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 BY WILLIAM ALLEN. 
 
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PSALMS AND HYMNS 
 
 FOR 
 
 PUBLIC WORSHIP, 
 
 CO^'TATXING 
 
 i ALL THE PSALMS AND HYMNS OF DR. WATTS, 
 
 I 
 
 WHICH ARE DEEMED VALUABLE. 
 
 TOGETHER WITH A 
 
 NEW VERSION OF ALL THE PSALMS, 
 
 AND MANY ORIGINAL HYMNS, 
 
 BESIDES A LARGE COLLECTION FROM OTHER WRITERS. 
 
 BY WILLIAM ALLEN, D. D. 
 
 PRESIDENT OF BOWDOIN COLLEGE J 
 Author of the Amer. Biog. and Hist. Dictionary. 
 
 BOSTON, WM. PEIRCE: N. YORK, LEAVITT, LORD, & CO I 
 HARTFORD, D. BURGESS, 4r CO. 
 
 1835. 
 

 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1835> 
 
 BY WM. ALLEN, 
 
 in the Clerk's office of the District Court of Maine. 
 
 PRINTED BY J, GRIFFIN, BRUNSWICK. 
 
2^^ 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 IN presenting to the public a new, lyrical Version of all the 
 Psalms, as well as a collection of Hymns, adapted to the pur- 
 poses of public, or congregational worship, the author may ve- 
 ry properly explain the reasons, which have induced him to 
 prepare these sacred songs for the churches of Christ. And, 
 m order to do this, he would call the attention of the reader to 
 
 history of metrical Versions of the Psalms, and to a few criti- 
 cal remarks upon them. 
 
 1 . The first metrical version of the Psalms of David seems 
 to have been that of i\poLLiNARis, about the year 470. He 
 made an excellent paraphrase in Greek verse. It was printed 
 at Paris in 15S0. 
 
 2. The followers of John Huss and Jerom of Prague, 
 who died in 1415 and 1416, had among them a lyrical version 
 of the Psalms. Huss is known to have versified the 12Sth 
 Psalm ; and it was sung, agreeably to the music of that period, 
 in slow notes of equal length. The Bohemian Brethren had a 
 Psalm and Hymn Book, with musical notes, in 1538. 
 
 3. About 1535 or 1540 Luther made lyrical versions of 
 several of the Psalms, and a book of Psalms and Hymns for 
 public worship was prepared for his followers. 
 
 4. The Psalms appeared in Fiemish verse in 1540, with 
 music by Simon Cock. Eobanus, who died in 1540, made 
 a version of the whole book of Psalms in Latin verse ; which 
 was the first Latin, metrical version. Soon afterwards Cam- 
 ERARius versified some of the Psalms in Greek ; and Stige- 
 Lius of Gotha also versified some of them. 
 
 5. Clement Marot, valet of the bed chamber to Francis 
 I, king of France, was celebrated as a poet, and wrote pasto- 
 rals, ballads, fables, and elegies. About 1540, at the sugges- 
 tion of Vatablus, professor of Hebrew, he made a version of 
 about 30 of the Psalms in French verse. He proposed to sub- 
 stitute divine hymns in the place of the common ditties of the 
 times, and he expressed a hope, that by this means the golden 
 age would return. His books were very rapidly sold. Even' 
 
IV PREFACE. 
 
 in the splendid court of the king nothing was heard, but the 
 Psalms of Marot. Each of the royal family and the nobility 
 selected a psalm, and sung it to the ballad tune, which was 
 preferred. Prince Henry, in going out to the chase, sung the 
 42d psalm, '' Ainsi qu'on oit le cerf bruire," — ** As pants the 
 hart for water brooks." Catholics and protestants were all at 
 first delighted with Marot's psalms. He afterwards, while he 
 lived at Geneva, versified 20 others ; and the 50 were printed 
 at Rome in 1542. After lAFarot's death Beza versified the 
 rest of the Psalms in the same manner, and the whole 150 
 were published at Strasburg in 1545. Calvin, who wished to 
 introduce general, congregational singing, approved of these 
 Psalms, and caused them to be set to music, in a single part, 
 in simple notes. As they were generally used by protestants, 
 the Catholics soon interdicted them, and regarded psalm-sing- 
 ing as a sign of Lutheranism, or heresy. Marot's and Beza's 
 Psalms are written in various metres and appear in good rhyme 
 and perfectly rhymed stanzas. The circumstance, which ren- 
 dered them so generally interesting and attractive, was the 
 rhyme. They were religious odes, in rhyme, and in a form, 
 adapting them to be generally sung not only by the congrega- 
 tion, but in families. The work, as arranged for protestant 
 worship, is generally printed with the music accompanying ev- 
 ery line. Some of these simple melodies are retained at the 
 present day. 
 
 6. Thomas Sternhold made a version of 51 Psalms, 
 which were published hi 1549. He was groom of the robes to 
 Henry VHI. Soon afterwards John Hopkins, a clergyman 
 in Sufl?blk, versified 58 Psalms, and, other persons having lent 
 their aid, the whole book of Psalms versified was published in 
 1562. The other contributors were W. Whyttingham, dean 
 of Durham, whose 16 Psalms are among the best ; Thomas 
 Norton, a barrister, translator of Calvin's Institutes, who ver- 
 sified 27 of the Psalms ; W. Kethe, an exile at Frankfort, who 
 versified 25 Psalms ; and R. Wisdom and J. Pullain, who 
 versified only one or two Psalms. 
 
 This version has much less variety of metre, than Marot's, 
 and it is chargeable with the fault of many half-rhymed stan- 
 zas, which is not a fault of the French version. The only stan- 
 zas of this version, which are at the present day retained in 
 any collections of the Psalms, are the following, found in the 
 18th Psalm, and they are never retained unaltered : — 
 
 The Lord descended from above, 
 
 and bowed the heavens high; 
 And underneath his feet he cast 
 
 tlie darkness of the sky. 
 
PREFACE. V 
 
 On cherubs and on cherubins 
 
 full royally lie rode; 
 And on the ^vjngs of all the winds 
 
 came flying all abroad. 
 
 Cherubins is the ancient English form of the plural of Clienib. 
 The lameness of the second line has often been remarked, and 
 the singularity of the two plurals of the word cherub. Some 
 modern collections and books of music, in the attempt to cor- 
 rect this fault, commit a still greater, by inserting seraphim 
 with cherubim. There is no authority in scripture for repre- 
 senting God as riding forth on seraphim. It may well excite 
 our surprise, that this antiquated version, containing many pas- 
 sages, which cannot at the present day be read with any sobri- 
 ety of thought, should still be retained in some of the episco- 
 pal churches of England. 
 
 In 1549 Robert Crowley made a metrical version of 
 the Psalms. About this time also Henry Howard, earl 
 Surrey, and Sir Tho. VVyat versified some of the Psalms. 
 
 7. About 1550 the celebrated George Buchanan, while 
 imprisoned in a monastery in Portugal, made an elegant Latin 
 version of the Psalms. Of this version the 122d Psalm bishop 
 Home erroneously ascribes to Zuinger, and publishes it in his 
 Commentary with Merrick's translation. But Zuinger mere- 
 ly altered a few words of Buchanan's version. — Dolscius 
 made a Greek version, published at Basil in 1555. 
 
 8. About 1557 archbishop Parker made a version, which 
 was printed about 1570. The following is from the 18th 
 Psalm : 
 
 ''He rode on high, and did so fly 
 
 Upon the cherubins; 
 
 He came in sight, and made his flight 
 
 Upon the wing of winds. — 
 
 The Lord from heaven sent down his leve.« 
 
 And thunder'd thence in ire; 
 
 He thunder cast in wondrous blast 
 
 With hails and coals of fire." 
 
 It seems, that in avoiding the fault of Sternhold, he made his 
 rhymes more frequent, than a sober and correct taste would 
 demand. 
 
 9. Peter Dathen, minister at Frankfort, about 1560, 
 translated Marot's and Beza's Psalms into Low-Dutch metre, 
 adapting them to the French tunes and measure. A new 
 Dutch translation was undertaken by Philip de Marnix, lord of 
 Sainte Algedonda. 
 
 Bernard Woiewodka printed the Psalms in Polish me- 
 tre at Brescz in 1565. 
 
 A* 
 
VI PREFACE. 
 
 Stryc, a Bohemian, admirably versified the Psalms Jii 
 1590 ; his work has this title, Zalmowe Sw. Dawida w ryhmy 
 Ceske uwedene. 
 
 Syjlburgius made a version in Greek verse, which was 
 published, with that of ApoUinaris, in 1596 by Commelinus. 
 Louis Crucius, a Lisbon Jesuit, published the Psalms in 
 metre in Latin at Madrid in 1600. 
 
 In the sixteenth century J. B. Chassignet, a native of 
 Besancon, published in French verse a paraphrase of all the 
 Psalms in various measures. In that of the 92d Psalm are 
 the following lines. 
 
 "Soit que flu beau soleil la perruque empourprec 
 Picdore de ses rais cette basse con tree," 
 
 Tf any should be disposed to tolerate Sandys in speaking, in 
 his version, of the "golden-tressed sun ;" yet our English hab- 
 its of thought will hardly allow us to regard the sun as endow- 
 ed with a "peruke" or periwig. 
 
 10. Sir Philip Sidney, who fell in battle in 1586 at the 
 age of 32, made a version of 42 Psalms ; and the others were 
 versified by his sister, Mary, the countess of Pembroke. This 
 work, after slumbering nearly two centuries and a half, was 
 published at the Chiswick press in 1823. It is written in a 
 great variety of metre, and is in general well rhymed, though 
 a few of the pieces are entirely without rhyme. The whole 
 «of each Psalm is versified. An English writer has remarked 
 of Sir P. Sidney, that " his life is finer poetry, than his wri- 
 tings." The antiquated style and complex metres of this ver- 
 sion render it entirely useless for the purposes of psalmody. 
 The version of the 125th is in the rare Sapphic ;measure ; — 
 
 "As Salem braveth wilh her hilly bulwarks. 
 Roundly enforted : so the great Jehovah 
 Closelh his servants, as a hilly bulwark 
 Ever abiding," 
 
 The following is a stanza of the 139th : 
 
 **Do thou thy best, O secret night, 
 In sable vail to cover me; 
 Thy sable vail 
 Shall vainly fail ; 
 With day unmask'd my night shall be. 
 For night is day, and darkness light, 
 O, Father of all lights, to Thee." 
 
 11. King James I. undertook to versify the Psalms, but ac- 
 complished his purpose only in part. His version, which was 
 jprinted after his death, is "remarkable for its flat simj)licity 
 
PREFACE. VII 
 
 and unmeaning expletives." The following is a stanza from 
 the 74th Ps. ; 
 
 "Why dost thou thus withdraw thy hand. 
 
 E'en thy right hand restrain 1 
 
 Out of thy bosom, for our good. 
 
 Draw back the same again." 
 The same passage is as follows in Stemhold's version : 
 
 "Why dost Thou draw thy hand aback, 
 and hide it in thy lap 1 
 
 O, pluck it out, and be not slack 
 to give thy foes a rap." 
 
 J. Bertaut, a bishop in Normandy, who died in 1611, 
 published a version of many of the Psalms. About the year 
 1620 bishop Miles Smyth made a version of the Psalms ; 
 and about the same time another metrical version was made 
 by Mr. Dod. 
 
 12. In 1632 Geo. Wither published, in the Netherlands, 
 a version, made by command of king James. He had previ- 
 ously published Hymns and Songs of the Church in 1623. 
 He aimed to combine "the fulness of the sense with the relish 
 of the scripture phrase." The following stanza is from the 
 first Psalm : 
 
 "Like a tree, set near the springs, 
 He doth always freshly flourish; 
 Still his fruits he timely brings, 
 And his leaf shall never perish; 
 Every thing shall prosper too, 
 Which he undertakes to do." 
 
 Arthur Johis-sois-, physician to Charles I., educated at 
 Aberdeen, who died at Oxford in 1641, published a version of 
 the Psalms in Latin verse in 1637. 
 
 13. George Sain'dys, the traveller, published in a small 
 folio, in 1638, a Paraphrase upon the Divine Poems, contain- 
 ing a version of all the Psalms, with tunes in two parts. This 
 version has in many respects high poetical excellence, though 
 it has also many faults. It contains a great variety of metres, 
 and has no slovenly, half-rhymed stanzas. One of his best 
 pieces may be found in this book, Ps. 148, eighth version. 
 It has been remarked, that his Psalms, written in the metre of 
 this specimen, — seven- syllable trochaic, — have a peculiar beau- 
 ty, while in other metres he seems to lose his lyrical powers. 
 Indeed, a considerable part of his paraphrase is not adapted to 
 lyrical purposes, as he has versified, and frequently in the long 
 ten-syllable measure, the whole of all the Psalms. Mr. Mil- 
 ner, in his life of Watts, says, that Sandys employs ''chiefly the 
 trochaic couplet ;" which is a great mistake, as only 14 out 
 of 150 Psalms are in this metre. 
 
VIII PREFACE. 
 
 14. In 1640 J. Ejliot, T. Welde, and R. Mather, 
 ministers near Boston, made the '* New-England Version." 
 This was revised by president Dunster about 1650 and was 
 used generally by the New England churches until, at length, 
 it was superseded by the version of Watts. The 26th edition 
 was published in 1744. It was revised by T. Prince in 1758. 
 This is a faithful translation from the Flebrew ; but it has no 
 poetical merit. Most of it is written in the common half-rhy- 
 med stanza of Sternhold. The following is a specimen of the 
 primitive edition of 1640 : — 
 
 "And he shall bo like lo a tree 
 
 planted by waler-rivrrs: 
 That in his season yields his fruif, 
 
 and liis leafe never uiihers. 
 And all he dolh shall prosper well, 
 
 the wicked are not so: 
 But they are like unto the rhade. 
 
 which winde drives to and fro." 
 The same in Dunster' s and Prince's revisions is thus ; 
 
 *^He shall be like a planled tree 
 
 by water brooks, which shall 
 In his due season yield his fruit, 
 
 whose leaf shall never fail."' 
 
 "For he is like a goodly tree 
 
 to rivers planted near; 
 Which timely yields its fruit, whose leaf 
 
 shall ever green appear." 
 
 A copy of this version is in the libraries of Harvard College 
 and of the Antiquarian Society at Worcester, but without the 
 title page. A copy is in the library of the Old South church in 
 Boston, with the title page, which is thus : — "The Whole 
 Booke of Psalmes faithfully translated into English metre. 
 Whereunto is prefixed a discourse declaring not only the law- 
 fulness, but also the necessity of the heavenly ordinance of 
 singing scripture Psalms in the churches of God. — Imprinted 
 1640." The names of the authors are not mentioned. 
 
 There is one sentence in the preface, to which all the lovers 
 of sacred music, and all our churches will do well to give heed ; 
 it is this, — *'The singing of Psalms, though it breathe forth 
 nothing but holy harmony, and melody ; yet such is the sub- 
 tilty of the enemy, and the enmity of our nature against the 
 Lord, and his ways, that our hearts can find matter of discord 
 in this harmony, and crotchets of division in this holy melody." 
 It was a quarter of a century or more after the publication of 
 Watts' version, before the prejudice in favor of this New Eng- 
 land version was overcome ; and in the last century the pres- 
 
PREFACE. IX 
 
 byterian church in this country found ample *' matter of dis- 
 cord" and many '^crotchets of division" inconsequence of the 
 substitution of Watts for the old Scotch version. Churches 
 were rent asunder in the contest. Indeed the old Scots book 
 still triumphantly retains its place in some of the presbyterian 
 churches, and refuses to yield to the innovations of Watts, 
 whose version was made 116 years ago. 
 
 15. A version of the Psalms by H. AirfswoRTH was pub- 
 lished at Amsterdam in 1644, with copious annotations, and 
 tunes.- The prose and metrical versions are on the same page. 
 It has much the same rank in poetical excellence with the 
 New Ensland version. The following is a specimen from the 
 ISth Psalm : 
 
 '•And he did bow the beav'ns and down did pass : 
 And gloom V darkness under liis feet was. 
 And he did ride on cherub and did fly : 
 And on wings of the wind he llew swiftly." 
 
 Some of the early settlers of Plymouth, who came from Hol- 
 land, introduced this version, and it held its place in the church 
 of Plymouth against the New England version until 1692, and 
 even in Salem until 1662. Nor would it have been wonder- 
 ful, had it never yielded ; for it was equal in poetry to the N. 
 E. version and had the superior advantage of a good prose ver- 
 sion, musical notes, and learned and valuable annotations. 
 
 16. In 1645 the version of Fraxcis Rouse, which the 
 Commons of England had two years before recommended to 
 the consideration of the Assembly of Divines at Westminster, 
 was revised and came out with the approbation of both houses 
 of parliament. This is supposed to be what is commonly cal- 
 led the old Scotch version, which is still retained, I suppose, in 
 Scotland, and in some of the presbyterian churches in this 
 country. It is much of the same character whh the New Eng- 
 land version. The following is a specimen from the first Psalm. 
 By comparing it with the stanza from the New England version, 
 the same lines will be found in both ; and it may be, that the 
 Scotch Churches are much indebted for their book of Psalms 
 to the Independents of New England. 
 
 '•'He shall be like a tree, th^t grows 
 
 Near planted by a river, 
 
 V\ hich in his season yields his fruit, 
 
 And his leaf fadeth never: 
 
 And all he doth shall prosper w^ell. 
 
 The wicked are not so : 
 
 But like they are unto the chaff, 
 
 Which wind drives to and fro." 
 
 About this period R. Goodridge made a version of the 
 Psalms. 
 
X PREFACE. 
 
 17. In 1645 Wm. Barton, a minister in London, publish- 
 ed a version of about 30 of the Psalms, together with "choice 
 collections of the old Psalms." An edition had been previous- 
 ly printed by order of parliament. This edition, having "the 
 cream and flower of the best authors," came out with the ap- 
 probation of more than 40 divines, most of them of the Assem- 
 bly. Barton's entire version was published in 1682. He says, 
 " The Scots have of late put forth a psalm book, most-what 
 composed out of mine and Mr. Rouse's." This version is of 
 a higher poetical character than the Scotch. The following 
 stanzas of the 23d Ps. were in part copied by Watts : 
 
 "The living Lord my slirplierd Is, 
 
 And lie, that dolh iiie feed; 
 
 Since he is mine, an'l I am his, 
 
 What comfort can I need] 
 
 "He le-ids me to the tender gras.-s, 
 
 Where 1 both feed and rest; 
 
 Then to the streams, that gently pass; 
 
 In both I have the best." 
 
 18. About 1660 bishop H. King , and soon afterwards Sam . 
 Woodford, D. D. published metrical versions of the Psalms. 
 Denham remarks on the latter, — "his verse is not for singing 
 but reading." 
 
 Bishop Godeau, a member of the Academy of Belles Let- 
 tres in France, who died in 1672, published a version of the 
 Psalms in metre. 
 
 19. John Eliot ^ one of the authors of the New England 
 version, published the book of Psahns in Indian metre in 16S0. 
 The language was that of the Naticks near Boston, or the Mas- 
 sachusetts' language. The unlearned reader may judge, wheth- 
 er he can relish the melody of the Indian, by examining the two 
 first verses of the 97th Psalm : 
 
 "Wutassootamim God, mutfaok 
 
 weekontamoomooutch 
 Munnahana&h wonk mf>nakish ' 
 
 muskonantamoomooutcii 
 O Oweenuhkunkqun ]^ohken;u ; 
 
 matokqs, wiissiltumoonk 
 Wunnomvvausseonk wutappiie 
 
 ne menuhkesuonk." 
 
 Mr. Eliot must be deemed excusable for putting this Indian ver- 
 sion in the half-rhymed stanzas of his English predecessors. 
 
 20. A new and entire version was made by Simon Ford, 
 D. D. in 1688. In speaking of Sternhold he says, " it were 
 but decent to bury that former translation with honor for tire 
 service it hath done/' But Sternhold's book, intrenched in 
 
PREFACE. Xi 
 
 the English church, has survived that of Dr. Ford. He has 
 various metres, and no half-rhymed stanzas ; but the v^rork has 
 110 peculiar excellence. Some of his lines seem to have been 
 borrowed by Watts ; as the following from Ps. 139 : — 
 
 *•' Asleep, awake, at home, abroad , 
 
 Thou knowest all my whys, O God, — 
 
 Darkness and light in this agree, 
 
 That they are both alike to thee," 
 
 Tw^o other poetical versions of the Psalms were published 
 by Luke Milhourne, who died in 1720, and by Mr. Darby. 
 The Psalms in Swedish verse appeared in 1695, and perhaps • 
 much earlier. 
 
 21. The version of JValium Tate and JSl^choIas Brady 
 was published in 1696. Some of the Psalms have dignity and 
 excellence ; yet the general character of the work is that of 
 diffuseness and dulness. The measure is heavy, and many of 
 the pieces are only half rhymed. The plan was radically 
 defective ; for the whole of every Psalm is veisified ; of course 
 much of the book is totally unsuitable for lyrical purposes, 
 and cannot be employed in Psalmody. Yet this is the only 
 authorized version of the episcopal churches of this country, 
 and is commonly used by the episcopalians of England, yet 
 by them often with other versions. Until recently the whole 
 of Tate and Brady was retained by the American episcopali- 
 ans ; but in Dec. 1832 a selection was made from Tate's book 
 and Psalms and parts of Psalms omitted, so that the present 
 authorized version has only 124 Psalms ; and as the whole 
 book is reduced, it is odd enough, that the pieces have lost 
 their old names. For instance, David's 119th Psalm is called 
 the 97th, to the confusion of those, who wish to call things by 
 their right names. After all the abridgement, and reduction, 
 and patch-work, employed upon Tate and Brady, the version is 
 not worthy of the good taste of the episcopal churches. 
 
 An episcopal writer in England said in 1825, " Sternhold 
 and Hopkins retain possession of only a few cathedral or col- 
 legiate churches ; and even Tate and Brady have, to a very 
 great extent, given way before the practice of introducing pri- 
 vate selections of Psalms and Hymns for public worship." 
 
 Versions of the Psalms were made by Sir J. Denharn in 
 1714, and by Dr. /. Patrick in 1715. Dr. Basil I^ennet, 
 who died in 1714, also published a version. Patrick's version 
 was much used by the dissenters. 
 
 22. In 1718 Dr. Cotton Mather of Boston published the 
 book of Psalms in Blank Verse, fitted to the tunes in com- 
 mon use. It was designed to be an exact copy of the original 
 "without the fetters of rhyme ;" and the author hoped, that 
 
XII PREFACE. 
 
 it would be more acceptable to those, who reverenced the 
 words of inspiration, than if it departed from the original " for 
 the sake of a little jingle at the end of the line !" However, 
 he mistook the public taste ; and his work, if it was ever sung 
 in any church, is now forgotten. The jingle of Watts was pre- 
 ferred to it. This version was printed, so that what is called 
 the Long metre might be converted into Common metre by 
 omitting the words in black letter between the brackets. The 
 following is a specimen from Ps. 23d.: — 
 
 *'My shepherd is th' eternal God ; II I shall not be in [an»] 
 want : II In pastures of a tender grass II He [eber] makes me 
 to lie down : || To waters of tranquillities II He gently carries 
 me, [alonfl.] II " 
 
 23. Dr. Watts' Psalms introduced a new era in the history 
 of church psalmody. His Hymns were published in 1707, 
 when he was only 23 years of age ; but his Psalms, though 
 partly written in 1712, were not finished and published till 
 1719. The excellent plan of Dr. Watts, in which he followed 
 Barton, was this; — not to make an entire version of every Psahn|i ■ 
 but to select the most lyrical portions of the book of PsalmaB I 
 He proposed to give an ^'Imitation of the Psalms in Christian* ■ 
 language." 
 
 There are two very different principles, on which a metrical 
 version of the Psalms may be made. 
 
 The first is to give as beautiful, and complete, and perfect a 
 representation, as possible, in English poetry of the Hebrew 
 original. But in this case, the version will not be well adap- 
 ted to the purposes of public psalmody, however interesting to 
 the reader, and however valuable in the character of devotional 
 poetry. 
 
 The second principle, on which a version may be made, is 
 to render it a strictly lyrical version, or one, which is to be 
 sung by a religious assembly. Of course the long Psalms must 
 be abridged ; — the historical Jewish narratives and allusions, so 
 far as they cannot be accommodated to the circumstances of 
 the Christian church, are to be omitted ; — and Psalms, merely 
 doctrinal or didactic, are either to be overlooked, or to be 
 drawn somewhat into a lyrical character. 
 
 By the first method the whole sentiment of the Psalm is 
 transferred without omission into metre. By the second meth- 
 od a version is made only of select parts. The first method 
 was adopted by Sternhold and Hopkins, by Sidney, by Sandys, 
 by the New England fathers, by the Scotch churches, by Tate 
 and Brady, and indeed by almost all the writers enumerated 
 and by others yet to be mentioned. The second method was 
 adopted by Dr. Watts ; and he made a truly lyrieal version » 
 
PREFACE. XIII 
 
 fitted to be sung in Christian worship. Yet there are great im- 
 perfections in his version, which will be adverted to, after this 
 brief historical account of metrical versions is brought to a 
 close. 
 
 24. Sir Richard Blackmore published in 1721 a version, 
 which is even inferior to that of Tate and Brady. A version 
 by Jonathan Harle was published in 1730. 
 
 In 1752 John Barnard, mimslQv of Marblehead, Massachu- 
 setts, at the age of 70 years, published a version of the Psalms, 
 with tunes. He freely borrowed from the labors of his prede- 
 cessors, and produced a patch-work, equal indeed to many of 
 the English versions in point of poetry, yet without any peculiar 
 excellence. It is imperfectly rhymed. Being an entire ver- 
 sion, it is poorly adapted to lyrical purposes. Perhaps it nev- 
 er was sung out of the bounds of Marblehead. 
 
 25. In 1754 S. Wheatland and T. Silvester ^nhWshed. at 
 London a close translation of the Psalms of David in heroic 
 verse. In the same measure a version was published in 1756 
 by Thofnas Cradock, an episcopal clergyman in Baltimore 
 county, Maryland. 
 
 26. Thomas Prince, the distinguished minister of the Old 
 South church in Boston, published in 1758 a revision of the 
 New England Psalms, made with much labor and great care. 
 It is valuable as a translation of the original Hebrew ; but as a 
 poetical and lyrical version it has not much merit. 
 
 27. James Merrick, educated at Oxford, and who died at 
 Reading in 1769, aged 51, published the 2d edition of his Psalms 
 paraphrased in English verse in 1766. A specimen may be 
 found in this book ; Ps. 136 ; version 7th. — This work has 
 much poetic excellence ; but, besides being an entire version, 
 it is diffuse, and of the nature of a paraphrase, and destitute of 
 the lyrical energy of the original. Indeed it w^as not adapted 
 for the purposes of the singer in the church ; it is rather for 
 the devout and poetic reader. In 1792 Mr. Tattersall publish- 
 ed an edition of Merrick, divided for singing. 
 
 In Italy S amnio Matti made a fine poetical translation of 
 the Psalms. 
 
 28. In 1811 William Goode, an episcopal minister in Lon- 
 don, published an entire version of the Psalms, in 2 vols. 8vo., 
 which in poetic excellence and lyrical power is superior to any 
 preceding version, unless it be that of Watts. Some of his 
 excellencies and his faults will be pointed out. Regarding it as 
 a fault of Watts, that his Psalms are "more frequently Hymns 
 upon the subjects of the Psalms, than a regular version of the 
 Psalms themselves," more frequently "imitations," than cop- 
 ies of the Psalms of David, Mr. G. resolved to keep as near, 
 
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XIV PREFACE. 
 
 as possible, to the originals in sentiment and language ; to pre- 
 serve the utmost simplicity of language ; and to express clearly 
 the typical intent, making the Psalms Christian, as they should 
 be rendered at the present day. He has accordingly given a 
 more perfect and beautiful copy of the original, adapted to 
 Christian purposes, than was ever given to the public. He has 
 often several versions of the same Psalm, dwelling on the same 
 subject ; the first versions being in the more simple measures, 
 beginning with short metre, for the use of general congregations, 
 and the last versions in more complex measures, so chosen 
 as to prevent introduction into common use, designed for the 
 churches, in which less simple and more extensive singing is in- 
 troduced. In his more simple metres he pays more regard to 
 simplicity of language, than in the others, in which he takes 
 greater liberty too in departing from the original. In the long- 
 er Psalms instead of different versions of the same, he has giv- 
 en each succeeding part of the Psalm in a different metre. 
 
 Mr. G. has admirably executed his plan ; but it was a mis- 
 take to attempt an entire version of the Psalms, with reference 
 to lyrical purposes. He admitted, that it was ''impossible to 
 render the whole so as to be suitable for Christian worship.'* 
 His work is more valuable to the devout and poetic reader, than 
 to the singer ; yet many of his pieces have a high lyrical char- 
 acter. Had he confined himself to the method of Watts, se- 
 lecting only parts of the Psalms, and had he excluded many of 
 his complex measures, and written only for general congrega- 
 tions, he might have produced a work, which would have su- 
 perseded Tate and Brady in the episcopal churches of England. 
 Specimens of his more simple metres and several of his best pie- 
 ces are given in this book. 
 
 Yet with all the spirit and excellence of the work of Mr. G. 
 it has some prominent defects. Though it has very few half- 
 rhymed pieces, not more perhaps than half a dozen ; yet the 
 author is often careless in his rhymes, bringing together words, 
 which can hardly walk together with much concord, as may be 
 judged from the following pairs ; — "compassion, salvation ; 
 Savior, favor ; possess, increase ; dwell, conceal ; trust, burst ; 
 consume, dome ; blaspheme, name ; believe him, griev'd him; 
 alloted, devoted ; rebuke, stroke ; appeal, fail ; stores, adore ; 
 comes, resumes ; man, gain : forsake, speak ; completes, for- 
 gets ; raise, seize ; glory, before thee ; sit, delight." The in- 
 troduction of the name of Britain in several of the Psalms 
 seems sufficiently odd ; as in Ps. 104. 
 
 "There go the navies, Britain's boast! 
 They spread their sails from coast to coast. 
 And ride the pathless way.'* 
 
PREFACE. XV 
 
 29. In 1824 Richard Mant, bishop of Down and Connor, 
 published a metrical version of the Psalms, with notes. The 
 metres are various, designed to be accommodated to the sub- 
 ject or the nature of the Psalm ; but it being an entire version, 
 it is not adapted for church psalmody. 3Iany of his rhymes al- 
 so are not to be tolerated ; as "foot, not ; bird, spared ; brute, 
 wrought ; art, subvert ; come, fume ; ages, blazes ; sun, moon; 
 prest, feast ; ruling, controlling ; ceas'd, cast ; debt, seat ; 
 swell, peal ; rear, war ; feet, set ; hear them, fear him." He 
 sometimes fails in adapting the metre to the subject ; as he em- 
 ploys the rapid anapestic measure in the sublime 29th Psalm, — 
 
 ''O give to the Lord, ye kings of mankind, t^c." 
 
 30. Tn 1832 two metrical versions of the Psalms were pub- 
 lished in England. One by Mr. JE. G. Marsh, which may 
 be ranked with that of bishop Mant. The other version was 
 by W. Gahaga?i, barrister, being a version of the "Liturgy" 
 Psalms, and is scarcely superior to Sternhold and Hopkins. 
 
 In 1833 Mr. Joseph P. Bartrum of Cambridge, Massachu- 
 setts, published a metrical paraphrase of all the Psalms, but 
 not of the whole of each Psalm. He complains of Watts, al- 
 though having "the mspiration of poetry and piety," as charge- 
 able with coarseness of diction, harsh elisions, and general neg- 
 ligence, and as introducing much from the Psalms, which is 
 worthless, being seldom, if ever used in public worship. Mr. 
 B. aims to introduce modern, poetic diction, and to fit his ver- 
 sion for musical expression. He introduces marks of expres- 
 sion and annexes the names of tunes. 
 
 With the high poetical powers of the author he has fallen 
 into some inexcusable errors of rhyme, instances of which are 
 the following : — "chaff, blast ; sprung. Son ; sacrifice, lives ; 
 profane, name ; groan, home ; drag on, come ; atone, comb ; 
 proclaims, reigns ; gloom, noon ; strain, fame ; form, adorn ; 
 bliss, wish ; sublime, divine ; blaze, waves ; esteem, mean ; 
 , reproof, truth ; beam, seen ; fetters, banners." This version 
 is not replete with the christian doctrines, embraced by Watts; 
 it is also greatly deficient in simplicity, and the diction, though 
 rich, is often too far removed from the habits of ordinary minds 
 to be generally acceptable. 
 
 The author has thus mentioned more than fifty metrical ver- 
 sions of the Psalms, being all, that have come within his knowl- 
 edge, and about thirty of them being entire versions in the 
 English language. 
 
 Besides these, there have been other versions of a few or a 
 part of the Psalms. W. Hunnis, L. Shepherd, and /. Hall^ 
 about 1550, versified several ; at the same period /. Mardi- 
 
XVI PREFACE. 
 
 ley versified 24 Psalms; F. Seagar 19; S'lrW. Forrest, 50; 
 Sir F. Bacon 7; bishop Hall 10; /. JB. Rousseau, and Her- 
 bert, and Donne a few; Milton 19 Psalms. Addison and 
 Pi^f versified a few; C. Wesley, Vind Doddridge, several; 
 Mrs. Steele, about 1780, 47 Psalms; /. Barlow versified 12 
 or 15; Dr. Dioight as many or more; Mr. Wrangham a 
 considerable number; and in 1822 Montgomery published a 
 version of 55 Psalms, which are found in collections of his 
 Poems. 
 
 Having thus finished the proposed historical account of met- 
 rical versions of the Psalms of David, the author will now re- 
 turn to the consideration of that of Dr. fVatts. 
 
 Of the excellences of many of his admirable versifications of 
 the Psalms, which are now and have been for ages written in 
 the hearts of the pious, the author need not speak. He has 
 endeavored to preserve in this book all those unequalled pieces, 
 with little alteration. The question is, whether many of his 
 Psalms also are not unsuitable for lyrical purposes, and unfit 
 to be retained ; and whether there is not occasion for a new, 
 entire, lyrical version, suited for public worship, not indeed to 
 exclude what is valuable in Watts, but to be used in connexion 
 with it ? ^ I 
 
 Let it then be considered, that Dr. Watts has entirely ornHf | 
 ted twelve of the Psalms ; nor can it be pretended, that it was, 
 because they are unsuitable for lyrical purposes, for most of 
 them were addressed by David to the chief musician, and one 
 of them, Ps. 137, is one of the most beautiful and lyrical in 
 the book of David. 
 
 In the next place, a considerable number of Watts' Psalms 
 are so destitute of poetical beauty and so chargeable with poeti- 
 cal deformity, that at the present day, in the present improved 
 state of the public taste, they ought not to be retained in a book 
 of Psalms for public worship. If he sometimes fell into vulga- 
 rity of language, and if his images and illustrations were some- 
 times of a humble nature ; if some of his pieces do not present 
 any claims to consideration for dignity, and purity, and elevation 
 of style; yet he himself was not unconscious of his faults. 
 He says in his Preface to his Psalms, "I am sensible, I have 
 often subdued my style below the esteem of the critics, because 
 I would neither indulge any bold metaphors, nor admit of hard 
 words, nor tempt any ignorant worshipper to sing without un- 
 derstanding. " In his Preface to his Hymns he also says, — 
 ''the metaphors are generally sunk to the level of vulgar capa- 
 cities. — Some of the beauties of poetry are neglected and some 
 wilfully defaced. — I have given an alloy to my verse, lest a 
 more exalted turn of thought or language should disturb the de- 
 votion." In this Dr. Watts fell into a great error, for devo- 
 
PREFACE. XVII 
 
 tion is not promoted bj grovelling thoughts, low images, or 
 vulgarity of language. It is true, that when he wrote, — more 
 than a hundred years ago, — the common people among the 
 English were far less enlightened and refined, than the great 
 body of American citizens now are ; but even then, among 
 the English, he would have done better for the honor of God, 
 had he imitated m.ore the purity, dignity, and sublimity of the 
 original ; and this could have been done without obscuring the 
 sense even to the comprehension of the illiterate. 
 
 In the author's judgment there is a beauty and glory in the 
 Psalms of David, requiring the utmost efibrts of the first of po- 
 ets to versify them in a style most honorable to God, and 
 most useful to man. He has thought, that if a book of Eng- 
 lish metrical Psalms should come to us in the same pure, lofty, 
 lyrical form, in which the Psalms of David were written by in- 
 spiration of Jehovah ; if such a book should bring to us the 
 most beautiful and delightful strains of the sweet Psalmist of Is- 
 rael, his thrilling out-bursts of emotion, his sublime anthems of 
 praise to God, his rapturous joys, his glorious hopes ; — if we 
 could have a just transcript of his odes, which, as a mirror, re- 
 flect upon the eye all the beautiful and sublime scenery of Ju- 
 dea and the wonders of creation, and which hold up to view 
 the astonishing works and providences of God towards his cho- 
 sen people, all emblematical of his present works of power and 
 love towards his saints ; — if his songs, soft as the flowing wa- 
 ters, sweet as the stores, which the bee lays up in his cell, rich- 
 er than treasured gems and gold, more melodious, than the 
 voice of the lute or the harp, bursting out, at times, like light- 
 ning, with sudden brightness, and deep-toned and awful, like 
 the voice, speaking from the dark cloud; — he has thought, that 
 if the Psalms of David were given to us, in English, in the 
 same elevated style of poetry, in which they were given to the 
 Hebrews, there would be no occasion to imagine, that the book 
 would be made more useful and more subservient to the pur- 
 poses of devotion by wilfully defacing its beauty and degrading 
 its sublimity. 
 
 Fixing their attention on the prominent faults of Watts, some 
 writers seem unwilling to assign him his just rank as a poet, 
 which is the first rank among religious, lyrical poets. Dr. V. 
 Knox speaks of "the humble poetry of the good Watts ;'^ and 
 says, — "that saint often sung sweetly ; but there was some- 
 thing wanting to make his songs generally acceptable to the 
 lovers of classical poetry.*' Another English writer s'dys, — 
 "Watts was an excellent man, a strong reasoner, of undoubted 
 piety, and, perhaps a rarer virtue, of true Christian charity ; 
 but in our opinion he labored under an irreparable deficiency 
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XVIII PREFACE. 
 
 for the task, he undertook, — he was no poet. He had a great 
 corAmand of scriptural language, and an extraordinary facility 
 of versification ; but, though his piety may induce us to make 
 excuses for his poetry, his poetry will do little to excite dor- 
 mant piety. Yet, if we are dissatisfied with the rade, homely, 
 and unequal strains of Watts, we have still less taste for the 
 trim and smooth-dressed stanzas, into which Slerrick has soft- 
 ened down all the daring, the grandeur, the lyric luxuriance of 
 the Hebrew poets." — ^Dr. Johnson also says of Watts, "his 
 devotional poetry, like that of others, is unsatisfactory." 
 
 It were an irksome task to produce specimens of the humbler 
 poetry of Dr. Watts. If among his productions there are 
 whole Psalms, and many stanzas and lines, written in a tame 
 and homely manner, which the improved taste of the present 
 age cannot tolerate ; then unquestionably they ought to be 
 omitted in every book of Psalms, designed for public worship. 
 
 In respect to Rhyme, which is an essential part of modern 
 lyrical poetry, Watts was inexcusably careless. Dr. Johnson 
 remarked concerning his poetry generally, **his rhymes are not 
 always sufliciently correspondent." Besides introducing bad 
 rhymes, Watts also often neglected them altogether in parts of 
 his stanzas, for which by way of apology he inserts the follow- 
 ing note in his 2d book of Hymns, '*from the 70th to the 108th 
 Hymn I hope the reader will forgive the neglect of rhyme in 
 the first and third lines of the stanza." Besides these Hymns, 
 other Hymns and Psalms, and some of them in Long metre, 
 have the same fault. In thus rhyming only half the lines of a 
 stanza in Common metre Watts followed the slovenly manner, 
 in which much of Sternhold's and Tate's versions were written. 
 Were such stanzas printed properly, they should be in two 
 lines, instead of four, which was the case with some editions of 
 the New England Psalms. 
 
 Still more unsatisfactory are the irregularly rhymed Psalms 
 of Watts, in which, in some of the stanzas of the same piece, 
 all the lines rhyme, and in others only two of the lines. Thus 
 his 2dPs., Short metre, is perfectly rhymed in 4 stanzas, and 
 only half- rhymed in 6 stanzas. Such pieces have the appear- 
 ance of an elegant structure, half-built and left unfinished. It 
 were better to abolish altogether the occasional, interrupted 
 rhyming of the first and third lines, and thus leave a structure 
 of verse, rude indeed in plan, but complete, like the old meas- 
 ure of Sternhold. 
 
 Mr. Montgomery, the first lyrical and devotional poet of the 
 age, and whose rhymes and rhythm have an unequalled excel- 
 lence, will be heard with deference on a subject, on which he 
 is perfectly qualified to judge. In speaking of Watts' Psalms 
 
PREFACE. XIX 
 
 and Hymns, he says, "The faults are principally prosaic phra- 
 seology, rhymes worse than none, and none where good ones 
 are absolutely wanted to raise the verse upon its feet, and make 
 it go, according to the saying, *'on all-fours ;" though the me- 
 tre is generally free and natural, when his lines want every 
 other qualification of poetry." He adds, " these blemishes 
 were far less offensive , when he flourished, than they are in 
 the present more fastidious age, which requires exacter versifi- 
 cation, with pure, perfect rhymes ; — for bad rhymes are 
 much more obtrusive, than good ones; — these form a running 
 harmony through the verse, which is felt without being remar- 
 ked, and yet so essential to the music of the whole, that the oc- 
 casional flatness or absence of one is instantly recognized, and 
 produces a sense of wrong. — It is a great temptation to the in- 
 dolence of hymn-writers, that the quartain measures have been 
 so often used by Dr. Watts without rhyme in the first and thu*d 
 lines." 
 
 Rev. Tho. Milner, in his recently published valuable Life 
 of Dr. Watts, says, in speaking of his Hymns, — and his re- 
 marks will apply to the Psalms, — "His most frequent failings 
 are defective rhythm and prosaic phraseology ; the want of 
 rhymes between the first and third lines in the quartain meas- 
 ure is sensibly perceived, and occasions the hymn sometimes 
 to halt and stumble." — "The period, when he flourished, was 
 not so nicely critical as the present ; pure and perfect harmo- 
 ny was not so rigidly required ; what would naw be regarded 
 as false versification was practised by the mighty masters of 
 the lyre." 
 
 Rhyme is indeed not essential to metre, or rhythm, and con- 
 seqv.ently not essential to music. If we regard the ode or sa- 
 cred song in reference only to its being sung, or to the music, 
 the rhyme is ^f no consequence whatever. Anthems do not 
 lose their musical power by the absence of rhyme. Dr. Math- 
 er, as has been seen, wrote the whole book of Psalms in blank 
 verse, adapted to be sung. Music might be adapted to our 
 prose translation of the Psalms. We may take any stanzas of 
 Watts and destroy the rhymes, and still leave them with all the 
 other characters of lyrical poetry. For instance we might read 
 his 9 2d Psalm thus,— 
 
 Sweet is the work, O Lord, my God, 
 To praise thy name, give thanks and sing, 
 To show thy love by morning light. 
 And talk at eve of all thy truth. 
 
 Why then did not Dr. Watts write his Psalms in this way, 
 especially as, some will conceive, he could thus, unshackled, 
 
XX PREIACE. 
 
 best copy the originp.l ? Why do we require rhymes ? It is 
 because the Ode, — and a Psahii or Hymn is designed to be an 
 Ode, — is a composition, having other characters, besides me- 
 tre, or its relation to music. The laws oj English 'poetical 
 composition require rhyme; and, when these laws are regard- 
 ed, the pleasure of the musician is not impaired, and a new 
 pleasure is created for the reader, who may be destitute of 
 skill in music or of a relish for song. Mr. Montgomery 
 says, — " By universal usage rhyme seems to be almost indis- 
 pensable in lesser metres to distinguish the lines in recitation, 
 and give a certain finish to the cadence of each; as though the 
 strain were set to some kind of music, which played during 
 the dehvery, but called not off the attention from the subject, 
 the thoughts, nor the language." — An older authority is Sir 
 Philip Sidney, who, in his Defence of Poesy, says of modern 
 versifying, — '' the chief life of it standeth in that like sounding 
 of the words, which we call rhyme.'' ^ 
 
 The absence of rhyme is then inexcusable in the regular 
 English Ode ; and a barbarous rhyme, to an ear attuned to 
 poetry, is as intolerable, as a discord in the car of a musician. 
 They, who insist upon a perfect uniformity of long and short 
 syllables in the different stanzas of an ode, for the sake of the 
 tune, but who are contented with bad rhymes or the absence of 
 rhyme, betray a want of a correct taste and of a poetical ear. 
 
 Sacred poetry must necessarily, — if it would retain a place 
 as poetry, — be accommodated to the prevailing taste of the 
 age. At one period images and allusions may be acceptable, 
 which at another would not be tolerated. jMr. Milner, in his 
 Life of Watts, has thus alluded to one fault of his poetry, — *'It 
 would be an unprofitable task to particularise his luscious 
 phrases; phrases, which might easily be altered to advantage, 
 and which assuredly oiis^ht to have been long ago ; which to 
 a mind like Watts', will bespeak only the triumph of holy love, 
 but which are apt to convey to unhallowed imaginations a li- 
 centious image, and thus degrade the christian's fellowship 
 with his Redeemer, by an association with terms, indicative of 
 human fondness and familiarity." 
 
 These remarks may be applied as well to the Psalms as the 
 Hymns. " Another defect," as expressed by Mr. M., " is the 
 occurrence of harsh expressions, — phraseology, which seems 
 to appeal to angry and vindictive passions, — and to give ut- 
 terance to feelings, incongruous with the pure and heavenly 
 emotions, which influence the spiritual worshipper." 
 
 In consequence of a defect in his plan many of Watts' 
 Psalms are of such an excessive length, extending to 10 or 
 14 stanzas, as to be impossible to be sung. The expedient of 
 
PREFACE, XXI 
 
 selecting a few of the stanzas for the singers often leads to con- 
 fusion, besides making sometimes strange combinations of the 
 sentiment. 
 
 From these considerations the reader may acquiesce in the 
 remark of Mr. Milner, — *'The productions of C. Wesley have 
 been revised, and expurgated, and re-revised ; and the memo- 
 ry and claims of Watts imperatively demand a similar 
 service. ' ' 
 
 For these reasons the author has prepared tliis revision of 
 Watts' Psalms; and, after the necessary abridgements and omis- 
 sions, it seemed to him, that there were so many chasms left 
 in the parts of the Psalms of David, which might be adapted 
 to Cln:istian worsbip, as to furnish an opportunity for a new 
 version of all the Psalms, made by one hand, and of a uniform 
 character. It will be found, however, that, retaining 114 of 
 the Psalms of Watts, he has often versified a portion of the 
 Psalm, which was omitted by Watts, so that the two or more 
 versions are but different parts of the same Psalm of David. 
 
 Perhaps, it may be asked, whether this labor has not been 
 rendered unnecessary by editions of Watts, revised and abridg- 
 ed, which have been already published in this country ? In 
 answering this question it may be necessary to take a survey 
 of what has been done in this respect. 
 
 In 1785, at the request of the General Association of Cor.= 
 necticut, Mr. Joel Barlow, who was afterwards known as 
 ambassador to France, published an edition of Watts, containing 
 versions of the 12 Psalms, omitted by Watts, with considera- 
 ble alterations in 6 other Psalms, and various verbal changes. 
 Some of these are imperfectly rhymed; and none of them have 
 any peculiar excellence. The two best of them, the 8Sth and 
 the 137th, are said to have been written by Dr. Hopkins, 
 Tliis work had 70 Hymns annexed to it. There are omitted 
 about thirty entire pieces of Watts, besides many stanzas, A 
 few stanzas are interpolated, which Watts never wrote, and 
 changes are made much to the injury of the poetry. For in- 
 stance the phrase, in 46th Psalm, in reference to a stream^ 
 *' Our grief allay s,^^ is changed to '^ supports our faith;" — 
 "Through all her palaces," m Vs. 48th, is changed to "How 
 fair his heavenly grace;" — in Ps. 72, '* barbarous nations" is 
 changed to "western empires," and "leaps to loose his 
 chains" to "bujsts his chains ;" in Ps. 94, " when will the 
 fools to be wise," the word " fools" to " vain ;" in Ps. 145, 
 *' tottering days," descriptive of infancy, to '^sinking days ;" 
 in Ps. 31, "how wondrous is thy grace" to the strange line, 
 *' how sweet thy smiling face!" But few changes are made 
 C* 
 
XXII PREFACE. 
 
 for the sake of the rhyme ; and the worst rhymes of Watts 
 are retained. 
 
 Yet this is the edition of Watts, which in 1S30 was adopt- 
 ed, — with eight or ten Psahns from Dwight and others, — by 
 the General Assembly of the Presbyterian churches in this coun- 
 try. Were Barlow's new Psalms extremely beautiful and his 
 alterations of W^atts real improvements, there would still re- 
 main the unpleasant recollection, that the Presbyterian church- 
 es were indebted for their book of christian songs to one, who 
 died an unbeliever in the truth of the christian religion. 
 
 In 1795 Dr. Bei^knat published a selection of Psalms and 
 Hymns from Watts, Tate, Doddridge, Mrs. Steele, &:c. 
 Though he altered Watts at pleasure, it was not with reference 
 to the errors of the poetry or the improprieties of the rhyme. 
 
 In 1800 Dr. Dwight published his edition of Watts, — in 
 which he proposed to accommodate it to our republican insti- 
 tutions; also to versify what Watts had omitted, and to en- 
 large the number of proper, or heroic metres. A writer in the 
 Spirit of the Pilgrims has remarked on this work, *' There is 
 evidence enough, that it was no part of his conception to im- 
 prove the lyric character" of our psalms. Indeed his 10 
 versions in proper metre, most of the»n extending from 6 to 10 
 stanzas of 6 long lines each, are entirely unsuitable for public 
 worship. His 18th Psalm has 60 hexameter liijes. 
 
 Besides retaining the bad rhymes of Watts, the following 
 are some of the rhymes in the pieces, which are original; ''ar- 
 rayed, fed; showed, God; sway, free; beam, name; sin, de- 
 cline; o'erthrown, runs; smiles, hills; power, cure; force, doors; 
 prevail, tell; crew, now; presents, wants ; will, smiles ; moon, 
 sun." 
 
 Dr. Samuel Worcester was so aware of the imperfec- 
 tions of Dr. Watts' version, that in 1814 he abridged it, being 
 persuaded that by an abridgement " redundancies would be re- 
 trenched and passages of little merit would be excluded." He 
 omitted Parts and stanzas of Psalms and many Hymns; but 
 there was no attempt to improve the passages, which were re- 
 tained, and the work was not satisfactory to the public. In- 
 deed some of Watts' pieces, which are deemed peculiarly ex- 
 cellent, were struck out. In 1819 Dr, Worcester published 
 Watts entire^ with all his faults, adding 2-37 select Hymns. 
 In 1834 his son added 240 to these, making 474 Hymns. 
 Arbitrary marks for musical expression were invented by Dr. 
 W., being certain consonants, and vowels, not the established 
 symbols, used in the books of music. 
 
 In 1818 Rev. J. ?»I. Winchell, a Baptist minister in 
 Boston, published Watts entire, unaltered, except that the 
 
PREFACE. XXIII 
 
 Psalms and Hymns are intermingled, being arranged promiscu- 
 ously according to subjects. To this was added a selection of 
 327 Hymns, among which are nearly SO of Watts' Hymns, 
 from his Lyrics &c., which Watts himself did not think wor- 
 thy of being inserted in his Book for public worship. It is a 
 sufficient objection to the plan of Mr. W. that the Psalms are 
 too interesting and important, and too familiar to the reader, 
 to allow their order to be broken up and destroyed. 
 
 In 1832 the ** Church Psalmody" was published at Boston, 
 by Mr. L. Masox & Rev. D. Greeive, containing Select 
 Psalms and Hymns, in number 1185; of which 421 are from 
 Watts, omitting 300 of his pieces and many stanzas, so that on 
 the whole about one half of Watts' book is omitted. There 
 are added 150 pieces in the Psalms from Tate and Brady and 
 20 other writers. Except in a few instances there is no at- 
 tempt to correct the bad rhymes of Watts or of other writers, 
 as may be concluded from the following pairs of words, de- 
 signed to rhyme together : — "secure, more ; peace, days ; feet, 
 straight; laws, foes; joy, day; thoughts, faults; deserts, hearts; 
 light, wait; those, laws; commands, chains; heart, guard; stars, 
 years ; seeks, breaks ; theme, Lamb ; endured. Lord ; earth, 
 breath; condescend, stand; declarer, heir; change, strains; man, 
 concern; God, thought; far, appear; glory, adore thee; unheard, 
 barred; station, compassion; exert, heart; hour, secure;" and 
 hundreds of others but little more harmonious. 
 
 This work, by a misnomer, is entitled *' Psalmody," which 
 word implies actual singing, and not merely a book of odes. 
 It is understood, that it was chiefly compiled by Mr. Mason, 
 an eminent professor of music; and the alterations, made in the 
 Psalms and Hymns, seem to be made, not for the improvement 
 of the poetry, but in fact in many instances to its defacement, 
 for the sake of accommodating the lines to the mi/ sic. But 
 the sentiment, and the beauty of poetry should never be sacri- 
 ficed to the tune, it is easy to prepare Hymns with a dull, 
 weary uniformity of accent, like the fall of a hammer or the 
 beat of a drum ; and this may accommodate the singers, and 
 perhaps may be pleasing, so far as the mere music is concern- 
 ed. But surely sense is superior to sound; and there is a beau- 
 ty in poetry, which cannot exist without ease and variety. 
 
 Watts' line, in his 84th Psalm, '* Around thy throne of ma- 
 jesty," is changed to '^Around thy throne above the sky," ob- 
 viously for the sake of the music, to avoid the slender, closing 
 syllable of the word majesty , substituting for it the full sound 
 of sky. Music is gratified; but poetry is offended. The senti- 
 ment is enfeebled, and a needless repetition comes instead of a 
 new and sublime thought; for '^ above the sky" is synonymous 
 
XXIV PREFACE. 
 
 with *'on high" in the preceding line, and we lose the concep- 
 tion of the " Majesty'' of Jehovah, seated on the throne. The 
 poetic diction is also impaired by the substitution of monosyl- 
 lables for the word majesty. If to promote and express a spir- 
 it of devotion be the design of a Hymn; then the sentiment and 
 language are more important, than any difference between a 
 slender and a full sound of a particular syllable. 
 
 The last line of the same Psalm, 2d part, of Watts is this, 
 "Blest is the man, who trusts in Thee.'' And these are the 
 exact closing words of the Psalmist. This is the inspired sen- 
 timent; the important principle, taught by the whole Psalm. 
 But we have, instead of it, the sonorous lines, — 
 
 '' Display thy grace — exeit thy power. 
 
 Till all on earth thy name adore !" 
 
 An unpleasant poetic effect is also produced by the recurrence 
 of the wordj display, immediately after the word, obey, which 
 ends the preceding line. 
 
 In Watts' 90th Ps. is this line, " Nor will our minutes stay;'* 
 which is changed to " Our feeble powers decay;" diverting the 
 thought from the rapid flight of time; and then the phrase, 
 '* Just like a flood" is changed to " Swift as a flood," when 
 the reference of the Psalmist and of Watts is to the impetuous 
 power ^ rather than to the swiftness of the flood. The word 
 <« powers," may be sung better than Watts' slender word, 
 *« minutes;" but the change impairs the sentiment. 
 
 For the same musical reasons the following changes in Watts 
 are made to the injury of the sense or the poetry; Ps. 90. 
 
 *' Till a wise care of piety," to 
 
 ** Till, cleansed by grace, wc all may be;" 
 Ps. 144; " And mountains tremble at his fiown," to 
 
 *' While terrors wait his awful frown." 
 
 In this last case the slender sound, at, is avoided; but the sub- 
 lime sentiment of the Psalmist, " touch the mountains, and 
 they shall smoke," is obliterated, and changed into the unim- 
 pressive abstraction of" terrors waiting upon a frown." 
 
 Ps. 19. Watts says, *^ Bless the dark world," which is 
 changed to " Oh, bless the world." Bless may sound better 
 than the, in the accented place; but here again the sense and 
 the poetry are sacrificed to the music. In a similar spirit is the 
 following change made in Ps. 25; " Through the wide earth thy 
 name is spread," to "Through all the earth thy name is 
 spread' — substituting the general epithet all for the descriptive 
 one wide , and restoring the dull uniformity for the sake of 
 the singers. Thus too, in Watts' 100th Ps. "And earth with 
 her ten thousand tongues," is, for the sake of the music, de- 
 
PREFACE. XXV 
 
 prived of its rapid poetical movement and changed into the 
 strange line, '' and earth with all her thousand tongues." The 
 phrase " ten thousand" is indefinite, meaning a great multitude, 
 or innumerable, but ^^ all her thousand" means a definite num- 
 ber. 
 
 For the sake of the music the plural form of Watts is often 
 changed to the singular to the injury of the sentiment; as '' hon- 
 ors" to " honor" in Ps. 95th; and as in 98th Ps. ''No more 
 let sins and sorrows grow," changed to " sin and sorrow," — 
 whereas the plural is required in order to correspond with the 
 plural thorns in the next line. Sin and sorrow are not each a 
 single plant or tree, but a wilderness of weeds, or a forest. 
 Moreover, euphony requires the plural, to prevent the meeting 
 of the same sounds, sorrow groiv. 
 
 Ps. 19th, '^ the soul" is changed to *'my soul," and "sweet 
 surprise" to «'glad surprise ;" but as flesh and soul are contras- 
 ted, the phrase ^'the soul " is to be preferred to ^'my soul ; " 
 and the other change seems no improvement of Watts' admi- 
 rable stanza. Ps. 119, 8th part, Watts' line, '* 'Tis a broad 
 land, — of wealth unknown," is changed to *"Tis like a land," 
 and despoiled of its beauty, reducing the metaphor to a simile, 
 for the sake of the musical accent on like. 
 
 Similar injurious changes are made in Watts' Hymns for 
 the sake of musical efl^ect. Bk. I. H. 3. the Rhyme, ''appears, 
 bears," is destroyed by the words, "appears, near." The 
 beautiful verse in H. 97, 
 
 *'Thus shall our better thoughts approve 
 The methods of thy chastening love," 
 is changed to 
 
 "Then shall our grateful voice declare 
 How free thy tender mercies are ! " 
 
 And this to the injury of the sense and the poetic diction, obvi- 
 ously for the sake of avoiding the slender sounds of better, 
 methods of. In H. 102 the sentiment is injured by sub- 
 stituting "faithful" for "sufferers," and by changing the no- 
 ble line, "Glory and joy are their reward," to " Eternal life is 
 their reward," all for the sake of the music. In H. 108 a 
 beautiful stanza, ending with " And heaven begins below," is 
 destroyed for the sake of the music. In H. 140 "our fancies, 
 — airy flights," is changed, by misapprehension of the mean- 
 ing, to "fancy's airy flights." 
 
 In Book II. H. 3, erroneously ascribed to Doddridge, 
 Watts had said, " Up to the I^ord our flesh shall fly," rela- 
 ting to the resurrection of the body. This is altered to saitits. 
 M. 4. the rhymes, made by the words,^"my dying God, — the 
 
XXVI PREFACE. 
 
 droppings of thy blood," are destroyed by the substituted phra- 
 ses, "my gracious Lord, — with atoning blood ;" for although 
 "God and blood" maybe tolerated as rhymes, yet "Lord and 
 blood" cannot be. 
 
 Sometimes there is a bad transposition of Watts' stanzas, as 
 in H. 10. By omissions in H. 16 two stanzas are brought to- 
 gether, whose last two lines have the same rhyme, "above, 
 love." In H. 23, for the sake of the music the word sit is 
 changed to echo, and angels are made to suig and echo, hi 
 H. 64. " his throne," the throne of God, is changed to " thy 
 throne," the throne of the church. In H. 66 " the whole 
 race" is changed to " all the mce," for the sake of the good 
 sounding word, "all," which in many other places is introdu- 
 ced solely for the sake of its sound. As in H. 104, " Let the 
 wide earth," changed to, " Let all the earth." In H. 129, 
 *'faith supplies a heavenly ray" is changed to inspires, much 
 to the disaster of the sense, for we cannot conceive of inspir- 
 ing a ray. InB. III. H. 13, beginning with, "How sweet and 
 awful," Watts has these lines, 
 
 ''While all our hearts and all our songs, — 
 
 Each of us cry, with thankful tongues." 
 The last line is changed to 
 
 "Each of us cries with thankful tongue;" 
 
 this may seem better logic, as each man has only a tongue 
 yet the rhyme and the poetry arc gone. 
 
 These specimens of the changes made in Watts will sho 
 the principles, on which the changes are made in the " Churcl 
 Psalmody." The design is to render the Psalms and Hym 
 more easy to be sung ; the effect is often to obscure the vig- 
 or and sublimity of the sense and to deface the beauty of the 
 poetry. 
 
 It is impossible, that a book of genuine poetry can be writ- 
 ten, all the stanzas of which shall be broken down to the dull 
 .uniformity of musical accent. I 
 
 Rev. Wm. Mason, precentor of York, England, skilled 
 both in poetry and music, in his Treatise on "Parochial Psalm- 
 ody," remarks, that no musical " Strain, Air, or Melody can 
 unite itself so well with the succeeding stanzas" of the poetry 
 as it did with the first, for which it was composed. In referencf 
 to music, he says, "as the accent or rhythm of the verse varies, 
 so also should the rhythm and accent of the music. " He then 
 adds what is of great weight, " But it is not to be expected, 
 that a poet of any Rhythmical ear, even though a mere versifiei 
 of the Psalms, could bear the 77i o7ioto7iy, which would result 
 in recitation from arranging his lines to a perfectly similar flow 
 
PREFACE. XXVir 
 
 or cadence, in order to adapt them to those of the first foar or 
 six Hnes, to which the music perfectly suits." 
 
 There is a just mediuQi to be sought. There must be metre, 
 rhythm, a general regular jHow of poetical accent ; yet every 
 line is not to be placed on the bed of the tyrant. Mr. Bartrum 
 has well observed, that it is not right to sacrifice *' the music 
 of an idea to an intonation of voice." He insists, very prop- 
 erly, that the music must bend to ** the just license of Iambic 
 verse, — the intervention of a dactyle, and commencing w4th a 
 trochee, — a license, which ought not to be abandoned, if it 
 could, but which cannot be abandoned." 
 
 It ought to be remembered, that one excellence, one essen- 
 tial beauty in an ode, is a little variety of accent and cadence, 
 especially when there is a change in the sentiment. Let any 
 one read the two last stanzas of Watts' 100th Ps. 2d part, and 
 observe the poetic beauty arising from this change. 
 
 \^ \^ — v^ — \^ — 
 
 We'll crowd thy gates | witli thankful songs; 
 
 — ^^ \^ >^ v^ 
 
 High as the heav'ns [ our voices raise, 
 
 \»» «»• V^ W —' 1^ — 
 
 And earth, | with her ten thousand tongues, 
 
 v^ — w' — w — v.; — 
 
 Shall fill thy courts | with sounding praise. 
 
 The first and fourth lines have a uniform accent. In the sec- 
 ond and third lines there is a beautiful change of accent, and 
 in the third a change of pause, adapted to rapid, vehement 
 emotion. Yet this beauty is destroyed in the Church Psalmo- 
 dy by the line, " And earth with all her thousand tongues." 
 To complete the work, the second line should have been alter- 
 ed thus, 
 
 w — -^ — 
 
 "As high as heaven our voices raise;" 
 then there would have been one uniform fall of the accent 
 from the beginniuo- to the end. 
 
 It may be further remarked, that the ''Church Psalmody" 
 has no version of 17 whole Psalms ; and omits also stan- 
 zas of Watts, wdiich "^have poetical excellence and with the 
 omission of which one can hardly be content ; and that 
 besides the multitude of intolerable, uncorrected rhymes, 
 which it retains, it has also more than two hundred Psalms and 
 Hymns, which are only half rhymed, the first and thhd lines 
 bemg left without any attempt at rhyme. 
 
 After this survey of the editions of Watts, with which the 
 author is acquainted, he may be permitted to say, that he 
 deems a new Psalm and Hymn book necessary, in the present 
 
XXVIII PREFACE. 
 
 improved state of the public taste, for the purposes of congre- 
 gational worship. He has endeavored to meet the claims of 
 the public taste and the wants of the churches. 
 
 In regard to rhyme, which is the lowes^, yet an essential 
 quality of an English ode, he has proposed not to insert a single 
 piece, which is not entirely rhymed. And in this respect his 
 book, so far as his knowledge extends, is the first English 
 Psalm and Hymn Book of this character, which has ever been 
 published. And as to the rhymes in the 600 pieces of his own 
 composition, he flatters himself, that they will all be found al- 
 lowable if not unexceptionable. He must confess, however, that 
 from a reluctance to alter the lines of Watts, which are recor- 
 ded in the hearts of Christians, he has retained many of his 
 questionable but more tolerable rhymes, — such, as would hard- 
 ly be allowable in a modern writer. He has in foot, from this 
 cause, abandoned many alterations, which he had niade in 
 Watts, and preserved his lines, as far as possible, unaltered. 
 
 For the changes made he deems no apology necessary. Dr. 
 Watts Hymns were published in 1707. The next year, in 
 preparing a second edition, he requested a friend to point out 
 to him * 'those lines, which are otiensive to the weak and pious, 
 shocking and disgustful to the polite, or obscure to the vulgar 
 capacity." He accordingly added a hundred and fifty new 
 Hymns, and altered nearly "half a hundred lines." He says, 
 "Some, that were less otfensive, were let pass ; for the book- 
 seller desired I would not change too much." About this time 
 he sold his copy right ; and this circumstance, tbough he liv- 
 ed 40 years afterwards, deprived him of the power of amend- 
 ing and improving his own Hymns. He said in his old age to 
 Mr. Grove, who suggested a particular change, "that he should 
 bo glad to do it, but it was out of his power ; for he had par- 
 ted with the copy-right and the bookseller would not suffer 
 any such alteration." It must be a strange prejudice, which 
 Dr. Watts would have condemned, that, after the lapse of 128 
 years, deems his Hymns too perfect or too sacred to be altered. 
 
 A deceased friend has said, that in Dr. Watts' book " are 
 hundreds of verses, which he would readily part with ;" not- 
 withstanding this, he would retain the whole, unabridged, un- 
 altered, — all, that is repugiumt to the sense of propriety and 
 the refined taste of the present age, — all, that is barbarous in 
 poetry and unfit to be sung, — because he could not trust any 
 person "to cross and blot for him." If, however, the memory 
 of Watts and the claims of devotion require the thing to be 
 done ; some one must do it ; and he, who should do the work 
 with tolerable skill, may be regarded as having done a public 
 
 ^1 
 
PREFACE. XXIX 
 
 service. Nor does such a work seem to require "a greater lyr- 
 ic poet than Watts himself." 
 
 The principles, by which the author has endeavored to be 
 governed, are the following : 
 
 1 . As a Hymn or a religious Ode was originally designed to 
 be an address to God, commemorative of his mercies and attri- 
 butes, most of the pieces for public worship should contain such 
 an address. 
 
 2. Yet as the religious Ode may be confined to the object of 
 awakening in the heart benevolent and pious emotions, some 
 pieces may be merely hortatory, or addressed only to Chris- 
 tians, or sinners ; as Heber's missionary Hymn, No. 384. 
 
 3. Religious Odes for public worship should be general or 
 congregational ; yet the first person singular may often be 
 properly used, the piece being supposed to be sung by each 
 one. 
 
 4. The religious Ode must be founded in true, important sen- 
 timent ; yet the design is not so much to teach, as to excite, 
 or to awaken and express holy emotions of souk 
 
 5. There should be, for the most part, a single important 
 sentiment, and the ode, having a beginning, middle, and end, 
 should close with emphasis, or with the sublimest thought and 
 expression. 
 
 6. The religious Ode must be distinguished from prose, by 
 somethiag besides rhyme and metre, which, although indispen- 
 sable accompaniments, do not constitute poetry. A perfect 
 measure, an uniform succession of accented syllables, and per- 
 fect mellifiluousness of sound may present only the form of 
 poetry, while its spirit is wanting. Two things are essential ; 
 first, the thought or conception must be sublime or new, inter- 
 esting, and aifecting ; and, next, the language must be select, 
 pure, and beautiful. Often, too, illustrative imagery will be 
 required. The best theology, with a poverty of imagination 
 and vulgarity of language, though in good rhyme, can hardly 
 be called poetry. There should be combined, as far as possible, 
 new and lofty thought, deep feeling, beautiful images, beautiful 
 language, with good metre, and good rhyme. 
 
 If the author has studied the laws of poetical melody, and 
 paid all proper respect also to musical accent, — even writing 
 many of his pieces with the music before him, to which they 
 are adapted, — he has at the same time been anxious not to suf- 
 fer the study of grace ever to break down the strength of the 
 sentiment. In his version of the Psalms he uniformly studied 
 the Psalm and endeavored to catch its spirit, without any refer- 
 ence to other versions. Nor does he recollect that, except in 
 D 
 
XXX PREFACE. 
 
 one or two instances, he has borrowed a line from any other 
 author ; though, doubtless, in writing about ten thousand linea 
 his memory may have unconsciously furnished him with a few 
 lines, borrowed from others. Never, in a Psalm or Hymn, 
 has he been willing to sacrifice sense to sound ; nor does he 
 conceive, that the necessity of rhyme has impaired the senti- 
 ment. 
 
 The reasons of a multitude of changes cannot be given in detail; 
 they may be comprised in a regard to rhyme, poetry, musical ac- 
 cent, sense, and devotion. In Watts, Book II, H, 55; st. 5, the 
 phrase '* Good God;" and in Church Psalmody, p. 509 and 520, 
 the phrase '' Great God," liave been altered, because, as no ad- 
 dress to God followed, and they seemed to be mere rhetorical ex- 
 clamations, it was not easy to discriminate between tiiem and pro- 
 fane expressions. 
 
 In the 2d stanza of Heber's missionary Hymn, the sense is imper- 
 fect, and on this account, perhaps, Montgomery, in his Church 
 Psalmist, has omitted the whole stanza. The author has ventured 
 to correct the stanza: and, in all pieces, has made the changes, 
 which seemed to be required. 
 
 This book has a greater variety of metres, than any other book 
 of Psalms and Hymns: and an attempt has been made to adapt the 
 metres to the subject. In the seven syllable trochaic measure there 
 are 183 pieces; in the 6 and 4 measure it has 31. The Church 
 Psalmody has, of the first, 108 pieces and, of the last, 5j and has 
 in metres, oifier than the Long, Common, and Short, 230 or 240 
 pieces. Tins book has 368. 
 
 In the selected Hymns it will be seen, that many changes have 
 been made, either to give rhymes to unrhymed lines, or to correct 
 bad ones, or to produce a greater uniformity of accent, for the sake 
 of the music, when it could be done without impairing an excellence 
 more important. 
 
 To all his pieces the author has endeavored to give a lyrical 
 character: he has endeavored to make them, in sentiment and form, 
 suitable to be sung, and suitable for public worship. The emotions, 
 expressed in an ode or lyrical piece, may be strong, however, 
 without the utterance of" alas," " hark," and "^ oh," and without 
 any address to God. There is no address to God in 65 of the 212 
 Episcopal Hymns. In fact as many as 40 of the Psalms of David 
 contain no direct address to God: while yet they are lyrical, and in- 
 dicative of pious emotions, some of them being inscribed to the chief 
 musician. The soul in its deep affections dwells on the truths, or 
 facts, which relate to God: and the consideration of these truths 
 may occupy the greater part of an ode, while the out-burst of praise 
 to God may be found only in the closing lines: — or these truths 
 may occupy the whole of the piece without destroying its lyrical 
 character. There may be deep emotion, which is not noisy. Wo 
 must look to the sentiment, to the diction, to the imagery, to the 
 stiucture of the piece, in order to determine its lyrical character. 
 
 Some writers have maintained, that the 119th Psalm, being di- 
 
 
PREFACE. XXXI 
 
 dactic, was not lyrieal : yet if poetical structure, beautiful senti- 
 ment, fervent feeling, and constant address to God constitute an 
 ode, that Psalm is an admirable lyrical composition. The author 
 has given an entire version of it in the trochaic measure, as best a- 
 dapted to express i(s character. 
 
 In versifying the Psalms generally he has endeavored to avoid the 
 two extremes of being too literal and too paraphrastic in his ver- 
 sion; but the latter error he deems more inexcusable, than the for- 
 mer. God, in his infinite wisdom, knows what truths to communi- 
 cate, and in what manner; with what illustrations and accompani- 
 ments. If, then, the author should_take a Psalm, and in what he 
 calls a version should bring together solemn and interesting truths, 
 derived, not from that Psalm, but from other sources; how could 
 this be called a version of that Psalm ? As, however, parts of some 
 of the Psalms are historical and contain narratives of events, not 
 adapted for Christian psalmody, or are otherwise not adapted to 
 the purposes of lyrical composition; in these cases only the spirit 
 of the Psalm can be given, or some one event may be selected and 
 modified to Chris^tian use. But where the Psalm is suitable for 
 present use, the version should adhere closely to the original. By 
 these views the author has been governed. He has endeavored to 
 give rather copies than imitations of the Psalms. 
 
 Besides his own Hymns, he has made an ample selection of 
 Hymns from the most interesting and valuable collections in the 
 English language, and has endeavored to arrange them in a clear, 
 well studied method, which is indicated at the top of each page. 
 In respect to the adaptation of the music to the pieces of this book 
 a Notice is annexed of Mr. JVoyf.s, a Teacher of music. This book 
 contains 1243 lyrical pieces; of these 660 are Psalms and 583 are 
 Hymns. Of the Psalms 400 are original; of the Hymns 200 j all 
 of which have been written with a double regard to the laws of po- 
 etical and of musical composition j but with what harmony of these 
 and with what melody and inspiration of song it is for the public 
 ear to judge. Most happy must be that sacred minstrel, of whom 
 nt may be said, through the blessing of God upon his harping, as 
 archbishop Pai ker said of David, 
 
 '*\Vith golden stringes such harmonic 
 
 His harpe so sweete did wrest. 
 
 That he relievd his phrenesie. 
 
 Whom wicked sprites possest." 
 
 Brunswick, Maine, June 3, 1835. 
 
XXXII 
 
 EXPLANATION OF THE MARKS OF MUSICAL 
 
 ITALIAN. 
 
 m mezzo, 
 
 P 
 mp 
 
 PP 
 
 f 
 
 mf 
 
 ff 
 
 dol 
 
 Aff 
 
 len 
 
 piano, 
 
 mezzo piano, 
 pianissimo, 
 forte, 
 
 mezzo forte, 
 fortissimo, 
 dolce, 
 affettuoso, 
 lent undo. 
 
 <: crescendo, 
 or cres. 
 
 > diminuendo, 
 or dim. 
 
 EXPRESSION. 
 
 middle, neither loud nor soft. In 
 this way are to be sung the passa- 
 ges, which have no mark, 
 soft. 
 
 middle soft, or a little soft, 
 very soft, 
 loud. 
 
 middle loud, or a little loud, 
 very loud. 
 
 in agentlc, smooth, gliding manner^ 
 with deep and tender feeling, 
 gradually becoming slower and 
 softer to the end. 
 increasing louder and louder. 
 
 diminishing, softer and softer. 
 
 M staccato, 
 
 increasing, then diminishing, 
 diminishing, then increasing, 
 short, distinct, articulate, 
 at the beginning of a line contra- 
 dicts or counteracts the preceding 
 mark. In the midtUe, or at the 
 close, it denotes a pause, which 
 may be longer or shorter, as the 
 occasion may require. 
 
 NOTICE TO SINGERS. 
 The subscriber, in supeiiiUending tlie adapting of the music to 
 lliis book of Psalms and Hymns, lias had occasion to examine eve- 
 ry stanza witii reference to its being fitted to be sung. The tunes 
 named need not always be used ; — they are designed to express the 
 general character of the tunes, which would be adapted to the piece. 
 In respect to the Psalms, of the two tunes, whicii arc mentioned, 
 the first is triken from the "Choir," of Mr. Lowell Mason, and the 
 second from the " Boston Academy's Collection," prepared by the 
 same author. In the Hymns the first of the two tunes is taken 
 from the "Boston Academy's Collection," and the second from the 
 *'AncientLyre"by Mr. Charles Zeuner: — which works, and espe- 
 cially the two last, are recommended to singers, where this book 
 may be introduced. Yet many of the tunes, referred to, are found 
 also in the Handel and Haydn Collection and in Mr. Gould's Na- 
 tional Church Harmony. CHARLES J. NOYES. 
 Brunswick, June, 1835. 
 
XXX. n 
 
 A TABLE of the HYMNS OF WATTS, as referred to 
 Hymns in this book. 
 
 BOOK I. 
 
 w. 
 
 A. 
 
 W. 
 
 A. 
 
 W. 
 
 A. 
 
 1 
 
 . . 185 
 
 79 . 
 
 403 
 
 113 . 
 
 . 303 
 
 2 
 
 , 80 
 
 81 . . 
 
 404 
 
 115 . 
 
 . 261 
 
 3 
 
 . 83 
 
 82 . 
 
 15 
 
 116 . 
 
 . 335 
 
 6 . 
 
 . 466 
 
 83 . . 
 
 467 
 
 117 , 
 
 . 27 
 
 6 
 
 . 486 
 
 87 . . 
 
 288 
 
 118 . 
 
 . 231 
 
 7 
 
 , 284 
 
 88 . 
 
 454 
 
 119 . 
 
 , 140 
 
 8 , 
 
 . 358 
 
 89 . . 
 
 242 
 
 120 . 
 
 . 315 
 
 9 
 
 . 283 
 
 91 . 
 
 243 
 
 122 , 
 
 , 329 
 
 10 
 
 , 51 
 
 92 . , 
 
 82 
 
 125 . 
 
 . 128 
 
 14 
 
 . 131 
 
 93 , , 
 
 232 
 
 127 . 
 
 . 132 
 
 16 . 
 
 . 81 
 
 94 . , 
 
 304 
 
 128 . 
 
 . 372 
 
 17 , 
 
 . 487 
 
 95 . . 
 
 199 
 
 129 . 
 
 . 302 
 
 IS . 
 
 . 492 
 
 97 , . 
 
 139 
 
 132 . 
 
 . 336 
 
 32 . 
 
 . 364 
 
 98 . . 
 
 143 
 
 134 . 
 
 . 333 
 
 41 . 
 
 . 509 
 
 100 . . 
 
 310 
 
 135 . 
 
 . 119 
 
 48 . 
 
 . 323- 
 
 101 . . 
 
 265 
 
 186 , 
 
 , 332 
 
 61 . 
 
 . 33 
 
 102 , . 
 
 295 
 
 137 . 
 
 . 118 
 
 57 . 
 
 . 209 
 
 103 . . 
 
 293 
 
 139 . 
 
 . 328 
 
 58 . 
 
 . 387 
 
 105 . . 
 
 512 
 
 140 . 
 
 . 316 
 
 61 . 
 
 . 126 
 
 108 . . 
 
 160 
 
 142 . 
 
 . 114 
 
 62 . 
 
 . 187 
 
 109 , , 
 
 311 
 
 143 . 
 
 . 297 
 
 63 . 
 
 . 106 
 
 110 . . 
 
 490 
 
 144 . 
 
 . 208 
 
 64 , 
 
 , 317 
 
 Ill . . 
 
 290 
 
 145 , 
 
 . 123 
 
 65 . 
 
 . 386 
 
 112 . . 
 BOOK 
 
 133 
 II. 
 
 149 . 
 
 150 . 
 
 . 124 
 . 116 
 
 A 
 
 483 
 150 
 165 
 271 
 272 
 
 70 
 166 
 353 
 459 
 523 
 331 
 478 
 
 63 
 482 
 458 
 190 
 
 W. 
 
 35 
 
 38 
 39 
 41 
 47 
 48 
 52 
 54 
 55 
 58 
 59 
 60 
 63 
 64 
 65 
 66 
 
 A, 
 
 W. 
 
 359 
 
 67 . . 
 
 334 
 
 72 . . 
 
 457 
 
 74 , . 
 
 43 
 
 76 . . 
 
 91 
 
 77 . . 
 
 455 
 
 79 . . 
 
 477 
 
 86 . . 
 
 40 
 
 88 . , 
 
 453 
 
 89 , . 
 
 456 
 
 90 . . 
 
 157 
 
 91 . . 
 
 479 
 
 93 . . 
 
 484 
 
 94 . . 
 
 357 
 
 95 . . 
 
 488 
 
 103 . . 
 
 491 
 
 104 , . 
 
 A. 
 9 
 
 74 
 
 274 
 
 100 
 
 320 
 
 88 
 
 522 
 
 149 
 
 104 
 
 110 
 
 183 
 
 42 
 
 41 
 
 113 
 
 89 
 
 90 
 
XXXIV 
 
 105 - 
 
 - 278 
 
 130 
 
 . 
 
 - 200 
 
 151 - 
 
 • 47 
 
 106 - 
 
 - 280 
 
 131 
 
 _ 
 
 - 48 
 
 152 - 
 
 - 50 
 
 107 - 
 
 - 337 
 
 133 
 
 - 
 
 - 198 
 
 153 - 
 
 - 211 
 
 108 - 
 
 - 109 
 
 136 
 
 - 
 
 - 139 
 
 158 - 
 
 - 213 
 
 110 - 
 
 - 485 
 
 137 
 
 - 
 
 - 95 
 
 159 - 
 
 - 210 
 
 112 - 
 
 - 352 
 
 138 
 
 - 
 
 - 52 
 
 160 - 
 
 - 214 
 
 113 - 
 
 - 354 
 
 139 
 
 - 
 
 - 136 
 
 161 - 
 
 - 296 
 
 114 - 
 
 - 96 
 
 140 
 
 . 
 
 - 138 
 
 164 - 
 
 - 462 
 
 118 - 
 
 - 134 
 
 142 
 
 - 
 
 . 125 
 
 165 - 
 
 - 330 
 
 120 - 
 
 - 45 
 
 144 
 
 - 
 
 - 373 
 
 166 - 
 
 - 14 
 
 122 - 
 
 - 346 
 
 146 
 
 - 
 
 - 461 
 
 168 - 
 
 - 10 
 
 125 - 
 
 . 309 
 
 148 
 
 _ 
 
 - 122 
 
 169 - 
 
 - 16 
 
 129 - 
 
 - 313 
 
 150 
 
 - 
 
 - 261 
 
 170 - 
 
 - 17 
 
 
 
 BOOK 
 
 III, 
 
 
 
 W. 
 
 A. 
 
 W. 
 
 
 A. 
 
 W. 
 
 A. 
 
 1 
 
 - 516 
 
 5 
 
 - 
 
 - 550 
 
 19 - 
 
 - 557 
 
 2 - 
 
 - 553 
 
 6 
 
 - 
 
 - 551 
 
 22 - 
 
 - 551 
 
 3 
 
 - 548 
 
 7 
 
 - 
 
 - 558 
 
 23 . 
 
 - 553 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Pa^e. 
 
 A bilter cup we drink 596 
 
 Affliction comes not from 538' 
 
 A film impervious to ilie 472 
 Ah, how can man, with guilt 521 1 
 
 Ah, lovely appearance 625 
 
 Ah, lovely appearance, 627 
 
 All-gl.rious God, thy 863' 
 
 All hail the pow'r of Jesus' 417 
 
 Allur'd hy pleasure's 504j 
 
 All ye, who love the Lord, 354j 
 
 Almighty God, eternal Lord 395! 
 
 Almighty ruler of the skies 13! 
 
 Almighty Savior, here 647i 
 
 Almighty Sfurit, now 466 
 
 Although the fig tree fail 542, 
 
 Although thy people oft 1411 
 
 Amaz'd, what do I see 632 
 
 Amazing giief, 420 
 
 Am I a soldier of 529: 
 
 Amidst the bloom of youth 587! 
 
 Amidst thy wrath remember 91 1 
 
 And live we, wretches, 506! 
 
 And must this body die 615' 
 
 And now another week 3991 
 
 And will the great 195| 
 
 Angels, roll the rock 415 
 
 Are all the fjes of Zion 132| 
 
 Are sinners now so 25: 
 
 Arise, my gracious God 32 
 
 Arise, O King of grace, 302 
 
 Arm of the Lord, awake, 567 
 
 As flow'ry grass, cut 87 
 
 As for the water brook 101 
 
 Asham'd be all the boast 410 
 
 Asham'd of Jesus, 514 
 
 Asham'd to lift her 506 
 
 As ocean-trav'llers free 246 
 
 As pants the hart 99 
 
 As pants the hart 101 
 
 As the benighted 299 
 
 As the hart for water 102 
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 As truth reproves 510 
 
 A temple hast Thou 593 
 
 At God's right hand , behold 251 
 Attenrl, O Lord, unto ray cry 32 
 Attend while God's 465 
 
 Awake and sing a song 455 
 
 Awake, my soul, and with 571 
 Awake, my soul, stretch 530 
 
 Av\ake, my tongue 376 
 
 Awake, our souls, our 529 
 
 Awake, ye saints, to praise 311 
 A zeal, not kindled 473 
 
 BACKWARD with humble 469 
 
 Baptiz'd into our Savior's 647 
 
 Beautiful is Zion's hill 118 
 Before Jehovah's awful throne226 
 
 Begin my soul th' exalted 348 
 
 Beliold a countless throng 636 
 
 Behold, a stranger at 493 
 
 Behold, bless ye the Lord 309 
 
 Behold, bless ye the Lord 310 
 Behold, how Zion'fe moimtaiull9 
 
 Behold, O how pleasant 309 
 
 Behold, O Lord, our guilty 580 
 
 Behold th' amazing sight 413 
 
 Behold, the blind 411 
 
 Behold tl'.e heav'ns and see 373 
 
 Behold the lofty sky 41 
 
 Behold the love, the 84 
 
 Behold the man, 435 
 
 Behold the morning sun 41 
 
 Behold the sure foundation 264 
 
 Behold the works of God 248 
 
 Behold thy suff'ring- Zion, 187 
 
 Behold what wondrous grace 526 
 
 Behold yon waterfall, 374 
 
 Be kind' to us, O Lord, 158 
 
 Be merciful in my distress 139 
 
 Beneath our feet and o'er 609 
 
 Bestow , blest Lord 587 
 
XXXVI 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 page. 
 
 Bethesda's pool, through 419 
 
 Be thou my fortress, Lord ' 167 
 
 Be thou my refuge, God 136 
 
 Be Thou, O God of might 13" 
 
 Blessing, glory, wisdom 661 
 
 BJfss, O my soul, the living 231 
 
 Bless, O my soul, the Lord 23r 
 
 Blest angels, while we 571 
 
 Blest are men, of lives 271 
 
 Blest are the humble souls, 51-i 
 
 Blest are the sons of peace 30( 
 
 Blest are the souls, 20^ 
 
 Blest be the Lord, 334 
 
 Blest is he, that feareth 297 
 Blest is he, whose prudent 
 
 Blest i^ he, whose sin's 77 
 
 Blest is the man, forever 74 
 
 Blest is the man, that 2 
 
 Blest is the man, who fears 128 
 
 Blest is the man, who loves 98 
 
 Blest is the man, whose feet 1 
 Blest is the man, whose heart 97 
 
 Blest is the nation, which 80 
 
 Blest Jesus, who didst leave 527 
 
 Blest morning, whose first 400 
 
 Blest Savior, may I never be 645 
 
 Blood hath a voice 432 
 
 Boast not in mischief 131 
 
 Broad is (he way, that leads 471 
 
 Buried in shadows 434 
 
 By day, by night, 38! 
 
 By th' apostle thrice denied 513 
 
 CAN aught beneath a pcw'r 465 
 
 Can creatures to perfection 371 
 
 Captives, in distant land 321 
 
 Captives, we sat by Babel's 322 
 
 Cease, ye mourners, 608 
 
 CheerM by the orb of day 478 
 
 Children, in years and 81 
 
 Children of Zion, praise 355 
 
 Christ and his cross is all 435 
 
 Christ doth his saints 651 
 
 Christ, my Shepherd, 54 
 
 Christ, the Lord, is ris'n 62 
 
 Clap youi hands, and loud 11-1 
 
 Cleaving to the dust, 27> 
 
 Come, all ye weary 431 
 
 Come and make a joyful 227 
 
 Come and the works of God 110 
 
 Come, children, learn 82 
 
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 Come, glorious Lord 424 
 
 Come, gracious Spirit, 462 
 
 Come, hearken unto me 83 
 
 Come, Holy Ghost, all 460 
 Come, Holy Ghost, my heart 468 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, come 462 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, 460 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, 647 
 
 Con e, let our voices 214 
 
 Come, let our voices sing 586 
 
 Come, let us awake 531 
 
 Come, let us join 458 
 
 Come, let us lift our 418 
 
 Come now, ye sinners, 495 
 
 Come, O come, and let 216 
 
 Come on, my partners 547 
 
 Come, O Thou traveller 452 
 
 Come, sinners, attend 493 
 Come, sound his praise abroad216 
 
 Come, trembling sinner, 498 
 Come we, who love the Lord 390 
 
 Come, ye saints, 223 
 
 Come } e with us, 552 
 
 DAUGHTER of Zion, hear 108 
 
 David rejoic'd in Goii, 46 
 
 Deal with me in mercy, 271 
 
 Dearest of all the names 425 
 
 Death has struck his fatal 624 
 
 Death, '(.is a melancholy 611 
 
 Deep in our hearts let 164 
 
 Delighiful is the task 345 
 
 Design throughout the world 377 
 
 Didst Then, blest Savior, 527 
 
 Didst Thou not plant 184 
 
 Dismiss us with thy 397 
 
 Disown'd of heav'n, 564 
 
 Distress'd, on God I call 282 
 
 Does conscience all thy 437 
 
 Does the pris'ner, 480 
 
 Do I not love Thee, 428 
 
 Do we not hear that 532 
 
 Down to the earth 562 
 
 Dwells love to Christ 591 
 
 Dying, full of joy, 626 
 
 EARLY, my God, without 147 
 
 Earth and all its stores 58 
 
 Earth's foundations God 236 
 
 Earth thy treasures, Lord, 238 
 
 Earth with her ten thousand 383 
 
 Earth with joy and 157 
 
INDEX. 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 Ere tlie bine heav'ns 
 Ere the mountains lifted 
 Eternal Spirit, source 
 Eternal Spirit, we adore 
 Ever, Lord, in heav'n 
 Exalt the Lord and bless 
 
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 403 
 205 i 
 459 
 464 
 276 
 224 
 
 FAIR shines the morning 430 
 
 Faith is the brightest 525 
 
 Far as thy name is known 116 
 Farewell, thou friend of God, 621 
 
 Far from my thoughts, 447 
 Far from the world, O Lord, 517 
 
 Father, I sing ihy wondrous 164 
 
 Father of glory, 392 
 
 Fear not, Jehovah cries 376 
 
 Firm and unmov'd 291 
 
 Firm was my health, 71 
 
 Floating on the inland 437 
 
 Fools in their hearts 24 
 
 Fools in their hearts have 25 
 
 Forever blessed be the Lord 335 
 
 For salvation. Lord, 275 
 
 For Thee, O Lord, 146 
 For Thee with strong desire 149 
 
 For weary souls there is 643 
 
 For Zion, Lord, arise 229 
 
 Frail, dying man, 479 
 
 From all, who dwell below 262 
 
 From darkness and 71 
 
 From Greenland's icy 560 
 
 From Jesse's root a branch 565 
 
 GAY youth, do hope's 577 
 
 Gently, Lord, O gently 451 
 
 Gird now thy sword 107 
 
 Gird on thy sword, 109; 
 
 Give ear, O Lord, unto 333 
 
 Give thariks to God above 242 
 
 Give thanks to God beyond 316 
 
 Give thanks to God, 248 
 
 Give thanks to God most 317 
 
 Give thanks to God, 315 
 
 Give thanks to God, 314 
 
 Give thanks to the Lord, 320 
 
 Give thanks unto the Lord 266 
 
 Give to our God 314 
 
 Give to the Lord, ye sons 65 
 
 Give to the Lord, ye sons 6S 
 
 Give, ye mighty, 69 
 
 Gladly I heard them say 288 
 
 Glorious God, though now 397 
 
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 Glorious things of Thee 196 
 
 Glory, honor, pow'r, 661 
 
 Glory to Thee, my God, 572 
 
 Go and preach to ev'ry 553 
 
 God for sun hath pitchM 43 
 
 God from out the whirlwind 372 
 
 God hath said to Zion's 252 
 
 God in his eai thly temple 195 
 
 God is a Spirit, just 533 
 God is the refuge of his saintsl09 
 
 God look'd from heav'n 132 
 
 God loveth Zion well 177 
 
 God moves in a mysterious 539 
 
 God, my streugih, and 37 
 
 God, my supporter, 173 
 
 God of love, behold 103 
 
 God of my childhood 166 
 
 God of my life, look 93 
 
 God of the morning, 570 
 
 God, our Father, whom 394 
 
 God, our strength. 111 
 
 God reigns, let all the earth 221 
 God spake, and from chaotic 363 
 
 God's my shepherd, 54 
 
 God's praise ever shall 238 
 God, the horn of my salvation 38 
 
 God, the Lord, is thron'd on 162 
 
 God, the Lord of hosts 112 
 
 God, the mighty God, 124 
 
 Good, according to thy word 274 
 
 Good is the Lord, 153 
 
 Go, preach my gospel, 553 
 
 Go to dark Gethsemane 433 
 
 Go, ye messengers of 555 
 
 Grace, like an uncorrupted 516 
 
 Gracious Lord, our children 586 
 
 Great God, attend, while 188 
 
 Great God, enthron'd 365 
 
 Great God, how glorious 367 
 
 Great God, indulge ray 145 
 
 GIreat God, I own the 616 
 
 Jreat God, the heav'n's 38 
 
 Great God, the nations 566 
 
 Great God, thy judgments 522 
 Great God, to what a glorious543 
 
 Great God, whose universal 167 
 
 Great is God, and great 118 
 
 Great is our God, 310 
 
 Great is the Lord, 254 
 
 Great is the Lord, our God llg 
 
XXXVIII 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 page. 
 Great is thy pow'r, 229 
 
 Great King of glory and 469 
 
 Great King of glory, come 583 
 Great King of Z ion, 669 
 
 Great shepherd of 182 
 
 Guard me, for in Thee 30 
 
 Guilt, Lord, deep guilt 521 
 
 HAD 1 the tongues ofGreeks534 
 Had not God been on our side290 
 Hail, my Jesus ever blessed 441 
 Hail, Thou once despised 
 Happy is he, who fears 
 Happy is the man, whose 
 Happy the church, 
 Happy the heart, 
 Happy the man, lo whom 
 Happy the man , whose 
 Hark, a voice awaking 
 Hark a voice of countless 
 Hark, from the tombs 
 Hark, that >hriek 
 Hark, the archangel's 
 Hark, the final tiump 
 Hark, the trump soimding. 
 Hark, we hear a voice 
 Hark, what celestial notes 
 Hark, what mran those 
 Hark, the glad sound, 
 Hark, the herald angels 
 Hark, the wastes have 
 Hasten, sinner, to be wise 
 Hast thou an arm like God 
 Have mercy, God o! love 
 Have mercy, O my God. 
 Have mercy <»n my soul 
 Have mercy on thy people. 
 Heard ye not ring a shoul 
 Hear me, O my God 
 Hear, O Lord, my mournful 
 Hear, O my God, my 
 Hear, O sinner, 
 Hear what the voice 
 Hearts of stone, relent, 
 He comes. He comes , 
 
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 He reigns, the Lord, 220 
 
 Her shorn and mitred 563 
 
 He's blest, who stands in awe256 
 He, who hath made 
 He, who w ith his God 
 High in the heav'ns. 
 High on a hill of dazzling 
 Holy, anointed King 
 Holy Ghost, with light divine 463 
 
 Holy Lamb, who Thee 
 Home, the sceie of love 
 Hosaima to our conqu'ring 
 Hosanna to the Prince 
 Hosanna to the royal Son 
 How beauteous are 
 How beautiful the seat 
 How beautiful the sight 
 How blest is this day 
 How blest the holy hill 
 How calm this day of rest 
 How did my heart r<joire 
 H«»w heavy is the night 
 !^ow high in honor 
 gj^] How large the promise 
 5^4; How long, O Lord, shall I 
 ^Qr^ How long sh.ill wicked 
 ^QgjHow long wilt 'J'hou 
 ^Q-^llow lovely ia thy dwelling 
 ^Igi'How lovely is thy house, 
 ggc;'Howoft, alas, this 
 4g4 How oft have sin and 
 374 How passion all our reason 
 129J^^*^^^ pleasant, how 
 127;H"^v pleasant is the love 
 
 455 
 255 
 
 98 
 546 
 534 
 
 75 
 
 1 
 
 413 
 
 615 
 564 
 640 
 639 
 
 130 
 175 
 499 
 11 
 64 
 150 
 476 
 619 
 478 
 633 
 
 How pleasant 'tis to see 
 
 He dies, the friend of sinners 652 
 
 He is ris'n, then why, 
 Help, Lord, for men of 
 Help, Lord , the godly man 
 Here at thy cross. 
 Here in Zion dwell forever 
 
 How shall the young 267 
 
 How shall we praise 370 
 
 How shall young man 271 
 
 How soon I he wicked 140 
 
 How sweet I find thy word 281 
 
 How sweet the sabbath bell 286 
 
 How the word my soul 288 
 
 How Vitin are all things ^^^ 
 
 How vain is all below 602ll 
 How wide tlie torrent 7 
 
 • low will the soul abide 476 
 
 I AM hated. Lord, by those 141 
 
 43911 bear the pillars 17r 
 
 3031 If Christ be truly 64 
 
 415 
 22 
 21 
 
INDEX. 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 If God succeed not, 
 
 If God to build the house 
 
 If, sinners, ye in heav'n 
 
 I know, that nay Redeeaier 
 
 I lift my soul, O Lord 
 
 I lift my soul to God 
 
 I'll bless the Lord from 
 
 I'll praise my Maker 
 
 I'll speak the honors 
 
 I lov'd them, but my life 
 
 I'm banish'd from 
 
 I'm not asham'd 
 
 In all my straits 
 
 In all my Tasi concerns 
 
 Incarnate Word, who, 
 
 In christian land must 
 
 In God, most high. 
 
 In God most holy. 
 
 In God's own house 
 
 In goodness and love 
 
 In Judah God, the Lord, 
 
 In justice, Lord, we own 
 
 In mercy help me, Lord 
 
 In mercy. Lord, and love 
 
 In silence of the night 
 
 In Thee, O Lord, I put 
 
 In Thee, O Lord, I put 
 
 In Thee our fathers 
 
 In the lands, which seem 
 
 In the Lord I put 
 
 In thy house, when now 
 
 Into thy house I bring 
 
 In trouble. Lord, to Thee 
 
 In truth, O my soul 
 
 In vain our transient 
 
 In yon blue heav'ns 
 
 I saw a throne uplifted 
 
 I see the mighty Judge, 
 
 I send the joys of earth 
 
 I sing my Savior's 
 
 I sought the Lord in 
 
 Israel in ancient day 
 
 I would not live alwav, 
 
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 605 
 
 Is there ambition 301 
 
 Is this the kind return 504 
 
 It is the Lord, our 228 
 
 I waited patient 94 
 
 I was blind, but now 438 
 
 I will extol Thee, Lord, 70 
 
 I will extol Thee, 337 
 
 JEHOVAH is my light 64 
 
 Jehovah is my light 66 
 
 Jehovah reigns as King 371 
 Jehovah reigns, exalted high 211 
 
 Jehovah reigns, He dwells 211 
 
 Jehovah reigns, his throne 368 
 
 Jehovah reigns on high 224 
 
 Jehovah, to my words 10 
 
 Jerusalem, my happy home 642 
 
 Jesus, all-atoning Lamb 445 
 
 Jesus, blest be Thou 655 
 
 Jesus, in Thee our eyes 426 
 
 Jesus is gone above 650 
 Jesus is standing at the door 438 
 
 Jesus, Lord, how excellent 16 
 
 Jesus now dwells in 424 
 
 Jesus o'er the grave 608 
 
 Jesus, our Lord, ascend 251 
 
 Jesus, Redeemer, Savior, 451 
 
 Jesus reigns from sea to sea 171 
 
 Jesus, save me, or I perish 450 
 
 Jesus, Savior, Thee I love 447 
 
 Jesus, Savioi-, who didst die 657 
 
 Jesus shall reign, 169 
 
 Jesus shall reign, where'er 168 
 
 Jesus the mount ascends 410 
 
 Jesus, Thou dost rei^n 449 
 
 Jesus, thy great sah-ation 171 
 
 Jesus, when the floods 654 
 
 Join all the names 426 
 
 Join ev'ry glorious name 422 
 
 Joyful spring again is here 578 
 
 Joy to the v orfd, 222 
 
 Judge me, O Lord, 61 
 Judge me, O Lord, maintain 103 
 
 Judge me, O Lord, 62 
 
 Just are thy ways, 33 
 
 iJustice, Lord, dwells 279 
 
 Justly have I walk'd, 278 
 
 KLNGDOMS and thrones 161 
 
 LET all the earth 218 
 
 Let all the heathen 268 
 
 Let blessing, honor, 661 
 
 Let children hear 180 
 
 Let chililren hear 180 
 
 Let earth rejoice, 222 
 
 Let everlasting glories 387 
 
 Let ev'ry creatuie join 34-7 
 
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 1ND2X. 
 
 page. 
 
 Let ev'ry mortal ear attend 509 
 
 Let ev'ry tongue 338 
 
 Let God arise in all 160 
 
 Let God, the Father 660 
 
 Let heathens to their idols 29 
 
 Let my cry to Thee 281 
 
 Let not an envious 89 
 
 Let not of Christ and man 396 
 
 Let others boast, how 601 
 
 Let sinners choose 135 
 
 Let songs of praise now 467 
 
 Let tlie harp \our hands 223 
 
 Let tlie sev'nih angel 562] 
 
 Let the wild leopards 472 
 
 Let thy mercies 273 
 Let us adore ih'eternal Word 649 
 
 Let us awake our joys 45S 
 Let us with a gladsome mind 318 
 
 Let Zion and her sons 230 
 
 liife and immortal joys 522 
 
 Life is the time to 599 
 
 Lift your voice, 319 
 
 Lift up your heads, 57 
 
 Like siieep we went astray 421 
 
 Lo, before the throne 456 
 
 Lo, He comes, with clouds 633 
 
 Lo, in yon glorious world, 660 
 
 Long as I live, 337 
 
 Long have we sat 532 
 
 Lo, on a narrow 604 
 
 Lo, on the mountains, 555 
 
 Lo, on Zion's glorious 637 
 
 Lo, the creeping worm, 629 
 
 Lo, the earth, array 'd 570 
 
 Lo, the pris'ner now 620 
 
 Lord, as this sabbath'g 402 
 
 Lord, behold the slave, 596 
 
 Lord, dismiss us 397 
 
 Lord, have mercy on my 130 
 
 Lord, hearken to my 9 
 
 Lord, I am thine, 31 
 
 Lotd, I am thine, 502 
 
 Lord, I am thine, thine 648 
 
 Lord, I am vile, 126 
 
 Lord, I have a ready tongue 250 
 
 Lord, I have made thy 269 
 
 Lord, I lift my eyes to Thee 192 
 
 Lord, in dark, afllictive 179 
 
 Lord, in the day 382 
 
 .Lord, in the morning 10 
 
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 Lord, in troublous day 45 
 
 Lord, I will bless Thee 80 
 
 Lord, 1 would spread my 128 
 
 Lord, my conscience 497 
 
 Lord, my eyes are 61 
 
 Lord, my soul on Thee 144 
 
 Lord of hosts, to Thee 584 
 
 Lord of the worlds 190 
 
 Lord, once my eyes 497 
 
 Lord, our present help 112 
 
 Lord, our songs we lift 578 
 
 Lord, shall the wicked 19 
 
 Lord, supreme in 235 
 
 Lord, take my heart, 448 
 
 Lord, the God of my 199 
 
 Lord, the heav'ns 43 
 
 Lord, the King of Zion 47 
 
 Lord, thou hast search'd 326 
 Lord, thou hast seen my soul 34 
 
 Lord, Thou searchest 329 
 
 Lord, Thou wilt hear me, 8 
 
 Lord, thy judgments, 278 
 
 Lord, thy mercv far 87 
 
 Lord, to Thee 1 lift 285 
 
 Lord, to Thee I rais'd 332 
 
 Lord, to Thee, we lift 289 
 
 Lord, we adore thy vast 539 
 
 Lord, we have heard 104 
 
 Lord, we mourn thy 621 
 
 Lord, what a feeble piece 205 
 
 Lord, what a thoughtless 172 
 
 Lord, what is feeble 335 
 
 Lord, what is man, 335 
 
 Lord, what was man, 14 
 
 Lord, when I cry to Thee, 331 
 
 Lord, when my thoughts 447 
 
 Lord, when Thou didst 161 
 
 Lord, when we bow 395 
 
 Loud hallelujahs 347 
 
 Love divine, all love 450 
 
 Lo, what a glorious 264 
 
 Lo, what a pleasant, 306 
 
 Lo, what tumult rises 5 
 MAKE me, O Lord, mine end 92 
 
 Man has a soul of vast 602 
 
 Man is the child of wo 613 
 
 Many there be, that say 8 
 
 Master of slaves am I 595 
 
 May not the sovereign Lord 377 
 Mercy and truth now meet 
 
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INDEX. 
 
 XLI 
 
 page. 
 Mercy, descending from aboveSSo 
 
 Mine enemies have laid 330 
 
 Mistaken souls, that dream 526 
 
 Mourner, wert thou one, 609 
 
 Mourning souls, dry up 440 
 
 Most firm is thy good 87 
 
 Mount Zion,the city of God, 119 
 
 My days, like shadows 230 
 
 My dear Redeemer 433 
 
 My God, accept my early 330 
 
 My God, how lasting is 571 
 
 My God, in whom are 138 
 
 My God, my Father, 47 
 My God, ray God, my sorrows 48 
 
 My God, my King, thy 336 
 
 My God, my life, ray love 385 
 
 My God, of all my joy 384 
 
 My God, my portion, and 384 
 
 My God, permit me not 540 
 
 My God, permit 148 
 
 My God, the steps of 89 
 
 My gracious Redeemer 444 
 
 My heart, O Lord, is dark 178 
 
 My heart rejoices in 73 
 
 My joyful heart exults 249 
 
 My life 's a shade, my days 631 
 
 My refuge is the God of love 20 
 
 My Savior and my King 108 
 
 My Savior and my King 658 
 
 My Savior, hanging 421 
 
 My Savior, my almighty 166 
 
 My Shepherd is the living 50 
 
 My Shepherd is the I.ord^ 53 
 
 My Shepherd, my soul He 55 
 
 My Shepherd will supply 52 
 
 My sins oppress my soul 96 
 
 My soul, come, meditate 612 
 
 My soul, extol his name 233 
 
 My soul forsakes her 502 
 
 My soul, how lovely is 189 
 
 My soul, inspir'd with 507 
 
 My soul, thy God forever 512 
 
 My soul, why art thou 533 
 
 My spirit looks to God 143 
 
 My spirit. Lord, Thou wilt 29 
 
 My spirit sinks within 99 
 
 NAKED as from the earth 605 
 
 Never doth the sun arise 366 
 
 No eagle on his pinions 365 
 
 No man, who dwells in dust 333 
 
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 No more, my God, I boast 523 
 
 None can preserve his 120 
 
 No revellers are here 630 
 
 Nor eye hath seen, nor 630 
 
 Not a freckle or a stain 366 
 
 Not all the blood of beasts 427 
 
 Not all the outward 464 
 
 Not from the dust affliction 606 
 
 Not to condemn our guilty 523 
 
 Not to the terrors 388 
 
 Not unto us be praise 259 
 
 Now be my heart inspir'd 105 
 
 Now from the roaring lion's 49 
 
 Now go, thou little book 585 
 
 Now in the heat of youthful 487 
 
 Now let me die, 'twas 617 
 
 Now let our mournful 47 
 
 Now may the God 44 
 
 Now on the gladden'd sight 597 
 
 Now shall my solemn vows 156 
 
 Now tell me, who has wo 592 
 
 Now throw away thy rod 607 
 
 Now to the Lord a noble 409 
 Now to the Lord, who makes 427 
 
 Now to the pow^r of God 424 
 
 O BLESSED day, when all 589 
 
 O, blessed souls 76 
 
 O bless the Lord, 235 
 
 O blest indeed is he 77 
 
 O clap ye your hands, 115 
 
 O come and let us sing 217 
 
 O come and praise 82 
 O come and praise the Lord 357 
 
 O come, Jehovah praise 262 
 
 O come, loud anthems 215 
 
 O come, ye nations, 262 
 
 O day most calm, 401 
 
 O day of rapture sweet 287 
 
 O day of wrath, O dreadful 642 
 
 O dreadful God, 375 
 
 O'jcr mountain tops 568 
 
 O'erwhelm'd, to God 36 
 
 Of mercy, O myheav'nly 228 
 
 O for a closer walk 541 
 
 O for a heart to praise 441 
 
 O for an overcoming 616 
 
 O for a shout of sacred joy 113 
 
 O for a sight, a pleasant 635 
 
 O for the death of those 620 
 
 O for the happy end 619 
 
XLII 
 
 INDEX. 
 
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 Of pure delights what 456 
 
 Oft his silent spirit 517 
 
 Of Thee I'll say, O Lord 207 
 
 O give thanks 248 
 
 O give thanks unto 240 
 
 O God, be merciful 139i 
 
 O God , how doth 86 
 
 OGod, inZion 151 
 
 O God, my God, 14S 
 O God, my refuge. 
 
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 O Lord, to Thee I cry 67 
 
 O Lord, why standest 18 
 
 O Love, how cheering 45! 
 
 O make a glad noise 22' 
 
 O my God, to Thee on high 49 
 O my soul, what means 442 
 
 Once on the rnging 439 
 
 Once slain, thou Lamb ofGod662 
 Once the Savior 
 
 o 
 
 $< 
 
 O God, my sins are manifold 509 
 
 OGod of hosts, 201 
 
 O God of mercy, 129 
 
 O God of mercy, 142 
 
 O God of my salvation 199 
 
 O God, why hast Thou 175 
 
 O had I but wings 136 
 
 O happy day, that fix'd 501 
 
 O hear me in distress 9 
 
 O Holy Spirit, come 466 
 
 O how cheating, O how 603 
 
 O how good and excellent 209 
 
 O how great thy 73 
 
 O how I love thy 268 
 
 O how I love thy holy 606 
 
 O how I love thy law, 267 
 
 O how lovely and 191 
 
 O how much I love 276 
 
 O how pleasant 308 
 
 O how sweet in heav'n 459 
 
 O, if my soul was form'd 507 
 
 O, Lamb, O Lamb, could I 442 
 
 O Lord, bow down 194 
 
 O Lord, enihron'd above 592 
 
 O Lord, have pity 91 
 
 O Lord, how many 7 
 
 O Lord, I'm ever 327 
 
 O Lord, in thy love 160 
 
 O Lord , in thy regardless 24 
 
 O Lord, I trust in Thee 30 
 
 O Lord, my heart once 300 
 
 O Lord, my Rock I 66 
 
 O Lord, now hear 231 
 
 O Lord, on darkness shed 466 
 
 O Lord, our fathers 105 
 
 OLord, our King 15 
 
 O Lord, our Lord, 15 
 
 O Lord, rebuke me not 12 
 
 O Lord, supreme in might 239 
 
 O Lord, the glorious King 552 
 
 134iOne pray'r 1 have. 
 
 582 
 538 
 159 
 550 
 6 
 354 
 353 
 359 
 
 On thy church, O pow'r 
 
 On Zion's hill my stand 
 
 On Zion's holy hill 
 
 O praise ye the Lord 
 
 O prriise ye the Lord 
 
 O praise ye the Lord 
 
 O praise ye the Lord on high 352 
 
 O praise ye the Lord 356 
 
 O praise ye the Lord 263 
 
 O render thanks to God 241 
 
 O righteous Lord, (or me 83 
 
 shall God's house lie waste 584 
 
 O Sjjirit of the living God 461b 
 
 O stop, poor sinner, 
 
 O sulFrer on the cross 
 
 O that fire, before 
 
 O that the Lord would 
 
 () that thy statutes 
 
 O Thou, from whom 
 
 O tliou loving Savior, 
 
 O Thou, my God and King 339 
 
 O Thou, my heav'niy King 325 
 
 O Thou, that hearest prayer 463 
 
 O Thou, who art the hope 155 
 
 O Thou, who hear'st, 126 
 
 O time, how few thy value 483 
 
 O 'tis a fearful thing 
 
 Our blest Redeemer, 
 
 Our children Thou dost 
 
 Our days, alas, our mortal 
 
 Our ears have heard. 
 
 Our God above 
 
 Our God, our help 
 
 Our griefs He sure 
 
 Our heav'niy Father near 
 
 Our life, how tiansieut. 
 
 Our nation trembles 
 
 Our refuge is the God 
 
 Our Savior's praise 
 
 Our sinS; alas, like raging 
 
 484 
 432 
 639 
 269 
 270 
 454 
 597 
 
 486 
 
 467 
 
 644 
 
 600 
 
 104 
 
 379 
 
 204 
 
 423 
 
 393 
 
 601 
 
 142 
 
 110 
 
 6511 
 
 6351 
 
INDEX. 
 
 XLIII 
 
 page. 
 
 Our sword no blood-drop 5S9 
 
 Out of love, O Savior dear 588 
 
 Out of the depths, O Lord, 299 
 
 Out of the depths 300 
 
 O well of love, O flow'r 425 
 
 O what a lovely flow'r, 624 
 
 O, where shall rest 613 
 O ye gates, be open'd 58 
 
 O Zion, now awake 561 
 
 O Zion, praise thy God 346 
 
 O Zion, saored seat 303 
 
 O Zion , sacred seat 305 
 
 PEACEFUL is the sabbath 402 
 
 People of the living God 498 
 
 Persecutors wake ray fears 280 
 
 Pilgrim, do clouds ol' grief 540 
 
 Plung'd in a gulf 40S 
 
 Poor captives, sitting down 323 
 
 Praise, everlasting praise SSI 
 Praise God, all ye, 49 
 
 Praise God in joyful 234 
 
 Praise Jehovah, 343 
 
 Praise the Lord, for He 244 
 
 Praise the Lord, ye holy 35S 
 
 Praise the Lord, ye saints 359 
 Praise to God, 30 righteous, 313 
 
 Praise waits in Zion, 152 
 
 Praise ye the Lord, extol 312 
 
 Praise ye the Lord, 856 
 
 Praise ye the Lord, 341 
 
 Praise ye the Lord of 357 
 
 Praise ye the Lord on high BV2 
 
 Praise ye the Lord, 344 
 Preserve me. Lord, 28 
 
 Pris'ners, Jesus now 495 
 
 Prisoners of hope, arise 429 
 Promised blessings let me see 273 
 
 Pure the stream of life 659 
 REJOICE, ye righteous 78 
 
 Rejoice, ye riglileuus, 79 
 
 Rejoice, ye shining 5C 
 
 Remember, Lord, our 20C 
 
 Return, O God of love, 204 
 
 Return, O wanderei-, 510 
 
 Return, O wand'rer to ihy 492 
 
 Rise, O my soul, 52-5 
 
 Rise, sun of glory 566 
 
 Rivers into a wilderness 244 
 
 Roll on, thou mighty ocean 55'^ 
 
 SAFELY through another 401 
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 Saints, at your heav'nly 519 
 
 Salvation is forever nigh 192 
 
 Salvation, it is near 193 
 
 Salvation, O the joyful 439 
 
 Salvation to our God 661 
 
 Save me, God of might 133 
 
 Save me. Lord, by thy 133 
 
 Save me, my God, 165 
 
 Savior, bless thy word 896 
 
 Savior when in dust 449 
 
 Savior, who didst die 654 
 
 Savior, who thy flock 644 
 
 Scorn, O sinners, will you 490 
 
 Seamen, who plough the 245 
 
 'easons and times obey 151 
 
 See me, piercM with 280 
 
 Seest thou that glisi'ning 505 
 
 Seest thou that worldly 613 
 
 See the Lord of life 414 
 
 See what a glorious stone 266 
 
 See what a living stone 265 
 
 Shall blood still flow 590 
 
 Shall man, O God of life 197 
 
 Shall the sleepers sleep 640 
 
 Shall the vile race 370 
 
 Shall wisdom loudly cry 404 
 
 She has pass'd throigh 298 
 
 Shepherd of Israel, 183 
 
 Shine, glorious God, 158 
 Shout, ye people, imto God 114 
 
 Show pity, Lord, 125 
 
 Sing, all ye nations 156 
 
 Sing, all ye ransom'd 454 
 
 Sing aloud to God, 185 
 
 Sing a new 219 
 
 Sing to God, to God 163 
 
 Sing to God with joy 186 
 
 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's 215 
 
 Sing to the Lord, 219 
 
 iing, ye nations, 263 
 
 Sin has a thousand 496 
 
 Sin, like a venomous 470 
 
 Sinner, art thou still 475 
 
 Sinners, hear you not 486 
 
 Sinners, lo the message 494 
 
 Sinners, now listen 475 
 
 Sinners, turn, why will 491 
 
 Sinners, will ye scorn 488 
 
 Sinners, will ye scorn 475 
 
 Sinners, you're in the path 493 
 
 Sinner, wilt thou still delay 479 
 
XLIV 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 page. 
 
 Sitting around the Savior's 652 
 
 Sitting down by Babel's 323 
 
 Solemn is the message 492 
 
 So let our lives and lips 535 
 
 Songs of immortal praise 2o 
 
 Songs of praise the angels 390 
 
 Soon as I heard my Father 63 
 
 Soon through all the jarring 590 
 
 So strange , so boundless 408 
 
 Sovir in the morn thy 560 
 
 Spirit of truth to Thee 461 
 Stand up, my soul, for manly 528 
 
 Stoop down, my thoughts, 612 
 
 Strait is the way 515 
 
 Strangers and pilgrims 545 
 
 Sure there's a righteous 173 
 
 Sweet as angel's notes in 508 
 
 Sweet is the dawn 399 
 
 Sweet is the day 398 
 
 Sweet is the niem'ry 338 
 
 Sweet is the time, 392 
 
 Sweet is the work, 20S 
 
 Sweet, lovely Peace, 591 
 
 Swell the anthem, raise 579 
 
 TEACH, Lord, the measure 94 
 
 Teach me, my God nnd King 393 
 
 Teach me the measure 93 
 
 Teach thy statutes, 272 
 
 Tempted, oppress'd 102 
 
 Th' accepted time 482 
 
 The act of baptism done 643 
 
 Th' Almighty reigns, 221 
 
 That awful day is 536 
 
 That man is blest alway 3 
 
 That man is blest indeed 296 
 
 That man is blest indeed 98 
 
 Tiiat man is blest, 255 
 
 The angel comes, he comes 632 
 
 The angel hosts appeaj- 404 
 
 The angel lifted high 562 
 
 The anger of the Lord 13 
 
 The anxious search was 500 
 
 The christian warrior, 528 
 
 The day of wrath, that 63-1 
 
 The dry and barren ground 154 
 
 The earth Thou dost visit 155 
 
 Thee I praise, my God, 340 
 
 Thee we adore, eternal 598 
 
 Thee will I love, 34 
 
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 evening sky was bright 406 
 
 glories of the Lamb 457 
 
 glorious universe 548 
 
 God and Father of 378 
 
 God of gods, Jehovah, 122 
 
 God of nature 364 
 
 g^od man's steps 90 
 
 great command has 535 
 
 great Redeemer we adore 646 
 
 guilty man is blest 76 
 
 heathen feet have stood 181 
 
 heavens declare 39 
 
 heavy night hung 581 
 
 Hebrew prophet 431 
 
 idol gods of yellow 311 
 
 King of saints 106 
 
 law by Moses came 481 
 
 Lord declares his will 386 
 
 Lord descended from 36 
 
 Lord did Israel save 241 
 Lord hath heard my voice 260 
 
 Lord hinjself chose 239 
 
 Lord, how wondrous 232 
 Lord is come, the heav'ns220 
 
 Lord is great, 263 
 
 Lord is merciful and 232 
 
 Lord is my salvation 65 
 
 Lord is my Sheplierd, 55 
 
 Lord, Jehovah, reigns 212 
 
 Lord, Jt hovah, reigns 225 
 
 Lord, my God, 1 love 261 
 
 Lord my pasture shall 51 
 
 Lord my Shepherd is 53 
 Lord, my Shepherd, is on 51 
 
 Lord of glory is 63 
 
 Lord, our God, is great 111 
 
 Lord, our God, is Lord 373 
 
 Lord, the everlasting 386 
 
 Lord, the Judge, 123 
 
 Lord, the sov'reign, 121 
 
 man is ever blest 3 
 man, who fears the Lord 297 
 
 mighty God 124 
 
 mighty God, Jehovah, 122 
 
 moment a sinner 524 
 
 monarch on his throne 658 
 
 morning flowers 627 
 
 nations Thou hast made 194 
 
 night is far spent, 530 
 
 orbs celestial, 40 
 
INDEX. 
 
 XLV 
 
 page. 
 
