173 
 
 How happy are they , 155 
 
 How happy every child of grace 150 
 
 How happy, gracious Lord, are we 164 
 
 How lost was my condition 26 
 
 How painfully pleasing the fond recollection. 42 
 How precious is the name, brethren sing, 
 
 brethren sing, 23 
 
 How tedious and tasteless the hours 176 
 
 Jn de dark wood, no Indian nigh 90 
 
 In evil long I took delight 122 
 
 In vain my fancy strives to paint 215 
 
 Fm not ashamed to own my Lord 184 
 
 I've listed in the holy war 14 
 
 I would not live alvvay ; I ask not to stay. ... 188 
 
 Jerusalem, my happy home 5 
 
 Jesus! and shall it ever be 82 
 
 Jesus, at thy command 53 " 
 
 Jesus Christ has power alone 114 
 
 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone 1 5:2 
 
 Jesus, the name to sinners dear 163 
 
 Jesus, the visions of thy face , 81 
 
 Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviour. 32 
 
«W INDEX. 
 
 Page. 
 
 Life is the time to serve the Lord 162 
 
 Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends ...... 70 
 
 Like a ship see the church, through the ocean 
 
 she rolls 121 
 
 Lo! lie comes with clouds descending...... 158 
 
 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing 90 
 
 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear 21S~ 
 
 Lord, we come before thee now lit 
 
 Lord ! when together here we meet 1( 
 
 Mercy, O thou Son of David 189 
 
 Mid scenes of confusion and creature com- 
 plaints 190 
 
 My God, my life, my love 88 
 
 Nay, I cannot let thee go 107 
 
 Now the Saviour stands a pleading. 60 
 
 Now the truth is gaining ground 95 
 
 O for a heart to praise my God 145 
 
 O for a thousand tongues to sing 143 
 
 O glorious hope of perfect love 180 
 
 O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit 75 
 
 O precious Faith !— may I be found 24 
 
 O tell me no more of this worM's vain store.. 149 
 O thou, in whose presence my soul takes de- 
 light 73 
 
 O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave.. . ... . 216 
 
 On Jordan's stormy banks 1 stand 209 
 
 Our souls in love together knit. 40 
 
 Pray on, my brethren in the Lord 24 
 
 Prayer is appointed to convey 163 
 
 Saw ye my Saviour ! saw ye my Saviour.. . . 10 
 
INDEX. 223 
 
 Page 
 
 See the Eternal Judge descending 1 . 44 
 
 Shout aloud, O ye angels 137 
 
 Since man by sin has lost his God 43 
 
 Stop, poor sinner, stop and think 80 
 
 The blessed Jesus, loving Saviour 61 
 
 The day is past and gone 56 
 
 The fields are all white, the harvest is near. . 56 
 
 The gospel ship is sailing by 16 
 
 The great tremendous day's approaching. ... 63 
 
 The Lord into his garden comes 29 
 
 The old Israelites knew what it was they 
 
 must do 131 
 
 The people called Christians, how many things 
 
 they tell 167 
 
 The praying spirit breathe 210 
 
 The prodigal with streaming eyes 218 
 
 The pure testimony, put forth in the spirit... . 18 
 
 The Son of man they did betray 48 
 
 The song of salvation it is so divine 74 
 
 The voice of free grace 52 
 
 There is a fountain filled with blood 199 
 
 There is a heaven o'er yonder skies 35 
 
 There is a land of pleasure 83 
 
 There is a land of pure delight 211 
 
 They have gone to the land where the patri- 
 archs rest 204 
 
 This morning most sweetly the gales are all 
 
 blowing 12 
 
 This world is all a fleeting show 91 
 
 Though troubles assail and dangers 178 
 
 Through tribulation's deep 65 
 
 Thou God of glorious majesty 181 
 
 'Tis a point I long to know 148 
 
 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow. 200 
 
m INDEX. 
 
 Pago. 
 
 To-day, if you will hear his voice 55 
 
 To leave mv dear friends, and with neighbours 
 
 to part 201 
 
 Vain, delusive world, adieu 151 
 
 V ital spark of heavenly flame 215 
 
 Wandering- pilgrims, mourning Christians. . . . 21 
 
 Watchman ! tell us of the night 208 
 
 We lift our hearts to thee 183 
 
 We've found the rock, the travellers cried... 46 
 
 Welcome, sweet day of rest 185 
 
 What heavenly music do I hear 28 
 
 What poor despised company 68 
 
 What think ye of Christ ? is the test 58 
 
 What various hinderances wc meet 76 
 
 When all the mercies of my God 177 
 
 When Joseph his brethren beheld . . . . ; 1 16 
 
 When marshall'd on the nightly pJain 198 
 
 When shall we three meet again. 94 
 
 While shepherds in Jewr}' 172 
 
 Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger 8 
 
 Why ttand ye here idle 86 
 
 With pleasure behold 129 
 
 Ye children of Zion, who're aiming for glory 118 
 
 Ye jewels of my master 101 
 
 Ye soldiers of Jesus 77 
 
 Ye sons of the main, ye that sail o'er thAflood 103 
 
 Young people all, attention give 50 
 
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