 Tiie praise of Zion waits 150 
 
 The promise of my 64£ 
 
 The prosp'rous nation 24S 
 
 There is a calm for those, 628 
 
 There is a fountain, 420 
 
 There is a lioiise, not made 61S 
 
 There is a land of pure 61£ 
 
 There is an hour of peaceful 634 
 
 There, that parting breath 626 
 
 There was joy, great joy 500 
 
 The sacrifice, which 594 
 
 The saints above, once 434 
 
 The saints on earth 548 
 
 The Savior lives, 418 
 
 These glorious minds, how 628 
 
 These glorious spirits 659 
 
 The spacious firmament 40 
 
 The Spirit breathes 387 
 
 The Spirit^s voice doth 436 
 
 The sun withdraws 575 
 
 The time is shoit, how 483 
 The voice of free grace cries, 545 
 
 The wicked bend their 20 
 
 The wicked thou wilt 328 
 
 The winter is past, 577 
 
 The works of God are great 254 
 
 The wrathful angel's sword 656 
 
 The year is well nigh fled 581 
 
 The year, that is fled 576 
 They seek their father-country 594 
 
 They, who in God do trust 291 
 
 They, who in Zion's God 290 
 
 They, who in riches put 120 
 
 They, who in riches trust 121 
 
 They who ocean's patii-way 247 
 
 Thine earthly sabbaths, 400 
 
 Thine eve, intent on 505 
 
 Think inighty God, 200 
 
 This at length I know 174 
 
 This do, remembering 650 
 
 This do, said Christ, 649 
 
 This IS the d.»v, the Lord 264 
 
 This is the word of truth 889 
 
 This spacious earth, o6 
 
 Thou art gone to tlie grave, 629 
 
 Thou art. Lord, my God 149 
 
 Thou are our moveless rock, 20S 
 
 Thou hast built my 275 
 
 Thou hast heard my cry, 7: 
 
 Though chosen friend 13, 
 
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 Though fig-tree cease 543 
 
 Though holy, holy, 380 
 
 Though I deserve thy 11 
 
 Though oft our griefs 298 
 
 Though with our mortal 445 
 
 Thou'rt my portion, 274 
 
 Thou, the Loid, my fount 64 
 
 Thou the moon didst 237 
 
 Thou, to whom revenge 214 
 
 Thou, who didst wear 653 
 
 Thrice happy man 255 
 
 Through ev'ry age 203 
 
 Thus 1 resolv'd before 92 
 
 Thus saith the high, 511 
 
 Thus saith the Lord, 95 
 
 Thus saith the wisdom 481 
 
 Thus th' eternal Father 251 
 
 Thy face why dost Thou 19 
 
 Thv God, O Zion, reigns 170 
 
 Thy hand, O Lord, hath 367 
 
 Thy justice shall maintain 86 
 
 Thy light ten thousand 369 
 
 Thy name, O God, 656 
 
 Thy perfect law, O Lord, 42 
 
 Thy rushing wing, 537 
 
 Thy servants in their zeal 302 
 
 Thy word is to mv feet 270 
 
 Thy word, O Lord, is light 388 
 
 Thy works how wonderful 95 
 
 Time is winging us 482 
 Time, 'tis a gliding meteor's 600 
 
 'T is by the faith of joys 524 
 
 'T is by thy strength 153 
 
 '1' is finish 'd, so the Savior 412 
 
 'T is finish'd, the conflict 623 
 
 'T is good our course 542 
 
 'T is good to give thanks 210 
 
 'T is well. She has enter'd 623 
 
 To anger God is slow 375 
 
 To Chiist, our heav'nly, 544 
 
 To day, if you will hear 485 
 
 To day the Savior calls 490 
 
 To God I lift mine eyes 284 
 
 To God, our Savior, 661 
 
 To God, the Father, 660 
 
 To God, the great, 240 
 
 To God the only v* ise 380 
 To God, who rides the storm 245 
 
 To honor those, who ga\e 518 
 
 To morrow, Lord is thine 531 
 
XLVI 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 page. 
 To my paths thy word's 277 What most it be to dwell 
 
 To pass through death 610 What shall I render 
 
 To spend one sacred day 190| When awake at noon 
 To Thee, Lord, Zion's King 170 When Christ to '.udgment 
 To Thee, O God, I call 4S8!When Christ with all 
 
 To Thee, O Lamb, 661 When conscience to the 
 
 To Thee, O Lord, I cried 
 
 To Thee, O Lord, my rock 
 To thine almighty arm 
 To thy house, O Lord, 
 To vain thoughts my heart 
 To you the Savior calls 
 Triumphant from the dead 
 Triumphant songs raise 
 Turn Thee, in mercy turn 
 'T was by an order iVoin 
 'T was dreadful, 
 'T was in the watches 
 'T was on that dark, 
 Tyrants, do ye jud^e 
 UNLESS the Lord th 
 Unto God ye sons of might 
 Unto my pray^-, O Gud, 
 Unto the house of God 
 Uprais'd on Zion's holy hill 
 Up to the fields 
 Up to the hills 
 Up to the hills. 
 Upward 1 lift mine eyes 
 VAIN are the hopes. 
 Vain man, thy fond pursuits 
 Valleys Thou didst fill 
 WAITING for the Lord 
 Wake, my soul, and as 
 Wash'd is the crimson 
 We bless the Lord, 
 We bring these children. 
 Welcome is the evening 
 Welcome, sweet day 
 We lift our eyes 
 Well arm'd, Christ sent 
 Well met, dear friends, 
 We love Ihee, Lord, 
 We meet, O Lord, 
 We praise for his 
 We raise our shouts, 
 We've no abiding 
 We wept by proud 
 We wept, where Rabel's 
 What equal honors 
 
 3321 When earthly comforts die 
 67 1 When from Egypt 
 35 {When gloomy clouds spread 
 
 304 When (tod is nigh, 
 
 277 i When God out poiir'd 
 
 489 When heav'n^s wide arch 
 
 25li U'hen I can read my title 
 
 40S When Israel march'd 
 
 182 When I survey the 
 
 38"/ When Jpsus pray'd, 
 
 537 When, Lord, Ihou didst 
 
 147 When man grows bold 
 
 64^ When overwhelm'd 
 
 140 When overwhelm'd 
 house 295 '^X'*^'^ rising floods my 
 7(j When shall the voice 
 
 13-! ^^ hen 'he great Judge, 
 When the Lord set 
 When the sun with 
 When ihou shalt pass 
 When to God tiie Sutf'rer 
 When to my God 
 When wild confusion wrecks 636 
 When Zion was restored 293 
 Where (lows in silence 324 
 
 Where from Thee can I, 328 
 Where once the temple's 563 
 Where shall the man be found 60 
 
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 289 
 554 
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 260 
 575 
 123 
 443 
 512 
 383 
 258 
 496 
 
 28 
 292 
 
 14 
 617 
 257 
 653 
 
 46 
 292 
 
 86 
 143 
 143 
 448 
 565 
 
 18 
 294 
 576 
 536 
 
 50 
 
 33 
 
 Where shall we go 301 
 
 Where 's your God, 259 
 
 While I keep silence 74 
 
 While life prolongs 198 
 
 Who are these, mine eyes 637 
 
 ^ ho can count God's 181 
 
 Who can describe the joys, 499 
 
 Who his errors can survey 44 
 
 Wiio in his hollow hand 369 
 
 Who is this, that comes 411 
 
 \ ho shall ascend thy 26 
 
 Who shall dwell in 57 
 
 Who shall dwell, O Lord 27 
 
 Who shall inhabit in thy hill 27 
 
 Who shall the Lord's 430 
 
 vho shall within thy 26 
 213 
 
 "^^^.Who will arise 
 
INDEX. 
 
 XLVll 
 
 page. 
 
 5 
 
 4'i 
 
 88! 
 
 657 
 
 100 
 
 132 
 
 Why did the nations 
 Why do God's enemies 
 Why do the wealthy. 
 Why o'er the sun 
 W hy, O my soul, art 
 Wliy, O sinner, dost 
 Why, O sinner, wilt thou die 478 
 
 Why should the children 468 
 
 Why should this earth 603 
 Why should we start and fear614 
 
 Why these desponding 549 
 Why weep we for departing 614 
 
 Why, ye mourners, 607 
 
 Wise men have measur'd 443 
 
 With all my pow'rs 325 
 
 With earnest longings 100 
 
 With full heart to Thee 279 
 
 Within ihy holy temple's 325 
 Within thy house with songs 326 
 
 With joy praise ye 342 
 
 With joy we meditate 429 
 
 Witii mournful voice 178 
 
 With my whole heart 17 
 
 With my whole heart 16 
 
 With radiant beams 477 
 
 With rev'rence should 202 
 
 With songs and honors 345 
 
 With stately tow'rs 115 
 
 Wouldst thou with God 520 
 
 Would you win a soul 456 
 
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 YE angels round the throne 66 1 
 
 Ye angel hosts above 657 
 
 Ye boundless realms of joy 349 
 
 Ye gales, lift up your head 57 
 
 Ye golden lamps of heav'u, 610 
 
 Ye holy angels bright 391 
 
 Ye holy souls, in God rejoice 78 
 
 Ye isles of the West, 559 
 
 Ye judges of the earth 186 
 
 Ye messengers of God 556 
 
 Ye mountain heights, 162 
 
 Ye nations of the earth 226 
 
 Ye nations, once in darkest 262 
 
 Ye people, be ye glad 113 
 
 Ye people, praise the Lord 256 
 
 Ye saw the scoffer's pride 480 
 
 Ye see, that the Lord 551 
 
 Ye servan ts of the Lord 90 
 
 Ye servants of the Lord 257 
 
 Ye sinful dying thralls 489 
 
 Yes, my native land, 557 
 
 Ye sons of x4.dam, 487 
 
 Ye sons of men, a feeble 206 
 
 Ye sons of men, with 383 
 
 Ye tribes of Adam, join 350 
 
 Ye wide-spread realms 351 
 
 Yield to me now, 453 
 
 Your arduous work 622 
 
 You, who dwell above J352 
 
 Zion, extol thy God 344 
 
 :Zion,0 how blest 197 
 
 ERRATA. 
 
 p. 113. for L. M. read S. M. 
 
 124. instead of line 2d., second st., 7th version, read 
 
 "while on dark cloud He doth ride." 
 
 136. last line, some copies, for "man" read "men." 
 
 169. stanza at the bottom, transpose 2d & 3d lines. 
 
 286. Sec, version, 4th st. line 1st, strike out "holy." 
 
 289. First version,4th stanza, for"deride"read' 'revile. 
 
 387. For (ii. 15.) read (ii. 151,) 
 
 509, line 4th insert (i. 7.) 
 
 513, for (ii. 103.) read (i. 103.) 
 
 515. for (ii. 106.) read (ii. 161.) 
 
 535. for (i. 166,) read (i. 116.) 
 
 562. 1. 3, for "seventh" read sev'nth." 
 
 565. 1, 21, for "shadows" read "shadow." 
 I 
 
PSALMS. 
 
 1. First Version. — I^.'^l. Appleton. Uxbridge. 
 Difference between the Righteous and the Wicked, 
 
 1 HAPPY the man, whose cautious feet 
 Shun the broad way, that smners go. 
 Who hates the place, where atheists meet. 
 And fears to talk, as scoffers do. 
 
 2 He loves V employ his morning light 
 Among the statutes of the Lord, 
 
 And spends the wakeful hours of night. 
 With pleasure pond'ring o'er the word. 
 
 P 3 He, like a plant by gentle streams, 
 f Shall flourish in immortal green, 
 
 > And heav'n will shine, with kindest beams, 
 — On every work, his hands begin. 
 
 p 4 But sinners find their counsels cross'd y — 
 mf As chaff before the tempest flies, 
 
 > So shall their hopes be blo^vn and lost, 
 
 p When the last trumpet shakes the skies, watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Hebron, Eaton, 
 
 Happiness of the Good : Doom of the Wicked, 
 
 1 BLEST is the man, whose feet ne'er stray, 
 Misguided by advice unmeet, 
 
 Who stands not in the sinners' way, 
 Nor sits in daring scoffer's seat. 
 
 2 To him God's laws give pure delight. 
 And ev'ry day his thoughts employ, 
 Or, pond'ring heav'nly truth at night, 
 
 P Sweet visions wrap his soul in joy. 
 1 
 
2 PSALM 1. 
 
 f 3 This man is like the wide-spread tree. 
 That strikes its root by river's side ; 
 His leaves, all green, no frost shall see. 
 His fruit and honors shall abide. 
 
 — 4 Th' ungodly are not so, but like 
 
 The thresher's chaff or stubble light, ' 
 f Which strong winds in their fury strike, 
 >• And bear off quickly out of sight. 
 
 — 5 They cannot meet the Judge's eye : — 
 
 In heav'n above they have no home, 
 But, while the righteous dwell on high, 
 p In dark abyss they find their doom. allen. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Dedham^ Winter. 
 End of the Righteous and the Wicked. 
 
 1 BLEST is the man, that shuns the place, 
 Where sinners love to meet, 
 
 Who fears to tread their wicked ways, 
 And hates the scoffer's seat. 
 
 2 But in the statutes of the Lord 
 Has plac'd his chief delight; 
 
 By day he reads or hears the word, 
 And meditates by night. 
 
 mf 3 He, like a plant of gen'rous kind, 
 By living waters' side. 
 Safe from the storms and blasting wind, 
 Shall spread his branches wide. 
 
 — 4 Green as the leaf, and fair and clear 
 
 Shall his profession shine. 
 While fruits of holiness appear, 
 Like clusters on the vine. 
 
 mp 5 Not so the impious and unjust ; — 
 What vain designs they form ? 
 Their hopes are blown away like dust. 
 Or chaff, before the storm. 
 
 6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand 
 Among the sons of grace, 
 mf When Christ, the Judge, at his right hand 
 Appoints his saints a place. 
 
 4 
 
PSALM 1. 3 
 
 7 His eye beholds the path, they tread, 
 His heart approves it well ; 
 mp But crooked ways of sinners lead 
 
 > Down to the gates of helL watts. 
 
 Fourth Ver. — S. M. Bladensburg. Ohnutz. 
 The Saint happy, the Sinner miserable. 
 
 1 THE man is ever blest. 
 Who shuns the sinners' ways. 
 Who in their counsels doth not rest, 
 Nor takes the scorner's place: 
 
 2 But doth God's law survey 
 And study with delight, 
 Amidst the labors of the day, 
 And watches of the night. 
 
 mf 3 He, like a tree, shall thrive. 
 
 With waters near the root: 
 
 Fresh as the leaf his name shall live. 
 
 His w^orks are heav'nly fruit. 
 mp 4 Not so th' ungodly race ; 
 
 They no such blessings find: 
 -< Their hopes, like chaff from threshing-place, 
 >- Shall fly before the wind. watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — S. M. Boylston, Dover. 
 Blessedness of the Holy Man. 
 
 1 THAT man is blest alway, 
 Who shuns advice unmeet, 
 
 Who stands not in the sinner's way, 
 Nor sits in scorners' seat. 
 
 2 He reads God's word with awe. 
 And yet with pure delight; 
 Each day he meditates the law. 
 And ponders it at night. 
 
 mf 3 He's like the wide-branch'd tree. 
 That grows by river's side ; 
 His green leaf fadeless you may see. 
 His fruit comes in its tide. 
 
 mp 4 But sinners' doom deplore: — 
 In the great judgment day 
 They'll be like chaff of threshing floor, 
 
 > By tempest borne away! allen. 
 
1 PSALM 1, 2. 
 
 Sixth Version. -75. Enfield. Wilson. 
 God's Servants blessed. 
 
 1 BLEST is he, whose prudent feet 
 Sinners' by-paths ne'er have known, 
 Blest, who in the scorner's seat 
 Ne'er with blasphemy sits down. 
 
 2 But who eagerly doth look. 
 With a pure and sweet delight, 
 Into God's most holy book, 
 Pond'ring truth both day and night. 
 
 mf 3 He is like a spreading tree, 
 
 Planted by the river's side; 
 
 Ever green his leaf shall be, 
 
 And his fruit comes in its tide. 
 — 4 But God's foes shall feel his power: — 
 
 They are fruitless, fire-doom'd trees, 
 
 Or like chaff of threshing floor. 
 
 Borne away by swift-wing'd breeze. 
 
 p 5 When the sleepers in the ground 
 Rise to judgment from the dust. 
 Sinners then shall not be found 
 Glad companions of the just. allen. 
 
 2. First Version. -L.M. Sherburne. Rockingham. 
 Christ triumphing over his Enemies. 
 
 1 WHY do God's enemies arise, 
 His holy kingdom to depress.^ 
 Why take proud counsel, and devise 
 Malignant plots of foolishness.'* 
 
 2 They say,— "Come, let us break his bands, 
 And his anointed Son oppose;" — 
 
 But He, who heav'n and earth commands, 
 Holds in derision all his foes. 
 
 3 The King on Zion'sholy hill, 
 
 (jnless they bow, will smite them down; 
 Their souls with anguish He will fill, 
 And meet them with terrific frown. 
 f 4 Jesus shall reign, till all the world 
 
 Shall feel his blest and righteous sway, 
 Till tyrants from their seats are hurl'd, 
 And pagans cast their gods away. 
 
PSALM 2. 5 
 
 p 5 Bewnse now, therefore, O ye Kings; — 
 Ye Chiefs and Judges, serve the Lord, 
 Lest, when the judgment-trumpet rings, 
 "Depart!" shall be your dooming word! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Marloio, Lutzen, 
 Christ exalted. 
 
 1 WHY did the nations join to slay 
 The Lord's anointed Son? 
 
 Why did they cast his laws away 
 And tread his gospel down ? 
 
 2 The Lord, who sits above the skies, 
 Derides their rage below; 
 
 He speaks with vengeance in his eyes, 
 And strikes their spirits through. 
 
 3 "I call Him my eternal Son, 
 And raise Him from the dead ; 
 I make my holy hill his throne, 
 And wide his kingdom spread." 
 
 4 Be wise, ye Rulers of the earth, 
 Obey th' anointed Lord ; 
 Adore the King of heav'nly birth, 
 And tremble at his word. 
 
 5 With humble love address his throne, 
 For, if He frown, ye die ; — 
 Those are secure, and those alone. 
 
 Who on his grace rely. watts. 
 
 Third Version. — Ts. Palmer, Rutland, 
 Vain Resistance to Christ, 
 1 LO, what tumult rises high ! 
 Why do foolish nations rag^? 
 Why do kings God's wi*ath defy.'* 
 Vain the contest, which they wage : — 
 mf "Quick his bands we'll break," they say, 
 ^'Quick his fetters cast away! " 
 
 — 2 God doth smile, as He looks down; 
 
 God their projects doth deride : 
 
 Soon their forces are o'erthrown. 
 
 By his wrath they're scatter'd wide : — 
 mf "Lo, my King a crown doth wear 
 
 On my hill of Zion fair! " 
 1* 
 
PSALM 2. 
 
 3 *' This is my divine decree: — 
 Thee, my Son, at my right hand 
 I have plac'd in majesty ! 
 
 Ask of Me; at my command 
 Thou shalt have for heritage 
 All earth's tribes from age to age ! " 
 
 4 Kings below ! submit, be wise ; — 
 Judges of the earth ! attend ; — 
 Him, who came down from the skies, 
 Rev'rence now ; before Him bend ; 
 Lest He soon his wrath display, 
 
 And ye perish from the way ! all en. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 8 ^ 4. Palestine, 
 ChrisVs universal Kingdom. 
 
 1 UPRAIS'D on Zion's holy hill, 
 Jesus is high enthroned in light ; 
 His Kingdom all the earth shall fill. 
 
 His beams on heathen lands shine bright, 
 From Mercy's throne. 
 
 2 Be wise now, therefore, O ye Kings! 
 Be warn'd, ye Judges of the earth! 
 To God present pure offerings. 
 Extol his name with rev'rent mirth, 
 
 With songs bow down. 
 
 3 The Gospel of his Son obey. 
 Lest soon his flaming wrath arise. 
 And so ye perish from the way. 
 And lose the honors of the w^se, — 
 
 A heav'nly Crown! allen. 
 
 Fifth Version. — H.M. MandelL Stotu. 
 Jesus the King of Zion. 
 
 1 ON Zion's holy hill 
 Jesus now reigneth King ; 
 His truth the earth shall fill. 
 
 His praise through earth shall ring ; 
 For such is God's unchang'd decree, 
 And what He says will surely be ! 
 
 2 Why then do foes combine 
 His rightful bands to burst? 
 Though Kings and Judges join. 
 These foes shall die accurst ; — 
 
PSALM 3. 7 
 
 The Lord their vain designs controls, 
 And in his wrath will vex their souls. 
 
 p 3 Be wise, ye high and low. 
 
 And serve the Lord with fear; 
 
 Humbly to Jesus bow. 
 
 While mercy's call ye hear ; — 
 mf Blest are the men, in Him who trust, 
 
 A crown awaits them with the just ! allen. 
 
 3. First Version. — L. M. St. Pauls. Alfreton. 
 A Morning Psalm. 
 1 O LORD, how many are my foes. 
 In this weak state of flesh and blood? 
 My peace they daily discompose. 
 But my defence and hope is God. 
 
 p 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day. 
 To Thee I rais'd an evening cry : 
 Thou heard 'st, when I began to pray, 
 And thine almighty help was nigh. 
 
 — 3 Supported by thy heav'nly aid, 
 
 I slept, defended by thy pow'r ; 
 Not death shall make mj heart afraid, 
 > Though I should wake and rise no more. 
 
 mf 4 But God sustain'd me all the night: 
 
 < Salvation doth to God belong ; 
 
 f He rais'd my head to see the light. 
 
 And make his praise my morning song, watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M, Medway. JVazareth. 
 God our Defence. 
 mp 1 HOW wide the torrent of my woes.'* 
 
 How bold and num'rous. Lord, my foes.^ 
 With taunting, impious words they say, 
 *^ 'Tis vain to hope in God and pray." 
 
 mf 2 Yet art Thou my secure defence. 
 
 My Shield, and Rock, and Confidence: — 
 
 p I sought Thee in my sore distress. 
 
 And Thou didst hear, and love, and bless. 
 
 — 3 1 laid me down in peril's path. 
 
 Nor feared my foes' revengeful wrath ; 
 
8 PSALM 4. 
 
 In peace I slept, and morning's light 
 Prov'd thy sustaining hand by night. 
 
 4 Though thousands, then, in thick array 
 Shall press me, 'twill not bring dismay ; 
 f Thou wilt appear my Savior God, 
 
 And scatter all my foes abroad ! allen. 
 
 < 
 >- 
 
 4. First Version. — C. M. Corinth, Woodstock. 
 An Evening Psalm. 
 afF 1 LORD, Thou wilt hear me, when I pray, 
 Thy face on me shall shine, 
 I fear before Thee all the day, 
 < I am forever thine ! 
 
 p 2 And while I rest my weary head, 
 From cares and business free, 
 'Tis sweet conversing on my bed 
 With my own heart and Thee. 
 
 3 I pay this evening sacrifice: 
 And when my work is done, 
 
 mf Great God, my faith, my hope relies 
 Upon thy grace alone. 
 
 4 My peaceful thoughts to Thee I raise, 
 Then give mine eyes to sleep ; 
 
 mf Thy hand in safety keeps my days, 
 
 And will my slumbers keep. watts. 
 
 Second Version. — 6s. Chaplin. 
 
 [Repeat the first 2 lines of the tune.] 
 God our Portion. 
 1 MANY there be, that say, 
 ''Who yet will show us good ? " 
 Talking like this world's brood ; 
 But, Lord, thus let me pray, 
 mf ''On us lift up the light 
 
 Of thy blest count'nance bright! " 
 
 — 2 Into my heart more joy 
 
 And gladness hast Thou put, 
 Than when a year of glut 
 Their stores doth over-cloy, 
 And from their plenteous grounds 
 Their corn and wine abounds. 
 
PSALM 4, 5. 
 
 3 In peace at once will I 
 
 Both lay me down and sleep, 
 For Thou alone dost keep 
 Me safe, where'er I lie ; 
 mf As in a rocky cell 
 
 Thou mak'st me safely dwell. milton. 
 
 Third Versiox.— S. P. M. Dalston, 
 God a Refuge. 
 Aflf 1 OH, hear me in distress, 
 God of my righteousness, 
 And give enlargement from my grief ; 
 My erring ways I mourn, — 
 In thy great mercy turn, 
 And cheer me with the glad relief. 
 
 2 Ye Sinners, meditate 
 On your sad, rain'd state 
 
 In silence on your midnight-bed ; 
 
 And, as ye stand in awe 
 
 Of God's most holy law. 
 
 Oh, seek His grace, who for you bled ! 
 
 3 While many say with fear, 
 
 '•'Our darkness who can cheer. 
 
 And plenteous, earthly good bestow?" — 
 
 mf Say ye, ''Give us the light. 
 
 Lord, of thy face most bright, 
 
 <: Then we the bliss of heav'n shall know ! " 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 5. First Version. — L. M. Medicay. JS^azareth, 
 
 Prayer to God. 
 Aff 1 LORD, hearken to my mournful cry, 
 And let thy saving power be nigh ; 
 With every morning's light I'll bring 
 My pray'r to Thee, my God and King. 
 
 2 Thy temple will I rev'rent seek. 
 And bow in worship with the meek. 
 Pleading the wonders of thy love, 
 And asking mercies from above. 
 
 — 3 Never shall evil dwell with Thee, 
 
 And from thy presence sinners flee ; 
 
10 PSALM 5. 
 
 But, though the wicked Thou destroy, 
 < Let good men ever shout for joy. 
 
 — 4 On righteous men, whom Thou dost know, 
 mf Salvation, Lord, wilt Thou bestow. 
 To them thy grace wilt freely yield. 
 And compass them as with a shield, allen. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Dedham. Downs, 
 For the Lord^s Day Morning, 
 
 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 his Father's throne 
 Our songs and our complaints. 
 
 mp 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. 
 
 mf 4 But to thy' house will I resort, 
 To taste thy mercies there ; 
 I will frequent thy holy court. 
 And worship in thy fear. 
 
 mp 5 My feet O may thy Spirit guide 
 In righteous, holy ways. 
 That from thy paths I ne'er may slide, 
 Nor sink in dread amaze. 
 
 mf 6 The men, who love and fear Thee, Lord,^ 
 Shall see thy face reveal'd, 
 Protected by thy mighty word, 
 As compass'd with a shield. watts. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. St, Anns, London, 
 Worship of God, 
 
 1 JEHOVAH, to my words give ear, 
 My meditation weigh ; — 
 My King, my God, my voice O hear, 
 For I to Thee will pray. 
 
PSALM 5, 6. 11 
 
 2 Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear; 
 Lord, in the morning I 
 
 Will unto Thee direct my prayer. 
 And will look up on high. 
 
 3 For thou art not a God, that will 
 In wickedness delight. 
 
 Nor shall with Thee dwell any ill, 
 Nor fools stand in thy sight. 
 
 4 But I will to thy house draw near 
 In thine abundant grace ; 
 
 And I will worship in thy fear 
 Towards thy Holy Place. 
 
 N. England psalms. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 7s. KimbalL JVuremburg, 
 Pleading with God. 
 p 1 HEAR me, O my God, most high. 
 Hearken to my humble cry, — 
 Cry with every morning's light 
 From a suppliant in thy sight. 
 
 — 2 Evil shall not dwell with Thee ; 
 Sinners from thy face shall flee ; 
 Men of falsehood and of blood 
 Shall be swept with vengeful flood. 
 
 p 3 I thy holy temple seek 
 
 With the humble and the meek ; 
 Grant thy favor. Lord, and bless, 
 Lead me in thy righteousness. 
 
 f 4 Let thy servants lift their voice. 
 In Thee let them all rejoice ; 
 Let them grateful praises yield. 
 Thou art their defence and shield. allen. 
 
 6. First Ver. — L. M. Sunderland. Randolph. 
 Prayer in Sorroio and Sickness heard. 
 Aflf 1 THOUGH I deserve thy chast'ning rod, 
 Rebuke me not in wrath, O God ! 
 Have pity on my guilty soul. 
 And all my grief and fears control. 
 
 2 Bring me not down unto the grave, 
 But let thy pard'ning mercy save. 
 
12 PSALM 6, 7. 
 
 For who, that in the grave shall sleep, 
 Thy name can praise, thy statutes keep? 
 
 3 Mine eye grows dim and fails with grief, 
 In vain I seek the wish'd relief ; 
 With bitter tears my sin I mourn. 
 Return, O gracious God, return ! 
 
 f 4 The Lord doth hear me in his love. 
 And sends salvation from above ; 
 I've gain'd the vict'ry o'er the foe, 
 And joy and praise succeed to wo ! alleitI 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Grafton. Patmoi 
 Earnest Supplication. 
 Aff 1 O LORD, rebuke me not in wrath, 
 Nor sorely chasten me ! 
 Have mercy. Lord, for in my path 
 I walk in fear of Thee ! 
 2 And Thou, Jehovah, O how long? — 
 O, give me light once more ; 
 For in the grave thry sing no song 
 In praise of mercy's power. 
 
 2 With tears and groaning, Lord, I pray ; 
 I make my bed to swim ; 
 Mine eye with sorrow wastes away, 
 On foes it looks forth dim. 
 
 f 4 
 
 Ye workers of iniquity. 
 Depart ! — God hears my voice, 
 And, while my foes confounded flee, 
 My soul shall e'er rejoice ! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 First Ver.— L. M. Hebron, Duke Street. 
 God the Protector of the Righteous, 
 
 1 IN Thee, O Lord, I put my trust, 
 In Thee most holy, good and just ; — 
 Defend me from malignant foe. 
 And let me thy salvation know. 
 
 2 Though num'rous sins thine eyes may see, 
 In this I'm innocent with Thee ; — 
 Then turn away the threat'ning sword. 
 And vindicate thy servant, Lord. 
 
PSALM 7, 8. IS 
 
 3 Forever, Lord, maintain the right, 
 And let thy justice shine forth bright ; — 
 ■ So shall thy people give Thee praise. 
 
 And monuments of honor raise. allen. 
 
 Second Version. — S. P. M. Dalston, Peters. 
 The Wicked punished. 
 
 1 THE anger of the Lord, 
 
 Like outstretch'd, gleaming sword. 
 
 Should strike the wicked with dismay ; 
 
 The Lord hath bent his bow, 
 
 His arrows swift will go, 
 
 And madden 'd persecutors slay. 
 
 2 How oft the very ill, 
 Design'd by sinner's will. 
 
 Has fallen down on his o^vn head ? 
 
 How often have his feet, — 
 
 A retribution meet, — 
 
 Been caught in net, for others spread? 
 
 3 Believe, that God is just. 
 In his sure promise trust. 
 
 Nor fear the face of wicked foe ; 
 
 Give praise to God most high, 
 
 Who reigneth in the sky. 
 
 And rules in righteousness below! allen. 
 
 8. First Version. — L. M. Brewer, Timshury, 
 Children praising God. 
 1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies, 
 Through the wide earth is spread thy name ; 
 mf And thine eternal glories rise 
 
 O'er all the heav'ns, thy hands did frame, 
 
 — 2 To Thee the voices of the young 
 
 A monument of honor raise ; 
 
 And babes, with uninstructed tongue, 
 mf Declare the wonders of thy praise. 
 
 3 Thy pow'r assists their tender age 
 To bring proud rebels to the ground, 
 To still the bold blasphemer's rage, 
 And all their policies confound, 
 2 
 
14 PSALM 8. 
 
 4 Children amidst thy temple throng, 
 To see their great Redeemer's face ; 
 The Son of David is their song, 
 f And young hosannas fill the place. watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Duke street. Jllfreton. 
 Adam and Christ ; Old and new Creation, 
 1 LORD, what was man, when made of clay. 
 That beasts and birds should him obey? 
 That Thou shouldst set him, by thy grace, 
 But just below an angel's place? 
 
 mf 2 But O, what brighter glories wait 
 To crown the second Adam's state ? 
 What honors shall thy Son adorn, 
 Who condescended to be born ? 
 
 > 3 See Him below his angels made? 
 
 > See Him in dust a victim laid! 
 f But soon He rises up again. 
 
 On high with power divine to reign. 
 
 mf 4'^The world to come, redeem'd from all 
 The mis'ries, that attend the fall. 
 New made, and glorious, shall submit 
 At our exalted Savior's feet. watts. 
 
 Third Version. — L. M. Walton. Winchester. 
 God's Condescension to Man. 
 
 1 WHEN heav'n's wide arch attracts my sight, 
 The wondrous work, thy fingers wrought, 
 The silver moon, and stars of light 
 
 In depths of space beyond all thought, 
 
 2 O'erwhelm'd with vastness, I exclaim, — 
 *'Lord, what is man, whom Thou dost bless? 
 Lord, what is man, that he should claim 
 Thy watchful care and tenderness? 
 
 3 With glory hast Thou crown'd his head, 
 And made him lord of all below ; — 
 
 The master's eye strikes brutes with dread, 
 And all their king and master know." 
 
 4 Then, while he praises thy great name, 
 Let him a mild dominion wield. 
 
 And learn, while he respects thy claim. 
 
 The rev'rence, he exacts, to yield. allen. 
 
PSALM 8. 15 
 
 Fourth Version. — C. M. St Martins. JVewton. 
 ChriaVs Condescension. 
 
 1 O LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great 
 Is thine exalted name ? 
 
 The glories of thy heav'nly state 
 Let men and babes proclaim. 
 
 2 When I behold thy works on high. 
 The moon, that rules the night. 
 And stars, that well adorn the sky, 
 Those moving worlds of light ; 
 
 p 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, 
 Who dwells so far below. 
 That Thou should'st visit him with grace, 
 And love his nature so ? — 
 
 4 That thine eternal Son should bear 
 To take a mortal form. 
 
 Made lower than his angels are^ 
 To save a dying worm .^ 
 
 5 The lesser glories of thy Son 
 Shone through the fleshy cloud ; — 
 
 mf Now we behold Him on his throne, 
 And men confess Him God. 
 
 6 Let Him be crowni'd with majesty, 
 Who bow'd his head to death ; 
 And be his honors sounded high 
 By all things, that have breath. 
 
 f 7 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great 
 Is thine exalted name ? 
 The glories of thy heav'nly state 
 Let the whole earth proclaim! watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — S. M. Dover. Bender. 
 God^s Love to Man. 
 mf 1 O LORD, our King, most dread! 
 Thy name is all divine ; 
 Thy glories round the earth are spread. 
 And o'er the heav'ns they shine. 
 2 When to thy works most bright 
 I raise my wond'ring eyes. 
 And see the moon, complete in light. 
 Adorn the darksome skies ; — 
 
16 PSALM 8, 9. 
 
 3 The stars when I survey. 
 And all their shining forms ; 
 
 p Lord, what is man, the child of clay, 
 Akin to dust and worms ? 
 
 4 Lord, what before thy face 
 Is man of humble birth? — 
 
 Next to thine angels is his place, 
 mf The master of the earth ! 
 
 5 Thine honors crown his head. 
 While beasts, like slaves, obey, 
 
 And birds, with swiftest wings outspread, 
 And fish that cleave the sea. — 
 
 6 Thy bounties we proclaim ; 
 How wondrous are thy ways? 
 
 Of dust and worms thy power can frame 
 A monument of praise. watts. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 75. Southampton. Kimball. 
 Christ humbled and exalted. 
 
 1 JESUS, Lord, how excellent 
 
 Is thy name through earth's extent? 
 And how wondrously on high 
 Beams thy glory on the eye ? 
 
 2 When the arch of azure hue, 
 Fill'd with worlds of light, I view, — 
 Silver moon, and glimm'ring star. 
 Twinkling from its depths afar; 
 
 mp 3 What is man, O Lord, that Thou 
 
 Should'st his form assume below? — 
 
 p It was mercy brought Thee down 
 From the glories of thy throne! 
 
 4 Breaking from thy rock-hewn tomb, 
 <: Thou didst rise to heav'n, thy home ; 
 f Now with honor art Thou crown'd. 
 
 And the earth thy praise shall sound ! allei 
 
 9. First Version. — L. M. Danvers, Uxbridge. 
 God a Judge and a Refuge. 
 f 1 WITH my whole heart thy praise I'll sing. 
 And show thy wondrous works, my King ! 
 
PSALM 9. 17 
 
 In Thee will I rejoice, Most High ! 
 And celebrate thy Majesty. 
 2 O Thou, whose throne is fix'd in light, 
 Thou hast maintain'd my cause and right ; 
 But all the wicked Thou wilt slay ; 
 > E'en their memorial sinks away. 
 
 — 3 Thou, Lord, forever wilt endure, 
 
 Thy law is just, thy judgments sure ; 
 Thy justice shall the world confess, 
 When judg'd by Thee in righteousness, 
 p 4 Thou art a refuge for th' oppress'd. 
 
 Thy love in trouble makes them blest ; 
 
 — Therefore shall they, who know thy grace, 
 Confide in Thee, and seek thy face. 
 
 f 5 Then praises to your God and King, 
 Ye saints, with gladsome voices sing; 
 His works of mercy ceaseless tell ; 
 In Zion He delights to dwell. allen. 
 
 Second Versiox. — C. M. Lutzen. Marlow. 
 
 God the Confidence of the Righteous. 
 mf 1 WITH my whole heart I'll raise my song, 
 Thy wonders I'll proclaim ; 
 Thou sovereign Judge af right and wrong 
 Wilt put my foes to shame. 
 
 2 Thee, glorious God, I'll praise and bless ! 
 Thou dost prepare thy throne 
 To judge the world in righteousness, 
 And make thy vengeance known. 
 
 — 3 Thou, Lord, wilt safest refuge prove 
 
 For all, who are oppress'd. 
 To guard the people of thy love, 
 >• And give the w eary rest. 
 
 — 4 The men, who know thy name, will trust 
 
 In thy abundant grace. 
 
 For Thou didst ne'er forsake the just, 
 
 Who humbly sought thy face. 
 
 mf 5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord, 
 Who dwells on Zion's hill. 
 Who executes his threat'ning word, 
 And doth his grace fulfil. watts. 
 
 2* 
 
18 PSALM 9, 10. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Downs, Patmos^ 
 The Equity of Providence. 
 
 1 WHEN the great Judge, supreme and just. 
 Shall once inquire for blood, 
 
 The humble souls, who mourn in dust. 
 Shall find a faithful God. 
 
 2 He from the dreadful gates of death 
 Does his own children raise : 
 
 f In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath, 
 They sing their Father's praise. 
 
 — 3 By thy just judgments, mighty God, 
 Are thy deep counsels known ; 
 When men of mischief are destroy'd. 
 The snare must be their own. 
 
 4 Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat, 
 To judge and save the poor; 
 
 mf Let nations tremble at thy feet, 
 And man prevail no more. 
 
 5 Thy thunder shall affright the proud, 
 And put their hearts to [)ain. 
 
 Make them confess, that Thou art God, 
 And they but feeble men. watts. 
 
 10. First Ver. — L. M. Old Hundred. Hamburg, 
 God the Reprover of the impious, 
 
 1 O, LORD, why standest Thou afar, 
 When raging foes urge on their war. 
 And impious men, in swelling pride. 
 Thy pow'r and providence deride ? 
 
 2 Blind to thy glories, spread abroad, 
 Have they not said, ''there is no God ?" 
 Then, Lord, stretch out thy mighty hand ; 
 Let them thy judgments understand. 
 
 3 Arise! 0, Lord, our God, arise! 
 
 And hear thy mourning servants' cries ; 
 Let wicked men oppress no more. 
 And shield the fatherless and poor. 
 
 f 4 0, God, most High, th' eternal King, 
 Thy promis'd works of grace we sing, 
 
PSALM 10. 1^ 
 
 For idol gods shall bow their head. 
 
 And through the world thy gospel spread ! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 Second Version. — CM. JVottingham. Colchester, 
 
 God the Defence of the Righteous. 
 
 1 LORD, shall the wicked still deride 
 Thy justice and thy power ? 
 Shall they advance their heads in pride. 
 And still thy saints devour? 
 
 mf 2 Arise, O, Lord ; lift up thy hand, 
 >> Attend our humble cry ; 
 — No enemy shall dare to stand, 
 When God ascends on high. 
 
 3 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, 
 And cause thine ear to hear, — 
 Hearken to what thy children say. 
 And put the world in fear. 
 
 joaf 4 • Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, 
 
 No more despise the just ; 
 
 And mighty sinners shall confess, 
 > They are but earth and dust. watts. 
 
 Third Version. — S. M. Olmutz, Watchman, 
 God the Avenger. 
 
 1 THY face why dost Thou hide, 
 When troubles throng around, 
 And men of wickedness and pride 
 The poor cast to the ground ^ 
 
 2 Like lion from his den. 
 They lie in wait each day. 
 
 Then spring upon incautious men, 
 And make the wretch their prey. 
 
 3 They say with taunts and flings ; 
 "God's eye doth not behold ; 
 
 His justice no avengement brings: 
 We'll sin with purpose bold !" — 
 
 4 Sees not thy searching eye, 
 And wilt Thou not requite? 
 
 Then strike the vvicked from on high, 
 And drive them from thy sight. 
 
20 PSALM 11. 
 
 mp 5 Thou hear'st the humble pray'r. 
 
 And none seek Thee in vain ; 
 
 The fatherless shall be thy care, 
 mf And justice ever reign ! allen. 
 
 11. First Vers. — L. M. Brentford. Alfreton. 
 Condition of the Righteous and Wicked, 
 1 MY refuge is the God of love : 
 Why do my foes insult and cry, 
 '^Fly like a tim'rous, trembling dove. 
 To distant woods or mountains fly?" 
 
 mf 2 The Lord in heav'n has fix'd his throne, 
 His eye surveys the world below: 
 To Him all mortal things are known ; 
 To Him all sinful power must bow. 
 
 — 3 If to his saints He seem severe. 
 
 To prove their love and try their grace ; 
 What must the bold transgressors fear ? 
 His very soul abhors their ways. 
 
 4 On impious wretches He shall rain 
 Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death! 
 Such, as He kindled on the plain 
 
 Of Sodom with his angry breath. 
 
 5 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls. 
 Whose thoughts and actions are sincere. 
 And with a gracious eye beholds 
 
 The men, who his own image bear. watts. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Dover, Olmutz. 
 
 God the Righteous Judge. 
 1 THE wicked bend their bow. 
 
 With arrow on the string; 
 
 Yet, Lord, my trust in Thee, I know. 
 
 Shall never sorrow bring. 
 5i Thy throne is plac'd on high. 
 
 But earth is in thy view. 
 
 And, while thy servants Thou dost try, 
 
 Bold sinners meet their due. 
 
 3 As Sodom by the fire 
 
 And storm sunk with the dead; 
 So shall the tempest of thine ire 
 r> Sweep foes to ruin dread. 
 
PSALM 11, 12. 21 
 
 — 4 But Thou, O Lord, on high 
 
 Dost love thy servants well, 
 f And Thou wilt lift them to the sky, 
 
 With Thee fore'er to dwell ! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — 7s. JVuremburo;, Kimball, 
 God the defence of the Righteous. 
 
 1 IN the Lord I put my trust, 
 God Almighty and most just: 
 Why then bid me take my flight. 
 Like a bird to mountain's height.'* 
 
 2 Lo, the wicked bend their bow, 
 Aiming good men to bring low; 
 Yet the Lord, enthron'd on high, 
 Sees, and to his saints is nigh. 
 
 3 On the wicked He shall rain 
 Fire and brimstone down again; 
 For the wicked He doth hate. 
 And their pride he will abate. 
 
 mf 4 On the righteous He will send 
 Joys and glories without end; 
 He will bless them with his love. 
 Measureless like heav'n above ! allen. 
 
 12« First Version. — L. M. Hebron. Seasons. 
 God^s help in evil Times. 
 
 1 HELP, Lord ; the godly man has fled, 
 The faithful no where can be found, 
 Mildew from every lip is shed. 
 
 And truth is fallen to the ground. 
 
 2 The scorner proud things dares to speak. 
 Dishonoring thy glorious name : — 
 
 He asks, — "Shall God regard the meek? 
 Can God on high man's rev'rence claim .^" 
 
 3 To vindicate thy suffering poor, 
 f O Lord, in majesty arise ; 
 
 Let selfishness oppress no more, — 
 Abase the pride, which Thee defies. 
 
 Aff 4 Thy words are sweet unto my taste : 
 They shine in purity of light ; 
 
22 PSALM 12, 13. 
 
 Not silver, through the furnace past, 
 
 Appears with beams so pure and bright, allen. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Grafton. Burford, 
 General Corruption of Manners. 
 
 1 HELP, Lord! for men of virtue fail, 
 Religion loses ground ; 
 
 The sons of violence prevail, 
 And treacheries abound. 
 
 2 Their oaths and promises they break, 
 Yet act the flatt'rer's part ; 
 
 With fair, deceitful lips they speak, 
 And with a double heart. 
 
 3 Scoffers appear on every side, 
 Where a vile race of men 
 
 Are rais'd to seats of pow'r and pride, 
 And bear the sword in vain. 
 
 4 Lord, when iniquities abound, • 
 And blasphemy grows bold. 
 
 When faith is hardly to be found, 
 And love is waxing cold ; 
 
 5 Is not thy chariot hast'ning on.'* 
 Hast Thou not giv'n the sign? 
 May we not trust and live upon 
 A promise so divine ? 
 
 mf 6 Thy word, like silver sev'n times tried, 
 Through ages shall endure ; 
 The men, who in thy truth confide. 
 Shall find thy promise sure. watts. 
 
 13. First Version. — L. M. Medway. Ramoth. 
 
 Hope in Darkness. 
 p 1 HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain, 
 Like one, who seeks his God in vain? 
 Canst Thou thy face forever hide, 
 And I still pray and be denied? 
 
 2 Shall I forever be forgot. 
 
 As one, whom Thou regardest not ? 
 Still shall my soul thine absence mourn. 
 And still despair of thy return ? 
 
PSALM 13. 23 
 
 8 How long shall my poor, troubled breast 
 Be with these anxious thoughts oppress'd? 
 And Satan, my malicious foe, 
 Kejoice to see me sink so low? 
 
 4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief. 
 Before my death conclude my grief; 
 If Thou withhold thy heav'nly light, 
 
 I sleep in everlasting night. 
 
 5 How will the pow'rs of darkness boast. 
 If but one praying soul be lost? 
 
 But I have trusted in thy grace. 
 And shall again behold thy face. 
 
 6 What'er my fears or foes suggest, 
 
 f Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; 
 My heart shall feel thy love, and raise 
 My cheerful voice to songs of praise, watts. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Dundee, Patmos. 
 
 Prayer in Temptation. 
 
 p 1 HOW long wilt Thou conceal thy face ? 
 My God, how long delay? 
 When shall I feel those heav'nly rays. 
 That chase my fears away? 
 
 2 How long shall my poor, lab'ring soul 
 Wrestle and toil in vain ? 
 
 Thy word can all my foes control. 
 And ease my raging pain. 
 
 3 See how the prince of darkness tries 
 All his malicious arts ! 
 
 He spreads a mist before my eyes. 
 And throws his fiery darts. 
 
 mf 4 Be Thou my sun, and Thou my shield ; 
 
 My soul in safety keep ; 
 
 Make haste, before mine ej^es are seaPd 
 len In death's eternal sleep. 
 
 mf 5 Thou wilt display that sov'reign grace, 
 Where all my hopes have hung ; 
 I shall employ my lips in praise. 
 And vict'ry shall be sung ! watts. 
 
24 PSALM 13, 14. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Grafton, Medjield 
 Pleading with God. 
 Aff 1 O LORD, in thy regardless ear 
 How long shall I complain? 
 Oh, when wilt Thou in mercy hear, 
 Nor let me cry in vain ? 
 
 2 How long shall I perplex my soul, 
 And feel oppressive grief? 
 Must I still bear my foe's control. 
 And idly seek relief? 
 
 3 Oh, must I longer, longer mourn, 
 Burden'd with wo and fear? 
 Return, O Lord, in love return, 
 And thy poor servant cheer. 
 
 4 Hear, O my God, my humble cries, 
 Restore my failing breath, 
 Oh, lighten up these heavy eyes, 
 
 > And save from sleep of death. 
 mf 5 I trust thy mercy and thy love, 
 O Thou, my bounteous King! 
 -< Both here and in thy courts above 
 f I will rejoice and sing! allen 
 
 14. First Version. — C. M. Grafton, Patmos, 
 Man's Depravity. 
 
 1 FOOLS in their hearts believe, and cry, 
 '' Religion all is vain ! 
 
 There is no God, who reigns on high, 
 Or minds th' affairs of men ! " 
 
 2 The Lord from his celestial place 
 Look'd down on things below. 
 
 To find the man, who sought his grace, 
 Or did his justice know. 
 
 3 By nature all are gone astray, 
 Their practice all the same: 
 
 There's none, who walks in God's right way, 
 There's none, who loves his name. 
 
 4 Their tongues are used to speak deceit. 
 Their slanders never cease ; 
 
 How swift to mischief are their feet, 
 Nor know the paths of peace? 
 
PSALM 14. 25 
 
 5 Such seeds of sin, that bitter root. 
 In ev'ry heart are found ; 
 Nor can they bear diviner fruit. 
 Till grace refine the ground. watts. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Dedham. Broomsgrove, 
 
 The Folly of Persecutors. 
 
 1 ARE sinners now so senseless grown, 
 That they the saints devour? 
 
 And never worship at thy throne. 
 Nor fear thine awful power ? 
 
 2 Great God ! appear to their surprise. 
 Reveal thy dreadful name ; 
 
 Let them no more thy wrath despise. 
 Nor turn our hopes to shame. 
 
 3 Dost Thou not dwell among the just? 
 And yet our foes deride, 
 
 That we should make thy name our trust: 
 Great God ! confound their pride ! 
 
 mf 4 O that the joyful day were come 
 
 To terminate our wrongs ! 
 f When God shall bring his children home, 
 
 We'll raise our endless songs! watts. 
 
 Third Version. — S. M. Bender. Boxford, 
 Universal Depravity. 
 
 1 FOOLS in their hearts have said, 
 ''There is no God on high. 
 
 No mighty Judge, whom we should dread. 
 With vengeance in his eye !" 
 
 2 The Lord from heav'n look'd dow^n. 
 To see his offspring here, 
 
 If any his pure truth had known. 
 Or serv'd their God ^vith fear. 
 
 p 3 But all have gone aside. 
 
 All from his statutes rove ; 
 None in the ways of right abide. 
 None seek the things above. 
 
 — 4 Have ye no eyes to see, 
 
 Nor reason's'^light to learn, 
 3 
 
26 PSALM 15. 
 
 Ye workers of iniquity, 
 That God's fierce wrath will bum ? 
 mf 5 0, that from Zion's gate 
 
 Salvation's streams might flow! 
 p When God restores our captive state, 
 mf Our joys will overflow ! allen. 
 
 liO. First Version. — L. M. Jlppleton, UxhridgeX 
 Character of the Righteous, 
 
 1 WHO shall ascend thy heav'nly place. 
 Great God, and dwell before thy face? 
 The man, who minds religion now, 
 And humbly walks with God below. 
 
 2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean, 
 Whose lips still speak the things they mean ; 
 No slanders dwell upon his tongue 5 
 
 He hates to do his neighbor wrong. 
 
 3 Firm to his word he ever stood. 
 And always makes his promise good ; 
 He never deals in bribing gold, 
 
 The poor oppress'd his hands uphold. 
 
 4 He loves his enemies, and prays 
 
 For those, who curse him to his face, — 
 And does to all men still the same. 
 That he from them would hope or claim. 
 
 5 Yet, when his holiest works are done, 
 His soul depends on grace alone : — 
 
 mf This is the man, thy face shall see. 
 
 And dwell forever.. Lord, with Thee * watjs. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Appletcn. Hebron, 
 Character of a Citizen of Zion. 
 
 1 WHO shall within thy house abide.'* 
 Who in thy holy hill shall dwell .? 
 
 ir He, who from right ne'er turns aside. 
 Nor fails his tongue the truth to tell: — 
 
 2 Who ne'er backbites nor hurts the fame, 
 The good name, which his neighbor bears. 
 Nor e'er withstands his lawful claim, 
 Nor aught of his estate impairs : — 
 
PSALM 15. 27 
 
 3 Who looks with keen, indignant eye 
 On vileness, though in pomp display'd. 
 But honors virtuous poverty. 
 And all in holiness array'd : — 
 
 — 4 The man, who thus is seen upright. 
 Shall be of God, his Maker, lov'd, 
 
 mf His home shall be in heav'nly light. 
 
 When earth's foundations are remov'd. allen. 
 
 Third Vers. — C. M. St.Martins, JVottingham. 
 The Heir of Heaven. 
 
 1 WHO shall inhabit in thy hill, 
 O God of holiness? 
 
 Whom will the Lord admit to dwell. 
 Where saints his name confess ? 
 
 2 The man, who walks in pious ways, 
 And works with pious hands ; 
 Who on his Maker's promise stays, 
 And follows his commands. 
 
 3 He speaks the thing, his heart conceives, 
 Nor slanders with his tongue ; 
 
 An ill report he scarce believes. 
 Nor does his neighbor wrong. 
 
 4 No wealthy sinner he reveres; 
 Loves all, who fear the Lord ; 
 
 And, though to his own hurt he swears, 
 Still he performs his word. 
 
 5 His hands a golden bribe repel. 
 And never gripe the poor: 
 
 mf ' This man with God on earth shall dwell, 
 
 And find his heav'n secure. watts. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 7s. JVitremburg. Turin. 
 The Man approved of God. 
 [Repeat the first 2 lines of the tune N.] 
 1 WHO shall dwell, O Lord, with Thee, 
 In thy high pavilion bright ? 
 He, whose hands from stains are free; 
 He, who walks in ways upright; 
 Speaking truth with kindly fongue, 
 Neyer charg'd with shameful wrong : — 
 
28 PSALM 16. 
 
 2 In whose eyes the vile are mean, 
 Though array'd in golden dust, 
 But to whom all fair and sheen 
 Seem the humblest of the just, — 
 mf All the men in virtue's guise, 
 Denizens of yonder skies: — 
 
 — 3 Who from promise ne'er is bent. 
 Scorning bribes of yeJlow gold ; 
 Guardian of the innocent, 
 Of oppress'd men patron bold ; — 
 mf He, who thus abides in love. 
 Surely has a home above ! 
 
 16. FirstVer. — L. M. Rockingham. Hebron. 
 
 Good works. The Love of the Good. 
 PRESERVE me, Lord, in time of need ; 
 For succor to thy throne I flee, 
 But have no merits there to plead ; 
 My goodness cannot reach to Thee. 
 
 p 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confess'd, 
 How poor my soul, how weak my frame ; 
 
 — My praise can never make Thee blest, 
 Nor add new glories to thy name. 
 
 3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap 
 Some profit by the good I do ; 
 These are the company, I keep, 
 These are the choicest friends, I know. 
 
 4 Let others choose the sons of mirth. 
 To give a relish to their wine ; 
 
 mf I love the men of heav'nly birth. 
 
 Whose thoughts and language are divine. 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. St. Pauls. Farnsworth. 
 Hope of the Resurrection. 
 
 1 WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong ; 
 His arm is my almighty prop ; 
 
 mf Be glad, my heart, rejoice my tongue, 
 p My dying flesh shall rest in hope. 
 
 2 Though in the dust I lay my head. 
 Yet, gracious Lord, Thou wilt not leave 
 
PSALM 16. 29 
 
 My body always with the dead. 
 Nor of glad hope my soul bereave. 
 
 mf 3 My flesh shall thy first call obey, 
 
 Shake off the dust and rise on high ; 
 Then shalt Thou lead the wondrous way 
 Up to thy throne above the sky, 
 
 4 There streams of endless pleasure flow ; 
 And full discov'ries of thy grace. 
 Which we but tasted here below, 
 Spread purest joys through all the place. 
 
 WATTS, 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. JYichols. Westford. 
 Support and Counsel from God, 
 
 1 LET heathens to their idols'haste, 
 And worship wood or stone, 
 
 But my delightful lot is cast. 
 Where the true God is known. 
 
 2 His hand provides my constant food, 
 He fills my daily cup ; 
 
 Much am I pleas'd with present good, 
 But more rejoice in hope. 
 
 mf 3 "God is my joy and hope," I say ; 
 
 ''His counsels are my light ; 
 — He gives me sweet advice by day, 
 
 And gentle hints by night !" 
 
 4 My soul would all her thoughts approve 
 To his all-seeing eye ; 
 mf Not death, nor hell my hope shall move, 
 
 While such a friend is nigh. watts. 
 
 Fourth Version. — C. M, Dundee, Colchester. 
 Resurrection of Christ. 
 
 1 ''MY spirit. Lord, Thou wilt not leave 
 In dark abyss to dw^ell ; 
 
 Thy word all quick'ning I believe, 
 And trust thy promise well. 
 
 2 "The path of life Thou hast reveal'd 
 That leads me to thy throne ; 
 
 / Thy courts immortal pleasure yield, 
 Thy presence joys unknown." 
 3* 
 
30 PSALM 16. 
 
 f 
 
 — 8 Thus, in the name of Christ, the Lord, 
 
 The holy David sung. 
 
 And Providence fulfils the word 
 
 Of his prophetic tongue. 
 
 p 4 Jesus, whom every saint adores, 
 
 Was crucified and slain : 
 f Behold, the tomb its prey restores ! 
 
 Behold, He lives again ! 
 
 — 5 When shall my feet arise and stand 
 
 On heav'n's eternal height? 
 f There sits the Son at God's right hand, 
 
 Array'd in glorious light ! wattsJ 
 
 Fifth Version. — S. M. Dover, Stonington, 
 God the portion of the Righteous. 
 
 1 O LORD, I trust in Thee! 
 
 I said,~.''Thou art my God! » 
 O, let thy mercies come to me. 
 For in thy paths I've trod. 
 
 2 Thy House shines forth most bright ; 
 'Tis dear unto my heart ; 
 Thence, where is all my pure delight, 
 My feet shall ne'er depart. 
 
 3 Though men their idols serve, 
 And kindle altar-flames, 
 I from thy worship ne'er will swerve, 
 Nor will I speak their names! 
 
 mf 4 Jehovah, with his grace, 
 
 Is mine, forever mine ! 
 mp My lot is cast in pleasant place, 
 
 My heritage divine ! 
 
 5 Heav'n's path Thou wilt me show, 
 Blessings beyond time's power, 
 mf The streams of good, that overflow. 
 
 Pleasures forevermore ! allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 75. Edyfield. Southampton. 
 The Resurrection, 
 I GUARD me, for in Thee I trust, 
 Lord, most holy, good, and just ; 
 
PSALM 17. 31 
 
 Thou, on earth my refuge nigh, 
 mf Thou, my heritage on high ! 
 
 2 Hence my heart all gladness feels. 
 Oft my tongue thy grace reveals, 
 
 p And my flesh in hope shall rest, 
 — Sure to dwell with all the blest ! 
 
 3 Ne'er did He, thy Holy One, 
 Laid in tomb with sealed stone. 
 Feel corruption's mould'ring breath ; 
 
 mf But He burst the bonds of death ! 
 
 4 I too, Lord, at length shall rise. 
 Flying upward to the skies ! 
 
 f Fullest joy Thou wilt restore. 
 
 Pleasures pure, forevermore ! allen. 
 
 17. First Version. — L. M. Appleton. Hingham. 
 
 The SainVs Hope : or the Resurrection. 
 
 1 LORD I am thine, but Thou wilt prove 
 My faith, my patience, and my love; 
 When men of spite against me join. 
 They are the sword, the hand is thine. 
 
 2 Their hope and portion lie below ; 
 'Tis all the happiness they know ; 
 
 'Tis all they seek; they take their shares, 
 And leave the rest among their heirs. 
 
 3 What sinners value, I resign ; 
 
 Aflf Lord, 'tis enough, that Thou art mine ; 
 
 I shall behold thy blissful face, 
 
 And stand complete in righteousness, 
 p 4 This life's a dream, an empty show ; 
 mf But the bright world, to which I go, 
 
 Hath joys substantial and sincere ; 
 
 When shall I wake, and find me there ? 
 
 f 5 O, glorious hour ! blest abode ! 
 I shall be near and like my God ; 
 And flesh and sin no more control 
 The sacred pleasures of the soul ! 
 
 P 6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, 
 
 <: Till the last trumpet's joyful sound, 
 
 > Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, 
 
 f And in my Savior's image rise. watts. 
 
32 PSALM 17. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Dedham. Ferry, 
 Confidence in God. 
 
 1 ATTEND, O Lord, unto my cry, 
 Unto my prayer give ear ; 
 Behold me with impartial eye. 
 And by thy sentence clear. 
 
 2 Thy wondrous loving kindness show, 
 Thy grace and love to me, 
 
 O, Thou, who dost thy servants know. 
 That put their trust in Thee. 
 
 f 3 When the last trumpet wakes the dead, 
 
 Thy face shall I behold, 
 p Uprising from my lowly bed, 
 f To taste of joys untold ! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — -S. M. Boylston. Olmutz, 
 
 Portion of Saints and Sinners, 
 
 1 ARISE, my gracious God, 
 And make the wicked flee ; 
 They are but thy chastising rod, 
 To drive thy saints to Thee. 
 
 p 2 Behold, the sinner dies ; — 
 
 — His haughty words are vain ; 
 Here, in this life, his pleasure lies, 
 
 > And ail beyond is pain. 
 
 — 3 Then let his pride advance, 
 
 And boast of all his store ; 
 mf The Lord is my inheritance, 
 My soul can wish no more ! 
 
 4 I shall behold the face 
 Of my forgiving God, 
 
 And stand complete in righteousness, 
 Wash'd in my Savior's blood. 
 
 5 There's a new heav'n begun, 
 When I awake from death, 
 Drest in the likeness of thy Son, 
 
 ^A.nd draw immortal breath. watts^ 
 
PSALM 18. 33 
 
 18. First Version. — L. M. Brentford. Appleton, 
 Rejoicing in God, 
 
 1 JUST are thy ways, and true thy word. 
 Great Rock of my secure abode ; 
 Who is a God beside the Lord? 
 
 Or Where's a refuge like our God ? 
 
 2 'Tis He, who girds me with his might, 
 Gives me his holy sword to wield, 
 And, while with sin and hell I fight. 
 Spreads his salvation for my shield. 
 
 3 He lives, and blessed be my Rock, 
 The God of my salvation lives ! 
 The dark designs of hell are broke ! 
 
 p Sweet is the peace my Father gives. 
 
 mf 4 Before the scoffers of the age 
 I will exalt my Father's name. 
 Nor tremble at their mighty rage. 
 But meet reproach and bear the shame. 
 
 — 5 To David and his royal seed 
 
 Thy grace forever shall extend; 
 
 Thy love to saints, in Christ, their head, 
 
 Knows not a limit, nor an end. watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Winchester. Walton. 
 God the Defence of his Sei'vants. 
 
 1 WHEN to my God on high I cried, 
 
 f Then shook the earth and trembled wide; 
 For He was wroth, and blazing fire 
 Was kindled by his dreadful ire. 
 
 2 He bowed the heav'ns, and He came down ; 
 Under his feet was darkness strown ; 
 
 He rode upon the cherubins, 
 
 He flew upon the wings of winds ! 
 
 3 Thick darkness did his throne surround, 
 Dark clouds pavilion'd Him around, 
 He thunder'd in the heav'ns on high. 
 His lightnings darted through the sky ! 
 
 4 His foes, discomfited, o'erthro^vn, 
 Jehovah by his might is kno^\Ti! 
 Blest are the men, who trust in God, 
 
 For them his arm is stretch'd abroad. allen. 
 
34 PSALM 18. 
 
 Third Version. — L. M. Hebron. Uxbridge. 
 Deliverance from Despair, 
 
 Aff 1 THEE will I love, O Lord, most high, 
 My rock, my tow'r, my sure defence ; 
 On thy strong arm will I rely, 
 For I have found salvation thence. 
 
 p 2 I saw the op'ning gates of hell. 
 
 With endless pains and sorrows there, 
 Which none, but they, who feel, can tell, 
 While I was hurried to despair. 
 
 3 In grief I call'd on God aloud, 
 
 When I could scarce believe Him mine ; 
 To my complaints his ear He bow'd ; 
 < Then did his grace appear divine. 
 
 mf 4 At his rebuke the tempter fled, — 
 The blast of his almighty breath; 
 He chas'd away my fears and dread, 
 
 > And drew me from the depths of death. 
 
 f 5 My song forever shall record 
 That terrible, that joyful hour. 
 And give the glory to the Lord, 
 Due to his mercy and his power. watt«« 
 
 Fourth Version. — L. M. Yale. Alfreton. 
 
 Sincerity : God impartiaU 
 
 1 LORD, Thou hast seen my soul sincere, 
 Hast made thy truth and love appear ; 
 Before mine eyes I set thy laws, 
 
 And Thou hast own'd my righteous cause, 
 
 2 What sore temptations broke my rest? 
 What wars and struggles in my breast ? 
 But through thy grace, that reigns within, 
 I guard against my darling sin. 
 
 3 The sin, that close besets me still, 
 
 That works and strives against my will,— - 
 mf When shall thy Spirit's sov'reign pow'r 
 Destroy it, that it rise no more ? 
 
 — 4 With an impartial hand the Lord 
 Deals out to mortals their reward : 
 
PSALM 18. 35 
 
 The kind and faithful soul shall find 
 A God as faithful and as kind. 
 5 The just and pure shall ever say, 
 
 Thou art more pure, more just, than they; 
 And men, who love revenge, shall know, 
 God hath an arm of vengeance too. watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — C. M. JSTottingham, Stephens. 
 
 God gives Victory. 
 
 mf 1 WE love Thee, Lord, and we adore ; 
 Now is thine arm reveaPd ; 
 Thou art our strength, our heavenly tow'r, 
 Our bulwark and our shield. 
 
 2 We fly to our eternal Rock^ 
 And find a sure defence ; 
 His holy name our lips invoke, 
 And draw salvation thence. 
 
 f 3 When God, our leader, shines in arms. 
 What mortal heart can bear 
 The thunder of his loud alarms. 
 The lightning of his spear ? 
 
 mf 4 He rides upon the winged wind, 
 And angels in array 
 In millions wait to know his mind. 
 And swift as flames obey. 
 
 — 5 Oft has the Lord whole nations blest 
 For his own churches'^ sake ; 
 The pow'rs, that give his people rest, 
 Shall of his care partake. watts. 
 
 Sixth Version. — C. M. Nottingham. Tolland^ 
 The Conqueror^s Song. 
 mf 1 TO thine almighty arm we owx 
 The triumphs of the day ; 
 Thy terrors,. Lord, confound the foe, 
 And melt their strength away. 
 
 2 'Tis by thy aid our troops prevail. 
 And break united pow'rs. 
 Or burn their boasted fleets, or scala 
 The proudest of their tow'rs. 
 
36 PSALM 18. 
 
 3 In vain to idol saints they cry, 
 And perish in their blood : 
 
 f Where is a rock, so great, so high, 
 So pow'rful, — as our God? 
 
 4 The Rock of Israel ever lives, 
 His name be ever blest ; — 
 
 'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives, 
 > And gives his people rest. watts. 
 
 Seventh Version — C. M. St. Anns. London, 
 The Majesty of God. 
 
 1 THE Lord descended from his seat, 
 And bow'd the heav'ns most high; 
 He came, and cast beneath his feet 
 The darkness of the sky. 
 
 2 On cherub and on cherubins 
 Full royally He rode, 
 
 And on the wings of all the winds 
 Came flying all abroad. 
 
 5 From heav'n above the Lord most good 
 Did fetch me from below. 
 
 And pluck'd me from the raging flood, 
 That did me overflow. 
 
 4 Unspotted is Jehovah's way, 
 His word is purely tried: 
 To such He is a shield and stay. 
 As in his faith abide. sternhold. 
 
 Eighth Version. — S. M. Dover. Boylslon. 
 
 God a Savior. 
 Afif 1 O'ER WHELM'D, to God I cried,— 
 
 ''Hear, O Thou God of love ! 
 
 Turn not from me thine ear aside. 
 
 But save me from above ! " 
 
 f 2 Then earth in terror shook. 
 
 The rock-built mountains steep 
 Trembled, nor could God's anger brook, 
 Nor their foundations keep. 
 
 3 The Lord from heav'n came down, — 
 Darkness beneath his feet : — 
 
PSALM 18. 37 
 
 He rode on cherub as his throne. 
 He flew on tempest fleet. 
 
 4 He thunder'd from on high. 
 He utter'd forth his voice ; 
 His lightnings gleam'd out on the eye ; 
 The earth shook at the noise ! 
 
 Aff 5 In mercy from above. 
 
 From out the waters deep 
 
 He drew me in his saving love; — 
 
 And safely will He keep ! allen. 
 
 Ninth Ver. — S. M. St, Thomas. Silver Street. 
 Jehovah a Rock, 
 
 1 MOST firm is thy good word. 
 And nought my trust shall shock ; 
 For who is God, except the Lord, 
 And who, besides, a Rock ? 
 
 2 As with the hind's swift feet 
 I've fled from urging foe. 
 
 Or, dress'd in panoply complete, 
 Have laid my foemen low ! 
 
 3 An arm of pow'r and right 
 Hath ever fought for me ; — 
 
 His arm, who met the tempter's might, 
 And gain'd the victory ! 
 
 f 4 Jehovah lives above. 
 
 And, blessed be my Rock, 
 
 No pow'r my confidence shall move, 
 
 My trust in Him shall shock ! allen. 
 
 Tenth Version. — 7s. Bates. Southampton. 
 God a glorious Protector. 
 f 1 GOD, my strength and my high tower, 
 Buckler, shield, and castled rock ! 
 Vain th' assault of hostile powder ; 
 Fearless will I meet the shock. 
 
 2 Lo, He bows the arched skies, 
 Comes He glorious as a God ! 
 Swift on cherub's wings He flies, 
 Borne by mighty winds abroad. 
 4 
 
38 PSALM 18, 19. 
 
 — 3 Darkness is beneath his feet, 
 
 Thickest mists before him rise ; 
 Deep, dark waters are his seat, 
 Clouds involve him in the skies. 
 
 f 4 Thunders God in heav'n aloud. 
 Sudden bursts the blazing light ; 
 Hail stones fall from frowning cloud, 
 Putting all his foes to flight. 
 
 — 5 In the storm I feel no dread, 
 mf God, my Savior, is my trust : 
 
 What can hurt my guarded head? — 
 Always God protects the just ! alleic. 
 
 Eleventh Version. — 85 Sf Is. Sicily. Cesarea. 
 God a Refuge. 
 1 GOD, the horn of my salvation! 
 I will love thy holy name ; 
 Never shall thine indignation 
 Bring me, as my foes, to shame. 
 
 p 2 Once I was oppressed with sorrow. 
 Floods of tempting pow'rs assail 'd, 
 Hope from earth no light could borrow, 
 Sad, my mis'ry I bewail'd. 
 
 3 Then to Thee, O Lord, I prayed. 
 Thou didst hear my mournful cry 5 — 
 
 mf All in majesty arrayed, 
 
 Thou didst come down from the sky. 
 
 4 Earth unto its deep foundation 
 Trembles at the coming God: 
 Clouds flame out thine indignation, 
 
 f Tempests bear Thee all abroad. 
 
 mf 5 I am safe : — my God defends me, 
 Ever to his saints He's nigh ; — 
 Quick deliv'rance Jesus sends me 
 From his gracious throne on high. alleit. 
 
 19. First Ver.— L. P. M. JVashville. jyewcourL 
 The Book of JVature and Scripture. 
 
 f 1 GREAT God, the heav'ns' well-order'd frame 
 Declares the glories of thy name ; 
 
PSALM 19. Sa 
 
 There thy rich works of wonder shine : 
 A thousand starry beauties there, 
 A thousand radiant marks appear 
 
 Of boundless pow'r and skill divine. 
 
 — 2 From night to day, from day to nighty 
 
 The dawning and the dying light 
 Lectures of heav'nly wisdom read ; 
 p With silent eloquence they raise 
 
 Our thoughts to our Creator's praise, 
 And neither sound nor language need. 
 
 mf 3 I love the volumes of thy word ; 
 
 What light and joy these leaves afford 
 d To souls benighted and distress'd? 
 
 — Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, 
 Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, 
 
 > Thy promise leads my heart to rest, watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M, Hebron. Rothivell, 
 JVature and Scripture compared. 
 
 1 The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord, 
 In ev'ry star thy wisdom shines ; 
 But, when our eyes behold thy word, 
 We read thy name in fairer lines. 
 
 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, 
 And nights and days thy pow'r confess • 
 But thy blest volume, pure and bright. 
 Reveals thy love and righteousness. 
 
 3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise 
 Round the whole earth, and never stand ; — 
 So, w^hen thy truth began its race. 
 
 It touch'd and glanc'd on ev'ry land. 
 
 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, 
 
 mf Till through the world thy truth has run ; 
 Till Christ has all the nations blest, 
 That see the light or feel the sun. 
 
 f 5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise ! 
 
 Bless the dark world with heav'nly light: 
 
 — Thy gospel makes the simple wise, 
 Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 
 
 6 Thy noblest wonders here we view 
 In souls renew'd and sins foro^iven : 
 
40 PSALM 19. 
 
 Aff Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew. 
 And make thy word my guide to heaven ! 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 Third Version. — L. M. Danvers. Bowen. 
 The Heavens speak of God. 
 
 1 The spacious firmament on high. 
 With all the blue, ethereal sky, 
 And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame, 
 Their great Original proclaim. 
 
 2 Th' unwearied sun from day to day 
 Doth his Creator's pow'r display. 
 And publishes to every land 
 The work of an Almighty hand. 
 
 p 9 Soon as the evening shades prevail. 
 The moon takes up the wondrous tale, 
 And nightly to the list'ning earth 
 Repeats the story of her birth ; 
 
 — 4 While all the stars, that round her burn, 
 
 And all the planets in their turn 
 
 Confirm the tidings, as they roll, 
 
 f And spread the truth from pole to pole. 
 
 mf 5 What though in solemn silence all 
 
 Move round the dark, terrestrial ball? 
 What though nor real voice nor sound 
 Amid their radiant orbs be found? 
 
 — 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice. 
 
 And utter forth a glorious voice. 
 Forever singing as they shine, 
 mf "The hand, that made us, is divine ! " addison. 
 
 Fourth Version. — L. M. Rothivell. JVazareth, 
 The Voice of JVature^ and the GospeL 
 
 1 THE orbs celestial, as they shine. 
 Proclaim, O Lord, thy majesty ; 
 Day speaks to day of pow'r divine. 
 And night to night announces Thee. 
 
 p 2 Though utt'ring no artic'late speech. 
 
 And to their voice no ear attend, 
 — . Yet through the earth their signals reach. 
 
 To distant worlds their words extend. 
 
PSALM 19. 41 
 
 S Behold the glorious, blazing Sun, 
 
 Which from his eastern chamber breaks, 
 Like a strong man his race to run, 
 And his wide heav'nly circuit makes ! 
 
 f 4 The Gospel is a brighter light, 
 
 More radiant to the dazzled eye, 
 <: Moving with more resistless might, 
 >• With wider circuit in the sky ! allen. 
 
 Fifth Version. — S. M. Dover. Paddington, 
 The Voice of JSTature. 
 
 1 BEHOLD, the lofty sky 
 Declares its maker, God, 
 
 And all his starry works on high 
 Proclaim his pow'r abroad. 
 
 2 The darkness and the light 
 Still keep their course the same, 
 While night to day, and day to night 
 Divinely teach his name. 
 
 S In ev'ry difF'rent land 
 
 Their gen'ral voice is known ; 
 They show the wonders of his hand, 
 And orders of his throne. 
 
 4 Ye Christian lands, rejoice ; 
 Here He reveals his word ; 
 
 We are not left to nature's voice, 
 To bid us know the Lord. 
 
 5 His statutes and commands 
 Are set before our eyes ; 
 
 He puts his gospel in our hands, 
 Where our salvation lies. 
 
 6 While of thy works I sing. 
 Thy glory to proclaim, 
 
 Accept the praise, my God, my King, 
 
 In my Redeemer's name ! watts. 
 
 Sixth Version.— S. M. Mornington, Beverly. 
 Excellence of the GospeL 
 1 Behold the morning sun 
 Begins his glorious way ; 
 
 4* 
 
43 PSALM 19. 
 
 His beams through all the nations run, 
 And life and light convey. 
 
 mf 2 But, where the gospel comes, 
 It spreads diviner light. 
 It calls dead sinners from their tombs, 
 And gives the blind their sight. 
 
 — 3 How^ perfect is thy w^ord. 
 And all thy judgments just ! 
 Forever sure thy promise, Lord, 
 And men securely trust. 
 
 4 My gracious God, how plain 
 Are thy directions given ? 
 Aff O may I never read in vain. 
 But find the path to heaven ! 
 
 6 I hear thy word with love, 
 And I would fain obey ; 
 Send thy good Spirit from above 
 To guide me, lest I stray. 
 
 mf 6 While with my heart and tongue 
 I spread thy praise abroad, 
 Accept the worship and the song. 
 My Savior and my God ! wattII 
 
 Seventh Ver. — S. M. St, Thomas, PaddingtonJi 
 
 God^s perfect Law, 
 
 1 THY perfect Law, O Lord, 
 Restores the erring soul ; 
 The Testimonies of thy word 
 All foolish thoughts control. 
 
 2 Thy Statutes, Lord, are right. 
 And fill the heart with joy; 
 Thy Truth, like yonder sun, is light. 
 Out-beaming on the eye. 
 
 3 Thy Fear from sin reclaims. 
 And ever shall endure ; 
 Thy Judgments, righteous in their aims. 
 True reverence ensure. 
 
 4 Less priz'd is finest gold. 
 Or diamond from the mine, — 
 
PSALM 19. 43 
 
 Honey most pure less sweet I hold. 
 Than this good Word of thine. 
 
 p 5 But who can understand 
 
 The error of his way ? 
 Aff Lord, cleanse Thou me by thy Command, 
 
 And keep me, lest I stray. 
 
 mf 6 So shall each word and thought 
 Be pleasing in thy sight, 
 O Thou, who hast thy servant bought. 
 And savest by thy might ! allen. 
 
 Eighth Version. — 75. Edijjield, Prentiss, 
 
 God's Works. 
 
 mf 1 LORD, the heav'ns thy pow'r proclaim, 
 Glitt'ring stars announce thy name, 
 Day to day repeats thy praise. 
 Night to night thy work displays. 
 
 p 2 They've no speech of Thee to speak, 
 Nor doth voice deep silence break ; 
 Yet distinctly is their word 
 
 o Through the earth's wide circuit heard. 
 
 mf 3 In his high pavilion bright 
 
 Dwells the sun in dazzling light, 
 Whence he comes in bridegroom's grace. 
 And like strong man runs his race. 
 
 4 Nought escapes his blazing eye, 
 Nought his burning heat can fly ; 
 Emblem faint of Thee most bright, — 
 Of thy Glory and thy Might ! allen. 
 
 Ninth Version. — 7s. Palmer, JSPiiremburg , 
 
 [Repeat the first two lines of the tune of N. ] 
 The Sujif and Sun of RighfeousJiess. 
 
 n 1 GOD for sim hath pitch'd a tent 
 In the heav'ns of wide extent. 
 Out of which the sun doth come, 
 Like a glad and gay bridegroom, 
 Or like giant stout and strong, 
 Running mighty race along. 
 
44 PSALM 19, 20. 
 
 2 He from east to west doth run ; 
 He the victory hath won ; 
 Darkness, conquer'd, flees away, 
 Night retires before the day ; 
 mf Lo, he comes in splendor bright, 
 Filling earth with his glad light. 
 
 f 3 Sun of Righteousness on high! 
 
 Gladlier dost Thou meet our eye: 
 
 Purer, brighter are thy beams, 
 
 Pouring wide the holiest gleams! 
 
 Soon shall all earth's darkness flee, 
 ff And the world thy glory see ! allen. 
 
 Tenth Version. — 7 i^- 4. Meredith, Aspiration » Z, 
 Thirst for Holiness. 
 Aff 1 Who his errors can survey? 
 
 Who can understand his way.^ i 
 
 Lord, from secret, guilty stain 
 Wash me, and from sin restrain : — 
 
 Guard and keep me, — 
 That I ne'er may sin again ! 
 
 2 Lead me to th' atoning blood, 
 In whose purifying flood 
 I may find a cleansing power, 
 With the strength to sin no more: — 
 
 Jesus ! — save me ! — 
 Give me grace in tempting hour. 
 
 3 Let the words, my lips impart, 
 Let the thoughts within my heart 
 Be, Lord, pleasing in thy sight ; 
 Let my soul be pure as light: — 
 
 Make me holy, — 
 My Redeemer and my Might ! allen. 
 
 20' First Version. — L. M. Medivay. J^TazaretK 
 Prayer and Hope of Victory. 
 
 Aff 1 Now may the God of pow'r and grace 
 
 Attend his people's humble cry ! 
 — Jehovah hears, when Israel prays, 
 
 And brings deliv'rance from on high. 
 
 m 
 
PSALM 20. 45 
 
 mf 2 The name of Jacob's God defends 
 Better than shields or brazen walls ; 
 He from his sanctuary sends 
 Succor and strength, when Zion calls. 
 
 — 3 Well He remembers all our sighs. 
 
 And freely his rich grace imparts ; 
 p His love accepts the sacrifice 
 > Of humble groans and broken hearts. 
 
 — 4 Now save us. Lord, from slavish fear, 
 mf Now let our hope be firm and strong. 
 
 Till thy salvation shall appear, 
 f And joy and triumph raise the song ! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Uxhmdge, Rockingham. 
 
 Trust in Christ. 
 
 1 HOLY, anointed King divine ! 
 In thy salvation we delight ; — 
 
 Thy name inscrib'd, our banners shine 5 
 For Thee, untrembling, will we fight. 
 
 2 Jehovah sav'd Thee from the grave; 
 From the high heav'n his arm was near ; 
 And Thou hast pow'r thy saints to save, 
 Thou hast a gracious ear to hear. 
 
 3 In scythed chariots some confide, 
 
 And some in horse, that paws the clod ; 
 mf We ask no pow'r upon our side. 
 
 Save thy great name, O Lord, our God ! 
 
 AfF4 O, blessed Jesus! let thy grace 
 
 Thy servants from corruption raise. 
 
 That, joyous, we may see thy face. 
 
 And give Thee everlasting praise ! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — 8 ^- 7. Messina, Dane, 
 God a Savior in Zion, 
 
 Aff 1 LORD, in troublous day be near me. 
 In the hour of pain and grief ; 
 In thy love and mercy hear me. 
 Send me quick and glad relief. 
 
 2 Out of Zion, thy blest dwelling. 
 Send me help and saving power ; 
 
46 rSALM 21. 
 
 mf Then shall notes of joy be swelling 
 Aff From the lips, which Thee adore ! — 
 
 3 Lord, my soul to Thee upraiseth 
 Monument of gratitude ; 
 Thee my soul, admiring, praiseth, 
 Thee, most merciful and good ! allek. 
 
 21. First Version.— L. M. TatnalL Mfreton. 
 Christ a King. 
 
 1 David rejoic'd in God, his strength, 
 Rais'd to the throne by special grace ; 
 But Christ, the Son, appears at length, 
 Fulfils the triumphs and the praise. 
 
 2 How great is the Messiah's joy 
 In the salvation of thy hand! 
 
 mf Lord, Thou hast rais'd his kingdom high, 
 
 < And giv'n the world to his command. 
 
 f 8 Honor and majesty divine 
 
 Around his sacred temples shine, 
 
 Blest with the favor of thy face. 
 
 And length of everlasting days. watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Bernard, Rockingham. 
 Christ raised to the Throne. 
 
 1 WHEN Jesus pray'd, Thou, Lord, wast nigh, 
 To lift Him from his rock-hewn bed: — 
 
 <z He rose triumphant to the sky, 
 
 — With kingly crown plac'd on his head. 
 
 2 The life. He ask'd, was freely given ; 
 Not transient life again below, 
 
 < But life, a blessed life in heaven, 
 -o While everlasting ages flow ! 
 
 mf 3 And now in thy salvation great 
 The King rejoices in the sky, 
 Exalted to a glorious state, 
 With honor crown'd and majesty. 
 
 f 4 Ye enemies of Zion's king. 
 
 Submit, lest He your souls destroy ; — 
 
 Jesus ! thy conqu'ring arm we sing, 
 
 And hope to see thy face with joy ! allen. 
 
PSALM 21, 22. 47 
 
 Third Version. — 8 <Sr '^5. Worthing, Cesarea. 
 Jesus the King of Zion, 
 
 1 LORD, the King of Zion joyeth 
 In the strength, Thou didst bestow. 
 And his thankful lips employeth 
 In thy praises, which o'erflow. 
 
 p 2 In his suiPring hour He prayed. 
 When outstretched on the tree ; 
 Thou didst hear Him, when dismayed, 
 And from wo didst set Him free. 
 
 mf 3 Chang'd his cross for throne in heaven, 
 Him the glorious hosts adore ; 
 Life, the life He askM, was given, 
 Length of days forevermore ! 
 
 p 4 By his grace the world redeeming, 
 mf All the earth thy love shall know ; 
 •< All shall see thy truth outbeaming, 
 f All to Zion's King shall bow ! allei^ . 
 
 22. First Version. — L. M. Cabot. Hanover, 
 ChrisVs Sufferings. 
 p 1 Now let our mournful songs record 
 The dying sorrows of our Lord, 
 When He complain 'd in tears and blood, 
 As one forsaken of his God. 
 
 — 2 The Jews beheld Him thus forlorn, 
 
 And shook their heads, and laugh'd in scom,- 
 
 "He rescued others from the grave ; 
 
 Now let Him try Himself to save." 
 
 Cadiz, 
 
 3 But God, his Father, heard his cry ; — 
 
 mf Rais'd from the dead. He reigns on high ; 
 
 The nations learn his righteousness, 
 p And humble sinners taste his grace. watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Buke street, Hebron. 
 Christ dying and rising. 
 Aff 1 "MY God! my Father and my God! 
 Why hast Thou now forsaken Me .'* " 
 
48 PSALM 22. 
 
 — Thus, while beneath the chast'ning rod, 
 Exclaim'd the Sufi'rer on the tree. 
 
 2 It was his final cry of wo: — 
 
 No more shall scorners shake the head, 
 Nor deem, as his heart's blood doth flow. 
 That God hath left Him with the dead. 
 
 f 3 He lives, salvation to confer ! 
 
 Awaking in majestic might, 
 <^* He bursts his rock-hewn sepulchre, 
 > And heav'n receives Him out of sight ! 
 
 f 4 Zion rejoice : — thy glorious King 
 
 Now reigns at God's right hand above ; 
 
 His triumphs loud extol, and sing 
 
 The untold wonders of his love ! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — L. M. Windham. Canton. 
 The Messiah'' s Prayer on the Cross. 
 Aff 1 MY God ! my God ! my sorrows see ! 
 O, why hast Thou forsaken Me? 
 Why is not, Lord, thy mercy near? 
 Why dost Thou turn away thine ear? 
 2 I hang a spectacle of scorn, 
 The Lamb of sacrifice forlorn ; 
 My foes reproach Me in their pride : — 
 How long shall all this grief abide? 
 
 — 3 They say, ''He trusted on the Lord 5 
 
 Then let God send his saving word. 
 
 Release Him from the cross-beam'd tree, 
 
 And set Him from his sorrows free ! " 
 Aff 4 Be not far from Me, O my God ; 
 
 I sink beneath thy smiting rod ! 
 p With bleeding hands and bleeding feet. 
 
 Dying for men, their scorn I meet. 
 Aff 5 Make haste, O God, my trust and strength, 
 
 And give Me rescuing help at length ! 
 
 O save Me from my untold wo ! 
 
 Let Me thy love and mercy know ! 
 
 — 6 Thus pray'd the Victim on the tree ; 
 
 God sav'd Him from his misery : 
 mf Exalted to a heav'nly throne, 
 
 All nations shall his glory own ! allen. 
 
PSALM 22. 49 
 
 Fourth Version. — C. M. Marlow. Colchester. 
 
 Christ's Sufferings and Kingdom, 
 
 1 '^NOW from the roaring lion^s rage, 
 O Lord, protect thy Son ; 
 
 Nor leave thy darling to engage 
 The pow'rs of hell alone !" 
 
 2 Thus did our suffering Savior pray. 
 With mighty cries and tears: 
 
 God heard Him in that dreadful day. 
 And chas'd away his fears. 
 
 f 3 Great was the vict'ry of his death. 
 
 His throne exalted high; 
 
 And all, that dwell on earth beneath, 
 •o Shall worship, — or shall die. 
 
 — 4 The isles shall know the righteousness 
 
 Of our incarnate God, 
 
 And nations, 3''et unborn, profess 
 f Salvation in his blood. watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — C. M. Dedham. Mhamj. 
 Confidence in God in Affliction. 
 
 1 Praise God, all ye, who fear his name. 
 Extol his mercy high ; 
 
 Ne^er will He put his friends to shame, 
 Who lift to Him their cry. 
 
 2 His face He did not hide from me, 
 But heard in suffering hour ; 
 
 To Him, then, songs of melody 
 I in his house will pour. 
 
 3 Ye sufferers ! in God confide ; 
 Your heart shall yet revive j 
 And all the people, far and wide. 
 
 Shall turn to God and live ! allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 75. Edijfield. PleyeVs Hijmn, 
 Christ praying to the Father. 
 Aff 1 '^0 my God, to Thee on high 
 Day and night I lift my cry ; 
 Vainly shall my cries outbreak '^ 
 Why dost Thou my soul forsake ? 
 5 
 
50 PSALM 22, 23. 
 
 2 "In my dark estate forlorn, , 
 Lo, I'm now the people's scorn, — 
 'Let his God appear and save, 
 Save Him from the yawning grave !' 
 
 3 "Wicked men enclose Me round, 
 And my blood bedews the ground, 
 Flowing from my hands and feet: 
 They their triumph deem complete. 
 
 4 "Be not far, my God, from Me ; 
 From my woes O set Mo free; 
 Let thy rescuing power be nigh, 
 Send deliv'rance from on high!" 
 
 5 God the SuflT'rer heard, and lo ! 
 Joy succeeds the cross-borne wo; 
 
 f Jesus rises from the grave, 
 
 Jesus reigns, the world to save ! allen. 
 
 Seventh Vers i ox. — 7s. Tfllmot. Kimball, 
 God heareth Prayer. 
 
 1 WHEN to God the Suff'rer cried, 
 God his pray'r did not despise. 
 Nor from Him his face did hide, 
 But sent mercies from the skies. 
 
 2 Then let God be ever prais'd 
 In the company of saints ; 
 
 f Let glad soiigs be everrais'd, 
 
 :> Grateful songs for sad complaints. 
 
 — 3 God will ever bless the meek, 
 
 God will cheer them with his love; 
 They, who earnest Him do seek, 
 
 f Shall inherit life above ! a.llen. 
 
 23. First Versiox.-L. M. Oxford. Ribbith. 
 God our Shepherd. 
 dol 1 MY Shepherd is the living Lord; 
 
 Now shall my wants be well supplied: 
 His providence and holy word 
 Become my safety and my guide. 
 
 2 In pastures, where salvation grows. 
 He makes me feed. He makes me rest; 
 
PSALM 23. 51 
 
 There living water gently flows, 
 And all the food's divinely blest. 
 
 3 My wand'ring feet his ways mistake; 
 But He restores my soul to peace. 
 And leads me, for his mercy's sake, 
 In the fair paths of righteousness. 
 
 4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale, 
 Where death and all its terrors are; 
 
 My heart and hope shall never fail, 
 f For God, my Shepherd's with me there, watts. 
 
 Second Ver. — L.M. Sudbury, Admah. Belville, 
 Jehovah our Shepherd. 
 
 dol 1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare. 
 And feed me with a shepherd's care; 
 His presence shall my wants supply, 
 And guard me with a watchful eye; 
 My noon-day walks He shall attend, 
 And all my midnight hours defend. 
 
 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint. 
 Or on the thirsty mountain pant. 
 To fertile vales and de^^y meads 
 My wear}^, wand'ring steps He leads, 
 p Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
 I Amid the verdant landscape flow. 
 
 ' — 3 Though in the paths of death I tread, 
 
 With gloomy horrors overspread, 
 mf My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, 
 For Thou, Lord, art with me still ; 
 Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
 And guide me through the dreadful shade. 
 
 — 4 Though in a bare and rugged way 
 
 Through devious, lonely wilds I stray. 
 Thy bounty shall ni}' pains beguile r 
 The barren wilderness shall smile, 
 
 mf With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, 
 
 And streams shall murmur all around, addison. 
 
 Third Version. — L. M. Orford, Hebron. 
 The Heavenly Shepherd, 
 dol 1 The Lord, my Shepherd, is on high, 
 To every want He brings supply. 
 
52 PSALM 23. 
 
 P In pastures green He gives repose. 
 And leads, where living water flows. 
 
 dol 2 When from his paths I go astray, 
 And wander in the perilous way. 
 My soul He kindly doth restore. 
 And keeps me, that I err no more. 
 
 3 Though I should walk in death's dark vale, 
 Where unshap'd shadows glide and wail, 
 His shepherd's crook shall guard and guide. 
 And nought of ill shall me betide. 
 
 < 4 Though dark the way, it leads to light, — 
 X Though fill'd with wo, to pure delight ; — 
 mp It leads from earth's low, dark abode 
 f Up to the glorious throne of God ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — C. M. Corinth. Heath, 
 God our, Shepherd, 
 
 dol 1 MY Shepherd will supply my need ; 
 Jehovah is his name ! 
 In pastures fresh He makes me feed, 
 Beside the living stream. 
 
 2 He brings my wand'ring spirit back, 
 When I forsake his ways, 
 
 , And leads me, for his mercy's sake, 
 In paths of truth and grace. 
 
 3 When I walk thro' the shades of death, 
 Thy presence is my stay ; 
 A word of thy supporting breath 
 Drives all my fears away. 
 
 4 Thy hand, in spite of all my foes, 
 Doth still my table spread ; 
 My cup with blessings overflows, 
 Thine oil anoints my head. 
 
 5 The sure provisions of my God 
 Attend me all my days ; 
 
 mf O may thy house be my abode.^ 
 
 And all my work be praise ! watts. 
 
PSALM 23. 53 
 
 Fifth Version. — C. M. Corinth, Heath. 
 God the Believer^ s Shepherd. 
 dol 1 MY Shepherd is the Lord, my God, 
 No want I e'er shall know ; 
 Guided by Him, my feet have trod, 
 Where greenest pastures grow. 
 
 2 He leadeth me along beside 
 The w^aters flowing still, 
 Restoring, as they gently glide, 
 My life and failing will. 
 
 3 Yea, though I walk thro' death's dark vale, 
 No fears my hope o'ersway ; 
 
 Thy presence, Lord, shall not then fail, — 
 Thy crook shall guide my way. 
 
 4 Thou pourest oil upon m}^ head, 
 Grace from thy boundless store ; 
 My table is with blessings spread. 
 My cup of joy runs o'er. 
 
 5 Through all my pilgrim life thy love 
 Shall still attend me well, 
 
 f And in thy temple bright above 
 
 <: I shall forever dwell! allen 
 
 Sixth Version. — S. M. Olmutz. Lathrop, 
 God's tender Care of his People. 
 
 1 THE Lord my Shepherd is, 
 I shall be well supplied ; 
 Since He is mine, and I am his, 
 What can I want beside .'' 
 
 2 He leads me to the place. 
 Where heav'nly pasture grows. 
 Where living waters gently pass. 
 And full salvation flows. 
 
 3 If e'er I go astray. 
 
 He doth my soul reclaim. 
 
 And guides me in his own right way 
 
 For his most holy name. 
 
 4 While He affords his aid, 
 I cannot yield to fear ; 
 
 5* 
 
54 PSALM 23. 
 
 Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, 
 My Shepherd's with me there. 
 
 5 In sight of all my foes 
 Thou dost my table spread ; 
 
 mf My cup with blessings overflows. 
 And joy exalts my head. 
 
 6 The bounties of thy love 
 Shall crown my foU'wing days, 
 Nor from thy house will I remove. 
 
 Nor cease to speak thy praise. watts. 
 
 Seventh Version. — 7s. JVorthivood, Edy field, 
 Jehovah our Shepherd, 
 
 dol 1 GOD'S my Shepherd, and his eye. 
 Sleepless, watches o'er my soul : 
 While his rod and crook are nigh, 
 I am safe, though wild beasts prowl. 
 
 2 He doth make me to repose 
 
 In the pastures green and fair ; — 
 pp Where the silent water flows. 
 He doth lead me safely there. 
 
 dol 3 Though I walk through death's dark vale, 
 Thou, O Lord, shalt be with me ; 
 My firm trust shall not then fail, 
 Peace and hope shall come from Thee. 
 
 4 Mercy flows down on my head, 
 Goodness from thy boundless store ; — 
 Richest blessings Thou dost spread ; 
 My full cup of joy runs o'er. 
 
 5 Safe, through all my pilgrim life. 
 Thou wilt guide me, where I roam. 
 And, beyond the closing strife, 
 Heav'n shall be my endless home! allen. 
 
 Eighth Version. — 7s. Turin, Rutland. 
 Christ our Shepherd, 
 
 dol 1 CHRIST, my Shepherd, is my guide, 
 All my wants shall be supplied; 
 He doth make me to repose. 
 Where the green, sweet pasture grows ; 
 
PSALM 23. 55 
 
 He doth lead me, at his will. 
 By the waters cool and still. 
 
 2 Though I walk in death's dark vale. 
 Never shall my courage fail ; 
 With thy rod protecting me. 
 
 All terrific shapes shall flee ; 
 Lo, thy staff shall guide my way 
 ^ Up to heav'n's eternal day ! allen. 
 
 Ninth Version. — 8s. JVorthJield. .Auburn. 
 The Heavenly Shepherd. 
 
 dol 1 MY Shepherd ! my soul He will feed ; 
 In folds of green grass I repose, 
 In pastures most sweet do I feed, 
 Pm led by the stream, that soft flows. 
 
 5i Though walking in sorrow's dark vale. 
 Yet there no strange ills shall affright ; 
 Thy crook, it will ever avail 
 To guard and to guide me aright. 
 
 3 My soul Thou wilt ever befriend ; 
 The cup of my bliss doth o'erswell ; 
 Sure goodness my days shall attend, 
 
 And in the Lord's house I shall dwell ! allen. 
 
 Tenth Vers. — lis. Tappaii. Portuguese Hymn. 
 The Shepherd of his People. 
 
 dol 1 THE Lord is my Shepherd, I never shall need. 
 In greenness of pasture He maketh me feed ; 
 He leadeth my soul by the still waters' side, 
 
 O- Where streams of salvation most gently do glide. 
 
 dol 2 My soul, when I rove. He doth kindly restore, 
 And me will He keep, that I wander no more ; 
 Of perils no form shall my courage affright, — 
 
 mf I'm safe with my Shepherd, the Lord of all might ! 
 
 dol 3 Yea, though thro' the vale of the shadow of death 
 I walk 'mid the shapes, which are stalking be- 
 neath. 
 No evil I'll fear, for Thou, Lord, art with me, 
 
 mf Thy rod and thy staff for my comfort shall be. 
 
66 PSALM 24. 
 
 dol 4 My table Thou spreadest in presence of foes, 
 
 Thine oil on my head now most fragrantly flows; 
 mf I never shall fail of thy goodness and love, — 
 f And ever shall dwell in thy temple above ! 
 
 24. First Version. — L. M. Boiven, Uxbridge- 
 Saints dwell in Heaven, 
 
 1 THIS spacious earth, O Lord, is thine, 
 Created bv thy pow'r divine ; 
 
 The building rear'd upon the flood, 
 A dwelling place for man it stood. 
 
 2 But there's a brighter world on high, 
 Thy palace, Lord, above the sky: — 
 
 p Who shall ascend that blest abode. 
 And dwell so near his Maker, God.'* 
 
 If 3 He, who abhors and fears to sin. 
 
 Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean ; 
 Him shall the Lord, the Savior, bless, 
 And clothe his soul with righteousness. 
 
 4 These are the men, the pious race, 
 Who seek the God of Jacob's face ; 
 f These shall enjoy the blissful sight, 
 
 And dwell in everlasting light! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Appleton, Hamburg. 
 Christ entering Heaven. 
 
 »f 1 REJOICE, ye shining worlds on high. 
 
 Behold the King of Glory nigh ! 
 p Who can this King of Glory be? 
 f The mighty Lord, the Savior's He ! 
 
 mf 2 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves display, 
 To make the Lord, the Savior, way ; 
 Laden with spoils from earth and hell, 
 ■^ The Conqu'ror comes with God to dwell. 
 
 3 Rais'd from the dead, He goes before, 
 He opens heav'n's eternal door. 
 
 To give his saints a blest abode, 
 
 Near their Redeemer and their God. watts. 
 
PSALM 24. 57 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Epping, Tallis Chant, 
 Ascension of Christ. 
 
 ir 1 '^ LIFT up your heads ye starry gates ! 
 Ye heav'nly doors, unfold ! 
 For lo, — the Kmg of Glory waits, 
 With myriads untold!" 
 
 2 Who is this King of Glory? Say. — 
 f We say, — ''The Lord of might, — 
 Deck'd in the Conqueror's array, — 
 In matchless glory bright !" — 
 
 If 3 Who is this King of Glory? — "He, 
 
 f Who burst the rock-built cave. 
 
 And set us from corruption free ! — 
 
 The Lord, mighty to save !" allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — S. P. M. Dudley. Dalston. 
 Jesus ascending. 
 
 If 1 "YE gates, lift up your head ! 
 Ye doors of heav'n^ be spread ! 
 
 For lo ! the King of Glory's nigh !" — 
 Who is this glorious King, 
 In praise of vs^hom ye sing, 
 Ye hosts, that come up to the sky? — 
 
 f 2 "The Lord of pow'r and might! 
 
 The Lord, array'd in light. 
 
 And crown'd with wondrous victory I" — 
 » » Who is this glorious King, 
 
 In praise of whom ye sing? — 
 ff "The Lord of hosts, the King most high !" 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 Fifth Version. — 75. Brown, Turin. 
 Heavenly Abode. 
 
 I » 1 WHO shall dwell in heav'n above, 
 
 Cheer'd with God's refulgent light? — 
 
 He, whose heart abides in love. 
 Never swerving from the right : — 
 
 He God's blessing shall receive 5 
 
 With his Savior shall he live ! 
 
68 PSALM 24. 
 
 fft 2 0, ye gates, lift up your heads! 
 Ope, ye everlasting doors ! 
 Lo, the King of Glory leads, 
 
 Earth to heav'n its King restores ! 
 — Ask ye, "Who's this glorious King?" 
 Myriads answer, while they sing : — 
 
 fft 3 "Jesus! first fruits from the dead, 
 He, before whom Satan fell ; 
 Radiant crown upon his head, 
 
 Conqueror of death and hell ; 
 Jesus, Lord of majesty, — 
 p He, who died for me and thee !" allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 75. Kimball, Wilmot, 
 
 Jesus ascending, 
 111 O, YE gates, be open'd wide! 
 
 Move, perpetual doors, aside, — 
 
 Let the King of Glory come ! 
 
 Him, ye Angels, welcome home ! 
 
 2 Ask ye, — "Who's this glorious King?" — 
 Myriads answer, while they sing, — 
 
 f "Jesus, conqueror of hell ! 
 He, before whom Satan fell ! 
 
 3 "He, the King of Glory bright, 
 Fountain of eternal light! 
 
 Let Him enter to his rest ; 
 
 Shouting say ye, — 'Be Thou blest !' " allen. 
 
 Seventh Ver. — 7s. JVuremburg, Southampton, 
 Ascension of Christ. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 1 EARTH and all its stores are God's, 
 Earth and all, that dwell below; 
 It He founded on the floods. 
 On the seas, which ever flow. 
 
 FIRST VOICE. 
 
 n 2 Who shall go up to God's hill, 
 Standing in his holy place ? 
 
 SECOND VOICE. 
 
 He with pure and humble will. 
 He, whose hands no crimes deface. 
 
PSALM 25. 
 
 59 
 
 f..4 
 
 mf 
 
 f 6 
 
 3 He God's blessing shall receive. 
 He God's favor shall possess. 
 
 FIRST VOICE. 
 
 This the people, who believe ; 
 These, O God, seek righteousness ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Lift your heads on high, ye gates! 
 
 Lift them, everlasting doors ! 
 
 For the King of Glory waits: 
 
 Let Him come, whom heav'n adores ! 
 
 FIRST VOICE. 
 
 5 King of Glory ! Who is He ? 
 
 SECOND VOICE. 
 
 Jesus ! Prince of heav'nly light ! 
 Jesus, crown 'd with victory ! 
 Jesus, coming in his might ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Lift your heads on high, ye gates ! 
 
 Lift them, everlasting doors ! 
 
 For the King of Glory w^aits : 
 
 Let Him come, whom heav'n adores ! 
 
 FIRST VOICE. 
 
 King of Glory ! Who is He ? 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Jesus, Savior, King of kings ! 
 
 Jesus, Lord of Majesty ! 
 
 He, whose praise all heaven sings ! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 25. First Version. — C. M. Dundee. Dedham. 
 Prayer for Mercy. 
 aff 1 I LIFT my soul, O Lord, to Thee, 
 My trust is in thy name, 
 O, guard me from mine enemy, 
 Nor let me suffer shame. 
 
 2 Show me thy pure and holy way. 
 Teach me the path of right ; 
 
 I seek thy mercy ev'ry day, 
 Be Thou my strength and light. 
 
 3 Remember not my sins of youth, 
 Nor sins of riper years, 
 
60 PSALM 25. 
 
 But kindly lead me in thy truth. 
 And save me from my fears. 
 
 4 Give me the joys of pard'ning love 
 Through Him, who died for me ; 
 Cause me to seek the things above, 
 From sinful chain set free. 
 
 5 The meek in judgment Thou wilt guide, 
 The meek wilt teach thy way ; 
 
 And such, as in thy truth abide, 
 mf Shall dwell in heav'nly day ! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Boylston, Olmutz. 
 Trust in God. 
 
 1 I LIFT my soul to God, 
 My trust is in his name ; 
 
 Let not my foes, that seek my blood, 
 Still triumph in my shame. 
 
 2 Sin and the pow'rs of hell 
 Persuade me to despair: 
 
 Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well. 
 That I may 'scape the snare. 
 
 3 From the first dawning light. 
 Till the dark evening rise. 
 For thy salvation, Lord, 1 wait 
 With ever longing eyes. 
 
 mp 4 Remember all thy grace, 
 And lead me in thy truth ; 
 Forgive the sins of riper days. 
 And follies of my youth. 
 
 — 5 The Lord is just and kind, 
 
 The meek shall learn his ways ; 
 
 And every humble sinner find 
 
 The methods of his grace. wat' 
 
 Third Version. — S. M. Bender. Dover. 
 Divine Instruction. 
 mp 1 WHERE shall the man be found, 
 Who fears t' offend his God, — 
 Who loves the gospel's joyful sound, 
 And trembles at the rod ^ 
 
PSALM 25, 26. 61 
 
 — 2 The Lord shall make him know 
 The secrets of his heart. 
 The wonders of his cov'nant show, 
 And all his love impart. 
 
 3 The dealings of his hand 
 Are truth and mercy still 
 
 With such, as to his cov'nant stand, 
 And cheerful do his will. 
 
 4 Their souls, redeem'd with blood, 
 mf Shall see their Maker's face ; 
 
 Their seed shall taste the promis'd good 
 In its extensive grace. watts. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 75. Edyfield, PleyeVs Hymn, 
 
 Prayer in Affliction. 
 Aff 1 LORD, my eyes are turn'd to Thee ! 
 0, from bondage set me free: 
 Lord, have mercy on my soul. 
 And my fears and woes control. 
 
 2 Thou dost see my troubled heart, 
 Pierc'd with sorrow's keenest dart: 
 Look in pity on my pain. 
 
 Wash away my guilty stain. 
 
 3 Thou dost see my num'rous foes ; 
 Well my soul their hatred knows : 
 Lord, deliver, rescue me. 
 
 For I trust alone in Thee ! 
 
 4 And from foes and malice fell, 
 Lord, redeem thine Israel : 
 When thy people to Thee cry, 
 
 God of mercy ! be Thou nigh ! allen. 
 
 26. First Version. — L. M. Hebron, Medivay, 
 Conscious Uprightness* 
 
 1 JUDGE me, O Lord, and prove my ways, 
 And search the secrets of my heart ; 
 
 My faith upon thy promise stays. 
 Nor from thy law my feet depart. 
 
 2 I hate to walk, I hate to sit 
 With men of vanity and lies ; 
 
 6 
 
62 PSALM 26. 
 
 The scoffer and the hypocrite 
 Are the abhorrence of my eyes. 
 
 3 Among thy saints, with unstain'd hand, 
 Will I appear in innocence ; 
 mp But, when before thy bar I stand. 
 The blood of Christ is my defence. 
 
 mf 4 I love thy habitation, Lord, 
 
 The temple, where thine honors dwell ; 
 There shall I hear thy holy word. 
 And there thy works of wonder tell. 
 
 — 5 Let not my soul be join'd at last 
 With men of treachery and blood. 
 Since I my days on earth have past 
 Among the saints, and near my God. watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Duke Street, fValtori. 
 Confidence in God, 
 
 1 JUDGE me, O Lord ! with heart upright 
 I've walk'd with Thee as in the light ; 
 I've trusted in thy mighty name ; 
 
 Lord, search me, as with eyes of flame! 
 
 2 Thy loving kindness, rich and free, 
 Lives in my grateful memory ; 
 And from thy truth's most holy path 
 I've swerv'd not, to incur thy wrath. 
 
 3 Dissembling, vain, and wicked men 
 My lov'd companions have not been ; 
 I've deem'd them as the pestilence ; 
 I'll wash my hands in innocence ! 
 
 Aflf 4 O, how thy temple, Lord, I love ! 
 
 That fount of joys, shed from above, 
 Of truth the pure and crystal well, — 
 The place, where Thou dost always dwell ! 
 
 5 Then whelm me not in vengeful flood 
 With men, who thy commands withstood ; 
 mf In thine assembly Thee I'll praise, 
 
 And joyful songs in heav'n will raise ! allen. 
 
PSALM 27. 63 
 
 27. First Version. — C. M. Amboy, Albany, 
 The Church our Delight, 
 
 1 THE Lord of Glory is mj^ light, 
 And my salvation too ; 
 
 God is my strength, and by his might 
 My foes P\\ overthrow. 
 
 2 For this one thing my spirit faints ; — 
 p O, grant me an abode 
 
 Among the churches of thy saints, 
 The temples of my God ! 
 
 2 There I thy wondrous grace shall prove, 
 And see thy beauty still ; 
 Shall hear thy messages of love, 
 And there inquire thy will. 
 
 — 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear. 
 
 There may his children hide ; 
 God has a strong pavilion, where 
 He makes my soul abide. 
 
 I mf 5 Now shall my head be lifted high 
 I Above my foes around, 
 
 f And songs of joy and victory 
 
 Within thy temple sound. watts. 
 
 SecOxXD Version. — C. M. Putney. Dedham. 
 Prayer and Hope, 
 n 1 SOON as I heard my Father say, 
 ''Ye Children, seek my grace," 
 My heart replied without delay, 
 "I'll seek my Father's face." 
 
 2 Let not thy face be hid from me, 
 I Nor frown my soul away ; 
 
 I p God of my life, I fly to Thee 
 In a distressing day. 
 
 — 3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear, 
 Leave me to want, or die, 
 My God my Savior will appear. 
 And all my need supply. 
 
 mf 4 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints. 
 And trust, still fearing nought ; 
 
64 PSALM 27. 
 
 He'll raise your spirit, when it faints, 
 
 And far exceed your thought. watts. 
 
 Third Version. — S. M. St. Thomas. Laban, 
 Trust in God, 
 II 1 JEHOVAH is my light, 
 My Savior and my guide ; 
 Who then my soul can e'er affright, 
 Or turn my peace aside ^ 
 
 2 Though host against me camp, 
 My heart shall fearless be ; 
 
 Though war should rise, and war-horse tramp, 
 No terror comes to me ! 
 
 3 Within his house to dwell 
 Is my inflam'd desire ; — 
 
 There his great truths to ponder well, 
 And for his face inquire. 
 
 mp 4 For there my soul shall rest, 
 
 As in their fold the flock ; 
 
 There shall my soul he safe and blest, 
 f Establish'd on a rock ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 7s. JVaremhurg, Edyjield. 
 Jesus a Rock, 
 II 1 THOU, the Lord, my fount of light! 
 What shall then my soul dismay? 
 Thou, my Savior and my might ! 
 Thou, my life's eternal stay ! 
 
 2 While I tread this vale of woes, 
 When around me troubles spread, 
 p God his fair pavilion shows, 
 
 Mercy, shelt'ring o'er my head ! 
 
 mf 3 He in safety shall conceal, 
 
 Where his holy dwellings tower. 
 
 To my soul the Rock reveal, 
 
 Jesus, Rock of endless power! goode. 
 
 Fifth Version. — 75. JVuremburg, Edyjield. 
 Prayer and Confidence in God. 
 aff 1 HEAR, O Lord, my mournful cry ; 
 Bring thy saving mercy nigh ; 
 
PSALM 27. 65 
 
 "Seek my face," Jehovah cried, — 
 "Thee Pllseek," my heart replied. 
 
 2 Put me not in wrath away, 
 Leave me not to wild dismay ; 
 God of my salvation, hear ! 
 With thy light my darkness cheer ! 
 
 3 When a father's loss I wail, 
 When a mother's love shall fail, 
 Then, O Lord, thy mercy free 
 Unremov'd shall stay with me ! 
 
 4 Oft my soul had fainted, Lord, 
 Had I not believ'd thy word. 
 Had not hope's all cheering light 
 Pour'd on me its radiance bright. 
 
 5 On the Lord with patience wait, 
 Boldly keep his path-way straight ; 
 He will strengthen thee each day ; 
 On Jehovah wait, I say ! allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 7s & 6s. Missionarij Hymn. 
 Confidence in God. 
 1 THE Lord is my salvation : 
 What can my soul dismay } 
 The tide of desolation 
 His arm will turn away; — 
 Though by a host surrounded, 
 My heart shall never fear; 
 My hope is firmly founded. 
 For God, my strength, is near. 
 
 mp 2 In ev'ry time of trouble. 
 
 When sorrows press me down, 
 When earth is but a bubble. 
 And all its joys are flown ; 
 Then in his tent He'll hide me, 
 And I his truth shall prove. 
 Nor can my foes deride me, 
 Pavilion'd in his love ! allen. 
 
 6* 
 
€6 PSALM 27, 28. 
 
 Seventh Version. — GSf4, Italian Hymn, 
 Confidence in God. 
 1 JEHOVAH is my light, 
 My trust, and shield, and might; 
 Whom shall I fear ? 
 Though I should meet a host, 
 My hope shall not be lost ; 
 In vain is all their boast. 
 
 For God is near! 
 
 mp 2 I have desir'd one thing 
 
 Of God, my heav'nlj King, 
 
 For that i pray ; — 
 mf In his blest house to dwell. 
 And there his wonders tell, 
 My joyful songs to swell 
 
 In praise alway ! 
 
 mp 3 For in dark trouble's hour 
 
 He'll guard me with his power, 
 And safely hide ; 
 f He'll set me on a rock ; 
 
 In vain my foes shall mock. 
 Above each hostile shock 
 
 I shall abide! allen. 
 
 28. First Ver.— L. M. Duke Street, Uxbrido;e. 
 God hearing Prayer, 
 Aff 1 O LORD, my rock, to Thee I cry. 
 Turn Thou to me with pitying eye. 
 Lest I their wretched doom should know, 
 Who in the pit of death sink low. 
 
 2 My supplicating voice O hear. 
 When 1 with uplift hands appear; 
 From them, that work iniquity, 
 In thy great goodness set me free. 
 
 mf 3 Forever blessed be thy name. 
 
 Thou hast not put my soul to shame; 
 Thou art my strength, and Thou my shield, 
 To me thy mercy was reveal'd. 
 
 p 4 O Lord, thy people's cause advance ; 
 And bless thine own inheritance. 
 
PSALM 28. 67 
 
 O, feed them with the bread of heaven, 
 
 To them let endless life be given ! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Colchester, St, Anns, 
 God a Refuge. 
 
 Aff 1 TO Thee, O Lord, my rock, I cry, 
 O, hear thy suppliant's voice ; 
 Let thine almighty arm be nigh, 
 Lest raging foes rejoice. 
 
 mf 2 Forever blessed be the Lord ! 
 
 Thou art my strength and shield ; 
 From heav'n was sent thy saving word, 
 Thy mercy was reveal 'd. 
 
 3 When Jesus, our exalted hewA, 
 From sealed tomb did rise, 
 He taught, that we should leave the dead, 
 
 < To meet Him in the skies. 
 
 p 4 From sin and wo thy Zion save; 
 Lord give us peace below. 
 And lift us from our lowly grave, 
 
 < The joys of heav'n to know I allen. 
 
 Third Version.— S. P. M. Dalston, Bethel. 
 Prayer and Praise* 
 
 Aflf 1 O LORD, to Thee I cry; 
 Let thy strong arm be nigh, 
 
 My num'rous, raging foes to quell! 
 mf O, blessed be the Lord, 
 
 Who sent his saving word, 
 
 And did my scornful foes repel ! 
 
 2 When Christ, our glorious head. 
 Rose, conqu'ring, from the dead, 
 He went up to his native skies; 
 P O, save us. Lord, from sin. 
 And give us peace within. 
 That we, like Thee, to heav'n may rise ! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
68 PSALM 29. 
 
 29, First Ver. — L. M. Old Hundred. Amheim. 
 Storm and Thunder, 
 n 1 GIVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame, 
 Give to the Lord renown and pow'r; 
 Ascribe due honors to his name. 
 And his eternal might adore. 
 
 2 The Lord proclaims his pow'r aloud 
 Over the ocean and the land; 
 His voice divides the wat'ry cloud. 
 And lightnings blaze at his command. 
 
 3 He speaks, — and tempest, hail, and wind 
 Lay the wide forest bare around ; 
 The fearful hart and frighted hind 
 Leap at the terror of the sound. 
 
 4 To Lebanon He turns his voice, 
 And lo, — the stately cedars break ! 
 The mountains tremble at the noise, 
 The vallies roar, the deserts quake. 
 
 6 The Lord sits sovereign on the flood, 
 The Thund'rer reigns forever King; 
 But makes his church his blest abode, 
 Where w^e his awful glories sing. 
 
 p 6 In gentler language there the Lord 
 The counsels of his grace imparts ; 
 <C> Amidst the raging storm his word 
 < Speaks peace and courage to our hearts ! 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Lyman, Jlppleton. 
 God^s Majesty, 
 
 f I GIVE to the Lord, ye sons of might. 
 Give to the Lord, who dwells in light. 
 All glory due; your pray'r address 
 
 mp In beauty pure of holiness. 
 
 f 2 God's voice is on the waters ; lo. 
 
 When He but speaks, the oceans flow ; 
 God thunders glorious in the sky, 
 His voice is full of majesty. 
 
 3 God's voice the cedars breaketh down, 
 The cedars high of Lebanon ; 
 
PSALM 29. 69 
 
 His voice makes sand-spread deserts shake, 
 
 <:> And all the rock-built mountains quake. 
 
 f 4 God's voice divides the flames of fire. 
 And sends red lightnings in his ire, — 
 Swift jav'lins of his mighty wrath. 
 Which, where they strike, bring woful scath. 
 
 — 5 God's voice all pride can humble well. 
 
 And quickly billowy passions quell : 
 f Then praise the Lord, who sitteth King, 
 And psalms unto his honor sing. allen. 
 
 Third Version. — 75. Southampton, Wihnot. 
 Majesty of God. 
 
 f M 1 GIVE, ye mighty, praise to God, 
 For his glory shines abroad ! 
 Give to Him all pow'r and might, — 
 Worship Him with pure delight ! 
 
 2 On the waters, lo, his voice, — 
 
 In the cloud his thunder's noise, — 
 Voice on ocean's mountain waves. 
 When the headlong tempest raves ! 
 
 3 Sure God's voice is voice of power; 
 Let th' astonish'd world adore ! — 
 Voice, that breaks the cedars down, 
 Cedars on high Lebanon ! 
 
 4 Voice, that makes the mountain bound, 
 Like wild heifer, at the sound, 
 Lebanon and Hermon too 
 
 Like young, tameless buffalo ! 
 
 5 Voice, that makes red lightnings glide, — 
 Voice, that shakes the desert wide, 
 Proudest oak uproots, lays low. 
 Makes the shaggy forests bow. 
 
 — 6 In his temple his great name 
 
 All his worshippers proclaim ; 
 On the flood his throne He rears ; 
 p God with peace his people cheers, allen. 
 
70 PSALM 29,30. 
 
 Fourth Version. — -7s. Southampton. Wilmot. 
 God a Sovereign. 
 
 fit 1 UNTO God, ye sons of might, 
 Unto Him, who dwells in light, 
 Give ye glory, praise, anil power, 
 Give ye honor evermore. 
 
 2 wSee that dark and threatening cloud ! 
 Hark! the thunder, deep and loud! 
 'Tis the voice of God, most High, 
 Voice of awful majesty! 
 
 3 Voice, which breaks the cedar's pride 
 By Li ban us' rugged side. 
 
 Voice, which makes that mountain bound 
 At the terrors of its sound ! 
 
 4 Voice, that scatters flaming fire, 
 Bursting fiercely in God's ire, 
 And the wilderness that shakes, 
 As on Kadesh it outbreaks ! 
 
 5 Truly God doth sit as King, 
 Ruling every earthly thing: 
 He will reign in righteousness, 
 
 p And with peace his people bless! allen. 
 
 30. First Version. — L. M. Ward, Rockingham. 
 Sickness and Sorrow removed, 
 1 I WILL extol Thee, Lord, on high! 
 At thy command diseases fly ; 
 Who but a God can speak, and save 
 From the dark borders of the grave .^ 
 
 mf 2 Sing to his name, ye saints below. 
 
 And tell, how wide his mercies flow ; 
 Let all your pow'rs exalt the Lord, 
 While you his holiness record ! 
 
 — 3 His anger but a moment stays ; 
 
 His love is life and length of days: 
 mp Tho' grief and tears the night employ, 
 mf The morning star restores the joy ! watts. 
 
PSALM 30. 71 
 
 Second Versiox. — L. M. Ward. Rockingham. 
 Sickness and Recovery. 
 
 1 Firm was my healthy my day was bright, 
 And I presumed, 'twould ne'er be night ; 
 Fondly I said within my heart, 
 "Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart." 
 
 2 But I forgot, thine arm was strong, 
 Which made my mountain stand so long ; 
 Soon as thy face began to hide, 
 
 My health was gone, my comforts died. 
 
 3 I cried aloud to Thee, my God, — 
 
 aff "What canst Thou profit by my blood! 
 Deep in the dust, can I declare 
 Thy truth, or sing thy goodness there .^ 
 
 4 "Hear me, God of grace!" I said, 
 "And bring me from among the dead !" 
 
 — Thy word rebuk'd the pains, I felt. 
 
 Thy pard'ning love remov'd my guilt. 
 
 5 My groans, and tears, and forms of wo 
 Are turn'd to joy and praises now ; 
 
 mf I throw my sackcloth on the ground, 
 And ease and gladness gird me round. 
 
 6 My tongue, the glory of my frame, 
 Shall ne'er be silent of thy name ; 
 
 I Thy praise shall sound thro' earth and heaven 
 
 > For sickness heal'd, and sins forgiven, watts, 
 
 iThird Version. — C. M. Colchester, St. Anns, 
 I Restoration from Sickness, 
 
 } mp 1 FROM darkness and the dreary grave, 
 j On brink of which I stood, 
 
 Thine arm, Lord, my God, did save ; 
 • mf And Thou art great and good ! 
 
 2 Ye saints of his, extol the Lord, 
 I And give Him hearty praise ; 
 
 In mem'ry of his faithful word 
 Your hymns of honor raise, 
 
 3 His anger quickly takes its flight, 
 His favor lasts fore'er ; 
 
 t p Though weeping may endure a night, 
 j mf The joyful morn shines clear I allen. 
 
72 PSALM 30,31. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 75. Lincoln, Edy field. 
 God a Savior. 
 1 THOU hast heard my cry, O Lord, 
 Thou hast sav'd me by thy word! 
 Thee will I extol and praise, 
 Now, and during endless days ! 
 
 mf 2 Joyful saints, give thanks and sing, 
 Praise the Lord, your holy King ! 
 Transient is his angry frown, 
 
 p Soon He looks in pity down : 
 
 3 Weeping may endure one night, — 
 mf Joy springs forth with morning light ; 
 Then go on with unmovM heart, 
 Fearless of affliction's dart. 
 
 p 4 Though ye walk in death's dark vale, 
 f Jesus lives! — then never quail: 
 
 Ye shall rise in rising hour, 
 
 Crown'd with glory evermore ! allen. 
 
 31. First Ver.— L. M. Middleton, Wakefield. 
 God^s Mercy sought and found, 
 
 aff 1 IN Thee, O Lord, I put my trust, 
 
 Thou art my Fortress and my Shield ; 
 Deliver me, O Thou most just! 
 Let thy salvation be reveal'd. 
 
 p 4 Bend down thy sorrow-hearing ear. 
 
 And listen to my mournful cry ; 
 <: O let thy saving love appear, 
 — And bring thy pard'iiing mercy nigh. 
 
 3 My spirit I commend to Thee ; 
 Thou hast redeemed me in thy love ; 
 
 p Releas'd from dark captivity, 
 mf In freedom shall I live above. 
 
 4 Therefore in Thee will I rejoice. 
 And bless thy name with ])ure delight, 
 
 p For Thou hast heard my mourning voice, 
 f And cheer 'd me with thine heav'nly light. 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
PSALM 31. 73 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Dedham, JVcttingham, 
 
 Deliverance from Slander. 
 
 1 MY heart rejoices in thy name. 
 My God, my help, my trust ; 
 
 Thou hast preserv'd my face from shame. 
 Mine honor from the dust. 
 
 2 Slander and fear on ev'ry side 
 Seiz'd and beset me round 5 
 
 mp I to the throne of grace applied, 
 mf And speedy rescue found. 
 
 8 Thy children from the strife of tongues 
 Shall thy pavilion hide ; 
 Guard them from infamy and wrongs, 
 And crush the sons of pride. 
 
 mp 4 Within thy secret presence, Lord, 
 . mf< Let me forever dwell ; 
 j *!-_ No city wall'd, with watch and ward, 
 1 Secures a saint so well! watts. 
 
 I Third Version. — C. M. Grafton, Patmos. 
 Pleading with God in Trouble. 
 Aflf 1 IN trouble. Lord, to Thee I pray, 
 \ My sorrows Thou dost know ; 
 
 Mine eye with grief doth waste away. 
 My years are spent in wo. 
 
 2 Reproach and slander wound my heart. 
 The waves of anger roll ; 
 p Yet, Lord, my sin hath edg'd the dart. 
 Which pierces through my soul ! 
 
 Aff 3 Still do I trust in Thee, O Lord j 
 i "Thou art my God ! " I say ; 
 
 O, let me know thy pard'ning word. 
 Thou art my hope and stay I allen. 
 
 rouRTH Version. — 1$, Southampton, Wilmot. 
 God a sure Refuge, 
 1 O, HOW great thy goodness, Lord, 
 Unto them, that fear thy name ! 
 Present peace, and high reward. 
 Far from grief, and sin, and shame ! 
 7 
 
74 PSALM 32. 
 
 2 Them thy providence shall hide 
 In pavilion. Thou hast rear'd, 
 mp Safe from earthly rage and pride, 
 Safe from all the foes, they iear'd. 
 
 mf 3 Bless the Lord ! His glories tell ! 
 
 Marv'Uous hath his kindness flowed ; 
 Strong the city, where I dwell ; 
 Rich the mercy, He hath showed ! 
 
 4 Love the Lord, exult and shout. 
 He will be to thee a shield ; 
 Be of courage good and stout, 
 He unfailing strength will yield. allen. 
 
 32. First Versiox. — L. M. Lancaster, Uxbridge. 
 Repentance, Justification, and Sanctifi cation, 
 
 II 1 BLEST is the man, forever blest, 
 Whose guilt is pardon'd by his God, 
 Whose sins with sorrow are confessed, 
 And cover'd with his Savior's blood. 
 
 2 Blest is the man, to whom the Lord 
 Imputes not his iniquities ; 
 He pleads no merit of reward. 
 And not on works but grace relies. 
 
 — 3 From guile his heart and lips are free ; 
 His humble joy, his holy fear 
 With deep repentance well agree, 
 And join to prove his faith sincere. 
 
 mf 4 How glorious is that righteousness, 
 That hides and cancels all his sins. 
 While a bright evidence of grace, 
 Through his whole life appears and shines.^ 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. JVazareth. Hamburg. 
 Confession and Pardon, 
 
 mp 1 WHILE I keep silence and conceal 
 My heavy guilt within my heart, 
 What torments does my conscience feel? 
 What agonies of inward smart.'* 
 
PSALM 32. 75 
 
 2 I spread my sins before the Lord, 
 And all my secret faults confess 3 
 mf Thy gospel speaks a pard'ning word. 
 Thy Holy Spirit seals the grace. 
 
 S For this shall ev'ry humble soul 
 Make swift addresses to thy seat ; 
 When floods of huge temptation roll, 
 There shall they find a blest retreat. 
 
 mp 4 How safe beneath thy wings I lie. 
 
 When days grow dark and storms appear? 
 
 mf And, when I walk, thy watchful eye 
 
 Shall guide me safe from every snare. watts. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Albany. Marlow, 
 Free Pardon, and Obedience. 
 
 1 HAPPY the man, to whom his God 
 No more imputes his sin, 
 
 But, wash'd in his Redeemer's blood, 
 Hath made his garments clean ! 
 
 2 Happy, beyond expression, he. 
 Whose debts are thus discharged. 
 And, from the guilty bondage free, 
 He feels his soul enlarg'd. 
 
 3 His spirit hates deceit and lies, 
 His words are all sincere ; 
 
 He guards his heart, he guards his eyes, 
 To keep his conscience clear. 
 
 p 4 While I my inward guilt suppressed, 
 No quiet could I find ; 
 Thy wrath lay burning in my breast, 
 And rack'd my tortur'd mind. 
 
 5 Then I confess'd my guilt to Thee, 
 My secret sins reveaPd ; 
 
 mf Thy grace from bondage set me free, 
 Thy grace my pardon seaPd. 
 
 6 This shall invite thy saints to pray: 
 When, like a raging flood. 
 Temptations rise, our strength and stay 
 Is a forgiving God. watts. 
 
76 PSALM 32. 
 
 Fourth Version. — S. M. Penfonville. Paddingion, 
 
 Forgiveness of the Penitent. 
 
 1 O BLESSED souls are they, 
 Whose sins are cover'd o'er, 
 
 To whom the Lord of righteous sway 
 Imputes their guilt no more. 
 
 2 They mourn their follies past, 
 And keep their hearts witn care ; 
 Their lips and lives, in virtue cast, 
 Their genuine faith declare. 
 
 mp 3 While 1 my guilt conceal'd, 
 
 I felt the fest'ring wound ; 
 — Till 1 my sins to Thee reveal'd, 
 
 And ready pardon found. 
 
 4 Let sinners learn to pray. 
 
 Let saints keep near the throne ; 
 mp Our help, in trouble's dark array, 
 <: Is found in God alone! watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — S. M. St. TJiomas. Paddingion, 
 Confession and Forgiveness. 
 
 1 THE guilty man is blest. 
 Whose guilt is wash'd away. 
 Whose troubled soul finds peaceful rest, 
 Instead of wild dismay. 
 
 2 Once, with unhumbled pride, 
 I shrunk from needful sname ; 
 
 mp My sin conceal'd, my guilt denied, 
 I felt the tort'ring flame. 
 
 3 Then I confess'd to Thee, 
 And, Lord, thy mercy sought ; 
 
 mf Thy pard'ning love, so rich and free, 
 Surpass'd my highest thought ! 
 
 f 4 Then come to Jesus' blood. 
 
 Ye souls of deepest stain ! 
 < Come, wash ye in this cleansing flood, 
 > And lose your guilt and pain ! allen. 
 
PSALM 32. 77 
 
 Sixth Version. — 7s, Edgar, Turin, 
 Forgiveness. 
 p 1 BLEST is he, whose sin's forgiv'n; 
 Blest, whose guilt is cover'd o'er, 
 He, to whom the Lord in heav'n 
 Will impute his stain no more] 
 Blest is he, whose spirit right 
 Guileless lives in God's own light. 
 
 2 While within my guilty breast 
 
 Lay conceal'd my troubled thought, 
 All my soul was spoil'd of rest ; 
 
 Anguish with my spirit wrought: — 
 Lord, my sin confess'd to Thee, 
 Thou in love didst set me free ! 
 
 — 3 Godly men, for this shall pray. 
 
 In a time, when Thou art near ; 
 When the floods shall spread dismay, 
 
 Thou a Savior wilt appear: — 
 f Then be glad in God on high, 
 < And, ye righteous, shout for joy! allen. 
 
 Seventh Version. — 6s. Chaplin. 
 
 [Repeat the first two lines of the tune.] 
 Forgiveness, 
 P 1 BLEST indeed is he, 
 
 Whose sin is cover'd o'er. 
 To whom the Lord no more 
 Imputes iniquity. 
 And in whose spirit sound 
 No hollow^ guile is found ! 
 
 — 2 Long while within my breast, 
 
 With iron hardihood 
 
 And pride all unsubdued, 
 Conviction I suppress'd: 
 The fire within did rage, 
 Its paia could nought assuage. 
 
 p 8 Lord, I confess'd to Thee ; 
 "To Thee as penitent 
 My knee was humbly bent. 
 And Thou didst set me free : 
 
 7* 
 
^« PSALM 33. 
 
 How sweet and blest the hour 
 Of saving mercy's power? 
 
 f 4 Then pray, for God will hear: — 
 And when the torrent deep 
 Doth in its fury sweep, 
 To you 'twill not come near: — 
 O praise the Lord on high ! 
 And praise eternally ! allen. 
 
 33. FiEST Ver. — L. P. M. jyashville. JVewcourt 
 
 God^s Works. 
 
 1 YE holy souls, in God rejoice, 
 
 Your Maker's praise becomes your voice ; 
 Great is your theme, your songs be new ; 
 f M Sing of his name, his word, his ways, 
 <: His works of nature and of grace, 
 pu How wise and holy, just and true ! 
 
 2 Justice and truth He ever loves. 
 
 And the whole earth his goodness proves ; 
 
 His word the heav'nly arches made ; 
 How wide they shine from north to south ? 
 And by the Spirit of his mouth 
 
 Were all the starry hosts arrayed, 
 
 3 He gathers the wide-flowing seas. 
 And pours them by his wise decrees 
 
 In the vast storehouse of the deep: 
 i*i» He spake, and gave all nature birth ! 
 
 And fires and seas, and hea'vn and earth 
 His everlasting orders keep. 
 
 ;P 4 Let mortals tremble, and adore 
 A God of such resistless power, 
 
 Nor dare indulge their feeble rage : 
 Vain are their thoughts, and weak their hands ; 
 < But his eternal counsel stands. 
 
 And rules the world from age to age. watts. 
 
 :Second Version. — L. M. Mendon. Elhnthorpe. 
 Rejoicing in God. 
 1 REJOICE, ye righteous, in the Lord, 
 Per sure and faithful is his word : 
 
PSALM 83. 79 
 
 Jehovah's works are just and true. 
 Loud songs of praise to Him are due. 
 
 n 2 By his command the heav'ns were made. 
 By Him the earth's foundations laid 5 
 He kindled all the orbs of light. 
 And ocean spread with waters bright. 
 
 3 Let all the earth, then, stand in awe, 
 And keep Jehovah's sacred law, 
 < For, when He spake, the worlds uprose, — 
 > When He shall speak, their race will close ! 
 
 — 4 Blest are the people of his love, 
 
 Cheer'd by his gospel from above, — 
 p Guarded by his unsleeping eye, 
 mf By Him conducted to the sky ! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Dedham. Mbany, 
 
 Works of Creation and Providence. 
 
 fi 1 REJOICE, ye righteous, in the Lord, 
 This work belongs to you ; 
 Sing of his name, his w^ays, his word. 
 How holy, just, and true ! 
 
 2 His mercy and his righteousness 
 Let heav'n and earth proclaim ; 
 Ye saints, his grace and goodness bless, 
 And sing his wondrous name. 
 
 f 3 His wisdom and almighty word 
 The heav'nly arches spread. 
 And by the Spirit of the Lord 
 Their shining hosts were made. 
 
 dol 4 He bade the liquid waters flow 
 To their appointed deep ; 
 The flowing seas their limits know. 
 And their own stations keep. 
 
 f 5 He scorns the angry nations' rage, 
 And breaks their vain designs : 
 His counsel stands through ev'ry age. 
 And in full glory shines! watts. 
 
80 PSALM 33, 34. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 75. Edyfield. Sotithampton, 
 Safety in God. 
 
 1 BLEST the Nation, which the Lord 
 Well enlightens with his word! 
 Blest the People of his love, 
 
 Rich in treasures from above ! 
 
 2 God from his exalted throne 
 
 All man's works and thoughts hath known ; 
 Armed hosts save not the king, 
 Nor swift horse can safety bring. 
 
 8 Lo, Jehovah's eye and arm 
 
 Keep his servants from all harm ; 
 mp They, who in his mercy trust, 
 Stand uncrumbled into dust. 
 
 Aff 4 Waits our soul on Thee, O Lord, 
 We believe thy faithful word ; 
 Then let mercy on us shine ! 
 Give us peace and joy divine ! allen. 
 
 34. First Versiox. — L. M. Lindon. Uxbindge. 
 God's Answer to Prayer. 
 
 1 LORD, I will bless Thee all my days, 
 Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue ; 
 My soul shall glory in thy grace. 
 While saints rejoice to hear the song. 
 
 2 Come, magnify the Lord with me, 
 Come, let us all exalt his name ; 
 
 I sought th' eternal God, and He 
 Kas not expos'd my hope to shame. 
 
 mp S I told Him all my secret grief. 
 
 My secret groaning reach'd his ears ; 
 He gave my inward pains relief. 
 And calm'd the tumult of my fears. 
 
 — 4 To Him the poor lift up their eyes ; 
 
 On them his rays celestial shine ; 
 p A beam of mercy from the skies 
 mf Fills them with light and joy divine. 
 
 — 5 His holy angels pitch their tents 
 
 Around the men, who serve the Lord ; 
 
PSALM 34. 81 
 
 f O, fear and love Him, all ye saints. 
 
 Taste of his grace and trust his word, watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Bernard. Rochingham, 
 Religious Education, 
 
 1 CHILDREN, in years and knowledge young, 
 Your parents' hope, your parents' joy, 
 Attend the counsels of my tongue. 
 
 Let pious thoughts your minds employ. 
 
 2 If you desire a length of days, 
 
 And peace to crown your mortal state, 
 Restrain your feet from sinful ways, 
 Your lips from slander and deceit. 
 
 3 To humble souls and broken hearts 
 I God with his grace is ever nigh ; 
 
 I Pardon and hope his love imparts, 
 
 When men in deep contrition lie. 
 
 4 He tells their tears, he counts their groans, 
 His Son redeems their souls from death ; 
 
 I His Spirit heals their broken bones, 
 
 I They in his praise employ their breath, watts. 
 
 Fhird Version. — C. M. Corinth, Coventry. 
 
 Praise for God^s Mercy, 
 Aff 1 I'LL bless the Lord from day to day. 
 How good are all his ways ^ 
 Ye humble souls, that love to pray. 
 Come, help my lips to praise. 
 
 i 2 Sing to the honor of his name, 
 
 j How a poor sinner cried ; — 
 
 I Nor was his hope expos'd to shame, 
 
 ' Nor was his suit denied. 
 
 j 3 O, sinners, come and taste his love, 
 I Come, learn his pleasant ways, 
 
 And let your own experience prove 
 p The sweetness of his grace. 
 
 — 4 He bids his angels pitch their tents 
 Round where his children dwell ; 
 What ills their heav'nly care prevents. 
 No earthly tongue can tell. 
 
S2 PSALM 34. 
 
 5 O, love the Lord, ye saints of his ; 
 His eye regards the just ; 
 How richly blest their portion is, 
 "Who make the Lord their trust! watts. 
 
 Fourth Versiox. — C. M. Arlington. Woodstock- 
 Exhortation to Holiness. 
 
 1 COME, children, learn to fear the Lord ; 
 And that your days be long, 
 
 Let not a false or spiteful word 
 Be found upon your tongue. 
 
 2 Depart from mischief, practise love, 
 Pursue the work of peace, 
 
 So shall the Lord your ways approve, 
 And set your souls at ease. 
 
 3 His eyes awake to guard the just, 
 His ears attend their cry: 
 When broken spirits dwell in dust. 
 The God of grace is nigh. 
 
 4 When desolation, like a flood, 
 O'er the proud sinner rolls, 
 
 mp Saints find a refuge in their God, 
 
 For He redeem'd their souls. watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — C. M. St. Martins. Irish. 
 God protecting and blessing his Servants. 
 Aff 1 O, COME, and praise the Lord with me ; 
 Let us extol his name! 
 My soul shall boast his mercy free, 
 His saving povv'r proclaim. 
 
 2 Safe guarded by his mighty hand, 
 His saints his mercy prove ; 
 Around them angels watchful stand, 
 God's ministers of love ! 
 
 3 O, come, and see, that God is good, 
 And all his kindness own ; 
 Daily He gives his servants food. 
 No want shall press them down. 
 
 * — 4 Young lions in their hunger roar, 
 And roam around for prey: — 
 
PSALM 34, 35. 83 
 
 God from his unexhausted store 
 mf Supplies his saints alway ! allen. 
 
 Sixth Versiox. — S. M. St, Thomas, Paddington, 
 Advice to Youth* 
 
 1 COME, hearken unto me. 
 
 Ye children, much-lov'd youth ! 
 Come, learn to fear God's majesty. 
 And prize his changeless truth. 
 
 2 Long life do ye desire. 
 And good without alloy ? 
 
 Then keep your lips from guile and ire, 
 And spread around you joy. 
 
 3 The eyes of God on high 
 Are ever on the good ; 
 
 His ears are open to their cry 
 In ev'ry griefful mood. 
 
 mp 4 And, while with angry frown 
 The wicked He doth smite. 
 To righteous men He will come down 
 
 mf In wondrous mercy's might ! 
 
 P 5 To all of broken heart 
 
 The God of love is nigh, 
 mf A cheering word of hope t' impart, 
 
 And chase each gloomy sigh. 
 
 j — 6 And though afflictions throng 
 , Around the good man's head, 
 
 mf Complaint shall yield to joyful song, 
 ' And soon all wo is fled ! allen. 
 
 . First Version. — L. M. Hebron, Uxbridge. 
 Prayer for Help. 
 
 1 O, RIGHTEOUS Lord, for me appear,— 
 Take hold of shield and glitt'ring spear, — 
 Or let thine angel wing his flight 
 
 My causeless foes to chase from sight. 
 
 2 Mine enemies have spread their net. 
 And for my feet their snare have set ; 
 In their own net let them be caught. 
 Their feet to their own pit-fall brought ! 
 
S4 PSALM 35, 36. 
 
 3 Grant me salvation ; then my voice 
 mf Shall praise Thee, and my soul rejoice, 
 And all, that my deliv'rance see, 
 Shall, for thy mercy, trust in Thee. 
 
 mp 4 Hast Thou not seen my heart sincere ? 
 
 Then let thy saving hand be near ; 
 mf So shall thy saints lift up their song. 
 
 And heav'n the praise of earth prolong! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Arlington. Woodstock. 
 Love to Enemies. 
 
 1 BEHOLD the love, the gen'rous love, 
 That holy David shows ; 
 
 See how his kind affections move 
 To his afflicted foes ! 
 
 2 When they are sick, his soul complains, 
 And seems to feel the smart ; 
 
 p The spirit of the gospel reigns. 
 And melts his pious heart. 
 
 3 They groan and curse him on their bed, 
 Yet still he pleads and mourns ; 
 
 — And double blessings on his head 
 The righteous God returns. 
 
 mf 4 O, glorious type of heav'nly grace! 
 
 Thus Christ, the Lord, appears ; 
 
 While sinners curse, the Savior prays, 
 P And pities them with tears. 
 
 — 5 He, the true David, Israel's King, 
 
 Blest and bclov'd of God, 
 For us a needful offering 
 Paid his own dearest blood. watts. 
 
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 36. First Version. — L, M. St. Pauls. Blendon. 
 Perfections of God. , 
 
 1 HIGH in the heav'ns, eternal God, i 
 Thy goodness in full glory shines ; ^ 
 Thy truth shall break through ev'ry cloud, 
 That veils and darkens thy designs. 
 
 2 Forever firm thy justice stands, 
 
 As mountains their foundations keep ; 
 
PSALM 36. 85 
 
 Wise are the wonders of thy hands. 
 Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 
 
 3 Thy Providence is kind and large. 
 Both man and beast thy bounty share ; 
 The whole creation is thy charge. 
 But saints are thy peculiar care. 
 
 4 My God, how excellent thy grace. 
 Whence all our hope and comfort springs ? 
 The sons of Adam in distress 
 
 Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 
 
 5 Within thy house shall we repose. 
 And there be fed with sweet repast ; 
 There mercy, like a river, flows. 
 And brings salvation to our taste. 
 
 6 Life, like a fountain rich and free. 
 Springs from the presence of my Lord ; 
 And in thy light our souls shall see 
 
 The glories, promis'd in thy w^ord. watts. 
 
 Second Ver. — L. M. Sherburne, Duke Street. 
 
 Perfections of God, 
 
 1 IN yon blue heav'ns thy mercy dwells, 
 mf Through all the skies thy counsels sweep. 
 
 Thy truth the mountains great o'erswells. 
 Thy judgments are like ocean deep. 
 
 2 How rich thy providence, O Lord ? 
 How wide thy loving-kindness spread? 
 
 — Therefore men trust thy faithful word. 
 And from thy house are amply fed. 
 
 mp 3 Of pleasure's overflowing stream. 
 
 Out gushing from thy throne on high. 
 Thy saints shall drink, and never deem, 
 
 > Life's fountain can be drain'd or dry. 
 
 — 4 Earth's mists and darkness all shall flee^ 
 
 And light pour on them as a flood, — 
 mf In God's own light they light shall see. 
 
 And taste illimitable good! allen. 
 
 8 
 
86 PSALM 36. 
 
 Third VersiOx\. — C. M. Colchester, St. Anns, 
 God an unfailing Spring of Good, 
 
 1 THY justice shall maintain its throne, 
 Though mountains melt away ; 
 
 Thy judgments are a world unknown, 
 A deep, unfathom'd sea. 
 
 2 Above these heav'n's created rounds 
 Thy mercies. Lord, extend ; 
 
 Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds, 
 > Where time and nature end. 
 
 — 3 From Thee, when creature-streams run low, 
 
 And mortal comforts die, 
 mf Perpetual springs of life shall flow. 
 And raise our pleasures high. 
 
 — 4 Though all created light decay, 
 P And death close up our eyes, 
 
 f< Thy presence makes eternal day, 
 
 >• Where clouds can never rise ! watts. 
 
 Fourth VersiOxX. — C. M. Dundee. London. 
 
 God^s Love and Grace. 
 Aff 1 O, GOD, how doth thy love and grace 
 
 Excel all earthly things? 
 
 Therefore the sons of men do place 
 
 Their trust beneath thy wings. 
 
 2 With fatness of thy house on high 
 Thou wilt thy saints suffice, 
 And make them drink abundantly 
 The rivers of thy joys. 
 
 mp 3 Because the spring of life most pure 
 
 Doth ever flow from Thee ; 
 mf And in thy light we shall be sure 
 
 Eternal light to see! R. Baxter. 
 
 Fifth Version. — S, M. Olmutz. Inverness. 
 Majesty of God. 
 1 WHEN man grows bold in sin, 
 My heart within me cries, 
 ''He hath no fear of God within, 
 Nor fear before his eyes." 
 
PSALM 36, 37. 87 
 
 mf 2 But there's a dreadful God, 
 
 Though men renounce his fear ; 
 His justice, hid behind a cloud. 
 Shall one great day appear ! 
 
 — 3 His truth transcends the sky, 
 
 In heav'n his mercies dwell ; 
 Deep as the sea his judgments lie, 
 len His anger burns to hell. 
 
 Aff 4 How excellent his love. 
 
 Whence all our safety springs.'' 
 
 O, never let my soul remove 
 
 From underneath his wings ! watts. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 8, 7,<§'4. Meredith, Kendall, 
 God^s Love to Man. 
 
 1 LORD, thy Mercy far transcendeth 
 Yonder heavens in its height ; 
 Lord, thy Faithfulness extendeth 
 
 o Far beyond the orbs of light ; 
 
 — And thy Judgments 
 
 > Are a deep, unfathom'd quite. 
 
 2 Thou both man and beast preservest. 
 Guarding with thy w^atchful care ; 
 
 Aff Thou for wondrous love deservest 
 
 Man's firm trust and grateful prayer ; 
 
 O, what kindness 
 Do thy earthly children share ! 
 
 — S They shall feed, — and hunger never, — 
 
 In thy house on truth and joy; 
 Thou shalt make them drink forever 
 Of thy flowing streams on high ; 
 mf Thou the fountain, 
 
 Fount of Life in yonder sky ! allen. 
 
 37. First Ver.— C. M. Mchols, Tallis' Chant, 
 Cure of Envy and Unbelief. 
 p 1 AS flow'ry grass, cut down at noon, 
 Before the evening fades. 
 So shall proud sinners vanish soon 
 In everlasting shades. 
 
88 PSALM 37. 
 
 — 2 Then let me make the Lord my trust. 
 And practise all, that's good; 
 So shall I dwell among the just. 
 And He'irprovide me food. 
 
 3 I to my God my ways commit. 
 And cheerful wait his will ; 
 Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet, 
 Shall my desires fulfil. 
 
 3 Mine innocence shalt Thou display, 
 And make thy judgments known, 
 Fair as the light of dawning day. 
 And glorious as the noon. 
 
 5 The meek possess the earth^at last, 
 And are the heirs of heaven ; 
 True riches, which forever last, 
 To humble souls are given. watts. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Nichols, Princeton, 
 True Religion, 
 
 1 WHY do the wealthy wicked boast, 
 And grow profanely bold? 
 
 The meanest portion of the just 
 Excels the sinner's gold. 
 
 2 The wicked borrows of his friends. 
 But ne'er designs to pay ; 
 
 The saint is merciful, and lends. 
 Nor turns the poor away. 
 
 3 His alms with lib'ral heart he gives 
 Among the sons of need ; 
 
 His mem'ry to long ages lives. 
 And blessed is his seed. 
 
 3 The law and gospel of the Lord 
 Deep in his heart abide ; 
 Led by the Spirit and the word. 
 His feet shall never slide. 
 
 5 When sinners fall, the righteous stand, 
 Preserved from ev'ry snare ; 
 mf They shall possess the promis'd land. 
 And dwell forever there ! wa.tts. 
 
PSALM 37. 89 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Arlington. Albany, 
 The Righteous and the Wicked. 
 
 1 MY Godj the steps of pious men 
 Are order'd by thy will ; 
 Though they should fall, they rise again, 
 Thy hand supports them still. 
 
 5 The Lord delights to see their ways, 
 Their virtue He approves ; 
 He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace, 
 Nor leave the men, He loves. 
 
 S The heav'nly heritage is theirs. 
 Their portion and their home ; 
 He feeds them now, and makes them heira 
 Of blessings long to come. 
 
 4 The haughty sinner have I seenj 
 Not fearing man, nor God, 
 tof Like a tall bay-tree, fair and green, 
 Spreading his arms abroad. 
 
 mp 5 And lo, he vanished from the ground, 
 Destroyed by hands unseen: 
 Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found, 
 Where all that pride had been ! watts. 
 
 Fourth Version. — C. M. Marlow. Dundee. 
 The Wicked not to be envied. 
 Minor. 
 1 LET not an envious spirit rise 
 Tow'rds prosp'rous wickedness, 
 p For soon the proudest sinner dies 
 In pain and sad distress. 
 
 — 2 In pow'r the wicked have I seen^ 
 Array'd in pomp and pride, 
 Like a fair bay-tree, fresh and green ^ 
 That spreads its branches wide ; 
 
 mp 3 But soon from height of greatness cast, 
 
 And no where to be found. 
 
 Like tree, uprooted by the blast, 
 > And levell'd to the ground. 
 8* 
 
so PSALM 37. 
 
 Major. 
 
 — 4 Far difPrent is the end serene 
 
 Of good men ; and they rise 
 mf To flourish in immortal green. 
 
 The trees of paradise ! allen. 
 
 Fifth Version. — S. M. St. Thomas. Paddington, 
 Reward of Charity. 
 
 1 THE good man's steps and ways 
 Are order'd by the Lord, 
 Sav'd from the pit-fall, that betrays, 
 Upheld by God's own word ! 
 
 2 Once young, I now am old. 
 Yet never did my eyes 
 Forsaken Righteous Man behold, — 
 His seed in beggar's guise. 
 
 3 With gen'rous hand and free 
 He scatters joy abroad: — 
 
 mf The harvest shall his offspring see, — 
 A sure and rich reward ! allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — S. P. M. Dalston. Bethel. 
 Blessedness of the Righteous. 
 1 YE servants of the Lord, 
 Trust in his faithful word. 
 
 And in his service take delight ; 
 To Him commit your way, 
 mf Then, like clear noon of day. 
 
 Your righteousness shall shine forth bright. 
 
 — 2 From anger cease and wrath. 
 
 To meekness be not loth, 
 
 But be ye blessed sons of peace ; 
 
 Then shall the Lord defend. 
 
 And guide you to your end, 
 
 And pour upon you earth's increase. 
 
 3 The wicked, though high grown, ^ 
 
 Shall soon be overthrown, " 
 
 Like tree, by feller's axe brought low ; 
 
 p In the great judgment day, 
 
 Struck with a wild dismay, 
 
 They will perdition's sorrows know, allen. 
 
 4 
 
PSALM 38. 91 
 
 38. First Ver. — Li.M., Sunderland, Windham. 
 Confession and Supplication in Trouble. 
 
 Aff 1 O, LORD, have pity on my soul, 
 
 Thy heavy hand now presseth sore: — 
 These raging storms of ill control, 
 And give thy servant peace once more. 
 
 2 Thou, Lord, art right, for I am vile ; 
 My sins are gone high o'er my head. 
 Like water-flood, which in short while 
 Swells o'er its banks and wide is spread. 
 
 3 My failing strength, my panting heart, 
 And dimness, spreading o'er my eyes. 
 But teach me, Lord, how just Thou art, 
 And righteous, though thy servant dies. 
 
 4 Lovers and friends now stand aloof, 
 Unsympathising in my wo ; 
 
 This of my sin but gives me proof, — 
 Yet, Lord, thy mercy let me know. 
 
 5 In Thee I hope, on Thee I wait. 
 Thy rich and wondrous grace I crave, 
 O, Lord, my misery abate, 
 
 O, God of my salvation, save ! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Eastport, Blackburn, 
 
 Conscious Guilt and Relief. 
 Aff 1 AMIDST thy wrath remember love. 
 Restore thy servant. Lord ; 
 Nor let a father's chast'ning prove 
 Like an avenger's sword. 
 
 2 My sins a heavy load appear. 
 And o'er my head are gone ; 
 The burden. Lord, I cannot bear. 
 Nor e'er the guilt atone. 
 
 3 All my desire to Thee is known. 
 Thine eye counts ev'ry tear ; 
 And ev'ry sigh, and ev'ry groan 
 Is notic'd by thine ear. 
 
 4 I will confess my guilt to Thee, 
 And all my sin deplore ; 
 
PSALM 39. 
 
 I'll mourn how weak my graces be, 
 And seek thy mighty power. 
 
 My God, forgive my follies past. 
 And be forever nigh ; 
 O, Lord of my salvation, haste. 
 Before thy servant die ! watts. 
 
 *i 
 
 39. First Ver. — L. M. Windham, Sunderland, 
 
 Shortness of Life. 
 p 1 MAKE me, O Lord, mine end to know, 
 My life, how quickly it doth flow, 
 That I my frailty may perceive, 
 And in thy promises believe. 
 
 2 My life is but a shadow vain. 
 That quickly passes o'er the plain, 
 And all my time is nought to Thee, 
 Thou God of vast eternity ! 
 
 S A shad'wy image, Lord, is man, 
 His greatest age is but a span ; 
 In vain he toils in heat and cold. 
 Nor knows, for whom he lays up gold. 
 
 Aff 4 My hope, O Lord, I place in Thee, 
 O, pardon mine iniquity ; 
 Hear, O my God, my sad complaint ; 
 Beneath thy chast'ning blow I faint. 
 
 5 When man Thou strikest in thy wrath, 
 His beauty fades, as by the moth ; 
 Lord, hear my humble, earnest cry, 
 And bring thy saving mercy nigh. 
 
 6 Pm here a stranger, near despair ; 
 A wand'rer, as my fathers were ; ] 
 O, spare me, and my strength restore, j 
 
 Icn Ere I depart and be no more ! allen. 1 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Amboy. Stephem. 
 Prudence and Zeal. 
 1 THUS I resolv'd before the Lord, 
 "Now will I watch my tongue, 
 Lest I let slip one sinful word. 
 Or do my neighbor wrong." 
 
PSALM 39. 03 
 
 2 If I am e'er constrain'd to stay 
 With men of lives profane, 
 
 I'll set a double guard that day. 
 Nor let my talk be vain. 
 
 3 Yet, if some proper hour appear, 
 I'll not be over-awed, 
 
 mf But let the scoffing sinners hear, 
 
 That I can speak for God ! watts. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Grafton. Medjield. 
 The Vanity of man as mortal. 
 mp 1 TEACH me the measure of my days. 
 Thou Maker of my frame ; 
 I would survey life's narrow space, 
 
 > And learn how frail I am. 
 
 mp 2 A span is all, that we can boast. 
 An inch or two of time ; 
 Man is but vanity and dust 
 In all his flow'r and prime. 
 
 3 See the vain race of mortals move, 
 Like shadows o'er the plain ; 
 They rage and strive, desire and love, 
 >• But all their noise is vain. 
 
 — 4 Some walk in honor's gaudy show, 
 
 Some dig for golden ore ; 
 
 They toil for heirs, they know not who, 
 
 > And straight are seen no more. 
 
 — 5 What should I wish or wait for, then, 
 
 From creatures, earth, and dust? 
 They make our expectations vain, 
 And disappoint our trust. 
 
 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope. 
 My fond desires recal ; 
 Aff I give my mortal int'rest up, 
 f And make my God my all ! watts. 
 
 Fourth Version. — C. M. Corinth. Woodstock 
 Sick-bed Devotion. 
 Aflf I GOD of my life, look gently down. 
 Behold the pains, I feel ; 
 
94 PSALM 39. 
 
 But I am dumb before thy throne, 
 Nor dare dispute thy will. 
 
 2 Diseases are thy servants. Lord, 
 They come at thy command ; 
 I'll not attempt a murm'ring word. 
 Against thy chast'ning hand. 
 
 S Yet I may plead with humble cries, — 
 Remove my pains and woes ; 
 My strength consumes, my spirit dies 
 Beneath repeated blows 
 
 4 But, if Thou shouldst my life prolong, 
 Before my last remove, 
 mf Thy praise, O Lord, shall be my song, 
 
 And I'll declare thy love. watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — C. M. Grafton, Medjield. 
 Brevity of Life. 
 p 1 TEACH, Lord, the measure of my days, 
 Their end disclose to me: — 
 Thine eye my feebleness surveys. 
 My frailty let me see ! 
 
 2 An hand-breadth is my narrow age. 
 My life a passing cloud ; 
 
 How vain my earthly heritage? — 
 A coffin and a shroud ! 
 
 3 When Thou on sinful man dost laj 
 Thy chast'ning rod of wrath. 
 His beauty is consum'd away. 
 As garment by the moth. 
 
 aff 3 Spare me, O Lord, ere I shall die, 
 "And sojourn here no more ; 
 But fit me for the world on high, 
 f For glory evermore ! allen. 
 
 I 
 
 40. First Ver.— L. M. JS*ottins:ham, St. Johns. 
 
 'is" 
 
 A Song of Deliverance. 
 1 I WAITED patient for the Lord, 
 He bow'd to hear my cry ; 
 He saw me resting on his word, 
 And brought salvation nigh. 
 
PSALM 40. 95 
 
 ft He rais'd me from a horrid pit, 
 Where, mom'ning, long I lay ; 
 And from my bonds releas'd my feet, 
 Deep bonds of miry clay. 
 
 mf 3 Firm on a rock He made me stand, 
 And taught my cheerful tongue 
 To praise the wonders of his hand 
 In a new, thankful song. 
 
 4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad ; 
 The saints with joy shall hear ; 
 And sinners learn to make my God 
 Their only hope and fear. watts. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Colchester. St, Martins, 
 
 Incarnation and Sacrifice of Christ. 
 
 1 THUS saith the Lord, ''Your work is vain, 
 Give your burnt ofF'rings o'er ; 
 
 In dying goats and bullocks slain 
 My soul delights no more." 
 
 2 Then spake the Son, ''My God, behold! 
 I'm here to do thy will ; 
 
 Whate'er thy sacred books unfold, 
 Thy servant shall fulfil." 
 
 5 And see, — the Savior blest hath come ! 
 Th' eternal Son appears ; 
 
 11 This lowly earth He makes his home, 
 
 A human form He wears. 
 
 4 No blood of beasts, on altars shed. 
 Could wash the conscience clean 5 
 I But the rich sacrifice, He paid, 
 
 1 Atones for all our sin. 
 
 ff 5 Then was the great salvation spread. 
 And justice triumph'd well ; 
 Bruis'd was the serpent's wily head, 
 And Satan's kingdom fell ! watts. 
 
 'hird Version. — C. P. M. Somerville. Foster. 
 Christ our Sacrifice, 
 1 THY works how wonderful and great, 
 How high, Jehovah, is thy state, 
 
96 PSALM 40. 
 
 Thy majesty how bright? 
 Yet not in glorious worlds above 
 Is seen so clear thy matchless love, 
 
 As in the Gospel's light. 
 
 2 The Savior says, — ''No sacrifice 
 Dost Thou require, no victim dies. 
 
 The stain of sin t' efface ; 
 I, the last victim for the knife, 
 Resign for men my blood and life, 
 
 To save the ruin'd race. 
 
 3 "To do thy will is my delight ; 
 Thy holy doctrines, pure and bright, 
 
 I have proclaim'd abroad ; 
 Thy grace, thy mercy's wondrous power, 
 Now reaching the predicted hour, 
 
 I have declar'd, O God ! 
 
 p 4 ''In my near suff 'ring hour, O Lord, 
 Sustain Me by thy faithful word, 
 And lift Me from the grave !" — 
 ^Twas thus our blest Redeemer cried. 
 And then upon the cross He died ; — 
 
 mf But now He lives to save ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — L. M. Loudon, PentonvilU 
 Prayer of the Penitent. 
 p 1 MY sins oppress my soul, 
 
 I dare not lift my eye ; 
 — The crested waves of sorrow roll 
 And dash most furiously ! 
 
 aff 2 When now my heart doth fail, 
 
 Be pleas'd, O Lord, to save ! 
 mf Thine arm for rescue can avail ; 
 
 In vain my foes shall rave ! 
 
 3 O, put them all to flight ! 
 rap Let those, who love thy name, 
 mf Be glad in Thee and in thy light, 
 ::> While foes sink down in shame. 
 
 4 Let all, O Lord, who Thee 
 And thy salvation love. 
 Extol on earth thy mercy free, 
 And shout thy praise above ! allen. 
 
 II 
 
PSALM 40, 41. 97 
 
 Fifth Version. — 8 <^ 7s. Jerauld. Dane. 
 Salvation in Answer to Prayer. 
 1 WAITING for the Lord in prayer, 
 Lo, He heard my earnest cry ! 
 > From my deep and dark despair 
 
 — He my soul hath lifted high. 
 
 p 2 From the pit, where horror mazes. 
 From the mires, which effort mock. 
 He my struggling feet upraises, 
 
 f And hath set them on a Rock ! 
 
 — 3 And a song, all new and cheerful. 
 
 He hath waken'd pn my tongue, — 
 Praise to Him, most good, though fearful, 
 f Praise, which endless years prolong ! 
 
 — 4 Come, then, all my joys now hearing. 
 
 Come and make the Lord your trust; 
 p Then, the pit of hell not fearing, 
 f Ye shall dwell with all the just ! allen. 
 
 41, First Ver. — L. M. Bernard. 'Rockingham, 
 The cofupassionate Man. 
 mp 1 BLEST is the man, whose heart doth move, 
 And melt with pity to the poor, 
 I Whose soul, by sympathising love, 
 
 I Feels what his fellow saints endure. 
 
 I — 2 His heart contrives for their relief 
 
 More good, than his own hands can do : 
 He, in a time of gen'ral grief. 
 Shall find, the Lord hath mercy too ! 
 
 1 mp 3 His soul shall live secure on earth, 
 AVith secret blessings on his head. 
 When drought, and pestilence, and dearth 
 
 I Around him multiply their dead. 
 
 i4 Or, if he languish on his couch, 
 God will pronounce his sins forgiven ; 
 mf Will save him with a healing touch. 
 Or take his willing soul to heav'n ! watts. 
 * 9 
 
98 PSALM 41. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Somers. Brighton. 
 Blessings on the Charitable, 
 
 1 BLEST is the man, who loves the poor, 
 
 Nor lets the sufPrer plead in vain, 
 Who gives, as God has bless'd his store, 
 And deems such distribution gain : 
 mp In his dark night of wo and fear 
 God with deliv'rance will be near! 
 
 2 When languishing upon his bed. 
 
 And pain and grief his peace devour, 
 mf Thy hand, O Lord, shall lift his head, 
 
 And bring back nature's failing power: 
 — His faded bloom Thoif wilt revive, 
 And say, "O, child of mercy, live!" 
 
 aff 3 Forgive, O Lord, my selfish heart. 
 
 Enlarge my charity and zeal. 
 Thy saving pow'r and grace impart, 
 
 That I the strength of love may feel ; 
 Then to my soul shall peace be given. 
 And I shall praise thy love in heaven ! allkit. 
 
 Third Version. — S. M. Beverly, Dover. A 
 The beneficent Man. 
 
 1 THAT man is blest indeed. 
 To whom the poor are dear ; 
 The Lord, in his sad hour of need, 
 His Savior will appear. 
 
 mp 2 When stretch'd upon the bed 
 
 Of sickness and of wo, 
 mf The Lord his mercies, bounteous spread, 
 
 Shall make him joyful know ! 
 
 aff 3 Thy favor. Lord, to me. 
 
 Unworthy, still extend ; 
 mf Give me the bliss of charity, — 
 
 Heav'ns glory without end ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 7s. Prentiss. Edyfidd. 
 
 The beneficent Man. 
 1 HAPPY is the man, whose mind, 
 
 Gen'rous, merciful, and kind, I 
 
 ii 
 
PSALM 42. 99 
 
 Feels a sufPring brother's woes ; 
 To the poor whose bounty flows. 
 
 2 God shall with his strength sustain, 
 p When he languishes with pain : 
 When disease invades his head, 
 He his couch shall softly spread. 
 
 S Pitying all our human woes, 
 Jesus thus his grace bestows : 
 mf He, sustain'd by pow'r divine, 
 
 Bids his favor round us shine ! c 
 
 42. First Version. — L.M. Hamburg. JVazareth. 
 Hope in Affliction. 
 
 , p 1 MY spirit sinks within me, Lord, — 
 
 ' — But I will call thy name to mind. 
 And times of past distress record. 
 When I have found, my God was kind. 
 
 ' 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise, 
 i Swell like a sea, and round me spread; 
 
 J Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, 
 
 And rising waves roll o'er my head. 
 
 1 mp 3 Yet will the Lord command his love, 
 ' When I address his throne by day. 
 
 Nor in the night his grace remove; 
 
 The night shall hear me sing and pray. 
 
 f 4 Thy light and truth shall guide me still; 
 Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, 
 And lead me to thy holy hill, 
 I My God, my most exceeding joy ! watts. 
 
 I Second Version. — L.M. Hingham. Appleton. 
 I Despondence and Hope in God. 
 
 \ Aff 1 AS pants the hart for water brooks, 
 J So pants, O God, my soul for Thee ! 
 
 '\ To Thee my thirsty spirit looks; 
 
 I O, when shall I thy presence see ? 
 
 j mp 2 Why, O my soul, art thou cast down ? 
 
 jj Why this disquiet in my breast ? 
 
 Ij mf Hope thou in God; for, though He frovni, 
 
 ', His grace and love shall make thee blest! 
 
 i 
 
100 PSALM 42. 
 
 — 3 Where mountains rise, and torrents flow, 
 My burden'd soul remembers Thee, — 
 By Jordan's stream, mid Hermon's snow, — 
 When waves of trouble rush o'er me. 
 
 4 Still, Lord, thy goodness cheers my day, 
 And in the night thy song I sing ; 
 aff In Thee I trust, to Thee I pray, 
 
 To Thee, my Rock, my God, my King ! 
 
 p 5 Why, O my soul, art thou cast down ? 
 
 Why this disquiet in my breast ? 
 mf Hope thou in God ; for though He frown, 
 
 His grace and love shall make thee blest ! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 Third Versiox. — L. M. Hingham, Appleton. 
 
 Despondence and Hope in God. 
 p 1 WHY, O, my soul, art thou cast low ? 
 
 And why this dark disquietude ? 
 
 mf Hope thou in God: — I yet shall know 
 
 His mercy's widest amplitude ! 
 
 p 2 My soul within me is cast down ; 
 
 — Yet, Lord, I Thee remember still 
 
 From land, where rocks and deserts frown, 
 From Jordan's waste and Hermon's hill. 
 
 3 Deep calleth unto mighty deep ; 
 p Thy billows have gone o'er my soul ; — 
 
 — Yet, Lord, thy promise Thou wilt keep, 
 mf And all these raging waves control ! 
 
 P 4 Why, O my soul, art thou cast low ? 
 
 And why this dark disquietude? 
 mf Hope thou in God: I yet shall know 
 
 His mercy's widest amplitude ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — CM. Spencer. St. Anns. 
 
 Desertion and Hope. 
 aff 1 WITH earnest longings of the mind, 
 My God, to Thee I look ; 
 
 — So pants the hunted hart to find 
 And taste the cooling brook. 
 
 aff 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, 
 And meet my God again ? 
 
 < 
 
PSALM 42. 101 
 
 So long an absence from thy face 
 My heart endures with pain. 
 
 S Temptations vex my weary soul, 
 
 And tears are my repast ; 
 — The foe insults without control, — 
 " And where's your God at last V^ 
 
 4 I'll trust in God, whose mighty hand 
 Can all my woes remove, 
 
 mf For I shall yet before him stand. 
 
 And sing restoring love ! watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — C. M. Laurens. Downs, 
 Thirsting for God. 
 Aff 1 AS pants the hart for water brook, 
 When worried in the chase, 
 So, Lord, I pant for Thee, and look 
 For thy restoring grace. 
 
 2 For Thee my fainting spirit thirsts, 
 O, God, the living God ! 
 As water from the rock outbursts. 
 So pour thy joys abroad ! 
 
 5 When in thy house with joyful voice 
 Shall I extol thy love ? 
 
 O, when, with all thy saints rejoice 
 
 In thy blest courts above ? 
 p 4 Why, O, my soul, art thou cast down, 
 
 And why this wild amaze ? 
 mf Hope thou in God ; so, near his throne, 
 
 Thou shalt sing forth his praise ! allew. 
 
 Sixth Version. — S. M. Cedron. Lathrop. 
 Longing after God. 
 Aflf 1 AS for the water brook 
 
 The chased hart doth pant ; 
 So unto Thee, Lord, I look. 
 For Thee my soul doth faint ! 
 5 For Thee, O God, I thirst, 
 I would before Thee come ; 
 When from the Rock shall streams outburst, 
 To cheer my journey home ? 
 9» 
 
102 PSALM 42, 43. 
 
 3 My tears, both day and night, 
 
 Have flow'd, while foes have said, — 
 — "Where is thy God? and where the light, 
 Which He for thee hath spread?" 
 
 p 4 Why, my soul, art thou 
 
 Cast down in dread amaze? 
 mf Hope thou in God ;— -I yet shall know 
 
 His pow'r, and give Him praise ! allen. 
 
 Seventh Ver. — 8 & 7s. Sicily, Cesarea. 
 The Waters of Life from Christ. 
 mp 1 AS the hart for water panteth, 
 Hot and weary in the chase, 
 So my soul for Thoe, Lord, fainteth, 
 mf For thy rich and flowing grace ! 
 
 aff 2 Lord, for Thee my soul now thirsteth, 
 
 And for Thee I long and sigh: — 
 < Ah, I see ! the stream outhursteth ! 
 mf I shall drink, and never die! allen. 
 
 !l 
 
 43. First Version. — L. M. Danvcrs. jyazareth 
 God's Favor besought. 
 
 1 TEMPTED, oppress'd, o'erwhelm'd with grief, 
 In vain I seek some glad relief; 
 
 aff O, why, my God, dost Thou deny 
 
 Thine aid, swift-coming from the sky? 
 
 2 Behold me in this gloom of night! 
 O, shed thy cheering beams of light ; — 
 O, lead me to thy holy hill, — 
 My heart with thy good promise fill. 
 
 mf 3 Then in thy house with songs of praise 
 A grateful monument I'll raise: 
 With voice and harp I'll bless thy name, 
 And thy salvation will proclaim! 
 
 p 4 Why art thou, O, my soul, cast do\vn? 
 
 Why is thy confidence o'erthrown? 
 mf Hope thou in God, of glory bright, 
 
 And thou shalt praise Him for his might ! 
 
 ALLEN, 
 
PSALM 43. 103 
 
 Second Version.-— C. M. Albans. Coventry, 
 God a Refuge in Trouble, 
 aff 1 JUDGE me, God, maintain my right, 
 O, save me from the foe ! 
 Do I not trust thine arm of might? 
 Why then am I cast low? 
 
 2 0, send thy light and truth to me, 
 To lead me to thy hill. 
 To cheer me with thy promise free, 
 My soul with joy to fill! 
 
 mf 3 Then to thine altar with delight, 
 Where oft my feet have trod, 
 I'll go with harp, and in thy sight 
 Will sing thy praise, my God ! 
 
 p 4 Why art thou, O, my soul, cast down? 
 
 Why do thy comforts flee ? 
 mf Hope thou in God, for though He frown. 
 
 His face shall beam on me ! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — 8 Sf 7s. Sicily. Wilmot, 
 Trayer in Trouble. 
 Aff 1 GOD of love! behold my sadness, 
 Plead my cause against the strong ; 
 Turn my tears and gloom to gladness. 
 Far remove my grievous wTong. 
 
 2 Let thy light, on me outbeaming, 
 Guide me to thy holy hill ; 
 
 There, where truth divine is gleaming, 
 I shall taste thy mercy still. 
 
 3 There to Thee, while heart rejoices, 
 f Harp shall sound thy name abroad ; 
 
 There, where shout the holy voices. 
 Thee I'll praise, O God, my God! 
 
 J p 4 Why, my soul, thy gloom and sadness? 
 Why to dark despondence yield? 
 — God I yet shall praise with gladness, 
 r God my Strength, and Hope, and Shield ! 
 
104 PSALM 44. 
 
 44, First Ver.— C. M. St. Martins. Kendall. 
 The Church's Complaint in Persecution. 
 
 1 LORD, we have heard thy works of old, 
 Thy works of pow'r and grace, 
 
 When to our ears our fathers told 
 The wonders of their days : — 
 
 2 How Thou didst build thy churches here, 
 And make thy gospel known ; 
 
 Among them did thine arm appear, 
 Thy light and glory shone. 
 
 f 3 In God they boasted all the day. 
 And in a cheerful throng 
 Did thousands meet to praise and pray, 
 And grace was all their song ! 
 
 p 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame, 
 Confusion fills our face, 
 To hear the scoffer speak thy name, 
 And fools reproach thy grace. 
 
 f 5 Awake, arise. Almighty Lord, 
 Our Savior, and our God! 
 We plead thy sure and faithful word, _ 
 
 The merits of thy blood! watts. m\ 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Santee. Marlow. 
 Our good Country. 
 1 OUR ears have heard, O God, with joy, — 
 What oft our Fathers told, — 
 The work, that did thy hands employ. 
 In the past time of old. 
 
 S How Thou didst give them a good land. 
 By Thee all fenc'd about, — 
 .mf When first, by thine almighty hand, 
 The heathen were cast out: — 
 
 — 3 A land of hills and vales, 
 With iron in the rocks, — 
 Aland of balmy, healthful, gales, 
 O'erapread with herds and flocks: — 
 
 4 A land of streams and brooks. 
 Of lakes and wider seas, 
 
PSALM 44, 45, 105 
 
 A land of honey in the nooks. 
 Of vines and olive trees! 
 
 5 This land they gain'd not by their sword, 
 mf Which bold right arm outsways ; — 
 p It was the gift of thy good Vvord, — 
 mf And Thou shalt have the praise ! allen. 
 
 Third Version, — C. M. Santee, Marlow. 
 God'^s Mercy to our Fathers* 
 
 1 O LORD, our Fathers oft have told, 
 With wonder and delight, 
 
 Thy works of glory done of old, 
 Displays of love and might ! 
 
 2 How Thou the heathen didst expel 
 From this good land and fair. 
 When thine avenging justice fell, 
 And drove them to despair. 
 
 3 For not our Fathers' temper'd sword 
 I To them possession gave, 
 
 I mf But thy right hand, 6, faithful Lord, — 
 Thine arm, so strong to save ! 
 
 I — 4 As Thee J their God, they lov'd to bless, 
 { We boast Thee as our King ! 
 
 O, therefore, in thy righteousness 
 
 To us salvation bring! 
 
 5 We'll trust in neither sword nor bow, 
 When we in fight engage : 
 Thy pow'r shall soon subdue the foe, 
 And guard our heritage ! allen. 
 
 |45. First Version. — L. M. Effingham, Walton, 
 
 I The Glory of Christ. 
 
 1 NOW be my heart inspir'd to sing 
 
 The glories of my Savior King ; 
 
 Love from his lips divinely flows, 
 1 And blessings all his state compose. 
 
 I mf 2 Dress Thee in arms, most mighty Lord, 
 
 Gird on the terror of thy sword, 
 ' In majesty and glory ride, 
 
 ; With truth and meekness at thy side. 
 
106 PSALM 45. 
 
 S Thine anger, like a pointed dart, 
 Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart, 
 p Or words of mercy, kind and sweet, 
 Shall melt the rebels at thy feet. 
 
 mf 4 Thy throne, O God ! forever stands, 
 p Grace is the sceptre in thy hands ; 
 
 — Thy laws and works are just and right, 
 Justice and grace are thy delight. 
 
 5 God, thine own God, has richly shed 
 His oil of gladness on thy head. 
 And with his sacred Spirit blest 
 His first born Son above the rest. watts. 
 
 Second Versiox. — L. M. Walton, Duke Street, 
 Christ and his Church. 
 
 1 THE King of saints we glorious see, 
 Adorn'd with grace and majesty ; 
 He comes with blessings from above. 
 And wins the nations to his love. 
 
 2 At his right hand our eyes behold 
 The queen, array 'd in purest gold ; 
 The world admires her heavn'ly dress, 
 Her robe of joy and righteousness. 
 
 5 He forms her beauties like his own, 
 He calls and seats her near his throne: 
 
 P Fair stranger! let thy spirit hate. 
 The idols of thy native state: 
 
 — 4 So shall the King the more rejoice 
 
 In thee, the lav'rite of his choice; 
 Let Him be lov'd, and yet adored, 
 For He's thy Maker and thy Lord! 
 
 mf 5 O, happy hour, when thou shalt rise 
 To his fair palace in the skies ! 
 And all thy sons, a num'rous train, 
 Each, like a prince, in glory reign ! 
 
 6 Let endless honors crown his head ; 
 Let ev'ry age his praises spread ; 
 While we with cheerful songs approve 
 
 mp The condescensions of his love. watts. 
 
PSALM 45. 107 
 
 Third Version. — L. M. Rothwell. Farnsworth. 
 Christ and the Church. 
 f M 1 GIRD now thy sword upon thy thigh, 
 Most glorious in thy majesty. 
 And go forth with triumphant might, 
 T' uphold the cause of truth and right! 
 
 — 2 Thy throne, O Lord, forever stands, 
 
 Right is the sceptre in thy hands : 
 Thou lovest truth and righteousness, 
 Therefore Jehovah doth Thee bless. 
 
 5 With oil of joy He Thee anoints. 
 And fragrant robes for Thee appoints ; 
 Daughters of kings approach thy gate, 
 And glad attend thy royal state. 
 
 mp 4 But lo ! there standeth at thy side. 
 With Thee in cov'nant bonds allied, 
 The queen, array'd in Ophir's gold. 
 In charms of beauty all untold! 
 
 — 5 Daughter ! thy father's house forget, 
 
 Thy people too, that round thee met ; 
 Give to the King thy heart entire, 
 So He thy beauty shall desire. 
 
 6 Unto the King shalt thou be brought, 
 In garments rich, with needles wrought, 
 On thee the joyful virgins wait. 
 While entering now the palace gate. 
 
 mf 7 Thy sons shall take the fathers' place, 
 
 With majesty and princely grace ; 
 <. Thy praise shall spread from shore to shore, 
 f Nations shall praise thee evermore ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — C. M. Dedham. Conway, 
 Glories and Government of Christ, 
 1 I'LL speak the honors of my King, 
 His form divinely fair ; 
 None of the race, on earth who spring. 
 May with the Lord compare. 
 
 fn % Victorious Prince, gird on thy sword,. 
 Ride with majestic sway ; 
 
108 PSALM 45. 
 
 Thy terrors strike thy foes, O Lord, 
 The world shall Thee obey ! 
 
 — 8 Thy throne, O God, forever stands, 
 p Thy word of grace shall prove 
 
 A peacefid sceptre in thy hands. 
 To rule thy saints by love. 
 
 — 4 Justice and truth attend Thee still. 
 
 But mercy is thy choice, 
 mf And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill 
 With most peculiar joys ! watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — S. M. Soutlificld, Dover, 
 The Glory of Christ, 
 
 1 MY Savior and my Kinj^, 
 Thy beauties are divine ; 
 
 Of good Thou art th' unfailing spring. 
 And every grace is thine. 
 
 2 Thy glories now display, 
 
 f Gird on thy dreadful sword, 
 
 <: And spread in thy majestic sway, 
 
 f The conquests of thy word. 
 
 — 3 Thy laws are laws of love, 
 
 Thy throne shall ever stand, 
 <c> And thy victorious gospel prove 
 f A sceptre in thy hand ! watts. 
 
 Sixth Version. — S. M. Inverness, Olneij, 
 The Church the Bride of Christ. 
 1 DAUGHTER of Zion! hear ; 
 Thou queen in Ophir's^old ; 
 Consider and incline thine ear ; 
 The King, thy Lord, behold ! 
 
 mp 2 Forget thy native home, 
 
 Thy people and thy pride ; — 
 
 No thought of thine should ever roam 
 
 From Him, to thee allied ! 
 
 mf 3 Princes thy sons shall be, — 
 O'er all the earth their sway ; 
 Thy name and race of dignity 
 Shall still endure alway ! allen. 
 
PSALM 45, 46. 109 
 
 SevEx\th Version. — 8 <^ 7. Sicily. Cesarea. 
 Victory of Christ, 
 fit 1 GIRD thy sword, O King of glory ! 
 
 Ride forth in majestic might ; 
 mp Swift thine arrows, keen and gory, — 
 All thy foes shall flee thy sight! 
 
 1 1 2 God ! thy throne forever standeth. 
 Righteous sceptre Thou dost bear: 
 Nothing, which thy word commandeth. 
 Law of right can e'er impair. 
 
 3 Trial once thy faith approved. 
 
 Firm, though all thy friends did flee ; 
 Therefore, God ! thy God beloved 
 Oil of gladness jDOur'd on Thee ! 
 
 mp 4 Jesus I on thy throne of glory ! 
 Let thy saints extol thy name : 
 While they, wond'ring, read thy story. 
 Let them never dread thy shame ! allen. 
 
 46. First Ver. — L. M. Hebron, Rockingham 
 Safety of the Church. 
 1 GOD is the refuge of his saints, 
 When storms of sharp distress invade ; 
 Ere we can offer our complaints, 
 I Behold Him present with his aid. 
 
 |mf 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurPd 
 Ij Down to the deep, and buried there. 
 
 Convulsions shake the solid world 5 — 
 Our faith shall never yield to fear ! 
 
 If 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar ; 
 
 ]p In sacred peace our souls abide, 
 While every nation, ev'ry shore 
 Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 
 
 4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow 
 Supplies the city of our God, 
 Life, love, and joy still gliding through, 
 And wat'ring our divine abode. 
 
 5 That sacred stream, thy holy word, 
 Our grief allays, our fear controls: 
 
 10 
 
I 
 
 no PSALM 46. 
 
 Sweet peace thy promises afford, 
 
 And give new strength to fainting souls, 
 
 mf 6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, 
 Secure agaiftst a threat'ning hour ; 
 Nor can her fii'm foundations move, 
 Built on his truth, and arm'd with power ! 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Hebron. Rockingha 
 Peace over the World. 
 I COME, and the works of God behold! 
 He makes green lands a wilderness ; — 
 And now, in his great love untold, 
 With beams of peace the world doth bless ! 
 
 mf 2 The battle sound no ear shall hear. 
 Nor ride the victor in his car ; 
 God cuts asunder glitt'ring spear. 
 And burns the chariot, arm'd for war ! 
 
 p 3 "Be still, and know, that I am God! 
 Ruling on earth, as high above !" — 
 mf Lord, o'er the nations stretch thy rod, 
 > And quell all tumult into love I allen. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. St. Martin's. Dundee^ 
 God the Protector of the Church. 
 
 1 OUR refuge is the God of power,— 
 Our strength, when foes assail, — 
 A present help in troublous hour, 
 Whose aid shall never fail. 
 
 2 Our hearts through fear shall never quake. 
 Though earth in terror be, 
 
 mf And though the stable mountains shake, 
 And slide into the sea: 
 
 3 Although old ocean's waters roar, 
 Upturn'd by tempest's shock. 
 And dash with fury on the shore, 
 And move the mountain rock. 
 
 f 4 Zion is safe, p A gentle stream 
 
 Through all her streets doth flow, 
 — While God's bright sword is seen to gleam 
 Against his Church's foe ! allen. 
 
PSALM 46. Ill 
 
 Fourth Version. — S. M. St, Thomas, Olmutz, 
 
 God a Refuge. 
 
 1 THE Lord, our God, is great, 
 A refuge for his saints, 
 
 A present help in ev'ry strait, 
 Our hope, when nature faints. 
 
 2 No fear, then, shall we feel, 
 But firmest trust will keep, 
 Though hugest, rocky mountains reel, 
 And slide into the deep ; 
 
 f 3 Though earth's foundations shake, 
 And ocean-waters roar. 
 
 Whose swelling makes the mountains quake. 
 Whose billows lash the shore ! 
 
 p 4 There glides a river by. 
 
 Which gladdens by its flood 
 
 The holy place of God, most High, 
 
 Refreshing all the good. 
 
 — 5 Come, now, God's works proclaim ! 
 
 He maketh wars to cease, 
 He burns the chariot in the flame, 
 > And quells the storm to peace ! 
 
 p 6 God says^ '^Be still, and know. 
 
 That I am God alone!" 
 mf We Thee the Lord, our God, avow! 
 
 Our refuge is thy throne 1 allen. 
 
 Fifth Version. — 7s. Edijfield. Wilmot. 
 The Safety of Zion. 
 1 GOD, our strength, is ever near, 
 Surest refuge in distress ; 
 Therefore we will never fear. 
 Though fierce dangers round us press ; 
 
 mf 2 Though the earth in terror shake. 
 
 And the sea o'erpass its shore ; 
 o Though the rock-built mountains quake, 
 <:> As the swelling waters roar ! 
 
 — 3 Lo, a river full is flowing, 
 
 Gladd'ning to the house of God ; 
 
112 PSALM 46. 
 
 Great the blessings, it is strewing, 
 As it pours its streams abroad ! 
 
 p 4 Safe are they, whom God doth love. 
 He beholds them with his eye ; 
 Naught their safety can remove, 
 They shall dwell with God on high! 
 
 mf 5 O, the Church of God, how blest ! 
 Streams of life outpour'd on thee ! 
 Thine the everlasting rest, 
 Glory in eternity ! allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 7s. Kimball. J^uremhurg. 
 
 God^s wonderful JVorks. 
 mf 1 GOD, the Lord of hosts on high, 
 
 Ever with his arm is ni<rh: 
 
 God of Jacob! Thou wilt bless 
 
 All, who trust thy Mightiness! 
 
 2 Come, the works of God behold ; 
 Desolating works of old; 
 Vain the heathen Him withstood ; 
 He o'erwhelm'd them with his flood. 
 
 S Lo, He breaks the warrior's bow, 
 Cuts the pointed spoar in two. 
 Burns the chariot ; thus He quells 
 War's loud trump and fiend-like yells! 
 
 p 4 Then, be still, and humbly bow ; 
 
 Know, that God doth rule below ; 
 aff Thou, O God of hosts on high. 
 
 Art our refuge, ever nigh ! allen. 
 
 Seventh Version. — 8 & 7s, Woi^thing, Wilmot, 
 Zion safe. 
 1 LORD, our present help in trouble, 
 Refuge to the weary mind. 
 We'll not fear, though earth, like stubble, 
 Flies before the tempest-wind: — 
 
 mf 2 Though the mighty waves of ocean 
 
 Shake the rock-built mountains down. 
 And the hills, in wild commotion, 
 
 > Sink in ocean's depths unknown. 
 
PSALM 47. 113 
 
 p 3 Is there not a gentle river, 
 
 Gliding onward cool and slow, 
 Whose refreshing streams deliver 
 All, who drink, from thirst and wo? 
 
 — 4 Zion drinks these living waters, 
 
 Flowing from the throne on high ; — 
 
 mf Zion's faithful Sons and Daughters! 
 
 Ye shall drink in yon blue sky I allen. 
 
 47. First Version. — C. M. Santee, Marlow, 
 Christ ascending and reigning, 
 mf 1 O, FOR a shout of sacred joy 
 To God, the sov'reign Kingi 
 Let ev'ry land their tongues employ. 
 And hymns of triumph sing ! 
 
 2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high ; 
 His heav'nly guards around 
 Attend Him, rising through the sky, 
 With trumpet's joyful sound ! 
 
 3 While angels shout and praise their King, 
 Let mortals learn their strains: 
 
 Let all the earth his honors sing ; 
 O'er all the earth He reigns ! 
 
 — 4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound. 
 Let knowledge lead the song ; 
 Nor mock Him with a solenm sound 
 
 p Upon a thoughtless tongue. 
 
 — 5 In Israel stood his ancient throne, 
 He lov'd that chosen race ; 
 
 < But now He calls the world his own, 
 I > And heathens taste his grace. 
 
 i mf 6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's, 
 
 There Abr'ham's God is known ; 
 
 While pow'rs and princes, shields and swords 
 { Submit before his throne i watts- 
 
 Second Version. — L.M. Pentonville. Paddington, 
 Resurrection and Power of Christ. 
 mf 1 YE people, be ye glad. 
 
 And shout in loudest strains, 
 10* 
 
114 PSALM 47. 
 
 For Jesus now with light is clad. 
 O'er all the earth He reigns ! 
 
 f 2 He rose! O, earth, rejoice! 
 He's gone up to the sky ! 
 O, praise Him with exulting voice, 
 In songs, that never die ! 
 
 — 3 The heathen feel his sway, 
 
 And taste his wondrous love ; 
 mf Princes and kings his laws obey ; — 
 
 His throne is high above ! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — 75. Bates. Southampton, 
 Exaltation of Christ. 
 f i» 1 SHOUT, ye people, unto God! 
 When He lifts his angry rod, 
 Kings shall tremble on their throne ; — 
 King of kings. He reigns alone ! 
 
 2 Christ has gone up to the sky, 
 Hail'd with loud, exulting cry : 
 Bless his name, rejoice and sing, — 
 
 Sound forth praises to our King 
 
 8 King of all this earthly ball, 
 Ev'ry idol soon shall fall ; 
 Soon the darkness pass away, 
 Soon outbeams eternal day ! 
 
 mp 4 Do we glory in the cross, 
 
 Deeming all besides but loss? 
 mf Let us seek to spread Christ's love, 
 f Then our home will be above ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 7s. JVuremburg. Kimball. 
 Christ a glorious King. 
 
 SEMI-CHORUS. 
 
 fff 1 CLAP your hands, and loud rejoice, 
 Shout to God with triumph's voice ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Dreadful is our God most high. 
 King o'er all beneath the sky ! 
 
 SEMI-CHORUS. 
 
 2 He his people's foes shall smite, 
 And subdue them by his might ! 
 
PSALM 47, 48. 115 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 — He our heritage shall choose. 
 Heritage we ne'er shall lose. 
 
 SEMI-CHORUS. 
 
 f 3 Jesus went up with a shout. 
 Angels circling Him about ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Praises sing, ye sons of men, 
 Let the heav'ns outsing again ! 
 
 4 Jesus o'er the earth is King ; 
 Joyfully his praises sing ! — 
 O'er the heathen is his throne^ 
 All ye idol-gods, bow down ! allen. 
 
 Fifth Ver. — lis. PiUsJield. Portuguese Hymn. 
 Our heavenly King, 
 
 f 1 O, CLAP ye your hands, all ye people, with joy; 
 
 Loud praise and glad shouts may your lips well employ, 
 For Jesus, our Lord, is the King o'er the world ; 
 
 mp By Him all our foes into ruin are hurl'd. 
 
 f 2 The Lord is gone up with a shout into heaven ; 
 
 Sing praises! Let praises forever be given! 
 
 Let Jesus be honor'd our Lord and our King ; 
 cres Ye sinners redeemed, his praises loud sing! allen. 
 
 48, First Version. — C. M. Dundee, London. 
 The Glory of the Church, 
 
 1 WITH stately tow'rs and bulwarks strong, 
 UnrivalPd and alone, 
 
 p Lov'd theme of many a sacred song, 
 — God's holy city shone. 
 
 2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat, 
 The glory of all lands ; 
 
 mf Yet fairer, and in strength complete, 
 The Christian temple stands I 
 
 3 The faithful of each clime and age 
 This glorious Church compose ; 
 Built on a rock, with idle rage 
 The threat'nmg tempest blows. 
 
116 PSALM 48. 
 
 4 In vain may hostile bands alarm. 
 For God is her defence 3 
 
 How weak, how pow'rless each arm 
 
 Against Omnipotence? spirit of psalms. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. St. Thomas. Dover, 
 The Church the Honor of a JVation, 
 1 GREAT is the Lord, our God, 
 And let his praise be great ; 
 He makes his churches his abode, 
 His most delightful seat. 
 
 mp 2 These temples of his grace. 
 
 How beautiful they stand, — 
 
 The honors of our native place, 
 jmf The bulwarks of our land ? 
 
 — 3 In Zion God is known, 
 
 A refuge in distress ; 
 mf How bright has his salvation shone. 
 His truth and righteousness? 
 
 — 4 Oft have our fathers told, 
 
 Our eyes have often seen. 
 
 How well our God secures the fold, 
 
 Where his own sheep have been. 
 
 5 In every time of wo 
 We'll to his house repair ; 
 Before the Lord we'll humbly bow, 
 
 And seek deliv'rance there. watts. 
 
 Third Version. — S. M. Dover. Paddington, 
 Beauty of the Church. 
 
 1 FAR as thy name is known, 
 The world declares thy praise ; 
 Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne, 
 Their songs of honor raise. 
 
 2 With joy let Judah stand 
 On Zion's chosen hill, 
 
 mf Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, 
 And counsels of thy will ! 
 
 — 3 Let strangers walk around 
 
 The city, where we dwell, 
 
PSALM 48. 117 
 
 Compass and view the holy ground, 
 And mark the building well; — 
 
 4 The orders of thy house. 
 The worship of thy court, 
 mf The cheerful songs, the solemn vows,— 
 > And make a fair report. 
 
 — 5 How decent and how wise ! 
 How glorious to behold ! 
 Beyond the pomp, that charms the eyes, 
 And rites, adorn'd with gold ! 
 
 6 The God, we worsliip now, 
 Will guide us, till we die ; 
 mf Will be our God, while here below. 
 
 And ours above the sky I watts. 
 
 Fourth Version. — S.P. M. Dalston, Bethel. 
 Safety and Glory of Zion, 
 
 1 HOW beautiful the seat 
 OfZion's monarch great, — 
 
 Zion, the city we have trod.f* 
 mf She is the wide earth's joy ; 
 And what can her annoy, 
 
 While guarded by her present God ? 
 
 2 Let Zion's mount rejoice. 
 Her daughters lift their voice, 
 
 And praise the judgments of her King ; 
 Oft has she seen and known 
 Her foes all overthrown, 
 > And swept away as lightest thing! 
 
 — 3 This city walk around, 
 
 And mark our Zion's bound ; 
 
 Her walls, her tow'rs upreared high, 
 Her bulwarks of great might. 
 Her palaces so bright ; 
 
 Her God with aid forever nigh ! 
 
 4 Blest is the church of God, 
 
 Where truth strikes with his rod. 
 Or sends keen arrows to the proud ; 
 f Where swift-wing'd, thund'ring wrath 
 
118 PSALM 48. 
 
 Startles the sinner's path, 
 pp Or mercy's bow hangs on the cloud ! allen. 
 
 Fifth Version. — 7s. Edyjield, Prentiss, 
 Zion defended and safe, 
 
 1 BEAUTIFUL is Zion's hill, 
 Where her sons and daughters sing ! 
 mf Thy glad songs the earth shall fill, 
 City of our glorious King! 
 
 — 2 Vain the malice of the foe, 
 
 Though dark pow'rs of earth combine ; 
 They shall. Lord, be humbled low 
 < By thy Majesty divine ! 
 
 f 8 Often hast Thou scatter'd wide, 
 Often dash'd down to the ground 
 Proudest Kings in martial pride, 
 Compassing thy Zion round ! 
 
 If 4 Walk about our Zion fair, 
 
 Mark ye well her bulwarks strong ; 
 Count her tow'rs up high in air, 
 
 f Hearken to her shout and song ! 
 
 — 5 This, our God, shall be our God, 
 
 While our pilgrimage shall be, — 
 Guide through valley yet untrod, — 
 Portion in eternity ! allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 7s. Brown. TuHn. 
 
 The City of God. ' 
 
 mf 1 GREAT is God, and great his praise, 
 Which his church shall joyful sing ; 
 mp Beautiful are Zion's ways, — 
 City of the mighty King ! 
 God is known a refuge there, — 
 Blessed city of his care ! 
 
 mf 2 Zion's mount may well rejoice, 
 
 Zion's daughters in their God ; 
 Let them lift a thankful voice. 
 
 For his judgments sent abroad ; 
 mp Zion's foes shall feel a blow, 
 > Laying all their greatness low ! 
 
PSALM 48. 119 
 
 mf n3 Walk about our Zion's bound, 
 
 Mark her walled strength and towers, 
 
 All her bulwarks planted round, 
 Biddmg shame to hostile powers: 
 
 This, our God, let all adore ; 
 
 He's our God forevermore ! allen. 
 
 Seventh Ver. — 7 4' 6. Yarmouth, Miss, Hymn. 
 Beauty of the Church. 
 
 1 BEHOLD, how Zion's mountain 
 All beauty far transcends. 
 And from Siloa's fountain 
 The stream of joy she sends! 
 Jehovah's to be praised 
 In this, his city bright ! 
 f Let loudest songs be raised 
 To Him, the Lord of might ! 
 
 mf 2 Go, count our Zion's towers, 
 And mark her walled bound ; 
 Then say, what hostile powers 
 Shall dare her hill surround ! 
 She'll fall before them never ; — 
 They cannot cast her down : — 
 God is our God forever ; 
 He'll guide us to his throne ! allen. 
 
 Eighth Version. — 1 1 4' 8. Wareham. 
 
 [Omitting the ties of the tune.] 
 Glory of the church. 
 
 1 MOUNT Zion, the city of God, O, how fair, 
 How beauteous she lifts up her head? 
 
 The joy of the earth, and a refuge from care, 
 His city, who rose from the dead ! 
 
 2 Go, w alk forth and compass our Zion around, 
 And mark all her towers of might ; 
 
 Count up all her bulwarks, whose strength 
 
 may astound, 
 And notice her palaces bright ! 
 
 3 Then tell of her beauty, which joyful ye see, 
 For good to the age, that shall come: 
 
120 PSALM 49. 
 
 f This God is our God ! and He ever will be ! 
 > He'll guide us e'en down to the tomb ! allen. 
 
 49. First Ver. — L. M. Lancaster, Uxbridge. 
 The Vanity of Riches. 
 
 1 THEYj who in riches put their trust. 
 And boast of treasures in the dust, 
 mp Not one can save his brother's soul, — 
 Not one death's terrors can control. 
 
 — 2 By their own names they call their lands. 
 
 And think, their house forever stands ; 
 mp Yet are they like the beasts, who die. 
 And sudden in the grave they lie. 
 
 — 3 Earth's splendor moulders in the clay. 
 
 And beauty is the earth-worm's prey ; 
 All worldly honor meets disgrace, 
 > Thrust down in lowly dwelling place. 
 
 — 4 Then envy not the worldly great, 
 
 In conscious pride of wealth elate, 
 p For, sleeping in their narrow bed, 
 lea They lie forgotten with the dead. 
 
 mf 5 My God, with grace and power to save, 
 Will sure redeem me from the grave ; 
 Then to my soul there shall be given 
 
 f Th' unmeasur'd, endless good of heaven ! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. St. Anns. London. 
 The Soul redeemed by Christ. 
 
 1 NONE can preserve his brother's breath. 
 Nor the high ransom give ; 
 
 Redeem the mortal frame from death. 
 And bid corruption live! 
 
 2 But vast and boundless is the price, 
 Th'immortal soul's esteem ! 
 
 What human pow'r or wealth suffice 
 From ruin to redeem ? 
 
 <:?! 3 Behold! 'tis done! His wonders tell ; 
 Jesus, the Lord, can save ! 
 
PSALM 49, 50. 121 
 
 'Tis He redeems the soul from hell ! 
 
 He ransoms from the grave ! goode. 
 
 Third Version. — S. M. St. Thomas. Dover. 
 
 Earthly Glory, 
 
 1 THEY, who in riches trust. 
 And in earth's pleasures roll. 
 Cannot, with all their golden dust, 
 p Redeem a brother's soul. 
 
 — 2 Pride moulders in the clay. 
 
 And honor finds disgrace, 
 p Sweet beauty is the earth-worm's prey 
 >• In lowly dwelling place. 
 
 -r^ 3 Then envy not the great, 
 
 For, in their narrow bed, 
 
 They lose their pomp and proud estate, 
 > Forgotten ^vith the dead. 
 
 Aff 4 My God, with pow'r to save ! 
 To me let there be given 
 Redemption from the hollow grave, 
 And boundless good in heaven ! allen. 
 
 50. First Version. — 10s. Wilton. Havre. 
 The Last Judgment. 
 1 THE Lord, the Sov'reign, sends his summons forth. 
 Calls the south nations and awakes the north ; 
 From east to west the sounding orders spread 
 Through distant worlds, and regions of the dead : 
 No more shall atheists mock his long delay ; 
 p His vengeance sleeps no more : — behold the day ! 
 
 — 2 Behold, the Judge descends ; his guards are nigh ; 
 Tempests and fire attend him down the sky : 
 Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near ; let all things come 
 To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom : 
 "But gather first my saints,'* the Judge commands, 
 "Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands! " 
 
 3 Sinners, awake betimes ! ye fools, be wise ; 
 cres Awake, before this dreadful morning rise ! 
 11 
 
122 PSALM 50. 
 
 — Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amende 
 Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend ; 
 
 p Lest, like a lion, his last vengeance tear 
 
 Your trembling souls, and no deliv'rer near ! watts* 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Lancaster, Duke Street 
 
 God requiring the Sacrifice of the Heart, 
 mf frl THE God of gods, Jehovah, spake. 
 
 From east to w^est his words outbreak ! 
 
 From Zion, glory of the land. 
 
 He issues forth his just command. 
 
 2 Before Him flames devouring fire, 
 The mighty tempest wakes in ire ; 
 He calls to earth and heav'n above, 
 His righteous judgment to approve: 
 
 — 3 "Hear, O, my people, and be taught ; 
 
 For offerings I blame thee not: 
 No he-goat from the fold I ask, 
 Nor bullock taken from his task ; 
 
 4 "For ev'ry forest-beast, that strays, 
 And cattle on the hills, that graze. 
 And all the mountain-fowls are mine ; 
 Need I such sacrifice, as thine? 
 
 5 "The flesh of bullocks do 1 eat. 
 
 Or drink the blood of goats as sweet? 
 mf Give thanks to God, thy heavn'ly King ; 
 To Him thy Vows and Praises bring! 
 
 mp 6 "In day of trouble call on Me, 
 
 — And praise Me fordeliv'rance free ; 
 To him, that will my statutes know, 
 
 mf To him Salvation will I show ! '' allen. 
 
 Third Version. — L. M. Old Hundred. Arnheinh. 
 
 ^ The Judgment Day. 
 
 ir 1 THE Mighty God, Jehovah, speaks: — 
 To earth, while round his thunder breaks. 
 He calls ; from where the rising sun 
 Hastes, till his western race is run. 
 
 2 From Zion, glory of the skies ! 
 Where beauty's full perfections rise. 
 
PSALM 50. 123 
 
 f He tarsts in majesty abroad. 
 
 And shines o'er all, th' Eternal God ! 
 
 3 He comes. He comes, our God behold ! 
 p No more his lips their silence hold : 
 
 f Devouring foe prepares his way. 
 
 And clouds and tempests round him play. 
 
 4 To heav'n He calls ; — the heav'ns shall hear. 
 The souls beneath his throne appear ; 
 
 To earth the mighty summons cries, 
 
 "Now let the sleeping dust arise ! " goode. 
 
 TouRTH Version. — CM. Grafton. Burford. 
 The last Judgment. 
 
 1 THE Lord, the Judge, before his throne 
 Bids the whole earth draw nigh ; 
 
 The nations near the rising sun, 
 And near the western sky ! 
 
 2 No more shall bold blasphemers say, 
 '^Judgment will ne'er begin !" 
 
 No more abuse his long delay 
 To impudence and sin. 
 
 f 8 Thron'd on a cloud, our God shall come ; 
 
 Bright flames prepare his way ; 
 Thunder and darkness, fire and storm 
 Lead on the dreadful day ! 
 
 4 Heav'n from above his call shall hear. 
 Attending angels come ; 
 mp And earth and hell shall know and fear 
 > His justice, and their doom! wa.tts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — C. M. Colchester. Dundee. 
 The Judgment of Hypocrites. 
 
 1 WHEN Christ to judgment shall descend, 
 And saints surround their Lord, 
 
 He calls the nations to attend. 
 And hear his awful word. 
 
 2 "Not for the want of bullocks slain 
 Will I the world reprove : 
 
 Altars, and rites, and forms are vain, 
 Without the fire of love ! 
 
124 PSALM 50. 
 
 3 And what have hypocrites to do. 
 To bring their sacrifice? 
 
 They call my statutes just and true, 
 But deal in theft and lies." 
 
 4 Consider, ye, that slight the Lord, 
 Before his wrath appear ; 
 
 p If once you fall beneath his sword, 
 
 There's no deliv'rer there ! watts. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 7 S^ 6. Yarmouth. 
 The last Judgment, 
 
 1 THE mighty God hath spoken. 
 The Lord the earth doth call ; 
 Nor can his word be broken, 
 Nor shall his purpose fall. 
 
 Our God shall come ; — before Him 
 Doth blazing fire devour ; 
 Attending hosts adore Him, 
 Beholders of his power ! 
 
 2 "Let all my saints assemble. 
 And at my bar now stand ! " — 
 Ah, how the wicked tremble 
 At hearing this command ! 
 
 f The judgment trumpet ringing, — 
 The Judge upon his throne, — 
 The righteous gladly singing, — 
 
 p The wicked weep and moan ! allen. 
 
 Seventh Version. — 8, 7 <^ 4. Ripley, Carlow, 
 
 Day of Judgment, 
 mf 1 GOD, the mighty God, hath spoken. 
 Hear, O earth, his gracious voice ! 
 On the darkness light hath broken, 
 Zion's sons may now rejoice: 
 
 All ye people. 
 Let salvation be your choice ! 
 
 2 Lo, the Judge, from heav'n descending! 
 From dark cloud, on which He rides, 
 Loudest thunder earth is rending: 
 Scornful men no more deride ! — 
 Each in terror 
 p From the Judge would gladly hide. 
 
PSALM 51. 125 
 
 3 Bursting from their lowly dwelling, 
 
 From their graves the saints arise, 
 
 p Rapture alUheir bosoms swelling. 
 As they meet their Savior's eyes ; 
 For their Savior 
 
 mf Now will take them to the skies ! 
 
 4 Wouldst thou, sinner, dwell in heaven? 
 
 Think not then for victim slain 
 Joy and Glory will be given. 
 Or for self-inflicted pain : — 
 
 Only Jesus 
 Cleanses ouf thy guilty stain ! allen. 
 
 51. First Ver. — L. M. Windham. Sunderland, 
 A Fenitent 'pleading for Pardon, 
 
 Aff 1 SHOW pity, Lord! Lord, forgive!— 
 Let a repenting rebel live : 
 Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
 May not a sinner trust in Thee ? 
 
 2 My crimes are great,— but can't surpass 
 The pow'r and glory of thy grace ; 
 mf Great God! thy^nature hath "no bound, — 
 
 — So let thy pard'ning love be found I 
 
 aflf 3 O, wash my soul from ev'ry sin, 
 
 And make my guilty conscience clean \ 
 
 p Here, on my heart, the burden lies. 
 And past offences pain mine eyes. 
 
 4 My lips with shame my sins confess 
 Against thy law, against thy grace : 
 
 — Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, 
 I am condemn'd, but Thou art clear. 
 
 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 
 1 must pronounce Thee just in death \ 
 And if my soul were sent to hell. 
 
 Thy righteous law approves it well. 
 
 aff 6 Yet, save a trembling sinner,, Lord, 
 
 Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, 
 Would light on some sweet promise there. 
 Some sure support against despair! watts. 
 11» 
 
126 PSALM 51. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Windham, Sunderland, 
 Sin Confessed. 
 
 p 1 LORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin. 
 And born unholy and unclean. 
 Sprung from the man, whose guilty fall 
 Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 
 
 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, 
 The seeds of sin grow up for death : 
 Thy law demands a perfect heart, 
 But we're defiPd in ev'ry part. 
 
 a£f 3 Great God ! create my heart anew. 
 And form my spirit pure and true ; 
 O make me wise betimes to see 
 My danger, and thy mercy free. 
 
 4 Behold, I fall before thy face. 
 My only refuge is thy grace ; 
 
 No outward forms can make me clean ; 
 The leprosy lies deep within ! 
 
 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast. 
 Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest. 
 Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, 
 
 >• Can wash the dismal stain away. 
 
 aff 6 Jesus, my God ! thy blood alone 
 Hath pow'r sufficient to atone: 
 Thy blood can make me white as snow, 
 No types, nor rites can cleanse me so. 
 
 7 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace. 
 Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease ; 
 mf Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice. 
 
 And make my mourning heart rejoice ! watts.^ 
 
 Third Version. — L. M. Windham, Hanover, 
 The PenitenVs Prayer, 
 Aff 1 O, THOU, who hear'st, when sinners cry. 
 Though all my crimes before Thee lie, 
 Behold them not with angry look. 
 But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 
 
 2 Create my nature pure within. 
 And form my soul averse to sin ; 
 
PSALM 51. 127 
 
 Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart. 
 Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 
 
 S I cannot live without thy light. 
 
 Cast out and banish'd from thy sight ; 
 mf Thine holy joys, my God, restore, 
 > And guard me'^ that I fall no more ! 
 
 mp 4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, 
 Thy help and comfort still afford ; 
 And let a wretch come near thy throne. 
 To plead the merits of thy Son. 
 
 5 A broken heart, my God, my King, 
 Is all the sacrifice, I bring; 
 
 The God of grace will ne'er despise 
 A broken heart for sacrifice. 
 
 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, 
 And owns thy dreadful sentence just ; 
 Look do^vn, O Lord, y%-ith pitying eye, 
 And save the soul, condenm'd to die. 
 
 mf 7 Then will I teach thfe world thy ways, 
 Sinners shall learn thy sov 'reign grace ; 
 I'll lead them to my Savior's blood. 
 And they shall praise a pard'ning God ! 
 
 8 O, may thy love inspire my tongue ! 
 Salvation shall be all my song. 
 And all my pow'rs shall join to bless 
 The Lord, my strength and righteousness. 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 Fourth Version. — L. M. Beimard. Sunderland. 
 
 Prayer for Mercy. 
 Aff 1 HAVE mercy, 0, my God ! on me, 
 In thy great kindness rich and free ! 
 O, wash me from my guilty stain ; — 
 Renew me, lest I sin again ! 
 
 2 Thou sacrifice dost not demand. 
 Else would I give it to thine hand ; 
 Nor in burnt-off'rings dost delight, 
 mf Else should thine altars blaze forth bright ! 
 
 — 3 The sacrifice. Thou dost approve, — 
 
 Next to Christ's off'ring made above, — 
 
128 PSALM 51. 
 
 p Is broken spirit and contrite : — 
 
 — Such sacrifice is thy delight ! 
 
 f 4 0, build thy Zion's ruin'd wall ! 
 
 Then all earth's tribes on Thee shall call, 
 Thine altars through the world shall blaze, 
 And ev'ry tongue shall give Thee praise ! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 Fifth Version. — C. M. Medfield. Grafton, 
 
 Confession and Prayer. 
 Aff 1 LORD, I would spread my sore distress 
 
 And guilt before thine eyes ; 
 
 Against thy laws, against thy grace 
 
 How high my crimes arise ? 
 
 2 Shouldst Thou condemn my soul to hell, 
 And crush my flesh to dust, 
 Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well, 
 And earth must own it just. 
 
 — 3 1 from the stock of Adam came, 
 
 Unholy and unclean ; 
 All my original is shame, 
 And all my nature sin. 
 
 4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew 
 Contagion with my breath. 
 And, as my days ad vane 'd, I grew 
 A juster prey for death. 
 
 aflf 5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul 
 With thy forgiving love ; 
 Oj make my broken spirit whole, 
 And bid my pains remove. 
 
 6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart, 
 Nor drive me from thy face ; 
 Create anew my vicious heart, 
 And fill it with thy grace. 
 
 mf 7 Then will I make thy mercy kno,wn 
 Before the sons of men ; 
 Backsliders shall address thy throne. 
 And turn to God again ! watts. 
 
PSALM 51. 129 
 
 Sixth Version. — C. M. Medjield. Grafton. 
 Repentance and Faiih. 
 
 Aff 1 O, GOD of mercy ! hear my call. 
 My load of guilt remove ; 
 Break down this separating wall. 
 That bars me from thy love. 
 
 2 Give me the presence of thy grace ; 
 mf Then my rejoicing tongue 
 
 Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, 
 And make thy praise my song ! 
 
 — 3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain 
 For sin could e'er atone : 
 The death of Christ shall still remain 
 Sufficient and alone. 
 
 mp 4 A soul, that feels of sin the smart, 
 My God will ne'er despise ; 
 A humble groan, a broken heart 
 Is our best sacrifice. watts. 
 
 Seventh Version. — S. M. Cedron. Lathrop. 
 Prayer for Mercy, 
 
 Aflf 1 HAVE mercy, God of love! 
 And all my sins control ; 
 O, send forgiveness from above. 
 And cheer my humbled soul ! 
 
 2 From guilt O set me free. 
 For I my sins deplore ; 
 O, wash me from iniquity. 
 And let me sin no more ! 
 
 3 Create a holy heart, 
 
 A spirit right and free. 
 
 Nor let me from thy law depart ; 
 
 So shall I honor Thee ! 
 
 4 Ne'er wilt Thou, Lord, despise 
 A spirit all contrite ; 
 
 In broken heart for sacrifice 
 
 Thou surely dost delight ! allen. 
 
130 PSALM 51. 
 
 Eighth Version. — 7s. Prentiss. JVorioich, 
 Prayer for Forgiveness and a new Heart. 
 
 Aflf 1 LORD, have mercy on my soul. 
 In thy love beyond my thought ! — 
 All my raging shis control. 
 From thy book my guilt outblot. 
 
 2 Wash me from this dreadful stain, 
 Cleanse the leprosy of heart ; 
 
 Let me never sin again, — 
 Never from my G od depart ! 
 
 3 O, my God, to Thee I bow! 
 Listen to my earnest cry: 
 Wash me whiter, than the snow, 
 Let me hear the voice of joy ! 
 
 4 New-create me. Lord within. 
 Make my spirit right with Thee ; 
 Take away my bloody sin ; 
 Show me mercy rich and free ! 
 
 5 No atoning offering 
 
 For my crime do I present ; 
 Lord, a broken heart I bring, 
 Heart for sin in anguish rent ! 
 
 6 Sacrifice for me was made 
 By the SufPrer on the tree ! 
 
 f Then was love unknown displayed, 
 
 Love immense and mercy free ! allen. 
 
 Ninth Version. — 6<Sr4. Oakham. Italian Hymn. 
 Confession and Prayer. 
 
 Aff 1 HAVE mercy on my soul, 
 And all mv sins control, 
 
 O God of love ! 
 In thine abundant grace 
 Out of thy book efface 
 Of sin and guilt each trace, 
 
 And far remove. 
 
 2 O, wash away each stain, 
 Nor let me sin again. 
 While here below ! 
 
 31 
 
PSALM 52. 131 
 
 I would return to Thee ; — 
 In love beyond degree, 
 
 God, now pity me ! 
 
 Thy mercy show! 
 
 S No costly sacrifice 
 
 1 spread before thine eyes. 
 
 My offering ; 
 A heart for sin contrite 
 Doth give to Thee delight, 
 mf O God, enthron'd in light, 
 My heav'uly King ! 
 
 mp 4 For guilty deeds brought low, 
 Save me from shame and wo 
 
 mf By thy great power ! 
 
 aff Thy Spirit give to me ; 
 Then I'll ascribe to Thee 
 
 ff Salvation rich and free, 
 
 Fore^ ermore ! allex. 
 
 . First Ver. — L. M. Baltimore. Wakefield, 
 End of the Righteous and Wicked. 
 
 1 BOAST not in mischief, man of might, 
 Nor plot against the good and just ; 
 Almighty God thy pride will smite, 
 And lay thy greatness in the dust ! 
 
 2 Then shall the righteous say, — ^'Behold ! 
 This is the man, that turn'd from God, 
 And plac'd his confidence in gold, 
 
 And walk-d the ways, the wicked trod. 
 
 3 ''But I am like green olive tree, 
 
 Which in God's house most fruitful grows ; 
 And in God's grace my hope shall be, 
 "While time's unceasing current flows. 
 
 4 ^*Thy work of mercy I'll proclaim, — 
 
 Thine arm outstretch'd from heav'n above ; — 
 
 Forever will I praise thy name, 
 
 Thy saving name of grace and love !"' allen. 
 
132 PSALM 52, 53. 
 
 Second Version. — Is. Prentiss, JVuremburg, 
 The End of the Wicked, 
 
 1 WHY, O sinner, dost thou boast, 
 And thyself deem as a host! 
 God shall smite thee in his wrath. 
 And destroy thee in thy path. 
 
 2 Righteous men, as they behold, 
 "Lo,'^ will say, "the strong man bold. 
 Who forsook the God of strength. 
 And is now cast down at length ! " 
 
 3 Like a green, fair olive tree 
 
 In thy house. Lord, render me 5 
 In thy mercy I do trust, — 
 mf I shall praise Thee with the just! allen. 
 
 53. First Version. — C. M. jyichols, Patmos. 
 Victory and Deliverance from Persecution. 
 
 1 ARE all the foes of Zion fools. 
 Who thus devour her saints ? 
 
 Do they not know, her Savior rules, 
 And pities her complaints.^ 
 
 2 They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise, 
 For God's revenging arm 
 
 Scatters the bones of them, who rise 
 To do his children harm. 
 
 mf 3 In vain the sons of Satan boast 
 
 Of armies in array ; 
 
 When God has first dispers'd their host, 
 > They fall an easy prey. 
 
 mf 4 O, for a word from Zion's King, 
 Her captives to restore ! 
 Jacob, with all the tribes, shall sing, 
 And Judah weep no more ! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Bender. Dover. 
 Depravity, 
 1 GOD look'd from heav'n to earth 
 His children here to see, 
 
PSALM 54. 133 
 
 If they walk'd worthy of their birth, 
 In love and purity. 
 
 mp 2 They all have gone astray 
 And trampled on his word ; 
 All are wild wand'rers from his way, 
 Forsakers of the Lord ! 
 
 — 5 Are they so dark in mind. 
 
 That they God's friends devour^ 
 
 And think th' omniscient Judge is blind, 
 
 Th' Almighty without power? 
 
 mf 4 0, come the blissful day, 
 When Zion's Savior King 
 Shall bend all nations to his sway ! — 
 Then earth with shouts shall ring ! allen. 
 
 54. First Vfrsion. — 75. Prentiss. PleyeVs Hymn. 
 God the Savior of his People, 
 Aff 1 SAVE me, God of might and love! 
 Bring me rescue from above : 
 Hear my humble, earnest cry, 
 Grant the quick and glad reply ! 
 
 — 2 Scattered are my num'rous foes ! — 
 Fierce as howling wolves they rose, 
 Seeking to devour my soul ; 
 Lord, they felt thy strong control ! 
 
 3 Freely vrill I praise thy name, 
 
 Sav'd from sin, and fear, and shame: 
 f Loud my grateful songs shall rise. 
 
 Endless too in yonder skies ! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — 75. Prentiss. PleyeVs Hymn. 
 
 Prayer and Praise. 
 Aff 1 SAVE me. Lord, by thy great name, 
 
 Hear, O God ! my earnest cry ; 
 
 Put^my dreaded foes to shame. 
 
 Send deliv 'ranee from on high. 
 
 2 Strangers, in their pride arrayed. 
 Have in malice sought my soul ; 
 12 
 
134 PSALM 55. 
 
 Thou, O Lord ! art my sure aid, 
 All their fury to control. 
 
 3 Grateful praises will I pay, 
 f Loud to Thee I'll lift my song, 
 mp< For my night is turn'd to day ; 
 mf Thou hast rescued me from wrong! allen. 
 
 55. First Version. — L. M. Medway, Windham. 
 Trusting in God. 
 Aff 1 UNTO my pray'r, O God ! give ear, 
 My mournful voice in mercy hear ! 
 The waves of death around me roll, 
 mp And horror hath o'erwhelm'd my soul. 
 
 2 Had I but wings, like turtle dove, 
 How quickly would I hence remove? 
 mf I would outstrip the wind's swift flight, 
 Escaping storm and tempest's might. 
 
 — 3 To Thee I will not cease to pray. 
 And Thou wilt turn my fears away. 
 Though wicked men Thou wilt chastise, 
 Array'd in terror to their eyes. 
 
 4 On Thee I cast my burden. Lord ; 
 mf Thou wilt sustain me by thy word : — 
 
 In wrath shall sinners be reprov'd. 
 
 But righteous men shall ne'er be mov'd. 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. JVichols, Patmos. 
 Support in Affliction and Temptation. 
 Aff 1 O, GOD, my refuge, hear my cries. 
 Behold my flowing tears. 
 For earth and hell my hurt devise, 
 And triumph in my fears. 
 
 2 O, were I like a feather'd dove. 
 And innocence had wings ; 
 I'd fly, and make a long remove 
 From all these restless things. 
 
 5 Let me to some wild desert go, 
 And find a peaceful home, 
 
PSALM 55. 135 
 
 Where storms of malice never blow. 
 Temptations never come. 
 
 mf 4 I cast my burdens on the Lord, 
 The Lord sustains them all : 
 My courage rests upon his word, 
 That saints shall never fall ! watts. 
 
 Third Version. — S. M. Boylston. Dover. 
 Dangerous Prosperity: Prayer. 
 
 1 LET sinners choose the road, 
 That leads them down to death ; 
 But in the worship of my God 
 I'll spend my daily breath. 
 
 2 My thoughts address his throne, 
 When morning brings the light ; 
 I seek his blessing every noon, 
 And pay my vows at night. 
 
 3 Thou wilt regard my cries, 
 O my eternal God, 
 
 While sinners perish in surprise 
 Beneath thine angry rod. 
 
 4 Because they dwell at ease, 
 And no sad changes feel. 
 
 They will not seek Thee, Lord, to please. 
 Nor learn to do thy will. 
 
 5 But I, secure from harm. 
 Will lean upon the Lord ; 
 
 I'll cast my burdens on his arm, 
 And rest upon his word. 
 
 6 Thine arm shall well defend 
 The children of thy love ; 
 
 mf The ground, on which their hopes depend, 
 No earthly power can move. watts. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 6s. Chaplin. 
 
 [Repeat the first 2 lines of the tune.] 
 Prayer and Trust in God. 
 mp 1 THOUGH chosen friend betrays. 
 With whom was counsel sweet, 
 Whom I was wont to meet. 
 
136 PSALM 55, 56. 
 
 To walk in Zion's ways ; 
 mf Yet, Lord, on Thee I call. 
 And I shall never fall ! 
 
 mp 2 When evening spreads its wing, 
 When morning pours its light, 
 And noon-day sun shines bright, 
 To Thee I cry, my Ring ! — 
 
 mf God hears my earnest voice, 
 
 < And makes my soul rejoice! 
 
 mp 3 The wicked will not pray: 
 
 Unchasten'd by the rod. 
 
 The sinner fears not God : 
 Love not his downward way. 
 But make the Lord your trust. 
 For He doth shield the just! allen. 
 
 Fifth Version. — 8s JVorthJield. Berkley. 
 Longing after God, 
 mp 1 O, HAD I but wings like a dove. 
 
 From earth I would take my quick flight, 
 Would mount to the regions above. 
 And dwell in the splendors of light : — 
 
 2 Would fly from the cares, that perplex. 
 From sorrows, that darken my joy. 
 From storms and the tempests, that vex, 
 From all the mishaps, that annoy: — 
 
 3 Would wander away from my race, 
 And in the rude desert unblest, — 
 Of footsteps of man without trace, — 
 
 > I there should find sweetness of rest. 
 
 Aff 4 O Lord ! wilt Thou give me repose, 
 Repose, though the tempest I see. 
 The peace, which from patience outflows. 
 The joy, which is found but in Thee ! allen. 
 
 56. First Version. — L. M. Somers, Salisbury. 
 God a Refuge. 
 I BE Thou my refuge, God of might ! 
 For men my peace and bliss annoy ; 
 
PSALM 56, " 137 
 
 Mine enemies urge on the fight. 
 And would my very life destroy : 
 mf Stretch out thine arm, O Thou most high, 
 And bring the needed succor nigh ! 
 
 — 2 What time my numerous foes I fear, 
 
 In Thee, O God ! I'll put my trust ; 
 To Thee I'll cry, for Thou art near. 
 And ever wilt Thou shield the just ; 
 mf Then will I praise thy faithful word, 
 
 And bless thy pow'r and grace, O Lord ! 
 
 — S My soul, redeem'd from threaten'd death, 
 
 My feet, sav'd from the secret snare, — 
 I'll bless Thee, Lord, while I have breath, 
 
 And never in thy praise forbear: 
 f Thee I extol, my God and shield ! 
 mp To Thee my rescued life I yield ! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Putney. Dedham, 
 Confidence in God, 
 
 1 IN God, most holy, just, and true, 
 I have repos'd my trust. 
 
 Nor will I fear what man can do, 
 The offspring of the dust. 
 
 2 When to thy throne I raise my cry. 
 The wicked fear and flee ; — 
 
 mf So swift is pray'r to reach the sky, 
 So near is God to me ! 
 
 — 3 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, 
 
 Thou shalt receive my praise: 
 
 mf I'll sing, "How faithful is thy word? 
 
 How righteous all thy ways?" 
 
 — 4 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death, 
 
 O, set a pris'ner free ! 
 mf That heart and hand, and life and breath 
 
 May be employ'd for Thee ! watts. 
 
 Third Version.~S. M. St, Thomas, Paddlngton, 
 Prayer in Temptation, 
 I BE Thou, O God of might! 
 My refuge from the foe, 
 12* 
 
138 PSALM 57. 
 
 For lo, my foes urge on the fight. 
 And would my soul o'erthrow! 
 
 2 Stretch out, O Thou most High, 
 Thine arm of matchless power, 
 And bring the needed succor nigh, 
 And save me evermore ! 
 
 3 My soul redeem'd from hell. 
 And filPd with heav'nly joy, — 
 
 Thy wondrous grace my lips shall tell, 
 And songs my lips employ! allen. 
 
 57. First Version. — L. M. Wallon* Winchester^ 
 Praise for God^s Mercy, 
 
 aflf 1 MY God, in whom are all the springs 
 Of boundless love and grace unknown, 
 Hide me beneath thy spreading wings. 
 Till the dark cloud be overblown. 
 
 2 Up to the heav'ns I send my cry, — 
 The Lord will my desires perform ; 
 mf He sends his angels from the sky, 
 
 And saves me from the threatening storm. 
 
 f 3 Be Thou exalted, O my God, 
 
 Above the heav'ns, where angels dwell ; 
 Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, 
 And land to land thy wonders tell, 
 
 4 My heart is fix'd , my song shall raise 
 mf Immortal honors to his name : 
 
 Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, 
 My tongue, the glory of my frame ! 
 
 5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, 
 And reaches to the utmost sky ; 
 His truth to endless years remains, 
 When lower worlds dissolve and die. 
 
 f 6 Be thou exalted, my God, 
 
 Above the heav'ns, where angels dwell ; 
 Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, 
 And lai0 to land thy wonders tell ! watts. 
 
PSALM 57, 139 
 
 Second Version.^— L. M. Windham. Bukt Street, 
 
 Prayer for Protection and Mercy, 
 Aff 1 BE merciful in my distress, 
 
 O God of mercy and of love ! 
 
 O, send me in thy righteousness 
 
 Deliverance from heav'n above. 
 
 2 To Thee I look, O God most high! % 
 For thy rich grace, that never fails^ 
 For strength, v^hen tempting foe is nigh. 
 For rescue, w^hen that foe prevails^' 
 
 S The peace, from firmest faith that springs, 
 That peace, O Lord, on me bestow 5 
 Beneath the shadow of thy wings 
 May I the safest refuge know. 
 
 4 Thy mercy, Lord^ exceeds all thought, 
 Thy truth extends above the sky ; 
 f Eternal praise to Thee be brought 
 
 From all below and all on high ! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Ferry, Mear, 
 Prayer and Praise, 
 Aff 1 O GOD ! be merciful to me : 
 My soul on Thee I cast ; 
 Unto thy shad' wing wings I flee, 
 Till woes be overpast. 
 
 2 On Thee I'll call, O God most high^ 
 Who dost all things perform ; 
 And Thou wilt send down from the sky, 
 And save me from the storm. 
 
 f 3 Be Thou exalted on thy throne 
 Above the heav'ns, my God ! 
 And let thy glory be made known 
 Through all the earth abroad! 
 
 — 4 To praise Thee will I early rise, 
 And join th' assembled crowds ; 
 Thy mercy reacheth to the skies, 
 Thy truth unto the clouds ! 
 
 T 5 Be Thou exalted on thy throne 
 Above the heav'ns, my God ! 
 
140 PSALM 58. 
 
 And let thy glory be made known 
 ff Throuojh all the earth abroad ! allen. 
 
 58. First Ver. — C. M. Arlington, Woodstock, 
 Character and Doom of the Wicked, 
 
 1 HOW soon the wicked go astray. 
 And leave the path-way right ? 
 How soon their malice they display, 
 Like serpent's pois'nous bite ? 
 
 2 As the deaf adder stops her ear. 
 Nor heeds the charmer's skill. 
 They, Lord, refuse thy truth to hear, 
 Their ways pursuing still. 
 
 3 Thou, Lord! the lion's teeth wilt break, 
 And save the struggling prey: 
 To wicked men thy wrath shall speak, — 
 
 p > By whirlwind swept away ! 
 
 T— 4 Seeing the just reward and shame, — 
 The proud from greatness hurl'd, — 
 Exulting shall thy saints exclaim, 
 
 rof "God judges in the w^orld!" allen. 
 
 Second Version. — 75. JVorivich. PleyeVs Hymn. 
 
 Warning to Rulers. 
 mf 1 TYRANTS! do ye judge aright, 
 
 And for good exert your power ? 
 
 No : but with the serpent's bite 
 
 Helpless men do ye devour ! 
 
 =-^ 2 As the adder stops her ear. 
 
 Nor regards the charmer's voice, 
 Ye refuse God's law to hear, 
 And in wickedness rejoice ! 
 
 mf 3 Lord ! the lion^s teeth now break I 
 
 Rescue, Lord, the struggling prey ! 
 mp To the wicked wrath shall speak, — 
 > By the whirlwind swept away I 
 
 »--. 4 As they see the tyrants' shame, 
 
 Down from all their greatness hurl'd, 
 
PSALM 59, 60. 141 
 
 mf Joyful shall thy saints exclaim, — 
 
 ^'God doth judge through all the world!" 
 
 A.LLEN* 
 
 PSALM 59 — 75. Prentiss. Kimball. 
 Confidence in God. 
 
 1 I AM hated, Lord ! by those. 
 Who thy holy truth despise ; 
 
 Aff Save me from my bloody foes. 
 Lord of Hosts, arise, arise ! 
 
 2 Thou'rt my rock and my defence; 
 Thou a tow'r unto thy saints ; 
 Thee I make my confidence. 
 Thee I'll trust, though nature faints. 
 
 3 Glad thy mercies mil I sing. 
 All thy pow'r and love confess ; 
 Thou hast been, O heav'nly King, 
 My safe refuge in distress ! 
 
 mf 4 Songs vrith every morning's light. 
 Lord, shall rise up to thy throne ; 
 All thy saints shall praise thy might. 
 And thy mercy shall make known I allen. 
 
 60. First Version.- — L. M. Oxford. Farnsworth. 
 
 Gods mercy : the Gospel triumphant. 
 
 1 ALTHOUGH thy people oft have seen 
 Mysterious workings of thy power. 
 Yet Thou, O Lord ! didst mercy mean, 
 And cheer them in their darkest hour. 
 
 2 Before thy saints Thou hast arrayed 
 mf A glorious banner, spread on high. 
 
 Which Gentile tribes shall see displayed, 
 Waving triumphant in the sky ! 
 
 f 3 The gospel shall glad vict'ry gain. 
 All idols from their seats be hurl'd. 
 And Jesus as a conqu'ror reign 
 O'er all the subjugated world! allen. 
 
142 PSALM 60, 61. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Ferry. York, 
 Humiliation for Disasters in War, 
 
 1 OUR nation trembles at thy frown, 
 And dreads thy lifted hand ; 
 
 Cast not, O Lord, thy people down, 
 But save the sinking land. 
 
 2 Lift up thy banner in the field 
 For those, who fear thy name ; 
 Defend thy people with thy shield, 
 And put our foes to shame. 
 
 S Go with our armies to the fight, 
 Their guardian and their God ; — 
 In vain confed'rate powers unite 
 Against thy lifted rod. 
 
 4 Our troops shall gain a wide renown 
 By thine assisting hand: 
 'Tis God, who treads the mighty down, 
 And makes the feeble stand ! watts. 
 
 61. First Version. — h.M. Medivay. Windham, 
 God a Defence. 
 Aff 1 O, GOD of mercy! hear my prayer. 
 And listen to my mournful cry ; 
 I'm toss'd on waves of grief and care, — 
 O, lead me to the Rock on high! 
 
 2 Jesus can save ; his arm of power 
 Has often been outstretch'd for me ; 
 His promise, like embattled tower, 
 Protects me from mine enemy ! 
 
 3 Beneath the covert of thy wings 
 In peril will I safely hide ; 
 And, when from earth my spirit springs, 
 Let me in thy blest house abide ! 
 
 f 4 My King is now enthron'd on high, 
 In robes of majesty most bright ; 
 His grace shall lift me to the sky, 
 To dwell in heav'n's eternal light I allen. 
 
PSALM 61, 62. 143 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Morningion, Beverly. 
 Safety in God. 
 
 1 WHEN overwhelm'd with grief, 
 My heart within me dies, 
 Helpless, and far from all relief, 
 To heav'n I lift mine eyes. 
 
 aff 2 O, lead me^ King of kings, 
 
 To Rock high o^er my head ; 
 And let the covert of thy wings, 
 My shelter, be o'erspread ! 
 
 8 Within thy presence, Lord, 
 Forever I'll abide ; 
 mf My tow'r I'll make thy faithful word, 
 The refuge, where I hide. 
 
 — 4 The lot Thou givest me 
 
 Of those, that fear thy name ; 
 mf If endless life their portion be, 
 
 I shall possess the same . watts. 
 
 Third Version. — 75. Prentiss, J^orwich. 
 Safety in God. 
 mp I WHEN, o'erwhelm'd with grief and wo. 
 All my joys are swept away, 
 Then, O Lord, to Thee I'll bow ; 
 Listen Thou, when I shall pray ! 
 
 mf 2 Be Thou, Lord ! my rock on high ; 
 Castled tow'r of my defence, 
 Shelter from the enemy, — 
 Thou in thy Omnipotence ? 
 
 — 3 Lord ! the covert of thy wings 
 
 Gives protection sure to me ;— ^ 
 mf Thy pavilion. King of kings, 
 
 Shall my home forever be ! allen. 
 
 52. First Ver.— L. M. Duke Street. Mfreton. 
 Trust in God. 
 1 MY spirit looks to God alone ; 
 My rock and Refuge is his throne: 
 
144 PSALM 62. 
 
 In all my fears, in all my straits 
 My soul on his salvation waits. 
 
 2 Trust Him, ye saints, in all your ways ; 
 Pour out your hearts before his face : 
 When helpers fail, and foes invade, 
 
 mt God is our all-sufficient aid ! 
 
 3 False are the men of high degree, 
 The baser sort are vanity ; 
 
 Laid in the balance, both appear ' 
 dim Light as a puff of empty air. 
 
 — 4 Make not increasing gold your trust, 
 
 Nor set your hearts on glittering dust ; 
 Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke, 
 And not believe what God hath spoke ? 
 
 6 His sov'reign pow'r reigns not alone ; 
 Grace is a partner of the throne : — 
 Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord, 
 Shall well divide our last reward! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — Is, Prentiss. Kimball. 
 Confidence in God, 
 II 1 LORD ! my soul on Thee depends. 
 Fearless, while thine arm defends, 
 Strong to meet the hostile shock, 
 Safe with Thee, my Savior-Rock ! 
 
 aff 2 Wait, my soul, on God alone. 
 All ray refuge is his throne ; — 
 God, my hiding-place and tower, 
 God protects in evil hour. 
 
 1 1 3 Trust, ye people, in his arm, 
 Fear no desolating harm: 
 Let the men of scornful eye 
 Tremble, for their fall is nigh. 
 
 — 4 If your riches overflow. 
 
 Transient is all good below: 
 Pow'r belongeth unto God, — 
 Soon will come his chast'ning rod. 
 
 5 Mercy, too, to God belongs ; 
 Praise him in your joyful songs : — 
 
PSALM 62, 63. 145 
 
 In the great rewarding day 
 
 He will all your deeds repay ! allen. 
 
 Third Ver. — lis. Tappan. Portuguese Hymn, 
 God our Refuge and Strength. 
 
 1 IN truth, O my soul, upon God thou dost wait, 
 And He, thy Defence and Salvation, is near ; 
 Protected by Him, what can harm thy estate, 
 And what form of ill need awaken thy fear? 
 
 2 On Him wait thou only, my soul in distress, 
 He only, my Rock and Salvation, is nigh ; 
 He will me protect, and his name shall I bless, 
 He will me exalt up to heaven on high! 
 
 3 In God is salvation! my hope is the Lord;— • 
 
 The Lord is my strength, and the Rock of my might ; 
 At all times, ye people, confide in his word ; 
 Before Him outpour all your heart with delight! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 63. First version. — L. M. Breicer, Uxbridge. 
 
 Delight in God and his Worship* 
 
 Aff 1 GREAT God ! indulge my humble claim. 
 
 Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest ; 
 
 The glories, that compose thy name, 
 
 Stand all engag'd to make me blest. 
 
 2 Thou great and good, Thou just and wise. 
 Thou art my Father and my God! 
 And I am thine by sacred ties, — 
 Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood* 
 
 S With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands 
 For Thee I long, to Thee I look, 
 As travellers in thirsty lands 
 Pant for the cooling water brook* 
 
 4 With early feet I love t^appear 
 Among thy saints, and seek thy face: 
 Oft have I seen thy glory there, 
 And felt the pow'r of sovereign grace. 
 
 5 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, 
 While I have breath to pray or praise ; 
 
146 PSALM 63. 
 
 This work shall make my heart rejoice^ 
 
 And spend the remnant of my days. watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Bernard. JVazareih. 
 Longing for the House of God. 
 
 1 PM banish'd from thy house, O Lord ; 
 In dreary wilderness I stray: 
 
 No streams of life from thy good word 
 My soul's keen thirstiness allay. 
 
 aflf 2 O, how I long again to stand 
 
 Within thy holy temple's door, — 
 To hear thy law and just command. 
 And see thy glory there once more ! 
 
 3 Yet, while in desert's paths I rove, 
 Thy mercies. Lord, are near to me ; 
 Better than life I prize thy love, — 
 My praise shall ceaseless rise to Thee ! 
 
 p 4 In silent watches of the night, 
 As on thy name I musing think, 
 
 — My soul is gladden'd with delight, — 
 mf Full draughts of joy and hope I drink ! 
 
 — 5 Then, Lord, in Thee I'll ever trust, 
 
 Under thy shad'wing wings rejoice, 
 p And, though I lie down in the dust, 
 mf In heav'n t'll lift my raptur'd voice! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — L. P. M. JVashville. Midian^ 
 Delight in God. 
 Aff 1 FOR Thee, O Lord, with strong desire 
 My soul doth earnestly inquire ; 
 
 I long, I thirst, I pant for Thee, — 
 As traveller in desert wide. 
 Where no sweet water-brook doth glide, 
 The crystal well desires to see ! 
 
 2 In watches of the silent night 
 Visions of Thee shall cheer my sight, 
 
 My soul shall triumph in thy love ; 
 Because thy goodness. Lord, I know, 
 mf I'll praise Thee, while I dwell below. 
 
 And praise Theei.^^the heav'n above! allen. 
 
PSALM 63. 147 
 
 Fourth Ver. — C. M. Lanesborough. Laurens. 
 Worship of God. 
 
 1 EARLY, my God, without delay, 
 I haste to seek thy face ; 
 
 My thirsty spirit faints away 
 Without thy cheering grace. 
 
 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, 
 Beneath a burning sky. 
 
 Long for a cooling stream at hand. 
 And they must drink or die ! 
 
 3 I've seen thy glor}^ and thy power 
 Through all thy temple shine ; 
 My God, repeat that heav'nly hour, 
 That vision, so divine! 
 
 mf 4 Not life itself, with all its joys, 
 Can my best passions move. 
 Or raise so high my cheerful voice, 
 As thy forgiving love. 
 
 > 5 Thus, till my last expiring day, 
 
 mf I'll bless my God and King ; 
 
 Thus will i lift my hands to pray, 
 
 And tune my lips to sing ! watts. 
 
 Fifth Version.— C. M. JVoitingkam. Stephem, 
 Midnight Thoughts. 
 p 1 'T WAS in the watches of the night, 
 I thought upon thy power, 
 I kept thy face, O Lord, in sight 
 Amidst the darkest hour. 
 
 2 My flesh lay resting on my bed, 
 My soul arose on high ; — 
 aff "My God, my life, my hope," I said, 
 "Bring thy salvation nigh." 
 
 — 3 My spirit labors up thine hill, 
 And climbs the heav'nly road ; 
 But thy right hand upholds me still, 
 While I pursue my God. 
 
 4 Thy mercy stretches o'er my head 
 The shadow of thy wings ; 
 
148 PSALM 63. 
 
 mf My heart rejoices in thine aid, 
 
 My tongue awakes and sings ! watts. 
 
 Sixth Version, — C. M. Downs. Medjield. 
 
 Thirsting for God. 
 Aff 1 O, GOD, my God! for Thee I thirst, 
 
 In deserts while I stray ; 
 
 O, from the rock some stream to burst, 
 
 To cheer me in my way ! 
 
 2 Within thy house once more reveal 
 The wonders of thy love, 
 That I again may taste and feel 
 Thy temple-joys above ! 
 
 8 Thy loving kindness; my Lord, 
 Than life is better far ; 
 The light of thy pure, faithful word 
 Shall be my guiding star. 
 
 4 And when at last upon my bed. 
 At life's near close, I rest 
 len My weary, fainting, dying head, — 
 mf Thy name shall still be blest ! allen. 
 
 Seventh Version. — S. M. Boylston, Olmutz. 
 Seeking God. 
 
 1 MY God, permit my tongue 
 This joy, to call Thee mine ; 
 And in my heart awake a song 
 In praise of love divine. 
 
 2 My thirsty, fainti;«g soul 
 Thy mercy does implore ; 
 
 Not travellers, where sand-waves roll. 
 Can pant for water more. 
 
 3 Within thy churches, Lord, 
 I long to find my place ; 
 
 mf To see thy pow'r, to taste thy word, 
 And feel thy quick'nhig grace ! 
 
 ftff 4 For life without thy love 
 No relish can afford ; 
 No joy, compar'd with this, I prove, 
 To serve and please the Lord ! 
 
PSALM 63. 149 
 
 — 5 In wakeful hours of night 
 
 I call my God to mind ; 
 I deem thy counsels wise and right, 
 And all thy dealings kind, 
 mf 6 My Help and my Defence ! 
 To Thee my sjjirit flies, 
 And on thy watchful providence 
 My cheerful hope relies. 
 
 — 7 The shadow of thy wings 
 
 In safety keeps my soul ; 
 Naught to my heart despondence brings, — 
 mf Thou dost all things control! watts. 
 
 Eighth Version. — 7s. JYuremburg, Jllsen, 
 Seeking God. 
 mf 1 THOU art, Lord, my God and Rock, 
 
 And forever will he mine! 
 
 Naught my confidence shall shock, 
 
 Naught remove thy love divine ! 
 mp 2 Thirsty, faint, my soul implores 
 
 Mercy, grace, and peace from Thee ; 
 
 Pilgrims on the sun-burnt shores 
 
 Ne'er the stream would gladlier see ! 
 aff 3 Lord, thy glory and thy power 
 
 In thy house would I behold ; 
 
 Show thyself to me once more ; 
 
 All thy grace and love unfold ! 
 
 4 Better far, than life and joy, 
 I thy loving kindness deem ; 
 
 mf Therefore songs my lips employ, 
 mp Praising mercy's ceaseless stream! 
 
 5 In the silent hours of night 
 On thy goodness do I dwell ; 
 
 mf Ever in the realms of light 
 
 <: From my lips thy praise shall swell! allen. 
 
 Ninth Version. — 6 & 4. Oakham. Italian Hymn, 
 Thirsting for God. 
 AfF 1 FOR Thee with strong desire 
 My soul doth, Lord, inquire ; 
 I thirst for Thee, 
 13* 
 
150 PSALM 64, 65. 
 
 As in the desert wide. 
 Where no sweet brook doth glide, 
 The trav'Uer oft hath sigh'd 
 Some fount to see ! 
 
 2 In watches of the night 
 Visions shall cheer my sight. 
 
 Thoughts of thy love ! 
 Because thy grace I know, 
 mf Pll praise Thee here below. 
 And praise shall endless flow 
 
 In heav'n above ! allen. 
 
 PSALM 64. L. M. Bernard. Hebron. 
 Prayer against Slanderers* 
 Aff I HEAR, O, my God ! my earnest prayer, 
 And bless me with thy watchful care ; 
 Preserve me from my sland'rous foes, 
 Whose words are arrows from their bows. 
 
 -^ 2 Their cunning stratagems they lay, 
 And deem me but a helpless prey ; — 
 But God his keenest shafts shall aim, 
 
 > And pierce them to their utter shame I 
 
 mf 3 All men God's wondrous works shall see. 
 
 And reverence his majesty ! 
 mp Thy saints, with mingled love and fear, 
 mf A monument of praise shall rear! allen. 
 
 65. First Ver. — L. M. Walton. Winchester. 
 Public Prayer and Praise. 
 1 THE praise of Zion waits for Thee, 
 My God, and praise becomes thy house: 
 There shall thy saints thy glory see. 
 And there perform their public vows. 
 
 mp 2 O Thou, whose mercy bends the skies. 
 To save, when humble sinners pray, 
 
 mf All lands to Thee shall lift their eyes, 
 And grateful isles of ev'ry sea. 
 
PSALM 65. 151 
 
 — S Blest is tlie man, whom Thou in love 
 
 Dost choose, within thy courts to dwell ; 
 ;nif His are the holy joys above, — 
 rap Delights, no tongue can ever tell ! 
 
 — 4 Oft hast Tliou heard thy Zion's cry, 
 
 And sent thy righteous wrath abroad ; 
 And still to pray'r Thou dost reply, 
 C, Thou, t% Zion's strength and God ! 
 
 mf 5 Soon shall the flocking nations run. 
 To Zion's hill and own their Lord 5 — 
 The rising and the setting sun 
 Shall see the Savior's name adored! watts, 
 f 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Duke Street. Brentford. 
 Seasons of the . Year. 
 
 1 SEASONS and times obey thy voice ; 
 The evening and the morn rejoice 
 
 To see the earth made soft with showers. 
 Laden with fruit, and dress'd in flowers. 
 
 2 ''Tis from thy wat'ry stores on high 
 The thirsty ground receives supply ; 
 The desert grows a fruitful field. 
 Abundant food the valleys yield. 
 
 mf 3 Thy works pronaunce thy pow'r divine ; 
 O'er all the earth thy glories shine : — 
 Through every month thy gifts appear ; 
 
 f Great God ! thy goodbess crowns the year ! 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 Third Version. — L. M. Lancaster. Ward. 
 Spring : Spiritual Lifluences. 
 mf 1 O GOD! in Zion shall thy name 
 Be magnified in grateful songs. 
 Thy saints shall give Thee, with acclaim. 
 The glory, which to Thee belongs ! 
 
 mp 2 Thou visitest the earth in love^ 
 And wat'rest it, from thine abode, 
 With rains, which come down from above, 
 And shed refreshing joys abroad. 
 
 .5 Thou waterest the ridged afield, 
 
 Its furrows makest soft with showers ; 
 
152 PSALM 65. 
 
 Thou causest it returns to yield, — 
 A lovely crown of fruits and flowers ! 
 
 mf 4 The year with goodness Thou dost crown ;~- 
 Thy paths drop fatness on the land ; — 
 E'en in the wilderness are sown 
 The seeds, which spring at thy command. 
 
 5 The hills on ev'ry side rejoice. 
 
 The pastures are with flocks spread o'er ; — 
 The valleys lift up joyful voice, 
 And grateful harvest-songs outpour. 
 
 aff 6 Blest influences, from Thee that come, 
 Lord! wilt Thou not on man bestow? 
 That flow'rs of paradise may bloom. 
 And heav'nly fruits on earth may grow ? 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 Fourth Version. — C. M. Mbany. Doivns. 
 God present in Zion. 
 
 1 PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord, for Thee ; 
 There shall our vows be paid : — 
 Thou hast an ear, when sinners pray. 
 All flesh shall seek thine aid. 
 
 2 Lord, we our num'rous sins deplore, 
 But Thou canst pardon well ; 
 
 And Thou wilt grant us skill and power 
 Each raging sin to quell. 
 
 3 Blest are the men, whom Thou wilt choose. 
 To bring them near thy face, 
 
 Give them a dwelling in thy house. 
 To feast upon thy grace. 
 
 4 In answ'ring, when thy churches plead, 
 Thy truth and terror shine ; 
 
 And works of righteousness and dread 
 Fulfil thy kind design. 
 
 5 Thus shall the wond'ring nations see, 
 The Lord is good and just, 
 
 mf And distant islands fly to Thee, 
 
 And make thy name their trust ! watts. 
 
PSALM 65. 153 
 
 Fifth Version. — C. M. Nottingham, JVeivton. 
 Providence of God, 
 1 'T IS by thy sti'ength the mountains stand, 
 God of eternal power ! 
 p The sea grows calm at thy command, 
 > And tempests cease to roar. 
 
 — 2 Thy morning light and ev'ning shade 
 Successive comforts bring ; 
 Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad. 
 Thy flow'rs adorn the spring. 
 
 3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours, 
 Heav'n, earth, and air are thine ; 
 When clouds distill in fruitful showers. 
 The author is Divine ! 
 
 4 Those wand'ring cisterns in the sky, 
 Borne by the winds around. 
 
 With wat'ry treasures well supply 
 The furrows of the ground. 
 
 5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill. 
 And ranks of corn appear ; 
 
 Thy ways abound with blessings still, 
 inf Thy goodness crowns the year ! watts. 
 
 Sixth Version. — C. M. JVottingham. Newton. 
 A Psalm for the Husbandman, 
 
 1 GOOD is the Lord, the heav'nly King, 
 Who makes the earth his care. 
 Visits the pastures ev'ry spring, 
 
 And bids the grass appear. 
 
 2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high. 
 Pour out, at his command, 
 
 Their wat'ry blessings from the sky. 
 To cheer the thirsty land. 
 
 3 The soften'd ridges of the field 
 Permit the corn to spring ; 
 The valleys rich provision yield. 
 And the poor laborers sing. 
 
 4 The little hills on ev'ry side 
 Rejoice at falling showers ; 
 
154 PSALM 65. 
 
 The meadows, drest in all their pride. 
 Perfume the air with flowers. 
 
 5 The barren clods, refresh'd with rain, 
 Promise a joyful crop ; 
 
 The parched grounds look green again. 
 And raise the reaper's hope. 
 
 6 Thou, Lord, at length the year dost crown 
 With treasures of thy love. 
 
 And in thy mercy sendest down 
 
 Rich blessings from above ! watts. 
 
 Seventh Version. — H. ISl.JVuremhurg. Haywood. 
 JVdtural and Spiritual Influences. 
 
 mp 1 THE dry and barren ground 
 
 Thou visitest in love ; 
 
 Thy blessings, Lord, abound. 
 
 Outpoured from above ; — 
 Thou sendest rain on earth below, 
 Rivers of joy from Thee do flow ! 
 
 2 Behold! the ridged field,— 
 Its furrows soft with showers, — 
 Thou makest fruits to yield, 
 And dost adorn with flowers ! — 
 mf Around thy bounties. Lord, are strown ; 
 
 The year with goodness Thou dost crown ! 
 
 — 3 The grassy hills rejoice. 
 
 And are with flocks spread o'er ; 
 The valleys lift their voice. 
 And songs of praise outpour: — 
 
 f We, Lord, would join in nature's song ; 
 Our lips thy praises would prolong! 
 
 Aff 4 Thy Spirit, Lord, as showers, 
 
 O, send down from the sky. 
 
 That virtues here, as flowers. 
 
 May gladden ev'ry eye ; 
 That barren hearts may fruitful be, 
 f And endless son^s mav rise to Thee ! illen. 
 
PSALM 65. 155 
 
 Eighth Version. — 85. JVorthfield, Berkley, 
 Spring: Spiritual Influences. 
 dol 1 THE earth Thou dost visit in love, 
 Renewing its face in the spring ; 
 Thou sendest down rain from above. 
 And treasures of good Thou dost bring. 
 
 2 Thou, Lord, dost thy mercies bestow: — 
 With water the river of God 
 
 On lands, that are waste, doth o'erflow, 
 Refreshing and gladd'ning the sod. 
 
 3 Thou w^at'rest the ground, that is ploughed. 
 And soft'nest each ridge with thy showers 3 
 
 mp Though dark and terrific thy cloud, 
 <: It joy and abundance outpours ! 
 
 — 4 The desert is clothed in green. 
 
 The valleys are fruitful around. 
 The hills all rejoicing are seen ; — 
 mf The year with thy goodness is crowned! 
 
 AfF 5 O, Lord! on our waste, dreary heart 
 Sweet influence send from above ! 
 Thine own blessed Spirit impart. 
 With fruits of all goodness and love ! allen. 
 
 Ninth Version. — 6 4' 4. Oakham. Italian Hymn, 
 Prayer for Peace. 
 
 1 O, THOU, who art the hope 
 Of all within earth's scope, 
 And on the sea, 
 aff Lord, hear us, when we cry. 
 And from thy throne on high 
 Send saving power nigh, 
 And mercy free ! 
 
 f 2 The ocean's raging voice, 
 < The wave's tumultuous noise 
 > Thou dost make calm : 
 
 — We pray Thee, Lord, to quell 
 The war-cry and the yell, 
 
 f Which o'er the earth do swell 
 With direful harm ! 
 
156 PSALM 66. 
 
 S Stretch out thine arm abroad, 
 Thou eternal God, 
 
 In might and love ! 
 — Let strife no more annoy, 
 
 Let war no more destroy ; — 
 <: Be earth in peace and joy, 
 mf Like heav'n above! allbn. 
 
 66. First Version. — C. M. Santee, Marloxo. 
 God praised and obeyed, 
 mf 1 SING, all ye nations, to the Lord, 
 Sing with a joyful noise ; 
 With melody of sounds record 
 His honors and your joys. 
 
 2 Say to the Pow'r, that shakes the sky, 
 mp "How terrible art Thou? — 
 
 Sinners before thy presence fly. 
 Or at thy feet they bow !" 
 
 — S Lord, Thou hast prov'd our suffering souls. 
 To make our graces shine ; — 
 So silver bears the burning coals, 
 The metal to refine. 
 
 4 Through wat'ry deeps and fiery ways 
 We march at thy command. 
 Led to possess the promis'd place 
 By thine unerring hand ! watts 
 
 ^^1 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Colchester. Medjield. 
 God hearing Prayer, 
 
 1 NOW shall my solemn vows be paid 
 To that almighty Power, 
 
 Who heard me, when I humbly prayed 
 In my distressful hour. 
 
 2 My lips and cheerful heart prepare 
 To make his mercies known : 
 Come ye, who fear my God, and hear 
 The wonders, He hath done i 
 
PSALM 66. 157 
 
 mp 3 When on my head huge sorrows fell, 
 
 I sought his heav'niy aid ; 
 
 He sav'd my sinking soul from hell 
 > And death's eternal shade. 
 
 — 4 My God hath heard my poor request. 
 
 And turn'd his eye to me ; 
 mf My God, — his name be ever blest ! — 
 
 Hath set my spirit free ! watts. 
 
 Third Version. — H. M. Stow. Marah. 
 Praise for Mercy. 
 1 INTO thy house I bring 
 My grateful oiPrings now; 
 To Thee, my heav'niy King, 
 I pay my solemn vow, — 
 mp My vow, in trouble's dark array, 
 mf Now pay in light of joyous day ! 
 
 — 2 Come, ye, who fear the Lord, 
 
 And seek the things above ; 
 
 Come, hear my thankful word, 
 . Declaring all his love ! 
 mp Oppress'd with guilt, I earnest prayed, 
 mf And soon his mercy was displayed ! 
 
 — 8 He heard my earnest cry, 
 
 For I my sin deplored : 
 He brought salvation nigh, 
 Aff O blessed be the Lord ! — 
 
 — Then seek his love in guilt and wo, 
 
 mf And ye his saving pow'r shall know ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 7s. Wilmot. Southampton. 
 Praise to God for his Works. 
 fii 1 EARTH! with joy and loud acclaim 
 Sing the honors of God's name ; 
 Sing of Him, whose law is right ; 
 Sing the greatness of his might! 
 
 »i 2 Come, the works of God behold. 
 Wonders, which He did of old! — 
 Lo, the sea at his command, 
 Strangely turns into dry land ! 
 14 
 
158 PSALM 67. 
 
 3 Lo, — the flood of Jordan flows 
 Tow'rds the fountain, whence it rose ; 
 So the people pass o'er blest 
 
 To the promised land of rest ! 
 
 4 O, then, bless the name of God, 
 Whose great works are spread abroad ; 
 Firmly tread th' appointed way, 
 
 f<: It will lead to realms of day ! allen. 
 
 67, First Ver. — L. M. Old Hundred. Winches^ 
 ter. Walton. 
 Prayer for the Triumph of the Gospel. 
 p 1 BE kind to us, O God, and bless, 
 And let thy face in mercy beam ; 
 O, shed abroad thy righteousness. 
 Let light on all the nations gleam ! 
 
 mf 2 Let all the people praise Thee, Lord, 
 Let them be glad and sing for joy, 
 For Thou wilt render just reward, 
 And all thine enemies destroy. 
 
 S Soon give the kingdom to thy Son, 
 To Hifn, whose right it is to reign ; 
 Then shall the triumphs, He has won, 
 Be praised in holy, joyful strain. 
 
 f 4 Let all the people praise Thee, Lord, 
 Let them be glad and sing for joy ; 
 Then shall the nations fear thy word. 
 And taste of bliss, — no ills annoy ! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Bedham. Mear. 
 Prayer for Zion and our Country. 
 mf 1 SHINE, glorious God, on Zion shine 
 With beams of heav'nly light ; 
 Through all our land thy pow'r divine 
 Display before our sight. 
 
 2 Amid our States, in Union bound. 
 Do Thou our glory stand. 
 And, like a wall of fire around. 
 Protect the fav'rite land ! 
 
PSALM 67. 159 
 
 mp 3 When shall thy name from shore to shore 
 
 — Sound all the earth abroad. 
 And distant nations Thee adore. 
 Their Savior and their God? 
 
 f 4 Ye distant lands, sing to the Lord, 
 Sing loud with solemn voice ; 
 Let ev*ry tongue his praise record, 
 
 < And ev'ry heart rejoice! watts. 
 
 Third Version. H. M. JVewburg. Hayivood, 
 Prayer for Christ's Kingdom, 
 Aff 1 IN mercyj Lord, and love 
 Display to us thy power ; 
 Shine on us from above, 
 And bless us evermore ! 
 0, that thy way 
 Through earth were known, And,bowing down, 
 All own'd thy sway ! 
 
 2 O, let the people raise, 
 In honor of thy name. 
 Their grateful songs of praise, 
 f With glad and loud acclaim ! 
 
 — For Thou, we know, 
 Enthron'd in light, Dost judge aright 
 
 All men below. 
 
 f 3 Let all the nations sing^ 
 
 < And shout aloud for joy. 
 For Jesus now is King, 
 And rules the earth and sky ! 
 
 mp May we above, 
 
 < With all the good. In rapturous mood. 
 
 Extol his love ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 7s. JVurembtirg, Turin. 
 
 [Repeat the first two lines of N.] 
 Future Glory of the Church. 
 fif 1 ON thy church, O Pow'r Divine, 
 Cause thy glorious face to shine ; 
 Till the nations from afar 
 Hail her as their guiding star ; 
 Till her sons from zone to zone 
 Make thy great salvation known ! 
 
160 PSALM 67, 68. 
 
 2 Then shall God with lavish hand 
 
 Scatter blessings o'er the land ; 
 
 Earth shall yield her rich increase, 
 ?>• Every breeze shall whisper peace, 
 f II And the world's remotest bound 
 
 With the voice of praise resound ! 
 
 SPIRIT OF PSALMS. 
 
 Fifth Version. — 10s. <^ lis. Lyons. 
 Prayer for God^s Kingdom. 
 
 1 O LORD! in thy love thy mercies bestow ; 
 With beams from above shine on us below. 
 That all men, now tinder the arch of the sky, 
 May see with great wonder salvation brought nigh. 
 
 2 O God! let thy name be prais'd all around, 
 Let all men with joy thy glory resound ; 
 
 Then earth shall her treasures most amply outpour. 
 And plenty and pleasures shall spring from thy power. 
 
 AL.L£N. 
 
 68. First Ver. — L. M. Appleton, Rockingham. 
 Justice and Kindness of God, 
 
 f 1 LET God arise in all his might. 
 And put the troops of hell to flight, 
 As smoke, that sought to cloud the skies, 
 Before the rising tempest flies. 
 
 2 He rides and thunders through the sky ; 
 His name, Jehovah, sounds on high: 
 Sing to his name, ye sons of grace ; 
 Ye saints, rejoice before his face ! 
 
 mp 3 The widow and the fatherless 
 Fly to his aid in sharp distress ; 
 In Him the poor and helpless find 
 A Judge most just, a Father kind. 
 
 — 4 He breaks the captive's heavy chain, 
 
 And pris'ners see the light again 5 
 
 But rebels, who dispute his will, 
 p> Shall dwell in chains and darkness still, watts. 
 
PSALM 68. 161 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Appleton, Rochinghain. 
 God^s Sovereignty, 
 f II 1 KINGDOMS and thrones to God belong. 
 Crown Him, ye nations, in your song ; 
 His wondrous names and pow'rs rehearse. 
 His honors in your thankful verse ! 
 
 2 He shakes the heav'ns with loud alarms ; 
 How terrible is God in arms ? 
 T — In Israel are his mercies known, 
 Israel is his peculiar thi'one. 
 
 mf 3 Proclaim Him King, — pronounce Him blest ; 
 
 He's your defence,-—yt)ur joy,-— your rest ; 
 p When terrors rise, and nations faint, 
 f God is the strength of ev'ry saint! watts. 
 
 TThird Version. — L. M. Rockingham, Duke Str* 
 
 ChrisVs Ascension. 
 mf 1 LORD, when Thou didst ascend on high, 
 Ten thousand angels filPd the sky : 
 Those heav'nly guards around Thee wait. 
 Like chariots, that attend thy state. 
 
 2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear 
 More glorious, when the Lord was there, 
 While He pronounc'd his dreadful law, 
 And struck the chosen tribes with awe. 
 
 3 How bright the triumph none can tell, 
 When the rebellious powders of hell, 
 Holding our race in bondage dread. 
 Were all in chains as captives led ! 
 
 — 4 Rais'd by the Father to the throne^ 
 He sent the promis'd Spirit down. 
 With gifts and grace for rebel men. 
 That God might dwell on earth again, watts* 
 
 Fourth Version. — L. M. Uxbridge, Mfreton. 
 
 God^s Mercies. 
 II 1 WE bless the Lord, the just and good. 
 Who fills our hearts with joy and food. 
 Who pours his blessings from the skies, 
 And loads our days with rich supplies. 
 14* 
 
162 PSALM 68. 
 
 2 He sends the sun his circuit round. 
 
 To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground ; 
 He bids the clouds with plenteous rain 
 Refresh the thirsty earth again. 
 
 3 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, 
 And all our near escapes from death: 
 Safety and health to God belong ! 
 
 He helps the weak and guards the strong. 
 
 4 He makes the saint and sinner prove 
 The common blessings of his love ; 
 But the wide difPrence, that remains, 
 Is endless joys and endless pains. 
 
 5 His own right hand his saints shall raise 
 From the deep earth or deeper seas, 
 
 mf And bring them to his courts above. 
 
 There to enjoy his perfect love ! watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — L. M. Lancaster, Uxbridge, 
 Resurrection and Power of Christ. 
 If 1 Ye mountain heights, why look with pride 
 On Zion's humbler mountain side ? 
 On Zion's hill our God doth dwell ; 
 Forever loves He Zion well ! 
 
 2 From Zion's hill when Jesus rose, 
 And, trampling on his conquer'd foes, 
 Ascended up to heav'n on high. 
 Ten thousand angels fill'd the sky. 
 
 3 Then were his foes as captives led. 
 Captives to Him, whose blood they shed; 
 
 — Then He receiv'd large gifts for men. 
 Rebels to bring to God again ! 
 
 4 Jesus ! — thy pow'r shall guide our feet 
 Through deserts wide up to thy seat, 
 
 -< And, while we know salvation's joys, 
 
 f Eternal praise our lips employs ! allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 7s. Edyjield, Prentiss, 
 God^s wonderful Works, 
 mf 1 GOD, the Lord, is thron'd on high, 
 Quick his foes before Him fly ; — 
 
PSALM 68. 163 
 
 While the wicked He destroys. 
 Good men in their God rejoice ! 
 
 f ^ Sing to God ! extol his name ! 
 
 All his works with joy proclaim ; — 
 mp He is orphan's friend on high. 
 
 Widow's judge, when she doth cry. 
 
 T — 3 God the des'late gives a home, 
 Bids the pris'ner freely roam ; 
 While He loves the righteous well, 
 In waste land the wicked dwell ! 
 
 4 Lord, when Thou thy saints didst lead, 
 And in desert paths didst tread, 
 Earth, alarm'd, with fear did quake. 
 Clouds with rain-drops did outbreak. 
 
 i5 Thou the rain didst then outpour. 
 And the parched tribes restore ; 
 They could dwell in wilderness ! 
 Thou, O God, the poor dost bless! allen. 
 
 Seventh Version. — 8, 7 & 4. Oliphant^ 
 Power of Christ 
 n 1 SING to God ; to God sing praises ; 
 Riding on the heav'ns above, 
 Lo, his pow'r the world amazes. 
 While his saints partake his love^ — 
 
 While his mercy 
 Fatherless and widows prove. 
 
 2 Jesus, known as Judah's Lion, 
 Strikes his enemies with dread : 
 Holy is his hill of Zion, 
 Lifting high its craggy head. 
 
 Firmly planted, 
 Glory bright around it spread ! 
 
 -S Jesus, Thou on high ascendest. 
 Leading mighty foe in chains ; — 
 Now thy servants Thou defendest ; 
 Each through Thee the vict'ry gains ; 
 
 Each in glory 
 Near thy throne forever reigns! allen. 
 
164 PSALM 69. 
 
 69. First Version. — L. M. Windham. Hanover* 
 
 Sufferings of Christ. 
 
 p 1 DEEP in our hearts let us record 
 The deeper sorrows of our Lord ; 
 Behold the rising billows roll 
 To overwhelm his holy soul ! 
 
 2 Yet, gracious God, thy pow'r and love 
 Have made his death a blessing prove ; 
 The dreadful sufPrings of thy Son 
 Aton'd for sin, and pardon won. 
 
 S The pangs of our expiring Lord, 
 The honors of thy law restored; 
 His sorrows made thy justice known, 
 And paid for follies not his own. 
 
 aff 4 0, for his sake our guilt forgive. 
 And let the mourning sinner live! 
 Jehovah! hear us in his name, 
 Nor let our hope be turn'd to shame ! watts. 
 
 Second Version.^ — C. M. Dedham. Marloiv. 
 Christ's Obedience and Death. 
 
 1 FATHER, I sing thy wondrous love, 
 1 bless my Savior's name ; 
 He brought salvation from above. 
 And bore the sinner's shame. 
 
 p 2 His dying groan, his flowing wound 
 Shall better please my God, 
 Than harp's or trumpet's solemn sound, 
 Than goat's or bullock's blood. 
 
 f 3 Let heav'n and all, that dwell on high, 
 To God their voices raise. 
 While lands and seas assist the sky, 
 And join t' advance his praise! 
 
 4 Zion is thine;, most holy God! 
 — Thy Son shall bless her gates, 
 
 And glory, purchas'd by his blood. 
 
 For thine own Israel waits. watts. 
 
PSALM 69, 70. 166 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Grafton, Marlow, 
 Prayer of Christ in Suffering, 
 
 1 "SAVE me, my God !"— the SufPrer cried,— 
 "The floods my soul o'erflow ; — 
 
 Why hast Thou turn'd thine ear aside. 
 And left Me in my wo .^ 
 
 2 "Reproachful shame have I not borne.? 
 I bear it on this tree, — 
 
 My hands and feet by fast'nings torn, 
 My soul in agony ! 
 
 5 "Still, O my God, in mercy hear, 
 And turn this tide of wo ; — 
 
 Then shall thy servant trust mid fear. 
 And thy salvation know. 
 
 mf 4 "My Father! Thou hast heard my cry! 
 'Tis finish'd ! Wo is fled ! »— 
 
 — Thus spake the SufPrer, stretch'd on high, 
 p >• And, dying, bow'd his head. 
 
 p< 5 He died, — ^but now He lives above, 
 < And wears a glorious crown ! 
 
 — He saves the people of his love, 
 But casts the wicked down. 
 
 6 Good men in shame ! behold the cross. 
 And all its blessings claim ; 
 Eternal gain succeeds your loss, 
 
 A crown succeeds your shame ! allen. 
 
 PSALM 70. S. M. Ohnutz. Lathrop. 
 
 Prayer for Help, 
 Aflf 1 IN mercy help me, Lord, 
 And bring deliv'rance nigh ; 
 O, send thy pow'rful, saving word, — 
 An angel from the sky, 
 
 — ^ Mine enemies confound, 
 
 That would my soul destroy ; 
 
 Thine arm shall smite them to the ground. 
 
 That would my peace annoy. 
 
 aff 3 Then with intense delight, 
 All, who salvation love, 
 
166 PSALM 71. 
 
 Shall hete extol thy grace and might. 
 And praise thy name above. 
 
 4 I'm needy, Lord, and poor, 
 And chasten'd by thy rod : 
 Thou art my Savior evermore, — 
 O, tarry not, my God ! allen. 
 
 71. First Ver.— C. M. Warwick, Howard. 
 Christ our Strength and Righteousness, 
 
 1 MY Savior, my Almighty Friend ! 
 When I begin thy praise, 
 
 Where will the growing numbers end, 
 The numbers of thy grace ? 
 
 2 Thou art my everlasting trust. 
 Thy goodness I adore ; 
 
 And, since I knew thy graces first, 
 I speak thy glories more. 
 
 3 My feet shall travel all the length 
 Of the celestial way, 
 
 mf And march with courage in thy strength 
 < Up to eternal day ! 
 
 mp 4 When 1 am fill'd with sore distress 
 
 For some surprising sin, 
 — I'll plead thy perfect righteousness, 
 
 And seek the peace within. 
 
 mf 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell 
 
 The vict'ries of my King? 
 
 My soul redeem'd from sin and hell, 
 f Shall thy salvation sing I watts. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Grafton, Burford. 
 Aged Christian'*s Prayer, 
 
 Aff 1 GOD of my childhood and my youth. 
 The guide of all my days, 
 I have declar'd thy heavn^ly truth, 
 And told thy wondrous ways ! 
 
 2 Wilt Thou forsake my hoary head, 
 And leave my fainting heart ^ 
 
PSALM 71, 72. 167 
 
 Who shall preserve me from the dead. 
 If God, my strength, depart? 
 
 3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim 
 To the surviving age. 
 And leave the savor of thy name, 
 When I shall quit the stage. 
 
 p 4 The land of silence and of death 
 Attends my next remove : — 
 
 — O, may these poor remains of breath 
 
 <0 Teach the wide world thy love ! watts. 
 
 Third Version. — S. M. Dover, St. Thomas. 
 
 Confidence in God in Old Age* 
 Aff 1 BE Thou, my fortress. Lord, 
 
 The rock of my defence ; 
 
 O, save me by thy faithful word^ 
 
 My shield and confidence ! 
 
 2 My hope has lean'd on Thee 
 From earliest days of youth, 
 Relying on thy mercy free. 
 On thy unchanging truth, 
 
 3 Then cast me not away 
 In feeble, gray, old age. 
 
 Now, while my foes deride and say, — 
 No hope his fears assuage. 
 
 mf 4 Thou art my hope and strength, 
 Thou God of grace and love ; — 
 And Thou wilt plant my feet at length 
 
 f <: On Zion's hill above ! 
 
 — 5 Thy righteousness I'll tell ; 
 
 My harp thy praise prolongs, — 
 Thou Holy One of Israel,— 
 {< In never ending songs ! allen. 
 
 72. First Version. — L. M. Danvers. St Pauls. 
 
 The Kingdom of Christ. 
 mf 1 GREAT God, whose universal sway 
 The known and unknown worlds obey, 
 
168 PSALM 72. 
 
 Now give the kingdom to thy Son, 
 Extend his pow'r, — exalt his throne ! 
 
 2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands ; 
 All heav'n submits to his commands j 
 His justice shall avenge the poor. 
 And pride and rage prevail no more. 
 
 3 With pow'r he vindicates the just. 
 And treads th' oppressor in the dust ; 
 His worship and his fear shall last, 
 Till hours, and years, and time be past ! 
 
 dol 4 As rain on meadows newly mown. 
 
 So shall He send his influence down ; 
 His grace on fainting souls distills. 
 Like heavn'ly dew on thirsty hills. 
 
 — 5 The heathen lands, that lie beneath 
 The shades of overspreading death. 
 Revive at his first dawning light, 
 And deserts blossom at the sight. 
 
 mf 6 The saints shall flourish in his days, 
 Drest in the robes of joy and praise ; 
 p Peace, like a river, from his throne 
 f Shall flow to nations yet unknown ! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Lyman. RothivelL 
 ChrisVs Kingdom among the Gentiles. 
 
 II 1 JESUS shall reign, where'er the sun 
 Does his successive journies run ; 
 His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
 Till moons shall wax and wane no more ! 
 
 2 Behold the Islands, with their kings. 
 And Europe her best tribute brings ; 
 From north to south the princes meet 
 To pay their homage at his feet. 
 
 3 There Persia, glorious to behold, 
 There India shines in eastern gold, 
 And barb'rous nations at his word 
 Submit, and bow, and own their Lord. 
 
 4 For Him shall endless pray'r be made, 
 And praises throng to crown his head ; 
 
PSALM 72. 169 
 
 mp < His name, like sweet perfume shall rise, 
 
 — With ev'ry morning sacrifice. 
 
 5 People and realms of every tongue 
 mp Dwell on his love with sweetest song. 
 And infant voices shall proclaim 
 Their early blessings on his name. 
 
 f 6 Blessings abound, where'er He reigns ! 
 The pris'ner leaps to loose his chains, 
 mp > The weary find eternal rest, 
 
 — And all the sons of want are blest. 
 
 f If 7 Let ev'ry creature rise and bring 
 
 Peculiar honors to their King : 
 
 Angels descend with songs again, 
 > And earth repeat the long amen ! watts. 
 
 Third Version. — L. M. Wayne. Walton. 
 
 The Kingdom of Christ 
 It 1 JESUS shall reign, where'er the light 
 Of glorious sun cheers human sight, 
 And firm shall stand his throne of love, 
 While silver moon shall shine above. 
 
 2 His kingdom wide from sea to sea 
 Shall spread the joys of harmony, 
 And his just laws shall sin control 
 From southern to the northern pole. 
 
 3 All kings shall bow down at his feet. 
 And humbly render homage meet, — 
 All nations shall obey his law. 
 
 And serve their Lord with rev'rent awe. 
 
 mp 4 For He the helpless one shall bless. 
 The needy and the fatherless : — 
 He bringeth back from threat'ning graves, 
 And dying souls redeems and saves. 
 
 mf 5 Forever shall remain his name, 
 
 While sun shall move in yon blue sky : 
 
 f All nations shall, with loud acclaim, 
 
 Praise the Redeemer from on high ! allen. 
 15 
 
170 PSALM 72. 
 
 Fourth Version. — S. P. M. Dalston, BetheL 
 Christ the King of Zion, 
 mf 1 THY God, O Zion, reigns, 
 And justice e'er maintains, 
 
 While sun and moon shall run their race ; 
 mp Sweetly his grace comes down, 
 Like rain on grass new mown, 
 
 As show'rs on earth, man's dwelling place. 
 
 — 2 The righteous in his day 
 
 Shall grow beneath his sway. 
 
 And peace shall last, while moon shall shine j 
 mf From sea to distant sea 
 He reigns in majesty: 
 
 The earth shall own his pow'r divine ! 
 
 — 3 They, who in deserts dwell. 
 
 Shall know his love full well. 
 
 And all his foes submit and bow; 
 
 Behold each nation's king 
 
 A present fit shall bring. 
 
 And at his feet shall lay it low, 
 
 mp 4 He hears the sufTrer's cries. 
 
 And gives the poor supplies, 
 X And guilty, dying souls redeems ; 
 mf His mighty, outstretch'd arm 
 
 Shall shield his friends from harm ; 
 
 — In darkest hour his mercy beams. 
 
 5 His name, ne'er known in vain. 
 Forever shall remain, 
 mf Bright as the glorious sun above! — 
 
 mp In Him the weary rest, 
 
 — All men in Him are blest, 
 
 mf And all the nations praise his love ! allen* 
 
 Fifth Version. — H. M. Stow. Haywood. 
 The Kingdom of Christ. 
 1 TO Thee, Lord! Zion's King, 
 All kings shall humbly bow. 
 The isles their tribute bring, 
 And thy salvation know: 
 mf From sea to sea. 
 
 From east to west. Thy Kingdom blest 
 Shall glorious be ! 
 
tSALM 72. 171 
 
 — 2 Thee Persia, Lord ! adores, 
 Thee Araby doth greet ; 
 And India with her stores 
 Is bending at thy feet : 
 
 Their hands unbound 
 The Ethiops lift, And Tartars swift 
 mf Thy praise resound ! 
 
 3 Before Thee idols fall. 
 And temples in their pride ; 
 On Thee shall all men call, 
 And own the Crucified ! 
 While sun shall pour 
 His glorious light. Thee, Lord, more bright. 
 Shall men adore ! allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 7s, Southampton. Kimball. 
 Christ's universal Kingdom. 
 ♦ I 1 JESUS reigns from sea to sea, 
 E'en to earth^s remotest end ; 
 Desert-dwellers bow the knee, 
 And his foes before Him bend. 
 
 2 Island kings his pow'r shall ow^n, 
 Distant princes gifts shall pay ; 
 All kings humbly shall fall down. 
 All the nations Him obey. 
 
 3 He doth help the poor, that cries, 
 Helpless ones and the oppress'd. 
 Gives the needy full supplies, 
 Sav€s the life of the distress'd. 
 
 4 Earth is dress'd in living green. 
 Plenty o'er its face is known , 
 Fruits are on the mountains seen. 
 As the trees of Lebanon. 
 
 5 Ever shall his name endure, 
 Long as sun shall pour its light ; 
 Firm his throne, his kingdom sure. 
 
 Men shall praise Him with delight ! xllen. 
 
 Seventh Ver. — 7 <!^ 6. Yarmouth, Miss. Hymn. 
 Spread of the Gospel. 
 I JESUS! thy great salvation 
 Through all the earth shall flow, 
 
172 PSALM 73. 
 
 And kings of ev'ry nation 
 Before their King shall bow. 
 Wild Arabs with their plunder 
 Shall bend down at thy feet ; 
 The Persian, fill'd with wonder, 
 Shall star of BethPhem greet! 
 
 2 The Ethiops with devotion 
 Shall stretch their hands out free, 
 The Isles of ev'ry ocean 
 
 Shall presents bring to Thee: 
 Thou blessed peace shalt nourish, 
 While moon slieds silver light ; 
 Thy kingdom wide shall flourish, 
 While golden sun shines bright ! 
 
 3 From sea to sea thy glory 
 In mightier flood shall roll 
 And all shall know thy story. 
 Thy truth from pole to pole ! 
 Then let thy name be blessed, 
 Savior of Israel ! 
 
 And praise to Thee addressed 
 
 By all, that here do dwell ! allen. 
 
 73. First VersiOxX. — L. M. Sunderland, Hebron, 
 
 Prosperity of Sinners accursed. 
 p 1 LORD, what a thoughtless wretch was I, 
 To mourn, and murmur, and repine. 
 To see the wicked plac'd on high. 
 In pride, and robes of honor shine ? 
 
 2 But O, their end, — their dreadful end! 
 Thy sanctuary taught me so: — 
 On'slipp'ry rocks I see them bend, 
 > And fiery billows roll below ! 
 
 — 3 Their fancied joys, — how fast they flee ? 
 
 Just like a dream with morning's light : 
 p Their songs of softest harmony 
 
 Will cease mid cries of wild affright ! 
 
 — 4 Now I esteem their mirth and wine. 
 
 Too dear to purchase with my blood ; 
 
PSALM 73. 173 
 
 Lord, 'tis enough 5 that Thoii art mine, 
 f My life, my portion^ and my God! watts. 
 
 Secojvd Version. — C. M. Dundee. Ferry, 
 God our Portion. 
 
 1 GOD, my Supporter and my Hope, 
 My Help forever near ! 
 
 Thine arm of mercy held me up, 
 > When sinking in despair. 
 
 — 2 Thy counsels, Lord shall guide my feet 
 Through this dark wilderness, 
 Thine hand conduct me near thy seat. 
 Thy glorious name to bless. 
 
 8 Were I in heav'n without my God, 
 'Twould be no joy to me, 
 And, while the earth is my abode, 
 I long for none but Thee ! 
 
 4 What if the springs of life were broke. 
 And flesh and heart should faint? 
 f God is my soul's eternal Rock ! 
 The strength of every saint. 
 
 «ip 5 Behold, the sinners, who remove 
 >■ Far from thy presence, — die ! — 
 
 Not all the idol gods, they love. 
 
 Can save them, when they cry. 
 
 € But to draw near to Thee, my God, 
 Shall be my sweet employ ; 
 t My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, 
 < And tell the world my joy! watts. 
 
 Third Version. — S. M. Calmar. Ohnutz. 
 The Mystery of Providence unfolded. 
 ff 1 SURE, there's a righteous God, 
 Nor is religion vain, 
 Though men of vice may boast aloud. 
 And men of grace complain. 
 
 2 I saw the wicked rise, 
 And felt my heart repine. 
 
 While haughty fools, with scornful eyes, 
 In robes of honor shine. 
 15* 
 
174 PSALM 73. 
 
 3 The tumults of my thought 
 Held me in hard suspense. 
 
 Till to thy house my feet were brought, 
 To learn thy justice thence. 
 
 4 Thy word with light and power 
 Did my mistakes amend ; 
 
 I viewed the sinners' lives before, 
 But here I learn their end. 
 
 mp 5 On what a slipp'ry steep 
 
 The thoughtless wretches go ? 
 
 And O, that dreadful, fiery deep, 
 > That waits their fall below ! 
 
 — 6 Lord, at thy feet I bow, 
 
 My thoughts no more repine , 
 < I call my God my portion now, 
 
 And all my pow'rs are thine ! watts* 
 
 Fourth Version. — 7s. Prentiss. JVuremburg. 
 The Wicked not to be envied* 
 f I 1 THIS at length I know full well,— - 
 God is good to Israel : — 
 None, whose heart is true, need fear, — 
 See, their clouded sun shines clear! 
 
 — 2 Once, my steps had well nigh fail'd. 
 
 Seeing guilt uncheck'd, unwaiPd, — 
 Wickedness in pomp and pride. 
 Virtue with disgrace allied: — 
 
 3 Godless men with riches blest. 
 By no fears or cares distress'd. 
 While my heart was pierc'd with pain, 
 And my virtuous toils seem'd vain. 
 
 mf 4 Now the mystery is clear'd, — 
 
 All my doubts have disappear'd: — 
 
 — In thy house I saw their end. 
 
 All the woes, which Thou dost send. 
 
 mp 5 Down a steep I see them slide, 
 
 Whelm'd beneath a burning tide, — 
 All their peace and pleasure fled, 
 Anguish coming in their stead. 
 
PSALM 74. 175 
 
 Aff 6 Then I cry in ecstasy, — 
 
 ^'Whom have I in heav'n but Thee? 
 Though my earthly frame shall fall, 
 
 < Thou'rt my strengh, — my hope, — my all !" 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 74. First Ver. — L. M. Buke Street, UxbMge. 
 The Lamentation of Israel, 
 
 Aff 1 O GOD ! why hast Thou cast us off? 
 Why are we made the wicked's scoff? 
 Remember, Lord, thy tribes of old, 
 To whom Thou didst thy truth unfold. 
 
 2 Remember Zion's holy mount. 
 Where oft thy people did recount 
 The wonders, which thy hand had wrought ;— 
 > Thy Zion, now to ruin brought ! 
 
 — 3 Vain was her walled strength around ; 
 
 Thy temple, burnt down to the ground, 
 Th' impostor's mosque now rears its dome, 
 And there imposture finds a home ! 
 
 Aff 4 How long shall Zion's foes bear sway? 
 
 Shall they, O Lord, blaspheme alway? 
 mf Stretch out once more thine arm of might, 
 
 And put thine enemies to flight ! 
 
 5 Once Thou didst break the dragon's head, 
 And in the sea he sunk as lead; — 
 Once Thou didst cleave the flinty rock, 
 And out the gushing fountain broke ! 
 
 f 6 Thou art our God, and Thou our King ; 
 
 Thy pow'r, thy grace, thy love, we sing ! 
 
 O, spread salvation's joys around, 
 < Let all the earth thy praise resound! allen* 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Ferr^y. Mear. 
 Pleading with God. 
 mp 1 HAVE mercy on thy people. Lord, 
 Nor let thine anger rise ; 
 
 — O, send a cheering, joyful word, 
 Like angel from the skies. 
 
m 
 
 ne PSALM 15. 
 
 2 Of old, my God and King, 
 Salvation Thou hast wrought^ 
 And ever shall thy servants sing 
 mf Thy love beyond all thought ! 
 
 — 3 Once did thy pow'r the sea divide^ 
 And break the dragon's head ; 
 The smitten rock, in mighty tide^ 
 The streams of water spread. 
 
 4 Thine is the cheerful day, and thine 
 The sable wing of night ; 
 Thou mak'st the glorious sun to shine^ 
 And every feebler light. 
 
 mf 5 Soon let the Sun of Righteousness 
 On all lands pour his rays, 
 And streams of life refresh and bless 
 The thirsty, to thy praise ! alleK 
 
 PSALM 75 — C. M. Putney Ferry. 
 
 The Magistrate resolving to be faithful. 
 mf»i 1 I BEAR the pillars of the state 
 
 With power, which God hath given ; 
 
 Then, fools, be not with pride elate, 
 
 Nor lift your horn to heaven ! 
 
 2 I'll judge the land in righteousness, 
 And shield the wrong'd and weak. 
 To sufPrers give the quick redress. 
 And ev'ry yoke will break. 
 
 — 3 There is a Judge, who sits on high; 
 
 Before Him all will stand ; 
 p Ah^ who can meet his angry eye, 
 
 Or his avenging hand? 
 
 4 He holds a cup ; the wine is red ; 
 'Tis cup of wrath and wo ; 
 >. The wicked drink, and sink down dead, — 
 pp Then drink the cup below ! allen. 
 
PSALM 76. 177 
 
 76. First Version.— L. M. Walton. Duke Street- 
 God great in Zion. 
 mf »i 1 IN Judah God, the Lord, doth dwell, 
 
 His name is great in Israel ; 
 
 In Salem we his foot-steps trace. 
 
 In Zion is his dwelling*place ! 
 
 2 How often hath the Lord 
 
 Destroy 'd the bow, the shield, the sword, 
 And, rising on his people's side. 
 Hath turn'd the raging battle's tide? 
 
 3 Behold proud Egypt's stout array, 
 Ready to make thy saints their prey ! 
 At thy rebuke the mighty deep 
 Engulfd them all in their dead sleep ! 
 
 4 And there the rider and his horse, 
 The chariot, ling'ring in its course, 
 
 > All sunk beneath the rushing wave ; — 
 
 — No idol-god had pow'r to save ! 
 
 mf 5 Then, all ye righteous, trust the Lord, 
 And make your refuge in his word ; — 
 His arm will quick your foes destroy, 
 
 < And lift you up to heav'nly joy ! allen* 
 
 Second Ver. — 6 4' 4. Oakham. Italian Hymn. 
 
 God the Defence of Zion. 
 If 1 GOD loveth Zion well, 
 
 And there delights to dwell. 
 
 And mercy sends ; 
 The bow, the sword, the shield 
 He drives from battle-field : 
 His word doth safety yield 
 To all his friends. 
 
 mp 2 His foes slept heavy sleep ; 
 A deadly calm they keep. 
 
 Nor find their hands ; 
 
 — Then fear the Lord on high. 
 To Him lift up your cry • 
 Before his angiy eye 
 
 No scorner stands. 
 
178 PSALM 77. 
 
 mf S Surely man's wrath shall bring 
 Glory to Zion's King ; — 
 
 That wrath He'll stay:— 
 mp Then, struck with mighty fear, 
 
 mf His voice majestic hear, 
 
 And draw in rev'rence near. 
 
 Your vows to pay ! allen. 
 
 77. First Ver. — L. M. Sunderland, Medway. 
 
 Melancholy and Hope. 
 Aff 1 MY heart, O Lord, is dark with fears, 
 My weeping eyes overflow with tears 5 
 Yet on thy promise I depend ; 
 
 God of love! deliverance send. 
 
 2 I ponder on the days of old, — 
 
 Thy wonders, which our fathers told, — 
 My own glad songs in woful night, 
 And outbreak of the morning's light. 
 
 3 Thus are my deathful fears outliv'd. 
 Thus is my failing hope reviv'd, 
 The past of future times can speak, 
 And faith invigorates the weak ! 
 
 4 Through mighty waters Thou didst lead 
 And deserts wide thy chosen seed ; 
 Their various wand 'rings Thou didst trace, 
 And bring them to their dwelling place ! 
 
 mf 5 Then in thy guidance will we trust, 
 
 Thou, who art holy, good, and just !— 
 If Thou in us shalt take delight, 
 
 < Our darkest hours will gleam with light! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Marlow, Patmos. 
 Melancholy and Hope* 
 Minor, 
 mp 1 WITH mournful voice I cried to God, 
 
 1 sought his gracious ear. 
 
 When woes, beneath his chast'ning rod, 
 FilPd my sad heart with fear. 
 
PSALM 77. 179 
 
 2 Will He forever cast me off? 
 His promise ever fail ! 
 Has He forgot his tender love ? 
 Shall anger still prevail ? 
 Major, 
 mf 3 But I forbid this hopeless thought. 
 This darkj despairing frame, 
 Rememb'ring what thy hand hath wrought ] — 
 Thy hand is still the same ! 
 
 4 Pll think again of all thy ways. 
 And talk thy wonders o'er. 
 
 Thy wonders of recovering grace^ 
 When flesh could hope no more. 
 
 5 Grace dwells with justice on the throne^ 
 And men, who love thy word^ 
 
 Have in thy sanctuary known 
 
 The counsels of the Lord, watts. 
 
 Third Version.— 7s. Edyfield, Southampton. 
 
 Confidence in God in Trouble. 
 p 1 LORD, in dark, afflictive hour. 
 
 When bright hope outshines no more, 
 
 I thy wondrous deedg of old 
 
 Will to fainting heart unfold, 
 
 aff 2 Canst Thou, Lord^ cast off forever? 
 Will thy love refresh me never? 
 Doth thy faithful promise fail? 
 Shall thy servant cheerless wail? 
 
 mf 3 Lord, I learn what Thou hast done. 
 Thou the God of might alone ! 
 Thou thy people didst redeem ; 
 Light in darkness did outbeam. 
 
 4 Thee^ God ! the waters saw ; 
 Trembled then the depths with awe, 
 And the clouds the rain outpoured. 
 Thunders through the heav'ns roared ! 
 
 5 Swift thine arrows went abroad ; 
 Who shall dare thy vengeance, God?> 
 Lo, the earth with fear doth quake;i^ 
 And asunder mountains break. 
 
180 PSALM 78. 
 
 6 Lord, thy path-way Thou dost keep 
 In the waters of the deep: — 
 Let me trust thy matchless might. 
 Give me for my darkness light ! allen. 
 
 78, First Version. — C. M. St. Martins, Lutzen, 
 God^s Works rehearsed to Children. 
 II 1 LET children hear the mighty deeds, 
 Which God perform'd of old, — 
 The work, which all our thought exceeds. 
 And which our fathers told. 
 
 2 He bids us make his glories known. 
 His works of pow'r and grace ; — 
 And we'll convey his wonders down 
 Through ev'ry rising race. 
 
 3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons, 
 And they again to theirs. 
 
 That races yet of unborn ones 
 May teach them to their heirs ! 
 
 4 Thus shall they learn, in God alone 
 Their hope securely stands ; 
 
 And ne'er forget what God hath done. 
 But keep his just commands ! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. St. Martins. Marlow; 
 Providence of God rehearsed to Children. 
 
 1 LET children hear God's mighty deeds. 
 Which ancient times have known. 
 Which each in Holy Scripture reads, — 
 God's book, safe handed down. 
 
 2 To us, their sons, our fathers told 
 What wonders God had done ; 
 
 mf And we will tell God's works of old, 
 Each father to his son ! 
 
 5 Thus generations yet unborn 
 Shall to their unborn heirs 
 Repeat the story in their turn, 
 And they again to theirs : — 
 
 — 4 To teach them, that from God most High 
 Their hope should never move, 
 
PSALM 78, 79. 181 
 
 mp That they may ne'er his wrath defy, 
 f-< But gain the heav'n above! allew. 
 
 Third Version. — 75. Edyjield, Southampton, 
 
 God^s Miracles for Israel, 
 n 1 WHO can count God's wonders o'er. 
 Wrought on Egypt's reedy shore. 
 Where at last the first born dies. 
 Ere were loos'd the captive's ties ? 
 
 2 Who his wonders by the flood. 
 Which as wall for Israel stood, — f 
 Where, o'erwhelmed in the deep, 
 Mighty host slept deadly sleep f 
 
 3 In the wilderness, behold, 
 God his glory did unfold, 
 In the pillar'd fire by night, 
 And the cloud in noon-day lights 
 
 4 See, — outgushing from the rock, 
 Streams refresh the chosen flock : 
 Lo, the feather'd fowl come down. 
 And the bread of heav'n is strown ! 
 
 5 Yet, for all these works of power, 
 Israel sinn'd yet more and more ; 
 
 mp And the race, in guilty path, 
 >- Sunk beneath Jehovah's wrath, 
 
 mf 6 Greater wonders we behold. 
 
 Wrought by grace and love untold !— 
 
 aff Jesus ! may we never be, 
 
 For our sin, destroy'd by Thee ! allkn. 
 
 79. First Version. — S. M. Boylston. Olmutz, 
 Zion praying to God, 
 1 THE heathen feet have stood 
 Within thy temple's gate; 
 Jerusalem is stain'd with blood, 
 And weeps her captive state, 
 
 aflf 2 O, Lord, thy servants hear, 
 Nor let thine anger burn : 
 16 
 
182 PSALM T9, 80. 
 
 Let thine own saving pow'r be near. 
 In mercy. Lord, return ! 
 
 3 Our many sins forgive, — 
 
 Our guilt has brought us low ; — 
 O, let thy humbled children live. 
 And thy salvation know ! 
 
 4 Hear Thou the prishier's sigh. 
 Rising from dungeon deep. 
 
 And those, who think not but to die, 
 In thy great goodness keep. 
 
 — 5 So we, thy people freed. 
 
 And rescued from our wrongs, — 
 
 The sheep restor'd, thy pastures feed, — 
 
 f Will Uft eternal songs t allen. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Boylston, Olmutz. 
 Zion^s Prayer in Affliction. 
 aff 1 TURN Thee, in mercy turnl 
 Restore, O Lord, our joy! 
 Forever shall thine anger burn. 
 Thy people to destroy f 
 
 2 On heathens pour thy wrath. 
 And cast them down to shame ; 
 
 But us why should thy lightning scath? 
 We bear thy holy name [ 
 
 3 And yet our sins deserve 
 The sweeping storm of wo, 
 
 For oft from holiness we swerve. 
 And justly are brought low. 
 
 4 Help us, O God of love. 
 And bring salvation near ; 
 
 mf The glory shall be thine above, 
 
 < And all thy hosts shall hear ! allen. 
 
 80. First Ver. — L. M. Stonefield. Rockingham. 
 The Church in Affliction. 
 1 GREAT Shepherd of thine Israel, 
 Who didst between the cherubs dwell. 
 
PSALM 80, 183 
 
 And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep, 
 Safe through the desert and the deep, 
 
 2 Thy Church is in the desert now ; — 
 
 Shine from on high and guide her through ; 
 mp Turn us to Thee, thy love restore, 
 -o We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. 
 
 — 3 Hast Thou not planted with thy hand 
 A lovely vine in this, our land? 
 Did not thy pow'r defend it round, 
 And heavn'ly dews enrich the ground? 
 
 4 How did the spreading branches shoot, 
 And bless the nation with the fruit? 
 
 mp But now, O Lord, look do^vn and see 
 Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree> 
 
 5 Why is her beauty thus defac'd? 
 Why hast thou laid her fences waste? 
 Strangers and foes against her join. 
 And ev'ry beast devours the vine> 
 
 aflf 6 Return, Almighty God ! return, 
 
 > Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn: 
 
 <: Turn us to Thee, thy love restore, 
 
 -O- We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more ! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Hingham. Stonefield, 
 The Church praying for Mercy. 
 
 Affl SHEPHERD of Israel! guard thy sheep 
 From hungry wolves, whicli nightly creep ; 
 Thy wand'ring flock, O Lord, restore, 
 And guide us, that we stray no more. 
 
 2 How long wilt Thou close up thine ear, 
 And our loud pray'r refuse to heari* 
 Turn us, O God, and let a beam 
 Of mercy from thy face outgleaml 
 
 8 Is not our cup with tears o'erspread? 
 Do we not dip in tears our bread? 
 Turn us, O God, and let a beam 
 Of mercy from thy face outgleam! allen. 
 
184 PSALM 80. 
 
 Third Version. — L, M. Hingham. Stonefield. 
 The Church in Affliction. 
 
 1 DIDST Thou not plant a lovely vine, 
 And call the pleasant vineyard thine? 
 Didst Thou not strike down deep its root, 
 And hang its boughs with clust'ring fruit? 
 
 2 Its boughs, like cedars, rais'd their head, 
 Its branches o'er the hills were spread ; 
 From east to west the vine was seen 
 With fruit, and flowers, and living green. 
 
 aff 3 Why is her hedge now broken down. 
 And all her beauty overthrown? 
 This wasted vine, O Lord, restore, 
 And let its clusters swell once more ! 
 
 4 Return, O God of hosts, return, 
 And let thy vine no longer mourn ; 
 This lovely vine more lovely make. 
 And of its fruit let all partake ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 7s. Edgar, JWiremburg. 
 
 [Repeat first two lines of tune N.] 
 Prayer of the Church in Affliction. 
 
 SEMI-CHORUS. 
 
 mf I ISRAEL'S Shepherd, O give ear! 
 Thou, who o'er the cherubim 
 Didst in glorious light appear. 
 Send thy beams on visions dim ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Lord, revive us ; on us shine ; 
 Save us by thy pow'r divine ! 
 
 SEMI-CHORUS. 
 
 2 God of hosts ! wilt Thou not hear 
 mp Humble pray'r, address'd to Thee? 
 Thou dost see our flowing tear. 
 Our reproach and infamy. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 mf Lord, revive us ; on us shine ; 
 Save us by thy pow'r divine ! 
 
 SEMI-CHORUS. 
 
 — 5 Vine from Egypt Thou didst bring. 
 And didst plant in vineyard fair ; 
 
PSALM 81. 185 
 
 Soon the num'rous branches springs, 
 Soon the clusters hang in air ; 
 From the river to the'sea, 
 Soon its branches flourish free ! 
 
 'tnp 4 Lo ! thy vineyard's walls o'erthrown. 
 Spoilers freely enter there: 
 Wild beasts waste this vine, thine own ; 
 Burnt up are its branches fair! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 — Lord, look down in love divine 9 
 Visit, Lord, thy wasted vine ! 
 
 SEMI-CHORUS. 
 
 mf 5 Let thy hand, O God of might, 
 With our Leader, Jesus, be ! 
 So shall we thy laws ne'er slight. 
 So shall we rejoice in Thee ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Lord, revive us ; on us shine 5 
 
 Save us by thy pow'r divine ! allen„ 
 
 81. First Version. — 7s. Bates, JSjimlall. 
 Praise to GocL 
 
 f 1 SING aloud to God, most high, 
 God, our strength, most joyfully ; 
 Timbrel, harp, and psalt'ry's voice, 
 
 < With the ti'umpet, should rejoice ! 
 
 — 2 Such was law to Israel, 
 
 When their God with them did dwell ; 
 mf We should lift our grateful song. 
 And the praise of God prolong! 
 
 — =3 God his servants e'er ^vill bless 
 
 In his truth and holiness : 
 
 Let them hearken to his word, 
 
 He will guard them with his sword. 
 
 4 He of old did kindly say, 
 
 "Had my people kept my way^ 
 Soon had I subdued each foe, 
 Making them submissive bow^ — 
 16* 
 
186 PSALM 81, 82. 
 
 5 "Safely them through deserts led, 
 Them with finest wheat had fed. 
 Fed with honey from the rock, 
 Guarded from each hostile shock !" allek. 
 
 Second Version. — 7s. Bates, Kimball, 
 Praise and Prayer, 
 mffi 1 SING to God with joy aloud, 
 Ye, who to his temple crowd, — 
 There your fervent vows to pay, 
 As ye keep the solemn day ! 
 
 — 2 Such the law to Israel, — 
 Law, of old regarded well. 
 When the harp and psaltery, 
 Lord, with trumpet, praised Thee ! 
 
 S When thine ancient people prayed, 
 Thou wast present with thine aid ; 
 aff Then, Lord, hear our plaining voice. 
 Cause us also to rejoice! 
 
 4 Save us from their guilt and wo, — 
 Let us thy salvation know ; 
 On us all thy mercies pour, 
 f < Light and joy forevermore ! allek. 
 
 PSALM 82 L. M. Walton. Alfreton, 
 
 Magistrates warned. 
 n 1 YE Judges of the earth! — behold,— 
 On you is fix'd God's searching eye ! 
 He sees, if love of pow'r or gold 
 A righteous sentence e'er turns by. 
 
 5 Ye earthly gods to human sight ! 
 
 How long will ye true judgment wrest.'* 
 Stretch out your sword, — exert your mighti 
 To vindicate and guard th' oppress'd. 
 
 S Though ye are gods, yet shall ye die, 
 mp And worms your pamper'd flesh shall eat ; 
 
 Your souls from lifeless body fly, 
 PP And stand before God's judgment seat. 
 
PSALM 83, 84. 187 
 
 mf 4 O, Thou blest Jesus! — Prince of peace, — 
 To whom all wrongful pow^r must bow, — 
 Let tyrants and oppressors cease, 
 The nations save from crime and wo ! allen* 
 
 PSALM 83 L. M. Bernard. Duke Street 
 
 The Enemies of the Church warned, 
 
 1 BEHOLD thy sufPring Zion, Lord, 
 And let her trust in thy good word ; 
 For lo, her enemies arise. 
 
 And crafty counsels now devise. 
 
 2 They say, — ^'Come, let us smite her well, 
 And crush the name of Israel !" 
 
 mf Confederated foes ! in vain 
 A victory ye hope to gain ! 
 
 3 For Zion's King, enthron'd on high, 
 Regards you with a scornful eye, 
 And soon his storm along will sweep, 
 
 > And bear you to th' unsounded deep ! 
 
 — 4 Then, turn, ye enemies of God! 
 
 And flee his swift, avenging rod ; 
 
 At Zion's gate as suppliants knock, 
 mf And safety find on Zion's rock ! allen. 
 
 84. First Version. — L. M. Bernard. Hebron. 
 Pleasure of Public Worship, 
 mp 1 HOW pleasant, how divinely fair, 
 O Lord of hosts, thy dw^ellings are ? 
 With long desire my spirit faints 
 To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 
 
 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, 
 My panting heart cries out for God ; 
 aff My God ! my King ! why should I be 
 So far from all my joys and Thee? 
 
 — 3 Blest are the saints, w^ho sit on high, 
 
 Around thy throne of majesty ; 
 mf Thy brightest glories shine above. 
 
 And all their work is praise and love ! 
 
188 PSALM 84. 
 
 4 Blest are the souls, who find a place 
 Within the temple of thy grace ; 
 > There they behold thy gentler light, 
 -< And seek thy face, and learn thy might. 
 
 — 5 Blest are the men, whose hearts are set 
 
 To find the way to Zion's gate ; 
 mf God is their strength, — and through the road- 
 They lean upon their helper, God. 
 
 6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, 
 Till all shall meet in heav'n at length, 
 Till all before thy face appear, 
 f And join in nobler worship there! wattsIJ 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Lyman. Hingham, 
 God and his Church. 
 1 GREAT God ! attend, while Zion sings 
 The joy, that from thy presence springs-; 
 To spend one day with Thee on earth 
 Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 
 
 mp 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place 
 
 Within thy house, O God of grace, 
 
 — Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power 
 Should tempt my feet to leave the door. 
 
 f 3 God is our vSun, — He makes our day ^ 
 God is our Shield ; — He guards our way 
 From all th' assaults of hell and sin, 
 From foes without and foes within. 
 
 — 4 All needful grace will God bestow. 
 
 And crown that grace with glory too ) 
 He gives us all things, and withholds 
 No real good from upright souls. 
 
 f 5 O God, our King, whose sov'reign sway 
 The glorious hosts of heav'n obey, 
 And devils at thy presence flee, 
 Blest is the man, who trusts in Thee ! watts. 
 
 Third Version. — L. M. Medway, St, Peters. 
 
 Love to God^s House. 
 Aflf 1 HOW lovely is thy House, O Lord, 
 The blest pavilion of thy word.'* 
 
PSALM 84. 189 
 
 My heart and flesh cry out for Thee, 
 O God of love and majesty ! 
 
 2 The sparrow to her nest resorts. 
 Built by the altars of thy courts: — 
 My soul, Lord, with swifter wing 
 Flies to thy house, my God and King ! 
 
 3 The men, who in thy temple dwell, 
 Have gladness, which no voice can tell. 
 And, while for Thee their spirit longs, 
 
 < Their heart bursts out in joyful songs ! 
 
 — 4 One day within thy courts, O God, — 
 
 Those blessed courts my feet have trod, — 
 
 Is better than a thousand days. 
 
 Spent in earth's heartless, giddy ways. 
 
 f 5 Thou art, O Lord, my Sun and Shield, 
 
 Thy Grace, now giv'n, shall glory yield, — 
 And all, who find in Thee delight, 
 
 < Shall dwell in heav'n's eternal light ! allek. 
 
 Fourth Version. — C. M. Kendall JlrcMale. 
 God present in his Churches. 
 
 mp 1 MY soul, how lovely is the place. 
 To which thy God resorts ? 
 'Tis heav'n to see his smiling face. 
 Though in his earthly courts. 
 
 mf 2 There the great Monarch of the skies 
 His saving pow'r displays. 
 And light breaks in upon our eyes 
 With kind and quick'ning rays. 
 
 mp 3 With his rich gifts the heav'nly Dove 
 Descends and fills the place. 
 While Christ reveals his wondrous love, 
 And sheds abroad his grace. 
 
 mf 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare 
 The secrets of thy will ; 
 And still we seek thy mercies there, 
 And sing thy praises still. 
 
 aflf 5 My heart and flesh cry out for Thee, 
 While far from thine abode : 
 
190 PSALM 84. 
 
 When shall I tread thy courts and see 
 My Savior and my God? watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — H. M. JVeivbury. Murray, 
 Public Worship, 
 1 LORD of the worlds above. 
 How pleasant and how fair 
 The dwellings of thy love. 
 Thine earthly temples are! 
 mf To thine abode 
 
 My heart aspires With warm desires 
 To see my God ! 
 
 — 2 0, happy souls, who pray, 
 
 Where God appoints to hear! 
 Oj happy men, who pay 
 Their constant service there! 
 mf They praise Thee still ; 
 
 And happy they. Who love the way 
 To Zion's hill. 
 
 — 3 They go from strength to strength 
 
 Through this dark vale of tears. 
 Till each arrives at length, 
 Till each in heav'n appears, 
 mf O, glorious seat. 
 
 When God, our King, Shall thither bring 
 Our willing feet! watts. 
 
 Sixth Versiox. — H. M. JVaremburg. Murray. 
 God a Sun and Shield, 
 1 TO spend one sacred day, 
 Where God and saints abide, 
 Affo r d s di vi n e r j oy , 
 Than thousand days beside: 
 Where God resorts, 
 I love it more To keep the door, 
 Than shine in courts. 
 
 3 God is our Sun and Shield, 
 Our light and our defence ; 
 With gifts his hands are fill'd, 
 We draw our blessina^s thence. 
 
PSALM 84. 191 
 
 He shall bestow 
 On Jacob's race Peculiar grace^ 
 And glory too. 
 
 3 The Lord his people loves ; 
 His hand no good withholds 
 From those, his heart approves. 
 From pure and pious souls. 
 Thrice happy he, 
 O God of hosts. Whose spirit trusts 
 
 Alone in Thee ! watts. 
 
 Seventh Version. — 8 4^ 4. Palestine. Wayland, 
 
 Delight in God^s House. 
 Aff 1 HOW lovely is thy dwelling-place, 
 O, Lord, supreme in majesty? 
 My soul desires thy courts of grace, 
 My heart and flesh cry out for Thee, 
 The living God! 
 
 — 2 The men, O Lord, are greatly blest, 
 Who in thy house as servants dwell, 
 Who make thy strength their trust, their rest. 
 And drink at thine o'erflowing well 
 Of pure delight. 
 
 3 One day within thy courts, O Lord, — 
 Employ 'd in pray'r and grateful praise, 
 And pond'ring on thy blessed word, — 
 Is better than ten thousand days, — 
 
 Thy courts untrod. 
 
 4 For Thou, O God, art as a Shield, 
 Protecting them, who trust in Thee, 
 
 mf And Thou art gloriously reveaPd 
 < A dazzling Sun, outpouring free 
 
 A flood of light ! allen. 
 
 Eighth Version. — Is. Bates. Kimball, 
 Love to God^s House. 
 Aff 1 O, HOW lovely and how fair, 
 God of hosts ! thy temples are 1 
 Glad my eyes thy courts now see 3 — 
 Heart and flesh cry out for Thee ! 
 
192 PSALM 84, 85. 
 
 2 Blest are they, who here do dwell, 
 And thy ^race and mercy tell ; 
 Who, in Baca's thirsty vale, 
 Find the springs, which never fail ! 
 
 3 Hear, O Lord of hosts, our prayer! 
 Make us, God, our shield, thy care ! 
 Look on face of Christ, thy Son, 
 Who for us the vict'ry won ! 
 
 mf 4 Lord, Thou art a Sun and Shield ! 
 Grace and Glory Thou wilt yield! 
 — To the good Grace here is given, — 
 f Endless Glory too in heaven! alleIT. 
 
 Ninth Version. — 7 <^ 4. Riceborough. Oliphant, 
 God the Protector of his Saints* 
 
 1 LORD, I lift my eyes to Thee, 
 To the heav'nly hills on high! 
 Thence doth succor come to me 
 From thy glorious majesty: 
 
 Thou wilt help me. 
 And thine aid is ever nigh. 
 
 2 He, who doth his Israel keep, 
 He, who guards them with his might, 
 Ne'er doth slumber, ne'er doth sleep ; 
 They are ever in his sight ; 
 
 He is present. 
 He doth watch them day and night. 
 
 3 From all evil He doth shield ; 
 He surrounds thee by his power ; 
 His protection He will yield. 
 When the storms of evil lower ; 
 
 He will bless thee 
 Henceforth and forevermore! allen. 
 
 8d. First Version. — Tli. M. Br eiver, Uxbi^dge, 
 Salvation by Christ, 
 II 1 SALVATION is forever nigh 
 
 The souls, who fear and trust the Lord ; 
 And grace, descending from on high. 
 Fresh hopes of glory shall afford. 
 
 — 2 Mercy and truth, in union sweet, 
 
 Are join'dj since Christ came down from heaven; 
 
PSALM 85. 193 
 
 By his obedience, so complete, 
 Justice is pleas'd, — and peace is given. 
 
 mf 3 Now truth and honor shall abound^ 
 Religion dwell on earth again. 
 And heav'nly influence bless the ground 
 In our Redeemer's gentle reign. 
 
 — 4 His righteousness is gone before, 
 To give us free access to God ; 
 Our wand'ring feet shall stray no more. 
 But mark his steps and keep the road, watts. 
 
 Second Version. — H. M. JVeivbury. Murray, 
 Salvation by Christ » 
 mp 1 MERCY and Truth now meet, 
 And Righteousness and Peace, 
 And hold communion sweet. 
 While joys around increase: 
 mf The Lord, who came in saving power. 
 Our lips shall praise, our souls adore ! 
 
 2 What glory shines abroad. 
 And fills our land with light .^ 
 We see our Savior God, 
 Pouring his beams most bright ! 
 
 — • O, let our land abundantly 
 
 Bear fruits of holiness to Thee ! 
 
 3 Thou hast ascended high 
 
 In righteousness and power : — 
 May we, in yonder sky. 
 With Thee dwell evermore ! 
 mf Thou Lord of love ! let all below 
 
 Thy mercy and salvation know ! allen". 
 
 Third Version. — 6 & 4. Oakham. Italian Hymn. 
 
 Salvation by Christ, 
 fn 1 SALVATION!— it is near. 
 The humbled soul to cheer. 
 
 And bless our land ! 
 Mercy and Truth are join'd, — 
 Justice and Peace entwin'd ; — 
 They form, when thus combiu'd^ 
 A wondrous band ! 
 2 The Truth from heav'n came down. 
 And on the earth was known 
 17 
 
194 PSALM 86. 
 
 The world's great light. 
 And Mercy from above, 
 With face of heav'nly love ; — 
 And Peace in hand doth move 
 
 With stern-fac'd Right ! 
 
 aff 3 In me, O Jesus ! dwell ; 
 My guilty fears expel, 
 My Savior be! 
 Let me unfalt'ring tread. 
 Where thy pure footsteps lead, 
 Andj rising from the dead, 
 Ascend to Thee! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 86. First Versiox. — L. M. Medivay. Alfreton. 
 Prayer to God. 
 Aff 1 O LORD, bow down thy gracious ear, 
 My earnest supplication hear ; 
 O, save my soul ; — I trust in Thee ; — 
 Let me thy truth and mercy see ! 
 
 2 Daily, O Lord, I raise my eye. 
 And send to Thee my fervent cry ; 
 O, listen to my mournful voice. 
 Let thy poor servant's soul rejoice ! 
 
 3 For Thou art good, — thy name is love ; — 
 Thou sendest mercy froui above. 
 
 The humbled sinner dost forgive. 
 And say'st to contrite mourners, — live! 
 
 4 To me, O Lord, thy mercy show, 
 •< Let me thy great salvation know ! 
 mf Light up in me a grateful flame, 
 <i That I may ever praise thy name ! a; 
 
 Second Ver. — S. M. Paddington, St. Thomas, 
 God extolled. 
 
 1 THE nations. Thou hast made, 
 Shall all before Thee bow ; 
 Thy holy laws shall be obeyed 
 By all, that dwell below. 
 
 2 Lord, by thine outstretched hand 
 Are mightiest wonders done. 
 
PSALM 87. 195 
 
 By which the world may understand, 
 mf That Thou art God alone ! 
 
 aff 3 I will extol thy name. 
 
 And bless Thee evermore. 
 
 For Thou hast sav'd my soul from shame 
 
 By thy good Spirit's power. 
 
 4 Thine is a Father's love. 
 And thine a Savior's grace ; 
 O, guide me in the path above. 
 And let me see thy face ! allen. 
 
 87. First Version. — L. M. Breioer. Ellenthorpe. 
 The Church the Birth-place of Saints. 
 1 GOD, in his earthly temple, lays 
 Foundations for his heav'nly praise: 
 He likes the tents of Jacob well. 
 But still in Zion loves to dwell. 
 
 mp 2 His mercy visits ev'ry house. 
 
 That pay their night and morning vows ; 
 
 — But makes a more delightful stay. 
 Where churches meet to praise and pray. 
 
 3 What glories w^ere describ'd of old ? 
 What wonders are of Zion told ? 
 mf Angels and men shall join to sing 
 
 The Hill, where living waters spring. 
 
 — 4 When God makes up his last account 
 
 Of natives in his holy mount, 
 'Twill be an honor to appear. 
 As one new-born or nourish'd there ! watts* 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Old Hundred, Arnheim. 
 Opening a Place of Worship, 
 
 1 AND will the great, eternal God 
 On earth establish his abode ? 
 
 And will He from his radiant throne 
 Avow our temples as his ow^n ^ 
 
 2 These w^alls we to thy honor raise, — 
 Long may they echo with thy praise. 
 
196 PSALM 87. 
 
 And Thou, descending, fill the place 
 With choicest tokens of thy grace. 
 
 8 Here let the great Redeemer reign. 
 With all the graces of his train, 
 mf Whilst pow'r divine his word attends, 
 To conquer foes and cheer his friends ! 
 
 — 4 And in the great, decisive day, 
 
 When God the nations shall survey, 
 May it before the world appear, 
 mf Thousands were born to glory here ! 
 
 DODDRIDGE. 
 
 Third Version. — H. M. Stoiv. Haddam. 
 Glory of Zion. 
 1 HOW blest the holy hill, 
 The city of our God ! 
 He loves his Zion still. 
 Spread through the earth abroad; « 
 
 Her sons endow^ing with his grace. 
 Rejoicing in this dwelling place! 
 
 mf 2 city of the Lord, 
 
 Whose streets are pav'd with gold, 
 The sure, prophetic word 
 Thy glories hath foretold ; — 
 Thy King, descending from on high, 
 Array'd in peerless majesty! 
 
 — 3 Thy foes, O Zion, bow. 
 
 While to thy gates they throng, 
 And they thy blessings know, 
 And join thy holy song: — 
 The man, O Zion, born in thee, 
 < Is of eternal city free! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 7s. Hamilton. Wilmot. 
 Glory of Zion. 
 mf n 1 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, 
 Zion, city of our God ! 
 Lo, thy foes, their pow'r all broken, 
 Shall proclaim thy praise abroad ! 
 
 2 Egypt shall receive thy light, 
 Babylon her idols burn, 
 
PSALM 87, 88. 197 
 
 Proud Philistia own thy might. 
 Tyre unto thy service turn. 
 
 3 Oft to Zion it is said, 
 
 "Lo, this man was born in thee ! " 
 
 Thy foundation God hath laid 5 
 
 Holy are thy sons and free ! allen. 
 
 Fifth Version. — 8s 4' 7s. Sicily, Cesarea, 
 Blessedness of Zion. 
 mfff 1 ZION, 0, how blest thy mountain. 
 
 Where doth dwell the Lord, thy God? 
 O, how blest thy gushing fountain, 
 Pouring streams of life abroad? 
 
 2 Glorious things of thee are spoken. 
 City of our God and king ; — 
 Fix'd his covenant and unbroken: 
 f Loud his joyful praises sing. 
 
 .— 3 Lo, thine enemies are bending, 
 mp Struck with fear and rev'rent awe ; 
 
 Humbly they, their arms extending, 
 
 Yield themselves to Zion's law. 
 
 mf 4 Zion! — O, how blest thy mountain, 
 
 Where thy sons in safety dwell ? 
 
 O, how blest thy gushing fountain, 
 < Fount of life, — Salvation's well ! allen. 
 
 88. First Ver. — L. M. Windham. Sunderland- 
 The Resurrection, 
 Aff 1 SHALL man, O God of life and light. 
 Forever moulder in the grave ? 
 Canst Thou forget thy work of might. 
 Thy promise, and thy pow'r to save? 
 
 mp 2 In that deep, silent house of gloom 
 Shall peace and hope no more arise ? 
 No future morning light the tomb. 
 Nor day-star gild the darksome skies? 
 
 mf 3 Cease, — cease, ye fears, and idle dread ! 
 
 When Christ, our Lord, from darkness sprung, 
 17* 
 
198 PSALM 88. 
 
 Death, the last foe, was captive led, 
 And heav'n with praise and wonder rung ! 
 
 4 Faith sees the bright, eternal doors 
 Unfold to make his children way ; 
 
 f Immortal life its blessings pours, — 
 
 < They shine in everlasting day ! 
 
 — 5 The trump shall sound! — ^ In sweet surprise, 
 
 From the dark grave the slumb'rers spring ; 
 
 < Through heav'n, with joy, their myriads rise, 
 
 < And hail their Savior, and their King ! 
 
 DWIGHT. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Windham. Sunderland. 
 
 Immediate Repentance. 
 
 Aff 1 WHILE life prolongs its precious light, 
 Mercy is found and peace is given ; 
 But soon, ah, soon, approaching night 
 Shall blot out ev'ry hope of heaven. 
 
 2 While God invites, how blest the day ? 
 mp How sweet the gospel's charming sound: — 
 mf Come, sinners, haste, O, haste away. 
 While yet a pard'ning God is found ! 
 
 — 3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, 
 
 Shall death command you to the grave ; 
 Before his bar your spirits bring. 
 And none be found to hear, or save. 
 
 p 4 In that lone land of deep despair 
 
 No Sabbath's heav'nly light shall rise ; 
 No God regard your bitter prayer, 
 No Savior call yoii to the skies. 
 
 5 No wonders to the dead are shown, — 
 The wonders of redeeming love ; — 
 
 No voice his glorious truth makes known, 
 Nor sings the bliss of climes above. 
 
 6 Silence,^and solitude, and gloom 
 In these forgetful realms appear ; 
 Deep sorrows fill the dismal tomb. 
 
 And hope shall never enter there ! dwight. 
 
PSALM 88. 199 
 
 Third Version. — 7 S^- 6. Zanesville, Miss, Hymn, 
 Pleading with God in Trouble, 
 Aff 1 O GOD of my salvation. 
 How often have I sighed. 
 And pour'd my lamentation, 
 And for thy mercy cried ? 
 My soul is full of trouble. 
 My life draws nigh to death: 
 My joys depart like stubble, 
 I sink with gasping breath. 
 
 2 Why should thy wrath oppress me, 
 O'erwhelming with its waves? 
 Hast Thou no heart to bless me, 
 No mighty arm, that saves? 
 Deep in the pit of sorrow. 
 In darkness do I lie ; 
 No comfort can I borrow. 
 No help, no friend is nigh. 
 
 S No longer let thy thunders 
 mp Peal dreadful o'er my head : 
 — In darkness can thy wonders 
 
 Wake praises from the dead? 
 Aff Ah, who in utter blindness 
 
 Can see thy works, O God ! 
 
 And who can speak thy kindness. 
 
 That sleeps beneath the clod ? 
 
 mp 4 Lover and friend disparted. 
 
 And torn from my embrace, 
 
 My joys, my peace departed, — 
 
 O, grant me yet thy grace ! 
 mf To Thee I lift my prayer. 
 
 To Thee, God, I cry ; 
 
 O, check this dark despair, 
 < And bring salvation nigh I allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 8 <§' 75. Sicily, Mi, Vernon. 
 
 Prayer in Affliction, 
 Aff 1 LORD, the God of my salvation, 
 
 Day and night I've cried to Thee ; 
 
 Still my soul in deep prostration. 
 
 Humbly seeks thy mercy free ! 
 
200 PSALM 89. 
 
 2 By thy waves I'm now afflicted. 
 Waves of trouble o'er my soul ; — 
 Of my sin I'm deep convicted, — 
 Waves of guilty conscience roll ! 
 
 p 3 Far away my friend and lover 
 Hast Thou put in lowly grave : 
 When shall I that friend recover? 
 When rise o'er the high swoll'n wave? 
 
 4 Must I too in narrow dwelling 
 Soon take up my drear abode? — 
 But of Thee what tongue is telling 
 In that darkness, — O my God? 
 
 aflf 5 O have pity! Lord, now spare me! 
 
 From these depths in mercy bring ; 
 
 O'er these waves of sorrow bear me ; 
 mf Then thy praise Til ever sing! allen. 
 
 89. First Ver. — L. M. Windham, Hebron, 
 Death and the Resurrection. 
 Affl REMEMBER, Lord, our mortal state, 
 How frail our life, how short the date! 
 Where is the man, who draws his breath, 
 Safe from disease, secure from death? 
 
 2 Lord, while we see whole nations die, 
 Our flesh and sense repine and cry, 
 
 mp "Must death forever rage and reign? 
 
 And hast Thou made mankind in vain? 
 
 3 "Where is thy promise to the just? 
 Are not thy servants turn'd to dust? " 
 
 — But faith forbids these mournful sighs, 
 
 < And sees the sleeping dust arise ! 
 
 mf 4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day 
 Wipes the reproach of saints away, 
 And clears the honor of thy word: — 
 
 f Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord ! watts 
 
 Second VersioxV. — L. P. M. Si. Helens, Midian 
 Death and the Resurrection. 
 Aff 1 THINK, mighty God, on feeble man ; 
 How few his hours, how short his span ? 
 
PSALM 89. 201 
 
 Short from the cradle to the grave: — 
 Who can secure his vital breath 
 Against the rude assaults of death. 
 
 With skill to fly, or pow'r to save? 
 
 2 Lord, shall it be forever said. 
 The race of man was only made 
 
 For sickness, sorrow, and the dust? 
 Are not thy servants day by day 
 Sent to their graves, and turn'd to clay ? 
 
 Lord, Where's thy kindness to the just? 
 
 3 Hast Thou not promis'd to thy Son, 
 And all his seed, a heav'nly crown ? 
 
 But flesh and sense indulge despair: 
 mf Forever blessed be the Lord, 
 
 That faith can read his holy word. 
 And find a Resurrection there ! 
 
 4 Forever blessed be the Lord, 
 Who gives his saints a long reward 
 
 For all their toil, reproach and pain. 
 Let all below and all above 
 Join to proclaim thy wondrous love, 
 f < And each repeat their loud Amen, watts. 
 
 Third Version. — L. M. Walton, Winchester. 
 
 Majesty of God, 
 
 mf 1 O GOD of hosts! no arm, but thine, 
 Can move the mighty orbs above. 
 Or pour the light, with which they shine. 
 The glorious emblems of thy love ! 
 
 2 Thine are yon countless worlds on high. 
 And thine this earthly ball below ; — 
 The land, the sea, the gleaming sky, 
 With all their hosts, thy glories show. 
 
 3 Thy strong right hand, thy mighty arm 
 Strikes down the proudest of thy foes. 
 But shields thy servants from all harm; 
 And thus thy truth and mercy shows. 
 
 4 How blessed are thy people, Lord, 
 mp Who hear the sweet and joyful sound 
 
SOS PSALM 89. 
 
 Of grace and goodness from thy word? 
 f Forever shall their songs resound ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — C. M. Spencer. Medfield. 
 Majesty of God. 
 
 1 WITH rev'rence should thy saints appear. 
 And bow before Thee, Lord ! 
 
 Thy high commands with rev'rence hear, 
 And tremble at thy word ! 
 
 2 The northern pole and southern rest 
 On thy supporting hand ; 
 Darkness and day from east to west 
 Move round at thy command. 
 
 mf 3 Thy words the raging winds control. 
 
 And rule the boist'rous deep ; 
 X Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll, 
 >• The rolling billows sleep. 
 
 — 4 Justice and judgment are thy throne, 
 
 Yet wondrous is thy grace, 
 
 While truth and mercy, join'd in one, 
 
 Invite us near thy face. watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — C. M. Beverly. Marlow. 
 Blessed Gospel. 
 1 BLEST are the souls, who hear and know 
 The gospel's joyful sound ; 
 Peace shall attend the paths, they go, 
 And light their steps surround ; 
 
 mp 2 Pure is the joy, their spirits drink 
 Through their Redeemer's name ; 
 o Nor can their rock-built hope e'er sink, 
 
 — O'erwhelming them with shame. 
 
 8 The Lord our confidence sustains, — 
 He strength and glory gives ; 
 mf Israel ! thy King forever reigns. 
 
 Thy God forever lives ! watts. 
 
PSALM 90. 203 
 
 90. First Version. — L. M. Mediuay, Nazareth. 
 Man mortal, God eternal. 
 
 1 THROUGH every age, eternal God, 
 Thou art our rest, — our safe abode ; 
 High was thy throne, ere heav'n was made, 
 Or earth thy humble footstool laid. 
 
 2 Long Thou didst reign, ere time began. 
 Or dust was fashion 'd into man ; 
 
 And long thy kingdom shall endure, 
 When time shall cease, still firm and sure. 
 
 mp 3 But man, — weak man, — is bom to die, 
 Made up of guilt and vanity ; 
 Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, is just, — 
 "Return, ye sinners, to your dust! " 
 
 4 Death, like an overflowing stream, 
 Sweeps us away 5 — our life's a dream, — 
 An empty tale, — a morning flower, — 
 Cut down, and wither'd in an hour ! 
 
 aff 5 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man. 
 And kindly lengthen out our span, 
 Till a wise care of piety 
 Fit us to die and dwell with Thee ! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Somers. Salisbury, 
 Mortality of Man. 
 mf 1 THOU art our moveless rock, O Lord, 
 
 From age to age, unchanged, the same j 
 Before the mountains, at thy word. 
 Or earth, or stars in being came. 
 Thou art the God of majesty. 
 Both from and to eternity. 
 
 mp 2 Thou say'st to man, "to dust return," 
 And bidd'st man's generations die ; 
 
 But while our fleeting life we mourn, 
 A thousand years are to thine eye 
 
 But yesterday, when past in flight, 
 
 Or as a transient watch of night. 
 
 3 Man comes forth as the morning flower j — 
 mf Then it is green and flourishing. 
 
204 PSALM 90. 
 
 — But soon it feels a blasting power ; — 
 mp At evening 't is a wither'd thing ; — 
 
 — So Lord, thy breath wastes us away. 
 And we soon pass to night from day. 
 
 4 Thou dost our sins before Thee place. 
 
 Our secret sins before thy sight ; 
 
 Therefore our days have fled apace, 
 
 Our years depart as meteor's light; — 
 And if threescore and ten we gain, 
 Yet soon they're gone, in toil and pain ! 
 
 ALLEN, 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Ferry, Lutzen. 
 Men frail ; God eternal, 
 Aff 1 OUR God, our help in ages past. 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 Our shelter from the stormy blast. 
 And our eternal home ! 
 
 2 Beneath the shadow of thy throne 
 Thy saints have dwelt secure ; — 
 mf Suihcient is thine arm alone. 
 And our defence is sure ! 
 
 — 3 Time, like an ever-rolling stream. 
 
 Bears all its sons away ; 
 They fly, forgotten, as a dream 
 Dies at the op'ning day. 
 
 aff 4 Our God, our help in ages past, 
 Our hope in years to come. 
 Be Thou our guard, while troubles last, 
 And our eternal home ! watts* 
 
 Fourth Version. — C. M. Medjield. Dundee. 
 Breathing after Heaven, 
 
 Aff 1 RETURN, O God of love, return; 
 Earth is a tiresome place : 
 How long shall we, thy children, mourn 
 Our absence from thy face ? 
 
 2 Let heav'n succeed our painful years. 
 Let sin and sorrow cease, 
 And, in proportion to our tears. 
 So make our joys increase. 
 
PSALM 90. 205 
 
 3 Thy wonders to thy servants show. 
 Make thy own work complete ; 
 
 mf Then shall our souls thy glory know, 
 And own^ thy love was great. 
 
 4 Then shall we shine before thy throne, 
 All glorious, like our Lord, 
 
 And the poor service, we have done, 
 Meet a divine reward ! watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — S. M. Boylston, Lathrop, 
 Frailty of Life, 
 mp 1 LORD, what a feeble piece 
 Is this, our mortal frame ? 
 Our life, — how poor a trifle 'tis. 
 That scarce deserves the name. 
 
 2 Our moments fly apace. 
 Nor will our minutes stay ; 
 Just like a flood, our hasty days 
 Are sweeping us away. 
 
 — 3 Well, if our days must fly, 
 
 We'll keep their end in sight. 
 
 We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, 
 
 mf And let them speed their flight ! 
 
 mp 4 They'll sooner waft us o'er 
 
 This life's tempestuous sea : — 
 
 Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore 
 
 Of blest Eternity ! watts. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 75. Prentiss, Edyjield, 
 Mortality of Man, 
 mf 1 ERE the mountains lifted high 
 Their proud summits to the sky. 
 Ere the earth was man's abode, 
 Thou wast. Lord, th' eternal God! 
 
 mp 2 Man Thou turnest to the grave; 
 
 From his doom no pow'r can save: 
 
 As the rivers seek the sea. 
 
 So rush mortals, Lord, to Thee ! 
 
 3 They're like grass, which now is seen, 
 In the mom, in dewy green, 
 18 
 
206 PSALM 91. 
 
 But, ere evening spreads its shade. 
 Cut down, wither'd in the blade. 
 
 4 Lord, thy sentence sad is just; 
 Guilt doth smite us to the dust: — 
 — Teach us so to count our days. 
 As to walk in wisdom's ways. 
 
 aff 5 Ere we quit this mortal sphere, — 
 
 Let thy saving love appear, — 
 
 Glory to our children^show, — 
 mf Let the world thy mercy know I allen. 
 
 91. First Ver.— L. M. Stonefield. St Peter's. 
 Safety in public Perils. 
 n 1 HE, who hath made his refuge God, 
 Shall find a most secure abode ; 
 Shall walk all day beneath his shade, 
 And there, at night, shall rest his head. 
 
 2 Then will I say, ^'My God, thy power 
 Shall be my fortress and my tower ; 
 I, that am form'd of feeble dust. 
 Make thine almighty arm my trust." 
 
 3 Thrice happy man \ — thy Maker's care 
 mp Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare,- 
 
 Satan, the fowler, who betrays 
 Unguarded souls a thousand ways. 
 
 4 If vapors, with malignant breath, 
 Rise thick, and scatter midnight death ; 
 Israel is safe 1 — The poison'd air 
 Grows pure, if Israel's God be there. 
 
 — 5 But if the fire, or plague, or sword 
 Receive commission from the Lord 
 To strike bis saints among the rest, — 
 Their very pains and deaths are blest ! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. JVottingham. Princeton^ 
 Protection ; Guardianship of Angels* 
 1 YE sons of men, a feeble race, 
 Expos'd to ev'ry snare. 
 
PSALM 91. 207 
 
 Come, make the Lord your dwelling place. 
 And try, and trust his care. 
 
 2 No ill shall enter, where you dwell ; 
 Or, if the plague come nigh, 
 
 And sweep the wicked down to hell, — 
 'T will raise his saints on high . 
 
 3 He'll give his angels charge to keep 
 Your feet in all their ways, 
 
 To watch your pillow, while you sleep, 
 
 And guard your happy days. wi.TTS. 
 
 Third Version. — S. M. Boylston, Olmutz, 
 Perfect Safety in God, 
 mf 1 OF Thee I'll say, O Lord, 
 In confidence of love. 
 My rock and refuge is thy word, — 
 < Firm as the heav'ns above ! 
 
 mp 2 From cunning fowler's snare, 
 From pestilential breath 
 My soul is shielded by thy care, 
 And sav'd from shafts of death. 
 
 3 Beneath thy wings outspread 
 Securely will I rest. 
 
 Nor aught of evil ever dread. 
 If with thy favor blest. 
 
 4 No direful form by night, 
 Nor arrow's point by day 
 
 Shall ever strike me with affright, 
 Or whelm me with dismay. 
 
 5 Though thousands at my side 
 Fall hopeless to the grave, 
 
 mf Th' almighty arm, to me allied, 
 
 My soul will surely save ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 7s. Prentiss. Edijfield. 
 Safety in God. 
 II 1 HE, who with his God doth dwell, 
 Shall beneath his shade abide : 
 He his hope assur'd shall tell, — 
 ''God's my Refuge, where I hide!" 
 
208 PSALM 92. 
 
 2 Thee from deadly snare He'll save, 
 Thee from fatal pestilence ; 
 Broad o^er thee his feathers wave. 
 His firm truth is thy defence. 
 
 S Thousands fall down at thy side. 
 But it ne'er comes nigh to thee ; 
 Thoushalt see, though he deride, 
 What the sinner's doom shall be ! 
 
 4 "O Jehovah ! I will make 
 
 Thee my Rock and castled Tower!" — 
 Safely shalt thou sleep and wake, 
 Shielded from each evil power. 
 
 5 Angels bear thee on their wings, 
 Lest thou dash against a stone ; 
 Heedless of the adder's stings 
 Thou shalt tread the dragon do^vn. 
 
 6 "Trusting me," Jehovah says, 
 "I will rescue him from wo ; 
 
 I will hear him, when he prays, m\ 
 
 My salvation shall he know!" allen," 
 
 92. First Ver. — L. M. Orford. Hingham. 
 
 Worship of God: the Lord's Day. 
 
 mp 1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, 
 
 To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing, 
 
 To show thy love by morning light. 
 
 And talk of all thy truth at night. 
 
 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 
 
 No mortal cares shall seize my breast ; 
 
 — O, may my heart in tune be found, 
 Like David's harp, of solemn sound! 
 
 mf 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, ■ I 
 
 And bless his works, and bless his word ; 1 
 
 Thy works of grace, how bright they shine? 
 How deep thy counsels, how divine ? 
 
 — 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high ; 
 
 Like brutes they live, — like brutes they die ; 
 Like grass they flourish, till thy breath 
 > Blast them in everlasting death. 
 
PSALM 92. 209 
 
 mf 5 But I shall share a glorious part. 
 
 When grace hath well refin'd my heart, 
 And fresh supplies of joy are shed. 
 Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 
 
 6 Then shall I see, and hear, and know 
 All I desir'd or wish'd below. 
 And ev'ry pow'r find sweet employ 
 f In that eternal world of joy ! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — H. M. JVeivbiiry. Murray, 
 
 The Lord's Day: Praise to God, 
 mp 1 HOW calm this day of rest? 
 How pure the sabbath's light? 
 I'll praise Thee with the blest, 
 With sweetness of delight : 
 f Thy praise the voice shall echo round, 
 -O With deep ton'd organ's solemn sound ! 
 
 — 2 Lord ! thy works are great, 
 Thy thoughts are very deep ! 
 Ah! who can estimate 
 The counsels, Thou dost keep? 
 What mortal man can comprehend 
 Thy ways unbounded, — without end? 
 
 mp' S The wicked, flourishing, 
 
 Refusing Thee to own, 
 
 Are like the grass of spring. 
 
 By sweeping scythe cut down : 
 They are destroyed by thy power, 
 By Thee, Most high forevermore 1 
 
 mf 4 But men, whom Thou dost know. 
 
 In whom Thou dost delight. 
 
 Like tallest cedars grow 
 
 On proud Libanus' height: 
 Within thy house they strike their root. 
 And in old age shall still bear fruit ! allen. 
 
 Third Version — Is. Grant. TVihnoL 
 Daily Worship of God. 
 mf 1 O, HOW good and excellent. 
 With a glad and high intent^ 
 18» 
 
210 PSALM 92. 
 
 Lord J thy name to celebrate, 
 Thee to praise, supremely great ! 
 
 2 Thee to praise with morning light, 
 And thy faithfulness at night ; 
 On the harp with solemn sound 
 Thy high praises to resound? 
 
 S Vast thy works, mine eye surveys! 
 O, how wonderful thy ways, 
 With'ring to the sinner's pride, 
 But with goodness e'er allied! 
 
 mp 4 Like the palm, with leaves outspread, 
 Lifting high its beauteous head, 
 Grow the righteous ; like the tree 
 On Libanus waving free ! 
 
 5 In old age still fruit they bear, 
 Nourish'd in thy courts with care: 
 Still thy name they celebrate, 
 Thee they praise, supremely great ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — lOs. S^ lis. Osborne. Lyons. 
 Worship of God, ivho blesseth the Righteous, 
 
 mi 1 'T IS good to give thanks to God in the sky, 
 'T is good to extol thy name, O most High, 
 To show forth thy kindness with each morning's light, 
 Thy faithfulness too with the dark coming night: 
 
 2 'Tis good on the ten-stringed harp and guitar 
 To sound forth, O Lord, thy praises afar ; 
 
 For Thou, by thy work, dost now make me rejoice, 
 And I will exult with my heart and my voice. 
 
 3 How great and how wondrous. Lord, are thy works? 
 mp Thy counsel, how deep in darkness it lurks? 
 
 — The brutish do not thy designs understand. 
 
 Nor fools e'er acknowledge thy all-swaying hand. 
 
 4 When wicked men spring and flourish as grass, 
 mp As quickly they fade and from the earth pass ; 
 
 — But Thou, O Jehovah, abidest fore'er, 
 
 And Thou to the good man wilt always be near. 
 
 5 The righteous do grow, as palm tree uprears, 
 They flourish like cedar, Lebanon bears ; 
 
PSALM 93. Sll 
 
 tn house of the Lord they are planted andgro^, 
 Their flourishing state all, that see them, may know. 
 
 6 They still do shoot forth, though far gone in years. 
 With greenness of leaf ; — their fruit too appears ; 
 To show, that Jehovah is good and upright. 
 With him is no darkness, but all is pure light! allen. 
 
 93. First Version.— L. M. DuJce Str, 8t Pauls. 
 
 God the eternal Sovereign. 
 
 1 JEHOVAH reigns ; He dwells in light, 
 Girded with majesty and might 5 — 
 The world, created by his hands. 
 
 Still on its first foundation stands. 
 
 2 But, ere this spacious world was made, 
 Or had its first foundations laid, 
 
 mf Thy throne eternal ages stood, 
 Thyself the ever-living God! 
 
 3 Like floods the angiy nations rise, 
 And aim their rage against the skies ; 
 
 mp Vain floods, that aim their rage so high ! 
 >- At thy rebuke the billows die ! 
 
 mf 4 Forever shall thy throne endure ; 
 Thy promise stands forever sure ; 
 And everlasting holiness 
 Becomes the dwelling of thy grace! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Arnheim, Old Hundred. 
 God^s Dominion and Majesty, 
 
 1 JEHOVAH reigns, exalted high. 
 The Lord of strength and majesty: 
 He rear'd the fabric of the world. 
 And in its circling path-way hurl'd. 
 
 2 Thy throne, O God, is fix'd of old. 
 From depths of distant time untold ; 
 Through all thy works thy pow'r shines bright, 
 And none can meet thine arm of might. 
 
 mf 3 The ocean floods lift up their voice, 
 And mingle with the torrent's noise ; — 
 
212 PSALM 93. 
 
 mp Thy word shall calm the troubled shore, 
 More mighty, than the ocean's roar. 
 
 — 4 Thy testimonies, Lord, are sure ; 
 Thy truth forever shall endure ; 
 And holiness becomes the place. 
 Where Thou dost dwell in pow'r and grace. 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 Third Version. — S. P. M. Dudley, Dalston. 
 God^s Power, 
 It 1 THE Lord Jehovah reigns, 
 And royal state maintains, 
 
 His head with awful glories crown'd ; 
 Array 'd in robes of light, 
 Begirt with sovereign might, 
 And rays of majesty around. 
 
 '2 In vain the noisy crowd, 
 Like billows fierce and loud. 
 
 Against thine empire rage and roar ; 
 In vain with angry spite 
 The surly nations fight. 
 
 And dash like waves against the shor^.. 
 
 :S Let angry nations rage. 
 And all their pow'rs engage ; 
 
 Let swelling tides assault the sky^ 
 The terrors of thy frown 
 Shall beat thejir madness down ; — 
 
 Thy throne forever stands on high^. 
 
 4 Thy promises are true. 
 Thy grace is ever new ; 
 
 There fix'd, thy church shall oe^jcr remove? 
 Thy saints with holy fear 
 :Shall in thy courts appear, 
 ^nd sing thine everlasting Jove! watts, 
 
 'Fourth Version. — 10 & lis. Osborne., Lyons. 
 Majesty of God, 
 1 IN goodness and Jove God reigneth on high. 
 He reigneth above, beyond the blue sky ; 
 With majesty gleanwng. He girds himself round, 
 JHis glorj outstreaming, his fp^s to confound. 
 
 II 
 
PSALM 94. 213 
 
 2 The world He hath made ; none moves it but He ; 
 Its beauty display 'd, his might we may see ; 
 
 His throne is ail-glorious, and ever endures, 
 His name, all-victorious, his servants assures. 
 
 3 The floods all in vain have lifted their voice, 
 Their waves dash in vain with bellowing noise : 
 The Lord, high enthroned, is stronger than they. 
 The ocean, deep toned, his word doth obey. 
 
 4 How sure is thy word, how fix'd thy command ? 
 How firm, O our Lord, thy purposes stand ? 
 Then all should adore Thee, like angels above, 
 
 And bow down before Thee, with awe and with love ! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 94. First Version, — L. M. Hebron. Ward, 
 God all-seeing and Righteous* 
 
 Aff 1 HOW long shall wicked men, O Lord, 
 Utter the proud and scornful word.^ 
 How long thine heritage oppress^ 
 And, cruel, slay the fatherless ? 
 
 — 2 The Lord, they say, shall ne'er behold: — 
 II But why, ye fools, so blindly bold? 
 
 Shall He, who form'd man's curious eye, 
 Not see man's conduct from on high? 
 
 3 Shall He, who form'd the hollow ear, 
 The voice of wickedness not hear? 
 Shall He, w ho gave the world its light. 
 His mansion have in rayless night ? 
 
 aff 4 Sure, God man's inmost thoughts must know ; 
 And he is blest, ^vho feels the blow, 
 Mindful of sorrow's kind design. 
 And, chasten'd, learns the law divine ! allen. 
 
 Second Version — C. M. Dundee. Patmos, 
 Deliverance from Temptation. 
 
 1 WHO will arise, and plead my right 
 Against my num'rous foes ; 
 While earth and hell their force unite, 
 And all my hopes oppose ? 
 
214 PSALM 94, 95. 
 
 2 Had not the Lord, — my Help, my Rock, — 
 Sustained my fainting head, 
 My life had felt a fatal shock. 
 My soul been with the dead. 
 
 > 3 While floods of dark and mournful thought 
 
 Within my bosom roll, 
 — Thy boundless love forgiveness brought ; 
 < Thy comforts cheer my soul. 
 
 4 Povi^'rs of iniquity may rise, 
 And frame pernicious laws ; 
 
 But God, my refuge, rules the skies, 
 
 He will defend my cause ! watts. 
 
 Third Version. — 7*. Prentiss. Edyfield. 
 Goifs Omniscience and Justice. 
 tf 1 THOU, to whom revenge belongs, 
 Mark, O God, all human wrongs. 
 Check the loftiness of pride, 
 Scatter evil doers wide ! 
 2 Lord, how long shall men oppress 
 Widows and the fatherless. 
 And on strangers fix a yoke, 
 Which is never to be broke ? 
 
 5 Longer shall th' impious, Lord, 
 Utter boastful, scornful word, — 
 
 That Thou seest not with thine eyes? — 
 When, ye fools, will ye be wise? 
 
 4 He, that form'd the hollow ear. 
 Shall He not each whisper hear? 
 He, that form'd the crystal eye, 
 Sees He not from yonder sky? 
 
 5 God, th' omniscient Pow'r, discerns 
 Sinners in their guilty turns, — 
 And in great, last, reck'ningday 
 
 Drives them from his throne away! allen. 
 
 95. First Ver. — L. M. Lancaster. Uxbndge, 
 Worship: Canaan lost. 
 I COME, let our voices join to raise 
 A sacred song of solemn praise : 
 
PSALM 95. 215 
 
 God is a sov'reign King, rehearse 
 His honors in exalted verse. 
 
 mp 2 Come, let us hear his voice to day. 
 The counsels of his love obey ; 
 Nor let our harden'd hearts renew 
 The sins and plagues, that Israel knew. 
 
 8 Look back, my soul, with holy dread^ 
 And view those ancient rebels dead: 
 Accept th' ofFer'd grace to day. 
 Nor lose the blessing by delay. 
 
 mf 4 Seize the kind promise, while it waitg, 
 And march to Zion's heav'nly gates : 
 Believe, — and take the promis'd rest ; 
 Obey, — and be forever blest! watts* 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Jlppleton. Vxbridge^ 
 Praise to God, 
 n 10 COME, loud anthems let us sing. 
 Loud thanks to our almighty King, 
 < For we our voices high should raise, 
 When our salvation's Rock we praise. 
 
 2 For God, the Lord, enthron'd in state. 
 Is with unrivalPd glory great, 
 
 A King superior far to all, 
 
 Whom gods the heathen falsely calL 
 
 3 The depths of earth are in his hand, — 
 The rolling sea at his command ; — 
 
 The strength of hills, that reach the skies,. 
 
 Subjected to his empire lies, 
 mp 4 In these, his courts, do we appear. 
 
 To offer our thanksgivings here ; 
 mf To Him we bring in joyful songs 
 
 The praise, that to his name belongs i tate* 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Santee* Marlow. 
 Praise to God: Reverent Worship, 
 Major, 
 mf 1 SING to the Lord Jehovah's name. 
 And in his strength rejoice ; 
 When his salvation we proclaim,, 
 Exalted be our voice. 
 
216 PSALM 95. 
 
 2 With thanks approach his awful sight, 
 And psalms of honor sing ; 
 The Lord's a God of boundless might, 
 The whole creation's King. 
 
 8 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, 
 Lies in his spacious hand ; 
 He fix'd the seas, what bounds to keep. 
 And where the hills must stand. 
 
 4 Come, and with humble souls adore. 
 Come, kneel before his face ; 
 O, may the creatures of his power 
 Be children of his grace. 
 Minor. 
 mp 5 Now is the time, He bends his ear, 
 And waits for your request ; 
 Come, lest He soon refuse to hear, 
 And ye shall lose his rest ! watts. 
 
 Fourth Version. — S. M. Bender, Lisbon. 
 Worship of God. 
 f 1 COME, sound his praise abroad, 
 And hymns of glory sing ; 
 Jehovah is the sov'reign God, 
 The universal King. 
 
 2 He form'd the deeps unknown ; 
 He gave the seas their bound ; 
 The wat'ry worlds are all his own, 
 And all the solid ground. 
 
 mp 3 Come, worship at his throne, 
 
 Come, bow before the Lord: 
 — We are his works, and not our own, 
 
 He form'd us by his word. 
 
 4 To day attend his voice. 
 Nor dare provoke his rod ; 
 Come, like the people of his choice, 
 And own your gracious God ! watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — 75. Hamilton, Wilmot, 
 Praise to God, 
 mf 1 COME, come, and let us sing 
 Praises to our heav'nly King ; 
 
PSALM 95. 217 
 
 Our salvation's rock extol ; 
 ff Let his praise in thunders roll ! 
 
 mf 2 Come, and praise Him with your voice ; 
 Make with psalms a joyful noise! 
 God, the Lord on high, is great, 
 Thron'd above in royal state ! 
 
 3 In his hand are places deep ; 
 His the tow'ring mountains steep ; 
 His the sea, which He hath made. 
 His the land, in green arrayed. 
 
 mp 4 Come, and let us humbly bow, 
 
 Come, before the Lord bend low ; 
 He's our God ; — O then, to day, 
 
 mf Gladly praise Him, and obey! allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — Gs. Chaplin, Alps, 
 Exhortation to worship God, 
 mf 1 UNTO the house of God 
 Let us, his people, flock, 
 And praise thence sound abroad 
 
 To our salvation's Rock : — 
 The Lord, our God, is great, 
 Enthron'd in high estate ! 
 
 2 His are earth's caverns deep. 
 
 And hills, in strength that stand, 
 The depths, where waters sleep, 
 
 And his the firm, dry land : — 
 These and their hosts He made, 
 And thus his pow'r displayed. 
 
 3 O, come, then, and bow down. 
 
 Before Jehovah kneel ; 
 mp Come, lest ye meet his frown. 
 And his displeasure feel: — 
 0, come, to gain his rest, 
 And be forever blest ! allen. 
 
 Seventh Version. — 6 & 4. Dort. Italian Hymn, 
 Worship of God. 
 M 10, COME, and let us sing 
 Unto the Lord, our King, 
 19 
 
218 PSALM 96. 
 
 Rock of our might ! 
 Exulting we'll rejoice, 
 And make melodious noise. 
 Singing with loudest voice 
 
 Songs of delight ! 
 
 2 The Lord, our God, is great. 
 And glorious in estate, 
 
 Thron'd in the sky : 
 His is the ocean deep. 
 And vales, where torrents sweep. 
 And his the mountain steep. 
 Giant-like high. 
 
 mp 3 O, come, and let us bow, 
 
 And humbly kneel down low, 
 
 Praising the Lord ! 
 He with a shepherd's care 
 Leads us in pastures fair ; 
 And ever shall we share 
 
 Joys from his word! allen. 
 
 96, First Ver.— L. P. M. JS'ashville, St. Helens, 
 The God of the Gentiles, 
 
 1 LET all the earth their voices raise 
 To sing the choicest song of praise. 
 
 To sing and bless Jehovah's name: 
 His glor}- let the heathen know ; 
 His wonders to the nations show. 
 
 And all his saving works proclaim. 
 
 2 He fram'd the globe. He built the sky. 
 He made the shining worlds on high. 
 
 And reigns complete in glory there : 
 His beams are majesty and light ; 
 His beauties, how divinely bright.'* 
 
 His temple, how divinely fair.'* 
 
 mf 8 Come, the great day, — the glorious hour. 
 When earth shall feel his saving power, 
 And barb'rous nations fear his name ; 
 Then shall the race of men confess 
 The beauty of his holiness. 
 
 And in his courts his grace proclaim! watts. 
 
 il 
 
PSALM 96. 219 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Marlow, Santee. 
 ChrisVs Coming. 
 u 1 SING to the Lord, ye distant lands, 
 Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue ; 
 His new discover'd grace demands 
 A new and nobler song. 
 
 2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, 
 God's own almighty Son ; 
 
 mp His pow'r the sinking world sustains, 
 — And grace surrounds his throne. 
 
 3 Let an unusual joy surprise 
 The islands of the sea ; — 
 
 Ye mountains, sink, — ye valleys, rise, — 
 mf Prepare the Lord his way ! 
 
 4 Behold, He comes, — He comes to bless 
 The nations as their God, 
 
 To show the world his righteousness, 
 And send his truth abroad! 
 
 5 But, when his voice shall raise the dead, 
 And bid the world draw near, 
 
 mp How will the guilty nations dread 
 
 To see their Judge appear] watts. 
 
 Third Version. — 75. Palmer. Turin. 
 Joyful Praise to God, 
 f M 1 SING a new and grateful song, 
 
 Song of praise, O earth, to God! — 
 Vales and hills I his praise prolong ; 
 < Ocean! roll his praise abroad: 
 
 Saints, extol his holy name, 
 Loud salvation's joys proclaim! 
 
 f 1 1 2 God is great, — supreme in might, 
 High enthron'd beyond the sky, 
 Cloth'd in dazzling beams of light, 
 Deck'd with glorious majesty: — 
 Give the Lord the glory due. 
 Worship Him, whose word is true ! 
 
 3 Say among the heathen throng, — 
 ''God, th' Almighty, reigns above. 
 
220 PSALM 97. 
 
 Come, and join your grateful song. 
 Come, and taste redeeming love! 
 Satan's kingdom soon must fall, — 
 Jesus triumphs over all!" 
 
 4 Fields and forest trees, rejoice ! — 
 Let earth's hosts exult and sing ; 
 Let the heav'ns lift up their voice, 
 
 Jesus reigns their Lord and King: 
 Lo, He comes his saints to bless, 
 Judgini? all in righteousness ! allew . 
 
 97. First Version. — L. M. Monmouth. Mcdway. 
 Christ the sovereign Judge, 
 f I HE reipis, the Lord, the Savior, reigns ! 
 Praise Him in evangelic strains: 
 Let distant islands lift their voice, 
 And the whole earth in songs rejoice. 
 2 Deep are his counsels and unknown. 
 But grace and truth support his throne: 
 Though gloomy clouds his ways surround. 
 Justice is their eternal ground. 
 mp 3 In robes of judgment, lo, He comes! 
 
 Shakes the wide earth, and cleaves the tombs! 
 
 — Before Him burns devouring fire ; 
 
 > The mountains melt, — the seas retire ! 
 
 — 4 His enemies, with sore dismay. 
 
 Fly from the sight, and shun the day : 
 •< Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high, 
 f And sing, for your redemption's nigh! watts. 
 
 SecOxND Version. — L. M. Blendon. Arnheim, 
 Chrisfs Incarnation. 
 mf 1 THE Lord is come : the heav'ns proclaim 
 His birth ; — the nations learn his name: 
 An unknown star directs the road 
 Of eastern sages to their God. 
 
 2 All ye bright armies of the skies ! 
 Go, worship, where the Savior lies ; — 
 Angels and kings ! — before Him bow, — 
 Those gods on high and gods below. 
 
PSALM 97. 221 
 
 3 Let idols totter to the ground, 
 
 And their own worshippers confound ; 
 f But Judah shout, — but Zion sing, 
 
 And earth confess her sovereign King! watts. 
 
 Third Version. — L. M. Brewer, Uxbridsi'e, 
 
 o 
 Grace and Glory, 
 
 1 TH' Almighty reigns, exalted high 
 O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky: 
 Though clouds and darkness veil his feet, 
 His dwelling is the mercy-seat. 
 
 2 O, ye, who love his holy name, 
 Hate ev'ry work of sin and shame : 
 He guards the souls of all his friends, 
 And from the snares of hell defends. 
 
 xnf 3 Immortal light and joys unknown 
 
 Are for the saints in darkness sown ; 
 Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise. 
 And the bright harvest bless our eyes, 
 
 4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record 
 The sacred honors of the Lord, 
 His name of love extol and bless, 
 
 And triumph in his holiness. watts. 
 
 Fourth Ver. — L. M. Warrington, Winchester, 
 
 God the Support of Zion. 
 mf 1 GOD reigns, — let all the earth rejoice. 
 And sea girt-isles lift up their voice ; — 
 Though clouds surround Him, yet his throne 
 Is built on righteousness alone. 
 
 mp 2 His swift-wing'd lightnings from the skies 
 Smite down his boldest enemies ; 
 The nations, dazzled at the sight. 
 Tremble before the God of might ! 
 
 — 3 Zion, triumphant, is made glad. 
 
 Though all her humbled foes ai'e sad ; 
 All idols totter to the ground, 
 f While Zion's shouts are heard around ! 
 
 — 4 Thus light for righteous men is sown, 
 
 And gladness, by them only known ; 
 19* 
 
222 PSALM 97, 98. 
 
 m( Then in the Lord exult, ye good, 
 
 And pour your hearts in thankful flood! allen. 
 
 Fifth Version. — C. M. Littlejield, St, Johns, 
 God^s Majesty. 
 1 LET earth rejoice, for God alone 
 Rules the wide world with might : 
 Dark clouds surround his lofty throne, 
 Yet all his ways are right. 
 
 mf 2 His angry thunders, long and loud, 
 
 Diffuse a mighty dread ; 
 
 His lightnings leap out from the cloud, 
 > And strike the sinner dead. 
 
 mp 3 The hills, like wax, now melt away 
 Before th' avenging Lord ; 
 His righteous pow'r the heav'ns display. 
 The terrors of his word ! 
 
 4 Fear not, ye friends of God on high, 
 He guards you with his might ; 
 mf Gladness breaks on you from the sky, 
 
 Bright beams of heav'nly light! allen. 
 
 98. First Version. — C. M. Dedham. Marlow 
 Messiah^ s Coming and Kingdom. 
 II 1 JOY to the world ; the Lord is come! 
 Let earth receive her Kin^: 
 Let ev'ry heart prepare Him room, 
 And heav'n and nature sing. 
 
 2 Joy to the earth ; — the Savior reigns ! 
 Let men their songs employ, 
 While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains 
 o Repeat the sounding joy ! 
 
 — 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow. 
 Nor thorns infest the ground ; 
 He comes to make his blessings flow 
 Far as the curse is found. 
 
 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 
 And makes the nations prove 
 
PSALM 98. 223 
 
 The glories of his righteousness. 
 
 And wonders of his love ! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — 7s. Wilmot, Southampton^ 
 Songs to God. 
 If 1 LET the harp your hands employ. 
 Sing new songs of praise and joy ; 
 God hath glorious wonders done. 
 And his arm hath vict'ry won. 
 
 2 God his great salvation shows, 
 Scatt'ring wide his banded foes, 
 To his servants from above 
 Giving tokens of his love. 
 
 f < 3 Pom*, then, organ's solemn sound, 
 Let the harp-strings quick rebound, 
 Lift up grateful, loudest praise, 
 
 <o Joyful songs of honor raise ! 
 
 f 4 Let the sea in gladness roar, 
 > As its waves break on the shore ; 
 flf Let the rushing torrent's voice 
 With the mountain cliffs rejoice ! 
 
 — 5 For our God, in grand array, 
 
 Comes his justice to display ; — 
 Cloth'd in heav'n's eternal light. 
 He will judge the world aright! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — 75. Wilmot, Southampton. 
 Praise to Christ for his Salvation, 
 f n 1 COME, ye saints, and loudly sing. 
 Lift up songs to Christ, your King! 
 Great his vict'ries o'er the foe, — 
 Let your praises ever flow ! 
 
 2 His salvation now hath spread 
 Life and joy among the dead ; 
 Floods of light from yonder skies 
 
 He hath pour'd on cloud-dimm'd eyes. 
 
 3 Mercies, long ago foretold, 
 Wond'ring pagans now behold ; — 
 All the heathen soon shall see 
 God's salvation, rich and free ! 
 
224 PSALM 99. 
 
 4 Harp, and voice, and organ's sound ! 
 Praises of the Lord resound ! 
 
 ff Ocean ! in thy fuhiess roar, 
 
 Thund'ring praises to the shore ! 
 
 5 Torrents ! hast'ning to the sea, 
 Join your loudest melody ! 
 
 < Hills and mountains! shout aloud; 
 > Jesus comes to judge the proud! 
 
 mp 6 All the earth shall meet his eye, 
 
 When his throne flames glorious nigh; 
 Ransom'd sinners, lift your voice! 
 
 mf Hosts of heav'n and earth, rejoice! allen. 
 
 99. First Ver.— S. M. Southjiehl SL Thomas. 
 Chrisfs Kingdom and Majesty* 
 1 JEHOVAH reigns on high! 
 Let all the natioiis'fear ; 
 mp Let sinners dread his anger nigh, 
 And saints his name revere. 
 
 mf 2 Jesus, the Savior, reigns ! 
 Let earth adore its Lord ; 
 Bright cherubs, in the heav'nly plains, 
 Swiftly fidfil his word. 
 
 3 In Zion is his throne. 
 His honors are divine: 
 His church shall make his wonders known. 
 For there his glories shine ! 
 
 mp 4 How holy is his name? 
 
 How terrible his praise ! 
 — Justice and truth his love proclaim 
 
 In all his works of grace. watts. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Pentonville. Si, Thomas, 
 A holy God worshipped, 
 1 EXALT the Lord and bless, 
 And worship at his feet ; 
 His nature is all holiness. 
 And mercy is his seat. 
 
PSALM 99. 226 
 
 2 When Israel was his choice, 
 When Aaron serv'd Him there, 
 When Moses rais'd his earnest voice. 
 He check'd his people's fear. 
 
 3 Oft He forgave their guilt. 
 Nor would destroy their race ; 
 
 And oft He made His vengeance felt, 
 When they abus'd his grace, 
 
 4 Exalt the Lord, our God, 
 Whose grace is still the same ; 
 He still doth hold a righteous rod, 
 
 He's jealous of his name. watts. 
 
 Third Version. — H. M. Harwich, Stoio. 
 Praise to God and Christ. 
 mf 1 THE Lord, Jehovah, reigns 
 O'er worlds of light above. 
 And o'er earth's hills and plains 
 Out-beams his pow'r and love ; — 
 
 < Ye people, hearken to his word ! 
 o Ye nations, bow before the Lord ! 
 
 mf 2 In Zion Christ is great, 
 
 Exalted as her King, 
 
 And glorious his estate ; 
 
 Your songs of gladness sing : — 
 mp O, give to Him the homage meet, 
 And humbly worship at his feet ! 
 
 — 3 The saints were heard of old, — 
 
 Pursued by mighty foes, — 
 
 When unto God they told 
 
 Their dangers and their woes : 
 From pillar'd cloud and fire his voice 
 Oft bade their humbled souls rejoice. 
 
 mp 4 Then fear and praise the Lord, 
 
 And keep his statutes still ; 
 
 Revere his holy word. 
 
 And worship at his hill ; — 
 mf Extol with joy his glorious name, 
 
 < And all his wondrous deeds proclaim ! allen. 
 
226 PSALM 100. 
 
 100. First Ver,— L. M. Old Hundred. Brewer. 
 Praise to our Creator. 
 mf 1 YE nations of the earth, rejoice 
 
 Before the Lord, your sov'reign King ; 
 Serve Him with cheerful heart and voice, 
 With all your tongues his glories sing ! 
 
 — 2 The Lord is God ;— 'tis He alone 
 
 Doth life, and breath, and being give ; 
 We are his work and not our own, 
 The sheep, that on his pastures live. 
 
 <: 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy, 
 With praises to his courts rei)air, 
 And make it your divine employ 
 To pay your thanks and honors there ! 
 
 — 4 The Lord is good ; — the Lord is kind ; — 
 mf Great is his grace, — his mercy sure ; — 
 
 And the whole race of man shall find 
 
 His truth from age to age endure ! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Appleton, Brewer. 
 Praise to God. 
 
 1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
 Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; 
 Know, that the Lord is God alone, 
 He can create, and He destroy. 
 
 2 Our frame his sov'reign pow'r hath made ; 
 On clay He breath'd, and form'd us men ; 
 And when, like Avand'ring sheep, we strayed, 
 He brought us to his fold again. 
 
 3 We are his people, — we his care, 
 Our souls and all our mortal frame : 
 What lasting honors shall we rear, 
 Almighty Maker, to thy name ? 
 
 f 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs ; 
 < High as the heav'ns our voices raise : 
 
 And earth with her ten thousand tongues 
 X Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise ! 
 
 f 5 Wide, as the world, — is thy command, — 
 ii Vast, as eternity,^— thy love ; 
 
PSALM 100. 227 
 
 Finn, as a rock, — thy truth must stand, 
 > When rolling years shall cease to move ! 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 Third Version. — S. M. St. Thomas. Dover, 
 God extolled. 
 mf 1 IN God, most High, rejoice, 
 
 Extol Him, all ye lands ! 
 < In joyful songs lift up your voice, 
 And keep his just commands. 
 
 — 2 He made us by his word. 
 
 And feeds us from above ; 
 
 We are the people of the Lord, 
 p The children of his love, 
 mf 3 Enter his gates with praise. 
 
 His wondrous works proclaim ; — 
 
 To God your grateful anthems raise, 
 
 And bless his holy name. 
 4 For God, the Lord, is good, 
 
 And we his glories hail! 
 <o His truth, like mountain rocks, hath stood, 
 
 — His mercy ne'er can fail ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 7s. Edgar. JS*uremhurg. 
 Praise to Christ. 
 II 1 COME, and make a joyful noise, 
 
 All ye lands, to Christ, the King ! 
 <; Come, with gladness lift your voice, 
 
 — And before his presence sing : 
 He hath made us by his might ; 
 We are his by ev'ry right ! 
 
 2 Come into his gates with praise ; 
 
 Offer thanks unto his name ; 
 <c Songs in grateful wonder raise. 
 
 All his saving works proclaim ; 
 ><: Great his mercy, as his power ! 
 x Firm his truth forevermore ! allen. 
 
 Fifth Version. — lis. Pittsfield. Portuguese H. 
 Exhortation to praise God. 
 mf 1 O, MAKE a glad noise unto God, thron'd in light. 
 And serve Him, ye nations, with holy delight ; 
 
228 PSALM 101, 102. 
 
 Extol Him, ye people, with harp and with song, 
 And give Him the praises, which to Him belong. 
 
 2 For He is our God, and in glory arrayed ; — 
 By Him were our bodies most wondrously made ; 
 mp And we are the sheep of his pasture and fold ; 
 He feeds us and leads us in heat and in cold. 
 
 mf 3 O, enter his gates with thanksgiving and joy ; 
 
 His praise in his house all your hearts should employ ; 
 
 O, bless Him, for He is your Father and Friend, 
 
 His truth and his mercy endure without end! ALLEif 
 
 PSALM 101 — L. M. Walton. Duke Street. 
 The Magistrate. 
 
 1 OF inercy, O, my heav'nly King, 
 And righteous judgment I will sing: 
 While I thy judgment fear, teach me 
 In mercy's path to follow Thee ! 
 
 2 Uprightly will I walk, O Lord, 
 Guided by counsel from thy word ; 
 But haughty looks and scorning pride 
 Shall never in my house abide. 
 
 3 The good and faithful of the land 
 Shall ever be at my right hand: 
 
 But men, who 'gainst thy truth rebel, 
 Shall never in my presence dwell. 
 
 4 The wicked in their crimson stain, 
 Deeming the sacred law in vain, 
 
 mf I'll strike with strong, avenging hand, 
 And them destroy from off the land. 
 
 mp 5 Thus in the final, judgment day. 
 
 When God's pure justice shall bear sway. 
 His wrath the wicked shall destroy; — 
 
 mf The good shall dwell in heav'nly joy! allen 
 
 102. First Ver. — L. M. Windham. Medway. 
 Saints die; Christ lives. 
 1 IT is the Lord, our Savior's hand 
 Weakens our strength amidst the race ; 
 
PSALM 102. 229 
 
 Disease and death at his command 
 Arrest us and cut short our race. 
 
 afl: 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, 
 Nor let our sun go do^vn at noon : 
 Thy years are one eternal day, 
 And must thy children die so soon ? 
 
 3 Yet, while with grief and death we strive, 
 This thought our sorrow shall assuage, 
 mf ''Our Father and our Savior live ; 
 
 Christ is the same through every age ! " 
 
 — 4 The starry curtains of the sky. 
 
 Like garments, shall be laid aside : 
 mf Thy throne, O Lord, stands firm and high ; 
 Thy church forever must abide ! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Famsxoorth. Medicay, 
 
 Prayer for Zion» 
 mf 1 FOR Zion, Lord, arise in might, 
 And put her enemies to flight ; 
 
 — And, while thy servants lift their prayer, 
 Her desolated state repair. 
 
 2 Her ruin'd wall do they not mourn ? 
 mp Return, O God of love, return! 
 In thy great glory now appear, 
 And all her fallen stones uprear. 
 
 mf 3 So shall all kings thy glory see, 
 
 And heathen nations rev'rence Thee, 
 And distant ages shall proclaim 
 
 f Recorded honors to thy name ! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — L, M. Windham. Medway. 
 
 Prayer for ChrisVs Kingdom, 
 mf 1 GREAT is thy pow'r: — Thou, Lord, wilt bring 
 All nations to thy Zion's hill ; 
 There shall they praise their mighty King ; 
 < Thy glory the wide earth shall fill ! 
 
 — 2 Thou, from thy Sanctuaiy's height, 
 
 From heav'n, dost this low earth behold, 
 x: To pour in dungeon-gloom thy light, 
 
 — And mercy to the lost unfold ; — 
 
 20 
 
I 
 
 230 PSALM 102. 
 
 3 Thy name in Zion to declare, 
 Thy praises in Jerusalem, 
 To hear the humble suppliant's prayer. 
 And give, for shame, heav'n's diadem! 
 
 mf 4 O, hasten. Lord, this blessed hour, 
 
 When chains shall fall, and woes shall flee, 
 When all man's tribes shall feel thy power. 
 And all shall lift their songs to Thee ! allek. 
 
 Fourth Version. — C. M. Marlow. JVottingham, 
 Prayer heard, and Zion restored, 
 M 1 LET Zion and her sous rejoice ; 
 
 Behold the promis'd hour! 
 > Her God hath heard her mourning voice, 
 
 < And comes t' exalt his power. 
 
 mp 2 Her dust and ruins, that remain, 
 Are precious in our eyes ; 
 
 < Those ruins shall be built again, 
 mf And all that dust shall rise ! 
 
 — 3 The Lord Jerusalem shall raise, 
 And stand in glory there ; 
 Nations shall celebrate his praise. 
 And kings his name declare. 
 
 4 He frees the souls, condemn'd to death ; 
 And, when his saints complain. 
 It will be found, that praying breath 
 Was never spent in vain. 
 
 5 This shall be known, when we are dead. 
 And left on long record, 
 
 f That ages, yet unborn, may read, 
 
 <: And trust, and praise the Lord! watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — C. M. Ferry, Grafton, 
 Man frail; God unchangeable. 
 mp 1 MY days, like shadows do decline, 
 
 Like grass I fade away ; 
 mf But Thou, — O Majesty divine. 
 Hast one eternal day I 
 
 mp 2 O, spare thy servant, ere I die: — 
 — Of old, ere time's first flight, 
 
PSALM 102, 103. 231 
 
 By Thee was fram'd the arched sky, 
 FilPd with the stars of light. 
 
 mp 3 These all shall perish, as a flame, 
 
 > Extinguish'd, disappears ; 
 
 — But ever art Thou, Lord, the same, 
 And endless are thy years ! 
 
 aff 4 Then spare thy servant. Lord, and prove 
 Thy faithfulness to me. 
 For Thou art still the God of love. 
 And mercy dwells with Thee ! 
 
 5 Thy changeless word let none distrust : — 
 Our children shall arise, 
 len And, while the fathers sleep in dust, 
 mf Flourish before thine eyes ! allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 6s. Chaplin, Alps, 
 Prayer in Sickness. 
 Aff 1 0, LORD, now hear my prayer. 
 Hide not thy face from me ; 
 Oppressed with grief and care, 
 
 I lift my soul to Thee : 
 O hear me, as I cry, 
 And bring salvation nigh ! 
 
 2 O, quickly send thine aid, 
 
 For life doth waste as smoke ; 
 mp My frame is now decayed, 
 
 > The springs of life are broke : 
 
 — O, hear my groaning voice ; 
 Let not my foes rejoice. 
 
 mp 3 Return, God, return ! 
 Reveal to me thy love ; 
 No longer let me mourn. 
 But bless me from above : 
 mf Then will I praise thy power. 
 
 And mercy evermore ! allen. 
 
 103. First Ver. — L. M. Lancaster. Uxbridge. 
 God^s Goodness. 
 n 1 BLESS, O my soul, the living God ; 
 
 Call home thy thoughts, that rove abroad. 
 
232 PSALM 103. 
 
 Let all the pow'rs within me join 
 In work and worship so divine. 
 
 mp 2 'Tis He, my soul, who sent his Son 
 
 To die for crimes, which thou hast done ; 
 He owns the ransom and forgives 
 The hourly follies of our lives. 
 
 3 The vices of the mind He heals, 
 
 And cures the pains, that nature feels, 
 Redeems the soul from hell, and saves 
 Our wasting life from threat'ning graves. 
 
 4 He sees th' oppressor and th' oppressed, 
 And often gives the suff'rer rest, 
 But will his justice more disphiy 
 In the great, last, rewarding day ! watts. 
 
 Second Ver. — L. M. Duke Sir. Tallis E. Hymn. 
 God^s Mercy. 
 It 1 THE Lord, how wondrous are his ways? 
 How firm his truth? How large his grace? — 
 He takes his mercy for his throne, 
 And thence He makes his glories known. 
 
 2 Not half so high his pow'r hath spread 
 The starry heav'ns above our head, 
 As his rich love exceeds our praise, — 
 Exceeds the highest hopes, we raise. 
 
 p 3 How slowly doth his wrath arise ? — 
 < On swifter wings salvation flies : 
 — And, if He lets his anger burn. 
 
 How soon his frowns to pity turn ? 
 
 4 His wondrous love and grace are sure 
 To all the saints and shall endure ; 
 From age to age his truth shall reign. 
 Nor children's children hope in vain. watts. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Medfield. Grafton. 
 God's Goodness. 
 1 THE Lord is merciful and kind. 
 To anger ever slow ; 
 The chains, we wear. He will unbind, 
 And wondrous goodness show. 
 
 li 
 
PSALM 103. 233 
 
 2 His grace, — as heav'n o'er earth stands high, — 
 Is great to men, He loves ; 
 As far as east from western sky, 
 
 — The Lord our sins removes. 
 
 p 3 Full well our feebleness He knows, 
 For us He made of clay : 
 Man flourishes, like blooming rose. 
 But soon he fades away. 
 
 — 4 Yet never shall God's mercy fail 
 
 To such, as Him do lo^e ; 
 < His faithful word they'll rapt'rous hail 
 mp In their blest home above ! alleic. 
 
 Fourth Ver. — S. M. St. Thomas. Paddhigton, 
 
 Mercies of God. 
 fi 1 BLESS, my soul, the Lord ; 
 
 Let all ^\ithin me join. 
 
 His mercies grateful to record, 
 
 Whose favors are divine ! 
 
 2 The Lord extol and bless, 
 Nor let his mercies lie 
 Forgotten in uuthankfulness 
 And without praises die. 
 
 mp 3 He gives the conscience peace ; 
 'T is He relieves thy pain, 
 'T is He, who heals thy strong disease, 
 And makes thee young again. 
 
 — 4 His wondrous works and ways 
 He made by Moses known ; 
 But sent the world his truth and grace 
 By his beloved Son. 
 
 mf 5 Bless, O my soul, the Lord ; 
 Let all within me join, 
 His mercies grateful to record. 
 Whose favors are divine ! watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — S. M. Dover. Ohnutz. 
 
 Mercies of God. 
 1 MY soul, extol his name, 
 Whose mercies are so great, 
 20* 
 
234 PSALM 103. 
 
 mp Whose anger is so slow to flame. 
 So ready to abate. 
 
 — 2 As the blue heav'ns on high 
 This lowly ball transcend, 
 So far his grace and majesty 
 Beyond our thoughts extend. 
 
 mp 3 The pow'r of sin suppress'd, 
 Lo, his forgiving love, 
 Far as the east is from the west, 
 Doth all our guilt remove. 
 
 mf 4 My soul, extol his name, 
 
 Whose mercies are so great, 
 mp Whose anger is so slow to flame. 
 
 So ready to abate ! watts. 
 
 Sixth Version. — S. M. Dover. St. Thomas. 
 Praise to God from Angels and Men. 
 mf 1 PRAISE God in joyful strains. 
 Whose throne is fix'd on hia^h ; 
 O'er all the heav'nly world He reigns, 
 And all beneath the sky. 
 
 2 Ye angels, great in might. 
 And swift to do his will. 
 Bless ye the Lord with pure delight, 
 Whose pleasure ye fulfil. 
 
 S Ye hosts, who wait t' obey 
 The orders of your King, 
 And guard his churches, when they pray, 
 Join in the praise they sing; 
 
 4 While all his works unfold 
 Their Maker's glorious power, 
 My soul, with grateful joys untold. 
 Shall praise Him evermore! watts^ 
 
 Seventh Version. — S. M. St. Thomas. Dover. 
 
 Praise to God for his Mercies. 
 mfii 1 O, BLESS the Lord, my soul, 
 
 Extol his holy name, 
 
 Nor cease, while shining worlds shall roll, 
 
 His goodness to proclaim ! 
 
PSALM 103, 104. 235 
 
 tinp I f 2 The Lord my sin forgives. 
 My sickness doth remove. 
 My faint and dying hope revives. 
 And cheers me with his love. 
 
 3 And though my body dies, 
 mf My youth renew'd shall spring, 
 As eagle, moulting for the skies. 
 Mounts up on mighty wing ! 
 
 — 4 0, bless the God of love, 
 
 Who guides thee to thy rest, — 
 fn{ Thy dwelling-place in heav'n above, 
 
 With all the ransom'd blest! allen. 
 
 'Eighth Version. — 8 & 4. Palestine. Wayland, 
 God^s great Mercies. 
 1 BLESS the Lord, extol his name, 
 His grace and love, my soul, proclaim ! 
 He pardons thine iniquities. 
 And all thy sad infii'mities 
 His mercy heals. 
 
 ? As the blue arch of heav'nly sky 
 
 Above this lower world is high, ' 
 
 So great the mercy of the Lord, 
 Which his most pure and holy word 
 To man reveals. 
 
 mp 3 He knows this feeble frame of clay, 
 He sees how fleeting is our day, 
 For man is but a blooming flower. 
 Which, struck by wind of blighting power. 
 Withers and dies ! 
 
 mf 4 Yet they, who fear their heav'nly King, 
 <: His mercy shall forever sing, 
 -— . And, while their children here are blest, 
 They in God's cov'nant love shall rest 
 
 In yonder skies ! allen. 
 
 104. First Ver.-7s. {v. 1-4) JVttrem6. PleyeVs H- 
 God^s Majesty. 
 i» 1 LORD, supreme in majesty ! 
 Glory is thy ornament. 
 
236 PSALM 104. 
 
 Light a vestment is to Thee, 
 Heav'n Thou spreadest as thy tent! 
 
 2 Far above is plac'd thy throne, 
 Thy pavilion in the sky ; 
 
 Clouds, thy chariot, bear Thee on,— 
 Thou on wings of winds dost fly ! 
 
 3 Tempest is thy messenger, 
 Swiftly going from his Lord ; — 
 Flaming fire thy minister, 
 Bearing quick thy wrathful word. 
 
 Aff4 I will fear Thee, O most High, 
 And revere thine awful power! 
 I will dread thy Majesty, 
 And extol Thee evermore! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — 7s. (r. 5-9.) Kuremh. Kimball, 
 God the Creator. 
 1 EARTH'S foundations God hath laid, 
 Rob'd it with the splendent flood. 
 And with beauteousness arrayed : — 
 Waters o'er the mountains stood. 
 
 mf 2 Lord, at thy rebuke they fled ; 
 They thy mighty voice obey ; 
 When they hear thy thunders dread, 
 They in terror haste away ! 
 
 < 3 Then uprose the mountains high, 
 >• Then sunk down the valleys deep, 
 — In th' appointed place to lie ; — 
 Hill and vale their stations keep. 
 
 4 Thou to sea hast plac'd its bound ; 
 It shall ne'er thy law defy, 
 To o'erwhelm again the ground. 
 Causing living things to die ! alleic] 
 
 Third Ver. — 7s. (v. 10-18.) JVuremburg. Kimb. 
 God^s Providence. 
 1 VALLEYS Thou didst fill with springs, 
 Which from mountain sides outburst ; 
 Drink to herds each streamlet brings. 
 Wild beasts too there quench their thirst. 
 
PSALM 104. 237 
 
 2 O'er the fountains and the streams 
 Birds among the branches dwell ; — 
 Gazing glad on wat'ry gleams, 
 They their joyful warblings swell. 
 
 3 From thy cloud-built stores, we know, 
 Dews and rains refresh the ground ; 
 Grass for cattle green doth grow. 
 Seed for man too doth abound. 
 
 4 Thou for man dost bring forth bread. 
 And dost make his face to shine ; 
 Lo, with corn he's nourished. 
 
 And his heart is glad with wine. 
 
 5 Flowing sap thy trees do yield. 
 Cedars on Libanus' height. 
 
 Where the birds their nests do build, — 
 Fir trees, where the storks do light. 
 
 6 Mountains Thou didst rear on high. 
 Whose flint-paths the wild goats trace, — 
 Rocks, to which the conies fly. 
 
 Finding there sure hiding place ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 75. (v. 19-24.) Wihnot, Wilson. 
 Seasons: Day and JYight, 
 
 1 THOU the moon didst set, Lord, 
 Changeful seasons to divide ; 
 
 Sun too knoweth, at thy word. 
 To go down at even tide. 
 
 2 Darkness Thou dost make, — the night. 
 When wild beasts creep forth most shy, 
 When young lions roar with might. 
 Seeking food from God on high! 
 
 3 When the sun doth rise, they flee. 
 In their dens they lay them down ; 
 Man to labor goes out free, 
 
 Till the shade o'er earth is strown. 
 
 mf 4 Lord, thy works are manifold, 
 Spread on high and on this ball ; 
 They thy glories do unfold, — 
 Wisely hast Thou made them all ! allen. 
 
238 PSALM 104. 
 
 Fifth Ver. — 7s. {v. 24-30.) JVuremb. Kimball. 
 All Creatures depend on God. 
 
 1 EARTH thy treasures, Lord, displays, 
 Fill'd with life, of small and great ; 
 Sea presents, to our amaze, 
 Throngs beyond our estimate. 
 
 2 There float ships in majesty, 
 
 As the swans, that stem the tide ; 
 There the wondrous monsters lie, 
 Playing too in joy or pride. 
 
 3 All thy creatures wait on Thee, 
 Seeking, Lord, their daily food: 
 Thou dost feed them lib'rally, 
 Thou their hearts dost fill with good. 
 
 mp 4 They are struck with wild dismay, 
 
 When thy face from them doth turn ; 
 Thou their breath dost take away, 
 Then to dust they quick return ! 
 
 — 5 When is sent thy Spirit forth, 
 They at once are newly born : 
 Thou dost then renew the earth, 
 And with beauty dost adorn. allew. 
 
 Sixth Ver.— 7s. (r. 31-35.) Wilmot. Granby. 
 God^s Glory: God praised, 
 1 GOD'S praise ever shall endure. 
 Naught his purpose can destroy, — 
 Firm his throne, his kingdom sure. 
 On his works He looks with joy. 
 
 mp 2 Earth his frowning face doth know, 
 Trembling, fearing his fierce ire ; 
 If He touch the mountains, lo! 
 Out they burst in smoke and fire ! 
 
 3 While I live, as is most meet, 
 
 Praises of my God I'll sing ; 
 Songs of Him shall still be sweet, 
 Ceaseless notes to Him I'll bring. 
 
 mf 4 Streams of joy forever roll ; 
 
 God, their source, will I adore : — 
 
PSALM 104, 105. 239 
 
 Praise the Lord, thy God, my soul! 
 f Praise the Lord forevermore I allen. 
 
 Seventh Ver. — 6 <Sr 4. Oakham, Italian Hymn. 
 God's glorious Majesty, 
 1 O LORD, supreme in might. 
 Dwelling in heav'nly light, 
 
 Where myriads bow ; 
 We too would rev'rence Thee, 
 Array'd in majesty ; 
 mp We humbly bow our knee, 
 And bend down low\ 
 
 — 2 Man's eyes thy glory blinds; 
 Thou walkest on the winds. 
 
 And raging storm ; 
 The tempest and the fire 
 Are angels of thine ire ; 
 And all earth's judgments dire 
 
 Thy will perform. 
 
 mp S Then, sinner, fear God's power. 
 And flee th' avenging hour. 
 
 Which guilt must prove : 
 mf Lord, let him turn to Thee, 
 And taste thy mercy free, 
 That he thy face may see 
 
 In heav'n above ! allek. 
 
 105. First Ver.— C. M. Albany. Nottingham. 
 Israel a Type of the Church, 
 
 1 THE Lord himself chose out their way, 
 And mark'd their journeys right ; 
 Gave them a leading cloud by day, 
 
 A fiery guide by night. 
 
 2 They thirst ; and w^aters from the rock 
 In rich abundance flow, 
 
 And, foil' wing still the holy flock. 
 Ran all the desert through. 
 
 mp 3 O wondrous stream ! O type most plain 
 Of ever flowing love 1 
 
840 PSALM 105, 106. 
 
 — So Christ, our Rock, shall life maintain^ 
 Till we shall dwell above. 
 
 4 Thus, guarded by th' Almiffhty hand, 
 The chosen tribes possess'd 
 Canaan, the rich, the proniis'd land, 
 And there enjoy 'd their rest. 
 
 mf 5 Then let the world forbear its rage. 
 The Church renounce her fear ; 
 Israel must live through ev'ry age, 
 And be th' Almighty's care! watt 
 
 Second Version . — Is, J^uremburg, Kimball. 
 God^s wonderful Works to he praised, 
 
 ♦ I 10, GIVE thanks unto the Lord, 
 Call ye on his holy name, 
 All his deeds and faithful word, — 
 Word of promis'd good, proclaim! 
 
 2 Sing to God ; sing hymns and psalms, 
 Talk of all his wondrous ways ; — 
 Fear of Him all passion calms, 
 Love to Him each pow'r o'ersways. 
 
 5 Once He spread a cloud-form'd tent. 
 Once He rear'd the pillar'd light. 
 When his ancient people went 
 Dcsert-wand'rers day and night. 
 
 4 Smote He not the flinty rock? 
 Straight the waters gushed out. 
 Following his chosen flock. 
 
 As they wander'd round about. 
 
 5 Lord, conduct thy people still 
 Through the perils of their way, 
 Till they reach the heav'nly hill, — 
 
 Land of rest, their home for aye ! allew. 
 
 106. First Ver. — L. M. Mendon. Ellenthorpe. 
 
 Praise to God; Communion with Saints. 
 II 1 TO God, the great, the ever blest. 
 
 Let songs of honor be address'd ; 
 
PSALM 106. 241 
 
 His mercy firm forever stands. 
 
 Give Him the thanks, his love demands. 
 
 — 2 Who knows the wonders of thy ways ? 
 Who shall fulfil thy boundless praise? 
 Blest are the souls, who fear Thee still. 
 And pay their duty to thy will. 
 
 3 Remember what thy mercy did 
 For Jacob's race, thy chosen seed ; 
 And with the same salvation bless 
 The meanest suppliant of thy grace. 
 
 mf 4 O may I see thy tribes rejoice, 
 
 And aid their triumphs with my voice ! 
 
 This is my glory, Lord, to be 
 
 Join'd to thy saints, and near to Thee! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Danvers. Uxbridge. 
 Praise to God. 
 
 mf 1 O, RENDER thanks to God above, 
 The fountain of eternal love, 
 Whose mercy firm through ages past 
 Has stood and shall forever last. 
 
 2 Who can his mighty deeds express, — 
 Not only vast, but numberless ? 
 What mortal eloquence can raise 
 His tribute of immortal praise? 
 
 aff 3 O, may I worthy prove to see 
 Thy saints in full prosperitj^ ; 
 That I the joyful choir may join. 
 And count thy people's triumph mine ! 
 
 mf 4 Let Israel's God be ever blest 
 
 His name eternally confess'd: 
 
 Let all his saints, with full accord, 
 f Sing loud Aniens. — Praise ye the Lord ! tate. 
 
 Third Version. — H. M. Hanvich. Stoiv, 
 Forgetfulness of God. 
 mf 1 THE Lord did Israel save. 
 
 His wondrous pow'r to show ; 
 He led them through the wave, 
 And did their foes o'erthrow: — 
 21 
 
242 PSALM 106. 
 
 O'er Egypt's host the tide did sweep ; — 
 p They sunk, as lead, in mighty deep! 
 
 — 2 Then they believ'd his word, 
 
 And bless'd his holy name j 
 In songs they praise the Lord, 
 His works of might proclaim ; 
 mp But soon, alas, forget his power, 
 
 And madly trespass more and more ! 
 
 — 3 Full oft the Lord did hear. 
 
 When in their wo they cry ; 
 Full oft did He appear 
 To bring salvation nigh: — 
 f Let us, O Lord, thy mercy know, 
 
 And let our praises ceaseless flow ! allen. 
 
 Fourth VersiOxN. — 6 6^4. Oakham. Italian Hymn, 
 God praised for his Mercy. 
 
 1 GIVE thanks to God above, 
 Exhaustless source of love 
 
 In ages past ; 
 His word is ever sure, 
 His mercy shall endure, 
 And good men shall assure. 
 
 While time shall last. 
 
 2 Who can his deeds express, 
 Mighty and numberless. 
 
 His deeds of grace ? 
 The holy seers of old 
 Did in dim sketch unfold 
 His scheme of love untold 
 
 In Jesus' face. 
 
 aff 3 O Lord ! how blest are they^ 
 Who all thy laws obey, 
 
 And mercy know ? — 
 As Thou didst set them free. 
 In mercy visit me, 
 Give me true liberty. 
 
 And joy bestow ! 
 
 4 Thy people's hope and weal 
 Unto my soul reveal 
 
 In thy great love I 
 
PSALM 107. 243 
 
 Then I with them shall rise. 
 In sweet and glad surprise. 
 To dwell in yonder skies, — 
 
 In heav'n above ! allen. 
 
 107. First Ver.— L. M. JVottaway, Rotkwell 
 Israel led to Canaan, 
 
 1 GIVE thanks to God : — He reigns above ; 
 Kind are his thoughts ; his name is love ; 
 His mercy ages past have known. 
 
 And ages long to come shall o\vn. 
 
 2 In their distress when Israel cried, 
 God was their Savior and their guide ; 
 He led their march far wand'ring round ; 
 'T was the right path to Canaan's ground. 
 
 3 So, when our first release we gain 
 From sin's own yoke and Satan's chain, 
 We have a desert to pass through. 
 With perils, such as Israel knew. 
 
 4 God feeds and clothes us all the way, 
 He guides our footsteps, lest we stray ; 
 
 mf He guards us with a pow'rful hand. 
 And brings us to the heav'nly land ! 
 
 5 O, let us then with joy record 
 
 The truth and goodness of the Lord! 
 How great his works ? How kind his ways ? — 
 f Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praise! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Bernard, Appleton, 
 JVations and Individuals corrected for Si7i, 
 
 mp 1 THE prosp'rous nation is brought low. 
 Affliction bends them to the dust ; 
 Chasten'd for sin, they bondage know, 
 And find, that God on high is just. 
 
 2 Proud princes sink down into shame, 
 And wander in a desert path ; 
 Dishonoring God's holy name. 
 They see his pow'r, they feel his wrath. 
 
244 PSALM 107. 
 
 3 Yet He the poor doth set on high, 
 Their troubles and their griefs removes ; 
 He guards them with his watchful eye, 
 And richly blesses them, He loves. 
 
 4 For this shall not good men rejoice, 
 And scorners shrink in shame away? 
 
 mf O, praise the Lord with joyful voice, 
 
 And all his holy laws obey! alle5. 
 
 Third Version. — L. M. Walton. Uxbridge, 
 God pimishmg and retcarding. 
 
 1 RIVERS into a wilderness. 
 
 The water-springs into dry ground, 
 
 A fruitful land to barrenness 
 
 The Lord doth change, where sins alK)und. 
 
 2 The wilderness into a pool. 
 
 The dry ground into water-springs. 
 Clear, as the crystal, deep and cool, — 
 He changeth, when his love He brings. 
 
 3 And there He makes the hungry dwell. 
 That they a city fair rnay build ; — 
 Their fields and vineyards, nurtured well. 
 The fruits of increase amply yield. 
 
 mf 4 O, that each desert heart might know 
 
 The renovating pow'r of God! 
 
 That streams of life o'er earth might flow, 
 ff And spread salvation's joys abroad! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — Is. Wilmot Kimball.. 
 Praise to God for his Faithfulness. 
 mf 1 PRAISE the Lord, for He is good ; 
 Firmly has his mercy stood. 
 And his promise is secure ; — 
 Firm his mercy shall endure. 
 
 — 2 Say, ye ransom'd of the Lord, 
 
 Who have known his faithful word, — 
 Is his promise insecure? 
 Fails his mercy to endure ? 
 
 3 Once ye stray'd in desert wide ; — 
 Fainting, to the Lord ye cried ; 
 
PSALM 107. 245 
 
 Then the Lord rebuk'd your grief, 
 And his mercy brought relief. 
 
 mf 4 O, that men would praise the Lord 
 For his good and faithful word, 
 For his works of grace and love. 
 Leading men to heav'n above ! allen. 
 
 Fifth Version. — C. M. St. Martinis. Mear. 
 The Sailor^s Psalm, 
 
 1 SEAMEN, who plough the wat'ry field, 
 And ocean harvest reap, 
 
 Oft see the pow'r of God reveal'd. 
 When tempests lash the deep. 
 
 2 The gallant ship, in proud array. 
 Spreads her white wings and flies 5 
 O'er the blue desert steers her way. 
 Beneath unclouded skies. 
 
 3 But soon she feels the raging gale ; — 
 mf Dark clouds rush through the air. 
 
 Fierce dashing waves her strength assail. 
 And fearful lightnings glare ! 
 
 — 4 She mounts on mighty wave so steep, 
 
 Her topmast strikes the sky ; — 
 
 > Then down she plunges in the deep. 
 
 Where unknown monsters lie. 
 
 — 5 The shipmen reel now to and fro. 
 
 As heaving billows rock ; 
 
 Their hopeless eyes around they throw, 
 
 And dread the whelming shock. 
 
 mf 6 But there is One, whose arm can quell 
 The rage of foaming wave, 
 Whose word can hush the tempest's yell, 
 And from dark ruin save ! allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — C. M. St. Martin's, Mear. 
 
 The Sailor'' s Psalm, 
 mf 1 TO God, who rides the storm in might, 
 Who thunders from the sky, 
 Who launches forth the bolts of light, 
 And lifts the billows high,— 
 21* 
 
246 PSALM 107. 
 
 — 2 To Him the shipmen, in their grief, 
 
 Their earnest pray'r address, — 
 aflf ''Save us, O Lord! O give relief, 
 And bring from deep distress! " 
 
 — 3 God hears their cry ; — and straight the roar 
 
 > Of howling tempest dies ; — 
 
 > The swelling surges dash no more, — 
 mp Sweet blushes tinge the skies. 
 
 4 O, what a breathing time is then ! 
 When sea, like infant, sleeps, 
 
 mf And glorious sun shines forth again ! — 
 
 — The ship her course soon keeps. 
 
 5 The fav'ring wind swells ev'ry sail, 
 But storms no more annoy ; — 
 
 At last their port the seamen hail, 
 And enter it with joy ! 
 
 6 Seamen ! praise God ; and ev'ry day 
 Your course to heav'n shape well ; 
 Nor give the raging passions sway, 
 
 mp Which wreck the soul in hell. allen. 
 
 Seventh Ver. — S. M. Westminster, St, Thomas. 
 The Seatnan^s Psalm. 
 
 1 AS ocean-trav'llers free 
 Their untrod path-way keep. 
 
 The mighty works of God they see, 
 His wonders in the deep. 
 
 2 For at his word the wind 
 mf Doth lift his angry voice : — 
 
 God doth the raging storm unbind, 
 Then crested waves rejoice ! 
 
 3 Up to the sky they're borne, 
 >• Then to the deep plung'd low ; 
 mp With dark despair their heart is torn. 
 
 Now reeling to and fro ! 
 
 4 Then to the Lord they cry. 
 Mid all their sad affright, 
 
 mf And God doth hear them in the sky, 
 And saves them by his might ! 
 
PSALM 107. 247 
 
 > 5 He speaks ;~the storm is still ; — 
 p The waves sleep, as a child: 
 mf And O, what joy the seamen fill, 
 Losing their terrors wild? 
 
 — 6 Now soon the fav'ring breeze 
 
 Doth swell their full-spread sail ; 
 They swiftly sweep along the seas, 
 And soon their haven hail! 
 
 7 O, that these men would praise 
 Th' Almighty Pow'r above, 
 And, while their grateful songs they raise. 
 Their God would fear and love ! allen. 
 
 Eighth Version. — 7s. Prentiss. KimbalL 
 Tht Seaman's Psalm, 
 
 1 THEY, who ocean's path-way keep. 
 See God's wonders in the deep : — 
 He commands the stormy wind, 
 And the tempest doth unbind ! 
 
 2 Darkest clouds o'erspread the sky. 
 And the rushing storm is nigh^! 
 Ah, how^ vain is human power 
 
 In the raging tempest's hour? 
 
 3 Guideless now their ship is driven ! 
 Now upborne aloft to heaven, 
 Then they plunge with dipping prow 
 
 > In the dark abyss below ! 
 
 f 4 Loud the tempest lifts his voice, 
 Deep-ton'd is the ocean's noise : — 
 
 p Who can clear the stormy night ? 
 Who can quell the ocean's might ? 
 
 — 5 Now to God they lift their cry 
 
 And He brings salvation nigh : 
 p Calm succeeds the ocean's roar, 
 And the tempest howls no more ! 
 
 — 6 Then the fav'ring gales arise. 
 
 And their haven meets their eyes! — 
 Let them enter, Lord ! most blest. 
 Haven of eternal rest ! 
 
248 PSALM 107. 
 
 7 O, that men would praise the Lord 
 For his love and faithful word ! 
 O, that they, who plough the deep. 
 Might his holy statutes keep! allen. 
 
 Ninth Version. — H. M. Harwich. Slow, 
 God punishing and rewarding, 
 
 1 BEHOLD the works of God! 
 When men in sin abound. 
 He dries the rivers broad. 
 And curses all the ground: 
 
 In land, once affluent with good, 
 In vain the guilty search for food. 
 
 2 But, when from sin they turn, 
 Then bursting founts behold ! 
 Then murni' ring rills return. 
 Green spring, and autumn's gold ; 
 
 mf Then all the land is fill'd with joy, 
 
 And grateful songs each tongue employ. 
 
 — 3 In peace the hungry dwell. 
 
 And sow the soften'd field: 
 
 The vineyards fragrant smell, 
 
 And fruits profusely yield: 
 There's none, who cries for want of bread, 
 Abundance o'er the land is spread, 
 
 4 Thus wise men learn aright 
 
 The kindness of the Lord: 
 mp A home of sweet delight 
 
 Is theirs, who keep his word ! 
 And they a lasting home shall know. 
 Where streams of heav'nly joy do flow ! allen,. 
 
 Tenth Version. — 6 Sc 9. Rowley, 
 Praise to God for his wonderful Works* 
 
 I O GIVE thanks to the Lord, 
 For He's true to his word, 
 
 And his mercy forever endures ! 
 Let the ransom'd say so. 
 Whom He sav'd from the foe. 
 
 And whose safety his mercy ensures. 
 
PSALM 103. 249 
 
 2 AH un guided by star, 
 They did wander afar ; 
 
 In the wilderness was their lone way ; 
 Then with hunger and thirst, 
 Where no streams did outburst, 
 Lo, their soul was o'erwhehn'd with dismay. 
 
 S And in grief they did cry 
 To Jehovah on high, 
 
 And He sav'd them from all their distress ; 
 He did lead them aright. 
 And He gave them delight 
 
 In the city, his presence doth bless. 
 
 4 0, ye men, give ye praise ! 
 And with gratitude raise 
 
 Of your songs unto God the glad sound ; 
 Both below and above 
 For his wonders of love 
 
 Gladly spread his high praises around! 
 
 108. First Ver. — L. M. Baltimore. RothweW 
 Praise to God. 
 
 1 MY joyful heart exults in Thee, 
 
 My tongue, O God thy praise shall sound, 
 With stringed harp's loud melody, 
 And send thy name in songs around! 
 
 2 Thy mercy great unto the skies, 
 
 Thy truth's pure radiance, like the light. 
 Thy glories, beaming on our eyes, 
 Our souls extol with sweet delighL 
 
 3 Be Thou exalted, O our God ! 
 
 Above the heav'ns, which show thy power ; 
 Let thy great name be spread abroad, 
 And all earth's millions Thee adore ! 
 
 f 4 Go forth, — Redeemer of the world! 
 
 That we triumphant shouts may raise! 
 
 Let idols from their seats be hurPd, 
 
 And all the earth thy glory praise i allen. 
 
250 PSALM 108, 109. 
 
 Second Version. — 75. Kimball. Wilmot. 
 
 Praise to God. 
 1 LORD, I have a ready tongue, 
 Quick to sing, and give Thee praise ; 
 mf Wake, my soul, in joyful song ; 
 Harp ! thy notes of honor raise ! 
 
 aflf 2 Early, Lord, I will awake ; 
 Gladly praise thy holy name ; 
 All the people I will make 
 Praise to hear, which I proclaim. 
 
 S For thy goodness. Lord, is great, 
 Reaching to the heav'ns on high, 
 And thy truth, which sinners hate, 
 Reacheth far beyond the sky. 
 
 4 Save, O Lord, with thy right hand. 
 Those, whom Thou dost freely love ; 
 Let them keep thy just command, 
 Guide Thou them to heav'n above! allen. 
 
 PSALM 109 — C. P. M. JVonoay. Foster. 
 ChrisVs Prayer and Exaltation. 
 
 1 ''I LOV'D them, but my life they sought ; 
 Against me without cause they fought, 
 
 And hatred gave for love ; 
 Yet for my murderers I prayed. 
 And by my blood God's vengeance stayed, — 
 
 His judgments from above. 
 
 2 "I said, — Lord, hear my bitter cry. 
 Let thy redeeming hand be nigh. 
 
 To bring me from my wo ; j 
 
 That man may see thy wondrous pow'r. 
 And hope for mercy's joyful hour. 
 
 And thy salvation knowM " 
 
 3 Thus Jesus pray'd, nor pray'd in vain, . . 
 For, though He died. He liv'd again, ! 
 
 jpf And lives forevermore ; 
 
 He rose triumphant from the grave. 
 And ever reigns with pow'r to save! — 
 
 Savior ! we Thee adore ! allen. 
 
PSALM 110. 251 
 
 110. First Version. — L. M. Appleton, Duke Sir, 
 Messiah's Power. 
 II 1 THUS the eternal Father spake 
 
 To Christ, the Son, "Ascend, and sit 
 At my right hand, till I shall make 
 Thy foes submissive at thy feet. 
 
 2 "From Zion shall thy word proceed ; 
 Thy word, the sceptre in thy hand, 
 Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed. 
 And bow their wills to thy command. 
 
 8 "That day shall show, thy pow'r is great. 
 When saints shall flock with willing minds. 
 And sinners crowd thy temple gate. 
 Where holiness in beauty shines ! " 
 
 mf 4 O blessed pow'r, O glorious day ! 
 What a large ymVry shall ensue ? 
 And converts, who thy grace obey, 
 Exceed the drops of morning dew ! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Beverly. Dedham. 
 Chrisfs Kingdom and Priesthood. 
 M 1 JESUS, our Lord! ascend thy throne, 
 And near thy Father sit ; 
 In Zion shall thy pow'r be known,. 
 And make thy foes submit. 
 
 2 Jesus, our Priest, forever lives, 
 To plead for us above : 
 Jesus, our King, forever gives- 
 The blessings of his love. 
 
 3 God shall exalt his glorious head, 
 And his high throne maintain ; 
 
 Shall strike the powers and princes dead. 
 Who dare oppose his reign. watts. 
 
 Third Version — H. M. Harwich. Stoiv. 
 Christ a King and Priest. 
 mf 1 AT God's right hand, behold,-- 
 Triumphant from the dead, 
 O'er all things made the head,— 
 Jesus his seat doth hold; 
 
252 PSALM 110. 
 
 And He his word will wide extend. 
 His rod of strength, to earth's far end ! 
 
 — 2 In holiness arrayed. 
 
 Made willing by his voice. 
 His people will rejoice, — 
 By them his grace displayed ; 
 And they more numerous to the view. 
 Than crystal drops of morning dew ! 
 mf 3 O, spread Christ's name abroad ! 
 rop A Priest, whose blood was spilt. 
 
 He expiates our guilt, 
 And pleads for us with God ! 
 mf Praise Him ! for once He drank, we know, 
 
 — For us of turbid stream of wo ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 75. Southampton. KimbalL 
 The Messiah's Power and Kingdom, 
 II 1 GOD hath said to Zion's King, 
 "At my right hand take thy seat. 
 Till subjected I shall bring 
 All thy foes low at thy feet. 
 
 2 "Out of Zion goes the word. 
 Sceptre of thy conqu'ring might ; 
 Rule amidst thy foes the Lord ! 
 On the darkness pour the light ! 
 
 3 "Lo, thy subjects shall arise, 
 More than conqu'ring kings e'er knew, 
 Num'rous shall they meet thine eyes. 
 As the drops of morning dew. 
 
 4 "Thou art kingly Priest fore'er. 
 King of righteousness and peace ; 
 All the kings thy pow'r shall fear ; 
 "Wide thy kingdom shall increase. 
 
 5 "Thou shalt see with victor's look 
 All thy foes discomfited ; 
 Drinking in the way the brook. 
 Thou slmlt, conqu'ring, lift thy head ! " allen. 
 
 Fifth Version. — 6 <!^4. Oakham. Italian Hymn. 
 Converts to Christ. 
 If I TRIUMPHANT from the dead, 
 O'er all is Christ the head j 
 
PSALM 111. 253 
 
 Him we adore ! 
 From Zion shall extend 
 To earth's remotest end 
 The word, which He doth send, — 
 
 His rod of power! 
 
 2 Made willing by his voice, 
 His people will rejoice, 
 
 In virtue bright, — 
 More num'rous to the view, 
 Than crystal drops of dew. 
 Decking each leaf's green hue 
 By morning's light. 
 
 S A Priest, whose blood was spilt, 
 He expiates our guilt. 
 
 And pleads with God ; 
 For us He drank of wo. 
 Which in his way did flow ; 
 His name through earth below 
 
 Is spread abroad ! allen. 
 
 111. First VersiOx^. — CM. Santee, Marlow. 
 
 God^s Works. 
 II 1 SONGS of immortal praise belong 
 To my almighty God: 
 He has my heart, and He my tongue 
 To spread his name abroad. 
 
 2 How great the works, his hand hath wrought.^ 
 How glorious in our sight? 
 And men in ev'ry age have sought 
 His wonders with delight. 
 
 — 3 Nature and time, and earth and skies 
 
 Thy heav'nly skill proclaim: 
 mp What shall we do to make us wise^ 
 But learn to read thy name ? 
 
 — 4 To fear thy pow'r, to trust thy grace 
 
 Is our divinest skill ; 
 And he's the wisest of our race. 
 Who best obeys thy will 1 watts.^ 
 
 22 
 
254 PSALM 111. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Dedham, Marlow. 
 God^s Works and Mercy. 
 
 M 1 GREAT is the Lord ; his works of might 
 Demand our noblest songs ! 
 Let his assembled saints unite 
 Their harmony of tongues. 
 
 % Great is the mercy of the Lord, 
 He gives his children food, 
 And, ever mindful of his word, 
 He makes his promise good. 
 
 3 His Son, the great Redeemer, came 
 To seal his cov'nant sure ; — 
 Holy and rev 'rend is his name ; — 
 His ways are just and pure. 
 
 4 They, who would grow divinely wise, 
 Will fear the Lord and love ; — 
 
 mf From men let ceaseless praises rise 
 
 To God, supreme above ! watts. 
 
 Third Version. — S. M. St. Thomas, Olmutz, 
 God's Works of Power and Mercy ^ 
 II 1 THE works of God are great. 
 And glorious to the eye; 
 On them his saints will meditate, 
 And ponder them with joy. 
 
 2 His wondrous works He made 
 To be remember'd well ; 
 In brightest majesty arrayed, — 
 His glory who can tell ^ 
 
 8 His ways are true and right, 
 All his commandments sure ; 
 His word pours out its cheering light. 
 And ever shall endure. 
 
 mp 4 His gospel speaks of love, — 
 
 mf Salyation from on high, — 
 
 Of Jesus, coming from above 
 
 To bring redemption nigh ! illen. 
 
PSALM 112. C55 
 
 112. First Yersiox.— L. M. Hebron, Ward, 
 
 Blessedness of the Pious and Charitable, 
 u 1 THRICE happy man, who tears the Lord, 
 Loves his conmiaiuls, and trusts his word! 
 Honor and peace his days attend, 
 And blessings to his seed descend. 
 
 2 Compassion dwells upon his mind, 
 To works of mercy still inclined j 
 He lends the poor some present aid. 
 Or gives them, not to be repaid, 
 
 3 When times grow dark, and tidings spread, 
 That till his neighbors round with tlread. 
 His heart is arni'd against the fear, 
 
 mf For God with all his pow'r is there ! 
 
 1 1 4 His soul, well tlx-d upon the Lord, 
 
 Draws heav'nly courage from his word: 
 
 Amidst the darkness light shall rise 
 
 To cheer his heart, and bless his eyes I watts. 
 
 Secoxd Yersiox. — L. M. Hebron. Wai'd, 
 Blessedness of the Good Man. 
 II 1 THAT man is blest, who stands in awe 
 Of God, and loves his sacred law ; 
 His seed on earth shall be renov^^l'd, 
 And with successive honors cro\^'n'd. 
 
 2 His house, the seat of wealth, shall be 
 
 An inexhausted treasury ; 
 
 His hands, while they his alms bestow, 
 
 His glory's future harvest sow. 
 
 3 The soul, that's lill'd with virtue-s light, 
 > Shines brightest in atHiction's night ;— 
 p The sweet remembrance of the just 
 
 >• Shall flourish, when he sleeps in dust. tate. 
 
 Third Yersiox. — C. M. Corinth. Dedham. 
 Btessedness of the Good Man. 
 1 HAPPY is he, who fears the Lord, 
 And follows his commands, 
 Who lends the poor without reward, 
 Or gives with lib'ral hands. 
 
256 PSALM 112. 
 
 mp 2 As pity dwells within his breast 
 To all the sons of need, 
 
 — So God shall answer his request 
 With blessings on his seed. 
 
 3 No evil tidings shall surprise 
 His well established mind ; 
 
 His soul to God, his refuge, flies, 
 And leaves his fears behind. 
 
 4 His works of piety and love 
 Remain before the Lord ; 
 
 mf < Honor on earth and joys above 
 
 Shairbe his sure reward ! watts. 
 
 Fourth Version. — H. M. Harwich. Slow,. 
 Blessings upon the Righteous, 
 II 1 YE people, praise the Lord ! 
 The man, who stands in awe, 
 And trembles at God's word, 
 And keeps his holy law, 
 Is now and shall be ever blest. 
 For God's rich mercies on him rest! 
 
 — 2 His children, too, shall share 
 
 A blessing from on high ; 
 
 The Lord's paternal care 
 
 To them is ever nigh: — 
 The race of holy men and good 
 Shall ne'er be swept by vengeful flood. 
 
 3 The soul, renew'd, upright. 
 Escapes the sinner's doom, 
 i< And sees a cheering light 
 
 > In sorrow's deepest gloom ; — 
 
 mf His deeds of kindness and of love 
 
 Draw down God's blessings from above ! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 Fifth Version. — H. M. Harwich, Stow, 
 The upright Man blessed. 
 II 1 HE'S blest, who stands in awe. 
 And keeps God's holy law ; 
 His children too shall share 
 The Lord's paternal care 5 
 
PSALM 113, 114. 257 
 
 Riches to him the Lord assures ; 
 His righteousness fore'er endures. 
 
 2 The soulj upright, renew'd. 
 With faith and love endued. 
 In sorrow's darkest night 
 Beholds a heav'nly light : — 
 
 Thus gladden'd in the deepest gloom, 
 This man ne'er meets the sinner's doom. 
 
 3 His charities, wide spread, 
 Bring blessings on his head ; 
 His righteousness unmoved, — 
 For all his goodness loved, — 
 
 He shall, when he shall come to die^ 
 Forever dwell in yon blue sky! allen. 
 
 PSALM 113 S. M. Pentonville, Puddington. 
 
 Exhortation to praise God. 
 mf 1 YE servants of the Lord, 
 Your God on high extol. 
 And spread his name and praise abroad, 
 
 < While ceaseless ages roll ! 
 
 — 2 From eastern dawn of lights 
 
 To where the sun goes down, 
 Lift ye your voice in pure delight, 
 And all God's mercies own. 
 
 mf 3 For who is like our God, 
 
 Enthron'd in heav'n on high, — 
 His glory beaming all abroad 
 In dazzling majesty? 
 
 — 4 Yet He regards the poor. 
 
 And lifts him from the dust ; 
 
 < And He will bless forevermore 
 
 The good man and the just ! allen. 
 
 114, First Ver. — L. M. Baltimore, Uxbiidge. 
 Miracles of Israel's Journey. 
 »• 1 WHEN Israel march'd from Egypt's land, 
 Obedient to the Lord's command, 
 22* 
 
258 PSALM 114. 
 
 The sea disclos'd a passage wide. 
 And Jordan turn'd his flood aside. 
 
 2 What ail'd thee, sea, that thou in dread 
 Didst leave thy dark and oozy bed? 
 What ail'd thee, Jordan, that in awe 
 Thy tide roU'd back, 'gainst nature's law.^ 
 
 3 'T was God, who spake the mighty word ; 
 With rev'rence sea and river heard ; — 
 Then tremble, earth, before the might 
 Of God, enthron'd in heav'nly light ! 
 
 4 Behold, the affrighted mountains quake, 
 And all their rock-crown 'd summits shake: 
 They trembled at his presence there. 
 Where thunders did his name declare. 
 
 5 He smote the rock by Moses' rod, 
 When Israel in the desert trod. 
 And out there gush'd the living stream ; 
 
 On dying men the waters gleam! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — 7s. Kimball. JVuremburg, 
 
 [Exact copy of parallelism of the Hebrew.] 
 Gocfs Works in Behalf of Israel. 
 f 1 WHEN from Egypt Israel came, 
 
 Jacob's house from chains and shame, 
 Judah was God's sacred place, 
 Israel was his throne of grace. 
 
 2 Then the sea beheld and fled, 
 Jordan fell back tow'rds its head ! 
 Then the mountains leap'd like rams, 
 Then the hills too skipp'd like lambs. 
 
 3 Why, O sea, fledd'st thou away.?* 
 Jordan too, whence thy dismay.'* 
 Whence, ye mountains, snow-clad, white, 
 Whence J ye hills, your wild aff'right.'* 
 
 4 Tremble, earth ! before the Lord, 
 At the God of Jacob's word. 
 Who the rock to pool did change, 
 Flint to living fount most strange. — 
 
PSALM 115. 259 
 
 Jesus ! thron'd in pow'r above. 
 
 Greater wonder show in love : — 
 
 From each flinty heart below 
 
 Let repenting thoughts outflow! allen. 
 
 115. First Ver.— S. M. Pentonville. St. Thorn, 
 The Vanity of Idols. 
 
 1 NOT unto us be praise, 
 But glory, Lord, to Thee ! 
 
 The honors of thy truth we raise, 
 Of love and mercy free ! 
 
 2 They ask, "Where's now your God?" — 
 mf '^In heav'n," our lips reply, 
 
 "And through the universe abroad 
 No pow'r can his defy !" 
 
 — 3 Their gods, their stone-hew'd blocks, 
 
 Were cut by human hand ; 
 
 So weak, they cannot bear rude shocks, 
 
 But fall down in the sand. 
 
 4 With mouths, they cannot speak ; 
 With eyes, they cannot see ; 
 
 On their dull ear no sounds can break, 
 With feet, they cannot flee. 
 
 5 O stupid worshippers ! — 
 mf Israel! on God rely! 
 
 He grace, and strength, and joy confers ; — 
 Youi* help, — He's always nigh ! a.llen. 
 
 Second Version. — 7s. JVuremburg. Kimball, 
 Trust in God, not in Idols. 
 1 "WHERE'S your God?" the heathen cry ; 
 Firmly do our lips reply, 
 mf "God in heav'n has built his throne, 
 Through the earth his will is done !" 
 
 — 2 Vain to idol gods they pray, 
 
 Gods of silver, gold, and clay. 
 Who to loudest pray'r are deaf. 
 Who can give no glad relief. 
 
260 PSALM 116. 
 
 mf 3 Israel ! trust thou in the Lord ; 
 
 Make your shield his faithful word ; 
 He can hear, and see, and bless, — 
 He can save in righteousness! 
 
 — 4 All God's servants are most blest, 
 
 Destin'd for eternal rest ; 
 f Praise your God, who lives and reigns, 
 
 Praise Him with unceasing strains! allkn. 
 
 116. First Ver.— C. M. Dundee, Downs. 
 Gratitude for Mercies. 
 
 Aff 1 WHAT shall I render to my God 
 For all his kindness shown? 
 My feet shall visit thine abode, 
 My songs address thy throne. 
 
 2 How happy all thy servants are! 
 How great thy ^race to nie ! 
 
 My life, which Thou hast made thy care, 
 Lord, I devote to Thee! 
 
 3 Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain, 
 And bound me with thy love ; — 
 
 From Thee I ne'er will stray again ; 
 Ne'er shall my purpose move. 
 
 4 Here, in thy courts, I leave n)y vow, 
 And thy rich grace record ; 
 
 mf Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, 
 
 If I forsake the Lord ! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Olmutz. Dover, 
 Praise for Escape from Death. 
 
 1 THE Lord hath heard my voice, 
 Therefore I love his name ; 
 In Him forever I'll rejoice, 
 f And give Him loud acclaim ! 
 
 mp 2 Oppress'd with fear of death. 
 
 To Him I rais'd my cry ; 
 — The Lord restor'd my fainting breath, 
 
 And brought deliv'rance nigh. 
 
PSALM 116. 261 
 
 3 Return now to thy rest, 
 
 My soul, well nigh o'erthrown ! 
 Forever let the Lord be blest. 
 Whose mercy thou hast known. 
 
 4 I'm sav'd now from my fears, 
 My feet from slipp'ry path, 
 
 My eyes from bitter flowing tears, 
 > My soul from endless wrath ! 
 
 — 5 What thanks, then, do I owe 
 
 For all this love to me ? 
 mf I'll pay, O Lord, my solemn vow 
 
 By ceaseless praise to Thee ! alleit. 
 
 Third Version. — 6s. Chaplin, Alps, 
 Recovery from Sickness, 
 Aff 1 THE Lord, my God, I love, 
 Who bow'd to me his ear 
 And me did kindly hear. 
 And sav'd me from above: — 
 I'll pray, O Lord, to Thee, 
 So long, as life shall be ! 
 
 2 My soul ! seek now thy rest ! 
 Restor'd my fainting breath. 
 And brought from brink of death, — 
 Thy God hath made thee blest ! 
 mf Then give Him grateful praise, 
 And walk in his right ways ! 
 
 aff 3 What shall I render Thee 
 
 For all thy wondrous love. 
 And mercy from above, 
 Pour'd richly do\vn on me ? 
 mf The cup of joy I'll take, 
 
 And songs of praise will wake ! 
 
 — 4 In thee, O Salem blest! 
 
 Within Jehovah's house 
 I'll pay my solemn vows, 
 To Him in wo address'd: — 
 My soul, from bonds set free, 
 aff I yield, O Lord, to Thee! allen. 
 
262 PSALM 117. 
 
 117. First Ver. — L. M. Mendon, Old Handre6 
 
 Exhortation to praise God- 
 f 1 FROM all, who dwell below the skies, 
 Let the Creator's praise arise ; 
 Let the Redeemer's name be sung 
 Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue. 
 
 — 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; 
 mf Eternal truth attends thy word : 
 f Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
 
 Till suns shall rise and set no more ! watts. 
 
 Second Ver. — L. M. Arnheim, Old Hiitidred, 
 
 The JVations exhorted to praise God, 
 
 f 1 O COME, ye nations, praise the Lord! 
 For firm as mountains is his word. 
 And naui^ht our confidence shall shame! 
 Come, all ye people, praise his name ! 
 
 — 2 Great is his kindness and his love: — 
 
 Forever shines his truth above, 
 mf And faithful is his word of power; — 
 f O, praise Jehovah evermore ! ali 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Tallis Chant, Marlow^ 
 
 Praise to God. 
 mf 1 YE nations, once in darkest night, 
 
 Now cheer'd by glorious beams, 
 
 Praise ye the Lord, who gives you light, < 
 
 Whose radiant truth outgleams ! 
 
 2 His mercy and his love are great. 
 And firm his faithful word ; 
 f Ye nations, then, with joy elate, " 
 
 In songs extol the Lord ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Ver. — S. M. Westminster, Silver Street. 
 The JVations called to praise God, 
 
 f 1 O, COME, Jehovah praise. 
 Extol his glorious name ; 
 Your grateful songs, ye nations, raise. 
 And all his works proclaim ! 
 
PSALM 117. 263 
 
 p 2 How wonderful his love? 
 
 — How sure his faithful word? 
 
 f Forever shines his truth above : 
 
 flf Ye nations, praise the Lord ! allen. 
 
 Fifth Ver. — P. M. Hymn, -'The Lord is great. ^^ 
 
 Praise to God, 
 f 1 THE Lord is great, O praise Him, every nation! 
 
 O praise Him in your songs of joy ; 
 
 Let praise to God for all his great salvation 
 
 All people's lips and hearts employ! 
 
 p 2 His grace flows freely from ten thousand fountains, 
 
 — As sun's pure light shines free abroad ; 
 
 f<: His truth is firmer, than the rock-built mountains: 
 
 ff Then Hallelujah sing aloud! allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 7s. Kimball, Wilmot. 
 The jyTations exhorted to praise God, 
 
 f 1 SING, ye nations, songs of joy, 
 
 Hymns of praise to God on high ; 
 <> Firm as mountain-rocks his word ; 
 f Sure the promise of the Lord ! 
 
 mp 2 Bright his beams of truth and love^ 
 
 Great his mercy from above ! 
 f People of the Earth! proclaim 
 ff All the glories of his name ! allen. 
 
 Seventh Version. — 10(^-11. Warrenton, Lyons. 
 Praise to God. 
 
 f 1 O, PRAISE ye the Lord, ye nations around ; 
 
 With joy, all ye people, praise his great name; 
 mp To us do his mercies and kindness abound, 
 
 His truth, it is always unchang'd and the same! 
 
 f 2 0, praise ye the Lord for wonders of love 
 
 And glorious displays of infinite power! 
 
 O, praise the Redeemer, who came from above, 
 p< Who died for us once, but who lives evermore! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
264 PSALM 118. 
 
 118. First Version. — L. M. RothioelL Walto\ 
 Hosanna to Christ. 
 
 n 1 LO, what a glorious Corner-Stone 
 The Jewish builders did refuse ! 
 But God hath built his Church thereon 
 In spite of envy and the Jews. 
 
 2 Great God, the work is all divine. 
 The joy and wonder of our eyes ! 
 This is the day, that proves it thine, 
 The day, that saw our Savior rise. 
 
 3 By grateful saints his praise be spread y 
 mf Hosanna ! let his name be blest ! 
 
 A thousand honors on his head, 
 With peace, and light, and glory rest I 
 
 4 In God's own name He comes to bring 
 Salvation to our dying race ; 
 
 f Let the whole church address their King 
 
 With hearts of joy and songs of praise! wa^tts. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Marloic. Coventry, 
 Christ the Foundation of the Church, 
 »i 1 BEHOLD the sure foundation stone, 
 Which God in Zion lays. 
 To build our heav'nly hopes upon 
 And his eternal praise. 
 
 2 The builders, foolish and unblest. 
 Reject it with disdain ; 
 mf Yet on this rock shall Zion rest, 
 > And envy rage in vain. 
 
 — 3 What though the gates of hell withstand? 
 
 Yet shall this building rise : 
 mf Rear'd, Lord, by thine almighty hand, 
 
 'Tis wondrous in our eyes I watts. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Howard. Colchester, 
 The Lord^s Day. 
 I THIS is the day, the Lord hath made, 
 He calls the hours his own ; 
 By all on earth let praise be paid. 
 And all around his throne^ 
 
PSALM 118. 265 
 
 2 To day He rose and left the dead. 
 And Satan's empire fell ; 
 
 To day the saints his triumphs spread. 
 And all his wonders tell. 
 
 3 Blest be the Lord, from heav'n who came 
 With messages of grace ; 
 
 Who comes in God his Father's name 
 To save our sinful race. 
 
 4 Hosanna to the anointed^King, 
 To David's holy Son ! 
 
 Help us, O Lord ; descend and bring 
 Salvation from thy throne ! 
 
 f 5 Hosanna in the loudest strains. 
 The church on earth can raise ; 
 The highest heav'ns, in which He reigns. 
 Shall give Him nobler praise ! watts. 
 
 Fourth Version. — S. M. St, Thomas, Dover. 
 Salvation by Christ. 
 H 1 SEE, what a living Stone 
 The iDuilders did refuse ! 
 Yet God hath built his church thereon 
 In spite of envious Jews. 
 
 2 The scribe and angry priest 
 Reject thine only Son ; 
 mf Yet on this Rock shall Zion rest 
 As the chief corner-stone ! 
 
 — 3 The work, O Lord, is thine. 
 And wondrous in our eyes ; 
 This day declares it all divine. 
 This day did Jesus rise ! 
 
 mf 4 This is the glorious day. 
 
 That our Redeemer made ; 
 
 Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray ; 
 
 Let grateful praise be paid ! 
 
 f 5 Hosanna to the King 
 
 Of David's royal blood! 
 Bless Him, ye saints, He comes to bring 
 Salvation from your God ! watts. 
 
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266 PSALM 118. || 
 
 Fifth Ver. — S. M. *S;. Thomas. Silver Street. 
 Christ the Foundation of the Church. 
 It 1 SEE, what a glorious Stone 
 The builders did despise, — 
 Jesus, the Christ, God's only Son, 
 Descended from the skies ! 
 
 2 Yet on this rock is placed, — 
 This corner stone well tried, — 
 Zion's broad temple undefaced. 
 Which shames each house of pride. 
 
 inf< 3 Still higher shall it rise. 
 Expanding in extent. 
 Till it shall greet all human eyes 
 In joyful wonderment! 
 
 f 4 Then shall one temple-song 
 Sound from all lips abroad, 
 ^ One song from earth's uncounted throng, 
 
 ff One song of praise to God! allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — Gs. Chaplin. Alps. 
 Praise to God. 
 mf 1 GIVE thanks unto the Lord, 
 
 And come in rapt'rous mood 
 To praise Him, who is good. 
 And faithful to his word : — 
 Let Israel now say. 
 His mercy lasts for aye ! 
 
 — 2 Within the good man's tent 
 
 You hear a gladsome voice, 
 
 For He doth e'er rejoice 
 In mercies to him sent : — 
 Thy own right hand of might, 
 O Lord, his foes shall smite. 
 
 3 On failing vision, dim, 
 
 God shed his splendors great ; — 
 
 Then ope to me his gate. 
 To render praise to Him : 
 mf 'Tis God, who light doth show ! 
 f Let praise, then, ceaseless flow I allei^. 
 
PSALM 119. 267 
 
 119. First Version. — L. M. Hebron, Ward. 
 
 Love to God's Word. 
 aff 1 O, HOW I love thy law, O Lord, 
 And ponder on thy precious word? 
 From this full fount of light and love 
 I draw the wisdom from above. 
 
 2 Thy word, — a lamp of purest light, 
 Outbeaming on the darksome night, — 
 Shall guide me, lest my feet should stray. 
 And lead me in the heav'nward way. 
 
 3 O, how I love thy holy word? 
 
 What joys and hopes thy truths afford? 
 Not honey to my mouth so sweet. 
 As some sure promise, which I meet! 
 
 4 As rainbow bird, 'mid beauteous flowers. 
 Roves and each nectar cup explores. 
 
 So to thy op'ning truths I haste, 
 
 And food of heav'n in wonder taste ! i.llen. 
 
 Secoxd Version. — C. M. Medjield, Dedham, 
 Instruction fro?n Scripture. 
 
 1 HOW shall the young secure their hearts, 
 And guard their lives from sin ? 
 
 Thy word the choicest rule imparts 
 To keep the conscience clean. 
 
 2 When once it enters to the mind, 
 It spreads such light abroad. 
 
 The meanest souls instruction find. 
 And raise their thoughts to God. 
 
 3 'T is, like the sun, a heav'nly light. 
 That guides us all the day ; 
 
 And, through the dangers of the night, 
 A lamp to lead our way. 
 
 mf 4 Thy word is everlasting truth ! 
 
 mp How pure is every page ? 
 
 — That holy book shall guide our youth, 
 
 And well support our age. watts. 
 
2e« PSALM 119. 
 
 Third VersiOxV. — C. M.^Meriden. WanoicJc. 
 Delight in the Scriptures, 
 Aff 1 O, HOW I love thy holy law! 
 'T is daily my delight ; 
 And thence my meditations draw 
 Divine advice by night. 
 
 2 My waking eyes prevent the day 
 To meditate thy word ; 
 
 My soul with longing melts away 
 To hear thy gospel, liord ! 
 
 3 How doth thy word my heart engage? 
 How well employ my tongue? 
 
 And in my tiresome pilgrimage 
 < Yields me a heav'nly song ! watts. 
 
 Fourth Version. — C. M. St. Martinis, Irish, 
 Perfection of Scripture. 
 
 1 LET all the heathen writers join 
 To form one perfect book ; — 
 
 Great God ! if once compared with thine, 
 How mean their writings look? 
 
 2 Not the most perfect rules, they gave, 
 Could show one sin forgiven, 
 
 Nor lead a step beyond the grave ; — 
 But thine conduct to heaven ! 
 
 5 I've seen an end of what we call 
 Perfection here below ; 
 How short the pow'rs of nature fall. 
 And can no further go. 
 
 4 Yet men would fain be just with God 
 By works, their hands have wrought ; 
 But thy commands, exceeding broad, 
 Extend to ev'ry thought. 
 
 6 Our faith, and love, and ev'iy grace 
 Fall far below thy word ; 
 But perfect truth and righteousness 
 Dwell only with the Lord. watts. 
 
PSALM 119. 269 
 
 Fifth Version — C. M. Dedham, Litchfield. 
 Value of the Bible. 
 
 1 LORD, I have made thy word my choice. 
 
 My lasting heritage ; 
 mf There shall my noblest pow'rs rejoice. 
 My warmest thoughts engage ! 
 
 — 2 I'll read the histories of thy love. 
 And keep thy laAvs in sight, 
 While through the promises I rove 
 With ever fresh delight. 
 
 mf S 'T is a broad land, of wealth unknovra. 
 Where springs of life arise, 
 Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, 
 And hidden glory lies. 
 
 mp 4 The best relief, that mourners have, 
 
 It makes our sorrows blest ; 
 mf Our fairest hope beyond the grave, 
 > And our eternal rest ! watts. 
 
 Sixth Version. — C, M. Melrose. Winter. 
 Breathing after Holiness. 
 Aff 1 O, THAT the Lord would guide my ways 
 To keep his statutes still ! 
 O that my God would grant me grace 
 To know and do his will ! 
 
 2 O, send thy Spirit dovm, — to write 
 Thy law upon my heart ; 
 
 No slanders let my tongue indite. 
 Nor act the liar's part. 
 
 3 From vanity turn off my eyes ; 
 Let no corrupt design. 
 
 Nor covetous desires arise 
 Within this soul of mine. 
 
 4 Order my footsteps by thy word, 
 And make my heart sincere : 
 Let sin have no dominion. Lord, 
 But keep my conscience clear. 
 
 5 My soul hath gone too far astray. 
 My feet too often slip ; 
 
 23* 
 
270 PSALM 119. 
 
 Yet, since I've not forgot thy way, 
 Restore thy wand'ring sheep. 
 
 6 Make me to walk in thy commands ; 
 'Tis a delightful road ; 
 mf Nor let my head, or heart, or hands 
 
 Offend against my God. watts. 
 
 Seventh Version. — C. M. Howard. Dundee, 
 Holy Resolutions* 
 1 O, THAT thy statutes ev'ry hour 
 Might dwell upon my mind ! 
 Thence I derive a quick'ning power, 
 And daily peace I find. 
 
 3^ To meditate thy precepts. Lord, 
 Shall be my sweet employ ; 
 mf My soul shall ne'er forget thy word ; 
 Thy word is all my joy ! 
 
 — 3 How would I run in thy commands. 
 
 If thou my heart discharge 
 
 From sin's and Satan's hateful bands, 
 
 And set my feet at large .'' watts. 
 
 Eighth Ver. — S. M. Westminster, St, Thomas. 
 God^s Word a Light, 
 
 1 THY word is to my feet 
 
 A lamp of brightest beams, 
 
 A light, that in my path I meet. 
 
 Which in thick darkness gleams. 
 
 2 My vows I will perform. 
 Thy holy laws to keep, 
 
 Nor sin amid affliction's storm. 
 When toss'd on boist'rous deep. 
 
 3 Though sinners lay a snare, 
 And spread a net for me ; 
 
 mf Yet shall thy word and watchful care 
 My glad deliv'rance be ! 
 
 — 4 My soul thy law reveres. 
 
 And loves thy precepts sage, 
 mf And they shall be, through endless years. 
 My joy and heritage! allen. 
 
PSALM 119. 271 
 
 Ninth Ver. — 75. (v, 1-8.) Lincoln. PleyeVs Hymn. 
 Happiness of the Righteous. 
 
 1 BLEST are men of lives upright. 
 Who the law of God observe. 
 Keep his statutes with delight. 
 And from Him do never sw erve ! 
 
 2 Blest the men of fervent prayer, 
 Seeking God with their whole heart, 
 Shunning error's paths with care. 
 And who ne'er from Him depart. 
 
 aff 3 Lord ! my steps I pray Thee guide ; 
 Keep me in thy perfect way ; 
 Then my steps shall never slide. 
 Nor my soul e'er meet dismay. 
 4 Thee I'll praise with heart sincere, 
 When I've learn'd thy righteous word: 
 Thy pure laws will I revere ; — 
 Me forsake not, O my Lord ! allen* 
 
 "Tenth Ver.— 7s. (y. 9-16.) Lincoln, PleyeVs H. 
 Instruction from. Scripture. 
 
 1 HOW shall young man cleanse his way? 
 Let him keep thy guiding w^ord: — 
 
 aff With my heart to Thee I pray. 
 Let me not forsake Thee, Lord! 
 
 2 In my heart thy word I hide. 
 That my joys no sins may blight: 
 Thou art blest, let me abide 
 
 In thy statutes with delight. 
 — 3 Thy just judgments with my voice 
 
 Will I speak with courage bold : 
 
 In thy truth do I rejoice, 
 
 More than in the treasur'd gold. 
 4 Oft my soul shall ponder well 
 
 Thy commands and then obey: 
 aff Never, Lord, may I rebel. 
 
 Never from thy statutes stray ! ai.len. 
 
 XI Ver. — 7s, (y. 17-24.) Prentiss. JVuremburg. 
 Guidance by God^s Word. 
 Aff 1 DEAL with me in mercy. Lord, 
 Let me live, and keep thy word ; 
 
4 
 
 272 PSALM 119. 
 
 Let my eyes thy laws behold, 
 Wondrous things to me unfold ! 
 
 2 Pilgrim in the earth, I stray, — 
 Let me not forsake thy way ; 
 Keen the thirstings of my soul, 
 Lord, to know thy law's control! 
 
 — 3 Humble Thou the scornful pride, 
 Turning from thy laws aside ; 
 Scorn and shame from me remove, 
 For thy statutes I do love ! 
 
 4 Falsely though my foes accuse, 
 On thy law I yet will muse ; 
 Thy good word is my delight, 
 mf Thou wilt guide my steps aright! allen. 
 
 XII Ver. — 7s. {v, 25-32.) Prentiss. JVuremburg, 
 Quickening by God^s Word. 
 Aff 1 CLEAVING to the dust, O Lord, 
 Quicken me by thy good word ; 
 I my ways to Thee confessed. 
 Thou hast heard and made me blest ! 
 
 2 Thy right way, O make me know. 
 
 Then thy wondrous works I'll show ; — ^ 
 
 Now my soul doth melt for care, 
 Let thy word my strength repair. 
 
 3 Hollow ways from me remove. 
 Let me thy good law approve ; 
 Path of truth is my free choice. 
 In thy judgments I rejoice. 
 
 4 To thy word do I adhere ; 
 Save me then from shame and fear ; j 
 With sweet joy enlarge my heart, 
 
 mf Then from Thee I'll ne'er depart! allen. 
 
 xiii Version. — 75. {v. 33-40.) Edyjield, Kimball 
 Divine Instruction. 
 Aff 1 TEACH thy statutes, God of light! 
 Then I'll keep thy laws aright ; 
 Give me vision of thy way, 
 Then from Thee I ne'er shall stray. 
 
 S 
 
PSALM 119. 273 
 
 2 In thy law O guide me still, 
 For I greatly love thy ^vill ; 
 To thy word my heart incline. 
 Check all selfishness of mine. 
 
 3 Turn from objects vain my eyes. 
 Make me in thy path-way wise: 
 Let thy word confirm my soul, 
 Let thy fear my steps control. 
 
 4 Base reproach from me remove, 
 All thy ways are truth and love : 
 How I've long'd thy truth to know? 
 Then let mercies to me flow ! allen. 
 
 XIV Version. — Ts. (v, 41-49.) Ch^ant, Edyjield. 
 Delight in the Truth. 
 Aff 1 LET thy mercies come to me. 
 Then salvation I shall see, — 
 To reproach can then reply. 
 Since on Thee my hopes rely. 
 
 2 Take not. Lord, thy word away ; 
 On thy judgments do I stay, 
 And shall feel thy law's control, 
 < While eternal ages roll ! 
 
 mf 3 I will walk at liberty, 
 
 For thy word shall make me free ; 
 With proud kings mj^ tongue is bold, 
 Thy good statutes to unfold. 
 
 4 In thy truth will I delight, 
 
 For thy w^ord beams on me bright; 
 Thy commandments will I keep, 
 mp On them meditating deep. allen, 
 
 XV Version. — 7s. {v, 49-56.) Grant, Edyjield. 
 
 Delight in the Word. 
 Aff 1 PROMIS'D blessings let me see, 
 
 For thy truth I trust, Lord! 
 
 This in sorrow comforts me, — 
 
 I am quicken'd by thy word. 
 
 2 Me in scorn do proud men hold. 
 Yet from Thee I've not declin'd: 
 
274 PSALM 119. 
 
 Viewing, Lord, thy ways of old, 
 p I the sweetest comfort find. 
 
 — 3 Horror hath my soul dismayed, 
 
 Seeing men who sin and rage: 
 Lord, thy laws my songs are made 
 In my house of pilgrimage. 
 
 aff 4 And thy name in darkest night 
 Has assuag'd my griefful mood ; 
 Thus I taste of sweet delight, — 
 Joy, that comes to all the good! allen. 
 
 XVI Ver. — 75. (r. 57-64.) Wilmot. JVuremburg. 
 
 God'^s Law obeyed, 
 Aff 1 THOrj'RT my portion, Lord on high ; 
 I have said, I'll keep thy word: 
 Thee I've sought most earnestly ; 
 Thy rich gifts to me accord. 
 
 2 Lord, I've thought upon my way, 
 And to Thee have turn'd my feet ; 
 Quick, not yielding to delay, 
 
 I have render'd homage meet. 
 
 3 Robb'dby bands of wictked men. 
 Yet from Thee I've not declined ; 
 
 Thee at night I'll praise again i 
 
 For thy judgments right and kind. 
 
 — 4 My companions fear thy name, 
 
 Steadfast walk in thy good way ; 
 mf Earth and heav'n thy love proclaim ; 
 
 — Lord! thy word make me obey ! allen. 
 
 XVII Version. — 7s. (v. 65-72.) Lincoln. Wilson, 
 
 Benefit of Afflictions, 
 aff 1 GOOD, according to thy word. 
 Are thy dealings, O my Lord! 
 Give me holiness and light, 
 For thy truth is my delight. 
 
 2 Free from sorrow, I did stray ; — 
 Now thy precepts I obey'; 
 Thou art good to me, my God ! 
 Teach me by affliction's rod. 
 
PSALM 119. 275 
 
 S Though traduc'd by proud men's lies. 
 On thy truth my soul relies ; 
 While their joys all goodness blight. 
 In thy law is njy delight. 
 
 4 Lord, 't is good to feel thy rod. 
 Thus I learn thy law, O God ! 
 Which of more esteem I hold, 
 Than the yellow heaps of gold. allen. 
 
 XVIII Version. — Is. {v. 73-80.) Wilmot. Wilson. 
 
 Prayer for Mercy » 
 Aff 1 THOU hast built my wondrous frame. 
 Teach me, Lord, to love thy name ; 
 They rejoice, who fear Thee, Lord, 
 For I trusted in thy word, 
 
 2 All thy judgments, Lord, are right ; 
 Mercy shines in sorrow's night 5 
 O, let mercies comfort me. 
 
 For thy promises are free ! 
 
 3 Let me tender mercies prove. 
 Let me live, for Thee I love :— • 
 Break the pride of causeless foes ; 
 In thy truth my hopes repose. 
 
 4 They, who fear Thee, with me join ; 
 All in righteous cause combine ; 
 Make me in thy statutes sound. 
 
 Then shall shame no hopes confound, allen, 
 
 XIX Version. — 7s. {v. 81-88.) Grant, Edyjield. 
 
 Reliance on the Wordy and Prayer.. 
 AS 1 FOR salvation. Lord, I sigh. 
 On thy word my hopes rely ; 
 Weeping, I do ask for rest ; 
 Render, Lord, my sorrows blest. 
 
 2 Lo, my shrivell'd frame decayed ! 
 Yet from Thee have I not strayed; 
 Longer must I bear my woes, 
 Ere Thou judge my raging foes? 
 
 3 Proud men dug a pit for me 
 In atrocious enmity ; 
 
276 PSALM 119. 
 
 Lord, thy statutes all are true, 
 Grant me thy protection due. 
 
 4 Lord, my heart with sorrow breaks. 
 Yet my soul ne'er Thee forsakes ; 
 Make me now alive to Thee, 
 So from guilt shall I be free ! allen. 
 
 XX Ver.— 7s. {v. 89-96.) Prentiss, jyicremburg. 
 
 God^s Laiv immutable. 
 
 1 EVER, Lord, in heav'n above 
 Stands thy word in truth and love ; 
 Earth thy statutes doth obey: 
 Fixed law shall ne'er decay. 
 
 2 All thy ordinance fulfil, 
 All are servants of thy will : 
 
 mp I had died in sorrow's night. 
 But thy law was my delight ! 
 
 — 3 With thy law I ne'er will strive, 
 
 Thou hast made my soul alive: 
 aflf I am thine ; thy word I love ; 
 Let me thy salvation prove. 
 
 — 4 Lord, my foes have lain in wait. 
 
 Yet thy truth I meditate ; 
 
 To perfection bounds I see. 
 
 But thy word runs boundlessly ! allen. 
 
 XXI Version. — 7s. {v. 97-104.) il'^lmot. JVUsont 
 
 Excellence of God's Word, 
 Aff 1 O, HOW much I love thy word. 
 Which I daily ponder, Lord? — 
 Word, which makes thy servant wise, 
 Wiser than my enemies. 
 
 — 2 Learned teachers I excel. 
 
 For I know thy records well ; 
 I surpass philosophers; 
 Wisdom thy good word confers. 
 
 8 Turning from all evil ways, 
 Thee I serve, and give Thee praise ; 
 From thy precepts I've not strayed, 
 Thou thy judgments hast displayed. 
 
PSALM 119. 277 
 
 p 4 Sweet thy word, 't is sweet repast, 
 Sweet, like honey to my taste ; 
 
 — Through thy word I knowledge gain, 
 And from evil ways refrain. allen. 
 
 xxii Ver.— 75. {v, 105-112.) Lincoln. PleyeVs H, 
 Gocfs Word a Lamp. 
 
 1 TO my paths thy word's a light, 
 To my feet a lamp most bright ; 
 Lord, my vows 1 will observe. 
 Nor from truth and duty swerve. 
 
 AfF 2 Bow'd by many sorrows. Lord, 
 Quicken me by thy good word ! 
 Take the otPrings, which I pay. 
 Make me thy just laws obey. 
 
 — 3 Though wild danger waits around. 
 
 In thy law my feet are found ; 
 Sinners lay their snares for me, — 
 By thy precepts I am free ! 
 
 4 In thy w^ord do I rejoice, — 
 My good heritage and choice ; 
 Thee I serv'd in times now past. 
 Nor will swerve, while time shall last ! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 xxin Ver. — 75. iy. 113-120.) Lincoln. Turin. 
 Support from the Word. 
 
 1 TO vain thoughts my heart is steel'd. 
 While I love thy statutes. Lord ; 
 Thou my hiding place and shield, 
 Firm I trust thy faithful word ! 
 
 2 Evil doers ! go from me, 
 
 I'll not in your footsteps tread, 
 But God's law keep constantly, 
 < So shall God lift up my head ! 
 
 aff 3 Hold me by thy mighty hand, 
 
 Let not my bright hopes betray ; 
 Make me love thy just command, 
 
 mp On thy mercies let me stay ! 
 24 
 
278 PSALM 119. 
 
 — 4 Foes Thou treadest under foot, 
 
 For thy judgments they deride ; 
 
 While they perish, branch and root, 
 mp Lord, in Thee will I confide. allen. 
 
 xjLiv Version. — 75. (u. 121-128.) Z/inco/n. Turin. 
 Love to the Word. 
 aff I JUSTLY have I walk'd O Lord, 
 Leave me not to vengeful sword ; 
 Be Thou surety for my soul, 
 And oppressing pow'r control. 
 
 2 For thy love my eyes. Lord, fail, 
 When shall I salvation hail.'* 
 
 In thy mercy deal with me, 
 Let me thy right statutes see. 
 
 3 I'm thy servant ; let me know 
 
 In what path my steps should go: 
 Lord, 'tis time for Thee t'arise, 
 For thy word do men despise. 
 
 4 I do thy commandments love. 
 
 More than gold, which fires approve ; 
 
 I thy precepts have deem'd right. 
 
 Hating what ojQTends thy sight. allen. 
 
 XXV Version. — 75. (i?. 129-136.) Wilmot, Wilson. 
 Love to God's Word. 
 
 1 LORD, thy judgments true and deep. 
 My glad soul doth love and keep ; 
 Thy good word brings heav'nly light. 
 On dark minds outbeaming bright ! 
 
 2 As, in desert, trav'ller thirsts, 
 
 So for Thee my heart now bursts ; 
 aff Look on me, thy mercy show. 
 As to those, thy love that know. 
 
 3 Let thy statutes be my guide. 
 Let no sin turn me aside ; 
 From oppression save me. Lord, 
 Grateful thus I'll keep thy word. 
 
 4 On me let thy face outshine. 
 Teach me thy good law divine ; 
 
PSALM 119. 279 
 
 Rivers, Lord, run dowa mine eyes, 
 
 For thy precepts men despise. ^llen. 
 
 XXVI Ver. — 75. (137-144.) Prentiss. J^uremburg, 
 
 God^s Word a Support, 
 
 1 JUSTICE, Lord, dwells in thy sight, 
 All thy judgments are upright ; 
 Faithful is thy word and true. 
 
 Men thy righteousness may view. 
 
 2 In my heart my zeal hath burned, 
 For my foes from Thee have turned: 
 Pure thy word, like gold refined, 
 And I store it in my mind. 
 
 3 While contempt and shame I prove, 
 I the more thy precepts love ; 
 
 Thy good law shall e'er endure, 
 For 'tis truth, unmix'd and pure. 
 
 4 Though dark woes o'ercloud my light, 
 mf Yet thy laws are my delight ; 
 
 Ne'er thy testimony dies, — 
 
 I shall live, by Thee made wise ! allen, 
 
 XXVII Ver. — 7s. {v. 145-152.) Waterbury. Turin. 
 
 Prayer and Confidence in God, 
 aff 1 WITH full heart to Thee I pray, 
 Hear me. Lord, I'll keep thy way ; 
 Earnestly to Thee I cried, 
 Save me, lest my footsteps slide. 
 
 2 Ere the dawn of light I prayed. 
 On thy word my hope I stayed ; 
 I night-watch anticipate, 
 On thy word I meditate. 
 
 8 Hear my voice, in mercy hear. 
 
 Bring thy quick'ning judgments near. 
 For mine enemies are nigh, — 
 Men, who thy just threats defy. 
 
 4 Thou art nearer stilly O Lord, 
 True and faithful is thy word : 
 Long thy counsels have I known, 
 mf They shall never be o'erthrown ! allen. 
 
280 PSALM 119. 
 
 xxviii Ver.— 75. (V. 153-160.) Prentiss. Naremh. 
 
 % Dependence on God's Word, 
 
 Aff 1 SEE me, pierc'd with sorrow's dart, 
 Yet from Thee I'll not depart ; 
 Plead my cause, deliv'rance give. 
 Make me by thy word alive. 
 
 — 2 From thy foes salvation's far, 
 
 They with thy good statutes war ; 
 Lord, thy wondrous love is great, 
 Let no fears my hopes abate. 
 
 3 Num'rous enemies combine, 
 Yet from Thee I'll not decline ; 
 Sinners I with grief beheld, 
 Who against thy word rebell'd. 
 
 Aflf 4 See, how much thy law I love, 
 
 Shed on me light from above ; 1 
 
 Ever are thy records true, i 
 
 Judgments past the future shew. allen. 
 
 XXIX Ver. — 7*. (v. 161-163. )Pren/w«. J^uremhurg, 
 Love to God's Law. 
 
 1 PERSECUTORS wake my fears. 
 Yet thy word my heart reveres ; 
 In the word I find delight. 
 
 As one finds the treasures bright ! 
 
 2 Perfidy and lies T hate. 
 
 In thy truth my joys are great ; — 
 aff Oft each day I praise thy name. 
 
 And thy judgments. Lord, proclaim. 
 
 3 They have peace, who love thy law% 
 Naught their souls from Thee shall draw ; 
 In thy mercy I confide. 
 
 Nor will go from Thee aside. 
 
 4 Thy good precepts have I loved. 
 And my love by works have proved ; 
 Thy commandments I've obey'd, 
 
 Thou my ways, Lord, hast surveyed, allex. 
 
PSALM 119. 281 
 
 XXX Ver.— 75. {v. 169-176.) Wilmot. Wilson. 
 
 Joy in the Word, 
 Aff 1 LET my cry to Thee come near, 
 
 Give me wisdom from thy woi'd ; 
 
 My loud supplication hear. 
 
 Save me by thy promise. Lord! 
 
 — 3 Thee my lips shall joyful praise. 
 
 When thy laws shine on me bright: 
 mf Grateful song my tongue shall raise, 
 For thy laws are just and right! 
 
 — 3 Save me by thy hand most strong, 
 
 I have made thy word my choice ; 
 For thy mercy, Lord, I long, 
 Greatly in thy word rejoice! 
 
 o 4 Kept by Thee, I'll praise and pray, 
 Me thy judgments shall uphold; 
 p Like a sheep I've gone astray, 
 mf Shepherd! bring me to thy fold! allen- 
 
 jtxxi Version. — 65. Chaplin, Jllps. 
 Excellence of God's Word. 
 p 1 HOW sweet I find thy word, 
 Delicious ev'ry hour ! 
 Sweeter, than honey stored, — 
 
 SippM from the fragrant flower, — 
 In wondrous bee-form'd cell, 
 In which the builders dwell ! 
 
 f 2 what celestial light 
 
 Thy word doth shed on me? 
 Resplendent, and most bright 
 
 Its beams are pour'd out freei 
 Each dark and frightful shape 
 Doth quickly make escape ! 
 
 3 Pour light upon my mind. 
 Let me thy glory see ! 
 Give me pure joys refined, 
 The joys, that spring from Theel 
 p Let me sweet truth e'er love. 
 
 And dwell in light above ! ali.i:n^ 
 
 24* " 
 
282 PSALM 120. 
 
 120, FirstVer. — L. M. Hebron. Rockingham. 
 
 Complaint of Strife; Desire of Peace, 
 
 1 I SOUGHT the Lord in my distress, 
 God heard my humble, earnest cry ; 
 Then, trav'ller in this wilderness, 
 To God lift up confiding eye ! 
 
 2 Although in Kcdar's tents I dwell ; 
 Yet, while my duty binds me here, 
 Among the sons of' Ishmael 
 
 My soul shall never shrink with fear. 
 
 3 For gentleness and peace I cry ; 
 
 mf But lo, their banner waves from far, 
 And, lifting up their spears on high. 
 They shout aloud for cruel war ! 
 
 mp 4 Come the blest hour, when strife shall cease, 
 > And angry passions die away, — 
 
 — When o'er the earth the sons of peace 
 
 mf Shall hold a mild, unquestion'd sway ! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Dover. Pentonville . 
 Prayer against Slander and Strife. 
 aff 1 DISTRESS'D, on God I call, 
 And He doth hear my cries ; 
 O save me, Lord, from lips of gall, 
 From tongue, that utters lies ! 
 
 — 2 What doth such tongue to Thee? 
 
 It burns, like coals, that glow ; 
 It pierces, like the arrow free, 
 Sent from the well-bent bow. 
 
 S In robbers' tents I dwell. 
 In dreary wilds afar ; 
 p Though I the voice of peace love well, 
 mf They furious cry for war ! 
 
 4 Soon come the blessed day, 
 When blast of war shall cease. 
 
 And all the earth shall own the sway 
 
 Of Jesus, Prince of Peace ! allen. 
 
PSALM 121. 283 
 
 121. First Version. — L. M. Hebron, Appleton. 
 Gocfs protecting Care. 
 
 1 UP to the hills I lift mine eyes, 
 Th' eternal hills beyond the skies ; 
 Thence all her help my soul derives ; 
 There my almighty Refuge liv^es. 
 
 2 He guides our feet, He guards our way ; 
 , His morning smiles bless all the day ; 
 
 . He spreads the wings of night, and keeps 
 
 I p The silent hours, while Israel sleeps. 
 
 I mf 3 Israel! a name divinely blest! 
 
 — Securely thou may'st rise and rest ; 
 j Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes 
 
 I Admit no slumber nor surprise. 
 
 I 4 No sun shall smite thy head by day ; 
 
 Nor the pale moon with sickly ray 
 ^ Shall blast thy couch ; no baleful star 
 
 ,1 Dart his malignant fire so far. 
 
 i 5 On thee foul spirits have no power ; 
 
 And, in thy last departing hour. 
 Angels, who trace the airy road, 
 mf Shall bear thee homeward to thy God! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. St, Martin's, Mear, 
 
 God's Protection. 
 
 1 UP to the hills I lift mine eyes. 
 Aloud for help I call ; 
 
 My help's from God, who made the skies. 
 And shap'd this earthly ball. 
 
 2 He will both guard and guide thee well, 
 And wakeful will thee keep j 
 
 For He that keepeth Israel, 
 Nor slumber knows, nor sleep. 
 
 3 Jehovah will thy keeper be, 
 Thy shade from burning beam ; 
 The sun shall not by day smite thee. 
 Nor moon with blighting beam. 
 
 mf 4 The Lord shall compass thee about, 
 Protect thee with his power. 
 
284 PSALM 121. 
 
 Thy coming in and going out 
 
 Shall guard forevermore ! illeK. 
 
 Third Version.— S. M. St. Thomas. Olmutz, 
 God the Protector of his Servants, 
 
 1 TO God I lift mine eyes, 
 
 By whom the heav'ns were made ; 
 And He to help me will arise 
 With his almighty aid. 
 
 2 In slipp'ry paths 't is He 
 My faithless feet shall keep ; 
 
 And Israel's God my guard shall be, 
 When all, but He, shall sleep- 
 
 mp S No sun shall smite by day, 
 
 Nor blasting moon by night, 
 mf For God's my shade from burning ray, 
 
 My shield from mildew's blight. 
 
 4 From this time forth his love 
 My feet within my door 
 Shall keep, and when without I rove,— 
 f And bless me evermore! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — H. M. Stow. DarwelL 
 God our Preserver. 
 II 1 UPWARD I lift mine eyes, 
 From God is all my aid, 
 The God, who built the skies. 
 And earth and nature made: — 
 God is the tow'r, 
 To which I fly: His grace is nigh 
 In ev'ry hour! 
 
 2 My feet shall never slide. 
 Nor fall io fatal snare. 
 
 Since God, my guard and guide, j 
 
 Protects me with his care : — I 
 
 Those wakeful eyes '> 
 
 That never sleep. Shall Israel keep, } 
 
 When dangers rise. 
 
 3 No burning heats by day. 
 Nor blasts of evening air, 
 
PSALM 121, 122. 285 
 
 Shall take my health away. 
 If God be with me there : — 
 
 Thine arm of might 
 Shall be my shield, And safety jield 
 
 By noon and night. 
 
 4 Hast Thou not giv'u thy word 
 
 To save my soul from death? 
 
 And I can trust my Lord 
 
 To keep my mortal breath: — 
 
 I'll go and come, 
 
 Nor fear to die, Till from on high 
 
 Thou call me home. w\tts. 
 
 Fifth Versiox. — Is. TFilmot. Wilson, 
 ♦ Divbie Protection. 
 
 1 LORD, to Thee I lift mine ejes, 
 
 Up to Thee in heav'uly light! 
 
 Thou didst make the earth and skies ; 
 
 Thou dost help me with thy might ! 
 
 2 Thou, th' unsleeping Watchman near, 
 Guardest well my slumb'ring hour! 
 Naught shall wake my hopeless fear, 
 Nor me bend to evil power ! 
 
 3 Not the scorching sun by day, 
 Nor the moon shall hurt at night ; 
 Thou, who dost all nature sway, 
 Shalt protect me by thy might! 
 
 4 When my earthly course is run. 
 Ended all my work below, 
 Thou wilt raise me to thy throne, 
 Wh^re pure joys forever flow ! allen. 
 
 122. First Ver.— C. M. Howard. Colchester. 
 Zion loved. 
 
 mf 1 HOW did my heart rejoice to hear 
 My friends devoutly say, 
 ''In Zion let us all appear, 
 And keep the solemn day !" 
 
286 PSALM 122. 
 
 — 2 1 love her ^ates, by saints e'er trod! 
 
 The church adorn 'd with grace, i 
 
 Stands, like a palace, built for God, 
 To show his milder face. 
 
 mf 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown. 
 The holy tribes repair ; 
 The Son of David holds his throne, 
 And sits in judgment there. 
 
 — 4 Peace be within this sacred place. 
 
 And joy a constant guest! 
 
 With holy gifts and heav'nly grace 
 
 Be her attendants blest! 
 
 5 For Zion, which I love full well, 
 mf I'll pray, while life remains: 
 
 Here my best friends, my kindred dwell, 
 f Here God, my Savior, reigns ! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Inverness. Boylston, 
 The Lord's Day, 
 dol 1 HOW sweet the Sabbath bell, 
 When all is still around? 
 As on the list'ning ear it fell. 
 It seem'd a holy sound! 
 
 It calls us to the place. 
 Where all the good repair ; — 
 There God is present with his grace ; 
 The God of love is there! v 
 
 \ 
 
 mf 
 
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 aff 3 Thou, Lord, in mercy great \jj 
 Wilt surely visit them. 
 Who seek thyZion's sacred gate 
 And love Jerusalem ! 
 
 4 O bless thy holy city, Lord, 
 The temple of thy love, 
 p And let thy pure and peaceful word 
 < Guide us to heav'n above ! allen. 
 
 Third Version.— S. P. M. Dudley. Bethel. 
 Zion extolled. 
 i» 1 HOW pleas'd and blest was I 
 To hear the people cry, 
 
 J 
 
PSALM 122. 287 
 
 "Come, let us seek our God to day!" 
 Yes, with a cheerful zeal, 
 We come to Zion's hill, 
 
 And here our vows and honors pay, 
 
 2 Zion, thrice happy place, 
 Adorn'd with wondrous grace. 
 
 And walls of strength embrace thee round! 
 In thee our tribes appear 
 To pray, and praise, and hear 
 
 The sacred gospel's joyful sound, 
 
 S Here David's greater Son 
 Has fix'd his royal throne ; 
 
 He sits for grace and judgment here: 
 He bids the saint be glad, 
 He makes the sinner sad, 
 ' And humble souls rejoice with fear, 
 
 mp 4 May peace attend thy gate, 
 And joy within thee wait. 
 
 To bless the soul of ev'ry guest ; 
 The man, who seeks thy peace, 
 And wishes thine increase, 
 
 A thousand blessings on him rest! 
 
 5 My tongue repeats her vows, 
 "Peace to this sacred house! " 
 r For here my friends aud kindred dwell ; 
 
 And since my glorious God 
 Makes thee his blest abode, 
 My soul shall ever love thee well! watts 
 
 Fourth Version. — H. M. Stow* Murray, 
 
 The dying Believer. 
 } 10 DAY of rapture sweet. 
 When now, O Salem blest. 
 At last my willing feet 
 Approach thy gates of rest ! 
 r For lo ! upon my wilder'd sight 
 
 There dawns celestial, glorious light !, 
 
 2 E'en now my spirit soars ! 
 Thy star-deck'd domes arise ; 
 I see thy wide-spread doors, 
 O Salem in the skies ! 
 
288 
 
 PSALM 122. 
 
 I hear, outbursting from thy throng, 
 ff Undying joy in endless song! 
 
 mp 3 Mother of cities I hail ! 
 
 Th' abode of Him, who died! 
 — Though earth's foundations fail, 
 
 Thine moveless shall abide : 
 And ne'er shall war or battle's sound 
 Be heard thy peaceful walls around ! 
 
 4 O, for an angel's wing. 
 To bear me upward free ! — 
 f 1 come, O Salem's King! 
 
 I mount aloft to Thee ! 
 I come, to join thy saints above, 
 ff;> With joys sublime of heav'nly love ! allen^ 
 
 Fifth Version. — 6 & 4. Olivet. Italian Hymn. 
 
 Love to Zion. 
 II 1 GLADLY I heard them say, 
 God let us praise to day 
 
 Within his courts: 
 Jerusalem! in thee, 
 Within thy gates most free. 
 Where saints thy beauty see, 
 My heart resorts. 
 
 2 O pray for Salem's peace. 
 And for her great increase ; 
 
 Her friends are blest: 
 Peace be within thy walls, 
 Sweet liberty to thralls, 
 Whom Zion's message calls 
 
 To endless rest! allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 7s. Wilmot. Wilson, 
 Love to the City of God, 
 
 tt 1 HOW the word my soul did rouse, 
 When I heard the people say, — 
 ''Let us go unto God's house. 
 There adore, and praise, and pray !" 
 
 2 Salem ! city of the Lord ! 
 O, what hosts resort to thee, 
 
PSALM 123. 289 
 
 Guided by the sacred word. 
 Thanks to bring with melody ? 
 
 S There, arrayed in glorious light. 
 Sits thy King, Jehovah's Son, 
 Full of mercy, yet with might 
 Ruling on his judgment-throne \ 
 
 mp 4 Pray for Salem's lasting peace J 
 Blest are they, who Zion love ; 
 Joys to them shall long increase,—* 
 They her walled strength shall prove. 
 
 5 For my lov'd companions^ good 
 PU now say, "Great peace to thee!" 
 For God's house, where 1 have stood, 
 *'Peace ! abide eternally !" allen. 
 
 123. First Version. — S. M. TVeshninster, Olnep 
 
 Waiting on God. 
 Aff 1 WE lift our eyes to Thee, 
 
 O Thou, the God of love! 
 
 We pray Thee in thy mercy free' 
 
 To bless us from above. 
 
 2- As to his master's hand 
 The servant looks with fear. 
 So we before Thee waiting stand,^ 
 And Thee, our Lord, revere ! 
 
 mp 3" Have mercy, our God ! 
 Have mercy on our soul. 
 For we are chasten'd by thy rod ;— -- 
 Afflictive totrents rolL 
 
 — 4 Although the scorner smile. 
 
 Reproaching the oppress'd. 
 
 Though, in their ease, proud men deride ,^=* 
 mf Yet, Lord, thy friends are blest ! allen^ 
 
 Second Version. — 7s. JSIuremburg. Turin, 
 Pleading with God. 
 Aff 1 LORD, to Thee we lift our eyes, 
 Thou, who dwellest in the skies ! 
 25 
 
3 
 
 290 PSALM 124, 125, 
 
 Humbly bow we at thy throne. 
 Trusting in thy pow'r alone. 
 
 2 Lord, on Thee our eyes do wait ; 
 Help our weak and tempted state : 
 On our souls have mercy now, — 
 We, thy servants, are brought low. 
 
 — 3 Scomers see us in their pride. 
 And our confidence deride : 
 Know they not, thine arm of might 
 Shall their wickedness requite ? 
 
 aff 4 Lord, have mercy, and now hear 
 
 Griefs, we pour out in thine ear: 
 <: Send salvation from the sky. 
 
 Then thy praise we'll lift up high! allen. 
 
 PSALM 124 75. KimbalL Jfuremburg. 
 
 Song for Deliverance, 
 
 1 HAD not God been on our side, — 
 Now may rescued Israel say, — 
 Then our foes, in their fierce pride, 
 Us had swallow'd as their prey. 
 
 2 Then had they, with vTath and scoff, 
 Smitten us without control : 
 
 Then proud waters swept us off, 
 Then the stream gone o'er our soul ! 
 
 3 Praise to God ! His pow'rful arm 
 Us hath shielded ; by his care 
 We've escap'd the fatal harm. 
 As the bird from fowler's snare : 
 
 4 Broken is the snare, the game 
 Gladly in the air doth fly ! — 
 
 mf We confide in God's great name. 
 
 Maker of the earth and sky ! allen. 
 
 125. First Ver.— L. M. Trenton. Timsbury. 
 The Safety of the Righteous. 
 mf 1 THEY, who in Zion's God confide, 
 Like Zion's rock shall firm abide, 
 
PSALM 125. 291 
 
 Which, fix'd, can never be removed, — 
 By tempest and by flood mimoved. 
 
 2 Jerusalem is fenc'd around 
 
 By mountains as a lofty mound ; — 
 So shall their God's encircling arm 
 Protect his people from all harm. 
 
 — 3 Though rod of wicked men may smite, 
 
 It ne'er abides on the upright: — 
 afF Do good, O Lord, unto the good, 
 
 To them, who in right ways have stood. 
 
 — 4 But they, who turn to crooked ways, 
 
 Shall see God's judgments with amaze, 
 > And sink despairing down to hell ; — 
 mf But peace abides on Israel! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Mornington, Beverly, 
 Sainf^s Trial and Safety, 
 mf 1 FIRM and unmov'd they stand, 
 Who rest their souls on God ; 
 Firm as the mount in Judah's land, 
 On which the ark abode. 
 
 2 No walls so safe could prove 
 To Salem's happy ground. 
 As God's eternal arms of love. 
 Which ev'ry saint surround. 
 
 zap 3 What though they trembling feel 
 
 The Father's chast'ning blow? 
 
 His mercy shall their sorrows heal ; 
 mf Their joys will overflow. 
 
 aff 4 Lord, bless the good and wise. 
 
 And lead them safely on 
 < To the bright gates of paradise, 
 
 Where Christ, their Savior's gone ! watts. 
 
 Third Version. — H. M. Zehulon. Marah, 
 The Righteous Safe. 
 f 1 THEY, who in God do trust. 
 
 Like Zion's mount shall stand. 
 Moveless by human hand: — 
 Thus firm remain the just! 
 
292 PSALM 126. 
 
 The Lord his people guards around, 
 As hills Jerusalem surround ! 
 
 2 The wicked with their rod 
 May righteous men annoy. 
 But shall not them destroy ; — 
 mf They're shielded by their God ! 
 
 The clouds, which darken now their sight, 
 Shall soon give way to heav'nly light ! 
 
 *ff 3 Lord! to them do good, 
 
 Whose hearts are right with Thee, 
 While men, from truth who flee, 
 Are swept with vengeful flood: 
 For peace let Israel Thee adore, 
 f< And make her glad forevermore! allen. 
 
 126. First Ver.— C. M. Litchfield, Medfield, 
 God^s great Mercy. 
 1 WHEN God outpour 'd a gracious beam, 
 And chang'd my mournful state. 
 My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream. 
 The grace appear'd so great. 
 
 mf 2 "Great is the work! " my neighbors cried. 
 And own'd thy pow'r divine ; 
 "Great is the work! " my heart replied, 
 "And h& the glory thine I " 
 
 — 3 The Lord can clear the darkest skies. 
 Can give us day for night, 
 Make drops of sacred sorrow rise 
 To rivers of delight. 
 
 4 Let those, who sow in sadness, wait. 
 Till the fair harvest come ; 
 They shall confess, their sheaves are great, 
 I And shout the blessings home! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Olmutz, Olney, 
 Wonderful Deliverance. 
 
 I WHEN, Lord, Thou didst redeem 
 Thy Zion from chains, 
 
PSALM 126. 293 
 
 We seem'd to be like men, who dream. 
 And sung with joy's loud strains, 
 
 2 The heathens, at the sight, 
 Exclaim'd, as God they o^vn, — 
 
 mf "Surely, their God, the God of might, 
 For them great things hath done ! " 
 
 3 "The Lord hath done great things 
 For us," — Our lips reply, 
 
 We therefore bring our offerings 
 With an exceeding joy. 
 
 mp 4 They, who in tears do sow, 
 
 — In joy shall reap at last: — 
 
 The precious seed, design- d to grow. 
 With weeping they broad-cast ; — 
 
 5 But, — ye at last shall find, — 
 mf The sower glad shall come, 
 
 His full-ear'd, yellow sheaves to bind, 
 f And shout his harvest home ! allei^. 
 
 Third Tersion. — H. M. Harwich, Triumph, 
 Joy in God^s Mercy, 
 1 WHEN Zion was restored. 
 And turn'd her captive state. 
 Her sons their God adored. 
 Their hearts with joys elate ; 
 So, when our God redeems our souls, 
 f Our pleasure like a torrent rolls ! 
 
 — 2 We were like them, who dream, 
 
 We tasted joys untold, 
 So strange did freedom seem: 
 We said, as Zion's sons of old, — 
 mf "The Lord for us hath great things donel 
 He hath a wondrous vict'ry won ! " 
 
 — 3 God's promise ne'er deceives: 
 mp The men, in tears who sow, 
 
 — Shall bind their full-ear'd sheaves, 
 And joyful harvest know: 
 
 The weeping sow'r again shall come, 
 f And bring the ample harvest home ! allen. 
 25* 
 
894 
 
 PSALM 126, 127. 
 
 Fourth Version. — Is. Kimball JSureinburg. 
 Joyful Deliverance. 
 
 u 1 WHEN the Lord set Zion free, 
 
 Then our mouth was filPd with joy ; 
 
 Sav'd from sad captivity, 
 
 Then did songs our tongues employ ! 
 
 2 'Mid the heathen, where they strayed, 
 They did cry,^-''The vict'ry 's won! 
 Great the pow'r for us displayed, 
 God for us great things hath done !" 
 
 aff 3 Turn again our captive state. 
 
 As the streams are turn'd by Thee ; 
 Then we'll gladly say, ^*How great, 
 Lord, thy pow'r, that sets us free ! " 
 
 mp 4 Doth the sower sow in tears? 
 
 mf Yet he reaps with harvest song: 
 
 mp Weeping, lo, the seed he bears ; 
 
 f Singing, brings his sheaves along ! allem. 
 
 127. First Version. — L. M. Hebron. Walton. 
 Success and Happiness from God. 
 
 fi 1 IF God succeed not, all the cost 
 
 And pains to build the house are lost : 
 
 If God the city will not keep. 
 
 The watchful guards as well may sleep. 
 
 2 What, if you rise before the sun, 
 And work and toil, when day is done, 
 Careful and sparing eat your bread, 
 To shun that poverty, you dread ; — 
 
 3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath blest: 
 He can make rich, yet give us rest ; 
 Children and friends are blessings too. 
 If God, our Sov'reign, make them so. 
 
 4 Happy the man, to whom He sends 
 Obedient children, faithful friends ! 
 How sweet our daily comforts prove. 
 When they are crown'd with his rich love? 
 
 WATTS. 
 
PSALM 127. 
 
 295 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Clyde. Uxbridge. 
 Success from God, 
 
 II 1 UNLESS the Lord the house uprear, 
 Unless as Guardian He appear. 
 The builder's toils shall nothing gain. 
 The city's watchman wakes in vain. 
 
 2 Poor man ! in vain you early rise, 
 And labor still in evening skies ! 
 Fruitless your work, you well may weep ; 
 While God gives his beloved sleep. 
 
 3 Children are gracious gifts of God, 
 As swift-wing'd arrow^s sent abroad ; 
 Their fathers' cause they vindicate, 
 And drive the en'my from the gate. 
 
 f 4 Children of Jesus! rise in might. 
 
 And all his foes with arrows smite, — 
 — Arrows of truth, keen and inflamed 5 
 mf Then shall ye never be ashamed! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Nottingham. Marhw. 
 
 God^s Blessing necessary. 
 II 1 IF God to build the house deny. 
 
 The builders work in vain ; 
 
 And towns without his wakeful eye 
 
 An useless watch maintain. 
 
 2 Before the morning beams arise, 
 Youf painful work renew, 
 
 Amd, till the stars ascend the skies, 
 Yonf tiresome toil pursue : 
 
 3 ShoFt be your sleep, and coarse your fare, 
 In vain, till God has blest; 
 
 But, if his smiles attend your care, 
 Yie shall have food and rest. 
 
 4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends 
 Shall real blessings prove, 
 Nor all the earthly joys, He sends, 
 
 If sent without his love. 
 
 WATTS. 
 
296 PSALM 128. 
 
 128. First Ver, — L. M. Hebron, Uxbndge, 
 A holy Family. 
 
 1 BLEST is the man, who fears the Lord, 
 And walks by his unerring word. 
 
 For God doth condescend to dwell 
 With saints in their obscurest cell. 
 
 2 To Him may each assembled house 
 Present their night and morning voavs ; 
 Their servants and their rising race 
 
 Be taught his precepts and his grace. 
 
 mp 3 Then shall the charms of wedded love 
 Still more delightful blessings prove, 
 
 mf And parents' hearts shall overflow 
 With joys, that parents only know ! 
 
 — 4 When nature droops, our aged eyes 
 Shall see our children's children rise, 
 Till, pleas'd and thankful, we remove, 
 
 mf And join the family above ! doddridge. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Lathrop. Calmar. 
 Family Blessings. 
 
 1 THAT man is blest indeed. 
 Who fears the Lord on high. 
 Who in his holy book doth read, 
 And serves Him faithfully. 
 
 2 For surely thou shalt eat 
 Of thine own industry ; 
 
 Around thee richest blessings meet, 
 And happy shalt thou be ! 
 
 S Thy wife, a fair house-vine. 
 The clust'ring fruit hath borne ; 
 Like olive plants thy children join, 
 Thy table to adorn. 
 
 4 And thee the Lord will bless 
 From Zion's holy hill. 
 
 And Salem's good and great success 
 Thine eyes shall ponder still ! 
 
 5 A happy race and free 
 Fulfil God's promise well ; 
 
PSALM 123. 297 
 
 mf Thy children's children thou shalt see. 
 
 And peace on Israel ! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — H. M. Bradford, Murray, 
 Blessedness of him, who fears God, 
 
 1 THE man, who fears the Lord, 
 
 And in his ways doth rest. 
 
 Still trembling at his word, 
 
 Is now and shall be blest: 
 His toil shall surely prosper well, 
 And in sweet safety he shall dwell. 
 
 3 Thy wife , a fruitful vine, 
 
 Which grows in wondrous grace, 
 Whose tendrils round thee twine, 
 Adorns thy dwelling place ; 
 »f Thy children, like fair olive trees. 
 
 Which wave their branches in the breeze ! 
 
 — 3 From Zion's heav'nly hill. 
 
 Where thou dost dwell in love. 
 
 The Lord shall bless thee still, 
 mf With joys, like those above 
 > And, when thy fleeting life is o'er, 
 mf Thou shalt be blest forevermore ! allek. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 75. Edyjield, Grant, 
 Happy Dwelling of the Righteous* 
 
 1 BLEST is he, that feareth God, 
 He, that in his ways hath trod ; 
 Thou thy labor's fruit shalt eat. 
 Peace and good with thee shall meet. 
 
 2 Lo, thy wife is fruitful vine. 
 By thy house the tendrils twine. 
 And thy children thine eye sees 
 Round thee, like young olive-trees. 
 
 3 Yes, thy children's children thou 
 Jo3^ul in old age shalt know ; 
 Thou shalt see and know full well ' 
 Glorious peace in Israel ! allen. 
 
298 PSALM 129. ^| 
 
 129. First Version. — H. M. Zebulon. Murray- 
 Zion guarded from her Foes. 
 1 "THOUGH oft our griefs we wail," 
 May Israel joyful say, 
 "Yet ne'er, in wild dismay, 
 We've seen our foes prevail: 
 mf Our God hath made his mercies known, 
 And Zion's foes hath overthrown ! " 
 
 — 2 Zion ! thy foes shall be. 
 
 As grass, that quick doth fade 
 
 In greenness of its blade, 
 When sun shines on it free ; — 
 The grass, which on the house-top grows, 
 And which no scythe-man ever mows: 
 
 3 Which binder ne'er shall find, 
 
 With which to fill his hands. 
 
 And with his twisted bands 
 In yellow sheaves to bind. 
 And where no passer by doth say, — 
 "God's blessing be on you for aye ! " allen. 
 
 Second Version. — 75. Bates, Soulhampton, 
 Zion safe. 
 1 SHE has pass'd through fire and flood. 
 Scenes of torture and of blood ; 
 Yet she lives and ne'er shall die ! — 
 Zion's Savior lives on high! 
 
 f 2 Strong thine arm, O Zion's King! 
 Who shall dare defiance bring .'* 
 Zion's foes shall seek in flight 
 Safety from thy dreaded might ! 
 
 — 3 Like the house-top grass are they, 
 
 With'ring in the blaze of day, 
 Which ne'er fills the reaper's hands, 
 Nor in yellow sheaves e'er stands ; 
 
 4 Nor does passer by e'er say 
 To the men in harvest day, 
 "Greet we you with peaceful word ; 
 Blessings on you from the Lord! " allen. 
 
PSALM 130. 299 
 
 130. First Version. — L, M. Lindon, Jllfreton, 
 
 Forgiveness from God. 
 Aff 1 AS the benighted pilgrims wait. 
 
 And long and wish for breaking day ; 
 
 So waits my soul before thy gate ; 
 
 When will my God his love display ^ 
 
 2 My trust is fix'd upon thy word. 
 Nor shall I trust thy word in vain ; 
 Let mourning souls address the Lord, 
 And find relief from all their pain. 
 
 mf 3 Great is his love, and large his grace 
 Through the redemption of his Son ; — 
 He turns our feet from sinful ways. 
 And pardons what our hands have done. 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Bladenburg, Lathrop, 
 
 Prayer and Trust in God. 
 Aff 1 OUT of the depths, O Lord, 
 I humbly cried to Thee, 
 
 hear my supplicating word. 
 And turn thine ear to me ! 
 
 2 If Thou, O Lord, shouldst mark 
 All mine iniquity. 
 
 My brightest hopes of heav'n were dark. 
 And all my peace would fly ! 
 
 3 But Thou dost take delight 
 In deeds of pard'ning love ; 
 
 1 look to Thee in glory bright, — 
 O save me from above ! 
 
 4 I wait for Thee, O God, 
 More patiently, than they. 
 
 Who watch for morning t)eams abroad. 
 Who watch for dawning day. 
 
 — 5 0, Israel, trust the Lord, 
 For trust his mercy wins. 
 And Israel by his faithful word 
 He saveth from his sins. allen. 
 
SOO PSALM 130, 131. 
 
 Third Version. — 8 & 4. Palestine. Wayland, 
 
 God^s Mercy sought, 
 Aff 1 OUT of the depths to Thee I've cried j 
 Turn not thine ear, O Lord, aside, 
 But hear my supplicating voice, 
 And let my mourning soul rejoice 
 In thy rich love. 
 
 2 Who, Lord, could stand before thine eyes, 
 If Thou shouldst mark iniquities? 
 Forgiveness yet is found with Thee, 
 That he, who tastes, from sin may flee, 
 
 And dwell above ! 
 
 3 As watcher waits for morning light, 
 I wait for Thee, — for beams more bright ;— ' 
 
 mf O let the day-spring from on high 
 
 Spread radiant beams through all the sky ;— 
 And joys outpour! 
 
 — 4 0, Israel, hope thou in the Lord, — 
 
 Redemption shines forth in his word; f 
 
 His hand his people will redeem, 
 
 mf And heav'nly glory on them beam 
 
 Forevermore ! alleit^ 
 
 II 
 
 I 
 
 131. First Version. — L. M. Bernard, Medway, 
 Humility, 
 Aff 1 O LORD, my heart, once proud and blind. 
 Now Thou beholdest meek and kind ; 
 I daily now commune with Thee 
 In heav'n-produc'd humility. 
 
 2 The matters high, beyond my view, 
 My searching thought would not pursue. 
 Content with all thy teaching. Lord, 
 For truth eternal is thy word ! 
 
 3 Subdued and quiet as a child. 
 Let me be calm, although reviPd ; 
 And let me live without offence. 
 Submissive to thy providence^ 
 
 4 In Thee, O Lord, I put my trust, 
 For Thou art holy, wise, and just ; 
 
PSALM 131, 132. 301 
 
 In Thee may Israel confide, — 
 mf Israel, redeemed by Him, who died ! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. Dundee. St, John's. 
 Humility and Submission. 
 
 1 IS there ambition in my heart? 
 Search, gracious God, and see ; 
 Or do I act a haughty part? 
 
 mp Lord, I appeal to Thee. 
 
 2 I charge my thoughts, — be humble still. 
 And all my carriage mild ; 
 
 Content, my Father, with thy will. 
 And quiet as a child. 
 
 S The patient soul, the lowly mind 
 < Shall have a large reward : — 
 — Let saints in sorrow be resign'd, 
 mf And trust a faithful Lord ! watts. 
 
 132. First Ver. — L. M. Mendon. Ellenthorpe. 
 
 The House of God, 
 II 1 WHERE shall we go, to seek and find 
 An habitation for our God? 
 A dwelling for th' eternal Mind 
 Among the sons of flesh and blood? 
 
 2 The God of Jacob chose the hill 
 Of Zion for his ancient rest ; 
 And Zion is his dwelling still, 
 His church is with his presence blest. 
 
 mf 3 "Here will I ^dl my gracious throne. 
 And reign forever,'^ saith the Lord ; 
 '^Here shall my pow'r and love be known. 
 And blessings shall attend my word. 
 
 — 4 Here will I meet the hungry poor, 
 
 And fill their souls with living bread: 
 Sinners, who wait before my door. 
 With sweet provision shall be fed." 
 
 mf 5 The saints, unable to contain 
 
 Their inward joys, shall shout and sing ; 
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302 PSALM 132. 
 
 The Son of David here shall reign, 
 f And Zion triumph in her King! watts. 
 
 Second Ver. — L. P. M. JS*ewhury. St. Helenas. 
 Zion God's Abode. Dedication Psalm, 
 Aff 1 THY servants, in their zeal and love, 
 
 This house, O Lord, have rear'd for Thee \ 
 Come down in mercy from above, 
 
 Let this thy halutation be ; — 
 A habitation of the God, 
 Whose name is known through earth abroad! 
 
 2 Zion, O Lord, thy chosen seat. 
 
 Where Thou art ever pleas'd to dwell, 
 And where thy children love to meet 
 
 Of all thy wondrous works to tell, — 
 Thy Zion, Lord, delight to bless, 
 And clothe her priests w ith righteousness ! 
 
 3 By truth, as manna from the cloud, 
 
 Supply thy hungry j)oor with bread ; 
 Exalt the low, abase the proud, 
 
 And quicken into life the dead ; 
 f Then shall thy praise all lips employ, 
 <c Thy saints shall shout aloud for joy ! allen 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Marlotv, Irish, 
 God's Presence in Zion. 
 mf 1 ARISE! King of grace, arise, 
 And enter to thy rest I — 
 Thy church now waits, with longing eyes. 
 Thus to be own'd and blest ! 
 
 2 Enter with all thy glorious train. 
 Thy Spirit and thy Word ; 
 
 — All, that the ark did once contain. 
 Could no such grace afford. 
 
 3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows ; 
 Here let thy praise be spread: 
 Bless the provisions of thy house, 
 And fill thy poor with bread. 
 
 mf 4 Here let the son of David reign. 
 Let God's Anointed shine : 
 
PSALM 132. 303 
 
 Justice and truth his court maintain, 
 With love and pow'r divine. 
 
 f 5 Here let Him hold a lasting throne ; 
 And, as his kingdom grows. 
 Fresh honors shall adorn his crown. 
 And shame confound his foes. watts. 
 
 Fourth Version. — S. P. "M. Bethel. Dalston. 
 
 The Church and House of God, 
 mf 1 O ZION, sacred seat. 
 
 Where, in communion sweet. 
 
 Thy sons and daughters joyful sing! 
 The Lord, forever blest. 
 Makes thee his chosen rest. 
 
 And shows himself thy God and King ! 
 
 afF 2 Come now, our King and God, 
 And take up thine abode 
 
 Within thy holy Zion here : 
 Come with thy Spirit's might. 
 And shed serene delight. 
 
 And in thy wondrous grace appear ! 
 
 3 Thou lovest Zion well. 
 And in her courts dost dwell, 
 
 And all her ample stores wilt bless : 
 Her poor shall find supply. 
 When lifting up their cry, — 
 
 The joyful gifts of righteousness ! 
 
 4 In glorious garments drest, — 
 Robes of Salvation blest, — 
 
 Her priests the heav'nly blessings bear: 
 f Come, shout to Zion's King, 
 And hymns of triumph sing ; 
 
 His head th' eternal crown shall wear ! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 Fifth Version. — 8, 7, &c 4. Greenville. Greece. 
 God^s Presence implored in Zion. 
 1 HERE, in Zion, dwell forever ; 
 Lord, now enter to thy rest ! 
 Hence depart in anger never ! 
 Here, Lord, make thy people blest ! 
 
304 PSALM 132. 
 
 Here in mercy. 
 Make thy holy people blest! 
 
 2 In thine ancient Zion, glorious, 
 Thou didst dwell in pow'r and love: 
 There thy saving word, victorious, 
 Pour'd out blessings from above: — 
 
 Here, in mercy, 
 Send thy word too from above ? 
 
 3 Bless thy Zion with thy treasures ; 
 Satisfy her poor with bread ; 
 
 Give them purest, sweetest pleasures ; 
 Let them with thy truth be fed: — 
 
 Here, in mercy. 
 Let them with thy truth be fed ! 
 
 4 As they hear the Savior's story, — 
 Of his coming from above, — 
 
 Let them in the Savior glory ; 
 Let them taste redeeming love ! — 
 Here, in mercy, 
 mp Let them taste redeeming love ! — 
 
 — 5 Zion*s heralds here. Lord, station ; 
 
 Them in wondrous grace employ ; 
 
 And her priests clothe with salvation, 
 mf Then her saints shall shout for joy: — 
 mp Here, in mercy, 
 
 f Let her saints e'er shout for joy! allkk. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 7s. IVilmof. Wilson. 
 Prayer for God^s Presence in Zion, 
 aflf 1 TO thy house, O Lord, we'll go ; 
 Meet Thou with us in thy rest, 
 Bending at thy footstool low: — 
 Make thy holy Zion blest I 
 
 ft Lord, with righteousness adorn 
 Those, as priests Thou dost employ ! 
 mf Let them preach a Savior borii" ! 
 Let thy saints too shout for joy! 
 
 3 Thou on David's throne hast placed 
 Him, — both David's Lord and Son, — 
 Jesus, with bright glory graced. 
 Who o'er death the vict'ry won ! 
 
PSALM 132. 305 
 
 — 4 In thy Zion ever dwell 
 
 As thy chosen rest fore'er : 
 Let the thirsty., at thy well. 
 Drink the waters, pure and clear ! 
 
 5 From thy stores. Lord, we Thee pray, 
 Satisfy her poor with bread : — 
 mf Let the crown be bright for aye 
 
 On thy own Messiah's head ! allen. 
 
 1 , Seventh Version. — 6 <Sr 4. Dort. Italian Hymn, 
 , The Church and House of God. 
 
 1 O ZION, sacred seat, 
 Where, in communion sweet, 
 I Thy people sing, 
 
 I The Lord, forever blest, 
 
 I Makes thee his chosen rest ; 
 
 By thee He is addressed 
 As God and King ! 
 
 aff 2 Come, now, our King and God, 
 And take up thine abode 
 
 In Zion here: 
 Come with thy Spirit's might. 
 And shed serene delight. 
 And let thy truth's strong light 
 Shine forth most clear ! 
 
 3 Thou lovest Zion well, 
 And in her courts dost dwell, 
 
 ' Her stores dost bless; 
 
 Her poor shall find supply, 
 , When lifting up their cry, — 
 
 I Gifts from their God on high 
 
 Of righteousness! 
 
 4 Her priests in splendor drest, — 
 Robes of salvation blest,-^ 
 
 Rich blessings bear: 
 «f Come, grateful tribute bring, 
 And hymns of triumph sin^ ; 
 f For Thou, O Zion's King^ 
 
 Heav'n's crown dost wear! all£N« 
 
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306 PSALM 133. 
 
 133. First Version. — C. M. Santee, •Arlington. 
 
 Brotherly Love, 
 
 1 LO, what a pleasant, gladd'ning sight 
 Are brethren, who agree! 
 Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite 
 In bands of piety ! 
 
 2 When streams of love from Christ, the spring, 
 Descend to every soul. 
 
 And heav'nly peace, with balmy wing, 
 Shades and bedews the whole. 
 
 3 'T is like the oil, divinely sweet, 
 On Aaron's rev'rend head ; 
 
 The trickling drops pcrfum'd his feet, 
 And o'er his garments spread, 
 
 4 'T is pleasant as the morning dews, 
 That fall on Zion's hill. 
 
 Where God his mildest glory shews, 
 
 And makes his grace distil. watts. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Boylsion. Haverhill, 
 Union and Peace. 
 
 1 BLEST are the sons of peace. 
 Whose hearts and hopes are one. 
 Whose kind designs to serve and please 
 Through all their actions run. 
 
 2 Blest is the pious house, 
 Where zeal and friendship meet ; 
 Their songs of praise, their mingled vows 
 Make their communion sweet. 
 
 3 Thus, when on Aaron's head 
 They pour'd the rich perfume, 
 
 The oil through all his raiment spread. 
 And pleasure iill'd the room. 
 
 4 Thus on the heav'nly hills 
 The saints are bless'd above, 
 Where joy, like morning dew distils, 
 
 p And all the air is love! watts. 
 
PSALM 133. 307 
 
 Third Version. — S. M. Shirland. Lathrop. 
 Brotherly Love, 
 
 1 HOW pleasant is the love 
 Of brethren, who agree. 
 Bound by a spirit from above 
 In bonds of amity ? 
 
 2 'T is like the ointment shed, — 
 Balsam of fragrant smell, — 
 
 On priestly Aaron's sacred head, 
 AYhich down his garments fell. 
 
 5 The trickling oil spreads o'er 
 His beard the odors sweet. 
 And thence descends the fragrant shower. 
 E'en downward to his feet. 
 
 ^ol 4 'T is like the cheering dew. 
 Which evening airs distil. 
 That soon the faded green renew 
 On Hermon's lofty hill. 
 
 ;5 Of like the silver drops. 
 
 That shine in morning's light. 
 Decking the plants on Zion's tops 
 With diamond lustre bright. 
 
 f 6 O Zion! mount of God, 
 
 Where heav'n's rich blessings flow. 
 There life and joys are shed abroad. 
 That ne'er an end shall know ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version.-^S. P. M. Bethel, Dalston. 
 Friendships and Christian Union, 
 1 HOW pleasant 't is to see 
 Kindred and friends agree ! 
 
 Each in their proper station move ; 
 And each fulfil their part 
 With sympathising heart 
 
 In all the cares of life and love \ 
 
 % 'T is like the ointment, shed 
 On Aaron's sacred head, 
 
 Divinely rich, divinely sweet! 
 The oil through all the room 
 
308 PSALM 133. 
 
 Diffused a choice perfume, 
 
 Ran through his robes, and blest his feet. 
 
 3 Like fruitful show'rs of rain. 
 That water all the plain, 
 
 Descending from the neighb'ring hills ; 
 Such streams of pleasure roll 
 Through every friendly soul. 
 
 Where love, like heav'nly dew, distils. 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 Fifth Version. — H. M. Tiberias. Harwich 
 Brotherly Love, 
 1 HOW beautiful the sight 
 Of brethren, who agree 
 In friendship to unite. 
 And bonds of charity ? 
 T is like the precious ointment, shed 
 O'er all his robes, from Aaron's head. 
 
 dol 2 'T is like the dews, that fill 
 
 The cups of Hermon's flowers ; 
 Or Zion's fruitful hill. 
 Bright with the drops of showers, 
 When mingling odors breathe around, 
 
 mf And glory rests on all the ground ! 
 
 — 3 For there the Lord commands 
 
 Blessings a boundless store 
 
 From his unsparing hands, 
 
 Yea, life forevermore : 
 tnf Thrice happy they, who meet above. 
 
 To spend eternity in love ! Montgomery 
 
 Sixth Version. — 75. Prentiss. JVuremburg. 
 Brotherly Love. 
 1 O, HOW pleasant and how good. 
 When ye, brothers, dwell in love ! 
 'T is like precious ointment's flood, 
 Pour'd on Aaron from above ! 
 
 ft Flow'd the oil adown his beard, — 
 Fragrance o'er his garments shed ! 
 So, by mutual love endear'd, 
 mf Heav'nly odors round you spread ! 
 
 H 
 
PSALM 133, 134. 309 
 
 — 3 ^Tis like dew on Zion's hills, 
 
 Pour'd in pearly drops at night: — 
 There our God with blessings fills, 
 Spreading affluent delight. 
 
 4 Brothers ! live in peace alway. 
 Bap Breathe the spirit from above : 
 
 — Then shall men in wonder say, 
 
 mt "See, how Christians dwell in love! " allen. 
 
 Seventh Version. — lis, Pittsfield, Prescott. 
 Brotherly Love. 
 
 1 BEHOLD, O how pleasant and lovely the view, 
 When brothers in peace and in harmony dwell? 
 'Tis fragrant, as oil, which did Aaron bedew, 
 And down to the hem of his vestments it fell. 
 
 2 'Tis rich, as the dew drops from Hermon's high 
 
 hills, 
 Outpour'd on the mountains of Zion around: 
 His Zion the Lord with his truth ever fills, 
 f And there shall his blessings eternal abound ! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 134. First Version. — S. M. Dover. Laban. 
 Worship of God, 
 
 mf 1 BEHOLD, bless ye the Lord, 
 Ye servants of your God, 
 All ye, who love his holy word, 
 And seek his blest abode. 
 
 2 In his own house let praise 
 Rise up, like altar's flame ; 
 And in your dwellings raise 
 Glad songs unto his name. 
 
 3 The Lord, who made the sea, 
 And earth and heav'n above, 
 From Zion's store-house pour on thee 
 The blessings of his love ! allen. 
 
310 PSALM 134, 135. 
 
 Second Version. — 6 <^ 4. Dort. Italian Hymn. 
 
 Worship of God in his House, 
 mf 1 BEHOLD, bless ye the Lord, 
 All ye, who love his word. 
 Your God proclaim ; 
 Ye, who, a holy band, 
 In his blest house do stand, 
 O lift up there your hand. 
 And bless his name ! 
 
 2 The Lord, enthron'd on hii?h, 
 Who made the earth and sky, 
 
 And worlds of light, 
 From Zion shed on thee 
 < Salvation, rich and free, 
 — And cause thine eyes to see 
 <: His glories bright ! allen. 
 
 J 
 
 135. First Ver. — L. M. Warrington. Winchester, 
 
 Vanity of Idols. 
 
 1 GREAT is our God ; and He doth keep 
 His kingly state beyond the sky ; — 
 Through earth and through the ocean deep 
 He rules in glorious majesty! 
 
 2 Of heathen gods, those gods of gold, 
 Or stone, which by men's hands were made, 
 The nothingness need we unfold. 
 Which by themselves is all displayed? 
 
 3 For, though with mouths, they cannot speak;- 
 With ears, no vibratory sounds 
 
 On a perceiving mind e'er break ; — 
 
 No cry their slumb'ring sense e'er wounds. 
 
 4 With eyes full prominent and bold. 
 Yet vainly shines on them the light ; — 
 Their worshipper they ne'er behold ; 
 And he, like them, is void of sight ! 
 
 5 O, ye, who God Almighty fear, — 
 
 The God, whose eye is sun-bright flame, 
 pp And who the whisper's breath doth hear, — 
 ff Extol and praise his holy name ! allen. 
 
PSALM 135. 311 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. J\'*ottingham. Marlow. 
 Praise to God. 
 1 AWAKE, ye saints, to praise your King ; 
 
 Your sweetest passions raise ; 
 Your pious pleasure, while you sing. 
 Increasing with the praise. 
 
 mf ^ Great is the Lord, and works unknown 
 Are his divine employ ; 
 
 — Yet lowly saints are near his throne. 
 His treasure and his joy. 
 
 3 Heav'n, earth, and sea confess his hand ; 
 He bids the vapors rise ; 
 Lightning and storm, at his command, 
 f Sweep through the sounding skies ! 
 
 — 4 Which of the stocks, the heathen trust, 
 
 Can give them showers of rain? 
 
 In vain they worship glitt'ring dust. 
 
 And pray to gold in vain. 
 
 5 Ye saints, adore the living God, 
 For He your pray'r will hear ; 
 He makes the Churches his abode, 
 And claims your faith and fear. watts. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Blackburn, Eastport, 
 Idolatry. 
 
 1 THE idol gods of yellow gold. 
 Of silver, brass, or wood. 
 
 And for large sums to sinners sold 
 In shapes, as moulder would ; — 
 
 2 These gods have mouths, but do not speak ; 
 With eyes, they cannot see ; 
 
 And, if their limbs the mortals break. 
 Feel not the injury! 
 
 3 These gods have ears, but do not hear,' 
 Nor through their throat e'er breathe: 
 Like them their worshippers appear, 
 Senseless, who garlands wreathe. 
 
 4 We bid such folly far depart [ 
 But, though unbow'd to block. 
 
312 PSALM 135. 
 
 If earthly idol have our heart. 
 
 We, too, the Lord do mock ! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — S.M.St. Thomas. Weslminster 
 Praise to God. 
 mf 1 PRAISE ye the Lord on high! 
 Praise ye his holy name, 
 Extol his glorious majesty, 
 And his great love proclaim! 
 
 2 O, praise Him, for He's good ; 
 And joyful praises sing, 
 All ye, who in his house have stood: — 
 O, praise your heav'nly King! 
 
 3 In heaven is his throne, 
 Whose hosts his orders keep ; 
 And through the earth He reigns alone, 
 And in the mighty deep ! 
 
 4 The lightning is his sword, 
 And executes his will : 
 The rushing tempest bears his word. 
 And doth his law fulfil. 
 
 5 His truth, in swifter might, 
 Fulfils his kind intent ; 
 It shines forth glorious as the light. 
 Kindling the fii*manient! 
 
 f 6 Praise ye the Lord on high ! 
 Praise ye his holy name, 
 Extol his glorious majesty. 
 And his great love proclaim ! allen. 
 
 Fifth Version. — Is, Grant. Twnn. 
 God glorious. 
 II 1 PRAISE ye the Lord, extol his name. 
 Ye, who in his house adore ; 
 All his wondrous works proclaim, — 
 Works of majesty and power! 
 
 2 God is great and God is good, 
 Great in might and rich in love ; 
 Heav'n, and earth, and bill'wy flood 
 Show his pow'r, below, above. 
 
PSALM 135. 313 
 
 3 Mists, that rise from wat'ry plain, 
 Lightnings, gleaming from the cloud. 
 Rushing wind and hurricane. 
 All his glories speak abroad ! 
 
 mp 4 Egypt mourn 'd her first-bom dead ; 
 
 Egypt's monarch, in his pride, 
 > Sank in waters deep, like lead, 
 — Smitten by the Pow'r defied. 
 
 5 Lord, thy name fore'er endures, 
 Thy memorial in each age : 
 Mercy to thy saints secures 
 f Heav'n's high, lasting heritage I allen. 
 
 Sixth "Version. — Is, Jf^ihnGt. Wilson. 
 Praise to God, 
 
 SEMI-CHORUS. 
 
 1 PRAISE to God, ye righteous, sing ; 
 Praise to heav'n's eternal King ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 All within his temple gate. 
 Praise the Lord, supremely great ! 
 
 SEMI-CHORUS. 
 
 2 Sing aloud, with joy proclaim 
 All the glories of his name. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Through the heav'n and earth the Lord 
 Rules by his almighty word. 
 
 »EMI-CHORUS. 
 
 3 Egypt! in the midst of thee 
 Wondrous was his majesty ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Canaan ! all thy kingdoms fell, 
 Heritage of Israel ! 
 
 SEMI-CHORUS. 
 
 4 Israel ! Jehovah bless, 
 
 God of truth and righteousness ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Let his praise from Zion's hill 
 
 Spread, till all the earth it fill ! allen . 
 
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314 PSALM 136. 
 
 136. First Version. — L. M. Brewer. Jipplcion. 
 Wondrous Works of God. 
 1 GIVE to our God immortal praise ; 
 Mercy and truth are all his Avays: 
 f Wonders of grace to God belong ; 
 Repeat his mercies in your song ! 
 
 — 2 He built the earth, He spread the sky, 
 And fix'd the starry lights on high: 
 He fills the sun with morning light, 
 He bids the moon direct the night. 
 
 3 His people, freed from Pharaoh's hand. 
 He guided to the promis'd land: 
 f Give the Lord of lords renown, 
 
 The King of kings with glory crown ! 
 
 mp 4 He saw the Gentiles dead in sin, 
 And felt his pity work within ; 
 He sent his Son with pow'r to save 
 From guilt, and darkness, and the grave. 
 
 5 Through this vain world He guides our feet, 
 And leads us to his heav'nly seat: 
 mf Wonders of grace to God belong ; 
 f Repeat his mercies in your song ! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Baltimore, Ellenthorpe ^ 
 Wondrous Works of God. 
 
 SEMI-CHORUS. 
 
 1 GIVE thanks to God, whose word is sure, 
 Whose mercies ever shall endure: 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 mf To Him, o'er all, that live, supreme, — 
 
 Who pours abroad life's boundless stream ! 
 
 SEMI-CHORUS. 
 
 2 To Him, whose mighty arm hath spread 
 Yon azure arch wide o'er our head : 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 And earth's foundations deeply placed 
 With power divine and skill untraced. 
 
 SEMI-CHORUS. 
 
 3 To Him, who made the golden sun 
 His course by day untir'd to run : 
 
PSALM 136. 316 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 And moon and stars, at coming night, 
 To gild the darkness with their light. 
 
 SEMI-CHORUS. 
 
 4 To Him, who once th' oppressor's yoke 
 From oft' his chosen people broke : 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 And led them with his outstretch'd hand 
 Amidst their foes to Canaan's land. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 5 To Him, whose arm redeems our souls, 
 And raging powers of sin controls : — 
 Give thanks to God, whose word is sure, 
 Whose mercies ever shall endure ! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Amboy, Westford. 
 Wondrous Works of God. 
 mf 1 GIVE thanks to God, the sov'reign Lord, 
 His mercies still endure ; 
 And be the King of kings ador'd ; 
 His truth is ever sure ! 
 
 2 What wonders hath his wisdom done.^ 
 How mighty is his hand ? 
 Heav'n, earth, and sea He fram'd alone ; 
 How wide is his command ^ 
 
 — 3 The sun supplies the day with light ; 
 How bright his counsels shine .^ 
 The moon and stars adorn the night ; 
 
 mf His works are all divine ! 
 
 mp 4 He saw the nations dead in sin, 
 He felt his pity move ; 
 How sad the state the world was in ? 
 How boundless was his love ? 
 
 5 He sent to save us from our wo ; — 
 His goodness never fails ; — 
 From death, and hell, and every foe. 
 And still his grace prevails. 
 
 f 6 Give thanks to God, the heav'nly King, 
 His mercies still endure ; 
 Let the whole earth his praises sing. 
 His truth is ever sure. watts. 
 
316 PSALM 136. 
 
 Fourth Version. — C. M. Coronation. Dedham. 
 Praise to God. 
 
 SOLO. 
 
 mf I GIVE thanks to God beyond the sky,— 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 His mercy ne'er shall end ; — 
 
 SOLO. 
 
 Who fram'd the radiant worlds on high ; 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 His mercy ne'er shall end. 
 
 SOLO. 
 
 2 He made the sun, day's glorious light, 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 His mercy ne'er shall end ; 
 
 SOLO. 
 
 The moon and stars to rule b}' night ; 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 His mercy ne'er shall end. 
 
 SOLO. 
 
 3 He smote th' Egyptian tyrant dead, 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 His mercy ne'er shall end ; 
 
 SOLO. 
 
 And through the sea his people led, 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 His mercy ne'er shall end. 
 
 SOLO. 
 
 4 He planted them in Canaan's soil, 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 His mercy ne'er shall end ; 
 
 SOLO. 
 
 Whose fruits reward their care and toil, 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 His mercy ne'er shall end. 
 
 SOLO. 
 
 5 He sent his Son to save our souls, 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 His mercy ne'er shall end ; 
 
 SOLO. 
 
 His grace our evil hearts controls ; 
 
 CHORUS, 
 
 His mercy ne'er shall end. 
 
PSALM 136. 317 
 
 SOLO. 
 
 6 He ransoms us from sin and wo ; 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 His mercy ne'er shall end : — 
 
 SOLO. 
 
 To God let ceaseless praises flow! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 His mercy ne'er shall end ! allen. 
 
 Fifth Version. — H. M. Harwich, Stow, 
 Praise to God, 
 
 1 GIVE thanks to God most high. 
 The universal Lord, 
 Supreme beyond the sky. 
 
 And be his grace ador'd : 
 
 His power and grace 
 Are still the same, And let his name 
 
 Have endless praise. 
 
 2 How mighty is his hand ! 
 What wonders He hath done ! 
 Earth heard his strong command ; 
 He spread the heav'ns alone : 
 
 Thy mercy. Lord, 
 Shall still endure, And ever sure 
 Abides thy word. 
 
 3 He sent his only Son 
 
 To save us from our wo ; 
 And He the vict'ry won 
 O'er ev'ry hurtful foe: 
 
 His power and grace 
 Are still the same, And let his name 
 
 Have endless praise. 
 
 4 Give thanks with holy mirth 
 To God, the heav'nly King, 
 And let the spacious earth 
 His works and glories sing. 
 
 Thy mercy, Lord, 
 Shall still endure. And ever sure 
 
 Abides thy word. witts. 
 
 27* 
 
318 PSALM 136. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 7s. Wilmot, Adullum. 
 
 Solo, or Semi-Chorus. 
 
 1 LET us with a gladsome mind 
 Praise the Lord, for He is kind ; 
 
 Chorus. 
 For his mercies ay endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 Solo. 
 
 2 Who w^ith all-commanding might 
 Fill'd the new-made world with light ;- 
 
 Chorus. 
 For his mercies ay endure. 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 Solo. 
 8 Caus'd the golden-tressed sun 
 All day long his course to run ; 
 
 Chorus^ 
 For his mercies ay endure. 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 Solo. 
 
 4 Horned moon to shine by night 
 'Mongst her spangled sisters bright ; 
 
 Chorus. 
 For his mercies ay endure. 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 Solo. 
 
 5 He with thunder-clasping hand 
 Smote the proud of Egypt's land ; 
 
 Chorus. 
 For his mercies ay endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 Solo. 
 
 6 And his chosen people blest 
 
 With the long-sought Canaan's rest ; 
 
 Chorus. 
 For his mercies ay endure. 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 Solo. 
 
 7 Us He hath with pitying eye 
 Ransom'd from our misery : 
 
PSALM 136. 319 
 
 Chorus. 
 For his mercies ay endure. 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 Solo, 
 
 8 All the living He doth feed. 
 With full hand supplies their need ; 
 
 Chorus, 
 . For his mercies ay endure, 
 Ever faithful, ever sure. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 9 Let us therefore warble forth 
 His great majesty and worth. 
 For his mercies ay endure. 
 
 Ever faithful ever sure. milton. 
 
 Seventh Version. — 7s. Kimball. JVuremburg, 
 Perfections and Providence of God, 
 
 1 LIFT your voice, and thankful sing 
 Praises to your heav'nly King ; 
 For his blessings far extend, 
 
 Ajid his mercy knows no end. 
 
 2 Be the Lord your only theme, 
 Who of gods is God supreme ; 
 He, to whom all lords beside 
 Bow the knee, their faces hide: 
 
 3 Who asserts his just command 
 By the wonders of his hand ; 
 
 He, whose wisdom, thron'd on high. 
 Built the mansions of the sky : 
 
 4 He, who bade the wat'iy deep 
 In appointed bounds to keep, 
 And the stars, that gild the pole. 
 Through unmeasur'd ether roll: 
 
 5 Thee, O sun, whose powerful ray 
 Rules the empire of the day ; 
 
 You, moon and stars, whose light 
 Cheers the darkness of the night. 
 
 6 He with food sustains, O earth, 
 
 All, which claim from thee their birth : 
 
320 PSALM 136, 137. 
 
 For his blessings wide extend, 
 
 And his mercy knows no end. merrice. 
 
 Eighth Version. — lis. Tappan. Portuguese H 
 Praise to God. 
 
 1 GIVE thanks to the Lord, who is mighty in power, 
 And whom all the heavenly hosts do adore ; 
 Give thanks to Jehovah, whom angels obey, 
 His mercy endureth forever and aye : 
 
 2 To Him, who alone doeth wonders of might, 
 Who made the high arch and its torches of light. 
 The sun, which hath rule o'er the heavens by day, 
 The moon, which by night doth his goodness display 
 
 3 To Ilim, who did smite the Egyptians' proud king, 
 And out from their land his own people did bring, 
 Who led them unharm'd through the midst of the deep, 
 While, lo, in the sea, their foes sleep their last sleep! 
 
 4 Who guided their steps through the deserts of sand, | 
 And brought them triumphant to Canaan's fair land i 
 (live thanks unto God, and his wonders display, J 
 His mercy endureth forever and aye ! allen. j 
 
 137. First Version. — L. M. 'Randolph. Ramoth. 
 
 Zion in Captivity and Tears. 
 p 1 WE wept, where Babel's river flows, 
 As Zion in our meni'ry rose ; 
 Our harp we hung on willow tree, 
 'Tw^as tuneless in captivity ! 
 
 2 But they, w ho held our chains, did say, 
 mf ''Come, strike a cheerful, merry lay ; 
 Come, sing us one of Zion's songs. 
 That to your pleasant harp belongs!" 
 
 p 3 Our harp has lost its melody. 
 
 Which flow'd in Judah's land so free, 
 And ne'er will Zion's song resound. 
 Till Zion's hill again is found. 
 
PSALM 137. 321 
 
 f 4 Then will a song of triumph rise 
 
 For swift- wing'd judgment from the skies, 
 S When God shall speak in thunder's tone, 
 mp And smite thee, guilty Babylon! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Randolph, Ramoih. 
 
 Zion in Captivity, 
 
 p 1 WE wept by proud Euphrates' stream, 
 For Zion was our mournful theme ; 
 Our silent harps on willow^s hung, 
 Our much-lov'd songs no more are sung, 
 
 2 Our foes exclaim in taunting throngs, 
 mf Come sing us one of Zion's songs !" 
 p How can w^e sing in foreign land. 
 
 With slav'ry's chain upon our hand? 
 
 mf 3 O Salem ! once our happy seat. 
 
 Where joyful w^e were wont to meet, 
 — When I forget thee, let my tongue 
 > Be silent, like my harp unstrung! 
 
 aff 4 Our pitying God beholds our tears, 
 
 <: And with his glorious promise cheers, — 
 
 ^'^Your chains shall fall, your harps once more 
 f< Their holiest melody shall pour ! '^ ai.len. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Alexandria, Patmos. 
 The Christian mourning his Sins, 
 
 mp 1 CAPTIVES, in distant land w^e roam, 
 Where Babel's river flows. 
 And think of Zion and our home, 
 And mourn our bitter woes. 
 
 2 Ah! who sweet peace or joy can find. 
 Far from his native land, — 
 
 His limbs by shameful chains confin'd, 
 No harp held in his hand? 
 
 3 On willow trees our harps are hung, — 
 Our voices still, as they ! 
 
 Our melodies no more are sung, 
 For night o'erspreads our day ! 
 
322 PSALM 137. 
 
 4 Our masters' taunts our souls annoy ; 
 They scoff, with cruel wrongs, — 
 mf «'Conie, strike aijain your harps of joy, 
 And sing your Zion's songs! " 
 
 — 5 In foreign land how can we sing? 
 
 How God's own anthems raise? 
 afT Shall we again, O Zion's King, 
 
 Thee in thy Salem j)raise? 
 
 6 Restore us to our much-lov'd land! 
 Bring us to Zion's hill! — 
 Forgetting her, let my right hand 
 Forget its harping skill ! 
 
 7 Then let my tongue in silence be. 
 Fast cleaving to its r(H)f ! 
 If, Salem, thou art not to me 
 Beyond all earth's behoof! allen. 
 
 Fourth Ver. — 3 &. 6. Laneshoro\ Woodstock. 
 
 [Repeat the tliinl line of tune of W.] 
 Zioii in Captivity. 
 p 1 CAPTIVES, we sat by Babel's stream, 
 Our harps on willows hung: 
 In gloom no cheering light doth beam, 
 No more is Zion's praise our theme. 
 No more her songs are sung ! 
 
 2 Poor captives in a foreign land, 
 Our foes exclaim in thron»fs, — 
 mf '^Come, strike your harp with merry hand ;— 
 Come with your glad, melodious band 
 And sing your Zion's songs !" 
 
 mp 3 O Salem ! once our happy seat, — .^^ 
 
 Forgetting thee, let tongue, ^VP 
 
 Gone all its notes, melodious, sweet. 
 Ne'er more give forth its utt'rance meet, — 
 Silent, — as harp unstrung! 
 
 — 4 Our God beholds our captive state: — 
 He says, — "Your harps once more, 
 In Zion's courts, now desolate, 
 f Their holiest songs, with gladness great, 
 -< In melody shall pour!" allen 
 
 M 
 
PSALM 137. 323 
 
 Fifth Version. — 7s. Palmer, Turin, 
 Zion in Affliction. 
 up 1 SITTING down by Babel's stream, 
 As we, Zion, thought of thee, 
 Lo, the tear-drops frequent gleam, 
 Flowing from our eve-lids free: 
 Then, our harps too, all unstrung, 
 High on willow^ trees were hung. 
 
 2 They, who had us captive led. 
 And who held us in their chains, 
 nf "Come, be merry !" taunting said, 
 
 "Let us hear your mirthful strains!" 
 Still they said in scornful throngs, 
 "Sing us one of Zion's songs!" 
 
 IJ— S How can ^ve, poor captives, sing 
 ' Songs of God in foreign land.'^ 
 
 How extol our Zion's King, 
 While we wear the captive's band, 
 
 And the scoffer oft doth cry, 
 
 "Where's your God, the Lord most High.'' " 
 
 4 Salem ! if I thee forget, — 
 af Thee, where Siloa's fountain flows. 
 
 Thee, where tribes of brethren met. 
 And the smoke of incense rose ; — • 
 ap Let my right hand lose its skill, 
 en Let my tongue fore'er be still ! Allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — lOs. Wilbraham, Savannah. 
 
 Zion in Captivity, 
 • 1 POOR captives, sitting down by BabePs stream, 
 \ Our silent harps we on th« wdllow^s hung ; 
 . No more is Zion's praise our joyful theme, 
 No more our sw eet and holy hymns are sung. 
 
 2 Poor captives in a foreign, pagan land. 
 
 Our foes exclaim, regardless of our wrongs, — 
 I Come, strike your pleasant harps with merry 
 hand. 
 Come, sing us one of your glad Zion's songs t"' 
 
J 
 
 324 PSALM 137. 
 
 p 3 O Salem ! onco our glorious, blessed seat ! 
 
 When I forget thee, let my palsied tongue, — 
 Gone all its notes of melody most sweet, — 
 Be silent, like my tuneless harp unstrung! 
 
 4 Our God beholds our wretched, captive state. 
 And says in tender love, — *'Your harps once * 
 more { 
 
 In much-lovM Zion's courts, with joy elate, 
 < Their sweetest, holiest melody shall pour !" 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 Seventh VersiOxV. — 10 Sf 8. 
 Zion in Captivity. 
 
 1 WHERE flows in silence Babel's stream, 
 We sat down sad ; we wept with bitter grief, 
 
 As we awak'd from home's most i)leasant dream. 
 And found ourselves poor thralls without relief j—» 
 
 As we remember'd Zion's hill, 
 O, what deep sorrows did our bosoms fill? 
 
 2 Our harps, all silent and unstrung, 
 We hang'd upon the weeping, willow trees ; — 
 And, when upon the branches there they hung, 
 They seem'd to mourn in every passing breeze : — 
 
 It was a faint and tuneless sound ; — 
 It only made our sorrows more abound. 
 
 3 The men, who had us captive led. 
 
 The wasters of our land with cruel wrongs. 
 With taunting and unpitying spirit said, 
 "Come now, and sing us one of Zion's songs ! 
 
 Come now, and very mirthful be, 
 Come, take your harps, and sing most merrily !'* 
 
 4 But how can we, poor captives, sing 
 
 The Lord's sweet song in foreign, godless land? 
 How can we strike the harp's melodious string?— 
 Salem i if I forget thee, let my hand 
 Forget her cunning, let my voice 
 Cleave silent to its roof, and ne'er rejoice ! 
 
 ALL£1^. 
 
PSALM 138. 32S 
 
 138. First Version. — L. M. Mendon. Brewer^ 
 
 God's Mercy. 
 f I f 1 WITH all my pow'rs of heart and tongue 
 I'll praise my Maker in my song. 
 Angels shall hear the notes, I raise. 
 Approve the song, and join the praise. 
 
 — 2 Amidst a thousand snares I stand, 
 Upheld and guarded by thy hand ; 
 Thy words my fainting soul revive^ 
 And keep my dying faith alive. 
 
 S Grace will complete what grace begins^ 
 To save from sorrow^ and from sins : 
 The work, that wisdom undertakes, 
 Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes. watts* 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Walton, Ellenthorpe, 
 
 God^s Mercy praised. 
 Aff 1 WITHIN thy holy temple's bound 
 My songs of praise shall oft resound ; 
 I'll sing thy grace and wondrous love. 
 Thy truth, descending from above. 
 
 2 Though, Lord, thy throne is fix'd on high, 
 Yet to the low ly art Thou nigh ; 
 
 And, when thy mourning servants pray, 
 Their night Thou turnest into day ! 
 
 3 Midst trouble though I w*eary walk. 
 And wrathful foes around me stalk. 
 Thy word my firm support shall be. 
 And all mine enemies shall flee. 
 
 4 And, when around me shall be spread 
 > The gloomy shadows of the dead, 
 
 mf Thy mercy, Lord, shall still endure, — 
 
 Thy truth unmov'd, — thy promise sure I allek* 
 
 Third Version. — H. M. Harioich, Stoitu 
 Praise of the King of kings. 
 Aff 1 O THOU, my heav'nly King, 
 To Thee I'll grateful raise 
 My anthems loud of praise, 
 And in thy temple sing ; 
 28 
 
336 PSALM 138, 139. 
 
 I'll praise Thee for thy truth and love. 
 Thy wondrous nnercy from above ! 
 
 2 All kings shall praise Thee, Lord, 
 When they thy truth shall know, 
 When love to them shall flow, — 
 And joy from thy good word ; 
 Yea, in thy paths they'll gladly sing, 
 Extolling Thee, their glorious King I alle* 
 
 Fourth Version. — 6&4. Doti. Italian Hymn, 
 Praise for God^s Mercy. 
 Aff 1 WITHIN thy house with songs 
 I'll meet, O Lord, the throngs, 
 
 Which worship Thee: 
 With my whole heart I'll raise 
 My anthems to thy praise, 
 For Mercy's bright displays, — 
 Thy love to me ! 
 
 2 Thou art a God of truth. 
 Of kindness and of ruth. 
 
 And tender love : 
 Thou heard'st my mournful cry. 
 And wast a Savior nigh 
 From thy bright throne on high, — 
 
 From heav'n above ! 
 
 3 And ever shall thy hand 
 Redeem the contrite band. 
 
 That humbly bow : 
 Though in dark, troublous way 
 Great evils would dismay. 
 My soul on Thee shall stay, 
 
 And safety know ! allen. 
 
 139. First Ver. — L. M. Sunderland, Windham, 
 The all-seeing God. 
 
 Aff 1 LORD, Thou hastsearch'd and seen me through; 
 Thine eye commands, wdth piercing view. 
 My rising and my resting hours. 
 My heart and flesh with" all their powers. 
 
PSALM 139. 327 
 
 2 Within thy circling pow'r I stand. 
 On ev'ry side I find thy hand ; 
 mf Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, 
 I am surrounded still with God ! 
 
 afF 3 O may these thoughts possess my breast, 
 Where'^er I rove, where'er I rest! 
 Nor let my weaker passions dare 
 Consent to sin, for God is there! witts. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Hebron. Rockingham, 
 God all-seeing and present every where. 
 Aff 1 O, LORD, Pm ever in thine eye, 
 
 And Thou my secret thoughts dost spy, 
 My path Thou compassest around, 
 And all my actions Thou dost bound. 
 
 2 O, whither shall I go, to flee 
 The presence of immensity? 
 Should I ascend to heav'nly light. 
 Thy glory there shines out most bright. 
 
 3 Down to the grave should I repair. 
 Thou wouldst be present with me there ; 
 In distant lands beyond the sea, 
 
 Thy Spirit, Lord, would be vrith me. 
 
 4 And if I say, the shades of night 
 Shall surely hide me from thy sight ; — 
 Yet noon of night, like noon of day. 
 To Thee will all my deeds display! 
 
 5 Then teach me, Lord, as in thy view 
 The path of goodness to pursue, 
 That, w^hen from earth my soul is free, 
 
 I may be present, Lord, with Thee ! all en. 
 
 Third Version. — C, M. Spencer. Dundee. 
 God^s Omnipresence and Omniscience. 
 Aff 1 IN all my vast concerns with Thee, 
 In vain my soul would try ^ 
 
 To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee 
 The notice of thine eye. 
 
 2 Thy all surrounding sight surv^e3^s 
 My rising and my rest, 
 
328 PSALM 139. 
 
 My public walks, my private ways. 
 And secrets of my breast. 
 
 mf 3 O, wondrous knowledge, deep and high! 
 — Where can a creature hide ? 
 
 Within thy circling arms I lie. 
 
 Beset on ev'ry side. 
 
 mf 4 So let thy grace surround me still, 
 And like a bulwark prove. 
 To guard my soul from ev'ry ill, 
 Secur'd by sov'reign love ! watts. 
 
 Fourth Version. — S. M. Ohnutz, Watchman. 
 Sincerity professed before God. 
 1 THE wicked Thou wilt slay. 
 In thy great wrath, O God, 
 Unless they turn from evil way, 
 In which their feet have trod. 
 
 3 The men with bloody stain. 
 The men, who Thee blaspheme, 
 
 And those, who take thy name in vain, — 
 All these my foes I deem. 
 
 mp 3 For wicked men I mourn, 
 
 In all their guilt and gloom ; — 
 O, let them unto Thee return. 
 And flee th' avenging doom ! 
 
 4 Search me ; my heart survey ; 
 aflf Be mercy to me given : — 
 
 O make me feel thy Spirit's sway, 
 «< And lead me up to heaven ! allen. 
 
 Fifth Version. — 75. JVorivich. PleyeVs Hymn. 
 God's Omnipresence. 
 
 mp 1 WHERE from Thee, can I, Lord, go.? 
 
 Whither from thine eye repair.^ 
 
 If to gloomy world below, 
 <: Or to heaven ;— Thou art there ! 
 
 — 2 If the morning's wings I take. 
 
 And with speed of light should fly 
 Where the w^estern billows break, — 
 There, O Lord, I meet thine eye ! 
 
PSALM 139. 329 
 
 mp 3 If I say, the veil of night 
 
 Spreads o'er me impervious gloom ; 
 
 mf Darkness is with Thee as light. 
 Night thy presence doth illume ! 
 
 aff 4 Then, Lord, the thought of Thee, 
 Let it all my steps attend. 
 Urging ev'ry sin to flee, 
 That in heav'n my path may end! allen. 
 
 Sixth Version. — 7s. Palmer, Rutland, 
 God^s Omnipresence. 
 
 1 LORD, Thou searchest all my heart! 
 Ne'er from Thee can I depart ; 
 Rising up, or lying down, 
 
 All my ways by Thee are known, 
 All my thoughts are seen by Thee, 
 God of glorious majesty! 
 
 2 From thy Spirit w here shall I, 
 From thy presence whither fly ? 
 Up to heaven ? Thou art there ! — 
 In th' abyss of dark despair? 
 Even there is felt thy power, — 
 Present justice every hour ! 
 
 3 If I fly with morning's wings, 
 As the dawTi its radiance flings, 
 And in distant sea do dwell ; 
 There thy hand doth guide me w'ell: 
 There Thou, Lord, art near to me. 
 There thy glory I shall see. 
 
 4 If I say, "'T is light reveals,— 
 Darkness from thy view^ conceals! " 
 Night shall then to me be day. 
 Darkness all my deeds display. 
 Night, God, to Thee shines free, — 
 Light and darkness one to Thee. 
 
 aflf 5 Then, Jehovah, let me fear 
 Thy just scrutiny severe ; 
 Nor, when tempter plies his art, 
 Let my soul from Thee depart, 
 
 28* 
 
330 PSALM 140, 141. 
 
 Since, O God, thy pow'r is nigh, 
 
 Since I'm ever in thine eye ! allen. 
 
 PSALM 140 L. M. Walton. DuJce Street 
 
 Prayer for Protection, 
 
 1 MINE enemies have laid their snare, 
 The tempter spread his net forme ; 
 
 aff O, Lord my God, regard my prayer, 
 And let me thy salvation see ! 
 
 2 Each meditated ill prevent. 
 Each vricked project overthrow. 
 Lest, prosp'rous, proud, and insolent, 
 In boastfulness exult the foe. 
 
 3 Thou wilt the rightful cause maintain, 
 And vindicate the poor oppress'd ; 
 None thy kind aid shall seek in vain. 
 Nor deem his confidence unblest. 
 
 4 Surely, thy righteous servants, Lord, 
 Thy grace and pow'r shall joyful tell ; 
 
 mf They shall inherit high reward. 
 
 And in thy presence ever dwell ! allen, J 
 
 141. First Ver. — L. M. Walton, Winchester, 
 
 Worship of God: Prayer for the Righteous, 
 
 1 MY God, accept my early vows. 
 Like morning incense, in thy house ; 
 And let my nightly worship rise 
 Sweet as the evening sacrifice. 
 
 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, 
 From ev'ry rash and heedless word. 
 
 Nor let my feet incline to tread 
 The guilty path, where sinners lead. 
 
 3 O, may the righteous, when I stray. 
 Smite and reprove my wand'ring way! 
 
 mp Their gentle words, like ointment shed, 
 < Shall never bruise, but cheer my head. 
 
 i 
 
PSALM 141, 142. 331 
 
 mp 4 When 1 behold them press'd with grief, 
 
 I'll cry to heav'n for their relief, 
 mf And by my warm petitions prove, 
 
 How much I prize their faithful love, watts. 
 
 Second Versiox. — L. M. Walton. Duke Street, 
 
 God's Favor sought. 
 Aflf 1 LORD, when I cry to Thee, give ear. 
 My earnest supplication hear ; 
 And let my pray'r, like incense, rise, 
 Or smoke of evening sacrifice. 
 
 2 Teach me the door of speech to guard. 
 
 And constant keep a watch and ward ; 
 My heart to naught of ill incline. 
 Nor let me from thy word decline. 
 
 S But, should I from thy precepts stray. 
 Let righteous men reprove my way ; 
 xnf Their wise reproof shall cheer my head, 
 
 Like oil of gladness o'er me spread! allen. 
 
 142. First Ver. — L. M. Windham. Medivay. 
 
 God a Refuge. 
 Aff 1 IN all my straits to Thee I'll cry. 
 
 To Thee, O Lord, my God, most high, 
 Nor will I cease to seek thy face. 
 And supplicate thy wondrous grace. 
 
 2 My way is thick beset with snares, 
 And for my soul no brother cares ; 
 Before my num'rous foes I quail. 
 And earthly refuge seems to fail. 
 
 S Yet, when I cry to Thee, O Lord, 
 I find a refuge in thy word ; 
 mf Thy promises sustain my soul. 
 
 And all my restless fears control. ] 
 
 aff 4 Behold me. Lord, brought very low ; 
 
 My pow'rful foes still bend their bow ; 
 f O, burst my chains and prison-door ; 
 < Then will I praise Thee evermore ! ALLE^'. 
 
332 PSALM 142. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Lathrop. Compton. 
 
 Praise for Deliverance. 
 Aff 1 TO Thee, O Lord, I cried, 
 To Thee I made my prayer. 
 When, sorrowful, I mourn'd and sighed, 
 And was o'erwhelm'd with care. 
 
 2 Then Thou my path didst see, 
 And all my foes didst know ; 
 How they did lay a snare for me, 
 My soul to overthrow. 
 
 3 When refuse fail'd, O Lord, 
 Then Ito Thee did cry. 
 And Thou didst send thy pow'rful word, 
 To bring salvation nigh ! 
 
 4 From prison-gloom to light. 
 From shame to honor brought, — 
 
 mf I praise thy saving arm of might, 
 
 < Thy love beyond all thought! alleb 
 
 Third Version. — 75. JVorioich. PleijeVs Hymn. 
 Prayer to God in Trouble. 
 Aff 1 LORD, to Thee I rais'd my cry, 
 Pour'd to Thee my sad complaint, 
 Show'd my grief with many a sigh, 
 
 < Sought Thee sorr'wing, weak, and faint. 
 
 mp 2 Overwhelm'd with all my wo, f 
 
 Vainly look'd I round for aid ; 
 Refuge fail'd me here below, 
 Not a friend his love displayed. 
 
 aff 3 Lord, to Thee I rais'd my cry, 
 
 "Thou," I said," my refuge art ; 
 Send deliv'rance from on high. 
 Cheer my broken, bleeding heart. 
 
 4 "Bring my soul from prison deep ; 
 Then, with sweets of liberty, 
 mf Harp strings with loud praise Pll sweep. 
 
 And the good shall honor Thee !" allev^ 
 
PSALM 143. 333 
 
 143. First Version. — L. M. Medtoay, Luz. 
 
 Earnest Supplication^ 
 Aff 1 GIVE ear, O Lord, unto my cry, 
 
 And save me, lest my soul should die ; 
 Thy servant with thy favor bless, 
 And answer me in righteousness. 
 
 2 In judgment enter not with me, 
 
 For man can ne'er be just with Thee: 
 My sins abase me to the ground, — 
 In vain for help I look around. 
 
 3 Ah, who this darkness shall dispel, 
 And snatch me from the verge of hell ? 
 Who shall my prostrate spirit raise. 
 And change my grief to songs of praise ? 
 
 4 My hands, O Lord, I stretch to Thee, 
 For Thou canst set the captive free : 
 How wonderful thy works of old. 
 When Israel was in bondage sold? 
 
 f 5 The rock-imprison'd waters burst, 
 
 — And quench'd thy people's raging thirst: 
 
 aff So, Lord, my raging thirst supply 
 
 With streams of life from rock on high ! 
 
 6 O, banish. Lord, my guilty fear ; 
 Thy loving kindness let me hear ; 
 Teach me to do thy holy will. 
 And guide me by thy Spirit still ! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Boylston, Inverness. 
 Confession and Prayer. 
 
 1 NO man, who dwells in dust, 
 In earthly residence, 
 With Thee, O God, can e'er be just. 
 Or plead his innocence. 
 
 Aff 2 Then in thy mercy hear. 
 And listen to my cry ; 
 Let thy redeeming pow'r be near, 
 And save me, lest I die ! 
 
334 PSALM 144. 
 
 3 I think on by-gone days, 
 On all thy works of old : 
 O, make to me, too, bright displays 
 Of wondrous love untold ! 
 
 4 O, hear me, Lord, with speed, 
 For, lo, my spirit fails : 
 My strength is but a broken reed. 
 My guilt my soul bewails. 
 
 5 In Thee I yet confide : 
 Thy Spirit, Lord, is good ; 
 For His sake, who for me once died, 
 And pour'd the crimson flood, — 
 
 6 My many sins forgive. 
 And shed the heav'nly power. 
 And let me in ihy presence live, 
 
 mf To praise Thee evermore ! allen. 
 
 144. First Ver,— L. M. Warrington. St.Peter^. 
 God gives the Victory. 
 
 f 1 BLEST be the Lord, my strength and shield^ 
 Who arms me for the battle field. 
 Whose aid in ev'ry fight is nigh. 
 And who o'er sin gives victory ! 
 
 — 2 Yet must the contest be renewed. 
 
 Till every foe is quite subdued ; 
 mf Then bow thy heavens and come down, , 
 
 And let thy mighty pow'r be known ! ' 
 
 8 If with thine awful thunder's stroke 
 
 Thou smite the mountains, they will smoke ; 
 Thine arr'vvy lightnings, as they blaze, 
 Will fill thy foes with wild amaze. 
 
 aff 4 Save, then, thine heritage, O Lord, 
 And guide them by thy faithful word: 
 Salvation Thou dost freely give, 
 And by thy truth thy servants live ! allen. 
 
PSALM 144. 335 
 
 Second Version. — C. M. St. Ann^s. Colchester, 
 Victory from God. 
 f 1 FOREVER blessed be the Lord, 
 My Savior and my shield ! 
 He sends his Spirit with his word 
 To arm me for the field. 
 
 2 When sin and hell their force unite. 
 He checks my dark despair, 
 Instructs me to the heav'nly fight. 
 And makes my soul his care. 
 
 3 A friend and helper, so divine. 
 Doth my weak courage raise : 
 
 He makes the glorious vict'ry mine, 
 
 And His shall be the praise ! watts. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Blackburn. Medfield. 
 
 Vanity of Man : God's Condescension. 
 p 1 LORD, what is man, poor feeble man. 
 
 His frame of brittle clay. 
 
 His Ufe a shadow and a span, 
 
 That quickly flits away ? 
 
 2 O, what is man, the child of death. 
 Born of a guilty race, 
 That God should keep his failing breath. 
 And visit him with grace ? 
 
 mf 3 That God, who darts his lightnings down! 
 Who shakes the worlds above. 
 And mountains tremble at his frown ! — 
 
 mp How wondrous is his love.'* watts. 
 
 Fourth Version. — S. M. Cedron. Aylesbury, 
 
 God's Condescension : His Mercy sought, 
 mp 1 LORD, what is feeble man, 
 
 The being of a day. 
 
 His life, of utmost length, a span, 
 
 A shade, that flits away? 
 
 2 Lord, what is man, that Thou, 
 From thine exalted height, 
 
336 PSALM 145. 
 
 Shouldst condescend his ways to know. 
 And give the wand'rer light? 
 
 3 Great is thy mercy. Lord ; 
 
 mf Thou art my strength and shield ; 
 
 O, arm me with thy glitt'ring sword, — 
 Be truth to me revealed ! 
 
 4 Then shall I gladly see 
 Thine outstretch'd arm divine, 
 And, while my enemies shall flee, 
 
 f The glory shall be thine ! allen. 
 
 145. First Version.— L. M. Walton. Winchester. 
 The Greatness of God, 
 
 Aff 1 MY God, my King, thy various praise 
 Shall fill the remnant of my days, 
 Thy grace employ my humble tongue. 
 Till death and glory raise the song. 
 
 2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear 
 Some thankful tribute to thine ear, 
 And every setting sun shall see 
 New works of duty done for Thee. 
 
 3 Thy truth and justice brightly beam, 
 Thy bounty flows an endless stream, 
 Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow, — 
 But dreadful to the stubborn foe. 
 
 4 Thy works with sov'reign glory shine^ 
 And speak thy Majesty divine : 
 
 mf Let ev'ry realm with joy proclaim 
 The sound and honor of thy name. 
 
 5 Let distant times and nations raise 
 The long succession of thy praise, 
 And unborn ages make my song 
 The joy aud labor of their tongue. 
 
 mp 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds ? 
 Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds : 
 mf Vast and unsearchable thy ways, — 
 f Vast and immortal be thy praise ! watts. 
 
PSALM 145. 337 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. Baltimore, Timsbury, 
 God great and good. 
 mfif 1 I WILL extol Thee, O my King, 
 
 And joyous bless thy name and sing ; 
 I'll praise Thee now, till time is past, 
 And while eternity shall last. 
 
 2 Great art Thou, Lord, supreme in mighty 
 Thy ways unsearch'd and infinite ! 
 Fathers to sons thy w^orks shall praise. 
 And speak of all thy wondrous ways. 
 
 S How marvellous thy w^orks, O God? 
 
 Thine arm stretch'd out the heav'ns abroad, 
 The earth's foundations Thou didst lay, 
 And heav'n and earth both feel thy sway. 
 
 p 4 Thou, Lord, art good, — thy name is love 5 
 
 Great is thy mercy from above, 
 mf And all the sons of men shall see 
 
 The glory of thy majesty ! 
 
 5 Thy mighty acts, thy wondrous power 
 Thy servants praise, w^hile they adore ; 
 Nor shall they cease thy name t' extol, 
 f While everlasting ages roll ! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. St. Ann^s. Howard. 
 The Greatness of God. 
 Aflf 1 LONG as I live, I'll bless thy name. 
 My King, my God of love ! 
 My work and joy shall be the same 
 In the bright world above ! 
 
 2 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue. 
 And, while my lips rejoice. 
 The meu, who hear my sacred song. 
 Shall join their cheerful voice. 
 
 S Fathers to sons shall teach thy name. 
 And children learn thy ways ; 
 Ages to come thy truth proclaim, 
 And nations sound thy praise. 
 
 4 The world is manag'd by thy hands. 
 Thy saints are rul'd by love, 
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338 PSALM 145. 
 
 f And thine eternal kingdom stands, 
 
 > Though rocks and hills remove ! watts. 
 
 Fourth VersiOxN. — C. M. Corinth. Coventry. 
 
 The Goodness of God, 
 mf 1 SWEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, 
 
 My God, my heav'nly King! 
 
 Let age to age thy righteousness 
 
 In sounds of glory sing ! 
 
 — 2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines 
 
 His goodness to the skies ; 
 •O Through the whole earth his bounty shines, 
 
 — And every want supplies. 
 
 aff 3 How kind are thy compassions, Lord.^ 
 How slow thine anger moves? 
 How joyful is thy pard'ning word. 
 Which justice still approves? 
 
 — 4 Creatures, with all their endless race, 
 
 Thy pow'r and praise proclaim ; 
 mp But saints, who taste thy richer grace, 
 mf Delight to bless thy name ! watts. 
 
 Fifth Version. — C. M. Ferry. Dundee. 
 Mercy to Sufferers. 
 1 LET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak, 
 Thou sov'reign Lord of all ! 
 Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak. 
 And raise the poor, who fall. 
 
 mp 2 When sorrow bows the spirit down. 
 Or virtue lies distressed 
 Beneath some proud oppressor's frown. 
 Thou giv'st the mourners rest. 
 
 — 3 The Lord supports our tott'ring days. 
 
 And guides our giddy youth ; 
 Holy and just are all his ways. 
 And all his words are truth. 
 
 4 My lips shall dwell upon his praise. 
 And spread his fame abroad ; 
 mf Let all the sons of Adam raise 
 
 The honors of their God! watts. 
 
PSALM 145. 339 
 
 Sixth Version. — H. M. Harivich, Stoiv, 
 Praise to God. 
 
 Aff 1 0, THOU, my God and King! 
 
 Thy name will I extol. 
 
 Thy praises will I sing 
 
 With purest joy of soul, 
 Each day, while I shall dwell below. 
 And while eternal years shall flow ! 
 
 2 Thou, blessed Lord, art great, 
 And great shall be thy praise ! 
 How glorious thy estate ? 
 How searchless are thy ways? 
 
 One race shall to another tell 
 Thy mighty deeds ineffable ! 
 
 3 Thy matchless glory high. 
 Thy wondrous works of might. 
 The honor of thy majesty. 
 And all thy splendors bright 
 
 My joyful tongue shall celebrate, 
 O Thou, my Savior, good and great ! 
 
 4 How rich, O Lord, thy grace ? 
 How wonderful thy love ? 
 Thy mercies we may trace 
 Around us and above : 
 
 O'er all thy works thy goodness reigns. 
 And Thee PU praise in gladsome strains ! 
 
 5 And all thy works shall bring 
 Their praises unto Thee ! 
 
 To Thee, their heav'nly King, 
 
 All men shall bow the knee ; 
 For Thou shalt reign from shore to shore. 
 And hold thy throne forevermore ! 
 
 6 On Thee all eyes do wait. 
 To Thee thy creatures cry ; 
 Each craving Thou dost sate, 
 And ev'ry want supply: 
 
 All nature, — earth, and air, and flood. 
 Bespeaks Thee, Lord, supremely good! 
 
340 PSALM 145. 
 
 7 To them Thou art most near 
 
 Throughout this earthly ball^ 
 
 Who Thee do love and fear. 
 
 And on Thee humbly call : 
 Them Thou wilt hear, and bless, and save, 
 And lift them from their lowly grave. 
 
 p 8 When wicked men in gloom 
 
 And horror shall arise, 
 
 To meet their awful doom, — 
 — Thy saints in glad surprise, 
 
 f Shall mount aloft to heav'nly light. 
 
 And praise Thee with sublime delight ! alle 
 
 Seventh Version. — 7s. JVuremburg. Kimball, 
 God^s Greatness and Mercy. 
 Affl THEE I praise, my God, O King! 
 Ev'ry day thy name I'll sing ; 
 Ever Thee will I adore. 
 Ever songs of praise outpour! 
 
 2 Great art Thou ; and none can find 
 Limits to thy boundless mind ; 
 None can estimate thy might, 
 Or thy greatness infinite ! 
 
 3 Yet shall man thy mercies show ; 
 Race to race, as ages flow, 
 Of thy wondrous works shall speak. 
 And thy glories, which outbreak ! 
 
 4 Thou art gracious, full of love, 
 Rich in mercy from above ; 
 O'er thy works thy mercies free 
 Speak thy full benignity. 
 
 5 Ev'ry living thing below ^ 
 Doth thine ample bounty know ; 
 
 Thou dost feed them from the stores, * 
 
 Which thy lib'ral hand outpours. * 
 
 6 Lord, in goodness Thou dost hear 
 
 All, who seek Thee, and who^fear ; — * 
 
 mf Thou wilt send thy saving pow'r, 
 f They shall praise Thee evermore I allen. 
 
PSALM 146. 341 
 
 146. First Ver.— L. M. RothwelL Duhe Street. 
 Praise for Divine Goodness and Truth. 
 
 1 PRAISE ye the Lord ; my heart shall join 
 In works so pleasant, so divme. 
 
 Now, while the flesh is mine abode. 
 And when my soul ascends to God. 
 
 2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers, 
 "While onward flow the endless hours 5 
 My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
 While life, and thought, and being last. 
 
 3 Happy the man, whose hopes rely 
 On IsraePs God: He made the sky. 
 And earth and seas, with all their train ; 
 And none shall find his promise vain. 
 
 4 His truth our footsteps ne'er misleads ; 
 
 He saves th' oppress'd, the poor He feeds ; 
 xnp He sends the lab'ring conscience peace, 
 And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 
 
 ^- 5 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind. 
 The Lord supports the sinking mind ; 
 He helps the stranger in distress, 
 The widow and the fatherless. 
 
 6 He loves his saints: He knows them well ; 
 mp But turns the wicked down to hell: — 
 f Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns, 
 
 Praise Him in everlasting strains ! watts. 
 
 Second Ver. — L. M. P. JYashville, JVewcourt, 
 Praise for Divine Goodness. 
 
 1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath. 
 And, when my voice is lost in death. 
 
 Praise shall employ my nobler powers: 
 My days of praise shall ne'er be past. 
 While life, and thought, and being last. 
 
 Or onward flow the endless hours. 
 
 2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely 
 On Israel's God : He made the sky. 
 
 And earth and seas with all their train ; 
 JJis truth endures forevermore, 
 29* 
 
342 PSALM 146. 
 
 He saves the oppress'd, he feeds the poor, 
 And none shall find his promise vain. 
 
 3 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind ; 
 The Lord supports the sinking mind ; 
 
 He sends the lab'ring conscience peace: 
 He helps the stranger in distress, 
 The widow and the fatherless, 
 
 And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 
 
 4 He loves his saints ; He knows them well. 
 But turns the wicked down to hell : 
 
 xnf Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns: 
 
 Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age 
 In this exalted work engage : — 
 
 Praise Him in everlasting strains ! watti 
 
 Third Version. — S. M. Dover. Paddington. 
 
 The Blessedness of trusting in God, 
 
 mf 1 WITH joy praise ye the Lord ! 
 My soul shall praise Him well ; 
 And, while I live, I'll praise his word 
 With joys ineftable ! 
 
 — 2 In princes put no trust, 
 
 Nor lean on son of man ; 
 mp For man is but a frame of dust, 
 His life is but a span ! 
 
 8 He, who hath help in God, 
 And makes the Lord his stay. 
 Shall ne'er, by smiter's angry rod, 
 Be smitten to dismay ! 
 
 — 4 God made the earth and sea. 
 
 And spread the heav'ns around ; 
 And He in love and mercy free 
 Will make his truth abound. 
 
 5 His arm doth save th' oppressed. 
 He gives the hungry food. 
 He makes the loosen'd pris'ner blest. 
 And fills the soul with good. 
 
PSALM 146. 343 
 
 6 The film from darken'd eye 
 The Lord doth well remove : 
 
 To humbled souls his grace is nigh, 
 The righteous He doth love. 
 
 7 Widows and fatherless 
 May trust his faithful word, 
 
 But wricked men his wrath will press : — 
 mf With joy praise ye the Lord! allen. 
 
 Fourth Version. — 7s. Turin. Kimball. 
 Praise to God. 
 mf 1 PRAISE Jehovah, O my soul ; 
 
 Tide of grateful praise should roll ! 
 While I live, my God I'll bless, — 
 God of pow^'r and righteousness ! 
 
 . — 2 Put no trust in man of might ; 
 
 God his proudest strength doth smite: 
 Lo, he vanisheth from view 3 
 AH his projects vanish too! 
 
 3 Blest is he, whose help is God ; 
 God. whose truth doth shiue abroad, 
 mf God, whose pow'r made earth and sea, 
 God of glorious majesty! 
 
 — 4 He gives justice to th' oppress'd ; 
 Hungry souls his hand hath blest ; 
 He pours light on darken'd eyes. 
 Lifts the lowly to the skies. 
 
 5 God doth love each holy mind 5 
 Strangers his protection find ; 
 Widows too and fatherless 
 Share his wondrous bounteousness ! 
 
 mf 6 God forever reigns on high ; 
 
 God of boundless majesty! 
 f Zion, in thy God rejoice ! 
 ff Praise Him with exulting voice! allen. 
 
344 PSALM 147. 
 
 147. First Ver. — L. M. Brentford. Truro, 
 God praised for his Works. 
 
 1 PRAISE ye the Lord ; 'tis good to sing 
 The praises of our God and King, 
 For great is God and great his might, 
 His understanding infinite. 
 
 2 The shining stars He calls by name, 
 While they his wondrous pow'r proclaim ; 
 He spreads the sky with clouds around, 
 Which pour down blessings on the ground. 
 
 3 He clothes with verdure all the hills. 
 The vallies with abundance fills. 
 To hungry beast affords supply. 
 And hears young ravens, when they cry. 
 
 4 But greater are his works of grace. 
 Which in the soul of man we trace 5 
 
 mp He binds up all the wounded hearts, 
 And Gilead's healing balm imparts. 
 
 5 The meek He lifts up from the dust, 
 O'erwhelms the wicked, shields the just: — 
 
 mf Then praise the Lord in joyful song ; 
 
 f Let Zion's harp the strains prolong ! allen. 
 
 Second Version. — L. M. St, PauVs, Clyde, 
 God praised for his Works. 
 mf 1 ZION ! extol thy God and King, 
 
 Who reigns o'er all the earth below ; 
 Let all the earth with praises ring^ 
 And all men's hearts with love o'erflow! 
 
 4 
 
 1 
 
 2 Children of Zion! ye are blest! 
 
 Your King, whose name is Prince of Peace, 
 Gives you in quiet bow'rs to rest, 
 Nor shall his watchful care e'er cease. 
 
 8 At his command the snowy showers 
 O'erspread the earth like fleecy wool, 
 And in strong chains of icy powers 
 Are bound the lake, the stream, the pool. 
 
PSALM 147. 345 
 
 4 But soon He makes his wind to blow. 
 And pours more amply beams of light. 
 When, lo, the melted waters flow. 
 And verdure bursts upon our sight ! 
 
 mf 5 His greater w^orks demand our song: 
 
 He sends from heav'n his mighty word, 
 And pours a holy tide along, 
 
 f Where all was frost : — Praise ye the Lord ! 
 
 ALLEN* 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. Warwick. Marlow, 
 The Seasons of the Year, 
 
 1 WITH songs and honors sounding loud 
 Address the Lord on high ; 
 
 Over the heav'ns He spreads his cloud, 
 And waters veil the sky. 
 
 2 He sends his show 'rs of blessings dovni 
 To cheer the plains below ; 
 
 He makes the grass the mountains crown. 
 And corn in valleys grow. 
 
 3 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow 
 Descend and clothe the ground ; — 
 The liquid streams forbear to flow. 
 In icy fetters bound. 
 
 4 He sends his word and melts the snow, 
 The fields no longer mourn ; 
 
 He calls the warmer gales to blow. 
 And bids the spring return. 
 
 5 The changing mind, the flying cloud 
 Obey his mighty word : — 
 
 f With songs and honors sounding loud. 
 
 Praise ye the sov'reign Lord! watts* 
 
 Fourth Version. — C. M. Warivich, Litchfield. 
 Goodness of God, 
 1 DELIGHTFUL is the task to sing. 
 On each returning day. 
 The praises of our heav'nly King, 
 And grateful homage pay. 
 
346 PSALM 147. 
 
 2 The countless worlds, which, bath'd in light. 
 Through fields of azure move, 
 Proclaim his wisdom and his might ; 
 But, O, how great his love ? 
 
 S He deigns each broken, contrite heart 
 With tenderness to bind ; 
 And comfort, hope, and grace impart, 
 To heal the wounded mind. 
 
 4 All creatures with instinctive cry 
 From God implore their food ; 
 His bounty grants a rich supply, 
 And fills the earth with good. 
 
 5 Delightful is the task, O Lord, 
 With each returning day 
 Thy countless mercies to record. 
 And grateful homage pay. spirit of psalms. 
 
 Fifth Version. — 6 & 4. Oakham. lialian Hymn 
 Winter and Spring, 
 
 mf 1 O ZION, praise thy God ! 
 
 Ye, who her courts have trod. 
 Extol his name ! 
 
 — He counts the stars of light. 
 Which, in the calm, clear night 
 Out-beaming on the sight, 
 
 His pow'r proclaim. 
 
 mf 2 O Zion, praise the Lord! 
 
 He sendeth out his word. 
 
 And hail outpours! 
 
 — His snow, like wool around. 
 Doth cover all the ground ; 
 Greenness no where is found, 
 
 Nor fruits nor flowers. 
 
 d Who is the mortal bold, 
 That can abide his cold. 
 
 His frosts most keen ? 
 He makes his winds to blow ; 
 And then the waters flow, 
 Then vanisheth the snow, 
 
 And earth is green ! 
 
PSALM 148. 347 
 
 On heart of thick-ribb'd ice, 
 Stiffen'd in sin and vice, 
 
 O, Jesus, shine ! 
 And let thy Spirit melt 
 To tenderness unfelt 
 The soul of wo and guilt, 
 
 And make it thine ! allen. 
 
 148. First Ver. — L. M. Baltimore. Mendon, 
 
 Universal Praise to God, 
 f 1 LOUD hallelujahs to the Lord 
 
 From distant worlds, where creatures dwell ; 
 Let heav'n begin the solemn word, 
 And sound it di'eadful, — down to hell. 
 
 2 Wide, as his vast dominion lies, 
 Make the Creator's name be known : 
 Loud, as his thunder, shout his praise, 
 And sound it lofty, as his throne. 
 
 <: 3 Jehovah! — 'tis a glorious word! 
 
 mf 0, may it dwell on ev'ry tongue ; 
 
 But saints, who best have known the Lord, 
 Are bound to raise the noblest song. 
 
 mp 4 Speak of the wonders of that love. 
 
 Which Gabriel plays on ev'ry chord ! 
 f From all below and all above 
 ff Loud hallelujahs to the Lord! watts. 
 
 Second Version. — S. M. Clapton. St. Thomas. 
 Universal Praise. 
 n 1 LET ev'ry creature join 
 To praise th'eternal God ; 
 In this, ye heav'nly hosts, combine, 
 And sound his name abroad. 
 
 I 2 Thou sun with golden beams, 
 
 I And moon with paler rays, — 
 
 I Ye waud'ring lights, ye starry gleams, 
 
 I Shine to your Maker's praise ! 
 
 I 3 He built those worlds above, 
 
 i And fix'd their wondrous frame ; — 
 
348 PSALM 148. 
 
 By his command they stand or move. 
 And ever speak his name. 
 
 4 Ye vapors, w^hen you rise, 
 
 Or fall in show'rs or snow ; — 
 
 Ye thunders, murm'ring round the skies. 
 
 His pow^'r and glory show. 
 
 5 Wind, hail, and flashing fire. 
 Agree to praise the Lord, 
 
 When ye in dreadful storms conspire 
 To execute his word. 
 
 6 By all his works above 
 His honors be express'd ; 
 
 But saints, who taste his saving love, 
 Should sing his praises best! watts. 
 
 Third Version. — C. P. M. Peru, Rapture. 
 Universal Praise. 
 ft 1 BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay, 
 Let each enraptur'd thought obey, 
 
 And praise th' Almighty's name ! 
 Lo ! heav'n and earth, and seas and skies 
 In one melodious concert rise. 
 To swell the loud acclaim ! 
 
 2 Ye fields of light, celestial plains, 
 Where gay, transporting beauty reigns, 
 
 Ye scenes divinely fair ! 
 Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim ; 
 Tell how He form'd your shining frame, 
 
 And breath'd the fluid air. 
 
 3 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound. 
 While all th' adoring throngs around 
 
 His boundless mercy sing ; 
 Let ev'ry list'ning saint above 
 Wake all the tuneful soul of love, 
 pp And touch the sweetest string ! 
 
 f 4 Loud join, ye spheres, the vocal choir! 
 Thou dazzling orb of liquid fii'e, 
 The mighty chorus aid ; 
 mp Soon as grey evening gilds the plain, 
 
 Thou, moon, protract the melting strain. 
 And praise Him in the shade. 
 
PSALM 148. 349 
 
 — 5 Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode. 
 
 Ye clouds, proclaim your foniiing God, 
 Who calPd yon worlds from night ; 
 
 "Ye shades, dispel 1" — th' Eternal said ; 
 
 At once th' involving darkness fled. 
 And nature sprung to light ! 
 
 6 Thou, mighty, bill'wy deep, rejoice ! 
 f < Ye thunders, burst with awful voice 
 
 To Him, who bids you roll : 
 p His praise in softer notes declare. 
 
 Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air, 
 pp And breathe it to the soul ! 
 
 — 7 Wake, all ye mounting tribes, and sing ! 
 
 Ye plumy warblers of the spring, 
 
 Harmonious anthems raise 
 To Him, who shap'd your fairer mould. 
 Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold. 
 
 And tun'd your voice to praise. 
 
 mf 8 Let man, by nobler passions swayed. 
 The feeling heart, the judging head 
 
 In praise of God employ ; 
 Spread his all-glorious name around, 
 f Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the sound, — 
 ff The gen'ral burst of joy ! ogilvie. 
 
 Fourth Version. — H. M. Haywood, DarweWs. 
 
 M 1 YE boundless realms of joy. 
 Exalt your Maker's fame ; 
 His praise your song employ 
 Above the starry frame : 
 Your voices raise. 
 Ye Cherubim, And Seraphim, 
 To sing his praise. 
 
 5i Thou moon, that ruPst the night, 
 And sun, that guid'st the day, 
 Ye glitt'ring stars of night. 
 To Him your homage pay : 
 His praise declare. 
 Ye heav'ns above. And clouds, that move 
 In liquid air. 
 30 
 
350 PSALM 148. 
 
 3 Let them adore the Lord, 
 And praise his holy name. 
 By whose almighty word 
 They all from nothing came: 
 And all shall last, 
 From changes free ; His firm decree 
 
 Stands ever fast. tate. 
 
 Fifth Version. — H. M. Stow. DarweW$^ 
 Praise from all Creatures. 
 ft 1 YE tribes of Adam, join 
 
 With heav'n, and earth, and seas, 
 And offer notes divine 
 To your Creator's praise. 
 Ye holy throng 
 Of angels bright, In worlds of light 
 Begin the song. 
 
 2 Thou sun, with dazzling rays, 
 And moon, that rul'st the night. 
 Shine to your Maker's praise, — 
 With stars of twinkling light. 
 
 His pow'r declare. 
 Ye floods on high. And clouds, that fly 
 In empty air ! 
 
 3 The shining worlds above 
 In glorious order stand. 
 Or in swift courses move 
 By his supreme command. 
 
 He spake the word. 
 And all their frame From nothing came,- 
 To praise the Lord ! 
 
 4 He mov'd their mighty wheels 
 In unknown ages past. 
 And each his work fulfils. 
 While time and nature last. 
 
 In difPrent ways 
 His works proclaim His wondrous name 
 And speak his praise. 
 
 5 Let all the nations fear 
 The God, who rules above ; 
 He brings his people near. 
 
 II 
 
PSALM 148. 351 
 
 And makes them taste his love . 
 While earth and sky 
 Attempt his praise, His saints shall raise 
 His honors high. watts. 
 
 Sixth Version. — H. M. Harwich, Stow. 
 Praise to God from all Creatures. 
 
 1 YE wide-spread realms of God, 
 Ye vast, created throng ! 
 Publish his name abroad, 
 
 And lift a noble song ! — 
 With gladsomeness 
 Ye Angels high, Beyond the sky. 
 Your Maker bless ! 
 
 2 Thou Sun, great king of day, 
 And Moon, the queen of night, 
 Ye glitt'ring Stars, all pay 
 
 To God your homage bright! 
 His pow'r declare. 
 Ye Heav'ns above. And Worlds, that move 
 In ether rare I 
 
 3 All ye, extol the Lord, 
 For ye from nothing came 
 By his almighty w^ord, 
 For his eternal fame ! 
 
 In ages past 
 Your cycles plann'd, — Ye all shall stand, 
 While time shall last ! 
 
 4 Thou, Earth, with all thy host, — 
 Both mountain, hill, and vale, 
 The sea, the wind, the frost. 
 Snow, vapor, fii'e, and hail,— 
 
 Each creeping thing. 
 
 The beast, the bird, And man be stirred, 
 
 God's praise to sing ! 
 
 5 Praise ye Jehovah's name. 
 For that alone is great ! 
 His honors loud proclaim, 
 His pow'r and kingly state! 
 
 His glory bright 
 Surpasses high Both earth and sky, — 
 
 A sea of light I allen. 
 
862 PSALM 148. 
 
 Seventh Version. — 6 ^ 4. Dort. Italian Hymn. 
 
 Universal Praise. 
 
 i» 1 O PRAISE the Lord on high! 
 Ye hosts in yon blue sky, 
 
 Begin the song ! 
 Sun, moon, and stars of light, 
 Praise Him, whose word of might 
 Made all your glories bright ; — 
 
 The strain prolong ! 
 
 2 O, earth, take up the strain. 
 And through your wide domain 
 
 God's praise resound! 
 O, mighty deep, whose roar 
 Is rising evermore. 
 His praise from shore to shore 
 
 Still echo round ! 
 
 3 0, winged fire from cloud, 
 Extol his name aloud. 
 
 With hail and snow, 
 With mountains tow'ring high, 
 And birds, which heav'nward fly, 
 And tempest rushing by, — 
 
 All things below ! 
 
 4 Ye, mighty kings, bow down, 
 And God's great glory own, 
 
 And fear his word ! 
 Ye men, both young and old. 
 Your melodies unfold 
 In praise of love untold ! 
 
 Praise ye the Lord ! allen. 
 
 Eighth Version. — Is. Kimball. Edy field. 
 Universal Praise. 
 If 1 YOU, who dwell above the skies, 
 Free from human miseries ; 
 You, whom highest heav'n imbow'rs. 
 Praise the Lord with all your powers. 
 
 2 Angels, your clear voices raise ; 
 Him, ye heav'nly armies, praise ; 
 Sun, and moon with borrow'd light, 
 All you sparkling eyes of night ; 
 
PSALM 148. 353 
 
 3 Waters, hanging in the air ; 
 Heav'n of heav'ns, his praise declare ; 
 His deserved praise record, 
 
 His, who made you by his word : 
 
 4 Vapors, lightning, hail and snow, 
 Storms, which, when He bids them, blow, 
 Flow'ry hills and mountains high, 
 Cedars, neighbors to the sky ; 
 
 5 Savage beasts, all creeping things, 
 All, that cut the air with wings ; 
 Princes, judges of the earth, 
 
 All of high and humble birth ; 
 
 6 You, who awful sceptres sway. 
 You, inured to obey ; 
 
 You, who bow with age's w^eight. 
 You, who were but born of late ; 
 
 7 Youths and virgins, flourishing 
 In the beauty of your spring ; 
 Praise his name with one consent: — 
 
 O, how great ! how excellent ! sandys. 
 
 Ninth Version. — 10 & 11. Osborne, Lyons, 
 
 The Heavens called upon to praise God. 
 mf 1 O, PRAISE ye the Lord, from heaven on high. 
 Ye angels, which dwell in yonder blue sky! 
 O, praise Him, ye hosts, all resplendent above, 
 For all his great wonders of pow'r and of love! 
 
 2 O, praise Him, thou sun, all glorious in light! 
 
 O, praise Him, thou moon, the queen of the night! 
 Ye stars in the heav'n, w^ith your glittering rays, 
 O, lift up your song in Jehovah's high praise! 
 
 3 Ye orbs beyond orbs, new arches of heaven, 
 
 To reach which the thought in vain has yet striven, 
 
 O, praise the strong hand,which your topstone did place! 
 
 Praise God for his power, — his glory, — his grace! 
 
 AL.I.£IC. 
 
 SO* 
 
354 PSALM 148, 149. 
 
 Tenth Version. — 10 <Sr 11. Osborne, Lyons. 
 Praise to God from the Earth. 
 
 mf 1 O, PRAISE ye the Lord, from earth here below, 
 Ye waters and fire, and vapors and snow! 
 Ye winds, which rush quickly, while bearing his word 
 And hail-storm and tempest, O praise ye the Lord! 
 
 2 Ye mountains, which lift your heads to the sky, 
 Ye hills, which in greenness gladden the eye ; ' 
 Ye cedars, outspreading, which heavenward tower, 
 O, praise your Creator, the God of all power! 
 
 3 Ye monsters, which live and float in the deep ; 
 
 Ye birds, with swift wings ; ye earth-bound, which creep ; 
 Ye kings of the world, and their 8u])jects, who bow ; 
 Ye princes, ye judges, who justice should know ; 
 
 4 Ye young men and maidens, joyful and fair. 
 
 Ye children, and old with silvery hair, fl^H I 
 
 O, praise ye the name of Jehovah on high, ^^m'm 
 
 Whose glory transcends both the earth and the sky ! 
 
 149. First Ver.— C. M. Putney. JVotiingham. 
 
 Blessedness of the Saints. 
 If 1 ALL ye, who love the Lord, rejoice, 
 And let your songs be new ; 
 Amid the church, with cheerful voice. 
 His later wonders shew. 
 
 2 The Jews, the people of his grace, 
 Shall their Redeemer sing. 
 
 And Gentile nations join the praise, 
 While Zion owns her King. 
 
 3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just, 
 Whom sinners treat with scorn : 
 The meek, who lie despis'd in dust. 
 Salvation shall adorn. 
 
 4 Saints should be joyful in their king 
 Ev'n on a dying bed. 
 
 And, like the souls in glory, sing, 
 For God shall raise the dead. 
 
PSALM 149. Soo 
 
 5 WTien Christ his judgment seat ascends, 
 And bids the world appear. 
 
 Thrones are prepar'd for all his friends, 
 Who humbly lov'd Him here, watts. 
 
 Second Versiox. — C. P. M. Peru. Raptm^e. 
 The Blessedness of Believers. 
 
 1 CHILDREN of Zion! praise the Lord, 
 For ye have felt his sa^-ing word, 
 
 His Spirit's wondrous might ; 
 f Then raise a new and joyful song, 
 Which endless ages shall prolong, 
 To Jesus, thron'd in light! 
 
 2 Ye saints, be joyful in your King! 
 His name in strains harmonious sing, 
 
 With harp and organ's sound ! 
 
 — His pow'r has reach'd you from above, 
 mp And ye have known redeeming love, 
 
 And mercy without bound I 
 
 — 3 In you the Lord doth take delight, 
 
 And ye are beauteous in his sight. 
 
 In meekness all arrayed ; 
 Your Master's seal is on your soul ; 
 Ye've learn'd your passions to control, 
 
 As He for murd'rers prayed! 
 
 4 E'en on your dying bed, ye saints, 
 Ye shall, instead of sad complaints. 
 
 In ho!y triumph sing! 
 And, when in dust your frame shall rest, 
 m( In glory ye shall be most blest 
 In presence of your King! 
 
 mp 5 But ah! the scorning sinner's doom, 
 When, bursting from his dreary tomb, 
 
 He wakes to sleep no more ! 
 The judgment written he must bear ; — 
 His soul now sinks in deep despair, 
 
 And woes forevermore ! 
 
 6 O sinner, take the warning given 
 
 By Him, who came in love from jieaven, 
 In love ineffable ; 
 
356 PSALM 149, 150. 
 
 But who will come again in might, 
 To drive the wicked from his sight, 
 
 When saints in heav'n shall dwell ! jlllen. 
 
 Third Version. — 10 <^ 11. Osborne. Lyons, 
 
 Saints praising God. 
 
 f I 10 PRAISE ye the Lord, who dwelleth on high. 
 And yet to his saints forever is nigh ! 
 Let Zion be joyful in Jesus, her King, 
 And ceaseless his glories ineffable sing! 
 
 2 Lift up, O ye saints, and all ye blest throng, 
 With timbrel and harp your voice in the song, 
 For well of His love may ye gratefully speak. 
 Who with his salvation adorneth the meek. 
 
 3 Ye saints, ye should sing, as low in the earth 
 Ye enter the grave, — true place of your birth, — 
 From whence with new pow'rs and new raptures ye'll 
 
 rise, 
 And wing your swift flight up to God in the skies! 
 
 4 But, while ye are blest, alas for your foes. 
 And all, who the cause of Jesus oppose! 
 
 p For, rising to judgment, they'll hear with dimay 
 len The sentence, that drives them from glory away ! 
 
 ALL.EN. 
 
 150. First Ver. — L. M. Mendon. Ellenthorpe. 
 
 Praise to God, 
 
 f H 1 PRAISE ye the Lord! let praise employ, 
 In his own courts, your songs of joy ; 
 The spacious firmament around 
 Shall echo back the joyful sound. 
 
 2 Awake the trumpet's piercing voice. 
 Let organ loud express our joys ; 
 p While softer music tunes the lute. 
 
 The warbjing harp, the breathing flute, 
 
 f 3 Let the loud cymbal sound on high ; 
 
 <c To softer deeper notes reply : 
 
 Harmonious let the concert rise. 
 And bear the rapture to the skies! 
 
PSALM 150. 357 
 
 mf 4 Let all, whom life and breath inspire. 
 Attend and join the blissful choir: 
 But chiefly ye, who know his word. 
 Adore, and love, and praise the Lord ! Steele. 
 
 SecoiVd Version. — L. M. Mendon, Ellenthorpe. 
 A Song of Praise to God, 
 
 1 PRAISE ye the Lord of grace and might ; 
 Praise Him, whose glory shines forth bright! 
 Praise Him, who made the worlds on high, 
 And form'd the earth beneath the sky! 
 
 2 Praise Him for all his wondrous deeds, 
 For mercy, which all thought exceeds, 
 For mighty acts of saving love, 
 Display'd by Jesus from above! 
 
 3 His praise let trumpet echo round. 
 With harp and organ's solemn sound ; 
 Let Zion's sons exult and sing. 
 
 Rejoicing in their God and King! allen. 
 
 Third Version. — C. M. St. Ann^s, Marlow. 
 Praise to God. 
 II 1 IN God's own house pronounce his praise. 
 For there his grace outgleams ; 
 To heav'n your joy and wonder raise. 
 For there his glory beams. 
 
 2 Let all your sacred passions move. 
 While you rehearse his deeds ; 
 But the great work of saving love 
 Your highest praise exceeds. 
 
 3 All, that have motion, life, and breath. 
 Proclaim your Maker blest ; 
 
 J Yet, when my voice expires in death, 
 
 My soul shall praise Him best ! watts. 
 
 I Fourth Version. — 6 & 4. Dort. Italian Hymn. 
 
 I Universal Praise. 
 
 ' 1 O, COME, and praise the Lord! 
 
 f Come, praise Him for his w^ord, — 
 
 I His word of light ! 
 
 i 
 
868 PSALM 150. 
 
 His ^lory shines above ; 
 His faithfulness men prove ; 
 O, praise Him for his love 
 With pure delight ! 
 
 2 For all his mif^hty deeds, 
 
 And grace, which thought exceeds, 
 
 Praise ye his name ! 
 For us He sent his Son 
 From his high, heav'nly throne, 
 To die our sins t' atone, 
 
 And bear our shame ! 
 
 3 0, let the trumpet sound, 
 
 And harp-strings quick rebound 
 
 In his glad praise ; 
 Let organ pour its tide 
 Of praise to Him, who died, 
 And turn'd God's wrath aside. 
 
 His anger's blaze ! 
 
 4 O, praise Him with your voice, 
 And in his love rejoice, — 
 
 His saving power! 
 f Let ev'ry living thing 
 
 Extol the heav'nly King, 
 < And let his praises ring 
 If Forevermore ! alleic. 
 
 Fifth Version. — 7s. ^Vilmot. Wilson. 
 
 »i 1 PRAISE the Lord, ye holy throng! 
 Praise Him in a flood of song: 
 Praise Him in his house below, 
 Praise Him, where blest spirits bow! 
 
 ft Praise Him for his acts of might. 
 For his glories infinite ; 
 p Praise Him for his deeds of love. 
 Wrought by Jesus from above I 
 
 — 3 Praise Him through the world around ; 
 mf Praise Him with the trumpet's sound, 
 f < Praise with organ's loudest swell, 
 Praise with voice of mightier spell ! 
 
PSALM 150. 359 
 
 — 4 AII3 that breathe the vital air, 
 Wondrous works of God declare ! 
 
 mf < Saints! ye ransom'd, holy throngs 
 
 fF Praise Him in a flood of song! allen* 
 
 Sixth Version. — 7s. Wilmot, Wilson, 
 Universal Praise to God, 
 fit 1 PRAISE the Lord, ye Saints below! 
 Angels too, in heav'n which glow! 
 Praise Him for his mighty deeds, 
 mp And his love, which thought exceeds ! 
 
 fi f 2 Praise Him, throned in glorious light ! 
 
 Praise Him, God of matchless might!— 
 pp Let the harp's sweet strings rejoice, 
 f And loud trumpet join its noise ! 
 
 — 3 In his praise let timbrels ring ;— 
 p Let the flute its softness bring, 
 f While the organ's awful sound 
 ff< In his praise doth shake the ground! 
 
 — 4 Praise Him on the cymbals sharp ; 
 pp Praise with voice, more sweet than hafp ! 
 mf O, let ev'ry breathing thing 
 f Praise to God, Jehovah, sing ! Allen. 
 
 Seventh Version.— 1 15, Tappan. Portuguese H. 
 
 i mf 1 O, PRAISE ye the Lord, in his temple of love, 
 
 1 And when ye do gaze on his glories above ; 
 
 i O, praise Him for works, which are wondrous in 
 
 ( power, 
 
 j > And, while ye extol Himj bow down and adore ! 
 
 ! f 2 O, praise Him with trumpet^s hoarse terrors of 
 sound. 
 His praise let the psalt'ry and harp too rebound, 
 With timbrel, and cymbal,and deep organ's roar;— » 
 All ye, who have breath, praise the Lord, and 
 adore ! allen* 
 
HYMNS 
 
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HYMNS 
 
 OF GOD AND HIS WORKS. 
 
 !• L, M, St, Paul's. Treuton. 
 
 God the almigMy Creator. 
 aff 1 ALLf-glorious GodI thy boundless power 
 And wondrous goodness we adore! 
 Thou dwelkst in eternal light, 
 O'er-dazzling to created sight] 
 
 2 Yet. Lord, the countless worlds, which shine. 
 Display thy majesty divine: 
 
 At thy coniniand, Thou most high. 
 They filPd the arch of yon blue sky. 
 
 3 ^yhen Thou didst say, ''Let there be light," 
 < Then glory burst out on the sight: — 
 
 — By Thee were earth's foundations laid, 
 And earth in l>eauty was arrayed. 
 
 4 But all, which beams out on the eye. 
 From earth beneath and yonder sky, 
 Are faint reflections of thy power 
 
 And of thy love, which we adore ! xllen. 
 
 •^^ L- M. Arnheim. Winclielsea. 
 
 The Creation of the World. 
 1 GOD spake, and from chaotic night 
 At once sprung forth the cheering light, 
 The earth in lieauty was arrayed, 
 All things his wondrous pow'r displayed. 
 
S64 HYMN 3. [op god and 
 
 2 Teeming with life, air, earth, and sea 
 Obey th' Almighty's high decree ; 
 To ev'ry tribe He gives their food, 
 Then speaks the whole divinely good. 
 
 8 But, to complete the wondrous plan, 
 From earth and dust He fashions man ; 
 inf In man, the last, — in man, the best. 
 The Maker's image stands confest. 
 
 •— 4 Lord, while thy glorious works I view, 
 Form Thou my heart and soul anew ; 
 Here bid thy purest light to shine. 
 And beauty glow with charms divine. 
 
 NEEDHAM. 
 
 ^- CM. Nottingham. Newton. 
 
 The Creation. 
 
 1 THE God of nature and of grace 
 In all his works appears ; 
 His goodness through the earth we trace, 
 His grandeur in the spheres. 
 
 2 Behold this fair and fertile globe, 
 By Him in wisdom planned ; 
 'T was He, who girded, like a robe. 
 The ocean round the land. 
 
 3 In ev'ry stream his bounty flows, 
 Diffusing joy and wealth ; 
 In ev'ry breeze his Spirit blows, — 
 The breath of life and health. 
 
 4 His blessings fall in plenteous showers 
 Upon the face of earth. 
 That teems with foliage, fruit, and flowers, 
 And rings with infant mirth, ^ 
 
 5 If God hath made this world so fair, 
 Where sin and death abound ; 
 
 mf How beautiful beyond compare 
 
 Will paradise be found ! Montgomery. 
 
 : 
 
HIS WORKS.] HYMN 5. 365 
 
 4, 6 & 4. Svvanton. Italian Hymn. 
 
 God the Creator. 
 
 1 GREAT God, enthron'd above. 
 The God of might and love. 
 
 We Thee adore ! 
 The countless worlds, which shine, 
 Are workmanship of thine. 
 And show thy skill divine, 
 
 And wondrous power ! 
 
 2 Each wand'ring, blazing star, 
 From depths of space afar. 
 
 Which brings dismay , 
 The glorious sun most bright, 
 The moon with milder light, 
 And planets in their flight 
 
 Thy law obey. 
 
 3 The ocean wdde, serene, 
 The earth array 'd in green. 
 
 Each flow'r, that blows 3 
 The mountain, tow'ring high, 
 mp The brook, soft purling by^ 
 p The breezes, as they sigh^ 
 — Thy hand disclose^ 
 
 4 A greater work is thine,— 
 Form'd by thy pow'r divine, — 
 
 mf Man's deathless mind ! 
 
 aff O may th' immortal soul 
 
 Yield to thy law's control. 
 
 Then ages, as they roll, 
 
 Man bLest shall find! allen. 
 
 ^» L. M. Appleton. Bowen. 
 
 The Voice of JK^ature. 
 1 NO eagle on his pinions strong. 
 Nor warbling nightingale in wood. 
 Nor scaly fish,— nor insect throng. 
 Nor flow'r with tint of sky or blood, 
 
 5 No shaggy beast in forest wide. 
 No crystal in its rocky bed. 
 
 No rippling brook, — nor stream of pride. 
 No cloud, nor star in silence led, 
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366 HYMN 6. [of god and 
 
 aflf 3 Father of All ! but speaks of Thee, 
 
 Of goodness, skill, and pow'r divine! — 
 
 Let me discern thy majesty 
 
 In all these wondrous works of thine! allen. 
 
 6, 7s. Prentiss. Broad Slreet. 
 
 All J^ature speaking of God, 
 Aff 1 NEVER doth the sun arise. 
 Moon or star adorn the skies, 
 Without speaking, Lord, of Thee, — 
 Of thy glorious majesty! 
 
 2 Never doth the light outbeam. 
 Never murmurs flowing stream, 
 But it speaks, O Lord, of Thee, 
 Of thy kind benignity ! 
 
 S Not a beauteous flow'r doth blow, 
 Not a blade of grass doth grow. 
 But doth speak, O Lord, of Thee, 
 Of thy wondrous bounty free. 
 
 4 Not a bird outspreads his wing. 
 Nor on tree doth sweetly sing, 
 Without speaking, Lord, of Thee, — 
 Source of nature's melody ! 
 
 5 Give me, Lord, an ear to hear 
 Notes all ringing loud and clear, 
 Which do plainly speak of Thee, — 
 
 God of love and majesty ! allen. 
 
 7 • 7s. Grant. BroiwJ Street, 
 
 God seen in JSTature, 
 
 1 NOT a freckle, or a stain. 
 Not a streak or lovely hue 
 In the wild-flow'r of the plain. 
 As it opens to our view j — 
 
 2 Not a tinge on ocean-shell. 
 Tinge of blue, or red, or gold, 
 But it shows thy pencil well, 
 And thy skill. Lord, doth unfold. 
 
 S Lo, the water-lily white. 
 
 Spread out on the liquid ground 
 
HIS WORKS.] HYMN 9. 367 
 
 To the purity of light, 
 
 And its fragrance floating round f 
 
 4 Sure it speaks of other scene, — 
 mp Purest region high above, — 
 p Where in stainless white are seen 
 
 All, who breathe around them love ! allen. 
 
 8. CM. Heath. Arundel. 
 Creation and Redemption. 
 
 1 THY hand, O Lord, hath spread the sky, 
 Most glorious to behold, 
 
 Ting'd with the blue of heav'nly dye. 
 And starr'd with sparkling gold. 
 
 2 Thy glories blaze all nature round. 
 And strike the gazing sight 
 
 Through skies, and seas, and solid ground. 
 With terror and delight. 
 
 mp 3 But, Lord, the wonders of thy grace 
 
 Beam on us from above ; 
 
 Mercy divine in Jesus' face 
 mf We see, adore, and love ! watts. 
 
 9. (ii.67.) CM. Colchester. St. Ann's. 
 
 God's eternal Dominion. 
 < 1 GREAT God! how glorious art Thou! 
 > What worthless worms are we ? 
 — Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
 And pay their praise to Thee ! 
 
 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, 
 Ere starry skies were spread ; 
 Thou art the ever-living God, 
 Were all the nations dead. 
 
 3 Created things all naked lie 
 To thine immense survey. 
 From the uprearing of the sky 
 
 To the great burning day. ^ 
 
 4 Eternity, with all its years, 
 Stands present in thy view ; 
 
 To Thee, Lord, nothing old appears, 
 To Thee there's nothing new! 
 
368 HYMN 10. [of god and 
 
 -< 5 Great God ! how glorious art Thou ? 
 > What worthless worms are we ? 
 — Let men and angels lowly bow, 
 
 And pay their praise to Thee ! watt^. 
 
 10. (ii 168.) L. M. Trenton. St. Paul's. ' ' 
 
 God^s Perfections. 
 
 1 JEHOVAH reigns ; his throne is high, 
 His robes are light and majesty ; 
 
 His glory shines with beams so bright, 
 No mortal can sustain the sight. 
 
 2 His terrors keep the world in awe ; 
 His justice guards his holy law ; 
 His love reveals a smiling face, 
 
 His truth and promise seal the grace. 
 
 3 Through all his works his wisdom shines, 
 And baffles Satan's deep designs ; 
 
 His pow'r is sov'reign to fulfil 
 The noblest counsels of his will. 
 
 mp 4 And will this glorious Lord descend 
 
 To be my Father and my Friend.'* 
 mf Then let my songs with angels join ; 
 
 Heav'n is secure, if God be mine! 
 
 H» L. M. Hebron. Medway. 
 
 ' Glory of God. Isa. 6. 
 
 1 I SAW a throne uplifted high, 
 The throne of God in yonder sky ; 
 I saw his train of spirits bright, 
 Dwelling in heav'n's eternal light. 
 
 2 The Seraphim, a glorious band, 
 Before the throne in order stand. 
 Each spreads his wings for ready flight. 
 Or mantles his o'er-dazzled sight. 
 
 3 All-filPd with wonder and with love, 
 With joys, which thrill the blest above, 
 They praise the God, they dare not see, — 
 The God of brightest majesty ! 
 
 4 And, while they sing with loud acclaim, 
 'T is thus they shout Jehovah's name, — 
 
 ATTsl 
 
 4 
 
 I 
 
HIS WORKS.] HYMN 13. 369 
 
 f "O, holy,— holy,— holy God!— 
 
 Thy glory spreads through worlds abroad !" 
 
 ALLEN. 
 12. S. M, Moorfield. Clapton, 
 
 God's Greatness. Isa. 40. 
 
 1 WHO in his hollow hand 
 Hath measur'd ocean wide.^ 
 
 And weigh'd the mountains, tho' they stand 
 Up-tow'ring in their pride? 
 
 2 Who meted out the heaven. 
 And mark'd each planet's road? 
 
 Who to each star his place hath given? — 
 'T was Thou, almighty God! 
 
 3 As but a bucket's drop 
 With Thee the nations be ; 
 The ocean isles Thou takest up. 
 As little things with Thee. 
 
 4 We lift to heav'n our eye, 
 Thy glory we behold. 
 
 For all the hosts of yonder sky 
 Thy majesty unfold. 
 
 5 Lord ! may we fear thy might, 
 mp And dread thy righteous power, 
 
 — That we may dwell in thy blest sight, 
 
 mf And praise Thee evermore ! allen. 
 
 1<^. L. M. Appleton. Ellenihorpe. 
 
 God's Glory and Omnipresence. 
 
 1 THY Light ten thousand suns outvies. 
 Too radiant. Lord, for seraph's eyes! 
 Thou present art in this low sphere ; 
 Where'er we fly. Thou still art near ; 
 
 2 Present, when sinners dare thy stroke, 
 Present, when saints thine aid^ invoke ; 
 Thou, in its caverns, dost survey 
 Pollution with unstained ray. 
 
 3 Benign, — severe. Thou present art 
 In every saint's and sinner's heart. 
 Who, from thy presence, feel within 
 The just reward, and doom of sin. 
 
370 HYMN 14. [of god ane 
 
 Aff 4 Lord ! make me pure, as Thou art pure, 
 
 From tempting world my soul secure ; ■ 
 
 Thine image stamp ; to copy Thee, a| 
 
 Let this my chief ambition be ! ketT. ' 
 
 14. (ii. 166.) C. M, St. Ann's. London. 
 
 27ie Divine Perfections. 
 
 1 HOW shall we praise th' eternal God, 
 That Infinite unknown.'* 
 
 Who can ascend his high abode, 
 Or venture near his throne I 
 
 2 Those watchful eyes, that never sleep, 
 Survey the world around ; 
 His wisdom is a boundless deep. 
 Where all our thoughts are drowned. 
 
 mf 3 Justice upon a dreadful throne 
 
 Maintains the rights of God, 
 mp While mercy sends her pardons down, 
 
 Bought with a Savior's blood. 
 
 — 4 Now to our souls, immortal King, 
 
 Speak some forgiving word ; 
 mf Then 't will be double joy to sing 
 
 The glories of our Lord! watts. 
 
 15. (i. 82.) L. M. Enon. Tremont Str. 
 God'^s Greatness ; Man^s Vanity. 
 
 mp 1 SHALL the vile race of flesh and blood 
 Contend with their Creator, God? 
 Shall mortal worms presume to be 
 More holy, wise, or just, than He? 
 
 — 2 Behold, He puts his trust in none 
 
 Of all the spirits round his throne: 
 But how much meaner things are they. 
 Who spring from dust, and dwell in clay ? 
 
 mp 3 From night to day, — from day to night 
 >• We die by thousands in thy sight ; 
 mp Touch'd by the finger of thy wrath, 
 > We faint and vanish, like the moth. 
 
 mp 4 Almighty Pow'r! to Thee we bow ; 
 >< How frail are we? — how glorious Thou? 
 
^is WORKS.] HYMN 17. 371 
 
 — No more let sinners dare rebel, 
 
 > But dread the pow'r, which casts to hell ! 
 
 WATTS* 
 
 16. (ii. 169.) H. M. Stow. Haddam. 
 
 God^s Perfections. 
 
 1 JEHOVAH reigns as King, 
 His throne is built on high 5 
 The robes, his covering. 
 Are light and majesty: 
 
 His glories shine with beams so bright, 
 No mortal eye can bear the sight. 
 
 2 The thunders of his hand 
 Keep the wide world in awe ; 
 His wrath and justice stand 
 To guard his holy law ; 
 
 And where his love resolves to bless, 
 His truth confirms and seals the grace. 
 
 3 Through all his works of old 
 Surprising wisdom shines ; 
 Hell's pow'rs by Him controlled. 
 He breaks their dark designs : 
 
 Strong is his arm, and shall fulfil 
 His great decrees, his sovereign will. 
 
 aflf 4 And can this mighty King 
 To me, a worm, descend. 
 And may I say, and sing, 
 ^^My Father and my Friend?" 
 I love thy name, I love thy word ; 
 Join all my pow'rs, and praise the Lord. 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 17. (ii. 170.) L.M. Hebron. Medway. 
 God incomprehensible and sovereign. 
 
 1 CAN creatures to perfection find 
 Th' eternal, uncreated mind? 
 God is a king of pow'r unknown. 
 Firm are the orders of his throne. 
 
 2 He gave the vaulted heav'n its form. 
 The crooked serpent and the worm : 
 He breaks the billows with his breath, 
 And smites the sons of pride to death. 
 
372 HYMN 18. [or god and 
 
 3 He wounds the heart, and He makes whole ; 
 p >• He calms the tempests of the soul ; 
 When He shuts up in long despair, 
 Who can the gloom and mis'ry bear? 
 
 — 4 He frowns, and darkness veils the moon 
 The fainting sun grows dim at noon ; 
 The pillars of heav'ns starry roof 
 Tremble and start at his reproof. 
 
 5 These are a portion of his ways, 
 But these of God are weak displays: 
 Who can endure his light? or stand 
 To hear the thunders of his hand? 
 
 18. 
 
 7s. Bates. German Hymn. 
 
 God^s incomprehensible Majesty. Job 40. 
 
 1 GOD from out the whirlwind said, — 
 ''Gird thy loins, lift up thy head: 
 Where, O mortal, say, wast thou, 
 When the earth I founded low? 
 
 2 "When I laid its measure broad, 
 And outstretch'd my line and cord? 
 When I plac'd its corner-stone. 
 And the wondrous work was done? 
 
 3 ''When the morning stars did sing, 
 And my sons, all wondering, 
 Made their joyful shouts arise, 
 Echoing through the blazing skies? 
 
 4 "When the sea my hand confined. 
 And in swaddling-cloud did bind, 
 And did set a bar and door^ 
 That it overflow no more? 
 
 5 "Where wast thou, when I in might 
 Poured out the floods of light? 
 Tell me, where the light doth dwell ! 
 Where the darkness hath her cell ! 
 
 6 "Where I keep my treasur'd snow. 
 And the hail, which smites down low? 
 Where I keep my lightnings fierce, 
 Which the wicked quickly pierce?'' — 
 
HIS WORKS.] HYMN 20. 373 
 
 mp 7 Lord, we humbly bend to Thee, 
 
 -< Glorious in thy majesty ! 
 
 mp While we dread thy mighty power, 
 
 <: Shine in love forevermore ! allen. 
 
 19. S. M. Bender. Watchman 
 
 God unchangeable in Glory. Job 35. 
 
 1 BEHOLD the heav'ns and see. 
 Behold yon worlds of light ! 
 
 Then think of God's great majesty, 
 And his resistless might ! 
 
 2 If thou his law dost break, 
 And his blest name revile ; 
 
 Before thee will th'Almighty quake ? 
 Canst thou his glory soil ? 
 
 3 Or, if his law thou keep. 
 And walkest in his way. 
 
 Dost thou give depth to ocean deep, 
 Or light to blazing day? 
 
 4 'Tis man thy crimes distress, 
 Thyself thy guilt destroys : 
 
 Thy goodness may thy brother bless, 
 And give to man new joys ! 
 
 5 With God, most just, most right, 
 Avenging pow'r doth dwell; 
 Then tremble at his awful might, 
 
 And flee th' abyss of hell ! allek. 
 
 C. M. Colchester. St. Ann's. 
 
 God^s Majesty. 
 
 1 THE Lord, our God, is Lord of all. 
 His station who can find ? 
 I hear Him in the waterfall ! 
 I hear Him in the wind ! 
 
 2 If in the gloom of nig-ht I shroud, 
 His face I cannot fly ; 
 I see Him in the evening cloud. 
 And in the morning sky. 
 
 3 He lives, He reigns in ev'ry land, 
 From winter's polar snows 
 
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 20. 
 
374 HYMN 21. [op god and 
 
 To where across the burning sand 
 The blasting meteor glows. 
 
 4 He smiles, we live ; He frowns, we die: 
 We hanj? upon his word: — 
 He lifts His red right arm on high, 
 And ruin bares the sword. 
 
 5 He bids his blasts the fields deform ; 
 Then, when his thunders cease, 
 Sits like an angel 'mid the storm, 
 And smiles the winds to peace ! white. 
 
 ^■■- S. M. Shawmut. Mornlngton. 
 
 God^s Majesty; Man^s Weakness* Job. 40. 
 mf 1 HAST thou an arm like God? 
 Or canst thou lift thy voice 
 In thunders, — which He sends abroad 
 With terrifying noise? 
 
 — 2 Come, deck thyself in pride, 
 
 And stand in bright array ; 
 
 With pow'r and beauty at thy side. 
 
 Thy majesty display ! 
 
 mf 3 Come, cast abroad thy wrath. 
 
 And humble all the proud ; 
 
 Let vengeance all the guilty scath, 
 <: And speak to earth aloud ! — 
 
 — 4 Then deem not, man of clay, 
 
 Thine arm an arm of dread. 
 Nor think, thy hand can turn away 
 mp Perdition from thy head ! allen. 
 
 L.M. Bernard. Winchester. 
 
 The Power of God. 
 BEHOLD yon waterfall, and say. 
 While ear is stunn'd with torrent's roar. 
 And up-pil'd rocks shake with dismay, — 
 Can God no flood of vengeance pour? 
 
 Can He not shake the sternest soul.'' — 
 The mightiest He can onward bear 
 By force, beyond all earth's control. 
 And plunge in deep and dark despair. 
 
 22. 
 
HIS WORKS.] HYMN 24. 375 
 
 mf 3 But lo ! the bow of promise gleams 
 O'er all the wild abyss beneath ! 
 'T is thus the gospel bright outbeams 
 O'er wrath and curse denouncing death ! allen. 
 
 J23. (ii. 22.) L. M. Winchester. Hebron. 
 
 God^s fearful Justice* 
 
 1 O, DREADFUL God, enthron'd on high, 
 
 How awful is thy thundering hand? 
 
 Thy fiery bolts, how fierce they fly ? 
 
 Nor can all earth or hell withstand. 
 
 5 This the old rebel angels knew. 
 And Satan fell beneath thy frown : 
 Thine arrows struck the traitor through, 
 And weighty vengeance sunk him down. 
 
 3 Sodom too felt the fire of hell, 
 And still endures the penal wrath: 
 With endless burnings who can dwell, 
 Or meet Thee in thy vengeful path? 
 
 4 Tremble , ye sinners, and submit ; 
 Throw down your arms before his throne : 
 Bend your heads low beneath his feet, 
 
 Or his strong hand shall crush you do^vn ! 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 24i. 6&4. Oakham. Italian H. 
 
 God^s Anger to he dreaded. Nah. 1, 
 
 1 TO anger God is sIoav ; 
 Yet shall the wicked know 
 
 His venging power ; 
 In whirlwind and in storm. 
 When clouds the skies deform, 
 And lightnings burst in harm. 
 
 We God adore ! 
 
 2 The rock-built mountains quake, 
 The earth's foundations shake 
 
 Before his might : 
 mp Ah ! who his wrath can bide, 
 When, like a fiery tide. 
 His fury rages wide, 
 
 And spreads affright ? 
 
376 
 
 HYMN 25. 
 
 [OF GOD AND 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 — 3 Yet God is good on high. 
 And He is ever nigh 
 
 To men in wo ; 
 A strong-hold in the day, — 
 When sorrows bring dismay, — 
 To all who love his sway: 
 
 Them He doth know. 
 
 ^O^ S. M. Bladenhurg. Morninglon. 
 
 God to be feared. Isa. 61. 
 
 1 FEAR not, Jehovah cries, 
 The scoffs of sinful men, 
 Revilings of a man, that dies, 
 And sinks to dust again. 
 
 2 As on the fretted cloth 
 The worm supplies his need, 
 As wool is eaten by the moth, — 
 On man the worm shall feed. 
 
 3 But my firm truth is sure, 
 And fix'd as heav'n's own sphere ; 
 And my salvation shall endure 
 From age to age, fore'cr! 
 
 4 Why shouldst thou be afraid 
 Of man, that soon must die, 
 Forgetting God, who Thee hath made. 
 And stretch'd out yonder sky? allen. 
 
 L. M. Rothwell. Elleuthorpe. 
 
 Wisdom and Knowledge of God, 
 
 1 AWAKE, my tongue ;— thy tribute bring 
 To Him, who gave thee pow'r to sing ; 
 Praise Him, who is all praise above. 
 The source of wisdom and of love. 
 
 2 How vast his knowledge? — how profound? — 
 A depth, where all our thoughts are drowned ! 
 The stars He numbers, — and their names 
 He gives to all those heav'nly flames. 
 
 3 Through each bright world above, behold, 
 Ten thousand thousand charms unfold ! 
 Earth, air, and mighty seas combine 
 To speak his wisdom all divine. 
 
 26. 
 
HIS WORKS.] HYMN 28. 377 
 
 4 But in redemption, what grace? 
 Its wonders, O what thought can trace .'' 
 Here wisdom shines forever bright : — 
 Praise Him, my soul, with sweet delight. 
 
 NEEDHAM, 
 
 27, (i. 117.) L. M. Hebron. Nazareth. 
 
 Election sovereign and free. 
 
 1 MAY not the Sov'reign Lord on high 
 Dispense his favors, as He will? 
 Choose some to life, while others die. 
 And yet be just and gracious still? 
 
 2 Shall man reply against the Lord, 
 And call his Maker's ways unjust. 
 The thunder of whose dreadful word 
 Can crush a thousand worlds to dust? 
 
 3 But, O my soul, if truth so bright 
 Should dazzle and confound thy sight ; 
 Still thou his written will obey. 
 
 And wait the great, decisive day. 
 
 4 Then He shall make his justice kno^vn ; 
 And the whole world before his throne 
 With joy or terror shall confess 
 
 The glory of his righteousness! watts. 
 
 ^y» S. M. Pentonville. Paddington. 
 
 God''s Decrees, and Election. 
 
 1 DESIGN, throughout the world. 
 In all God's works, is found ; 
 
 By law are yonder planets whirled 
 In their wide orbits round. 
 
 2 And not a blade doth spring 
 On earthly clod below. 
 
 But God, the glorious heav'nly King, 
 Hath made that blade to grow. 
 
 3 Each drop in ocean's store, 
 Each pebble too He weighed. 
 Each sand upon the sea-beat shore, 
 When earth by Him was made. 
 
 32* 
 
378 HYMN 29. [of ood and 
 
 4 And hath He no design 
 Beyond dead nature's bound? 
 Doth He not stretch his meas'ring line 
 The human race around? 
 
 5 Sends He not mercy's voice 
 To whom He wills to bless, — 
 Still leaving others to their choice, 
 In perfect righteousness? 
 
 6 With rev'rence do we bow, 
 And all thy ways approve; 
 Lord ! let us thy salvation know. 
 Thy rich, electing love ! allen. 
 
 29. 
 
 L. M. Hebron. Nazareth 
 
 God^s electing Love. Eph. 1. 
 Aff 1 THE God and Father of our Lord 
 We praise for his redeeming word: 
 O, blessed be his holy name ! 
 Let ev'ry soul his grace proclaim ! 
 
 2 For richest blessings from above 
 The Lord, in his electing love. 
 Hath shed upon our guilty souls, — 
 His Spirit's pow'r, which sin controls ; 
 
 3 According as in Christ He chose 
 To save us from our sins and woes ; 
 And chose us, ere the worlds of light 
 Had pour'd their radiance on the sight ; 
 
 4 Design'd us his adopted sons, 
 
 Prepar'd for us bright, heav'nly crowns, — 
 In sov'reignty of his o\vn will, — 
 That his might be the glory still ! 
 
 mf 5 O, blessed God! O, source of good! 
 Our hearts, in gratefulness of mood. 
 Will praise Thee, when the worlds of light 
 Shall sink in chaos and in night! allen. 
 
 I 
 
 30. 
 
 6 & 4. Italian H. Dort, 
 
 God^s electing Love. Eph. 1. 
 mf 1 WE praise for his good word 
 The Father of our Lord, 
 Enthron'd above ; 
 
HIS WORKS.] HYMN 31. 379 
 
 We bless his holy name. 
 And with our glad acclaim 
 Electing grace proclaim, — 
 Eternal love ! 
 
 — 2 Before this earthly hall 
 
 Had heard his mighty call. 
 
 Or mountains rose ; 
 Before the sun pour'd light, 
 Before the stars of night 
 Had glitter'd on the sight. 
 
 Our souls He chose: 
 
 3 He chose, — though deeply vile, — 
 In love to reconcile 
 
 Through Christ, his Son ; 
 To cleanse the fount within, 
 To bring us from our sin, 
 That w^e might glory win, — 
 A heav'nly crown ! 
 
 TOP 4 And now we taste his love, 
 His mercy from above. 
 
 Through Christ, the Lamb ! — 
 mf Thy name be ever blest ! 
 
 To Thee be praise address'd 
 In songs, that never rest. 
 
 Thou great ^'I am!" allen. 
 
 31. 4&6. Woodstock. Arlington. 
 
 Gods^s electing Love, 
 
 Aff 1 OUR God above. 
 The God of love! 
 Thee we extol and bless ; 
 Our heav'nly King, 
 We'll ceaseless sing 
 Thy grace and righteousness ! 
 
 2 When all within 
 Was dead in sin. 
 We felt thy quick'ning power ; 
 Thy Spirit's might. 
 Thy heav'nly light 
 We praise, while we adore. 
 
380 HYMN 32. [of god and 
 
 3 Thy sov'reignty 
 O, Lord, we see 
 In this, which Thou hast done ; 
 For Thou didst choose 
 Our bands to loose ; — 
 Our hearts thy grace hath won. 
 
 f 4 Then, Lord, our songs 
 With heav'nly throngs 
 Forever shall arise ; 
 And we will sing, 
 O heav'nly King, 
 Thy mercy in the skies ! alleh. 
 
 3^- C, M. Medfield, London. 
 
 God condescending to the Humble. 
 
 mp 1 THOUGH ''Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord I" 
 Seraph to seraph sings. 
 And angel-choirs, with one accord, 
 Worship, with veiling wings ; — 
 
 — 2 Though earth thy footstool, heav'n thy throne, 
 
 Thy way amidst the sea, 
 
 Thy path deep floods, thy steps unknown, 
 
 Thy counsels mystery ; — 
 
 aff 3 Yet wilt Thou look on him, who lies 
 A suppliant at thy feet, 
 And hearken to the feeblest cries, 
 That reach the mercy-seat. 
 
 — 4 Between the Cherubim of old 
 
 The glory was expressed ; 
 
 But God, through Christ, we now behold 
 
 In flesh made manifest. 
 
 aff 5 Through Him, who all our sickness felt, 
 Who all our sorrows bare. 
 Through Him in whom thy fulness dwelt, 
 We offer up our prayer ! Montgomery^ 
 
 Oti* (i. 51.) S. M» Stoningion, Dover. 
 
 Praise for everlasting Mercy. 
 Aff 1 TO God, the only wise. 
 Our Savior and our King, 
 
HIS WORKS,] HYMN 34. 381 
 
 Let all the saints below the skies 
 Their humble praises bring. 
 
 2 'Tis his almighty love. 
 His counsel and his care, 
 That guide us to his throne above, 
 Secure from ev'ry snare. 
 
 8 He will present our souls, 
 Unblemish'd and complete, 
 In heav'n, where He his face unfolds. 
 With joys divinely sweet. 
 
 mf 4 Then all the chosen race 
 
 Shall meet around the throne. 
 Shall bless the conduct of his grace, 
 And make his wonders known. 
 
 5 To God, enthron'd on high. 
 Wisdom with pow'r belongs, 
 f Immortal crowns of majesty, 
 
 And everlasting songs ! watts, 
 
 34. (ii. 60,) L, M. TalllsE. H. Rockingham. 
 
 God's Truth. 
 
 1 PRAISE, everlasting praise be paid 
 To Him, who, earth's foundations laid ; 
 Praise to the God, whose will must be, — 
 Who sways the world by his decree ! 
 
 2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord, 
 Who rules his people by his word ; 
 And there, as strong as his decrees. 
 He sets his kindest promises. 
 
 3 O, for a strong, a lasting faith. 
 To credit what th' Almighty saith, 
 T' embrace the message of his Son, 
 And call the joys of heav'n our own ! 
 
 4 Then, should the earth's firm pillars shake, 
 And all the wheels of nature break. 
 
 Our steady souls shall fear no more. 
 
 Than solid rocks, when billows roar ! watts. 
 
382 HYMN 35. [op god and 
 
 35. L. M. Arnheim. Old Hundred. t | 
 
 God our Preserver. 
 
 1 BY day, by night, at home, abroad, 
 Still are we guarded by our God ; 
 By his incessant bounty fed, 
 
 By his unerring counsel led. 
 
 2 With grateful hearts the past we own; 
 The future, all to us unknown, 
 
 aff We to thy guardian care conunit. 
 
 And, peaceful, leave before thy feet. 
 
 3 In scenes exalted or depressed. 
 Thou art our joy, and Thou our rest ; 
 Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, 
 Ador'd through all our changing days. 
 
 4 Though death shall interrupt these songs, 
 p And seal in silence mortal tongues, 
 mf Our helper, God, in whom we trust, 
 
 In better worlds our souls shall boast. 
 
 DODDRIDGE. 
 
 '-'t). C. M, Ferry. LondoD. 
 
 God our Preserver and Benefactor, 
 
 Aff 1 LORD, in the day Thou art about 
 The paths, wherein I tread. 
 And in the night, I cannot doubt, 
 Thou art around my bed. 
 
 2 I daily 'scape a thousand shocks, 
 I pass by many a pit, 
 I sail by many dreadful rocks, 
 Where others have been split. 
 
 3 Whilst others in God's prisons be, 
 Bound with affliction's chains, 
 I walk at large, secure, and free 
 From sickness and from pains. 
 
 4 O, let my house a temple be ! 
 mf That I and mine may sing 
 
 Hosannas to thy Majesty, 
 And praise our heav'nly King! 
 
 Montgomery's coll. 
 
HIS WORKS.] HYMN 39. 383 
 
 37, S, M, BoylstoD. Dunbar. 
 
 God all-sufficient* 
 Aff 1 WHEN earthly comforts die. 
 And thorns o'erspread the road, 
 Whither, O ! whither shall I fly. 
 But unto Thee, my God.'^ 
 
 2 When anxious thoughts arise, 
 And sorrows compass round. 
 Amidst ten thousand enemies 
 In Thee my help is found. 
 
 3 Then at thy feet I'll bow. 
 And in thy mercy trust : 
 
 If I am sav'd, how good art Thou? 
 And, if I perish, just! 
 
 4 Perish ! — It cannot be. 
 Since Jesus shed his blood ; 
 
 The promise is both rich and free. 
 
 And He will make it good ! beddome. 
 
 O^* L. M. Illinois. Ellenthorpe. 
 
 God^s Goodness- 
 mf 1 YE sons of men, wuth joy record 
 The various wonders of the Lord ; 
 And let his pow'r and goodness sound 
 Through all your tribes the earth around. 
 
 2 Let the high heav'ns your songs invite. 
 Those spacious fields of brilliant light, 
 Where sun, and moon, and planets roll. 
 And stars, that glow from pole to pole. 
 
 3 But O ! that brighter world above. 
 Where lives and reigns incarnate Love ! — 
 God's only Son, in flesh arrayed. 
 
 For man a bleeding victim made ! doddridge. 
 
 *iy* 7s. Broad Str. Rutland. 
 
 God is Love. 
 
 ^ Aff 1 EARTH, with her ten thousand flowers, 
 Air, with all its beams and showers. 
 Ocean's boundless, blue expanse, 
 Heav'n's resplendent countenance ; 
 
384 HYMN 40. [of god and 
 
 All around, and all above ^ i 
 
 Hath this record,— ''God is love !'^ T ' 
 
 2 Sounds among the vales and hills. 
 In the woods and by the rills, 
 Of the breeze and of the bird, 
 By the gentle summer stirr'd ; 
 All these songs, beneath, above. 
 Have one burden, — "God is love!' 
 
 S All the charities, that start 
 From the fountain of the heart ; 
 All the quiet bliss, that lies 
 In our human sympathies ; 
 These are voices from above, 
 Sweetly whisp'ring, — "God is love !'' pulpit. 
 
 40. (ii.54.) C. M. Amboy. Stevens 
 God^s Presence is Light in Darkness. 
 
 Aff 1 MY God ! of all my joy the spring, 
 The life of my deliglit. 
 Each cheerful day thy praise I sing. 
 And bless Thee ev'ry ni^ht. 
 
 2 In darkest shades, if Thou appear. 
 My dawning is begun ; 
 Thou art my morning s'ar most clear, 
 And Thou my rising sun ! 
 
 S The op'ning heav'ns around me shine 
 With beams of sacred bliss. 
 While Jesus shows, his heart is mine, 
 p And whispers, I am his ! 
 
 mf 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay 
 At that transporting word. 
 Run up with joy the shining way,^ 
 To dwell with Him, my Lord ! watts . 
 
 41. (ii. 94.) C, M. St. Ann's. Colchester, 
 
 God my only Happiness » 
 
 Aff 1 MY God, my portion, and my love, 
 My everlasting All, 
 I've none but Thee in heav'n above, 
 Or on this earthly ball. 
 
 I 
 
His WORKS.] HYMN 43. 385 
 
 2 Were I possessor of the earth. 
 And call'd the stars my own. 
 Of good I still should feel the dearth. 
 Were thy rich grace unknown. 
 
 8 For transient joys let others thirst. 
 And toil for earthly store ; 
 Lord, I will seek thy mercy first, 
 mf And I desire no more ! watts. 
 
 42. (ii. 93.) S. M, St. Thomas. Clapton. 
 
 God All and in all. 
 II 1 MY God, my life, mv love, 
 To Thee, to Thee I call ; 
 I cannot live, if Thou remove. 
 For Thou art All in all. 
 
 2 Thy shining grace can cheer 
 This dungeon, where I dwell ; 
 mf 'T is paradise, when Thou art here ; 
 mp If Thou depart, 'tis hell. 
 
 Aff 3 Thou art the sea of love. 
 
 Where all my pleasures roll. 
 
 The circle, where my passions move. 
 
 And centre of my soul ! watts. 
 
 43. (i»» 41.) L. M, Appleton. EUenthorpe. 
 
 Vision of God. 
 1 UP to the fields, where angels sing, 
 And streams of good forever roll. 
 Gladly I'd mount on eagles' wing ; — 
 But sin hangs heavy on my soul. 
 
 aff 2 My Lord, had I a glance of Thee, 
 
 Kingdoms and thrones would vanish soon \ 
 Vanish, as twilight spectres flee, 
 Or a dim taper dies at noon. 
 
 mf 3 Great All in all, — eternal King ! 
 
 Let me but view thy glorious face. 
 
 And all m}^ pow'rs shall bow and sing 
 
 Thine endless grandeur and thy grace ! watts, 
 
 33 
 
386 HYMN 44. [of the word 
 
 44. 
 
 L. M, Clyde, Uxbridge, 
 
 Trust in God. Isa. 40. 
 
 1 THE Lord, the everlasting God, 
 Who made and spread the earth abroad, 
 Ne'er runs a weary course nor faints, 
 But is the strength of all his saints. 
 
 2 The blooming youths shall fade away. 
 And vig'rous men shall feel decay ; 
 But they, who wait upon the Lord, 
 And trust the promise of his word, 
 
 3 Their wasted strength shall quick regain. 
 And mount on eagles' wings amain^; 
 Unwearied they shall run their race. 
 
 And faintless walk with cheerful pace ! ai>l£n» 
 
 OF THE WORD OF GOD. 
 
 45. (ii.l20.) S. M. Westminster. St, Thomas. 
 
 The Law and Gospel. 
 
 1 THE Lord declares his will, 
 And keeps the world in awe ; 
 Amidst the smoke of Sinai's hill 
 Breaks out his fiery law. 
 
 2 The Lord reveals his face. 
 And, smiling from above. 
 
 Sends down the gospel of his grace. 
 The letters of his love. 
 
 3 These sacred words impart 
 Our Maker's just commands, 
 
 p The pity of his melting heart, 
 — And vengeance of his hands. 
 
 4 We read the heav'nly word. 
 And richest mercy find, 
 Obey the statutes of the Lord, 
 And trust his promise kind. 
 
 5 In vain shall Satan rage 
 Against a book divine, 
 
 mf Where flaming lightnings guard the page, 
 
 mp Where beams of mercy shine ! watts. 
 
OF GOD.] HYMN 48. 387 
 
 46. C. M. Putney. Arlington, 
 The Light and glory of the Word. 
 
 1 THE Spirit breathes upon the word. 
 And brings the truth to sight ; 
 Precepts and promises afford 
 A pure and cheering light. 
 
 mf 3 A glory gilds the sacred page, 
 Majestic like the sun ; 
 It gives a light to ev'ry age. 
 It gives, but borrows none. 
 
 aff 3 Lord ! everlasting thanks be thine 
 For such a bright display, 
 As makes a world of darkness shine 
 With beams of heav'nly day. 
 
 4 My soul rejoices to pursue 
 The steps of Him, I love, 
 mf-< Till glory breaks upon my view 
 
 In brighter worlds above ! cowper, 
 
 47. (ii. 15.) L. M. Wayne. Duke Street, 
 
 Prophecy and Inspiration. 
 1 'TWAS by an order from the Lord, 
 The ancient prophets spoke his word ; 
 His Spirit did their tongues inspire. 
 And warm'd their hearts with heav'nly fire. 
 
 aff 2 Great God, mine eyes wdth pleasure look 
 On the dear volume of thy book 5 
 There my Redeemer's face I see. 
 And read his name, who died for me. 
 
 3 Let the false raptures of the mind 
 Be lost and vanish in the wind: 
 mf Here I can fix my hope secure ; 
 
 This is thy word and must endure ! watts. 
 
 4o. (ii.131.) L. M. Brewer. Timsbury, 
 
 The Christian Religion excellent. 
 aflf 1 LET everlasting glories crown 
 
 Thy head, my Savior, and my Lord ! 
 Thy hands have brought salvation down. 
 And writ the blessings in thy word. 
 
388 HYMN 49. [of the word 
 
 2 In vain the trembling conscience thinks 
 To find firm ground to rest upon ; 
 In deep despair the spirit sinks, 
 Till we apply to Christ alone. 
 
 3 How well thy blessed truths agree .^ 
 How wise and holy thy commands? 
 Thy promises, how firm they be? 
 How fii*m our hope and comfort stands! 
 
 4 Should all the forms, that men devise, 
 Assault my faith with treach'rous art, 
 I'd call them vanity and lies, 
 
 And bind the gospel to my heart. watts^ 
 
 4»y. S. M. Westminster. St. Thomas. 
 
 God^s Word is Li^ht. 
 mf 1 THY word, O Lord, is light, 
 Outbeaming from the sky. 
 Than glorious, shining sun more bright, 
 More gladd'ning to the eye ! 
 
 — 2 On grave's repulsive gloom 
 It pours its radiance clear : — 
 We look beyond the narrow tomb ; 
 
 mf Eternal scenes appear! 
 
 3 Immortal life and good 
 
 To us thy word makes known, — 
 The purest joys' o'erwhelming flood, — 
 Bliss lasting as thy throne ! 
 
 aff 4 O, let thy word's blest light 
 
 Shine on our heav'n-ward way ! — 
 In thy sweet truth may we delight. 
 And thy just laws obey ! allen. 
 
 50 (ii. 152.) C. M. Litchfield. Newton. 
 
 Sinai and Sion. 
 It 1 NOT to the terrors of the Lord, 
 The tempest, fire, and smoke ; 
 Not to the thunder of that word. 
 Which God on Sinai spoke. 
 
 2 But we are come to Zion's hill, 
 The city of our God, 
 
OF GOD.] HYMN 52. 389 
 
 mp Where milder words declare his will, 
 -< And spread his love abroad. 
 — 3 Behold the spirits of the blest, 
 
 When faith is turn'd to sight ; 
 
 In everlasting peace they rest, 
 
 They dwell in heav'nly light ! 
 4 The saints on earth and all the dead 
 
 But one communion make ; 
 mf All join in Christ, their living head. 
 
 And of his grace partake. watts. 
 
 51. (i.lO.) CM. H. "How beauteous." Epaphras. 
 
 Zion and the Gospel. 
 
 1 HOW beauteous are their feet. 
 Who stand on Zion's hill, 
 
 Whose tongues salvation's joys repeat. 
 And words of peace reveal ! 
 
 2 How joyfully they sing? 
 How sweet their tidings are ? 
 
 mf '^Zion ! behold thy Savior King ! 
 He reigns and triumphs here !" 
 
 3 How happy are our ears. 
 That hear this joyful sound, 
 
 Which kings and prophets in past years 
 All sought, but never found ! 
 
 4 How blessed are our eyes, 
 That see this heav'nly light! 
 Prophets and kings would see it rise, 
 But died without the sight ! 
 
 5 The watchmen's voice prolongs 
 The notes, their hearts employ ; 
 
 <c Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 
 
 And deserts learn the joy ! 
 mf 6 The Lord displays his power 
 
 Through all the earth abroad ; 
 f Let every nation now adore 
 
 Their Savior and their God! watts. 
 
 52. (ii.l380 L. M, Arnheira. Old Huadred. 
 
 The Power of the Gospel. 
 1 THIS is the word of truth and love, 
 Sent to the nations from above ; 
 33* 
 
f1 
 
 390 HYMN 53. [worship 
 
 Jehovah here resolves to show 
 What his almighty grace can do. 
 
 2 This remedy did wisdom find 
 To heal diseases of the mind. 
 This sov'reign balm, whose virtues can 
 Restore the ruined creature, — man. 
 
 S The gospel bids the dead revive ; 
 Sinners obey the voice and live ; 
 Dry bones are rais'd, and cloth'd afresh, 
 And hearts of stone are turn'd to flesh. 
 
 4 May but this grace my soul renew, 
 Let sinners gaze, and hate me too ; 
 The word, that saves me, doth engage 
 A sure defence from all their rage. watts. 
 
 WORSHIP OF GOD. 
 
 53 
 
 (ii.30.) S. M, St. Thomas, Silver Street 
 
 Heavenly Joy on Earth. 
 
 1 COME, we, who love the Lord, 
 And let our joys be known. 
 Join in a song with sweet accord, 
 And thus surround the throne. 
 
 2 The hill of Zion yields 
 A thousand sacred sweets. 
 Before we reach the heav'nly fields, 
 Or walk the golden streets. 
 
 8 Then let our songs resound, 
 And ev'ry tear be dry ; 
 f We're marching through Immanuel's ground 
 To fairer worlds on high! watts. 
 
 54. 7s. Wilmot. Blue Town, I 
 
 Glory to God in the highest. 
 mf 1 SONGS of praise the angels sang, 
 Heav'n with hallelujahs rang. 
 When Jehovah's work begun. 
 When He spake, and it was done. 
 
 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn. 
 When the Prince of Peace was born ; 
 
OF GOD.] HYMN 55. 591 
 
 Songs of praise arose, when He 
 Captive led captivity. 
 
 S Heav'n and earth must pass away, 
 Songs of praise shall crown that day ; 
 God will make new heav'ns and earth, 
 Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 
 
 4 Borne on saints' last, dying breath. 
 Songs of praise shall conquer death ; 
 f< Then, amidst eternal joy. 
 
 Songs of praise their pow'rs employ! 
 
 MONTGOMERY. 
 55. H, M. Harwich, Haddam. 
 
 Praise to God, 
 
 1 YE holy angels bright. 
 
 Which stand before God's throne, 
 And dwell in glorious light. 
 Praise ye the Lord, each one ! 
 
 God's praises sound. 
 For in his sight With sweet delight 
 
 Ye do abound ! 
 
 2 My soul, bear thou thy part, 
 Exult in God alone ! 
 
 With grateful, well-tun'd heart 
 Sing thou the songs of love ! 
 
 Thou art his own. 
 Whose precious blood, Shed for thy good, 
 
 His love made known. 
 
 8 With thy triumphant flock 
 Let me. Lord, numUered be, 
 Built on th' eternal rock, 
 Let me thy glory see : 
 
 The heav'ns so high 
 With praise shall ring. And all shall sing 
 In harmony ! 
 
 4 The sun is but a spark 
 From the eternal Light ; 
 Its brightest beams are dark 
 To that most glorious sight ! 
 Then the whole choir 
 With one accord Shall praise the Lord 
 
 Forevermore! r. baxter. 
 
392 HYMN 56. [worship 
 
 56. 
 
 C, M, Litcb6eld. York, 
 
 Praise to Father, Son, and Spirit. 
 
 1 FATHER of glory ! to thy name 
 Immortal praise we give, 
 Who dost an act of grace proclaim, 
 And bid us, rebels, live. 
 
 I Immortal honor to the Son, 
 Who makes thine anger cease ; 
 Our lives He ransom'd with his own, 
 And died to make our peace ! 
 
 3 To thy almighty Spirit be 
 Immortal glory given, 
 Whose influence brings us near to Thee, 
 And trains us up for heaven. pratt's coll^^ 
 
 57. 
 
 7s. Nuremburg, Blue Towu. 
 
 Meeting of Christians* 
 jnp 1 SWEET the time, exceeding sweet. 
 When the saints together meet, 
 When the Savior is the theme, 
 Whose keen pains their souls re(Jecm. 
 
 — 2 Sing we then eternal love. 
 
 Such as did the Father move ; 
 He beheld the world undone, 
 Lov'd the world, and gave his Son, 
 
 3 Sing the Son's amazing love ; 
 How He left the realms above, 
 Took our nature and our place, 
 Liv'd and died to save our race. 
 
 4 Sing we too the Spirit's love : 
 With our wretched hearts He strove, 
 Fill'd our minds with grief and fear. 
 Brought the precious Savior near. 
 
 mp 5 Sweet the place, exceeding sweet, 
 Where the saints in glory meet ; 
 Blessed Savior, Thou the theme, 
 Who^e keen pains our souls redeem ! 
 
 BURDER's COLL. 
 
OP GOD.] HYMN 60. 393 
 
 58. 
 
 C, M. Downs, Dedham, 
 
 Meeting of Christians. 
 
 1 WELL met, dear friends, in Jesus' name, 
 Come, let us now rejoice. 
 
 While ^ye our Savior's praise proclaim 
 With cheerful hearts and voice. 
 
 2 In vain, dear Savior, here we meet, 
 Unless thy face we see ; 
 
 Thy presence makes a heav'n most sweet, 
 Where'er we meet with Thee ! 
 
 3 Then, blessed Jesus, condescend 
 To meet us with a smile ; 
 
 Thy Spirit's quick'ning influence send, 
 
 And give us heav'n awhile ! leavitt's coll. 
 
 59 
 
 S. M. Laban, Doter, 
 
 Prayer for histruction. 
 Aff 1 TEACH me, my God and King, 
 In all things Thee to see ; 
 And what I do in anv thing, 
 To do it, as for Thee ! 
 
 2 To scorn the senses' sway, 
 While still to Thee I tend: 
 In all I do be Thou the way, 
 In all be Thou the end. 
 
 3 All may of Thee partake : 
 Nothing so small can be. 
 
 But draws, when acted for thy sake, 
 Greatness and worth from Thee. 
 
 4 If done beneath thy laws, 
 Ev'n servile labors shine ; 
 Hallow'd is toil, if this the cause, 
 The meanest work divine. 
 
 MONTGOMERY'S COLL. 
 
 b\j. S. M. InTcrncss. Utica. 
 
 The Lord's Prayer. 
 1 OUR heav'nly Father, hear 
 The pray'r, w^e oflfer now j — 
 
394 HYMN 61. [worship 
 
 Thy name be hallow'd far and near, 
 To Thee all nations bow ! 
 
 2 Thy kingdom come ! Thy will 
 On earth be done in love, 
 As saints and seraphim fulfil 
 Thy perfect law above ! 
 
 3 Our daily bread supply, 
 While by thy word we live ; 
 The guilt of our iniijuity 
 Forgive, as we forgive. 
 
 4. From dark temptation's power. 
 From Satan's wiles defend , 
 Deliver in the evil hour. 
 And guide us to the end. 
 
 mf 5 Thine, then, forever be 
 Glory and pow'r divine ; 
 The sceptre, throne, and majesty 
 Of heav'n and earth are thine! Montgomery. 
 
 61. 7s. Kimball. Pleyel's Hymn. 
 
 The Lord^s Prayer, 
 
 1 GOD, our Father! whom w^e love, 
 Hallow'd be thy blessed name , 
 Here obey'd, as high above. 
 Let the world thy pow'r proclaim. 
 
 2 Day by day our bread bestow ; 
 All our crimson guilt forgive, 
 As we Lord forgiveness show. 
 Nor allow revenge to live. 
 
 S Let the tempter ne'er prevail ; 
 
 From all ill our souls defend ; 
 
 mf Thine's the kingdom, ne'er to fail, 
 
 Pow'r and glory without end ! allen. 
 
 Q2. 7s. Wilmot. Broad Street. 
 
 Prayer for a Blessing on public Worship. 
 1 IN thy house when now we sing, 
 Tune our hearts, O heav'nly King ! 
 Then our joyful souls shall bless 
 Thee, the Lord, our Righteousness ! 
 
63. 
 
 OF GOD.] HYMN 64. 395 
 
 2 While to Thee our prayers ascend, 
 Let thine ear in love attend ; — 
 Hear us, for thy Spirit pleads ; — 
 Hear , — for Jesus intercedes! 
 
 3 While we hear thy word with awe. 
 While we tremble at thy law. 
 
 Let thy gospel's wondrous love 
 Ev'ry doubt and fear remove. 
 
 4 From thy house when we return. 
 Let our hearts within us burn ; 
 This, at evening, we shall say, — 
 ''We have walk'd with God to day!" 
 
 MONTGOMERY* 
 C. M, Litchfield. York, 
 
 M the Beginning of public Worship. 
 
 1 LORD ! when we bow before thy throne. 
 And our Confessions pour, 
 
 O, may we feel the sins, we own. 
 And hate what we deplore. 
 
 2 When we disclose our wants in Prayer, 
 O, bend our wills to thine ; 
 
 Firm may we trust our Father's care. 
 Our Father's pow'r divine! 
 
 3 And, when with heart and voice we strive 
 Our grateful hymns to raise, 
 
 Let heav'nly love within us live. 
 
 And fill our souls with Praise, pratt's coll* 
 
 64, C. M. Colchester. London. 
 
 Before Sermon, 
 1 ALMIGHTY God! Eternal Lord! 
 Thy gracious pow'r make known ; 
 Touch by the virtue of thy word. 
 And melt the heart of stone. 
 
 inf 2 Speak with the voice, that wakes the dead, 
 
 And bid the sleeper rise ! 
 — O, let his guilty conscience dread 
 mp The death, that never dies ! 
 
 '^ 3 Let us receive the word, w^e hear, 
 i Each in an honest heart ; 
 
ii 
 
 396 HYMN 65. [worship 
 
 Lay up the precious treasure there, 
 And never with it part. 
 
 4 Now let our darkness comprehend 
 The li»;ht,that ?;hines most free: 
 Thy Spirit, Lord, in mercy send, 
 To guide our steps to Thee ! pratt's coll, 
 
 65. 7s. Wilmot. Pilion. 
 Jlfter Sermon. 
 
 1 SAVIOR ! bless thy word to all, 
 Quick and pow'rful let it prove ; 
 O, may sinners iicar thy call! 
 Let thy people grow in love. 
 
 2 Lord ! thy gracious message bless. 
 Follow it with pow'r divine ; 
 Give the gospel great succ'css: — 
 Thine the work, — the glory thine. 
 
 3 Savior! bid the world rejoice ; 
 Send, O send thy truth abroad! 
 Let the nations hear thy voice, — 
 
 Hear it, and return to God ! kelly. 
 
 66. C- ^^L Me.Ifield. Dundee, 
 The good Seed. 
 
 1 LET not of Christ and man the foe 
 Thy holy truth remove ; 
 
 In ev'ry heart, Lord, let it grow, 
 To bring forth fruits of love ! 
 
 2 Let not the cares of this vain world 
 The rising plant destroy, 
 
 But let it yield a hundred fold 
 The fruits of peace and joy. 
 
 3 Nor let thy word, — which, if we hear. 
 Will raise us to thy throne, — 
 Return to Thee, and witness bear. 
 That we reject thy Son. 
 
 4 Oft as the sower spreads the seed, 
 Thy quick'ning grace bestow. 
 That all, who to thy truth take heed. 
 Its saving pow'r may know ! 
 
 MONTGOMERY'S COLL. 
 
PF GOD.] HYMN 69. 397 
 
 67. L. M, Dalton. Nazareth, 
 
 Close of Worship. 
 
 1 DISMISS us with thy blessing. Lord: 
 To thy great name be praises given 
 For all the treasures of thy word. 
 For all that truth, that guides to heaven. 
 
 2 O, may our grateful hearts retain 
 What we've been taught of good and right, 
 And we, through thy rich mercy, gain 
 A dwelling place with Thee in light! allen, 
 
 \ 68. 3, 7&4, Greenville, Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 Close of Worship. 
 1 LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing ; 
 Let our souls be glad in Thee ; 
 Faith, and hope, and love possessing, 
 May we. Lord, thy glory see, 
 
 And forever 
 May we sing thy mercy free ! ^ 
 
 % Lord, we praise Thee for thy kindness, 
 For the wonders of thy love. 
 For thy truth, that beams on blindness, 
 For thy Spirit from above : — 
 
 O, that never 
 From thy path our feet may rove ! allen. 
 
 Oy. 8s, 7s SfA. Greenville. Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 Close of Worship. 
 
 1 GLORIOUS God! though now retiring 
 From this temple of thy grace, 
 Let our souls be still aspiring 
 To thy holy dwelling-place : 
 
 Let us ever 
 Thirst and long to see thy face ! 
 
 2 Lord, again may we assemble 
 
 I In this lowly house of prayer ; 
 
 j Here may conscious sinners tremble, 
 
 IT hen unto thy love repair ; 
 Let them never 
 Of thy mercy's pow'r despair f 
 \ 34 
 
 I 
 
398 HYMN 70. [the lord's 
 
 3 But should we, O house beloved. 
 Ne'er again within thee meet, 
 May we, Lord, by thee approved. 
 Dwell on high in heav'nly seat, — ■ 
 
 There forever 
 Rend'rhig Thee our praises meet ! allen. 
 
 THE LORD'S DAY. 
 
 70. (ii. 14.) S. M. Inverness. St. Thomas,^ 
 
 The Lord's Day. 
 
 1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest, 
 That saw the Loixi arise ! 
 Welcome to this reviving breast. 
 And these rejoicing eyes. 
 
 2 The King himself comes near, 
 And feasts his saints to day ; 
 
 mp Here we may sit, and see Him here. 
 And love, and praise, and pray. 
 
 3 One day, amidst the place. 
 Where my dear Lorcl hath been, 
 
 — Is sweeter, than ten thousand days 
 Of pleasurable sin. 
 
 4 My willing soul would stay 
 In such a frame as this. 
 And sit and sing herself away 
 To everlasting bliss ! watts. 
 
 71. S. M. Gerar. Ulica, 
 
 Sabbath- 
 wp 1 SWEET is the day of rest, 
 To weary mortals given, 
 The day of all the sev'n most blest,— 
 An emblem faint of heaven! 
 
 — 2 All earthly cares, depart, 
 
 And cease, all earthly woes, 
 
 To vex this day my heav'n-bent heart :- 
 
 O Lord, give me repose ! 
 
 m 
 
DAY.] HYMN 73. 399 
 
 3 Thou from the grave didst rise 
 This day m wondrous power ; 
 This day didst mount up to the skies 
 To reign forevermore ! 
 
 mf 4 O blessed hope, that we, 
 
 mp Though mould'ring in the dust, 
 
 < A bright and glorious morn shall see, 
 
 mf And praise Thee with the just! allen, 
 
 72. C. M, Albany. York, 
 The Sabbath^ 
 
 mp 1 SWEET is the dawn of holy day^ 
 Hallow'dj of old, to rest ; 
 All worldly cares now put away, — 
 Our joys are pure and blest, 
 
 — 2 Th' Almighty said, ^4et there be light,'^ 
 
 And straight the light was seen ; 
 mf All nature stood forth fair and bright, — 
 The earth in living green I 
 
 — 3 Creation ended, then He said, 
 
 ^^Let sabbath peace return, 
 
 While beauty o'er the earth is spread, 
 
 While glorious sun shall burn," 
 
 4 An emblem of the day sublime. 
 Whose beams shall still delight, — 
 When ended is the course of time, — 
 
 In heav'nly glory bright ! allen. 
 
 73. G. M. Dedham. Christmas. 
 The Lord^s Day, 
 
 1 AND now another week begins. 
 This day we call the Lord's ; 
 This day He rose, who bore our sins, 
 He, who his friends rewards. 
 
 mp 2 Hark ! how the angels sweetly sing ! 
 Their voices fill the sky ; 
 They hail their great, victorious King, 
 And welcome Him on high. 
 
 «f 8 We'll catch their notes ; we, too, will sing 
 Of Christ, our risen Lord ; 
 
400 HYMN 74. [the lord^s 
 
 Of Christ, the everlasting King, 
 Of Christ, th' incarnate Word. 
 
 f 4 Hail, mighty Savior! Thee we hail! 
 High on thy throne above ; 
 F/en when our heart and flesh shall fail, 
 We'll sing thy matchless love ! kelly. 
 
 74. (ii. 72.) C. M. Howard, Christmas. 
 
 Lord's Day ; Resurrection of Christ. 
 mp 1 BLEST morning, whose first dawning light 
 
 Beheld our rising God! 
 mf This day He burst, with arm of might, 
 His rock-hewn, low abode! 
 
 2 Ye raging and confed'rate foes! 
 Your counsels are in vain ! 
 The sleeping Conqueror arose, 
 And burst your feeble chain ! 
 
 — 9 Almighty Lord, to thy great name 
 
 These sacred hours we pay, 
 mf And loud hosannas shall proclaim 
 
 The triumph of the day! 
 
 4 Salvation and immortal praise 
 To our victorious King ; 
 f Let heav'n and earth loud anthems raise^ 
 And glad hosannas sing! watts. 
 
 lO. L. M. Farnsworth. Brentford. 
 
 The Sabbath. 
 
 1 THINE earthly sabbaths. Lord! we love^ 
 But there's a nobler rest above ; 
 
 To that our longing souls aspire 
 With ardent love and strong desire. 
 
 2 In thy blest kingdom we shall be 
 From ev'ry mortal trouble free ; 
 
 No groans shall mingle with the songs, 
 Which warble from immortal tongues. 
 
 3 O, long expected day, begin ! 
 Dawn on this world of wo and sin : 
 Fain would we leave this weary road, 
 
 To sleep in death and rest in God! doddridge' 
 
^AY,] HYMN 77. 401 
 
 76. ^' M. Hebron. Nazareth. 
 Sujiday. 
 
 1 O, DAY, most calm, and pure, and bright! 
 The fruit of this, the next world's bud ; 
 Th' indorsement of supreme delight, 
 Writ by a friend, and with his blood ; 
 
 2 The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; 
 
 The week were dark but for thy light ; 
 Thy torch doth show the heav'nward way. 
 Up where God's presence fills the sight. 
 
 S Sundays the fii'm-lix'd pillars are, 
 On which heav'n's palace arched lies ; 
 The other days fill up the spare 
 And hollow room with vanities. 
 
 4 On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; 
 Blessings are plentiful and rife, 
 More plentiful, than even hope, — 
 God's favor and eternal life ! Herbert. 
 
 77. 7s. H. "Safely &c." Turin, 
 Sabbath Day. 
 
 1 SAFELY through another week 
 
 God has brought us on our way: 
 Let us now a blessing seek 
 
 On this holy Sabbath-Day: 
 Day of all the week the best, 
 Emblem of eternal rest! 
 
 2 Lord ! we pray for pard'ning grace 
 
 Through the dear Redeemer's name ; 
 Show thy reconciled face. 
 
 Blot out all our sin and shame: 
 From our worldly care set free. 
 May we rest this day with Thee ! 
 
 3 May the Gospel's joyful sound 
 
 Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; 
 Make the fruits of grace abound, 
 
 Bring relief for all complaints: — 
 Thus may all our sabbaths prove, 
 Till we join the church above. >'ewton* 
 34^ 
 
I 
 
 402 HYMN 78. [the lord's day.] 
 
 78. L. M. Hebron. Nazareth. 
 Sabbath Evening. 
 
 i LORD, as this Sabbath's morning broke 
 O'er island, continent, and deep, 
 Thy far-spread family awoke, 
 Thy Rest all round the world to keep. 
 
 2 Not angel-trumpets sound more clear, 
 Not elders' harps, nor seraphs' lays 
 Yield sweeter music to thine ear, 
 Than humble pray'r and thankful praise. 
 
 3 And not a pray'r, a tear, a sigh 
 Hath fail'd to day some suit to gain ; 
 To those in troul)le Thou wast nigh, 
 Thou hast remov'd the heart's deep pain. 
 
 4 Thy poor were bountifully fed. 
 
 Thy chasten'd sons have kiss'd the rod. 
 Thy mourners have been comforted, 
 The pure in heart have seen their God. 
 
 5 Yet one pray'r more ; — and be it one, 
 In which both heav'n and earth accord! 
 Fulfil thy promise to thy Son, 
 
 Let all, that breathe, call Jesus Lord! 
 
 MONTGOMERf; 
 
 79, 8 & 7. Cesarea. Westborough. 
 Sabbath Evening. 
 
 mp 1 PEACEFUL is the Sabbath Even, 
 When its calm gilds all below, — 
 Emblem of the rest of heaven. 
 Where sweet joys forever flow. 
 
 — 2 While the world has ceas'd its toiling, 
 And its din no longer rolls. 
 Worldly cares are not despoiling 
 Of pure bliss our deathless souls. 
 
 3 We have found to day the treasure. 
 Richer than the yellow gold ; 
 We have tasted, too, the pleasure, 
 Of a sweetness all untold. 
 
 mf 4 Truth is prizeless gem, all-glowing, 
 Dazzling to the gazing sight ; 
 
OF CHRIST.] HYMN 81, 40A 
 
 mp Love is joy's pure stream, o'erflowing. 
 Which in heav'n doth spread delight. 
 
 — 5 0, that we might have our dwelling, 
 f Where the soul full rapture knows ! 
 There unceasing songs are swelling, 
 And the Sabbaths never close ! allen. 
 
 OF CHRIST AND REDEMPTION. 
 
 oO, 0' 2.) L. M. Warrington. Winchelsea. 
 
 The Divinity and Humanity of Christ. John 1. 
 
 1 ERE the blue heav'ns were stretch'd abroad. 
 From everlasting was the Word ; 
 
 With God He was ; the Word was God, 
 And must divinely be ador'd! 
 
 2 By his own pow'r were all things made, 
 By Him supported, all things stand ; 
 He is the whole creation's Head, 
 
 And angels fly at his command. 
 
 3 But lo, his heav'nly form He leaves : 
 The Word descends and dwells with clay ; 
 The form of men He now receives, 
 Dress'd in such feeble flesh, as they. 
 
 4 Archangels leave their high abode 
 To learn new myst'ries here, and tell 
 The love of our descending God, 
 
 The glories of Immanuel ! watts. 
 
 81. Ci- 16.) CM. Dedbam. Bowdoin Square. 
 
 Praise to Christ, 
 
 1 HO S ANN A to the royal Son 
 Of David's ancient line ! 
 
 His natures two, — his person one, — 
 Mysterious and divine. 
 
 2 The root of David, here we fitid, 
 And offspring is the same ; 
 Eternity and time are join'd 
 
 In our ImmanuePs name. 
 
404 HYMN 82. [of christ 
 
 S Blej^t He, who comes, our souls to ^ain. 
 With peaceful news from heaven ! 
 f Hosannas in the highest strain 
 To Christ, the Lord, be given. 
 
 — 4 Let mortals ne'er refuse to take 
 
 Th' Hosanna on their tongues, 
 f Lest stones and rocks should rise and break 
 
 Their silence into songs! watts. 
 
 82. (i. 92.) S. M. Shawmut, Lisbon. 
 
 Christ the Wisdotn of God. 
 
 1 SHALL Wisdom loudly crv, 
 And not her speech be heard ? 
 God's Word, outspeaking from the sky, 
 Deserves it no regard? — 
 
 2 "I was his chief delight. 
 His everlasting Son, 
 Before He said, — Let there be light, — 
 Or nature was begun. 
 
 3 '^When He adorn'd the skies, 
 And built them, I was there. 
 To order when the sun should rise. 
 And marshal every star. 
 
 4 '^When He pour'd out the sea. 
 And spread the flowing deep, 
 I gave the flood a firm decree 
 In its own bounds to keep. 
 
 5 "Upon the empty air 
 The earth was balanced well ; I 
 With joy I saw^ the mansion, where I 
 The sons of men should dwell. I 
 
 6 "Then come, receive my grace. 
 Ye children, and be wise ; 
 
 Happy the man, who keeps my ways ! 
 mp The man, who shuns them, dies! watts. 
 
 83. (i- 3.) S. M. Westminster. St. Thomas. 
 
 JVativity of Christ, 
 1 THE angel hosts appear 
 O'er Bethl'hem's honor 'd plain, 
 
iiEDEMPTioN.] HYMN 84. 405 
 
 While thiis the wond'ring shepherds hear 
 The heav'nly, rapt'rous strain : — 
 
 2 '^ Glory to God on highj 
 
 And heav'nly peace on earth ; 
 Good will to men, to angels joy, 
 At the Redeemer's birth!" 
 
 S In worship so divine 
 
 Let saints employ their tongues: 
 With the celestial host we join. 
 And loud repeat their songs j — 
 
 4 "Glory to God on high. 
 
 And heav'nly peace on earth ; 
 
 Good will to men, to angels joy. 
 
 At our Redeemer's birth!" watts; 
 
 B4<. H, M, Murray, Weymouth^ 
 
 On the Birth of Christ. 
 
 mp 1 HARK ! what celestial notes. 
 
 What melody we hear ! 
 p Soft on the morn it floats, 
 
 And fills the ravish'd ear I 
 The tuneful shell, 
 The golden lyre, And vocal choir 
 The concert swell. 
 
 2 Th'angelic hosts descend 
 With harmony divine ; 
 
 See, how from heav'n they bend. 
 And in full chorus join ! 
 mf "Fear not," say they, 
 
 "Great joy we bring ; Jesus, your Kingj 
 Is born to day ! 
 
 3 "Glory to God on high! 
 
 Ye mortals, spread the sound, 
 And let your raptures fly 
 To earth's remotest bound ; 
 
 For peace on earth 
 From God in heaven. To man is given 
 
 At Jesus' birth !'' leavitt's coLLi 
 
406 HYMN 85. [of Christ and 
 
 So. 8 & 7. Cesarea. Westborough. 
 
 Song of Angels at Bethlehem. 
 
 mp 1 HARK ! — what mean those holj^ voices. 
 Sweetly sounding through the skies? 
 
 mf Lo! th' angelic host rejoices ; 
 Heav'nly hallelujahs rise. 
 
 — 2 Hear them tell the wondrous story. 
 
 Hear them chant in hymns of joy, 
 f ''Glory in the highest, — glory, — 
 Glory be to God most high! 
 
 mp 3 "Peace on earth, — good will from heaven, 
 Reaching far, as man is found ! — 
 
 — Souls redeem'd, and sins forgiven, — 
 f Loud our golden harps shall sound! 
 
 4 "Christ is born, the great Anointed ; 
 Heaven and earth, his praises sing! 
 mp O, receive, whom God appointed. 
 
 For your Prophet, Priest, and King! 
 
 — 5 "Haste, ye mortals, to adore Him ; 
 
 Learn his name, and taste his joy ; 
 Till in heav'n ye sing before Him, — 
 f Glory be to God most high!" cawood. 
 
 86. C. M. Beverly. Christmas Chant. 1 1 
 
 On the Birth of Christ. ^ \ 
 
 p 1 THE ev'ning sky was bright, ' 
 
 And all the air was still, 
 
 While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, 
 Near Bethl'hem's honor'd hill : — 
 
 mf 2 When lo, around them shone 
 A dazzling flood of day. 
 And glorious angel from God's throne 
 Came down in dread array. 
 
 — 3 Their fears he bid depart ; — 
 
 ^'Behold, good news I bring. 
 Tidings of joy to ev'ry heart, 
 The birth of Israel's King. 
 
 4 "God's promis'd work is done. 
 And Light shines forth this morn, 
 
KEDEMPTION.] HYMN 88. 407 
 
 For Christ, the virgin-mother's Son, 
 In Bethlehem is born ! 
 
 5 "A manger holds the child, 
 <: Who comes the world to save, 
 > Whose voice shall calm the tempest wild. 
 And wake the silent grave !" 
 
 — 6 He said, and straight appear 
 The hosts of angels bright. 
 Whose notes come swelling on the ear, — 
 The melody of light ! 
 
 7 'T was Heav'n's new Song of Love ; 
 
 mf "Glory," the hymn began 
 
 ''Glory to God in heav'n above, 
 
 Good will on earth to man !" allen. 
 
 87. C. M. Dedham. St. John. 
 
 The Coming of Christ, 
 
 1 HARK, the glad sound! — ''the Savior's come! 
 The Savior promis'd long ! 
 
 Let ev'ry heart give Him a home, 
 And ev'ry tongue a song. 
 
 2 He comes to break the chain accurst 
 From Satan's wretched thrall : 
 
 I The gates of brass before Him burst, 
 
 I The iron fetters fall ! 
 
 3 He comes the films of vice t' unbind. 
 To clear th' obstructed way. 
 
 And on the eyeballs of the blind 
 To pour celestial day. 
 
 4 He comes, that broken hearts may prove 
 The wonders of his cure 5 
 
 He comes with treasures of his love 
 T' enrich the humble poor. 
 
 mf 5 Our glad hosannas, Jesus, King ! 
 
 Thy welcome shall proclaim ; 
 f< And heav'n's eternal arches ring 
 mf With thy beloved name ! doddridge. 
 
408 HYMN 88. [of christ ani^ 
 
 88. (»i. 79.) C. M. Eastport, Bangor, 
 
 Praise to the Redeemer. 
 
 1 PLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair, 
 We, wretched sinners, lay ; 
 
 No cheerful beam of hope was there, 
 No spark of glimm'ring day! 
 
 2 The Son of God, the Prince above, 
 Beheld our helpless grief; 
 
 He saw, and O, amazing love ! 
 
 He came to our relief. 
 8 Down from the shining seats on high 
 
 With joyful haste He sped, 
 
 Assum'd our flesh, that He might die, 
 
 And dwelt among the dead. 
 Aff 4 O, for this love let rocky hearts 
 
 In grateful floods outbreak, 
 
 And mortal tongues, ere life departs, 
 
 The Savior's praises speak ! 
 mf 5 Angels, assist our mighty joys ; 
 
 Strike all your harps of gold ; 
 
 Yet, when ye raise your loudest voice, 
 
 His love can ne'er be told! watts, 
 
 89. (ii. 103.) C. M. Patmos. Stephen, 
 
 The Love of Christ to Man. 
 1 SO strange, so boundless was the love. 
 That pitied dying men, 
 God sent his Son from heav'n above. 
 To give them life again. 
 Aff 2 Thy hands, dear Jesus, did not bear 
 Avenging rod or sword ; 
 But Thou in mercy didst appear 
 With reconciling word. 
 3 We trust, O Lord, thy mighty name. 
 We take the ofFer'd grace ; 
 mf Thy wondrous love we glad proclaim. 
 
 And give the Father praise ! wiTTS„[ 
 
 90. (ii- 104.) S, M. Laban, St, Thomas, 
 
 Mediation of Christ. 
 mf 1 TRIUMPHANT songs raise high, 
 And matchless mercy praise ; 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 91. 409 
 
 Let the wide earth and arched sky 
 United anthems raise ! 
 
 — 8 Sing how eternal Love 
 Its chief beloved chose^ 
 And bade Him lift our race above, 
 From their abyss of woes. 
 
 S No angry thunder rolls. 
 No terror clothes his brow ; 
 No bolts to drive our guilty souls 
 To fiercer flames below. 
 
 jTip 4 'T was mercy fill'd the throne. 
 And wrath stood silent by, 
 When Christ was sent with pardons down 
 To rebels, doom'd to die. 
 
 ^ff 5 We yield, O Lord, each thought ; 
 We lay a humble claim 
 To the salvation. Thou hast brought, 
 And love and praise thy name. watts. 
 
 91. (ii. 47.) L. M, Wayne. Truro, 
 
 Glory and Grace in the Person of Christ. 
 
 mf 1 NOW to the Lord a noble song! 
 
 Awake, my soul ; awake, my tongue ! 
 
 Hosanna to th'eternal name. 
 
 And all his boundless love proclaim. 
 
 — 2 The spacious earth and spreading flood 
 
 Announce Thee povv'rful, wise, and good. 
 And thy rich glories from afar 
 Sparkle in every rolling star. 
 
 mp 3 But love outshines from Jesus' face, 
 The brightest image of thy grace : 
 Thou, in the person of thy Son, 
 
 mf Hast all thy mightiest works outdone. 
 
 mp 4 Grace ! His a sweet, a charming theme 5 
 mf Jesus ! a glorious name I deem! 
 f Ye angels, dwell upon the sound! 
 ff Ye heav'ns, reflect it to the ground! watts, 
 35 
 
410 HYMN 92. [of christ and 
 
 92. C. M, Dundee. Newton. 
 Christ in the Temple, Luke 2. 
 
 1 ASHAM'D be all the boast of age, 
 Be hoary learning dumb. 
 Expounder of the mystic page. 
 Behold an infant come. 
 
 aff 2 O Wisdom, whose unfading power 
 Beside the Eternal stood, 
 To frame, in nature's earliest hour. 
 The land, the sky, the flood ; 
 
 8 Yet didst not Thou disdain awhile 
 An infant form to wear ; 
 To bless thy mother with a smile, 
 And lisp thy fulter'd prayer. 
 
 4 But in thy Father's own abode. 
 With Israel's elders round. 
 Conversing high with Israel's God, 
 Thy chiefest joy was found. 
 
 5 So may our youth adore thy name, 
 And, Savior, deign to bless 
 With fost'ring grace the timid flame 
 Of early holiness ! heber. 
 
 93. S, M. Laban. St. Thomas, 
 Transfiguration. Math. 17. 
 
 1 JESUS the mount ascends, 
 He goes up there to pray ; 
 mf A brightness, that all light transcends, 
 Then beam'd a tenfold day ! 
 
 — 2 Celestial forms appear, 
 Array'd in purest white. 
 And speak with Him of sufF'rings near, 
 And death from Jewish spite. 
 
 3 The scene fills them with dread, 
 And o'er the apostles' eyes 
 A bright and fearful cloud is spread, 
 O'ermantling all the skies. 
 
 4 Out of that cloud is given 
 A voice from God above, — 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 95. 411 
 
 mf ^^Behold, this is ray Son from heaven ; 
 
 Him hear, O men, and love !" allen. 
 
 94. 8 & 7, Sicily. Missionary H» 
 Christ Conquering. Isa. 63. 
 
 1 WHO is this, that comes from Edom, 
 
 All his raiment stain'd with blood. 
 To the captive speaking freedom. 
 
 Bringing and bestowing good ; 
 Glorious in the garb. He wears. 
 Glorious in the spoil, He bears .^ 
 
 2 'Tis the Savior, now victorious, 
 
 Trav'lling onward in his might ; 
 'Tis the Savior, O how glorious 
 
 To his people is the sight ! 
 Satan conquer'd and the grave, 
 Jesus now is strong to save ^ 
 
 mf 3 Mighty Victor, reign forever. 
 
 Wear the crown, so dearly won ! 
 
 Never shall thy people, never 
 
 Cease to sing what Thou hast done ! 
 
 Thou hast fought thy people^s foes ; 
 
 Thou hast heaPd thy people's woes ! 
 
 EPIS. COLL. 
 
 95. (ii.l37.) L. M. Hebron. American Chant* 
 
 Miracles, and Resurrection of Christ- 
 
 1 BEHOLD, the blind their sight receive ! 
 Behold, the dead awake and live ! 
 
 The dumb speak wonders, and the lame 
 Leap like the hart, and bless his name, 
 
 2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own 
 And seal the mission of the Son ; 
 The Father vindicates his cause. 
 While he hangs bleeding on the cross. 
 
 rap 9 He dies : — the heav'ns in mourning stood ! 
 f< He rises, — and appears a God! 
 — Behold the Lord ascending high. 
 No more to bleed, no more to die ! 
 
 mf 4 Hence and forever from my heart 
 I bid my doubts and fears depart, 
 
AN]||| 
 
 413 HYMN 96. [of christ 
 
 And to those hands my soul resign, 
 
 Which bear credentials so divine! watts* 
 
 96. (ii,114.) CM. Litchfield. Tolland. 
 
 ChrisVs Death and Dominion. 
 
 1 I SING my Savior's wondrous death ; 
 He conquer'd, when He fell ; 
 " 'Tis finish'd!" said his dying breath, 
 And shook the gates of hell. 
 
 2 " 'Tis finish'd?" our Immanuel cries. 
 The dreadful work is done! 
 Hence shall his sovereign throne arise, 
 His kingdom is begun. 
 
 3 The saints from his propitious eye 
 Await their several crowns, 
 And all the sons of darkness fly 
 
 The terror of his frowns! watts. 
 
 yT, L. M. Windham. German Hymn« 
 
 The Atonement of Christ. 
 
 1 " 'TIS finish'd! "—so the Savior cried. 
 And meekly bow'd his head, and died ! 
 *"Tis finish'd!" — yes, the race is run, — 
 The battle fought, the vict'ry won. 
 
 2 "'Tis finish'd!" Aaron now no more j 
 Must stain his robes with purple gore : 
 
 The sacred veil is rent in twain. 
 The Jewish rites no more remain. 
 
 8 "'Tis finish'd!" — yes, his dying groan i 
 
 Shall sins of ev'ry kind atone ; 
 Millions shall be redeem'd from death 
 By Jesus' last, expiring breath. 
 
 4 "'Tis finish'd !" — Heav'n is reconciled, \ 
 And all the pow'rs of darkness spoiled: 
 Peace, love, and happiness again 
 
 Return and dwell with sinful men. 
 
 mf 5 "'Tis finish'd!"— let the joyful sound 
 Be heard through all the nations round: 
 
 f "Tis finish'd!"— let the echo fly 
 
 Through heav'n and hell,through earth and sky. 
 
 stennett. 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 99. 418 
 
 08. ^- M. Boylston. Fairfield. 
 
 A crucified Savior. 
 
 1 BEHOLD th' amazing sight,^ 
 The Savior lifted high ! 
 Behold the son of God's delight 
 Expire in agony ! 
 
 2 For whom, for whom, my heart, 
 Were all these sorrows borne.'* 
 Why did He feel that piercing smarts 
 And meet that various scorn ? 
 
 8 For love of us He bled, 
 And all in torture died ; 
 mp 'Twas love, that bow'd his fainting head^ 
 And op'd his gushing side. 
 
 aff 4 I see, and I adore. 
 
 In sympathy of love ; 
 
 I feel the strong, attractive pow'r 
 
 To lift my soul above, 
 
 5 In Thee our hearts unite, 
 Nor share thy griefs alone, 
 But from thy cross pursue their flight 
 mf To thy triumphant throne ! doddridge. 
 
 99 8,7&4. Sicily. Greenville* 
 
 Death of Christ. 
 1 HARK ! a voice, awaking wonder 
 'Mongst the angels of the sky, 
 Voice, that rends the rocks asunder. 
 Breaking forth from Calvary: 
 "It is finish'd !"— 
 f Voice, that shakes the earth and sky! 
 
 ' — 2 '^It is fmish'd!" — O what pleasure 
 
 Do these precious words afford ! 
 
 Heav'nly blessings without measure 
 
 Flow to us from Christ, the Lord: 
 ^atisfinish'd!" 
 mf Saints, the dying words record ! 
 
 — 3 ^'Finish'd" ; all the types are ended 
 Of the Jewish shad'wy law ; 
 35* 
 
414 HYMN 100. [op christ and 
 
 '^Finish'd" all, that God intended ;— 
 Death and hell no more shall awe : 
 
 ';lt is finished"! mB j 
 
 Saints, from hence your comforts draw. ^Ti i 
 
 burder's coll. 
 
 100, (ii. 76) CM. Archdale. Cambridge, 
 Resurrection and Ascension of Christ^ 
 
 mf 1 HOSANNA to the Prince of light, 
 Who cloth'd himself in clay: 
 From death He rose up in his might, 
 And tore the bars away. 
 
 2 The Conqu'ror see ascending high, 
 He wears a glorious crown ! 
 Behold, what mercy in his eye. 
 What blessings He sends down ! 
 
 S Bright angels, strike your loudest strings! 
 High your sweet voices raise ! 
 Let men and all created things 
 Sound forth Immanuel's praise! WATTSi 
 
 101. 8 & 7- Sicily. Westborough. 
 Christ dying and rising. 
 
 mp 1 SEE the Lord of life expiring, 
 While the cross its victim holds ! 
 E'en in death his love, untiring. 
 Pours a pray'r for blood-stain'd souls. 
 
 2 At his wo the sun is shrouded 
 Mid his journey in the skies : 
 Lo, the earth, with darkness clouded, 
 Trembles, as its Maker dies ! 
 
 mf 3 See the Crucified arising, 
 
 Bursting from his rock-he w'd cell. 
 Now, with triumph, all surprising. 
 Conqueror of death and hell ! 
 
 4 See Him up to heav'n ascending. 
 Great in glory and in might. 
 Throngs of angels round Him bending. 
 As He rises up to light ! 
 
 mp 6 Now for sinful men He's pleading. 
 Holy Lamb of sacrifice, 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 103. 416 
 
 Ever for them interceding 
 With his Father in the skies. 
 
 aff 6 Blessed Jesus! to Thee bowing, 
 
 We entreat thy pard'ning love ! 
 mf Bring us to the joys o'erflowing. 
 
 In thy presence. Lord, above ! allen. 
 
 102. 7s. Pleyel's Hymn. Sharp. 
 
 Ascension of Christ. 
 fii 1 ANGELS! roll the rock away! 
 Death ! yield up the mighty prey I 
 See ! — the Savior leaves the tomb. 
 Glowing with immortal bloom ! 
 
 2 Shout, ye seraphs ! Gabriel, raise 
 Loudest trump of joyful praise ! 
 Let the earth's remotest bound 
 Echo to the rapt'rous sound ! 
 
 3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes ! 
 See Him rising to the skies : 
 King of glory ! mount thy throne. 
 Boundless empire is thine own. 
 
 4 Praise Him, ye celestial choirs ; 
 Praise, and sweep your golden lyres ! 
 Praise Him in the noblest songs 
 From ten thousand, thousand tongues ! 
 
 GIBBONSi 
 
 103. 8, 7 & 4. Olipbant. Tamworth. 
 Resurrection of Christ, 
 
 i HE is ris'n ! — Then why, ye weeping. 
 Linger ye about his tomb? 
 Here no longer is He sleeping, 
 He hath gone to heav'n, his home : 
 
 He is risen ! 
 Where He dwells, ye too may come ! 
 
 2 Now for you He's interceding 
 At the throne of God on high, 
 He with blood for you is pleading. 
 Lest for sin your souls should die: 
 
 He is pleading ; 
 Why, desponding, should you sigh ? 
 
416 HYMN 104. [of christ and 
 
 3 Come to Him ; in Him believing, 
 Naught your hope shall overthrow ; 
 Cease, then, all your tears and grieving, 
 Rather let your joys o'erflow: 
 ttflt Blest Redeemer! 
 
 May we all thy mercy know ! allen. 
 
 104. (ii,89.) CM. Nottingham, Christmas. 
 
 ChrisVs Victory. 
 
 1 HOSANNxV to our conqu'ring King! 
 The prince of darkness riies. 
 And all his hosts, with broken wing, 
 Fall headlong from the skies. 
 
 2 Hosanna to our conqu'ring King! 
 All hail, incarnate Love? 
 Thy praise the faithful angels sing, 
 And crown thy head above I 
 
 3 Thy victories and thy deathless fame 
 Through the wide world shall run ; 
 Eternal ages shall proclaitn 
 The triumphs, Thou hast won ! watts. 
 
 105. 7s. Wilson. Blue Town. 
 ChrisVs Resurrection. 
 
 i» 1 HARK! the herald angels say, 
 
 Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to day ! 
 f Raise your joys and triumphs high, 
 
 Let the glorious tidings fly. 
 
 p 2 Love's redeeming work is done ! 
 
 Th' battle's fought, the vict'ry won ! 
 Lo I the sun's eclipse is o'er ; 
 Lo ! he sets in blood no more. 
 
 — 3 Vain the stone, the seal, the guard ! 
 
 Christ the gloomy gates unbarr'd : 
 Death in vain forbids his rise ; 
 Christ has open'd paradise. 
 
 4 Lives again our glorious King! 
 
 mf "Where, O death! is now thy sting.^ " 
 
 — Once He died our souls to save ; 
 
 mf ''Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave? " 
 
 cudworth's coll* 
 
^ REDEMPTION.] HYMN 107. 417 
 
 106, (i. 63.) L. M. Rothwell. EflSngham^ 
 
 ChrisVs Exaltation* 
 Aff 1 WHAT equal honors shall we bring. 
 To Thee, O Lord, our God, the Lamb, 
 When all the notes, that angels sing. 
 Are far inferior to thy name ^ 
 
 2 Worthy is He, who once was slain, 
 
 1 The Prince of life, who groan'd and died ; 
 
 • Worthy to rise, and live, and reign 
 
 At his Almighty Father's side. 
 
 3 Honor immortal now is thine, 
 Instead of scandal and of scorn. 
 
 While round thy head bright glories shine, 
 I Deck'd with a crown without a thorn ! watts* 
 
 107. C. M. Coronation, Christmas. 
 Coronation of Christ, 
 
 mf 1 ALL hail the pow'r of Jesus' name ! 
 Let angels prostrate fall ; 
 Bring forth the royal diadem, 
 I And crown Him Lord of all ! 
 
 ' 2 Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God, 
 
 j Who from his altar call ; 
 
 Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, 
 
 And crown Him Lord of all ! 
 
 ; 3 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 ! 
 
 |) 4 Ye sinners, tasting love most sweet. 
 Instead of bitter gall, 
 ' — Go, spread your trophies at his feet^ 
 ' f And crown Him Lord of all ! 
 
 i— 5 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe 
 Of this wide, earthly ball 
 To Him all majesty ascribe, 
 I f And crown Him Lord of all ! 
 
 — 6 0, that with yonder holy throng 
 We at his feet may fall ; 
 
418 HYMN 108. [op christ and 
 
 There join the everlasting song, 
 mf And crown Him Lord of all! duncan. 
 
 108. L. M. Duke Street. Missionary Chai 
 Christ living. 
 
 1 THE Savior lives, no more to die ; 
 The Savior lives, enthron'd on high: 
 He lives, triumphant o'er the grave ; 
 He lives, eternally to save. 
 
 2 The Savior lives, to w^ipe the tear ; 
 The Savior lives, to quell all fear ; 
 He lives, bright mansions to prepare ; 
 He lives, to Ijring his servants there. 
 
 3 Ye mourning souls, dry up your tears, 
 Dismiss your gloomy doubts and fears: 
 Let cheerful hope your hearts revive, 
 For Christ, the Lord, is yet alive* 
 
 4 His saints He loves, and never leaves ; 
 The contrite sinner He receives ; 
 Abundant grace will He afford. 
 Till all are present with the Lord. 
 
 pratt's coll. 
 
 109. (ii. 108.) CM. Dedbara. New Conway. 
 Access to God by a Mediator. 
 
 1 COME, let us lift our joyful eyes 
 Up to the courts above ; 
 There sits our Father in the skies. 
 Upon a throne of love! 
 
 2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath 
 And shot devouring fire ; 
 No lightning now outbreaks to scath, 
 Nor roll the thunders dire. 
 
 5 Now we may bow before his feet, 
 And venture near the Lord : 
 No fiery cherub guards his seat. 
 Nor double, flaming sword. 
 
 4 The peaceful gates of heav'nly joy 
 Are open'd by the Son ; 
 mf Our notes of praise we'll lift up high, 
 And reach th' almighty throne. 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 111. 419 
 
 5 To Thee, ten thousand thanks we bring. 
 Great Advocate above. 
 And glory to th' eternal King, 
 Now on a throne of love ! watts. 
 
 110. (ii.90.) CM, Dundee. Canterbury, 
 
 Pardon by Christ. 
 
 1 HOW passion all our reason blinds? 
 Our sin, how deep it stains? 
 
 And Satan holds our captive minds 
 Fast in his hateful chains. 
 
 2 But to our heart a voice comes home. 
 Outbreaking from God's word, 
 
 ''Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come, 
 And trust upon the Lord." 
 
 3 My ears the tidings glad receive ; 
 I run to this relief; 
 
 aff Thy promise. Lord, I would believe ; 
 0, help my unbelief! 
 
 4 O, save me in my great distress ; 
 Erom error's way recall ; 
 
 Be Thou my strength and righteousness, 
 My Jesus and my All! watts, 
 
 111, L. M. Ramoth. Nazareth, 
 The Atonement of Christ. 
 
 1 BETHESDA'S pool, through virtue given 
 By angel coming down from heaven. 
 Disease in all its strength subdued, 
 
 And wak'd the song of gratitude. 
 
 2 The fountain, fill'd with Jesus' blood, 
 Who came in grace and love from God, 
 Hath pow'r to heal the strength of sin. 
 And make the guilty pure within. 
 
 aff 3 Blest Jesus, in thy cleansing pool 
 
 Our crimson guilt make white as wool ; 
 
 Our palsied energies renew. 
 
 And we will give Thee praises due ! allen. 
 
I] 
 
 420 HYMN 1 12. [or christ and 
 
 112. C. M. Hymn, "There is &c," Ne^tpn, 
 
 The Fountain opened. Zech. 13. 
 
 1 THERE is a fountain, filPd with blood, 
 Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 
 And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood^ 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 And there have I, as vile as he, 
 Wash'd all my sins away. 
 
 ^ff 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 Ere since, by faith, I saw the stream, 
 Thy flowing wounds supply. 
 Redeeming love has been my theme. 
 And shall be, till I die. 
 
 mf 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 ! 
 
 aff 6 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared. 
 Unworthy though I be. 
 For me a blood-bought, free reward, 
 A golden Harp for me ! 
 
 7 'T is strung, and tun'd for endless years, 
 And form'd by povv'r divine, 
 ml To sound, in God the Father's ears. 
 
 No other name, but thine! cowper. 
 
 113. (ii. 95.) CM. Bangor. Wantage, 
 
 Christ pierced hy Sin. 
 Aff 1 AMAZING grief !—o'erwhelming wo ! 
 Behold my bleeding Lord ! 
 The Jews*^, his kindred, struck the blow. 
 But us'd the Roman sword. 
 
 2 What keen and bitter agonies 
 My dear Redeemer bore, 
 
IIEDEMPTION.] HYMN 115. 421 
 
 When on the tree he, dying, cries. 
 As nails his body tore ! 
 
 3 'Twere you, my sins, that made Him bleed, 
 That made Him groan and die 5 
 
 You were his torturers indeed, 
 You rear'd that cross on high ! 
 
 4 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul, 
 Till melting waters flow. 
 
 Till tears outburst, beyond control. 
 In undissembled wo. watts. 
 
 114. (i. 142.) S. M, Boylston. Olmiitz. 
 The Atonetnent of Christy 
 
 1 LHCE sheep we went astray. 
 And broke the fold of God ; 
 Each wand'ring in a diflerent way, 
 But all the downward road. 
 
 2 How dreadful was the hour. 
 When God our wand'rings laid. 
 And did at once his vengeance pour 
 Upon the Shepherd's head? 
 
 3 How glorious was the grace. 
 When Christ sustain'd the stroke ? 
 His life and blood the Shepherd pays 
 A ransom for the flock. 
 
 4 His honor and his breath 
 Were taken both away, — 
 
 Join'd with the wicked in his death. 
 
 And made as vile as they. 
 6 But God his head shall raise 
 
 O'er all the sons of men. 
 
 And Him a num'rous seed shall praise, 
 
 To recompense his pain. 
 6 "I'll give Him," saith the Lord, 
 
 "A portion with the strong: 
 
 He shall possess a large reward. 
 
 And hold his honors long." watts, 
 
 115. CM. Martyrs, Wantage, 
 Looking at th§ Cross. 
 
 mp 1 MY Savior, hanging on the tree, 
 In agony and blood, 
 36 
 
422 HYMN 116. [op christ and 
 
 Methought, once turn'd his eyes on me, 
 As near his cross I stood. 
 
 2 Sure never, till my latest breath. 
 Can I forget that look ; 
 It seem'd to charge me with his death, 
 Though not a word He spoke. 
 
 3 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt, 
 And plung'd me in despair ; 
 I saw, my sins his blood had spilt, 
 And help'd to nail Him there ! 
 
 4 Alas ! I knew not what I did, 
 But now my tears are vain ; 
 Where shall my trembling soul be hid? 
 For I the Lord have slain ! 
 
 5 A second look He gave, which said, — 
 "I freely all forgive: 
 This blood is for thy ransom paid , 
 I die, that thou may'st live !'^ 
 
 g O Savior ! who for me didst die, 
 I praise thy mercy's power! 
 O, bring me to thy throne on high. 
 To praise Thee evermore ! episc. coLLr 
 
 116. (i.l50.) H. M. Stow. Haddam. 
 Characters of Christ. 
 
 1 JOIN ev'ry glorious name > 
 Of wisdom, love, and power, i 
 Which mortal men proclaim, | 
 Or angels ever bore, I 
 
 All are too mean to speak his worth, ;^B 
 
 Too mean to set my Savior forth. ^M 
 
 2 Great Prophet of the Lord! f 
 Thy name my tongue would bless ; 
 I hear thy joyful word 
 Of peace and righteousness ; — 
 
 The joyful news of sins forgiven. 
 
 Of he U subdued, and peace with heaven I 
 
 3 Atoning Priest for sin, 
 A victim on the tree 1 
 Make pure my soul within, 
 A Ransom be for me ! 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 117. 423 
 
 Thy powerful blood did once atone. 
 And now it pleads before the throne ! 
 
 4 Jesus J my conqu'ring Lord, 
 
 Exalted, glorious King! 
 
 Thy sceptre and thy sword; 
 
 Thy reigning grace I sing ! 
 Thy majesty and pow'r I greet, 
 I humbly bow beneath thy feet! watts* 
 
 ll7. 6 & 4. Don. Italian Hymn, 
 
 The predicted Messiah. Isa. 53. 
 
 iaflf 1 OUR griefs He sure hath borne ; 
 For lis his flesh was torn. 
 
 His blood did flow: 
 See Him his spirit yield 
 A Victim, as revealed: — 
 We by his stripes are healed. 
 And sav'd from wo. 
 
 2 We all have gone astray, 
 And wander'd from his way. 
 
 Like straying sheep : 
 On Him our sins were laid : 
 And He, all undismayed, 
 Our heavy debt hath paid 
 
 In sorrows deep. 
 
 3 As gentle lamb is led 
 Unto the slaughter dread. 
 
 He meek is found: 
 For others' sins he died! 
 For us the purple tide, 
 Outburstiug from his side, 
 
 Flow'd to the ground ! 
 
 4 He went do^^n to the grave. 
 But rose again to save 
 
 In glorious might: 
 And now, enthron'd above. 
 His matchless grace and love 
 He makes the nations prove 
 
 With sweet delight ! ALLENi 
 
424 HYMN 118. [of christ ani 
 
 118. (1.137,) L. M. Duke Street Ellettthorpe; 
 
 Salvation hy Christ. 
 
 1 NOW to the pow'r of God supreme 
 Be everlasting honors given ; 
 He lights our path with mercy's beam, 
 He calls our wand'ring feet to heaven. 
 
 2 'Twas his own purpose, that begun 
 To rescue rebels, doom'd to die ; 
 He gave us grace in Christ, his Son, 
 Before He spread the starry sky. 
 
 8 Jesus, the Lord, appears at last, 
 
 And makes his Father's counsels known, 
 Declares the great transactions past, 
 And brings immortal blessings down. 
 
 4 He dies! and in that dreadful night 
 
 Did all the pow'rs of hell destroy: 
 
 mf Rising, He brought our heav'n to light, 
 
 And took possession of the joy ! watts* 
 
 119. (i. 135.) L, M. Nazareth, Brentford. 
 
 Love to Christ. 
 
 1 COME, glorious Lord, descend and dwell 
 By faith and love in ev'ry breast, 
 Then shall we taste and know full well 
 
 mf The joys, that cannot be express'd ! 
 
 2 Gome, fill our hearts with inward strength ; 
 And let our rescued spirits prove. 
 
 And learn the height, and breadth, and length 
 Of thine unmeasurable love. 
 
 3 Now to the God, whose arm defends. 
 Be praise from all the ransom'd throng; 
 
 To Him, whose pow'r all thought transcends j 
 Be thanks in everlasting song! watts. 
 
 120. L. M. Belville, Newcourt; 
 Heavenly Beauty. 
 
 1 JESUS now dwells in wondrous light ; 
 His throne is all encompass'd round 
 And hid by brightness from man's sight ; 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 122. 426 
 
 And underneath his feet are found 
 Thunder and lightnings flaming fire. 
 Which bring his just, avenging ire. 
 
 2 But how can we, whose feeble eyes 
 
 Are dull'd by beams, the sun doth shine. 
 E'er see undazzled 'neath the skies 
 
 That glory, peerless and divine, 
 Compar'd with whose least splendid spark 
 Both moon and glorious sun are dark ? 
 
 3 What's good is beautiful and fair : 
 
 How great, then, must that beauty be. 
 Which all His goodness doth declare.'' 
 
 His truth, his love, his mercy free. 
 His wisdom, grace, and guided might, — 
 Thus lending of himself a sight. ^ Spenser^ 
 
 121. L. M. Belville. Newcourt. 
 
 Heavenly Love* 
 Aff 1 WELL of Love! O Flow'r of Grace! 
 O Morning-Star ! O Lamp of Light ! 
 The image of thv Father's face. 
 
 The King of Glory, Lord of Might.? 
 Can we requite Thee for thy good. 
 Or prize enough thy precious blood .^ 
 
 9 My soul ! the story of his life 
 
 Survey, his pure, unfaulty ways^ 
 His canker'd foes, his toil, his strife, 
 
 His poverty, his sharp assays ; 
 And think, thy sins his sorrows wrought, 
 Then melt, and groan in grieved thought. 
 
 3 Then give thyself to Him most free, 
 And world's desire in thee will die, 
 And thy pure-sighted eyes shall see 
 
 His heav'nly beauty's blaze on highj 
 And thou shalt feel celestial love 
 Kindled by sight of things above! spenser* 
 
 122. (ii. 148.) C. M. Litchfield, Arlington, 
 
 God reconciled by Christ^ 
 Aff 1 DEAREST of all the names above. 
 My Jesus and my God ! 
 36* 
 
426 HYMN 123. [of chrIst and 
 
 Who can resist thy heav'nly love, 
 Or trifle with thy blood? 
 
 2 'Tis by the merits of thy death 
 The Father smiles again ; 
 'Tis by thine interceding breath 
 The Spirit dwells with men. 
 
 S While Jews on their own law rely, 
 And Greeks of wisdom boast ; 
 I love th'incarnate mystery, 
 And there I fix my trust ! watts. 
 
 123i (i. 145.) CM. Nottingham. St. James. 
 
 Christ and Aaron. 
 Aff 1 JESUS! in Thee our eyes behold 
 A thousand glories more, 
 Than the rich gems and polish'd gold, 
 The sons of Aaron wore. 
 
 2 Once in the circuit of a year, 
 With blood, but not his own, 
 Did Aaron in the vail appear, 
 Before the golden throne. 
 
 3 But Christ, by his own pow'rful blood, 
 Ascends above the skies. 
 And in the presence of our God 
 Shows his own sacrifice. 
 
 4 Jesus, the glorious King, doth reign 
 On Zion's heav'nly hill. 
 Looks like a Lamb, that has been slain, 
 And wears his priesthood still. 
 
 5 He ever lives to intercede 
 Before his Father's face: 
 Give Him, my soul, thy cause to plead. 
 Nor doubt the Father's grace! watts. 
 
 124. 0' 149.) L, M. Clyde. Timsburyv 
 
 Offices of Christ 
 Aff 1 JOIN all the names of love and power. 
 That ever men or angels bore. 
 All are too mean to speak his worth. 
 Or set ImmanuePs glory forth. 
 
Redemption.] HYNM 126. 4£t 
 
 2 Great Prophet, let me bless thy name 5 
 By Thee the joyful tidings came 
 Of wrath appeas'd, of sins forgiven. 
 Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven. 
 
 S Jesus, my great High Priest, has died 5 
 I seek no sacrifice beside ; 
 His blood did once for all atone, 
 And now it pleads before the throne. 
 
 4 My Lord, my Conqu'ror, and my King, 
 Thy sceptre and thy sword I sing ; 
 Thine is the vict'ry, and my soul 
 I yield, O Lord, to thy control. watts. 
 
 125, (ii. 142.) S. M. Inverness, Fairfield, 
 
 Faith in Christ, our Sacrifice* 
 i NOT all the blood of beasts^ 
 On Jewish altars slain, 
 Could give the guilty conscience peace. 
 Or wash away the stain. 
 
 2 But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb 
 Takes all our sins away, 
 A sacrifice of nobler name, 
 And richer blood, than the}'. 
 
 mp 3 My faith w^ould lay her hand 
 On that dear head of thine^ 
 While, like a penitent, I standi 
 And there confess my sin. 
 
 4 My soul looks back to see 
 The burdens. Thou didst bear, 
 When hanging on the cursed tree, 
 And hopes her guilt was there. 
 
 mf 5 Believing, we rejoice 
 
 To see the curse remove ; 
 
 We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice. 
 
 And sing his bleeding love ! watts. 
 
 126* (i. 61.) L.M. Truro. Timsbury. 
 
 Christ a Priest and King. 
 Aff 1 NOW to the Lord, who makes us know 
 The wonders of his dying love, 
 
428 HYMN 127. [of christ an£) 
 
 Be humble honors paid below, 
 And strains ofnobler praise above. 
 
 2 'T is He, who saving mercy brings, 
 And wash'd us in hi» richest blood ; 
 
 ^T is He, who makes us priests and kings, 
 And brings us, rebels, near to God. 
 
 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest, 
 To Jesus, our (•(^lestial King, 
 
 Be praise by all, from sin released, 
 And ev'ry tongue his glory sing! 
 
 4 Behold, He comes on flying clouds, 
 And ev'ry eye shall srr Him move! 
 Though dark <h\*i|>air the wicked shrouds. 
 To us He siiows his jjanPning love! 
 
 5 The unbelieving world shall wail. 
 While we rejoice to see the day ; 
 Come, Lord, nor let thy ])romise fail. 
 
 Nor let tiiy chariot long delay. watts; 
 
 127» C. M, Stevens. Colchester. 
 
 Love to Christ. 
 Aff 1 DO I not love Tliee, Savior blest .J* 
 Then let me nothing love: 
 Shut from my heart each joyful guest, 
 Which Thou dost not approve. 
 
 2 Is not thy name melodious still 
 To mine attentive ear.^ 
 
 Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill, 
 My Savior's voice to hear.'' 
 
 3 Hast Thou a lamb in all thy fold, 
 I would disdain to feed? 
 
 Or can I dread, midst scoflTers bold. 
 Thy holy cause to plead.'* 
 
 4 I love Thee, Lord, I love thy voice ; 
 But O ! I long to soar 
 
 Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
 
 That I may love Thee more ! DODDRiOcEi 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 129. 4^ 
 
 128. (i. 125.) CM. Ferry. Aruidell. 
 
 Compassion of Christ. 
 Aff 1 WITH joy we meditate the grace 
 Of our High Priest above , 
 His wondrous mercy we would trace. 
 And his amazing love. 
 
 2 Touch'd with a sympathy of soul, 
 He knows our feeble frame ; 
 
 He strong temptations can control, 
 For He has felt the same. 
 
 3 He in the days of feeble flesh 
 Pour'd out his cries and tears. 
 And, in his measure, feels afresh 
 What ev'ry member bears. 
 
 4 By humble faith then let us seek 
 His mercy and his power ; 
 
 We shall obtain, however weak> 
 
 Grace in the trying hour. watts. 
 
 \29. S, M, Westminster. Watchman^ 
 
 Prisoners of Hope, 
 
 1 PRISONERS of hope, arise. 
 And see your Lord appear: 
 
 Lo ! on the wings of love He flies. 
 And brings redemption near. 
 
 2 Redemption through his blood 
 He calls you to receive : 
 
 "Look unto me, the pard'ning God! 
 ''Believe," He cries, "believe I" 
 
 off 3 The reconciling word 
 
 We thankfully embrace, 
 Rejoice in our redeeming Lord^ 
 A blood-besprinkled race. 
 
 4 We yield to be set free : 
 Thy counsel we approve ; 
 *»f Salvation, praise, ascribe to Thee, 
 
 And glory in thy love ! Wesley's coiiLv 
 
430 HYMN 130. [of christ and 
 
 130* H.M. Newbury, Haddara. 
 
 The Year of Jubilee. 
 i FAIR shines the morning-star! 
 The silver trumpets sound, 
 Their notes re-echoing far, 
 While (lawns the day around ! 
 mf Joy to the slave! — the slave is tree! 
 It is the year of Jubilee! 
 
 — 9 Pris'ners of hope! in gloom 
 
 And silence left to die, 
 With Christ's unfolding tomb 
 Your ])ortals open fly: 
 mf Rise with your Lord! — He sets you free: 
 It is the year of Jubilee* 
 
 — 3 Ye, who have sold for naught 
 
 The land J your fathers won. 
 Behold, how God hath wrought 
 Redemption through his Son ! 
 
 Your heritage again is free. 
 
 It is the year of Jubilee. 
 
 4 Ye, who yourselves have sold 
 For debts, to justice due ; 
 Ransom'd, but not with gold. 
 He gave himself for you: 
 
 The blood of Christ hath made you free ! 
 It is the year of Jubilee. 
 
 5 Captives of sin and shame 
 O'er earth and ocean, hear 
 An angel's voice proclaim 
 The Lord's accepted year: 
 
 tnf Let Jiicob rise, be Israel free. 
 
 It is the year of Jubilee ! Montgomery. 
 
 131. (i. 14.) L, M. Clyde. Roihwell. 
 
 Christ's Love. 
 
 1 WHO shall the Lord's elect condemn? 
 'Tis God, who justifies their souls ; 
 And mercy's stream flows full to them. 
 And o'er their sins divinely rolls. 
 
 2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell ? 
 'Tis Christ, who suffer'd in their stead, 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 133. 431 
 
 And, all their sorrows to dispel. 
 Behold Him rising from the dead! 
 
 3 He lives ! He lives ! and sits above. 
 Forever interceding there : — 
 Who shall divide us from his love. 
 Or what should tempt us to despair? 
 
 4 Shall persecution, or distress, 
 Famine, or sword, or nakedness? 
 
 He, who hath lov'd us, bears us through. 
 And makes us more than conqu'rors too. 
 
 mf 5 Faith has an overcoming power, 
 It triumphs in a dying hour: 
 Christ is our life, our joy, our love ! 
 No pow^r his mercy shall remove ! watts. 
 
 132, (i. 127.) L, M, Nazareth. St. Paul's, 
 
 ChrisVs Invitation. 
 
 1 COME, all ye weary and unblest ; 
 Ye heavy laden sinners, come ! 
 From all your toils PU give you rest. 
 And raise you to my heavenly home. 
 
 2 "They shall find rest, who learn of me^ 
 I'm of a meek and lowly mind ; 
 
 But passion rages like the sea, 
 And pride is restless as the wind, 
 
 3 "Bless'd is the man, whose shoulders take 
 My yoke, and bear it with delight ; 
 
 My yoke is easy to his neck, 
 
 My grace shall make the burden light." 
 
 Aff 4 Jesus ! we come at thy command. 
 
 With faith, and hope, and grateful love ; 
 
 We yield our spirits to thy hand 
 
 To mould us for thy house above ! watts. 
 
 133. (i- 112.) C. M. Stephens, Colcliestei-. 
 
 The Brazen Serpent. 
 \ THE Hebrew prophet rais'd, of old^ 
 The brazen serpent high ; 
 And all the wounded, who behold, 
 Cease to despond and die ! 
 
432 HYMN 134. [of christ and 
 
 2 "Look upward in the dying hour. 
 And live !" — the prophet cries ; 
 
 mf But Christ exerts a nobler pow'r. 
 When faith lifts up her eyes. 
 
 3 High on the cross the Savior hung! 
 High in the heav'ns he reigns ! 
 Here sinners, by th' old serpent stung. 
 Look and forget their pains. 
 
 mp 4 When God's own Son is lifted high, 
 
 < A dying world revives ; 
 
 The Jew beholds redemption nigh, 
 
 Th' expiring Gentile lives 1 watts, 
 
 134, (ii« 118.) L. M, Clyde, Timsbury, 
 
 The Priesthood of Christ. 
 1 BLOOD has a voice to pierce the skies ; 
 ''Revenge," the blood of Abel cries: 
 mp But the dear stream, when Christ was slain. 
 Speaks '-peace" as loud from ev'ry vein: 
 
 Pardon and peace from God on high \ 
 Behold, He lays his vengeance by. 
 And reJDels, who deserve his sword. 
 Become the fav'rites of the Lord. 
 
 i 
 
 pif 3 To Jesus let our praises rise, 
 Who gave his life a sacrifice ; 
 Now He appears before our God, 
 And for our pardon pleads his blood, watts, 
 
 135. S. M. Lathrop, Olmutz, 
 
 Crucified to the World by the Cross* 
 Aff 1 O, SUFF'RER on the cross, 
 Expiring on the tree. 
 May I regard all things but loss, 
 Compar'd with knowing Thee ! 
 
 2 For sin outpour'd, thy blood 
 Doth wash away my stain, 
 Doth cleanse me with its crimson flood, 
 And make me pure again. 
 
 S Thou didst subdue the grave, 
 And rise to heav'nly light ; 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 137. 433 
 
 And Thou hast now all pow'r to sn,VQ 
 From narrow house of night. 
 
 4 O, teach me first to die. 
 And then from death restore ; 
 Give me a mansion, Lord, on high, 
 Where all thy name adore ! allen. 
 
 136. (i'u 139,) L. M. Brentford, Bulfinch Str, 
 The Example of Christ, 
 
 Aff 1 MY dear Redeemer, and my Lord ! 
 I read my duty in thy word. 
 But in thy life the law shines bright, 
 It stands in characters of light. 
 
 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, 
 Such deference to thy Father's will, 
 Such love, and meekness so divine, 
 
 I would transcribe and make them mine, 
 
 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 
 Witness'd the fervor of thy prayer ; 
 The desert thy temptations knew, 
 Thy conflict and thy vict'ry too, 
 
 4 Be Thou my pattern; make me bear 
 More of thy gracious image here ! 
 
 Then God, the Judge, my name shall own 
 Amongst the blest before his throne ! watts, 
 
 137. 7s. Norwich. Hampton. 
 Christ our Example in Suffering, 
 
 1 GO to dark Gethsemane, 
 
 Ye, that feel the tempter's power J 
 Your Redeemer's conflict see, 
 
 Watch with Him one bitter hour: 
 Lo, his sweat and anguish'd sigh! 
 Learn of Jesus Christ to die.^ 
 
 2 Follow to the judgment-hall ; 
 
 View the Lord of life arraigned ; 
 O, the wormwood and the gall ! 
 
 O, the pangs, his soul sustained ! 
 Shun not suff'ri.ng, shame, or loss ; 
 Learn of Him to bear the cross. 
 37 
 
434 HYMN 138. [of christ aisd 
 
 3 Calv'ry's mournful mountain climb; 
 
 There, adoring at his feet, 
 Mark that miracle of time, 
 
 God's own sacritice complete : . 
 
 "It is finish'd!" — hear the cry 
 Learn of Jesus Christ to die! 
 
 4 Early hasten to the tomb, 
 
 Where they laid his breathless clay ; 
 All is solitude and frloom ; 
 
 Who hath taken Him away? 
 Christ is ris'n ! — He meets our eyes! 
 Savior! teach us so to rise! Montgomery. 
 
 138. (ii. 140.) C. M. Kendall. Bowdoin Squai 
 Example of Christ and Saints. 
 1 THE saints above once here below 
 Bedew'd their couch with tears: 
 They wrestled hard, as we do now, 
 With sins, and doubts, and fears. 
 
 1 
 
 2 I ask them, whence their vict'ry rose? 
 They, with united breath, 
 mf Say, '^Jesus conquer'd all our foes ; 
 We triumph by his death !" 
 
 — 3 They mark'd the footsteps, which He trod, 
 His zeal inspir'd their breast. 
 And, folPwing their incarnate God, 
 They gain'd the promis'd rest. 
 
 4 The Lamb we praise with pure delight 
 For his own pattern given. 
 While clouds of witnesses in sight 
 Show the same path to heaven. watts. 
 
 139. (i. 97. ) L. M. Brentford. St. Paul's. 
 
 Christ our Righteousness. 
 1 BURIED in shadows of the night, 
 We lie, till Christ restores the light ; 
 Wisdom descends to heal the blind. 
 And chase the darkness of the mind. 
 
 mp 2 Our guilty souls are drown 'd in tears, 
 
 Till his atoning blood appears ; 
 
 Then we awake from deep distress, 
 mf And sing, "The Lord, our righteousness." 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 141. 435 
 
 — 3 Jesus beholds, where Satan reigns, 
 
 Binding his slaves in heavy chains ; 
 He sets the pris'ners free, and breaks 
 The iron bondage from our necks. 
 
 aff 4 Poor, helpless worms in Thee possess 
 
 Grace, wisdom, pow'r, and righteousness ; 
 
 Thou art our mighty All, — and we 
 
 Give our whole selves, Lord, to Thee ! 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 140. (i. 119.) C. M, Kendall. Bowdoin Square. 
 
 Effects of the Gospel. 
 
 1 CHRIST and his cross is all our theme ; 
 The myst'ries, that we speak. 
 
 Are scandal in the Jew's esteem, 
 And folly to the Greek. 
 
 2 But souls, enlighten'd from above, ' 
 With joy receive the word ; 
 
 They see what wisdom, pow'r and love 
 Shine in their dying Lord. 
 
 3 The vital savor of his name 
 Restores their fainting breath, 
 But unbelief perverts the same 
 
 > To guilt, despair, and death. 
 
 — 4 Till God diffuse his grace around. 
 
 Like show'rs of heav'nly rain. 
 
 In vain Apollos sows the ground 
 
 And Paul may plant in vain! watts. 
 
 141. L. 31. Duke Str. Trenton. 
 Behold the Man ! John 19. 
 
 1 BEHOLD the Man! How glorious He! 
 Before his foes He stands una wed. 
 And, without wrong or blasphemy. 
 
 He claims to be the Son of God. 
 
 2 Behold the Man! By all condemned, 
 Assaulted by a host of foes ; 
 
 His person and his claims contemned, 
 A man of suff'rings and of woes. 
 
 3 Behold the Man ! So weak He seems, 
 His awful word inspires no fear ; 
 
II 
 
 4S6 HYMN 142. [of christ and 
 
 But soon must he, who now blasphemes. 
 Before his judgment-seat appear. 
 
 4 Behold the Man ! Though scorn'd below^ 
 He bears the greatest name above ; 
 mf The angels at his footstool bow, 
 And all his royal claims approve ! 
 
 Montgomery's coli 
 
 142. S. M. Olney. Watchman. 
 Gospel Invitations^ 
 
 mp 1 THE Spirit's voice doth break 
 In softness, — ''Sinner, come ;" 
 The Bride, the Church of Christ, doth speak 
 To all his children, — "come!" 
 
 2 Let him, that heareth, say 
 To all about him, — "come!" 
 Ye souls athirst, come, while you may, — 
 To Christ, the fountain, come! 
 
 — S Yes, whosoever will, 
 
 O, let him freely come ; 
 Come now to Zion's holy hill, 
 For Jesus bids thee come ! 
 
 mf 4 Lo! Jesus, thron'd in power. 
 Declares, "I quickly come!" 
 Lord, even so! I wait thine hour: 
 Jesus, my Savior, — come ! episc. coll. 
 
 143. (i* 98.) S. M. Boylston. Utica, 
 
 Christ our Savior. 
 1 HOW heavy is the night. 
 That hangs upon our eyes, 
 Till Christ with his reviving light 
 On our dark souls arise ? 
 
 Our guilty spirits dread 
 To meet the wrath of heaven ; 
 But, in his righteousness arrayed, 
 We see our sins forgiven. 
 
 Unholy and impure 
 Are all our thoughts and ways ; 
 His hands infected nature cure 
 With sanctifying grace. 
 
 1 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 145. 437 
 
 4 The pow'rs of hell agree 
 To hold our souls in vam ; 
 mf He sets the sons of bondage free. 
 And breaks the sinful chain. 
 
 — 5 Lord, we adore thy ways 
 
 To bring us near to God, 
 mf Thy sov'reign pow'r, thy healing grace. 
 And thine atoning blood! watts. 
 
 14i4. 7s. Nuremburg. WashiDgton Str. 
 
 A Savior in Trouble. Luke 8. 
 
 1 FLOATING on the inland sea, 
 Jesus found unbroken sleep. 
 Though the waves were raging free 
 On the face of storrn-lash'd deep. 
 
 2 Now a voice breaks on his ear, — 
 ^'Master! save us, or w^e die ! 
 Save us, or w^e perish here ! 
 Lord, awake ! to Thee Ave cry !" 
 
 mf 3 Jesus said, ^^Cease, storm, to blow! 
 
 > Waves ! be calm, as infant's sleep !" 
 
 mp Straight his word the tempests know ; — 
 
 > Ruffled lake finds calmness deep ! 
 
 — 4 Tempted souls, whom dangers fright, 
 
 Trembling, tost on mountain waves, 
 mf Call on Jesus with your might ; 
 
 Trust in Him, for Jesus saves! allen. 
 
 145. L M. Enou. Italy. 
 
 Behold the Lamb* 
 1 DOES conscience al] thy sins, so great, 
 Array before thy weeping eyes ? 
 And dost thou sink beneath their weight? 
 mf '^Behold the Lamb of sacriiice !" 
 
 — 2 Hear'st thou the thunders of the law? 
 
 Do lightnings gleam along the skies? 
 *'A hiding place" the prophet saw ; 
 mf ^'Behold the Lamb of sacrifice ! 
 
 mp 3 With awful judgment-pomp in view 
 
 Dread'st thou the day, when dead men rise? 
 37* 
 
4S8 HYMN 146. [of christ and 
 
 The Judge is thy Redeemer too ; 
 «f "Behold the Lamb of sacrifice!" 
 
 4 0, think of that bright day and good, 
 When voice of men and angels cries, 
 f Like rush of mighty water-flood, — 
 
 "Behold the Lamb of sacrifice !" allen. 
 
 146. L. M. Hebron. Haydn. 
 Christ standing at the Door. 
 
 1 JESUS is standing at the door, 
 He knocks for entrance to the heart ; 
 On you rich blessings He would pour. 
 Salvation's joys He would impart. 
 
 mp 3 And shall the Savior knock in vain, 
 And will ye shut him from your soul.^ 
 Shall beggars thus a Prince disdain, 
 Who comes each sorrow to control? 
 
 mff 8 Jesus I our hearts we open wide ; 
 
 We would thy blessed presence know ; 
 
 O, enter in, and here abide. 
 
 While everlasting ages flow ! allen. 
 
 147. 7s. Nuremburg. Broad Street. 
 Christ giving Sight to the Blinds 
 
 Aff 1 "I WAS blind, but now I see!" 
 Lord, how great thy love to me I 
 Thou didst speak the word, and lo, 
 Light outshines, and joys o'erflowl 
 
 ^ Darkness now hath pass'd away, 
 Nature shines in beams of day ; 
 Ev'ry object doth express 
 Goodness, grace, and loveliness. 
 
 8 Path to paradise on high. 
 Where the dwellers never sigh, 
 Way to heav'nly glory bright. 
 Thou hast open'd to my sight ! 
 
 4 Ever as a child of day 
 May I walk the upward way, 
 Till Thou bring me, in thy love, 
 To eternal light above ! allen. 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 150. 439 
 
 148. L. M. Uxbridge. Timsbury. 
 Star of Bethlehem. 
 
 1 ONCE on the raging seas I rode ; 
 
 The storm was loud, — the night was dark. 
 The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blowed 
 The wind, that toss'd my found'ring bark. 
 
 2 The gloomiest horror then was mine ; 
 Ah, how could I death's current stem? 
 But suddenly a star did shine, 
 
 mf It was the star of Bethlehem! 
 
 — 3 It was my guide, my saving light ; 
 
 It bade my dark forebodings cease. 
 
 And through the stoi;m and dreadful night 
 
 It led me to the port of peace. 
 
 4 Now safely moor'd, my perils o'er, 
 mf I'll sing, first in night's diadem, 
 Forever and forevermore. 
 The star, the star of Bethlehem ! white. 
 
 149. (ii.88.) CM. Kendall. BowdoiD Square* 
 
 Salvation* 
 mf 1 SALVATION! O the joyful sound! 
 'Tis pleasure to our ears ; 
 A sov'reign balm for ev*ry wound, 
 A cordial for our fears. 
 
 mp 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin. 
 At hell's dark door we lay ; 
 
 — But, lighten 'd by the grace within. 
 We see a heavn'ly day. 
 
 f 3 Salvation ! let the echo fly 
 
 The spacious earth around. 
 
 While all the armies of the sky 
 •< Conspire to raise the sound ! witts. 
 
 150. (ii. 4.) L. M, Clyde. Timfibury. 
 
 Salvation by Christ. 
 
 Aff 1 HERE at thy cross, my Savior-God, 
 
 I lay my soul beneath thy love ! 
 
 O, wash me, Jesus, in thy blood, 
 
 And fit me for a throne above ? 
 
440 HYMN 151. [of christ and 
 
 2 Should worlds conspire to drive me hence, 
 Moveless and firm this heart should lie, 
 Resolv'dj for that's my last defence. 
 If I must perish, here to die. 
 
 3 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear ; 
 Am I not safe beneath thy shade.'' 
 Thy vengeance will not strike me here, 
 Nor Satan dare my soul invade. 
 
 mf 4 I'm safe ; and naught my soul shall harm ; 
 
 Thy blood shall cleanse my guilt away ; 
 
 Thy voice each rising fear shall calm, 
 < And guide me up to realms of day ! watts. 
 
 151. H. M. xXcwbury. Haddam. | 
 Ancient Types of Christ. | 
 
 1 ISRAEL, in ancient day, 
 Not only had a view 
 Of Sinai in a blaze, 
 But learn'd the gospel too: 
 
 In types and figures they might trace 
 The features of the Savior's face. 
 
 2 The paschal sacrifice, 
 And blood-besprinkled door. 
 Seen with enlighten^l eyes, 
 And once applied with power, 
 
 Would teach the need of other blood ' 
 
 To reconcile an angry God. I 
 
 Aff 3 Jesus I I love to trace, T 
 
 Throughout the sacred page. 
 
 The footsteps of thy grace 
 
 The same in ev'ry age : 
 O, grant, that I may faithful be 
 To clearer light, vouchsafd to me! cowper. 
 
 152. 73. KirabalJ. Blue Town. 
 Redeeming Love. 
 
 mp 1 MOURNING souls, dry up your tears. 
 Banish all your guilty fears: 
 See your guilt and curse remove, 
 Cancell'd by redeeming love. 
 
 — 2 Welcome all, by sin oppress'd. 
 Welcome to the Savior's rest ! 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 154. 441 
 
 Nothing brought Him from above. 
 Nothing but redeeming love ! 
 
 mf 3 He subdued th^ infernal powers. 
 His tremendous foes and ours ; 
 From their long-held empire drove. 
 Mighty in redeeming love ! 
 
 4 Praise, then, Jesus, conqu'ring King! 
 Strike aloud each tuneful string ! 
 Mortals, join the hosts above. 
 Join to praise redeeming love ! 
 
 langford's coll. 
 
 153. 8&7. Worthing. Sicilian Hymn. 
 Miracle of Love* 
 
 Aff 1 HAIL! my Jesus ever blessed! 
 Only Thee I wish to sing ; 
 Unto Thee my song's addressed, 
 Thee, my Prophet, Priest, and King ! 
 
 2 O ! what mercy flows from heaven ? 
 Christ, from Thee, enthron'd above? 
 Love I much? I've much forgiven ; 
 I'm a miracle of love ! 
 
 f 3 Shout, ye bright angelic choir ! 
 rap Praise the Lamb, who died for me ! 
 
 While, astonish'd, I admire 
 
 God's rich love and mercy free ! 
 
 aff 4 O, what wondrous grace from heaven, 
 From the Savior, thron'd above? 
 Love I much ? I've much forgiven ; 
 I'm a miracle of love ! wingrove. 
 
 154. CM. Kendall. Bowdoin Square. 
 
 Thirsting for Christ, 
 
 Aflf 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 ! 
 
442 HYMN 155. [or christ and 
 
 3 A heart in ev'ry thought renew'd. 
 And full of love divine ; 
 
 Sincere, and right, and pure, and good, 
 A copy, Lord, of thine ! 
 
 4 My heart. Thou know'st, can never rest, 
 Till Thou create my peace, 
 
 Till of my Eden, repossess'd, 
 From ev'ry sin I cease. 
 
 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart. 
 Come quickly from above. 
 
 And write thy name upon my heart, — 
 
 Thy new, best name of love! wesley's coll. 
 
 155. L. M. BeWille, Martin's Lane. 
 
 Trust in Christ. 
 Aff 1 O LAMB! O Lamb! could I behold 
 
 And keep my eye still lix'd on Thee, 
 The Tempter's snares, though manifold, 
 
 Could never fright or trouble me ; 
 For through thy ail-atoning blood 
 I still should find a way to God. 
 
 2 For from thy death springs forth a light. 
 
 Which clearly shows our sins forgiven, 
 Dispels the clouds of nature's night, 7 
 
 Assures us, that we're heirs of heav'n: 
 No more can darkness fill that heart. 
 Which doth not from the Savior part. 
 
 3 Astonish'd at thy feet I fall ; 
 
 Thy love exceeds my highest thought: 
 Henceforth be Thou my all in all, 
 
 Thou ! who with blood my soul hast bought ; 
 O may I hence more faithful prove, 
 And ne'er forget thy dying love ! 
 
 MORAVIAN COLL. 
 156. 8. 7. &4. Brest. Calvary. 
 
 Trust in Christ. 
 1 O, MY soul, what means this sadness ! 
 Wherefore art thou thus cast down? 
 Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness ; 
 Bid thy restless fears be gone : 
 
 Look to Jesus, 
 And rejoice in Him alone. 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 158. 443 
 
 2 Though ten thousand ills beset thee 
 From without and from within, 
 Jesus saith. He'll ne'er forget thee. 
 But will save from hell and sin : 
 
 He is able 
 To subdue the pow'r of sin. 
 
 3 Though distresses now attend thee. 
 And thou tread'st the thorny road. 
 His right hand shall still defend thee 5 
 Soon He'll bring thee home to God : 
 
 mf Therefore praise Him, — 
 
 Widely spread his fame abroad! fawcett. 
 
 157. (ii. 59.) CM. Nichols. Nottingham, 
 
 Paradise on Earth. 
 
 1 WHEN Christ, with all his graces crowned, 
 Sheds his kind beams abroad, 
 
 'T is a newheav'n on earthly ground, 
 mf The paradise of God ! 
 
 2 A blooming Eden, full of joy. 
 In this wild desert springs ; 
 
 And every sense I straight employ 
 On sweet, celestial things. 
 
 — 3 The fragrant plants around appear, 
 And each his glory shows ; 
 The rose of Sharon blossoms here, 
 The fairest flow'r, that blows. 
 
 4 Yet to the garden in the skies 
 My feet w^ould rather go ; 
 
 mf For there unwith'ring flow 'rs arise. 
 
 And joys perpetual grow! watts. 
 
 158. 7&6. Missionary Hymn, 
 Christ's Love to Man. 
 
 1 WISE men have measur'd mountains, 
 And fathom'd depths of seas. 
 Have trac'd the hidden fountains. 
 And seaixh'd deep mysteries ; 
 But they have fail'd to measure 
 What most might blessings prove. 
 
i 
 
 444 HYMN 159. [of christ and 
 
 And fail'd to find the treasure 
 mp Of Christ's most wondrous love. 
 
 — 2 But sure no rock-crown'd mountain 
 -< So lofty lifts its head, 
 
 — And from no welling fountain 
 Such joys are widely spread:— 
 The love of Christ, transcending 
 
 mf Yon heav'ns' exalted height, 
 
 Is flowing love, — ne'er ending, — 
 
 In God's own glorious light ! allen. M \ 
 
 159. 8fl. Wilworth. Wanworth. 
 
 Love to Christ. 
 aff 1 MY gracious Redeemer I love. 
 His praises aloud I'll proclaim ; 
 And join with the armies above 
 To snout his adorable name. 
 
 2 To gaze on his glories divine 
 Shall be my eternal employ ; — 
 To feel them incessantly shine^ 
 My boundless, ineffable joy. 
 
 3 He freely redeem'd with his blood 
 My soul from the confines of hell, 
 To live on the smiles of my God, 
 And in his blest presence to dwell ; 
 
 4 To shine with the angels of light. 
 With saints and with seraphs to sing ; 
 To view with eternal delight 
 My Jesus, my Savior, my King ! 
 
 mf 5 Ye palaces, sceptres, and crowns. 
 Your pride with disdain I survey ; 
 Your pomps are but shadows and sounds, 
 And pass in a moment away; 
 
 6 The crown, that my Savior bestows, 
 Yon permanent sun shall outshine ; 
 My joy everlastingly flows, — 
 inp My God, my Redeemer is mine ! frai^cis 
 
 i 
 
 II 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 161. 445 
 
 160. (i. 108.) S. M. Olney. Watchman, 
 
 Christ Beloved. 
 
 1 THOUGH with our mortal eyes 
 We've not beheld the Lord, 
 
 aflf His name imparts the sweetest joys ; 
 We love Him in his word. 
 
 2 On earth we want the sight 
 Of our Redeemer's face ; 
 
 Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight 
 To dwell upon thy grace. 
 
 3 And, when w^e taste thy love^ 
 mf Our joys divinely grow 
 
 Unspeakable, like those above, 
 
 And heav'n begins below! watts. 
 
 161. 7s. Edyfield, Pilgrim, 
 Love to Christ. 
 
 Aff 1 JESUS ! all-atoning Lamb, 
 Thine, and only thine I am ; 
 Take my body, spirit, soul ; 
 Only Thou possess the whole ! 
 
 2 Whom have I on earth below.'* 
 Thee and only Thee I know ; 
 Whom have I in heav'n, but Thee? 
 Thou art all in all to me ! 
 
 3 All my treasure is above ; 
 All my riches is thy love ; 
 Who the worth of love can tell .^ 
 Boundless, and unsearchable ! 
 
 4 Thou, O Love, my portion art: 
 
 Lord, Thou know'st my guileless heart: 
 Other comforts I despise : 
 Love be all my paradise. 
 
 5 Nothing else can I require : 
 Love fills up my whole desire ; 
 All thy other gifts remove. 
 Still Thou giv'st me all in love ! 
 
 Wesley's coll. 
 38 
 
446 HYMN 162. [of christ and 
 
 lo2. L. M. Hingham. Miss. Chant. 
 
 My Redeemer liveth. 
 Aff 1 "I KNOW, that my Redeemer lives ;" 
 What joys and hopes this sentence gives? 
 The Savior lives, who once was dead, 
 Exalted now my glorious Head ! 
 
 2 He lives, — to silence all my fears. 
 To wipe away my bitter tears, 
 To plead for me with God above, 
 To bless me with his saving love. 
 
 3 He lives, — my kind and heav'nly Friend, 
 And He will love me to the end ; 
 
 mf His praises I will joyful sing, — 
 
 My Teacher, and my Priest, and King ! 
 
 4 He lives, — all glory to his name! 
 Jesus, Redeemer, still the same: 
 
 mp O, the sweet joy, this sentence gives, — 
 
 ''I know, that my Redeemer lives !" medley. 
 
 lOti. 7s. Nuremburg, Pilgrim, 
 
 Love to Christ. 
 
 Aff 1 HOLY Lamb! who Thee receive. 
 Who in Thee begin to live. 
 Day and night they cry to Thee, — 
 As Thou art, so let us be ! 
 
 2 Fix, O fix my wav'ring mind! 
 To thy cross my Spirit bind: 
 Earthly passions far remove ; 
 Swallow up my soul in love. 
 
 5 Jesus ! when thy light we see. 
 All our soul's athirst for Thee : 
 When thy quickening pow'r we prove, 
 All our heart dissolves in love. 
 
 4 Boundless wisdom, pow'r divine, 
 Love unspeakable are thine ! 
 Praise by all to Thee be given, — 
 All on earth, and all in heaven ! 
 
 Wesley's coll. 
 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 166. 447 
 
 164f. 7s. Edy field. German Hymn. 
 
 Love to Christ. 
 [From the Latin of Xavier.] 
 Aff 1 JESUS, Savior, Thee I love, 
 Not for hope of joys above, 
 Not for dread of pam below, 
 But for what of Thee I know. 
 
 2 On the cross outstretch'd, I see 
 What Thou didst endure for me : 
 O, what anguish Thou didst bear, 
 Pierced by the nails and spear.'' 
 
 3 Should I not Thee, Jesus, love.— 
 Not for hope of joys above, — 
 Not for dread of pain below, — 
 But because thy blood did flow.^ 
 
 4 Jesus, Savior, I love Thee, 
 
 Just as Thou didst love e'en me ; 
 mf Thou art. Lord, my Savior-King, 
 
 And thy praise I'll ever sing ! allen-. 
 
 165. (ii. 5.) L. M. Truro. Timsbury. 
 
 Praise to Christ. 
 Aff 1 LORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll 
 O'er the sharp sorrows of thy soul. 
 And read my Maker's broken laws 
 Repair'd and honor'd by the cross : — 
 
 2 When I behold sin, hell, and death 
 All vanquish'd by thy dying breath. 
 And see the man, that groan'd and died. 
 Sit glorious by his Father's side ; 
 
 mf 5 My passions rise and soar above ; 
 
 I'm wing'd with faith, and fir'd with love: 
 Fain would I reach eternal things. 
 And learn the notes, that Gabriel sings ! 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 166. (ii. 15.) L. M. Clyde. Rothwell. 
 
 Delight in Christ. 
 1 FAR from mj^ thoughts, vain w^orld, be gone 5 
 Let my religious hours alone: 
 Fain would my eyes my Savior see 5 
 aff I wait a visit, Lord, from Thee ! 
 
ANli 
 
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 448 HYMN 167. [of christ 
 
 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, 
 And kindles with a pure desire: 
 Come, blessed Jesus, from above, 
 And cheer my soul with heav'nly love. 
 
 mf 3 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine! 
 In Thee thy Father's glories shine: 
 And they, who dwell in thy blest sight, 
 Do dwell in heav'n's eternal light! watts. 
 
 167. L. M. Hebron. Germau Hymn, 
 
 Union to Christ. 
 Aff 1 LORD, take my heart, and let it be 
 Forever clos'd to all but Thee ! 
 Seal Thou my breast, and let me wear 
 That pledge of love forever there. 
 
 2 How blest are they, who still abide 
 Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side? 
 Who life and strength from thence derive, — 
 By Thee who move, in Thee who live ! 
 
 9 How can it be. Thou heav'nly King, 
 That Thou shouldst us to glory bring! 
 Make slaves the partners of thy throne, 
 Deck'd with a never fading crown ! 
 
 MORAVIAN COLL 
 
 268, L. M. Hebron. Nazareth, 
 
 Prayer to Christ. 
 Aff 1 WHEN rising floods my soul o'erflow, 
 When sinks my heart in waves of wo, 
 Jesus ! thy timely aid impart, 
 And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 
 
 2 Search, prove my heart ; it pants for Thee ; 
 O, burst these bonds, and set it free! 
 Wash out its stains, refine its dross, 
 
 Nail my affections to thy cross ! 
 
 3 Savior, where'er thy steps I see, 
 Undaunted will I follow Thee ! 
 O, let thy hand support me stilly 
 And lead me to thy holy hill ! 
 
 4 If rough and thorny be the way, 
 My strength proportion to my day ; 
 
 i 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 170. 449 
 
 The toil, and grief, and pain shall cease. 
 Where all is calm, and joy, and peace ! 
 
 WESLEY'S COLL. 
 
 169. 73. Turin. Redeeming Love. 
 Prayer to Christ. 
 
 Aff I SAVIOR ! when in dust to Thee 
 Low we bow th' adoring knee ; 
 O, by all the pains and wo. 
 Suffered once for man below, 
 Bending from thy throne on high. 
 Hear us, as lo Thee we cry ! 
 
 2 By thy days of sore distress 
 In the savage wilderness, — 
 By the dread, permitted hour 
 
 Of th' insulting tempter's power, — 
 Turn, O turn a pitying eye, 
 Hear us, as to Thee we cry ! 
 
 3 By the cross, the nail, the thorn. 
 Piercing spear, and tort'ring scorn ; 
 By the gloom, that veil'd the skies 
 O'er the dreadful sacrifice, — 
 From thy seat above the sky 
 Listen to our humble cry ! 
 
 4 By the deep, expiring groan. 
 By the sad, sepulchral stone, 
 
 — O ! from earth to heav'n restored. 
 Mighty, re-ascended Lord, 
 From thy throne in yon blue sky. 
 Listen, listen to our cry ! grant. 
 
 170. 7 & 6. Richmond. Amsterdam. 
 Prayer to Christ. 
 
 aff 1 JESUS ! Thou dost reign above, 
 And Thou shalt reign below ; 
 Naught thy kingdom fu^m shall move. 
 Thy purpose overthrow^: 
 All the earth thy light shall see. 
 All the earth shall praise thy power 3 
 Lord, thy glorious majesty 
 Let heav'n and earth adore! 
 38* 
 
450 HYMN 171. [of christ ap 
 
 2 Jesus, Savior ! make us thine. 
 And stamp thine image here ; 
 Grant us, Lord, thy grace divine, — 
 With thy sweet mercy cheer. 
 Thou hast ransom'd us from hell, 
 Thou hast sav'd us by thy blood ; 
 O, that we in heav'n may dwell. 
 To praise Thee with the good ! allen. 
 
 171. 8 & 7. Worthing. Greenville. 
 Prayer to Christ. 
 
 aff 1 LOVE divine, all love excelling, 
 Joy of heav'n to earth comedow^n. 
 Fix in us thy humble dwelling. 
 All thy faithful mercies crown: 
 
 2 Come, almighty to deliver. 
 Let us all thy grace receive ; 
 Suddenly return, — and never. 
 Never more thy temples leave. 
 
 3 Finish, then, thy new creation, 
 Pure and spotless let us be ; 
 Let us see thy great salvation 
 Perfectly restor'd in Thee : 
 
 4 Chang'd from glory into glory, 
 Till in heav'n we take our place. 
 Till we cast our crowns before Thee, 
 Lost in wonder, love, and praise ! 
 
 Wesley's coll. 
 
 172. 8s&7s. Sicily. Greenville. 
 Prayer to Christ for Mercy. 
 
 Aff 1 JESUS ! save me, or I perish ! 
 
 Guilt weighs heavy on my heart: 
 Fled the hopes, I once did cherish. 
 All delusions now depart. 
 
 2 Shall I trust in tales of error ? 
 Shall I deem the danger slight ? 
 Ah, what scenes of fear and terror 
 When eternal truth shines bright? 
 
 5 I am lost, but Thou canst save me ; 
 Save me, Lord, for thine own sake ! 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 174. 451 
 
 In atoning blood now la\'e me ; 
 Of thy love let me partake ! 
 
 4 Fled the hopes, I once did cherish, 
 All delusions now depart ; 
 Jesus ! save me, or I perish ! 
 Jesus ! cheer my broken heart ! alleit. 
 
 173. C. M. Litchfield]. Stephens, 
 Prayer to Christ for Mercy. 
 
 Aff 1 JESUS, Redeemer, Savior, Lord, 
 The weary sinner's Friend ! 
 Be Thou my help ; pronounce the word. 
 And bid my troubles end. 
 
 fi Deliv'rance, peace, and joy proclaim, 
 And life and liberty ; 
 Shed forth the virtue of thy name, 
 A Savior prove to me ! 
 
 3 Thou canst o'ercome this heart of mine, 
 Thou wilt victorious prove ; 
 For everlasting strength is thine. 
 And everlasting love ! 
 
 mf 4 Speak, Lord! the deaf shall hear thy voice, 
 
 The blind his sight receive, 
 < The dumb in songs of praise rejoice, 
 > The heart of stone believe! weslet's coll. 
 
 174. 8,7&4. Zion. Greenville. 
 
 Prayer for Christ's Guidance, 
 
 Aff 1 GENTLY, Lord, ! gently guide us, 
 As in tearful vale we move. 
 And, whate'er in life betide us, 
 Give us mercy from above : 
 
 O ! refresh us, 
 O, refresh us with thy love ! 
 
 2 Though ten thousand ills surround us, — 
 Cares, and fears, and bitter throes, — 
 Though afflictive arrows wound us. 
 Though assail'd by num'rous foes ; — 
 
 Jesus ! Savior ! 
 O, redeem us from our woes ! 
 
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 452 HYMN 175. [ofchristand 
 
 mp 3 Bring us, Lord, to peaceful dwelling 
 
 In thy presence in the sky ; 
 — There shall we be ever telling 
 
 Of thy grace, — for Thou didst die ; 
 mf Yes, Redeemer! 
 
 For us, sinners. Thou didst die ! allen. 
 
 175. L. M, Nashville. Mayhew. 
 Prayer to Christ. 
 
 Aff 1 O LOVE, how cheering is thy ray? 
 All pain before thy presence flies ; 
 Care, anguish, sorrow melt away, 
 
 Where'er thy healing beams arise: 
 i, Jesus, nothing may I see, — 
 Nothing desire or seek, — but Thee! 
 
 2 More hard than marble is my heart, 
 
 And foul with sins of deepest stain: 
 But Thou the mighty Savior art. 
 
 Nor flow'd thy cleansing blood in vain: 
 Ah, soften, melt this rock, — and may 
 Thy blood wash all these stains away ! 
 
 3 In sufPring be thy love my peace, 
 
 In weakness be thy love my power ! 
 And, when the storms qf life shall cease, 
 Jesus! — in that important hour, — 
 mf In death, as life, be Thou my guide. 
 And save me, who for me hast died ! 
 
 Wesley's col! 
 
 176. L- M. Belville. Newcourt. 
 Wrestling Jacob. Gen. 32. 
 
 aff 1 COME, O Thou Traveller unknown, 
 Whom still I hold but cannot see ! 
 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 I need not tell Thee who I am ; 
 
 My woful case and sin declare ; 
 Thyself hast call'd me by my name, — 
 
 Look on thy hands, and read it there ! 
 But who, — I ask Thee, — who art Thou ? 
 Tell me thy name, and tell me now ! 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 177. 453 
 
 3 In vain Thou strugglest to get free^ 
 
 I never will unloose my hold ; 
 Art Thou the man, that died for me? 
 
 The secret of thy love unfold : — 
 Wrestling I will not let Thee go. 
 Till I thy name, thy nature know. 
 
 4 What though my shrinking flesh complain. 
 
 And murmur to contend so long? 
 
 I rise superior to my pain : — 
 < When I am weak, then am I strong ! 
 
 mf And when my all of strength shall fail, 
 
 Stranger, I shall then prevail ! C. Wesley. 
 
 177. L. M. Belville. St. Helen. 
 
 Wrestling Jacob. Gen. 32. 
 
 aff 1 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 ! 
 
 2 'T is Love !— 't is Love ! — Thou diedst for me ; 
 pp I hear thy whisper in my heart ; 
 
 mf The morning breaks, the shadows flee, 
 Pure, universal Love Thou art ; 
 To me, to all, thy mercies move. 
 Thy Nature and thy name is Love ! 
 
 — 3 1 know Thee, Savior, who Thou art, 
 
 Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend ; 
 Nor wilt Thou with the night depart, 
 
 But stay and love me to the end: 
 tnf Thy mercies never shall remove. 
 Thy Nature and thy Name is Love. 
 
 — 4 Lame, as I am, I take the prey ; 
 
 Hell, earth, and sin with ease o'ercome ; 
 mf I leap for joy, pursue my way. 
 
 And, as a bounding hart, fly home ; 
 Through never ending years to prove, 
 Thy Nature and thy Name is Love ! 
 
 C. We s LET. 
 
454 HYMN 178. [op christ and 
 
 178. CM. Latrobe, York. 
 Think upon Me. Neh. 5. 
 
 aff 1 O THOU, from whom all goodness flows, 
 I lift my heart to Thee ; 
 In all my trials, conflicts, woes, 
 Dear Lord, remember me. 
 
 2 When, groaning, on my burdened heart 
 My sins lie heavily. 
 My pardon speak, new peace impart, 
 In love remember me. 
 
 3 If on my face, for thy dear name. 
 Reproach and shame shall be, 
 
 mf I'll hail reproach and welcome shame, 
 mp If Thou remember me. 
 
 — 4 The hour is near ; consigned to death, 
 
 I own thy just decree ; 
 Blest Savior, with my parting breath 
 mp I'll cry, — remember me ! haweis. 
 
 179. C. M. Nichols. NoUingham. 
 Praise to Christ. 
 
 mf 1 SING, all ye ransom'd of the Lord, 
 Your great Deliv'rer sing: 
 Ye pilgrims, tending Zion-ward, 
 Be joyful in your King! 
 
 — 2 His hand divine shall lead you on 
 
 Through all the blissful road. 
 
 Till ye the heav'nly prize have won. 
 
 And see your gracious God. 
 
 3 Bright garlands of immortal joy 
 Shall bloom on ev'ry head. 
 While pain, and scenes of sad annoy, 
 Like shadows, all are fled. 
 
 mf 4 March on, for your Redeemer's nigh ; 
 Pursue his footsteps still ; 
 With joyful hope still fiK your eye 
 On Zion's heav'nly hill ! doddridge. 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 181. 455 
 
 180, 8&7, Worthing. Sicilian Hymn, 
 Praise to the Redeemer. 
 
 aflf 1 Hi^IL, Thou once despised Jesus! 
 Thou didst free salvation bring ; 
 By thy death Thou didst release us 
 From the tyrant's deadly sting. 
 
 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, 
 All our sins on Thee were laid ; 
 Great High Priest, by God anointed. 
 Thou hast full atonement made. 
 
 3 Humble sinners are forgiven 
 Through the virtue of thy blood: 
 Open'd is the gate of heaven. 
 Peace is made for man with God. 
 
 mf 4 Jesus, hail! enthron'd in glory. 
 There forever to abide: 
 All the heav'nly hosts adore Thee, 
 Seated at thy Father's side! rippon's coll. 
 
 181. S. M. St, Thomas, Silver Street, 
 Praise to Christ, 
 
 aff 1 AWAKE, and sing a song 
 Of praise to Him, who died ; 
 Wake, ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue 
 To pour your joy's full tide. 
 
 mp 2 Sing of his d^iug love ; 
 <: Sing of his rising power ; 
 — Sing, how He intercedes above 
 For those, whose sins He bore. 
 
 mf 3 Sing on your heav'nward way. 
 Ye ransom'd sinners, sing ; 
 Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry day 
 In Christ, th' eternal King! 
 
 4 Soon shall we hear Him say, 
 mp '^Ye blessed children, come ;" 
 
 Soon w ill He call us hence away. 
 And take his wand'rers home. 
 
 mf 5 Soon shall our raptur'd tongue 
 Pour melody's full tide. 
 
456 HYMN 182. [of christ and 
 
 mp And sweeter voices tune the song 
 
 In heav'n to Him, who died! hammond. 
 
 182. 7s. PleyersH. Hamburg. 
 Preaching Christ. 
 
 1 WOULD you win a soul from hell? 
 mp Then of Jesus, Savior, tell! 
 
 Of the wonders of his love, 
 Coming down from heav'n above: 
 
 2 How the crimson blood did flow, 
 Down his cross to earth below. 
 From his hands, and feet, and side, 
 As in mighty grief He died ! 
 
 mf 3 Tell, how Jesus left the grave, 
 And has now all pow'r to save, — 
 Bidding ev'ry soul return, 
 Lest he soon in torment burn ! 
 
 4 Tell, how Jesus pardons sin, 
 Purifying all within ; 
 How He gives the weary rest. 
 How He makes his servants blest ! allen. 
 
 183. (ii.91.) CM. Kendall. Bowdoin Square. 
 
 The Glory of Christ in Heaven. 
 aff 1 OF pure delights what flowing streams, 
 What glories fill the place. 
 Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams 
 Of his outshining grace ? 
 
 2 Sweet majesty and awful love 
 Sit smiling on his brow, 
 
 And all the glorious ranks above 
 At humble distance bow. 
 
 3 Lord, while our faith enjoys this sight. 
 We long to leave our clay ; 
 
 We too would dwell in heav'nly light, 
 And there our homage pay! watts. 
 
 184. 7s. Hotham. Falmouth, 
 Praise of the Lamb. Rev. 7. 
 
 1 LO, before the throne there stood, 
 From the earth by goodness won. 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 185. 457 
 
 Rob'd in white, a multitude, 
 Countless, shouting as but one, — 
 f '^Praise and glory to our God, 
 Sitting on his heav'nly throne ; 
 Glory to the Lamb, whose blood 
 For our sins doth well atone !" 
 
 — 2 Angels too, while they adore. 
 
 Rapt in wonder, prostrate, said, — 
 mf ^'Wisdom, majesty, and power. 
 
 Honor, glory, thanks be paid 
 mp To the Lamb, that once was slain, 
 
 Unto whom we lowly bend, 
 f And to God in loudest strain, — 
 < Ceaseless, — ages without end ! allek". 
 
 185. (i. L) C. M. St. John's. Nottingham. 
 
 A Jfew Song to the Lamb. Rev. 5. 
 
 aff 1 THE glories of the Lamb survey. 
 Amidst his Father's throne : 
 New honors to his name now pay. 
 And songs before unknown. 
 
 2 Let elders worship at his feet, 
 The church adore around, 
 mp With vials full of odors sweet, 
 And harps of sweeter sound. 
 
 — 3 Those are the prayers of all the saints. 
 
 And these the hymns, they raise : 
 Jesus is kind to our complaints. 
 He loves to hear our praise. 
 
 f 4 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain. 
 We praises loud proclaim ; — 
 Salvation, glory, joy remain 
 Forever to thy name ! 
 
 mp 5 Thou has redeemed our souls with blood, 
 Hast set the pris'ners free. 
 Hast made us kings and priests to God ; 
 
 mf And we shall reign with Thee ! watts. 
 39 
 
4 
 
 458 HYMN 186. [of christ and 
 
 186. 6&4. Dort. Italian Hymn. 
 Christ's Triumph. 
 
 mf 1 LET us awake ourjoys. 
 
 Strike up with cheerful voice. 
 
 Each creature sing: 
 Angels, begin the song ; 
 Mortals, the strain prolong 
 In accents sweet and strong, 
 
 ''Jesus is King!" 
 
 — 2 He vanquish'd sin and hell, 
 
 And our last foe will quell ; 
 
 Mourners, rejoice! 
 His dying love adore, — 
 mf Praise Him, now rais'd in power, 
 Praise Him forevermore. 
 
 With joyful voice! 
 
 3 All hail the glorious day, I 
 
 When through the heav'nly way j 
 
 Lo, He shall come ! j 
 
 mp While they, who pierc'd Him, wail, I 
 
 — His promise shall not fail ; 1 
 Saints, see your King prevail: — " 
 
 mf Great Savior, come ! 
 
 iriNGSBURY. 
 
 187. (i.62.) CM. Westford. Melody. 
 
 The Lamb worshipped. Rev. 5. 
 mf 1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs 
 With angels round the throne ; 
 Ten thousand, thousand are their tongues. 
 But all their joys are one. 
 
 o '^Worthy the Lamb, that died," they cry, 
 To be exalted thus;"— 
 aff "Worthy the Lamb !" — our lips reply. 
 For He was slain for us !" 
 
 S Jesus is worthy to receive 
 Honor and pow^r divine , 
 And blessings more, than we can give. 
 Be, Lordy forever thine ! 
 
 mf 4 Let all beneath and in the sky 
 Their songs in concert raise, 
 
REDEMPTION.] HYMN 189. 459 
 
 Exalt thy wondrous glories high. 
 And speak thine endless praise ! 
 
 5 The whole creation join in one 
 To bless in joyful strain 
 The Father, sitting on the throne. 
 And Christ, the Lamb once slain ! watts. 
 
 188. 7s. Edyfield. Pilgrim. 
 
 Praise of Christ in Heaven. 
 mp 1 O, HOW sweet iii heav'n to sing 
 Wondrous love of Christ, our King ; 
 There extolling His blest name. 
 Who once bore the sinner's shame ? 
 
 2 'Tis a song, that ne'er shall close, 
 While time's current endless flows ; 
 'Tis a song of pure delight, 
 Sung by saints, array 'd in light ! 
 
 aff 3 Jesus! shall I join that song? 
 
 Shall my voice thy praise prolong? 
 Bring me to thy heav'nly throne. 
 All thy love to me make known? 
 
 4 I would join the heav'nly throng, 
 I would raise my endless song, — 
 mf "Glory, honor,^praise to Thee, 
 
 Who didst die m shame for me !" allen. 
 
 OF THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 189. L. M. Belville, Newcourt. 
 
 Prayer for the Spirit. 
 Aff 1 ETERNAL Spirit, source of light, 
 Enliv'ning, consecrating fire. 
 Descend and with a flame most bright 
 Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire ; 
 O, make our hearts thy chosen home! 
 CoQie, condescending Spirit, come ! 
 
 9 In our cold breasts O strike a spark 
 
 Of the pure flame, which seraphs feel, 
 Nor let us wander in the dark, 
 
460 HYMN 190. [of the 
 
 Nor lie benumm'd and stupicl still ; 
 Come, vivifying Spirit, come, 
 And make our hearts thy constant home. 
 
 3 Let pure devotion's fervor rise ; 
 Let every pious passion glow: 
 mf O, let the raptures of the skies 
 
 Be kindled in our hearts below! 
 mp Come, condescending Spirit, come, 
 
 And make our souls thy constant home ! 
 
 DAVIES. 
 
 190. (ii.34.) CM. Litchfield. Arlington. 
 
 Breathing after the Holy Spirit. 
 Aff 1 COME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 
 With all thy quick'ning powers! 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 In these cold hearts of ours. 
 
 mp 2 Alas ! we grovel here below, 
 Fond of these trifling toys ! 
 Our souls no warm aspirings know 
 For high, eternal joys. 
 
 3 In vain we tune our formal songs. 
 In vain we strive to rise ; 
 > Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
 And our devotion dies. 
 
 mp 4 Shall we, O Lord, forever be 
 In this poor, lifeless state ? 
 Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, 
 And thine to us so great? 
 
 mf 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 
 With all thy quick'ning powers ! 
 Come, shed abroad a Savior's love, 
 And that shall kindle ours ! watts, 
 
 191. I-M, Clyde. Trenton. 
 Prayer for the Spirit. 
 
 aflf 1 COME, Holy Ghost, all quick'ning fire! 
 Come, and my hallow'd heart inspire ; 
 Now to my soul thyself reveal, 
 Thy mighty workijig let me feel. 
 
HOLY SPIRIT.] HYMN 193. 461 
 
 2 O make me teachable and mild. 
 And may I^ as a little child^ 
 
 My lowly Master's steps pursue: 
 In love create Thou all things new. 
 
 3 Let earth no more my heart divide, 
 With Christ may I be crucified ; — 
 Dead to the world, and all its toys. 
 Its idle pomp, and fading joys. 
 
 4 Besprinkled with atoning blood. 
 May I indeed be born of God : 
 Thy witness with my spirit bear, 
 
 mf That God, my God, inhabits there ! 
 
 Wesley's coll. 
 
 192. L. M. Hebron. Alfreton. 
 
 Prayer for the Spirit. 
 aff 1 O SPIRIT of the Living, God! 
 In all thy plenitude of grace, 
 Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
 Descend on our apostate race ! 
 
 2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love 
 To preach the reconciling word ; 
 Give pow'r and unction from above. 
 Where'er the joyful sound is heard. 
 
 3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light. 
 Confusion order in thy path ; 
 
 Souls without strength inspire with might ; 
 Bid mercy triumph over w rath. 
 
 mf 4 Baptize the nations 5 far and nigh 
 The triumphs of the cross record ; 
 The name of Jesus glorify. 
 Till ev'ry kindred call Him Lord ! 
 
 MONTGOMERY. 
 193. C. M, Dedham, Arundel, 
 
 Prayer for the Spirit. 
 aflf 1 SPIRIT of Truth, to Thee we pray, 
 To Thee for help we cry. 
 To guide us through the dreary way 
 Of dark mortality. 
 39* 
 
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 4«8 HYMN 194. [of the 
 
 2 No heav'nly harpings soothe our ear, 
 No mystic dreams we share ; 
 Yet hope to feel thy comfort near, 
 And bless Thee in our prayer. 
 
 3 When tongues shall cease, and pow'r decay, 
 And knowledge empty prove, 
 
 Do Thou thy trembling servants stay 
 
 With faith, with hope, with love I heber. 
 
 194. L. M. Brewer. St, Paul's. 
 Prayer for the SpiriVs Guidance. 
 
 1 COME, gracious Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 
 With peace and comfort from above \ 
 Display to us thy glorious light, 
 
 And fill our souls w ith pure delight. 
 
 2 Lead us to holiness, — the road. 
 Which we must take to dwell with God 
 Lead us to Christ, — the living w ay, 
 Nor let us from his footsteps stray. 
 
 3 Lead us to God, — our final rest, 
 To be with Him forever blest: 
 Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share, — 
 
 mf Fulness of joy forever there ! brown. 
 
 195. S. M. Haverhill. Olmutz. 
 
 Prayer for the Spirit. 
 
 Aff 1 COME, Holy Spirit, come. 
 
 With beams of heav'nly light ; 
 
 Come, make our hearts thy blessed home, 
 
 And give us pure delight. 
 
 2 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, 
 To sanctify the soul, 
 mf To pour fresh life on ev'ry part. 
 And new create the whole ! 
 
 mp 3 Our guilty spirits heal 
 
 By pow'r of Jesus' blood, 
 mf And to our wond'ring view reveal 
 
 The secret love of God. 
 
 — 4 Our wand'ring thoughts reclaim. 
 Our doubts and fears remove, 
 
 II 
 
 I 
 
HOLY SPIRIT.] HYMN 197. 463 
 
 mf And kindle in our breasts the flame 
 
 Of never dying love! hart. 
 
 196. 7s. Edyfield. Broadstreet, 
 
 Prayer for the Spirit. 
 
 1 HOLY Ghost, with light divine 
 Shine upon this heart of mine ; 
 Chase the shades of night away. 
 Turn the darkness into day. 
 
 2 Holy Ghost, with pow'r divine 
 Cleanse this guilty heart of mine ; 
 Long has sin without control 
 Held dominion o'er my soul. 
 
 3 Holy Ghost, with joy divine 
 Cheer this sadden'd heart of mine ; 
 Bid my many woes depart, 
 
 Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 
 
 4 Holy Spirit, all divine. 
 
 Dwell within this heart of mine 5 
 mf Cast down ev'ry idol throne. 
 
 Reign supreme, — and reign alone ! reed. 
 
 197. H. M, Murray, St. PhillipV 
 
 Prayer for the Spirit, 
 Aff 1 O THOU, that hearest prayer, 
 Now hear our humble cry. 
 And let thy servants share 
 Thy blessing from on high : 
 We plead the promise of thy word ; 
 Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord! 
 
 2 If earthly parents hear 
 
 Their children, when they cry ; 
 
 If they, with love sincere. 
 
 Their children's wants supply ; 
 Much more wilt Thou thy love display. 
 And answer, when thy children pray. 
 
 S Our heav'nly Father Thou! 
 We, children of thy grace ! 
 O, let thy Spirit now 
 Descend and fill the place ; 
 
464 HYMN 198. [of the 
 
 So shall we feel the heav'nly flame. 
 And all unite to praise thy name. 
 
 pratt's coll. 
 
 198. (ii.l33.) L, M. St. Peter's. Ellenthorpe. 
 
 Influences of the Holy Spirit. 
 
 1 ETERNAL Spirit, we adore, 
 
 And praise the wonders of thy power ; 
 It brinirs the heav'nly blessinj^s down 
 From God, the Father, and the Son. 
 
 2 Enlighten'd by thy heav'nly ray, 
 Our shades and darkness turn to day ; 
 Thine inward teachings make us know 
 Our danger and our refuge too. 
 
 S Thy glorious pow'r doth work within, 
 And break the chains of reigning sin, 
 Doth our imperious lusts subdue, 
 And form our wretched hearts anew. 
 
 mp 4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice, 
 
 mf Thy cheering words awake our joys ; 
 
 -< Thy words allay the stormy wind, 
 
 >• And calm the surges of the mind. watts. 
 
 199. (i,95.) CM. Manchester. Newton, 
 
 Regeneration by the Spirit. 
 
 1 NOT all the outward forms on earth. 
 Nor rites, that God has given. 
 Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth 
 Can raise a soul to heaven, 
 
 2 The sov'reign will of God alone 
 Creates us heirs of grace, 
 Born in the image of his Son 
 A new, peculiar race ! 
 
 S The Spirit, like some heav'nly wind. 
 Blows on the sons of flesh, 
 New-models all the carnal mind, 
 And forms the man afresh. 
 
 mf 4 Our quicken'd souls awake, and rise 
 From the long sleep of death ; 
 On heav'nly things we fix our eyes, 
 And praise employs our breath ! watts. 
 
HOLY SPIRIT.] HYMN 201. 465 
 
 200. (ii. 130.) C. M, Newton. Christmas. 
 
 The new Creation^ 
 1 ATTEND while God's exalted Son 
 Doth his own glory shew! 
 Behold, He sits upon his throne. 
 Creating all things new. 
 
 aff 2 Mighty Redeemer, set me free 
 From my old state of sin ; 
 O, make my soul alive to Thee, 
 Create new pow'rs within. 
 
 3 Renew mine eyes, and form mine ears, 
 And mould my heart afresh ; 
 
 Give me new passions, joys, and fears, 
 And turn the stone to flesh. 
 
 4 Far from the regions of the dead, 
 From sin, and earth, and hell, 
 
 In the new world, by grace outspread, 
 
 I would forever dwell. watts. 
 
 201, CM, Christmas. Petcrboroagh. 
 
 Regeneration by the Spirit. 
 1 CAN aught beneath a pow'r divine 
 The stubborn will subdue.'' — 
 Aflf 'Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine 
 To form the heart anew. 
 
 3 'T is thine the passions to recall. 
 And upward bid them rise ; 
 To make the scales of error fall 
 From reason's darken'd eyes ; 
 
 3 To chase the shades of death away. 
 And bid the sinner live; — 
 
 A beam of heav'n, a vital ray, 
 'T is thine alone to give. 
 
 4 O, change these wretched hearts of ours. 
 And give them life divine ; 
 Then shall our passions and our powers, 
 
 ■f Almighty Lord, be thine i Steele. 
 
466 HYMN 203. [of the 
 
 202. C, M. Ipswich. Nazareth. 
 Regeneration by the Spirit. 
 
 Aff 1 O LORD, on darkness shed thy light, 
 And send thy renovating might ; 
 Create anew each guilty heart, 
 • And thine own image now impart. 
 
 2 Nor will nor pow'r of man can change 
 The love to sin, so fix'd and strange: 
 No voice but thine can wake the dead, 
 And lift them from corruption's bed ! 
 
 3 O, Thou, who art enthron'd above, 
 Now send thy Spirit down in love, 
 And let thy keen and pow'rful word 
 Pierce like the edi^e of glitt'ring sword. 
 
 4 Inspire the soul with love divine ; 
 Lord, make the will submit to thine, 
 
 mf And let the warm affections rise 
 
 To things eternal in the skies ! allen. 
 
 203. S. M. Haverhill. Olrautz, 
 Prayer for the Holy Spirit. 
 
 Aff 1 O, HOLY Spirit! come, 
 With energy divine ! 
 On nature's deep and cheerless gloom 
 In truth's bright splendor shine ! 
 
 2 Come, Holy Spirit, now, 
 Sent from Messiah's throne ! 
 Let penitential thoughts outflow 
 From smitten hearts of stone ! 
 
 3 O, Holy Spirit, come 
 mp And speak with mercy's voice! 
 mf O, come, and make each heart thy home ; 
 ■< Let ev'ry soul rejoice ! allen. 
 
 204. C. M. Kendall, China. 
 Prayer for the Spirit, 
 
 1 ALMIGHTY Spirit, now behold 
 A world, by sin destroyed: 
 Creating Spirit, as of old, 
 Move on the formless void ! 
 
HOLY SPIRIT.] HYMN 206. 467 
 
 2 If sang the morning stars for joy^ 
 When nature rose to view ; 
 
 What strains will angel-harps employ. 
 When Thou shalt all renew.'* 
 
 3 And, if the sons of God rejoice, 
 A Savior^s name to hear ; 
 
 How will the ransom'd raise their voice, 
 If Christ to them appear.'* 
 
 4 Lo, ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe, 
 Assembling round the throne. 
 The new creation shall ascril3e 
 
 To sovereign love alone ! pratt's coll. 
 
 205. C. M. Kendall, China. 
 The Spirit sent, 
 
 1 LET songs of praise now fill the sky! — 
 Christ, our ascended Lord, 
 
 Sends down the Spirit from on high, 
 Fulfilling thus his word. 
 
 2 The Spirit, by his heav'nly breath. 
 New life creates within : 
 
 He raises sinners from the death, 
 The woful death of sin. 
 
 3 The things of God the Spirit takes. 
 And unto men doth shew ; 
 
 The humble soul his temple makes, 
 God's image stamps anew. 
 
 4 Come, Holy Spirit, from above 
 With thy celestial fii'e ; 
 
 O come, with flames of zeal and love 
 
 Our hearts and tongues inspire ! cotterill* 
 
 206. 8, 6 & 4. Greenwood. 
 The Holy Ghost, the Comforter. 
 
 1 OUR blest Redeemer, ere He breathed 
 His tender, last farewell, 
 
 A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed, 
 With us to dwell. 
 
 2 He came in tongues of living flame 
 To teach, convince, fubdue ; 
 
468 HYMN 207. [of the 
 
 All powerful as the wind He came, 
 As viewless too. 
 
 3 He came sweet influence to impart, 
 A gracious, willing guest, 
 
 While He can find one humble heart, 
 Wherein to rest. 
 
 4 And his that gentle voice we hear. 
 Soft as the breath of even, 
 That checks each fault, that calms each fear, 
 
 And speaks of heaven. 
 
 5 And ev'ry virtue, we possess, 
 And ev'ry vict'ry won, 
 And ev'ry thought of holiness 
 
 Are his alone. 
 
 aff 6 Spirit of purity and grace, 
 Our weakness pitying see ; 
 
 make our hearts thy dwelling-place, 
 
 And worthier Thee! spirit of psalms._ 
 
 207. L. M. Belville. St. Helen's. 
 
 Prayer for the Comforter, 
 
 1 COME, Holy Ghost, my heart inspire! 
 
 Attest, that I am born again ; 
 Come, and baptize me now with fire, 
 Nor let thy former gifts be vain ; 
 
 1 cannot rest in sins forgiven ; 
 Where is the earnest of my heaven? 
 
 2 Where is the clear, undoubted seal, 
 
 That ascertains the kingdom mine? § 
 
 The pow'rful stamp, I long to feel, | 
 
 The signature of love divine! -' 
 
 O, shed it in my heart abroad, — 
 mf Fulness of love, of heav'n, of God! wesl. 
 
 208. (i. 144.) C. M. Kendall. China, 
 
 The witnessing Spirit, 
 aff I WHY should the children of a King 
 Go mourning all their days? 
 Great Comforter, descend and bring 
 Some tokens of thy grace. 
 
[or siNNERs.J HYMN 210. 469 
 
 2 Dost Thou not dwell in all the saints, 
 And seal the heirs of heaven? 
 
 When wilt Thou banish my complaints. 
 And show my sins forgiven? 
 
 3 Assure my conscience of her part 
 In the Redeemer's blood, 
 
 And bear thy witness with my heart. 
 That I am born of God. 
 
 4 Thou art the earnest of his love, 
 The pledge of joys to come ; 
 
 And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, 
 
 Will safe convey me home ! watts. ^ 
 
 OF SINNERS. 
 
 209. (i. 57.) CM. Canton. Bangor. 
 
 Original Sin. 
 
 1 BACKWARD with humble shame we look 
 On our original ; 
 
 How is our nature dash'd and broke 
 In our first father's fall ? 
 
 mp 2 To all, that's good, averse and blind, 
 And prone to all, that's ill. 
 What dreadful darkness veils our mind? 
 How obstinate our will? 
 
 S How strong in our degenerate blood 
 The old corruption reigns, 
 And, mingling with the crooked flood, 
 Wanders through all our veins ! 
 
 aff 4 Yet, mighty God, in wondrous love 
 On us thy Spirit breathe. 
 And let thy grace prevail above 
 The tempter, sin, and death! watts. 
 
 210. (ii. 159.) C. M. Patmo8. Dundee. 
 
 Unconverted State. 
 1 GREAT King of glory and of grace! 
 We own with humble shame, 
 40 
 
470 HYMN 211. [of sinners.] 
 
 How vile is our degen'rate race. 
 And our first father's name. 
 
 2 From Adam flows our tainted blood. 
 The poison reigns within ; 
 Makes us averse to all, that's good. 
 And willing slaves to sin. 
 
 3 We live estrang'd afar from God, 
 And love the distance well ; 
 With haste we run the dang'rous road. 
 That leads to death and hell. 
 
 4 And can such rebels be restored. 
 Such natures made divine? 
 Let sinners see thy glory, Lord, 
 And feel this pow'r of thine. 
 
 Aff 5 We raise our Father's name on high, 
 
 ' Who his own Spirit sends, 
 
 To bring rebellious strangers nigh. 
 
 And turn his foes to friends. watts. 
 
 211. (ii. 153.) CM. Canton. Bangor. 
 
 Disease and Madness of Sin. 
 
 1 SIN, like a venomous disease, 
 Infects our vital blood ; 
 The only balm is sov'reign grace. 
 And the physician God. 
 
 2 Our beauty and our strength are fled. 
 And we draw near to death ; 
 But Christ, the Lord, recalls the dead 
 With his almighty breath. 
 
 3 Madness by nature reigns within. 
 The passions burn and rage, '^ 
 Till God's own Son, with skill divine, f 
 The inward fire assuage. 
 
 i 
 
 4 We lick the dust, we grasp the wind. 
 And solid good despise : 
 
 Such is the folly of the mind, 
 Till Jesus makes us wise. 
 
 5 We give our souls the wounds, tkey know. 
 We drink the pois'nous gall, 
 
 I 
 
[op sinners.] hymn 213. 471 
 
 And rush with fury doT\Ti to wo, — 
 But Heav'n prev^ents the fall. 
 
 6 The man, possess'd among the tombs. 
 Cuts his own flesh and cries: 
 He foams and raves, till Jesus comes. 
 And the foul spirit flies ! watts. 
 
 212. C. M. St. John's. Peterborough. 
 JSTecessity of a new Heart, 
 
 1 IF, Sinners! ye in heav'n would dwell, 
 And lasting good attain ; 
 
 Then on Christ's teaching ponder well, — 
 *'Ye must be born again !" 
 
 2 Ye worldlings! toiling day and night 
 The treasur'd gold to gain, 
 
 Should not this word your treasures blight, — 
 "Ye must be born again?" 
 
 3 Ye idol- worshippers of earth, — 
 Of forms, though lovely, vain ; — 
 Ye need indeed a heavenly birth, — • 
 **Ye must be liorn again!'- 
 
 Aflf 4 O Thou, whose Spirit doth renew 
 And glorious vict'ry gain. 
 In thine own image make them new ; 
 "Let them be born again !'- allen* 
 
 213, (ii. 158.) L. M. Cabot. Windham. 
 
 Few saved; Almost a Christian. 
 
 1 BROAD is the road, that leads to wrath. 
 And thousands walk together there ; 
 But wisdom shows a narrow path, 
 With here and there a traveller. 
 
 2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross" 
 Is the Redeemer's great command ; 
 Nature must count her gold but dross. 
 If she would gain this lieav'nly land, 
 
 3 The soul, that sinks down weak and faint, 
 And leaves the righteous path, once trod, 
 
 I Is but esteem'd almost a saint, 
 
 I And ne'er shall dwell in heaven with God. 
 
472 HYMN 214. [op sinners.J 
 
 4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain ; 
 Create my heart entirely new; 
 Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, 
 
 Which false apostates never knew. watts. 
 
 214. (ii. 160.) L. M. Ward. Medway. 
 
 Custom in Sin. 
 
 1 LET the wild leopards of the wood 
 Put off the spots, that nature gives ; 
 Then may the wicked turn to God, 
 And change their tempers and their lives. 
 
 2 As well might Ethiopian slaves 
 Wash out the darkness of their skin ; 
 The dead as well may leave their graves, 
 As old transgressors cease to sin. 
 
 5 Where vice has held its empire long, 
 'T will not endure the least control j 
 None but a pow'r divinely strong 
 Can turn the current of the soul. 
 
 aff 4 Great God ! I seek thy pow'r divine. 
 Thy Spirit, sent down from above. 
 To renovate this heart of mine, 
 And fill it with thy heav'nly love ! watts. 
 
 215. L- M- Belfille. St. Hellcn'i. 
 Blindness to God* 
 
 1 A FILM, impervious to the light. 
 Conceals the present God from sight, 
 O'er all his works deep darkness throws, 
 Though all his works his pow'r disclose, 
 And man, amidst the fullest blaze 
 Of truth divine, no truth surveys. 
 
 mf 2 He sees the glorious sun arise. 
 
 Shining majestic in the skies, f 
 
 His light and heat diffusing wide, *' 
 
 Where mists and darkness were allied ; J 
 
 — But naught he sees of skill divine, ■ 
 Teaching the orb of day to shine. 
 
 3 He sees the silver moon at night, 
 Scatt'ring her pale and gentle light, 
 
[of SINNERS.] HYMN 217. 473 
 
 And countless stars with glitt'ring ray, 
 That make the heav'nly arch so gay ; 
 But full orb'd moon and spankled sky 
 Strike but in vain his sensual eye. 
 
 aff 4 Lord, take this native film from me, 
 That I thy pow'r and love may see 
 In worlds, just glimm'ring on the sight, 
 And in the forms around me bright ; 
 
 mf Then I with lifted hands shall cry, 
 
 "Thee I adore, great God on high !" allen. 
 
 216. L, M. Hebron, Wells. 
 Unchristian Zeal, 
 
 1 A ZEAL, not kindled from on high, 
 Oft glares, like lightning, on the eye. 
 Like lightning too, it aims to scath, 
 Blazing the minister of wrath. 
 
 2 The honied words of peace and love, 
 Of pure designs, like His above. 
 Are like the distant lightning-stream, 
 A gentle, soft, imposing gleam. 
 
 8 But bring the distant lightning near ; 
 The roaring thunder-breath you hear, 
 And hissing, blasting bolts of fire 
 Wild terror and deep awe inspire. 
 
 4 Strange shafts ! in heav'nly quiver found. 
 Spending their fury on the ground; 
 Strange zeal! that launches truth divine 
 With earthly, vengeful, proud design ! 
 
 5 "Christian disciples! learn of Me, 
 Your Pattern, from all passion free : 
 I'm of a meek and lowly heart. 
 
 My aim eternal joys t' impart !" all en. 
 
 217. S, M. Shirland. Watchman. 
 Corrupted Youth, 
 
 1 CHEER'D by the orb of day, 
 I've seen the morning bright. 
 Each object drest in pure array, 
 > But soon all chang'd to night. 
 40* 
 
474 HYMN 218. [or sinners.] 
 
 mf 2 The storm is raging high, 
 The thunder speaks aloud, 
 The lightnings gleam upon the eye, 
 Out-bursting from the cloud. 
 
 — • 8 And such too oft is youth, 
 
 Now thoughtless, bright, and gay, 
 Array'd in guilelessness and truth, 
 And open as the day. 
 
 4 But soon how chang'd ? The face 
 O'erspread with clouds of care, 
 
 The might of passions you may trace, 
 > And conscience speaks despair I 
 
 Aff 5 O, Lord, the heart renew. 
 And love and faith restore, 
 Then shall blest scene delight our view, 
 And Eden bloom once more I allen. 
 
 218. C. M. PalmOS. Marlow. 
 
 Sinners warned and exhorted. 
 
 1 SINNERS, now listen to the Lord ; 
 His mercy speaks to day ; 
 
 He calls you by his sov'reign word 
 From sin's destructive way. 
 
 2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rest, 
 You live devoid of peace ; 
 
 A thousand stings within your breast 
 Deprive your souls of ease. 
 
 5 Why will you in the crooked ways 
 Of sin and folly go? 
 
 In pain you pass your toilsome days 
 To reap immortal wo. 
 
 4 But he, who turns to God, shall live 
 Through his abounding grace; 
 
 His mercy will the guilt forgive 
 Of those, who seek his face. 
 
 5 Bow to the sceptre of his word, 
 Renouncing ev'ry sin ; 
 
 Submit to Him, your sov'reign Lord, 
 And let Him reign within. 
 
[of sinners.] hymn 220. 475 
 
 6 His love your highest thoughts exceeds ; 
 He pardons like a God : 
 He will forgive your sinful deeds 
 Through a Redeemer's blood ! fawcett. 
 
 219. 7s. Kimball. Broad Street, 
 
 Prepare to meet God, 
 
 1 SINNER, art thou still secure.? 
 Wilt thou still refuse to pray } 
 Can thy heart or hands endure 
 In the Lord's avenging day ^ 
 
 2 See, his mighty arm is bared ! 
 Awful terrors clothe his brow ! 
 For his judgment stand prepared. 
 Thou must either break, or bow. 
 
 3 At his presence nature shakes, 
 Frighted hills and mountains flee ; 
 Heart of boldest sinner quakes ; 
 What will then become of thee ^ 
 
 4 Who his coming may abide ? — 
 You, that glory in your shame. 
 Will you find a place to hide, 
 When the world is wrapt in flame ? 
 
 5 Earth you soon must leave, alas ! 
 Soon you must resign your breath, 
 And your souls be call'd to pass 
 Through the iron gate of death. 
 
 6 Listen, then, to Jesus' voice, 
 Quickly your short day improve ; 
 Scorn the w^orld^s pretended joys, 
 
 Seek the things, that are above ! newton. 
 
 220» 8,7&4. Brest. Calvary. 
 
 Sinners warned, 
 1 SINNERS ! will ye scorn the thunder, 
 Rolling dreadful o'er your head?— • 
 Rebel angels hear with wonder. 
 Shrinking back with awful dread ; 
 
 Rebel angels, 
 Trembling, shrink with awful dread* 
 
476 
 
 HYMN 221. 
 
 [of SIxNNERS. 
 
 2 They were left in wrath to perish ; 
 But for you the Savior died ! 
 O, what love then should ye cherish 
 For the Suif'rer crucified? 
 
 JesuSj Savior, 
 Ye should love, — the Crucified. 
 
 3 But, if love be not prevailing, 
 Then in wrath the sinner dies ! — 
 At the judgment unavailing 
 
 > All your agony and cries ! 
 O, how dreadful? 
 Vain your agony and cries! allen, 
 
 221. S M. Boylston. Olniutz, 
 
 The Sinner warned. 
 
 1 HOW will the soul abide 
 The terrors of that day, 
 When earth and heav'n, in ruin wide, 
 Astonished flee away ? 
 
 2 But, ere beneath the ground 
 The trump shall wake the dead, 
 Hark! from the gospel's cheering sound 
 What joyful tidings spread ? 
 
 3 Then fear not pain and loss ; 
 His wrath ye cannot bear ; 
 Fly to the shelter of his cross. 
 And find salvation there. 
 
 mf 4 So shall ye joyful rise, 
 
 When the last day shall come ; 
 
 With Christ forever in the skies .. 
 
 Shall be your happy home ! leavitt's cotr 
 
 222. 
 
 8, 7&4. Sicily. 
 
 The Sinner warned. 
 
 Greenville. 
 
 mp 
 
 HEAR, O sinner ! mercy hails you, 
 Now with sweetest voice she calls ; 
 Listen, ere your being fails you. 
 Ere the hand of justice falls ; 
 
 Hear, O sinner! 
 'Tis the voice of mercy calls. 
 
[op SINNERS.] HYMN 224. 477 
 
 — 2 See ! the storm of vengeance breaking 
 O'er the path, you dare to tread ; 
 Hear the awful thunders speaking 
 Loud and louder o'er your head ; 
 
 Turn, O sinner! 
 Lest the lightnings strike you dead ! 
 
 mp 3 Haste, O sinner ! Jesus calls you ; 
 Seek his mercy while you may ; 
 Soon approaching death appals you, 
 Soon your life will pass away : 
 
 Haste, O sinner ! 
 You must perish, if you stay. reed. 
 
 223. C. M. Patmos. Winter. 
 Destruction of Sodom. 
 
 1 WITH radiant beams the sun arose 
 On Sodom's fated tow'rs ; 
 
 In pleasure's round, and false repose 
 They spend the cheerful hours. 
 
 2 In vain God's servant pleads, — "O fly! 
 Behold destruction near ! " — 
 '^Bewilder'd prophet! " they reply, 
 And ridicule his fear. 
 
 3 But sudden o'er the trembling ground 
 The heav'ns tremendous lower, 
 
 And streams of fire and brimstone round 
 In torrents downward pour ! 
 
 4 Sinners, behold ; the warning take, 
 And heav'nly joy secure: 
 
 > How can ye dwell in fiery lake, 
 
 Or deathless worm endure ? haweis. 
 
 224. C. M. Martyrs, Wantage. 
 The Sinner warned, 
 
 mp 1 VAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear ; 
 Repent! — thy end is nigh! 
 Death is not far, — it may be near, — 
 O, think, before thou die! 
 
 2 Reflect, — thou hast a soul to save ; 
 Thy sins, — how high they mount! 
 
478 HYMN 225. [op sinners.] 
 
 What are thy hopes beyond the grave? 
 How stands that dread account? 
 
 3 Death enters, — and there's no defence ; — 
 His time there's none can tell: 
 
 He'll in a moment call thee hence, — 
 To heav'nly bliss, — or hell ! 
 
 4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care, 
 Shall crawling worms consume ; 
 
 But, ah! destruction stops not there ; — 
 p Sin kills beyond the tomb ! 
 
 mf 5 To day the gospel calls ; to day, ' 
 
 Sinners, it speaks to you: 
 Let ev'ry one forsake his way. 
 And mercy will ensue. hart. 
 
 225. 7s. Norwich. Fairfax. 
 
 Sinners exhorted to repent. 
 mp 1 HEARTS of stone, relent, relent! 
 Break, by Jesus' cross subdued ; 
 See his body mangled, rent, 
 
 Cover'd with his flowing blood! — 
 Sinful soul, what has thou done.^ — 
 Murder'd God's beloved Son! 
 
 2 Yes, our sins have done the deed, 
 
 Drove the nails, that fix'd Him there, 
 Crown'd with thorns his sacred head, 
 
 Pierc'd Him with a soldier's spear ; 
 Made his soul a sacrifice: — 
 For a sinful world He dies ! 
 
 3 Will you let Him die in vain ? 
 
 Still refuse the profFer'd good ? 
 Open tear his wounds again, 
 
 Trample on his precious blood .^ — 
 mf No ! — with all my sins I'll part ! 
 Savior ! — take my broken heart ! 
 
 leavitt's coll. 
 
 22Q* "^s. Norwich. Broad Street. 
 
 Instant Submission. 
 1 WHY, O sinner, wilt Thou die? 
 Now sweet mercy calls to thee, 
 
[of sinners.] hymn 228. 479 
 
 Summons to the bliss on high. 
 Offers joys immortal, free ! 
 
 2 Turning from these calls thine ear. 
 Dost thou not, — with trembling awe, — 
 Loud, terrific thunder hear, — 
 
 Voice of God's most holy law.^ 
 
 3 Canst thou meet its bolt of fire, 
 Swift, consuming, as it smites? 
 Flee then, flee th' avenging ire 
 
 Now, while mercy's voice invites ! allen. 
 
 221. 7s, Norwich. Broad Street. 
 
 Instant Submission. 
 
 1 SINNER, wilt thou still delay. 
 Still refuse thy God t' obey? 
 Sure his Law condemns thee now: 
 Sure He wears an angry brow. 
 
 2 Yet his Gospel speaks of love, 
 Points to Jesus, thron'd above. 
 
 In whose blood, — the Lamb once slain, — . 
 Thou mayst wash thy guilty stain. 
 
 S Flee, then, flee, while mercy calls, 
 Ere the storm of vengeance falls. 
 Ere the Almighty's glitt'ring wrath 
 Strike thee with its lightning-scath! allen. 
 
 228. L. M. Uxbridge. Windham. 
 
 Immediate Choice of God. 
 I FRAIL, dying man ! Choose thou this day, 
 Whom thou wilt love and whom obey : — • 
 Ere there shall dawn to-morrow's light, 
 I len Thine eyes may close in death's dark night. 
 
 — 2 Poor, guilty man! Choose thou this day, — 
 While grace may wash thy sins away: — 
 Would'st thou still bear the guilty stain? 
 Shall Jesus call to thee in vain ? 
 
 3 Subject of God! Choose thou this day, — 
 While thunders of his wrath delay : — 
 Bend thy proud will to his command, 
 
 Or thou in judgment canst not stand. 
 
480 HYMN 239. [of sinners.] 
 
 4 Immortal man ! Choose thou this day, — 
 
 And walk in Zion's holy way: — i 
 
 Would'st thou not dwell with all the good^ | 
 Where pleasure rolls its living flood? allen/ 
 
 229. 7s. Rutland, Turin, 
 Instant Acceptance of Mercy, 
 
 1 DOES the pris'ner, as he lies 
 
 In the dungeon-darkness deep, 
 Need entreaties to arise, 
 
 And from bonds to freedom leap.*^ — 
 Godless man! to sin a thrall, 
 Hear'st thou not the gospel call? 
 
 2 Does the wretch, whose drowning cry 
 
 Draws the needful help to save. 
 Turn away, when aid is nigh. 
 
 Sinking down in wat'ry grave ? — 
 Godless man ! of struggling breath. 
 Why wilt thou go down to death? 
 
 3 Does the felon, as his gaze 
 
 Turns on dreadful gallows-tree, 
 Word of pardon, — in his maze, — 
 
 Trample under foot, though free.'* — 
 Godless man ! shall pard'ning love 
 Vainly come down from above? allen. 
 
 230. S. M. St. Thomas. Dover. 
 Repent or you will die* 
 
 1 YE saw the scoffer's pride, 
 Ye saw his scornful eye. 
 And then how suddenly he died: — 
 **Repent, or you will die !" 
 
 2 The old man of the world. 
 Unmindful of the sky. 
 From life and hope is quickly hurled ;- 
 *'Repent, or you will die!" 
 
 3 The youth, a morning flower, 
 Unfolding beauteously, 
 Is cut down in an evil hour: — 
 '*Repent, or you will die!" 
 
[of sinners.] hymn 232. 481 
 
 4 The toiler on the ground, — 
 No treasure sought on high, — 
 
 Is swept away, and no where found: — 
 "Repent, or you will die !" 
 
 5 Lo, on the sick bed tost. 
 The dying man doth cry, 
 '^Harvest is past, and I am lost !" — 
 "Repent, or you will die !" allen. 
 
 231. (i. 118.) S, M. Boylston. Watchman. 
 
 JsTeglect of the Gospel, 
 
 1 THE law by Moses came, 
 But peace, and truth, and love 
 
 Were brought by Christ, a nobler name. 
 Descending from above. 
 
 2 Amidst the house of God 
 Their diflPrent works were done ; 
 Moses a faithful servant stood, 
 But Christ a faithful Son. 
 
 3 The man, who durst despise 
 The law, by Moses given, 
 Behold, how terribly he dies, 
 Struck by avenging heaven ! 
 
 4 But sorer vengeance falls 
 On that rebellious race, 
 
 Who hate to hear, when Jesus calls, 
 
 And dare resist his grace. watts. 
 
 232. (i. 93 ) L. M. Uxbridge, St. Paul's. 
 
 Christ obeyed or resisted. 
 
 1 THUS saith the Wisdom of the Lord, 
 
 "Blest is the man, who hears my word, 
 
 Keeps daily watch before my gates, 
 
 And at my feet for mercy waits. 
 
 2 "The soul, that seeks me, shall obtain 
 Immortal wealth and heav'nly gain ; 
 Immortal life is his reward. 
 
 Life and the favor of the Lord. 
 
 3 "But sinners, who my voice despise. 
 Shall never dwell in glorious skies ; 
 
 41 
 
482 HYMN 233. [of sinners.] 
 
 Fools, who against my grace rebel, 
 
 Seek death, and love the road to hell." watts. 
 
 233. S. M. Boylston. Coruhill. 
 JVbio is the accepted Time. 
 
 1 TH' accepted time is now, — 
 And now salvation's day ; 
 
 Come, — to the Savior's sceptre bow ; 
 Seek mercy, while ye may ! 
 
 2 Th' accepted time is now, — 
 Th' atoning !)lood is near ; 
 Tomorrow, in the grave laid low, 
 Your guilt no fount can clear. 
 
 3 Th' accepted time is now, — 
 The Spirit strives to-day ; 
 
 But, if He meets a harden'd brow. 
 Ye drive Him far away. 
 
 4 Th' accepted time is now, — 
 God speaks to day, in love ; 
 
 But soon stern justice strikes the blow, 
 Which conscience will approve. 
 
 5 Th' accepted time is now, — 
 And heav'n may be your home ; 
 
 mp Tomorrow, in the depth of wo, 
 
 > Despair may be your doom! allen. 
 
 234. 7- & 6. Amsterdam. Blaclay. 
 Flight of Time. 
 
 1 TIME is winging us away 
 To our eternal home ; 
 Life is but a winter's day, — 
 A journey to the tomb: 
 mp Youth and vigor soon will flee, 
 Blooming beauty lose its charms. 
 All, that's mortal, soon shall be 
 Enclos'd in death's cold arms. 
 
 ^ Time is winging us away 
 To our eternal home ; 
 Life is but a winter's day, — 
 A journey to the tomb; 
 
 ^1 
 
[of siNxXErs.] hymn 236. 483 
 
 mf But the Christian shall enjoy 
 
 Health and beaut}', soon, above. 
 
 Far beyond the ^vorld's alloy, 
 
 Secure in Jesus' love ! burton. 
 
 235. L. M. Medway, Wells. 
 Importance of Time. 
 
 mp 1 O TIME, how few thy value weigh? 
 How few will estimate a day ? 
 Days, months, and years are rolling on, 
 The soul neglected, — and undone. 
 2 In painful cares, or empty joys 
 Our life its precious hours destroys. 
 While death stands watching at our side. 
 Eager to stop the living tide. 
 
 — 3 Was it for this, ye mortal race, 
 
 Your Maker gave you here a place ? 
 Was it for this his thoughts design'd 
 The frame of your immortal mind ? 
 mf 4 For nobler cares, for joys sublime 
 He fashion'd all the sons of time ; 
 Pilgrims on earth, but soon to be 
 The heirs of immortality. 
 
 — 5 This season of your being, know. 
 
 Is giv'n to you your seeds to sow ; 
 Wisdom's and folly's difPring grain 
 In future worlds is bliss, and pain. 
 6 Then, careful, ev'ry day review ; 
 Idle or busy, search it through ; 
 And, whilst probation's minutes last. 
 Let ev'ry day amend the past. scott. 
 
 236. L. M. Duke Street. Wells, 
 
 The Time is short 
 
 1 THE time is short ! How many die, 
 Struck by an arrow from the sky .'* 
 If such, O man, may be thy fate, 
 Prepare then, ere it be too late. 
 
 2 The time is short! Then, sinner, flee. 
 Ere sudden vengeance smiteth thee ! 
 Enter the ark of safety now. 
 
 Lest soon the waters o'er thee flow. 
 
4 
 
 484 HYMN 237. [of sinners.] 
 
 3 The time is short ! Then, sinner, haste, 
 Let not thy moments run to waste ; 
 Flee from the woes, which long endure, 
 And malce eternal blessings sure. 
 
 4 The time is short! Then, Christian, pray, 
 That God his mercies would display ; 
 O, pray, that God would now outpour 
 His Spirit's renovating power ! 
 
 5 The time is short! Then, Christian, rise, 
 mf By strenuous effort seek the skies ; 
 
 Toil now for Him, who came to save, 
 mp For all are idlers in the grave ! alle: 
 
 237. 7s. Kimball. Broad Street. 
 Danger of Delay. 
 
 1 HASTEN, sinner, to be wise ; 
 Stay not for the morrow's sun: 
 Wisdom, if you still despise, 
 Harder is it to be won. 
 
 2 Hasten, mercy to implore ; 
 Stay not for the morrow's sun. 
 Lest thy season should be o'er. 
 Ere this evening's course be run. 
 
 3 Hasten, sinner to return ; 
 Stay not for the morrow's sun. 
 Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, 
 Ere salvation's work is done. 
 
 4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest ; 
 Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
 
 mp Lest perdition thee arrest. 
 
 Ere the morrow is begun ! episc. coll. 
 
 238. C. M. Grafton. Canterbury. 
 The Alarm. 
 
 mp 1 O, STOP, poor sinner ; stop and think, 
 
 Before you further go : 
 
 For will you sport upon the brink 
 
 Of everlasting wo ? 
 2 O, be entreated now to stop! — 
 
 Unless you warning take. 
 
 Ere you shall be aware, you drop 
 > Into the burning lake ! 
 
[of sinners.] hymn 239. 485 
 
 — 3 0, say 5 have you an arm like God, 
 
 That you his law disown? 
 And fear you not his iron rod. 
 Which strikes the wicked down? 
 
 mp 4 O, can you stand in that dread day, 
 When judgment comes with ire, 
 And when the earth shall melt away, ^ 
 
 As wax b efore the fii'e ? 
 
 — 5 As yet there is a hope for you. 
 
 That you may mercy taste : 
 O, give the Lord the homage due. 
 And give it now in haste ! 
 6 It was for sinners Jesus died ; 
 Them He invites to come, 
 And none, who come, shall be denied: — 
 Come now, ^'There yet is room!" newton. 
 
 239. L. M. Ipswich. St, Peters. 
 
 To-Day, 
 
 1 TO-DAY, if you will hear his voice. 
 Now is the time to make your choice; 
 Say, will you be forever blest. 
 
 And with the glorious Jesus rest? 
 
 2 Will you be sav'd from guilt and pain ? 
 Will you with Christ forever reign? 
 Say, will you to mount Zion go ? 
 
 Say, will you have this Christ or no? 
 
 3 Come, blooming youth, for ruin bound. 
 Obey the gospel's joyful sound ; 
 
 Come, white-hair'd man, and you shall prove 
 The joys of Christ's redeeming love. 
 
 4 Behold ! He's waiting at your door ; 
 Make now your choice ; O, halt no more ; 
 Say, sinners, say ; what will you do ? 
 Say, will you have this Christ, or no ? 
 
 mp 5 0, must we bid you all farewell? 
 
 And will you plunge your souls in hell? 
 Lord, hear us now, while still we pray. 
 And change them, ere the burning day ! 
 
 — 6 Once more we ask you in his name. 
 
 While now his grace remains the same, 
 41* 
 
486 HYMN 240. [of sinners.] 
 
 Say, will you to mount Zion go? 
 Say, will you have this Christ or no? 
 
 leavitt's coll. 
 
 240. 8, 7&4. Brest. Greenville, 
 Lost and saved. 
 
 1 SINNERS! hear you not the thunder, 
 How it rolls along the sky, — 
 Striking mortals' ears with wonder — 
 
 mp "Sure the guilty soul shall die?" 
 Curse declaring, — 
 "Sure the guilty soul shall die!" 
 
 — 2 Flaming darts the bolt from heaven, 
 Smiting sinners to the dust: 
 Then they sink, to ruin driven. 
 Crying, sinking, — "Lost! O, lost!" 
 
 Sad, despairing, 
 Saying ever, "Lost! O, lost!" 
 
 3 Flee, O flee this doom, so wretched! 
 p Lo, the Savior, on the tree 
 
 In his agony outstretched, 
 Dies for thee ; for thee and me : 
 
 O, amazing! 
 Dies for thee ! — for thee and me ! 
 
 4 Claims He love, and rev'rence awful? 
 Canst thou, sinner, these decline? 
 Come, O come, say now most joyful, 
 
 mf "Jesus, Savior, I am thineV^ I 
 
 Add, while praising, 
 "Jesus, Savior, Thou art mine!" allen 
 
 241. C. M. Medfield, Wantage. 
 The dying Sinner, 
 
 mp 1 O, 'T IS a fearful thing to die ! 
 To leave this mortal state, 
 Away from earthly things to fly, 
 And meet our endless fate. 
 
 2 How gloomy on his dying bed 
 The sinner gazes round ! 
 
 On him no cheerful beams are shed, 
 By him no joy is found. 
 
 3 When ask'd, if any light doth shine, — 
 If he of hope can tell ; 
 
[op sinners.j hymn 243. 487 
 
 mp Dying, he gives no joyful sign^ — 
 No sign, that all is well ! 
 
 aflf 4 Lord, let me know a spiritual birth. 
 
 And taste a Savior's love, 
 mf That, joyful, I may leave the earth, 
 
 And rise to Thee above! allen. 
 
 242. (i. 890 L- M, Winchester, German Hymn. 
 
 Youth and Judgment. 
 
 1 YE sons of Adam, young and vain, 
 Though love of pleasure in you reign. 
 And mirthful be each day ; yet know, 
 There is a day of judgment too ! 
 
 2 Your God beholds your thoughts and words, 
 His book your secret sins records ; 
 
 The w^orks of darkness, you have done, 
 Must all appear before the sun. 
 
 3 Almighty God, turn off their eyes 
 From earth's alluring vanities, 
 
 mf And let the thunder of thy w^ord 
 
 Awake their souls to fear the Lord! watts. 
 
 243. (i. 91.) L. M. Hanover. Windham. 
 
 Advice to Youth. 
 1 NOW in the heat of youthful blood 
 Remember your Creator, God ; 
 Behold, the months come hast'ning on. 
 When thou shalt say, ''My joys are gone !" 
 
 mp 2 Behold, the aged sinner goes, 
 
 Laden w^ith guilt and heavy woes, 
 Down to the regions of the dead. 
 With endless curses on his head. 
 
 3 The dust returns to dust again 5 
 The soul in agonies of pain 
 Ascends to God 5 not there to dwell, 
 > But hears her doom, and sinks to hell. 
 
 Aff 4 Eternal King ! I fear thy name ; 
 
 Teach me to know how weak my frame. 
 And, when my soul must hence remove, 
 
 mf Give me a mansion in thy love ! watts 
 
488 HYMN 244. [of sinners] 
 
 24i4. S. M. Boylston. Duubar. j 
 
 The Sinner awakened. ' 
 
 Aff 1 TO Thee, O God, I call, 
 In this distressing hour ; 
 In anguish at thy feet I fall, 
 And plead the Savior's power. 
 2 My sins, O God, are great, 
 And deep my guilty stain ; 
 I tremble on the brink of fate, 
 Expos'd to endless pain. 
 S Death threatens all around, 
 From which I cannot flee ; 
 mp No help, no help, O God, is found. 
 
 But what is found in Thee! 
 — 4 For me display thy power. 
 And make my pride submit ; 
 Unlock, unlock this prison door. 
 And bring mc from the pit. 
 
 5 Give me immortal light. 
 And save my soul from hell ; 
 Or, banish'd to eternal night, 
 I there must ever dwell. 
 
 6 O, help me with thy love, 
 And give me grace divine : 
 My guilt and darkness, Lord, remove, 
 And let my soul be thine ! h. alline. 
 
 245, 8, 7 & 4. Brest. Greenville. 
 
 Sinners invited. 
 I SINNERS, will ye scorn the kindness, 
 Shown to you from heav'n above? 
 Can you with unthankful blindness 
 Disregard a Savior's love.^ 
 While the angels 
 mf Loud extol the Savior's love ? 
 
 2 Lo, for you God's Son descended. 
 
 Laid aside his heav'nly form, 
 
 As a servant, unattended, 
 
 Came to dwell with man, a worm! 
 
 O, amazing! 
 Came to dwell with man, a worm ! 
 
[OP SINNERS. J HYMN 247. 489 
 
 mp 3 See, for you the Savior wounded, 
 See his hands, and feet, and side 
 Streaming blood, while earth, astounded. 
 Trembles, as He groan'd and died ! 
 0, amazing! 
 
 p Trembles, as He groan'd and died ! 
 
 — 4 Can your hearts be still all frozen. 
 
 Though the Savior died for you ? 
 
 Come, come, with all the chosen, 
 
 Take the crown, held up to view ! 
 mf 0, how wondrous! 
 
 Sinners, crown of life for you ! allen, 
 
 246. 6s. Alps. 
 Sinners invited to Liberty ^ 
 
 1 YE sinful, dying thralls. 
 
 In chains by Satan bound, 
 
 To you the Savior calls, — 
 
 O, sweet, and joyful sound! 
 5 He bids you to arise 
 
 From dungeon's cheerless gloom, 
 Bif And gaze upon the skies. 
 
 Where ye may have your home. 
 3 He bids you to be free 
 
 From guilty fears and wo: 
 
 The joys of liberty 
 
 Ye all through Him may know. 
 ' mf 4 Shall Jesus call in vain? 
 
 And will you, wretched, wear, 
 
 Fore'er your heavy chain 
 
 In deep and dark despair.'' 
 
 5 Ye sinful, dying thralls ! 
 Blest freedom ye may know: 
 To you the Savior calls, — 
 O, hear Him, — love Him now ! allen. 
 
 247. 6 & 4, Spiritual Songs, p. 114, 
 Jesus inviting Sinners. 
 
 y 1 TO you the Savior calls. 
 From heav'n above ; 
 To you, ye sinful thralls. 
 In wondrous love ! — 
 
490 HYMN 248. [of sinners.) 
 
 mp 2 Why, sinners, will yo die, 
 And lose your souls? 
 From wave of vengeance fly ! 
 See how it rolls! 
 
 S To Jesus hearken now: 
 
 Dare not delay, i 
 
 Lest you the flood overflow 
 
 And sweep away ! allen. 
 
 248. 6&4. Spiritunl Songs, p, 114. 
 Jesus inviting Sinners- 
 
 1 TO DAY the Savior calls! 
 Ye wand'rers, come ; 
 
 O, ye benighted souls, j 
 
 Why longer roam? 
 
 2 To-day the Savior calls ! 
 O, listen now: 
 Within these sacred walls 
 To Jesus bow ! 
 
 3 To-day the Savior calls! 
 For refuge fly ; 
 The storm of vengeance falls ; 
 Ruin is nigh. 
 
 4 The Spirit calls to-day! 
 Yield to his pow'r: 
 O, grieve Him not away ; 
 'Tis mercy's hour. spiritual songs. 
 
 249. 8, 7 & 4. Brest. GreenTiUe, 
 Sinners entreated to hear. 
 
 1 SCORN, O sinners, will you render 
 For the message from above ? — 
 Ev'ry sentence, O how tender! 
 Ev'ry line is full of love! 
 
 Listen to it, 
 Ev'ry line is full of love ! 
 
 ^ Zion's heralds, now returning, 
 News from Zion's King proclaim, — 
 "Pardon to each rebel mourning, 
 
lOF SINNERS..] HYMN 250. 491 
 
 Free forgiveness in his name:" 
 
 How important ! 
 Free forgiveness in his name ! 
 
 3 Tempted souls ! lo, strength they proffer ; 
 Fearful hearts ! they quell your fears ; 
 Mourners ! they sweet comfort offer, 
 
 I And would chase the falling tears : 
 
 ' Tender heralds ! 
 
 They would chase the falling tears. 
 
 4 False professors^ worldlings dying. 
 Callous hearers of the word ! 
 While the messengers are crying, 
 
 \ Take the warnings, they afford ! 
 
 We entreat you, 
 Take the warnings, they afford ! 
 
 5 O, je angels, round us hovering, 
 Waiting spirits ! speed your way, 
 
 I Hasten to yon star-bright covering, 
 
 ' Tidings bear to heavn'ly day, — 
 
 ^'Rebel sinners 
 Glad the message will obey!" allen's coll. 
 
 ^50, 
 
 73. Norwich. Fairfax. 
 
 Expostulation with Sinners. 
 
 1 SINNERS, turn 5— why will ye die? 
 God, your Maker, asks you, why? — 
 God, who did your being give. 
 Made you with Himself to live: 
 
 2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? 
 Christ, your Savior, asks you, why? 
 Will you let Him die in vain ? 
 Crucify your Lord again ? 
 
 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die! 
 God, the Spirit, asks you, why ? 
 He, who all your lives hath strove, 
 Woo'd you to embrace his love. 
 
 4 Will ye not his grace receive? 
 Will ye still refuse to live ? — 
 Why, ye long-sought sinners, why 
 
 Will ye grieve your God, and die? montg.coll. 
 
492 HYMN 251. [op sixners.] 
 
 251. CM. Tremont. Sp. Songs, p.l20. 
 Hie Sinner invited to return. 
 
 p 1 RETURN, O wand'rer, to thy home, 
 <:f Thy Father calls for thee ; 
 
 > No longer now an exile roann, 
 
 > In guilt and misery ; 
 p P^eturn, return ! 
 
 p 2 Return, O wand'rer, to thy home, 
 <:f 'Tis Jesus calls for Thee: 
 
 — The Spirit and the Bride say, — come: 
 p O, now for refuge flee: 
 
 Return, return ! 
 
 3 Return, O wand'rer, to \hy home, 
 
 — 'Tis madness to delay : 
 p There are no pardons in the tomb. 
 
 And brief is mercy's day: 
 
 Return, return! spiritual songs 
 
 252. 7s. Norwich. Broad Street 
 Turn ye. 
 
 1 SOLEMN is the message sent 
 From Jehovah in the sky, — 
 p "Sinful men, repent, repent! 
 Turn ye, sinners, lest ye die!" 
 
 mf 2 Joyful do the tidings flow, — 
 
 "Jesus now doth reign on high, 
 
 Free salvation to bestow ; 
 mp Turn ye, sinners, lest ye die !" 
 
 S Shall the Savior plead in vain ^ 
 
 Will ye Him, who bled, deny, ! 
 
 Bearing still your guilty stain ^ i 
 
 "Turn ye, sinners, lest ye die !" I 
 
 4 He may come, your hopes to blight, 
 Swift as arrow in the sky, 
 
 And as thief in darksome night : 
 "Turn ye, sinners, lest ye die !" 
 
 mf 5 He will come, the Judge of all ; 
 rap Then the unreclaim'd will cry, 
 And for help in vain will call: 
 p "Turn ye, sinners, lest ye die ! allen. 
 
 I 
 
[of sinners.] hymn ^55. 493 
 
 253 5 & 6, or 10 & 11. Lyons.. St. Michaels, 
 
 Good JVews to Sinners* 
 1 COME, sinners, attend, 
 Glad tidings we bring 
 From Jesus, your friend. 
 From Jesus, the King ; 
 For sin He atoned, 
 And ye may now live ; 
 On high He's enthroned. 
 Salvation to give ! 
 
 mp 2 Though now ye may smite 
 
 In anguish your breast ; 
 mf Yet Jesus gives- light. 
 
 In Him there is rest ; 
 
 And he, that believeth. 
 
 And loveth the Son, 
 
 Forgiveness receiveth, 
 
 And heav'n hath won ! allen. 
 
 254. S. M. Olmutz. St. Thomas. 
 
 Invitation to Sinners. 
 1 SINNERS, you're in the path, 
 That leads to dark abyss: 
 mp O, flee from God's o'er whelming wrath, 
 mf And seek the heav'nly bliss. 
 
 — 2 We too once went astray 
 
 And wander'd from our God : 
 mf Come, walk with us the upward way, 
 ! That leads to blest abode ! 
 
 3 We'll do you good, O friends ! 
 Come ye with us, O come ; — 
 Then, when our toilsome journey ends, 
 I The same shall be our home ! allen. 
 
 (255. L. M. Hebron. Miss. Chant. 
 
 Christknocking at the Door of the Heart. Rev. 3. 
 
 mp 1 BEHOLD, a stranger at the door! 
 i He gently knocks ; has knock'd before ; 
 
 I Has waited long, is waiting still 5 
 
 You treat no other friend so ill. 
 
 I 42 
 
494 HYMN ^56. [of sinners.] 
 
 — S But will He prove a friend indeed? 
 
 He will ; — the very friend, you need ; 
 The man of Nazareth, — 'tis He I 
 With garments dyed on Calvary I 
 
 p S O, lovely attitude! He stands. 
 
 With melting heart and laden hands: 
 O, matchless kindness ! And He shows 
 This matchless kindness to his foes ! 
 
 f 4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine. 
 Turn out his enemy, and thine, — 
 That hateful, hell-born monster, — sin, — 
 And let the heav'nly stranger in. 
 
 — 5 If thou art poor, — and poor thou art, — 
 
 Lo ! He hath riches to impart ; 
 
 Not wealth, in which mean av'rice rolls ; 
 
 O, nobler far, — the wealth of souls ! 
 
 mp 6 Art thou a weeper? Grief shall fly, 
 For who can weep with Jesus by? 
 No terror shall thy hopes annoy, — 
 No tear, except the tear of joy! 
 
 7 Admit Him, ere his anger burn, 
 His feet, departed, ne'er return ; 
 Admit Him, or the hour's at hand. 
 When at his door denied you'll stand! grigg. 
 
 256. 8, 7 ,^ 4. Greece. Greenyille, 
 
 Sinners invited. 
 mp 1 SINNERS ! lo, the message tender 
 Comes to you from heav'n above! 
 Now your hearts to Jesus render, 
 He is worthy of your love ; 
 
 Jesus, Savior! 
 He is worthy of your love ! 
 
 2 See Him on the cross outstretched ; 
 'Twas for you He bled and died ! 
 'Twas for you, deprav'd and wretched, 
 Blood outgushes from his side ; 
 
 Lo, for sinners 
 Jfisus groan'd, and bled, and died! 
 
 1 
 
[of sinners.] hymn 258. 495 
 
 — 3 Now the grace, that sin forgiveth. 
 In the gospel is announced ; — 
 ''He, that loves the Savior, liveth ; 
 Pardon'd shall he be pronounced!" 
 
 Yes, ye sinners. 
 Free forgiveness is announced. 
 
 mf 4 Come, then, now, for mercy calleth. 
 
 Stay not till tomorrow's light ; 
 mp Ere the evening's curtain falleth, 
 >■ Ye may sink in endless night: 
 mf O, come quickly, 
 
 Come and dwell in heav'n's own light! illen^ 
 
 257. L- M. Hebron. Duke Street. 
 
 Sinners invited to Christ^ 
 
 1 COME, now, ye sinners, to your Lord, 
 In Christ to paradise restored: 
 
 His profFer'd benefits embrace, 
 The plenitude of gospel grace : — 
 
 2 A pardon, written with his blood, 
 The favor and the peace of God ; 
 The seeing eye, the feeling sense. 
 The mystic joys of penitence : 
 
 inp 3 The godly fear, the pleasing smart. 
 The meltings of a broken heart ; 
 The tears, that tell your sins forgiv'n ; 
 The sighs, that waft your souls to heav'n : 
 
 4 The guiltless shame, the sweet distress, 
 Th' unutterable tenderness ; 
 
 The genuine, meek humility ; 
 
 The wonder, "why such love to me!" 
 
 5 Th' o'erwhelming pow'r of saving grace, 
 The sight, that veils the seraph's face ; 
 The speechless awe, that dares not move, 
 
 PP And all the silent heav'n of love ! 
 
 Wesley's coll. 
 
 258. 7s. Pleyel's H. Broad Street. 
 
 Prisoners called to Liberty. 
 1 PRIS'NERS! Jesus now doth call ; 
 He gives freedom to the thrall ; 
 
496 HYMN 259. [or sinners.] 
 
 He invites you to be free ; 
 He bestows sweet liberty ! 
 
 2 Why, ye pris'ners, as ye sigh, 
 Will ye choose in gloom to die? 
 Do ye wish your chains to keep? 
 
 > Do ye love your dungeon deep? 
 
 — 3 Hearken now to mercy's calls. 
 
 Ye, who now are Satan's thralls: 
 mf Quick your fetters cast away ; 
 
 Come out quickly, while you may ! 
 
 mp 4 Lest perchance the penal hour 
 
 Meets you with avenging power ; 
 Lest stern justice find you there, 
 
 > And you perish in despair! allen. 
 
 259. CM. Litchfield. St. James. 
 God our Hiding-Place. Ps. 32. 
 
 1 WHEN gloomy clouds spread o'er the sky, 
 And darkness thickens round. 
 Sudden the forked lightnings fly, 
 Loud thunders rock the ground : 
 
 2 But louder thunders o'er my head 
 My heart with terror fill ; 
 
 mp And storms of wrath divine I dread, 
 Which soul and body kill ! 
 
 mf 3 See, on the whirlwind's rapid wing 
 
 The King of terrors ride. 
 
 And with Him desolation bring ! 
 mp Myself where can I hide ? 
 
 4 "Haste, sinner ! haste," the Savior cried, 
 "Behold my wounded form? 
 The cleft of my deep-pierced side 
 Shall hide thee from the storm !" haweis. 
 
 260. (ii. 150.) CM. Grafton. Wantage. 
 
 The JDeceitfulness of Sin. 
 1 SIN has a thousand treach'rous arts 
 To practice on the mind ; 
 With flatt'ring looks she tempts our hearts, 
 But leaves a sting behind. 
 
[of sinners.] hymn 262. 497 
 
 2 She pleads for all the joys, she brings. 
 And gives a fair pretence ; 
 
 But cheats the sou] of heav'nly things, 
 And chains it down to sense. 
 
 3 So on a tree divinely fair 
 Grew the forbidden food ; 
 
 Our mother took the poison there, 
 
 And tainted all her blood. watts, 
 
 261. (i. 115.) CM. London. Dundee, 
 
 Conviction hy the Law. 
 
 1 LORD, once my eyes no danger saw. 
 My conscience felt no dread ! 
 
 I was alive without the law. 
 And thought, my sins were dead. 
 
 2 My hopes of heav'n were firm and bright: 
 But, since the precept came 
 
 With a convincing pow'r and light, 
 I find, how vile I am ! 
 
 3 I'm like a helpless captive, sold 
 Under the pow'r of sin ; 
 
 I cannot do the good, I w^ould, 
 Nor keep all pure within. 
 
 4 Thy law seems now most just and good. 
 And all my hopes are slain 5 
 
 O for some purifying flood 
 To wash away my stain ! 
 
 aflf 5 My God ! I cry with ev'ry breath 
 For thy kind pow'r to save. 
 To break the yoke of sin and death. 
 And thus redeem the slave! watts. 
 
 ^62, 7s. Pleyel'a H, Broad Street. 
 
 Conviction hy the Law. 
 
 1 LORD, my conscience once was calm 5 
 Naught I fear'd of penal harm ; 
 
 But thy law has come with light, ] 
 Op'ning all my guilt to sight. 
 
 2 Now sin's mountain height I see, 
 Now my heart's enormity ; 
 
 42* 
 
498 
 
 HYMN 263. [of sinners.] 
 
 Blasted are my hopes most vain. 
 All my tow'ring pride is slain. 
 
 Aff 3 Lord, have mercy on the slave! 
 
 Shew me, Lord, thy pow'r to save ! 
 Break the yoke of sin and hell ; 
 Bring me, Lord, in heav'n to dwell! 
 
 263. C. M. London. Dundee, 
 Sinner resolving to go to Christ. 
 
 1 COME, trembling sinner, in w^hose breast 
 A thousand thoughts revolve. 
 
 Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed. 
 And make this last resolve: — 
 
 2 "I'll go to Jesus ; at his throne 
 My sins I will deplore ; 
 
 mp I'll tell Him, I'm a wretch undone. 
 Without his saving power. 
 
 3 "I'll to the gracious King approach. 
 Whose sceptre pardon gives ; 
 Perhaps He may command my touch, — 
 
 mf And then the suppliant lives! 
 
 — 4 "I can but perish, if I go, 
 
 I am resolved to try ; 
 For if I stay away, I know, 
 > I must forever die !" — 
 
 — 5 1 see thee go ; I hear thee say, 
 
 "Forgive, and save, — O King!" — 
 I see his sceptre's gentle sway ! — 
 f O, sinner, live, and sing ! e. jones. 
 
 264. 7s. Kimball, Pilgrim. 
 The Sinner joining the People of God. 
 
 1 PEOPLE of the living God, 
 
 I have sought the world around. 
 Paths of sin and sorrow trod, 
 Peace and comfort no where found: 
 
 2 Now to you my spirit turns. 
 Turns a fugitive unblest ; 
 Brethren, w here your altar bums, 
 O, receive me into rest. 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
[op siNxVers.] hymn 266, 499 
 
 S Lonely I no longer roam, 
 
 Like the cloud, the wind, the wave ; 
 Where you dwell shall be my home, 
 Where you die shall be my grave ; 
 
 4 Mine the God, whom you adore. 
 Your Redeemer shall be mine ; 
 Earth can fill my soul no more, 
 Ev'ry idol I resign. 
 
 5 Tell me not of gain or loss, 
 Ease, enjoyment, pomp, or power ; 
 Welcome poverty and cross. 
 Shame, reproach, affliction's hour: 
 
 6 "Follow me" ; — I know thy voice ; 
 afF Jesus, Lord, thy steps I see ; 
 
 Now I take thy yoke by choice, — 
 
 Light thy burden now to me ! Montgomery. 
 
 265. (i. 101.) L.M, Sterling. Ellenthorpe 
 Joy in Heaven for a repenting Sinner, 
 
 mp 1 WHO can describe the joys, that rise 
 Through all the courts of Paradise, 
 To see a prodigal return, 
 To see an heir of glory born.^ 
 
 — 2 With joy the Fa.ther doth approve 
 The fruit of his eternal love ; 
 The Son with joy looks down and sees 
 The purchase of his agonies. 
 
 3 The Spirit takes delight to view 
 
 The holy soul, He formed anew ; 
 
 «f And saints and angels join to sing 
 
 The growing empire of their King. watts. 
 
 266, L, M. Ellenthorpe. Duke street. 
 Joy in Heaven. Luke. 15. 10. 
 
 mf 1 HEARD ye not ring a shout of joy 
 Through all the arches of the sky? 
 It was a rapt'rous song of praise. 
 Which angels in God's presence raise. 
 
 2 But why this joy, this shout, this song. 
 Swelling from all the heav'nly throng? — 
 
600 HYMN 267. {of sinner- 
 
 rap Because the stubborn heart relents ; 
 Because the sinful man repents! 
 
 mf 3 Because God's grace and pow'r divine 
 In soul renew'd most glorious shine ; 
 
 r- Because the wretch, condenm'd to die. 
 Flees from the coming misery:— 
 
 4 Because in purifying flood 
 
 The soul is wash'd in Jesus' blood, 
 
 And tastes the bliss of pardon'd sin, 
 
 mf And gains the crown, which faith can win. 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 967. '^^' Nuremburg. Redeeming Love. 
 
 Joy in Heaven. 
 1 THERE was joy, great joy in heaven, 
 When this goodly world to frame 
 Jesus in his glory came ; 
 jBif Shouts of joy were heard on high, 
 
 And the stars sang from the sky, 
 "Glory unto God in heaven." 
 
 2 There was joy, great joy in heaven, 
 
 When of love the midnight beam 
 Dawn'd on th' tow'rs of Bethlehem ; 
 And along the echoing hill 
 
 mp Angels sang,— ''On earth good will, 
 
 Glory unto God in heaven." 
 
 — 3 There is joy, great joy in heaven. 
 
 When the sheep, that went astray. 
 Turns again to virtue's way ; — 
 When the soul, by grace subdued. 
 Sobs its pray'r of gratitude, 
 
 mf Then there's joy, great joy in heaven ! heb:', 
 
 9gg^ S.M, Peutonville. Olmutz. 
 
 The lost Child. 
 [The fact referred to occurred near Sack«tt> Harbor.] 
 1 THE anxious search was vain 
 The wilder'd child to find ; 
 But pity call'd them out again, — 
 The neighbors good and kind. 
 
OP CHRISTIANS.] HYMN 269. 501 
 
 2 In far-stretch'd rank they spread ^ 
 Wisely their toils combin'd, — 
 With law, "A single horn, if dead ; 
 Alive, a double wind." 
 
 3 ^'Hark!"— as the father lies, 
 With ear close to the ground, 
 
 He to the weeping mother cries, — 
 p "Alas ! the single sound !" 
 
 f 4 "Oh, no ! it rings once more ! 
 <: Horn, gun , and shout resound ! — 
 mp O God ! we praise Thee and adore ! — 
 Our child alive is found!" 
 
 — 5 So w^hen the wilder'd soul 
 
 To God is reconcil'd, 
 mf Through heav'n's wide arch the shouts do roll 
 
 For lost, recover'd child! allen. 
 
 OF CHRISTIANS. 
 
 269. C. M. St. Ann's. Archdale. 
 
 Covenant with God, 
 1 O, HAPPY day, that fix'd my choice, 
 On Thee, my Savior God! 
 Well may this glo^ving heart rejoice. 
 And tell its joys abroad. 
 
 mp 2 ^Tis done ; the great transaction's done ; 
 
 I'm his, — the Lord is mine ! 
 mf In conflict I've the vict'ry won 
 
 Through his kind pow'r divine ! 
 
 — 3 Now rest, my long divided heart, — 
 
 Fix'd on this centre, rest ; 
 mp Ah, who would grudge with earth to part, 
 
 In heav'n to be most blest? 
 
 aff 4 My God, w^ho heard the solemn vow, 
 That vow shall daily hear. 
 Till in life's latest hour I bow, 
 And bless a bond so dear ! doddridge. 
 
502 HYMN 270. [of christians.] 
 
 270, L, M. Uxbridge. Newcourt. 
 Dedication to God, 
 
 aff 1 LORD, I am thine, entirely thine, 
 
 Purchased and sav'd by blood divine ; 
 With full consent thine I would be, 
 And own thy sov'reign right in me. 
 
 2 Grant one poor sinner more a place 
 Among the children of thy grace, 
 
 A wretched sinner, lost to God, 
 But ransom'd by Immanuel's blood. 
 
 3 Thee my new Master now I call. 
 And consecrate to Thee my all ; 
 Lord, let me live and die to Thee; 
 
 Be thine through all eternity ! dayies. 
 
 271. (ii. 10.) CM. Colchester. Archdale. 
 
 Parting with earthly Joys- 
 1 MY soul forsakes her vain delight 
 And bids the world farewell ! 
 Farewell, illusions gay and bright, 
 But leading down to hell ! 
 
 S No longer will I ask your love. 
 Nor seek your friendship more ; 
 The happiness, that I approve, 
 Lies not within your power. 
 
 3 There's nothing round this spacious earth, 
 That suits my large desire ; 
 
 m§ To boundless joy and solid mirth 
 My nobler thoughts aspire. 
 
 4 Where pleasure rolls its living flood, 
 From sin and dross refined. 
 Still springing from the throne of God, 
 And fit to cheer the mind. 
 
 — 5 Had I the pinions of a dove, 
 I'd climb the heav'nly way ; 
 mp There sits my Savior, cloth'd in love ; 
 mf There beams eternal day ! watts. I 
 
[of christians.] hymn 273. 80^ 
 
 272. (ii. 11.) L, M, Luz. Nazareth, 
 
 Parting with earthly Joys* 
 
 1 I SEND the joys of earth away! 
 Away, ye tempters of the mind,— 
 False as the smooth, deceitful sea, 
 And empty, as the whistling wind. 
 
 2 Your streams were floating me along 
 Down to the gulf of black despair ; 
 And, whilst I listened to your song. 
 
 Your streams had well-nigh borne me there I 
 
 Aff 3 Thy matchless grace I, Lord, adore, 
 That warn'd me of that dark abyss. 
 That sav'd me from the treach'rous shore, 
 And bade me seek superior bliss. 
 
 mf 4 Now to the shining realms above 
 
 I stretch my hands and glance my eyes: 
 O, for the pinions of a dove 
 To bear me to the upper skies ! 
 
 5 There, from thy heav'nly throne, O God, 
 Oceans of endless pleasure roll ; 
 -^ There would I fix my last abode, 
 
 And drown the sorrows of my soul. watts.- 
 
 273. C.M. Blackburn. Wantage, 
 Repentance* 
 
 1 HOW oft, alas ! this wretched heart 
 Has wander'd from the Lord ! 
 How oft my roving thoughts depart. 
 Forgetful of his word ! 
 
 2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls, — "Return !'* 
 Aff Dear Lord! and may I come.*^ 
 
 My vile ingratitude I mourn: 
 O, take the wand'rer home ! 
 
 3 And canst Thou,— wilt Thou yet forgivey 
 And bid my crimes remove? 
 
 And shall a pardon'd rebel live 
 To speak thy wondrous love ? 
 
 mf 4 Almighty grace ! thy healing power^ 
 How glorious, — how divine, — 
 
504 HYMN 274. [of christians.] 
 
 That can to life and bliss restore 
 >• So vile a heart, as mine ! 
 
 Aff 5 Thy pard'ning love, — so free, — so sweet, — 
 Dear Savior, I adore ! 
 O, keep me at thy sacred feet, 
 And let me rove no more ! Steele. 
 
 274. (ii. 74.) S. M. Boxford. Aylesbury. 
 Ingratitude to God deplored. 
 
 1 IS this the kind return ? 
 
 Are these the thanks we owe? 
 Thus Love, eternal Love to spurn, 
 Whence all our blessings flow.^ 
 
 2 On us God bids the sun 
 Shed his reviving rays ; 
 
 For us the skies their circles run, 
 To lengthen out our days. 
 
 5 The brutes their God obey. 
 And bow to men their necks ; 
 But man, more brutish far, than they. 
 His easy reign rejects. 
 
 Aflf 4 Turn, — turn us, — God of love, 
 And mould our souls afresh ! 
 O, send thy Spirit from above, 
 And give us hearts of flesh ! 
 
 5 Let past ingratitude 
 
 Provoke our weeping eyes ; 
 
 And with thy mercy's ceaseless flood 
 
 Let hourly thanks arise ! watts. 
 
 275. L, M. Medway. Windham. 
 
 Penitence. 
 mp 1 ALLUR'D by pleasure's flatt'ring tongue, 
 My heart with anguish oft is wrung ; 
 I mourn the change, which sin has wrought. 
 But, ah! I mourn not, as I ought. 
 
 2 Again the vile enchantress smiles, 
 Again ensnares me by her wiles ; 
 Sin's thorny path again I tread. 
 And find, it leads but to the dead. 
 
[OP CHRISTIANS.] HYMN 277. 505 
 
 Aff 3 Save me. Lord Jesus, from my sin, 
 And heal this leprosy within ; 
 Cause the repenting tears to flow. 
 And snatch me from eternal wo ! 
 
 4 If still unhumbled, cast me down ; 
 Let all my pride be overthrown : 
 If humbled, O let peace descend. 
 
 And all my doubts and anguish end ! allei^* 
 
 276. S. M, Lathrop. Olmuta, 
 Penitence- 
 
 mp 1 SEEST thou that glist'ning eye. 
 From which the tear doth roll? 
 Or dost thou hear that broken sigh, 
 Outbursting from the soul ? 
 
 — 2 Blest is that tear: — 'tis bright. 
 As glitt'ring diamond-gem. 
 Reflecting quick the vivid lights 
 In monarches diadem. 
 
 8 Blest is that sigh: — His heard 
 By Him, enthron'd on high. 
 Who quickly sends his peaceful word 
 To bring salvation nigh. 
 
 aff 4 Lord, we have need to weep. 
 And need our breast to smite! 
 mp 0, give us all contrition deep, — • 
 mf Then beav'n^s most cheering light \ allen.- 
 
 277. C. M. Grafton, Elgin, 
 Penitence^ 
 
 Aff 1 THINE eye, intent on all my ways, 
 Has seen, O Lord, my sin. 
 The hourly follies of my days, 
 And all the guilt within. 
 
 5 This heart of mine is hard and cold. 
 Of most oppressive weight ; 
 
 O, for the grace, unbought with gold. 
 To change my wretched state ! 
 
 3 With Thee, O Lord, is matchless mighty 
 And matchless mercy too ; 
 43 
 
506 HYMN 278. [of christians.] 
 
 Dispel the gloomy shades of night. 
 Which hide Thee from my view. 
 
 4 Disclose the riches of thy love 
 
 To me, most poor and vile ; 
 
 mf Then shall I hope for joys above. 
 
 And serve Thee without guile ! allen. 
 
 278. (ii. 105.) C. M. Eastport. Marlow. 
 Repentance from the View of God^s Goodness- 
 
 Minor, 
 mp 1 AND live we, wretches, yet and move ? 
 And do we yet rebel ? 
 Major. 
 • — 2 'T is boundless, — 't is amazing love. 
 That bears us up from hell ! 
 
 Minor, 
 mp 2 Our weighty guilt would sink us low, 
 Down to the penal flames ; 
 And vengeance aims the dreadful blow. 
 To crush our feeble frames. 
 
 Major. 
 
 — 3 Almighty goodness cries, — ^'Forbear!" 
 
 And straight the thunder stays : — 
 
 Minor. 
 
 mp And shall we still his vengeance dare. 
 
 And weary out his grace ) 
 
 Major. 
 mf 4 No more shall sinful lust command, 
 No more will we obey : 
 Stretch out, O God, thy conqu'ring hand, 
 And drive thy foes away. watts. 
 
 279. CM. Medfieia. York. 
 The Penitent. Luke 7. 
 
 1 ASHAM'D to lift her streaming eyes 
 His hoi}' glance to meet. 
 She pour'd her costly sacrifice 
 Upon the Savior's feet. 
 
 2 Oppress'd by sin, by fear abashed, 
 And sinking in despair, 
 
[of christians.] hymn 281. 507 
 
 With tears his sacred feet she washed. 
 And wip'd them with her hair. 
 
 mf 3 '^Depart in peace," the Savior said, 
 
 •^Thy sins are all forgiven !" 
 mp The trembling sinner rais'd her head 
 
 In peaceful hope of heaven! nettleton's col. 
 
 280. (ii.106,) CM. Bangor, Wantage. 
 
 Repentance at the Cross- 
 mp 1 Oj IF my soul was form'd for wo, 
 How would I vent my sighs, 
 Repentance should, like rivers, flow 
 From both my streaming eyes. 
 
 2 'Twas for ray sins the Lord of life 
 Hung on the cursed tree ; 
 For them He bore the bitter strife, 
 For thee, my soul, for thee ! 
 
 SO, how I hate these lusts of mine. 
 Which Jesus crucified, — 
 The sins, that nail'd his hands divine. 
 And pierc'd his sacred side ! 
 
 mf 4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die ! 
 
 My heart has so decreed: 
 aff O, send thy Spirit from on high 
 
 To make me thine indeed! watts. 
 
 281. I^-M. Belville. Eaton, 
 Meditation on the Cross* 
 
 1 MY soul, inspir'd with holy flame, 
 R-eview with most regardful eye 
 That cross, whence th}^ salvation came, 
 
 On which the Lord for thee did die ; 
 For in that object is delight, — 
 mf In Jesus heav'nly glory bright! 
 
 aff 2 To Thee, O Lord, I lift my eyes, 
 
 I stretch my hands to Thee above ; 
 
 My heart presents its sacrifice. 
 Its humble gratefulness and love ; 
 
 To Thee myself and all I give ; 
 
 To Thee I die ! to Thee I live I raleigh. 
 
508 HYMN 282. [of christians.] 
 
 282. 8&7. Wilmot. Blue Town, 
 Forgive7iess. 
 
 mp 1 SWEET, as angels' notes in heaven. 
 When to golden harps they sound. 
 Is the voice of sins forgiven, 
 To the soul, by Satan bound! 
 
 2 "Sinner"! Jesus said, — ''I've lov'dthee 
 With an everlasting love ; 
 Justice has in Me appro v'd thee ; 
 Thou shalt dwell with Me above !" 
 
 S Sweet, as angels' harps in glory, 
 Was that heav'nly voice to me. 
 When I saw my Lord before me 
 Bleed and die to set me free ! 
 
 mf 4 Saints ! attend with holy wonder ! 
 Sinners! hear and sing his praise! 
 'Tis the God, that holds the thunder. 
 Shows himself the God of grace ! swain. 
 
 283. (i. 9.) C. M. Spencer. Miller, 
 
 Proffered Mercy. 
 
 1 IN vain our transient life we waste 
 To gather empty wind ; 
 The choicest blessings, which we taste, 
 Will starve a hungry mind. 
 
 2 Come, and the Lord shall well supply 
 Our souls with heav'nly meat, 
 With such, as saints can satisfy. 
 With such, as angels eat ! 
 
 3 Come, and He'll pity from his throne, 
 And wash our guilty stains 
 
 mp In the dear fountain, that his Son 
 > Pour'd from his dying veins. 
 
 — 4 Our heart, more hard than flinty rock. 
 
 Which terrors cannot move, 
 Andean at awful threat'nings mock, 
 mp Shall be dissolv'd by love. 
 
 — 5 Then shall his Spirit dwell within, 
 
 And deep engrave his law, 
 
 I 
 
{OP CHRISTIANS.] HYMN 285. 509 
 
 And, breaking all the pow'r of sin. 
 
 To swift obedience draw. watts. 
 
 284. C, M. Downs, Arlington. 
 Gospel Invitation. 
 
 1 LET ev'ry mortal ear attend. 
 And ev'ry heart rejoice ; 
 
 The gospel doth its message send. 
 With an inviting voice. 
 
 2 "Ho, ye, who, hung'ring after joys^ 
 Feed only on the wind. 
 
 And vainly strive with earthly toys 
 To fill an empty mind ! — 
 
 3 "Eternal wisdom hath outspread 
 A soul-reviving feast: 
 
 Ye all may taste the heav'nly bread. 
 The highest and the least. 
 
 4 "Ho, ye, who pant for living streams 
 > And pine away and die ! 
 
 mf Lo, here the living fount outgleams! 
 Lo, springs that never dry! 
 
 5 "The streams of mercy and of love 
 Here swell and overflow ; 
 Salvation in yon heav'n above 
 
 Your dying souls may knowM" watts. 
 
 285. C. M. Peterborough. Tolland, 
 
 Forgiveness' 
 1 O GOD, my sins are manifold. 
 Against my life they cry ; 
 Thy records all my guilt unfold ; 
 Condemn'd, my hopes all die ; 
 Wilt thou my trembling soul release. 
 That to despair is driv^en? 
 mp "Forgive,'' — outcries a voice of peace, 
 "And thou shalt be forgiven." 
 
 — 2 My foemen, Lord! are fell and fierce^ 
 They spurn me in their pride ; 
 My soul with ridicule they pierce^ 
 My patience they deride. 
 43* 
 
610 HYMN 286. [of christians.] 
 
 Arise, O King! and be the proud 
 To righteous ruin driven ; 
 mp "Forgive." — was heard from awful cloud, 
 "As thouwould'st be forgiven." 
 
 — 3 Sev'n times my pard'ning love they know, 
 
 Sev'n times they sin again, 
 
 They practise still to work me wo, 
 
 They triumph in my pain ; 
 
 But on them shall my vengeance break, 
 
 To just resentment driven ! 
 mp "Forgive!" — the voice of thunder spake,- 
 
 "Or never be forgiven !' heber. 
 
 286. C. M. Tremont. Kendall. 
 
 Free Pardon. 
 
 1 RETURN, O wanderer! now return, 
 And seek thy Father's face ! 
 Those new desires, which in thee burn. 
 Were kindled by his grace. 
 
 3 Return, O wanderer! now return! 
 He hears thy humble sigh : 
 He sees thy soften 'd spirit mourn. 
 When no one else is nigh. 
 
 S Return, O wanderer! now return ; 
 Thy Savior bids thee live : 
 Go to his feet, — and, grateful, learn 
 How freely He'll forgive ! 
 
 4 Return, O wanderer ! now return. 
 And wipe the falling tear: 
 Thy Father calls ; no longer mourn! 
 'Tis love invites thee near! collter. 
 
 287, L. M. Hebron. Alfreton. 
 
 The Female Convert, 
 }. AS truth reproves her worldly heart, 
 Seest thou her cold and scornful eye.'* 
 To heav'nly hopes it says, — "Depart; 
 I ask not for the joys on high!" 
 
 2 Alas, the images of good, 
 Which fill that eye, are forms of earth, — 
 
[OF CHRISTIANS.] HYMN 288. 511 
 
 Illusive shapes of fancy's brood, — 
 The pride of life, and transient mirth. 
 
 3 But grace, rich grace her soul renews. 
 And cheers with bliss of holy love ; 
 mp And now a contrite tear bedews 
 
 That eye, turn'd meekly up above. 
 
 — 4 No pearl from Ceylon's gem-pav'd sea. 
 
 Nor diamond from Golconda's shore, 
 Doth shine so pure and beauteously. 
 As tearful eye,— that scorns no more ! 
 
 mf 5 What glorious images now press. 
 
 And crowd w ithin th' enraptur'd eye ? — 
 Visions of truth and holiness, 
 And heaven's illimitable joy? 
 
 — 6 And on that e^^e shall darkness rest? 
 
 Yes, for a while ; as diamond's ray 
 May slumber in the mine unblest, — 
 Its grave, — until it finds the day. 
 
 7 But sleeping eye, when final morn 
 mf The dead shall wake, will kindle bright, 
 And gleam, like gem from darkness torn, 
 Reflecting Christ's eternal light! allen. 
 
 288. {h 87.) L. M. Winchester. Nantwich. 
 
 God dwelling with the Humble. 
 
 1 THUS saith the high and lofty One, 
 "I sit upon my holy throne ; 
 
 My name is God ; I dwell on high. 
 Dwell in my own eternity. 
 
 2 "But I descend to worlds below ; 
 On earth I have a mansion too ; 
 The humble spirit and contrite 
 Is an abode of my delight. 
 
 3 "The humble soul my words revive, 
 I bid the mourning sinner live. 
 Heal all the broken hearts, I find, 
 And ease the sorrows of the mind." 
 
 Aflf 4 O, may thy pard'niiig grace be nigh. 
 Lest we should faint, despair, and die ! 
 
612 HYMN 289. [op christians.] 
 
 Thus shall our better thoughts approve 
 The methods of thy chast'ning love, watts, 
 
 289. L. M. Hebron. Quito. 
 
 ChisVs regard to the Humble. Mat 12. 
 
 1 WHEN conscience to the heart within 
 Reveals the penalty of sin, 
 To Thee, O Lord, my wants I plead: 
 Thou dost not ^'hreak the bruised reed." 
 
 2 When anxious doubts assail my soul, 
 And (lark'nini,^ horrors round me roll, 
 I seek the beamings of thy face ; 
 Thou dost not "([uench" the spark of grace. 
 
 aflf 3 O, raise that drooj)ini; reed anew. 
 
 Refresh its root ^^ith heav'idy dew ; 
 
 And fan the sj)ark, till, pure and bright, 
 
 It swells into a burning light! cunmngham. 
 
 290. (i. in.) C. M. Peterborough. Bowdoin Square. 
 Salvation by Grace. 
 
 1 MY soul, thy God forever praise ; 
 Forever love his name. 
 
 Who turns thy feet from dang'rous ways 
 Of folly, sin, and shame. 
 
 2 'Tis not by works of righteousness. 
 Which our own hands have done ; 
 
 mf But we are sav'd by sovereign grace, 
 Abounding through his Son. 
 
 mp 3 'Tis from the mercy of our God, 
 That all our hopes begin ; 
 'Tis bv the water and the blood. 
 Our souls are wash'd from sin. 
 
 4 'Tis through the purchase of his death, 
 Who hung upon the tree. 
 The Spirit is sent down to breathe 
 On such dry bones, as we. 
 
 mf 5 Rais'd from the dead, we live anew ; 
 And, justified by grace, 
 We shall appear in glory too. 
 And see our Father's face ! watts. 
 
[of christians.] hymn 293. 513 
 
 291. 73. Rutland. Turin. 
 Jesus looked on him, Luke 22. 
 
 1 BY th' apostle thrice denied, 
 
 When the Savior turn'd his eye. 
 In his look there was descried 
 mf Strength of love, which cannot die, — 
 
 mp Pity for the fallen one, 
 
 Mercy, which the wand'rer won ! 
 
 — 2 0, what gushing, bitter tears 
 
 Down the rigid cheek then flowed ? 
 Now the swordsman meek appears. 
 In the dust in sorrow bowed ; 
 mp Now he seeks forgiving love, 
 mf Now he finds strength from above. 
 
 aff 3 Lord, although in tempting hour 
 
 Oft our souls, in guilty pride. 
 Have withstood the Spirit's power, 
 
 And thy blessed name denied ; 
 Yet on us have mercy too. 
 And our thankless hearts renew ! allen. 
 
 292. S.M. Beverly. Shirland. 
 Convert. 
 
 1 SEEST thou that worldly heart? 
 Seest thou that scornful eye. 
 
 Which says to heav'nly thoughts, — "Depart ; 
 I ask no joys on high !" 
 
 2 Now see that heart renew^'d. 
 And fill'd w ith heav'nly love ! 
 
 That eye, with contrite tears bedew'd, 
 And meekly turn'd above ! 
 aff 3 Lord, shall that eye soon close 
 In darkness of the tomb? 
 Yet Thou wilt wake it from repose, 
 ! mf And with heav'n's light illume ! allen. 
 
 1 293. (ii. 103.) C. M. Colchester, Archdale. 
 
 JV'of ashamed of the Gospel. 
 mf 1 I'M not asham'd to own my Lord, 
 Nor to defend his cause. 
 Maintain the honor of his word, 
 The glory of his cross! 
 
514 HYMN 294. [of christians.] 
 
 2 Jesus, ray God, I know his name, — 
 His name is all my trust ; 
 
 Nor will He put my soul to shame. 
 Nor drive me from the just. 
 
 3 Firm, as his throne, his promise stands, 
 And He'll at last restore 
 What I've committed to his hands. 
 Till the decisive hour. 
 
 4 Then will He own my name in love 
 Before his Father's face; 
 And in Jerusalem above 
 Appoint my soul a place. watts. 
 
 294» L. M. Ipswich. Alfreton. 
 
 J^ot ashamed of Jesus- Mark 8. 
 mp 1 ASHAM'D of Jesus! Can it be? 
 
 Mortals, O Lord, asham'd of Thee.? 
 mf Scorn'd be the thought by rich and poor: 
 O, may I scorn it more and more ! 
 
 — 2 Asham'd of Jesus! Just as soon 
 
 Might midnight blush to think of noon: 
 Asham'd of Jesus ! Sooner far 
 Let evening blush to own a star. 
 
 3 Asham'd of Jesus ! — Of that Friend, 
 On whom my hopes of heav'n depend.? 
 O, no! — My soul, be this my shame, 
 That I no more revere his name. 
 
 mp 4 Asham'd of Jesus! — Yes, I may. 
 
 When I've no sins to wash away ; 
 No ills to flee, no joys to crave. 
 No hell to fear, no soul to save I 
 
 — 5 Till then, — nor is my boasting vain, — 
 f <: Till then I boast a Savior slain ! 
 mp And O, may this my portion be, — 
 
 That Savior, not asham'd of me! grigg. 
 
 295. (•• ^02.) L. M. Hebron. Alfreton. 
 
 The Beatitudes- 
 1 BLEST are the humble souls, who see 
 Their emptiness and poverty ; 
 
[of christians.] HYJVTN 296. 515 
 
 Treasures of grace to them are given. 
 And crowns of joy laid up in heaven. 
 
 2 Blest are the men of broken heart. 
 Who mourn for sin with inward smart ; 
 The blood of Christ divinely flows 
 
 A healing balm for all their woes. 
 
 3 Blest are the meek, who stand afar 
 
 1 From rage and passion, noise and war ; 
 
 I God will secure their happy state , 
 
 And plead their cause against the great. 
 
 4 Blest are the men, who upward press, 
 , Hunger and thirst for righteousness ; 
 
 I They shall be well supplied, and fed 
 
 ( With living streams and living bread. 
 
 i 5 Blest they, whose kind affections move, 
 Who melt with sympathy and love ; 
 From Christ, the Lord, shall they obtain 
 Like sympathy and love again. 
 
 6 Blest are the pure, whose hearts, renewed. 
 With heav'nly graces are endued ; 
 
 With endless pleasure they shall see 
 A God of spotless purity. 
 
 7 Blest are the men of peaceful life, 
 Who quench the coals of growing strife ; 
 Children of God shall they be called, 
 From woes of hatred disenthralled. 
 
 8 Blest are the suff'rers, who partake 
 Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake ; 
 
 i mf Their souls shall triumph in the Lord ; 
 
 II Glory and joy are their reward! watts. 
 
 296. (ii. 106.) C. M. Litchfield. Stephens. 
 
 Difficult Way to Heaven. 
 
 1 STRAIT is the way, the door is strait. 
 That leads to joys on high ; 
 'Tis but a few, that find the gate. 
 While crowds mistake and die. 
 
 2 Beloved self must be denied, 
 The mind and will renewed, 
 
516 HYMN 297. [of christians.] 
 
 Passion supprcss'd, and patience tried, 
 And vain desires subdued. 
 
 3 The love of fame, the love of gpld 
 Must cease our hearts to sway ; 
 Til' unruly tongue must be controlled, 
 And our w hole soul obey. 
 
 4 When wrongs oppress, and doubts assail, 
 With sufT'rings, grief, and care, 
 A patient spirit must prevail. 
 And earnest be our prayer! 
 
 5 Lord, can a feeble, helpless worm 
 Fulfil a task so hard? 
 
 mf Thy grace must all my work perform, 
 And give the free reward. watts. 
 
 297. (i. 143.) C. M. Newton. Nottingham. 
 Children of God. 
 
 1 GRACE, like an uncorrupted seed. 
 Abides and reigns within ; 
 Immortal principles forbid 
 The sons of God to sin. 
 
 2 Not by the terrors of a slave 
 Do they perform his will ; 
 But with the noblest pow'rs, they have, 
 His sweet commands fulfil. 
 
 3 They find access at ev'ry hour 
 To God within the vail ; 
 Hence they derive a quick'ning power, 
 And joys, that never fail. 
 
 mf 4 O happy souls ! O glorious state 
 Of overflowing grace ! 
 To dwell within the heav'nly gate, 
 And see their Father's face ! 
 
 Aflf 5 Lord, I address my prayer to Thee ; 
 Call me a child of thine ; 
 Send to my heart thy Spirit free. 
 To form my soul divine. 
 
 6 There shed thy richest love abroad. 
 And make my comforts strong 3 
 
[of christians.] hymn 299, 617 
 
 mf Then shall I say, "My Father^ God!" 
 
 With an unwav'ring tongue. watts. 
 
 298. C. M. Heath. St. James, 
 Retirement. 
 
 1 FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, 
 From strife and tumult far. 
 Where Satan, with malignity, 
 Doth wage successful war. 
 
 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade 
 With pray'r and praise agree ; 
 And seem by thy sweet bounty made 
 For those, who follow Thee. 
 
 8 There, if thy Spirit touch the heart. 
 And grace its mean abode. 
 What peace and hope Thou dost impart, 
 [ With love to Thee, O God? 
 
 I 4 As sweet-ton 'd nightingale prolongs 
 Her solitary lays. 
 My soul no witness of her songs 
 Desires, nor human praise. 
 
 Aff 5 Author of life, my Shield, my Sun, 
 Blest source of light divine. 
 And, — all harmonious names in one, — 
 My Savior ! Thou art mine ! cowper. 
 
 299. "^s. Enfield. Broad Street. 
 Charitable Man. 
 
 1 OFT his silent spirit went, 
 Like an angel from the throne. 
 On benign commissions bent. 
 In the fear of God alone. 
 
 2 Then the widow's heart would sing. 
 As she turn'd her wheel, with joy ; 
 Then^the bliss of hope would spring 
 On the outcast orphan boy. 
 
 3 To the blind, the deaf, the lame, 
 To the ignorant and vile, 
 Stranger, captive, slave, he came 
 With a welcome and a smile. 
 
 44 
 
518 HYMN 300. [of christians.] 
 
 4 Help to all he did dispense. 
 Gold, instruction, raiment, food. 
 Like the gifts of Providence, 
 To the evil and the good. 
 
 5 Deeds of mercy, deeds unknown 
 
 Shall eternity record, ^JH 
 
 Which he durst not call his own, ^^^^ 
 
 For he did them to the Lord ! montgomert. 
 
 300. L. M. Rockingham, Effingham. 
 
 Love to Parents- 
 
 1 TO honor those, who gave us birth. 
 
 To cheer their age, to prize their worth. 
 
 Is God's command to human kind, 
 
 And own'd by ev'ry grateful mind. 
 
 mp 2 Trace, then, the tender scenes of old. 
 And all our infant days unfold ; 
 Survey the mother's love, and care 
 To form the lisping lips to prayer ; 
 
 9 Nor hold from mem'ry's glad review 
 The fears, which all the father knew, 
 The joys, that mark'd his thankful gaze, 
 As virtue crown'd maturer days. 
 
 4 When press'dby sickness, pain, or grief, 
 How anxious they to give relief? 
 Our dearest wish they held their own ; 
 Till our's return'd, their peace was flown. 
 
 aff 5 God of our life, each parent guard. 
 
 And death's sad hour, O ! long retard ; 
 Be theirs each joy, that gilds the past. 
 And heav'n our common home at last ! 
 Alexander's coll 
 
 301. L. M. Arnheim, Old Hundred, 
 
 Prayer for ourselves and Children. 
 AfF 1 IN Thee our fathers sought their rest. 
 And were with thy protection blest: 
 Behold their sons ! In thy rich grace 
 Grant us with Thee our fathers' place ! 
 
[of CHRISTIANS.] HYMN 303. 519 
 
 2 Through all the thorny paths, we tread, 
 
 Ere we are number'd with the dead, 
 When friends desert^ and foes invade. 
 Be Thou our all-sufficient aid. 
 
 3 And when this pilgrimage is o'er, 
 And we must dwell on earth no more. 
 To Thee, great God! may we ascend, 
 And find an everlasting Friend. 
 
 4 To Thee our infant race we'll leave ; 
 Them may their fathers' God receive ; 
 That voices, yet unform'd, may raise 
 
 mf Succeeding hynms of joyful praise. 
 
 DODDRIDGE. 
 
 302. (i. 129.) L.M. Hebron, Germany. 
 Abraham offering his Son. 
 
 1 SAINTS, at your heav'nly Father's word 
 Give up your comforts to the Lord j 
 
 He shall restore what you resign. 
 Or grant you blessings more divine. 
 
 2 So Abrah'm, with obedient hand, 
 
 Led forth his son at God's command ; — 
 The wood, the fire, the knife he took ; 
 mp His arm prepar'd the dreadful stroke. 
 
 — 3 '^Abrah'm, forbear," the angel cried, 
 
 " Thy faith is known, thy love is tried ; 
 Thy son shall live, and in thy seed 
 Shall the whole earth be bless'd indeed!" 
 
 4 Just in the last distressing hour 
 
 The Lord displays deliv'ring power ; 
 mf The mount of danger is the place. 
 
 Where we shall see surprising grace ! watts. 
 
 303. (i. 113.) C. M, Colchester. Wareham, 
 
 Promise to Abraham. 
 
 1 HOW large the promise, how divine, 
 To Abrah'm and his seed ; 
 
 ''I'll be a God to thee and thine, 
 Supplying all their need!" 
 
 2 His mercies unto those. He loves. 
 From age to age endure ; 
 
520 HYMN 304. [of christians.] 
 
 The Angel of thecov'nant proves 
 And seals the blessings sure. 
 
 3 Jesus the ancient word ne'er breaks, 
 To our great fathers given ; 
 Young chihlren to his arms He takes, 
 And calls them heirs of heaven. 
 
 mf 4 Our God, how faitliful is his word.'* 
 Unchanging is his h)ve ; 
 The promised good, on sure record, 
 Our children too shall prove ! watts. 
 
 304. (i. 94,) C. M. Spencer. Canterbury. 
 
 Justification by Faith. 
 
 1 VAIN are the hopes, the sons of men 
 On their own works have built ; 
 Their hearts by nature are unclean^ 
 And all their actions guilt. 
 
 2 Let Jew and Gentile guilty stand 
 Without a nmrm'ring word, 
 Transgressors of the just command, 
 Condemn'd before the Lord. 
 
 3 God's righteous law we ask in vain 
 To justify us now, 
 
 Since to convince and doom to pain 
 Is all, the law can do. 
 
 mf 4 Jesus ! thy wondrous love we bless ; — 
 When in thy name we trust, 
 Our faith receives a righteousness. 
 That makes the sinner just! watts. 
 
 ^305. S. M. Inverness. Olmutz, 
 
 Justification by Faith. 
 
 1 WOULDST thou with God be just 
 In dreaded judgment day? 
 
 On what then, mortal, dost thou trust.'* 
 Where is thy hope and stay ^ 
 
 2 On worth dost thou rely, — 
 On deeds of goodness done ^ 
 
 And dost thou claim reward on high, 
 And deem thy course well run } 
 
 i 
 
[of CHRISTIANS.] HYMN 307. 621 
 
 3 Alas, thy stain is deep. 
 And loj the curse is near, 
 Denounced on all, who fail to keep 
 God's law, with conscience clear. 
 
 mf 4 Come, then ; to Jesus come ; 
 O, come by faith and love ; 
 His mercy saves from threaten'd doom. 
 And lifts to heav'n above ! 
 
 Aff5 Blest Jesus, Son of God! 
 May we be justified, 
 Wash'd in th' atoning stream of blood, 
 Outflowing from thy side ! allen. 
 
 S06. C. M, Spencer. Peterborough. 
 
 Justification. 
 mp 1 AH, how can man, with guilt o'erspread. 
 Be just with God on high? 
 How can he meet, except with dread, 
 God's scrutinizing eye ? 
 
 — 2 Yet now may man be justified. 
 And dwell in purest skies. 
 Through Him, who on the cross once died 
 A Lamb of sacrifice. 
 
 3 'Tis faith, that turns away the blow, 
 By sword of justice aimed ; 
 'Tis faith, that wakes up joys below 
 In hearts, that joy disclaimed. 
 
 Aff 4 Lord, give us faith in thine own blood, 
 Once pour'd out on the tree ; 
 O, make us righteous with our God, 
 Then shall we dwell with Thee ? allen. 
 
 307. S.M. Boylston, Liule Marlborough. 
 
 Justification by Faith. 
 Aff 1 GUILT, Lord, deep guilt is mine. 
 Thy justice cannot spare ; 
 Though Thou hast stores of grace divine, 
 My guilt gives me despair. 
 
 2 Let justice have its sway, 
 Thy throne unsullied be ! 
 44* 
 
622 HYMN 308. [of christians.] 
 
 mp How can I in my vileness pray, 
 Or lift my eye to Thee? 
 
 mf S But lo, the Savior's form 
 Appears before my eye ! 
 Now flees away the threat'ning storm ; 
 Now shines a peaceful sky? 
 
 — 4 Thou canst, Lord, now be kind. 
 And justice still maintain. 
 For Jesus came the lost to find, 
 And on the cross was slain ! allkn. 
 
 308. L. M. Old Hundred. Uxbridge. 
 Justification by Faith. 
 
 (From tlie French of Desbarreaux.] 
 
 1 GREAT God! thy jud<j:ments all are right, 
 And Thou on mercy still art bent ; 
 But I have done Thee such despite, 
 That justice claims my punishment. 
 
 2 Yes, Lord, my crimes, exceeding great, 
 Would seem to silence mercy's cry ; 
 How canst Thou, in thy glorious state, 
 Regard such guilt with pitying eye? 
 
 3 Thy law is good: — to Thee I bow ; 
 All heav'n the judgment will approve, 
 When my poor soul is cast below ; 
 Nor can my reason Thee reprove. 
 
 4 I must adore Thee, though thou smite ;— 
 Yet Lord, the bolt of vengeance, sped, 
 Can strike no part, not cover'd quite 
 With blood of Christ, for sinners shed I 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 309. (»»• 1250 L, M. Nazareth. Wells. 
 
 Faith and Unbelief- 
 
 1 LIFE and immortal joys are given 
 To souls, that mourn the sins, they've done, 
 Children of wrath made heirs of heaven 
 By faith in God's beloved Son. 
 
 2 Wo to the wretch, who never felt 
 The inward pangs of pious grief, 
 
[OF CHRISTIANS.] HYMN 311. 523 
 
 But adds to all his crying guilt 
 The stubborn sin of unbelief. 
 
 S The law condemns the rebel dead. 
 Under the wrath of God he lies : 
 He seals the curse on his own head, 
 > And with a double vengeance dies. watts. 
 
 310. (i. 100.) L. M. Blendon. St. Paul's, 
 
 j Believe and be Saved. 
 
 1 NOT to condemn our guilty souls 
 Did Christ, the Son of God, appear ; 
 No voice of thunder round him rolls, 
 But mercy^s gentle call we hear. 
 
 U Such was the pity of our God, 
 He lov'd the race of man so well. 
 He sent his Son to bear our load 
 Of sins, and save our souls from hell. 
 
 3 Sinners, believe the Savior's word, 
 Trust in his mighty name, and live ; 
 |nf A thousand joys his truths afford. 
 
 His hands a thousand blessings give. 
 
 mp 4 But rebels, who refuse his grace, 
 And God's beloved Son despise. 
 Will find at last their dwelling place 
 In the dark pit, where Satan lies. watts. 
 
 j311. (i. 109,) L. M. Stonefield. St. Peter's, 
 
 Christ and his Righteousness' 
 
 1 NO more, my God, I boast no more 
 Of all the duties, I have done ; 
 I quit the hopes, I held before. 
 To trust the merits of thy Son. 
 
 2 Now, for the love I bear his name. 
 What was my gain I count my loss : 
 My former pride I call my shame. 
 And nail my glory to his cross. 
 
 3 Yes, and I must and will esteem 
 All things but loss for Jesus' sake ; 
 O, may my soul be found in Him, 
 And of his righteousness partake. 
 
624 HYMN 312. [of christians.] 
 
 4 The best obedience of my hands 
 Dares not appear before thy throne ; 
 But faith can answer thy demands 
 By pleading what my Lord hath done ! watts. 
 
 312. Ss. Wilworih. Wanworlh. 
 Power of Faith, 
 
 1 THE moment, a sinner believes, 
 And trusts in his crucified God, 
 His pardon at once he receives. 
 Redemption in full through his blood. 
 
 2 The faith, that forgiveness can claim. 
 And brings such salvation, as this, 
 Is more, than mere fancy, or name, — 
 The work of God\s Spirit it is. 
 
 mf 3 It treads on the w orld and on hell ; 
 It vanquishes death by its mi»xht, 
 And raises the sinner to dwell 
 With the angels most blessed in light ! 
 
 aff 4 Lord, give us true faith in thy blood, — 
 The faith, which still worketh by love, 
 Producing the fruits, that are good. 
 And leading to glory above! hart. 
 
 313. (ii.l29.). L. M. Duke Street. Charleston. 
 
 Walking hy Faith. 
 
 1 'TIS by the faith of joys to come 
 We walk through deserts, dark as night ; 
 Till we arrive at heav'n, our home, 
 Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 
 
 2 The want of sight she well supplies, 
 mf She makes the pearly gates appear ; 
 
 Far into distant worlds she pries, 
 And brings eternal glories near. 
 
 — 3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, 
 While faith supplies a heav'nly ray ; 
 Though lions roar and tempests blow. 
 And rocks and dangers fill the way. 
 
 4 So Abrah'm by divine command 
 
 Left his own house to walk with God ; 
 His faith beheld the promis'd land, 
 mf And fir'd his zeal along the road. watts. 
 
[of christians.] hymn 315. 525 
 
 314. CJ. M. Downs, Broomsgroye, 
 
 Poiver of Faith. 
 mt 1 RISE, O my soul, pursue the way. 
 By ancient worthies trod: 
 Those blest and holy men survey, 
 Who walk'd on earth with God. 
 
 — 3 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear. 
 And in example live ; 
 Their faith, and hope, and toils severe 
 Still fresh instruction give ! 
 
 S 'Twas by their faith's triumphant power 
 They conquer'd every foe ; 
 And they to Christ, in mercy's hour. 
 Their crowns and glory owe ! 
 
 ^ aff 4 Lord ! let me ever keep in sight 
 I These patterns. Thou hast given ; 
 
 , And ne'er forsake the path-way right, 
 
 Which led them safe to heaven ! needham. 
 
 315. (i. 120.) CM. Nichols. Bowdoin Square. 
 
 Faith in Things unseen* 
 * 1 FAITH is the brightest evidence 
 Of things beyond our sight. 
 Breaks through the clouds of flesh and sense. 
 And dwells in heav'nly light. 
 
 2 It sets time past in present show, 
 Brings distant prospects home. 
 Of things a thousand years ago. 
 Or thousand years to come. 
 
 S Abrah'm, to unknown countries led. 
 By faith obey'd the Lord ; 
 And all the sons of Abrah'm dead 
 Believe God's faithful word. 
 
 mf 4 He sought a city, fair and high, 
 Built by th' eternal hands ; 
 And faith assures us, though we die, 
 That heav'nly building stands ! watts. 
 
 s 
 
 i 
 
626 
 
 HYMN 316. 
 
 [of christians.] 
 
 316. 
 
 (i.HO.) C. M. 
 
 Dundee. London, 
 
 A living and dead Faith. 
 
 mp 1 MISTAKEN souls, that dream of heaven, 
 And make their empty boast 
 Of inward joys, and sins forgiven. 
 On passion's waves still tost. 
 
 2 Vain are our fancies, — airy flights, — 
 If faith he cold and dead; 
 
 — None but a living pow'r unites 
 To Christ, the living head. 
 
 3 'T is faith, that changes all the heart, 
 'T is faith, that works by love, 
 That bids all sinful joys depart, 
 And lifts the thoughts above. 
 
 mf 4 'T is faith, that conquers earth and hell 
 By a celestial powxr: 
 This faith shall surely triumph well 
 In the decisive hour! watts. 
 
 317. (i.64.) S. M. Stonington. Shirland. 
 
 Adoption. 
 
 1 BEHOLD, what wondrous grace 
 The Father hath bestowed 
 
 On sinners of a mortal race. 
 To call them sons of God ! 
 
 2 'Tisno surprising thing, 
 That we should be unknown ; 
 
 The Jewish world knew not their King, 
 God's everlasting Son. 
 
 3 Nor doth it yet appear, 
 How glorious we shall be ; 
 
 Aff But, Jesus, when Thou comest here, 
 We shall be like to Thee ! 
 
 4 A hope so much divine 
 May trials well endure ; 
 
 Should cause our graces bright to shine. 
 As, Jesus, Thou art pure ! 
 
 5 If in my Father's love 
 I share a filial part. 
 
 I 
 
[of christians.] hymn 319. 521 
 
 Send down thy Spirit like a dove 
 To rest upon my heart. 
 
 6 We would no longer lie 
 
 Like slaves beneath the throne ; 
 
 My faith shall Abba^ — Father^ — cry. 
 
 And Thou the kindred own. watts. 
 
 318. CM. Dedham. Arlington. 
 
 j Bearing the Cross. 
 
 ( Aff 1 DTDST Thou, blest Savior, suffer shame^ 
 I And bear the cross for me? 
 
 I And shall I fear to own thy name^ 
 
 i And thy disciple be ? 
 
 ( 2 Inspire my soul with life divine, 
 
 I And make me truly bold ; 
 
 \ Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine, 
 
 I Nor love nor zeal grow cold. 
 
 3 Let mockers scoff, the world defame. 
 And treat me with disdain, 
 
 I still will glory in thy name. 
 And count reproach my gain. 
 
 4 Forbid it. Lord, that I should dread 
 To suffer shame or loss ! 
 
 O, let me in thy footsteps tread, 
 
 And glory in thy cross ! kirkham. 
 
 319. I-« M. Trenton, Duke Street. 
 
 JSTot ashamed of Christ. 
 
 mp 1 BLEST Jesus ! who didst leave the skies 
 To bear thine untold agonies. 
 And on the cross didst die for me, — 
 Shall 1 be. Lord, asham'd of Thee.'* 
 
 mf 2 ''Asham'd of Thee," whose blood was shed 
 To turn perdition from my head. 
 To bring my soul from depths of wo, 
 And make me thy salvation know? 
 
 3 ''Asham'd of Thee," who from the grave 
 Didst rise thy dying friends to save, 
 Whose voice thy sleeping hosts shall wake, 
 When heav'n's eternal day shall break? 
 
628 HYMN 320. [of christians.] 
 
 4 "Asham'd of Thee," the Savior-King, 
 Whose praises all the righteous sing, 
 To whom at last the shout will rise, 
 Re-echoing through the earth and skies? 
 
 mp 5 ^'Asham'd of Jesus!" Then would He 
 In judgment be ashani'd of me, 
 And, smitten by his anger's flame, 
 My doom would be immortal shame ! allek. 
 
 320. (ii. 77.) L.M. Trenton. St. PauPs- 
 The Christian Warfare^ 
 
 mi 1 STAND up, my soul, for manly strife. 
 And gird the gospel armor on ; 
 March to the gates of endless life. 
 Where thy great Captain-Savior's gone, 
 
 — 2 Thy foes may rag-e, as oceans toss, 
 
 But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes ; 
 Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross, 
 
 mf 3 And sang the triumph, when He rose, 
 
 3 Then let my soul march boldly on, 
 Press forward to the heav'nly gate ; 
 There shines a crown, by courage won. 
 There glitt'ring robes for conqu'rors wait ! 
 
 4 There shall I wear a starry crown, 
 And triumph in almighty grace ; 
 With heav'nly hosts shall I bowdoT\Ti, 
 And sing my glorious Leader's praise ! watts-- 
 
 321. L.M. Truro. Duke Street. 
 The Christian Soldier. Eph. 6. 
 
 1 THE Christian warrior, see him stand 
 In the whole armor of his God ; 
 
 The Spirit's sword is in his hand ; 
 His feet are with the gospel shod: 
 
 2 In panoply of truth complete. 
 Salvation's helmet on his head. 
 With righteousness a breastplate meet. 
 And faith's broad shield before him spread. 
 
 3 With this omnipotence he moves, 
 From this the alien armies flee ; 
 
 il 
 
[OF CHRISTIANS.] HYMN 323. 529 
 
 Till more than conqueror he proves 
 Through Christy who gives him victory. 
 
 mf 4 Thus, strong in his Redeemer's strength. 
 Sin, death, and hell he tramples down, 
 Fights the good fight, and wins at length, 
 
 p< Through mercy, an immortal crown ! 
 
 MONTGOMERY. 
 
 322. CM. Jordan. Tolland. 
 Christian Soldier. 
 
 mp 1 AM I a soldier of the cross, 
 Engag'd in warfare good.'^ 
 And shall I dread disgrace and loss, 
 Or shedding of my blood? 
 
 mf No: — I will go, where Jesus leads, 
 And boldly face the foe: 
 He, who in Jesus' footsteps treads, 
 Defeat shall never know ! 
 
 — 2 Though first the cross, yet last the crown ; 
 
 Triumph is after fight: 
 
 Martyrs a diadem have won, — 
 
 Reward in heav'nly light, 
 mf Then let us bravely wage the w^ar, 
 
 And follow close our King, 
 
 That we may shine, as heav'nly star, 
 < And glorious triumph sing! allen. 
 
 323. (i, 48.) L. M. Dnke Street, Bedford Street. 
 
 The Christian Race. 
 
 1 AWAKE, our souls, our fears give place, 
 Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone ; 
 Awake, and run the heav'nly race. 
 
 And put a cheerful courage on. 
 
 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road; 
 And mortal spirits tire and faint ; 
 But they forget the mighty God, 
 Who feeds the strength of ev'ry saint. 
 
 3 The pow'rful God, whose matchless might 
 Is glorious, like the giant sun. 
 
 And lasts, while endless years, in flight. 
 Their everlasting circles run. 
 45 
 
530 HYMN 324. [of christians.] 
 
 4 From Thee, the overflowing spring, 
 Our souls shall drink a full suj)|)ly, 
 While men, this fount abandoning, 
 Shall melt away, and droop, and die! 
 
 mf 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the sky. 
 
 We'll mount aloft to thine abode ; 
 
 On wings of love our souls shall fly, 
 
 Nor tire amidst the heav'niy road, watts. 
 
 324. C. M. Nottingham. Chriaimas. 
 The heavenly Race- 
 
 mf 1 AWAKE, my soul, — stretch ev'ry nerve, 
 And press w ith vigor on ; 
 Ne'er from x\\v heavenward path-way swerve, 
 If thou wouldst gain the crown. 
 
 2 'Tis God's all animating voice. 
 That calls thee from on high: 
 He bids thee seek immortal joys, 
 Glories, that never die ! 
 
 — 3 A cloud of witnesses around 
 
 Hold thee in full survey: 
 mf They loud, inciting notes resound j — 
 
 Then onward urge thy way ! 
 
 Aff 4 Thee, Savior, may I hope to meet, 
 When I my race have run? 
 Yes! crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet 
 I'll lay my honors down ! doddridge. 
 
 325. Ss- Wilworth. Wanworth. 
 Exhortation to immediate Obedience- 
 
 1 THE night is fi\r spent ; then awake, 
 Arise from thy slothful repose: 
 The dawn of the day, shall it break, 
 And naught of thy labors disclose .»* 
 
 2 The night is far spent ; and the day 
 The deeds of dark hours will reveal: 
 Repeat, and return, while ye may. 
 Lest judgment, despairing, ye feel. 
 
 3 The night is far spent ; and the sun. 
 Which rises, will never go down: 
 
[of christians.] hymn 327. 531 
 
 Oj hast thou the victory won, 
 
 And shalt thou receive the bright crown? 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 326. S.M, Boylston. CornhiU. 
 Improvement of the present Time, 
 
 Aff 1 TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine ; 
 Dependent on thy doom ; 
 On us its sun may never shine ; 
 The night of death may come ! 
 
 2 The present moment flies. 
 And bears our life away; 
 
 O, make thy servants truly wise. 
 That we may live to-day ! 
 
 3 Since on this fleeting hour 
 Eternity is hung. 
 
 Awake by thine ahnighty power 
 The aged and the young. 
 
 4 To Jesus may we fly, 
 Swift as the morning light. 
 
 Lest life's young, golden beams should die 
 In sudden, endless night ! doddridge. 
 
 327. 5 & 8. Bethlehem. 
 
 Christian Effort. 
 mf 1 COME, let us awake. 
 Our arms let us take. 
 
 And speed us away to the fight ; 
 With Jesus, our head, 
 Where'er He may lead. 
 
 We'll march in the pow'r of his might. 
 
 2 Ah, who would not gain, — 
 Through labor and pain, — 
 A kingdom eternal above? 
 Ah, who would not dwell, — 
 Mid joys, none can tell, — 
 
 Where all is delight and sweet love ? 
 
 Aff 3 Blest Jesus, our strength! 
 0, grant, that at length 
 
532 HYMN 328. [of christians.] 
 
 A cro\^Tl to our heads may be given ; 
 O, brinsr us at last, — 
 The valley o'erpast, — 
 mf To glory eternal in heaven! allen. 
 
 328. (i. 139.) L. M. Arnheim. Old Hundred. 
 
 Hope in the Covenant. 
 
 1 HOW oft have sin and Satan strove 
 To rend my soul from Thee, my God.^ 
 But everlasting is thy love, 
 
 And Jesus seals it with his blood. 
 
 2 The oath and promise of the Lord 
 Join to confirm the wondrous grace ; 
 Eternal pow'r performs the word, 
 And fills all heav'n with endless praree. 
 
 3 Amidst temptations, sharp and long, 
 My soul to this dear refuge flies ; 
 
 mf Hope is my anchor, firm and strong, 
 
 While tempests blow, and billows rise! watts. 
 
 329. (i. 122.) L. M. Hebron. Nazareth. 
 Believers buried and raised with Christ, 
 
 1 DO we not hear that solemn word. 
 That we are buried with the Lord.** 
 Baptiz'd into his death, that w^e 
 From sinful bondage might be free.^ 
 
 2 Our souls receive diviner breath, 
 Rais'd from corruption, guilt, and death ; 
 
 So from the grave did Christ arise, i 
 
 And lives to God above the skies. 
 
 3 No more let sin or Satan reign \ 
 Over our mortal flesh again ; 
 
 The various lusts, we serv'd before. 
 
 Shall have dominion now no more. watts. 
 
 330. (ii. 165.) C. M. Mear. Dundee. 
 
 Unfruitfulness, Ignorance. 
 1 LONG have we sat beneath the sound 
 Of thy salvation. Lord ; 
 But still how weak our faith is found, 
 And knowledge of thy word.** 
 
^ [of CHRISTIANS.] HYMN 332. 533 
 
 2 How faint and feeble is our love? 
 How slight our fear and dread? 
 How low our hopes of joys above? 
 Our hearts how cold and dead? 
 
 Aff 3 Great God, thy sov'reign power impart. 
 And bless the word divine ; 
 Write thy salvation in our heart. 
 And make us wholly thine ! 
 
 4 Show our forgetful feet the way, 
 
 < That leads to joys on high ; — 
 
 mf There knowledge grows without decay. 
 And love shall never die ! watts. 
 
 331. (ii. 25.) CM. Stephens. London. 
 
 Acknowledgment of Sloth. 
 
 1 MY soul, why art thou thus asleep? 
 Awake, and toil, and strive ! 
 
 O, why do we, in slumber deep. 
 Thus negligently live? 
 
 2 We, for whose sake all nature stands. 
 And stars their courses move, — 
 
 mf We, for whose guard the angel bands 
 Come flying from above ; 
 
 3 We, for whom Christ from heav'n came down. 
 And labor'dfor our good: 
 
 — How careless to secure that crown. 
 He purchas'd with his blood? 
 
 aff 4 Lord, shall we still so sluggish lie. 
 While time with speed departs ? 
 Come, Holy Spirit, from on high. 
 And kindle up our hearts ! 
 
 mf 5 Then shall our active spirits move, 
 Upward our souls shall rise : 
 With hands of faith and wings of love 
 
 < We'll fly and seize the prize ! watts. 
 
 332. (i- 136.) C. M. Peterborough. Bowdoin Square. 
 
 Sincerity and Hypocrisy. 
 1 GOD is a Spirit, just and wise. 
 He sees our inmost mind ; 
 45* 
 
■1 
 
 534 HYMN 533. [of christians.] 
 
 In vain to heav'n we raise our cries, 
 And leave our souls behind. 
 
 2 Nothing but truth before his throne 
 With honor can appear: 
 
 The painted hypocrites are known 
 Through the disguise, they wear. 
 
 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, 
 Their bending knees the ground ; 
 But God abhors the sacrifice, 
 Where not the heart is found. 
 
 mp 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways 
 
 And make my soul sincere ; 
 mf Then shall I stand before thy face, 
 
 And find acceptance there ! watts. 
 
 333. (i. 134.) L. M. Ipswich. German Hymn. 
 
 Religion vain without Love- 
 
 1 HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, 
 And nobler speech, than angels use , 
 If love be absent, I am found. 
 Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 
 
 2 Were I inspir'd to preach, and tell 
 All, that is done in heav'n and hell. 
 Or could my faith tiie world remove ; 
 Still I am nothing without love. 
 
 3 Should I distribute all my store 
 To feed the hungry at my door. 
 Or give my body to the flame, 
 To gain a martyr's glorious name ; — 
 
 4 If love to God, and love to men 
 Be absent,— all my hopes are vain: 
 Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal 
 The works of love can e'er fulfil. watts. 
 
 334. (ii- 38.) C. M. Nichols. Stephens. 
 
 Love to God. 
 1 HAPPY the heart, where graces reign, 
 Where love inspires the breast : 
 Love is the brightest of the train, 
 And strengthens all the rest. 
 
[of christians.] hymn 336. 535 
 
 2 Knowledge^ alas ! 'tis all in vain. 
 And all in vain our fear ; 
 
 Our stubborn sins will fight and reign. 
 If love be absent there. 
 
 3 'Tis love, that makes our cheerful feet 
 In swift obedience move ; 
 
 The devils dread the judgment-seat. 
 But Satan cannot love. 
 
 4 This is the grace, that lives and shines, 
 When faith and hope shall die ; 
 
 mf 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings 
 In glorious worlds on high! watts. 
 
 335. (ia66.) L, M. EUenthorpe, Truro, 
 
 Love to God and Man. 
 
 1 THE great command has gone abroad, 
 "Let all thy inward powers unite 
 
 To love thy Maker and thy God 
 With utmost vigor and delight. 
 
 2 "Then shalt thou love thy neighbor too 
 With true affection, strong and free j 
 To him in all things thou shalt do. 
 
 As thou would'st he should do to thee." 
 
 3 This is the sense, that Moses spoke ; 
 This did the prophets preach and prove 5 
 For want of this the law is broke, 
 
 And the whole law's fulfiU'd by love. 
 
 4 But 0, how burns the selfish fire? 
 How cold our charity and zeal f 
 With love, Lord, our hearts inspire. 
 
 Or we shall ne'er perform thy will. watts. 
 
 336. (i. 132.) L. M. Hingham. Alfreton, 
 
 Holiness and Grace. 
 
 1 SO let our lips and lives express 
 The holy gospel, we profess ; 
 
 So let our works and virtues shine 
 To prove the doctrine all divine. 
 
 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad 
 The honors of our Savior, God, 
 
636 HYMN 337. [of christians.] 
 
 When the salvation reigns within, 
 And grace subdues the pow'r of sin. 
 
 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, 
 Passion and envy, lust and pride, 
 While justice, tcnij)'rance, truth, and love 
 Our inward piety approve. 
 
 mf 4 Religion lifts our spirits high, 
 
 While wc expect, with heav'nly joy, 
 
 The bright ap])earance of the Lord, 
 
 And faith stands leaning on his word, watts. 
 
 337. (ii. 107.) C. M. Elgin. Wantage, 
 
 Absence from God intolerable' 
 1 THAT awful day is sure at hand, 
 Th' aj)pointcd scene is nigh, 
 When I before my Judge must stand, 
 And bear his scrutiny ! 
 
 aff 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, 
 Thou sov'reign of my heart. 
 How could I bear to hoar thy voice 
 Pronounce the sound, ''Depart!" 
 
 3 O, wretched state of deep despair, 
 To see my God remove. 
 
 And fix my doleful station, where 
 I must not taste his love I 
 
 4 My worthless name, Lord, let me know. 
 Is graven on thy hands ; 
 
 And in thy book some promise show. 
 Where my salvation stands! watts. 
 
 338. L. M, Appleton. Duke Street. 
 
 God^s Presence in Trouble^ Isa. 43. 
 
 1 WHEN thou shalt pass through waters deep, 
 "I", saith the Lord, "thy life will keep, 
 
 And when through rivers thou dost go. 
 Thy soul the streams shall not o'erflow. 
 
 2 ''When through the fire thy feet shall walk. 
 My word the force of fire shall balk, 
 Nor shall the kindling of the flame 
 E'er singe thee, or e'er work thy shame. 
 
[OP CHRISTIANS.] HYMN 340. 537 
 
 3 "For I am God, the holy One, 
 And Jesus, Savior, is my Son ; 
 Then fear not, though the waters roll, 
 And raging fire o'erleaps control, 
 
 mf 4 "Nor flood, nor flame can work thee ill, 
 In flame and flood I'm with thee still ; 
 The flood shall wash away thy stain. 
 The flame shall purge thy gold again." allen. 
 
 339. L. M. Belville. Newcourt, 
 Elijah fed by Ravens- 
 
 1 THY rushing wing, dark-mantled bird, 
 
 The holy seer with gladness heard, 
 When famine rag'd on ev'ry side. 
 
 And founts and flowing streams were dried ; 
 But still, in Cherith's quiet vale. 
 The crystal waters did not fail. 
 
 2 From fields, uncheer'd by rains or dew. 
 
 To Cherith's brook the ravens flew ) 
 Both morn and eve, on pinions fleet. 
 
 They hover round the lone retreat, 
 By secret impulse thither led 
 To bring the exile daily bread. 
 
 3 I turn wdth fond delight to trace 
 
 The story of thy ancient race, 
 And think how, in their hour of need, 
 
 His faithful children God can feed. 
 There may be w^ant, and wo, and care, — 
 mf But Cherith's brook forbids despair. 
 
 MINST. OF WOODS. 
 
 340. C. M. Spencer. Peterborough. 
 Recovery from Sickness- 
 
 1 'T WAS dreadful, when th' accuser's power 
 AssaiPd my sinking heart. 
 Recounting ev'ry wasted hour, 
 And each unworthy part: 
 
 Aflf 2 But, Jesus, in that mortal fray 
 Thy blessed comforts stole. 
 Like sunshine in a stormy day, 
 Across my darken'd soul. 
 
538 HYMN 341. [of christians. 
 
 3 When soon or late'this feeble breath 
 No more to Thee shall pray, 
 Support me throiigli the vale of death, 
 And in the darksome way. 
 
 4 When, cloth'd in fleshly weeds again, 
 I wait thy dread decree, 
 
 Jiidi^e of the world, bethink Thee then, 
 That Thou hast died for me! heber. 
 
 341. L. M. Hebron. German Hymn. 
 Affliction. Job 5. 
 
 1 AFFLICTION comes not from the dust ; 
 No chance-sprung evil pains the just; 
 Yet man to trouble e'er is nigh, 
 
 As sparks from fire do upward fly. 
 
 2 The man, whom God corrects, is blest: 
 Then, when by sorrows thou art prest, 
 His chast'ning hand resist no more, 
 For, though He wounds, He will restore. 
 
 3 Thy soul in famine yet shall live. 
 Thy faded cheek He will revive ; 
 And, when the plague shall rage around, 
 A hiding-place for thee is found. 
 
 4 Within thy house there shall be peace, 
 And thou shalt see thy seed increase: 
 And thee at last the grave shall hide. 
 As shock of corn comes in its tide! allew, 
 
 342. C. M. Dedl.am. Newton, 
 Resignation, 
 
 1 ONE pray'r I have, — all pray'rs in one, — 
 When I am wholly thine ; 
 Thy will, my God, thy will be done, 
 And let that will be mine. 
 
 aff 2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good. 
 In Thee I firmly trust ; 
 Thy ways, unknown or understood, 
 Are merciful and just. 
 
) OF CHRISTIANS.] HYMN 344. 539 
 
 3 Thy gifts are only then enjoy ed. 
 When us'd as talents lent ; 
 Those talents only well employ ed. 
 When in thy service spent. 
 
 4 And, though thy "svisdom takes away. 
 Shall I arraign thy will? 
 
 No ; let me bless thy name, and say, 
 
 ''The Lord is gracious still." Montgomery. 
 
 343. (li. 109.) L. M. Hebron. German Hymn. 
 
 Trust in God in Adversity* 
 
 1 LORD, we adore thy vast designs, 
 Th' obscure ab3'ss of providence. 
 Too deep to sound with mortal lines^ 
 Too dark to view wnth feeble sense, 
 
 2 Through seas, and storms of deep distress 
 We sail by faith and not by sight ; 
 Faith guides us in the wilderness 
 Through all the dangers, that affright. 
 
 aff 3 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod 
 
 Resolve to scourge us here below, 
 Still we will trust thy love, God, 
 To bring us where pure pleasures flow ! 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 344. C. M. Broomsgrove. St. James. 
 Light in Darkness. 
 
 1 GOD moves in a mysterious way. 
 His w'onders to perform ; 
 He plants his footsteps in the sea. 
 And rides upon th^ storm. 
 
 2 Deep in unfathomable mines 
 Of never failing skill 
 He treasures up his bright designs, 
 And works his so v 'reign will. 
 
 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; 
 The clouds, ye so much dread, 
 Are big with mercy, and shall break 
 In blessings on your head ! 
 
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540 HYMN 345. [of christians!] 
 
 4 Judge not the Lord liy feeble seDse^ 
 But trust Him for his grace ; 
 Behiud a frowning providence 
 He hides a smiling face. 
 
 5 His purposes will ripen fast. 
 Unfolding ev'ry hour ; 
 The bud may have a liitter taste. 
 But sweet will be the flower. 
 
 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 
 And scan his work in vain ; 
 God is his own interpreter. 
 And He will make it plain. cowper. 
 
 345, L. M. Medway. German Hymn. 
 Mourning Pilgrim. 
 
 1 PILGRIM! do clouds of grief and wo 
 
 Shut out from thee that hcav'nly light, 
 Late spread along thy path-way bright? 
 Doth darkness brood on all below? 
 
 2 Fear not ; more glorious beams shall flow 
 
 From fount al)(>ve upon thy sight: 
 Thy God is faithful ; in his might 
 Thou'rt safe, and naught can thee o'erthrow. 
 
 3 Upon the wondrous cross gaze now ; 
 
 There hangs, while sun is veil'd in night, 
 The Son of God, w hom men do smite ; 
 And, dying, He his head doth bow. 
 
 4 But soon the grave his pow'r doth know ; 
 
 He mounts up, where with pure delight 
 Eternal ages wing their flight ; 
 Through Him shall joy to thee outflow! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 346. (ii- 122.) L. M. Ipswich. Medway. 
 
 Retirement and Meditation, 
 aff 1 MY God, permit me not to be 
 A stranger to myself and Thee ; 
 Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove. 
 Forgetful of my highest love. 
 
 2 Why should my passions mix with earth. 
 And thus debase my heav-nly birth? 
 
1 
 
 i [OF CHRISTIANS.] HYMN 348. 541 
 
 Why should I cleave to things below, 
 And let my God, my Savior, go ? 
 
 3 Call me away from flesh and sense ; 
 One sovereign word can draw me thence ; 
 I would obey the voice divine, 
 And all inferior joys resign. 
 
 mp 4 Be earth with all her scenes withdrawn 5 
 Let noise and vanity be gone ; 
 In secret silence of the mind 
 I My heav'n, and there my God I find, watts. 
 
 I 347. S. M. Boylston. Utica. 
 
 Evening Meditation of the Christian, 
 mp 1 IN silence of the night 
 I lift my wond'ring eye ; 
 I gaze on countless worlds of light, 
 Which stud the heav'ns on high. 
 
 2 Around them unseen worlds, 
 Th' abodes of heav'nly love, 
 
 — Pursue their course in endless whirls, 
 Rejoicing, as they move^ 
 
 mf 3 O, for an angePs wing 
 
 To leave this world of wo. 
 
 To rise, where spotless beings sing, 
 
 And pleasures ever flow 1 
 
 mp 4 Repent, and sin no more ! 
 
 — Desire not wings for flight, 
 mf For soon thy soul shall joyful soar 
 
 Up to thy God in light! allen. 
 
 348. C. M. Stephens. Bowdoin Square, 
 
 Walking with God. 
 
 1 O, FOR a closer walk with God, 
 A mind serene and blest, 
 A light to shine upon the road, 
 That leads me to my rest ! 
 
 2 Where is the blessedness, I knew, 
 When first I saw the Lord? 
 Where is the soul-refreshing view 
 Of Jesus, and his wordf 
 
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542 HYMN 349. [ar christians.] 
 
 3 What peaceful hours, I once enjoyed? 
 How sweet their inem'ry still? 
 But they have left an aching void, | 
 
 The world can never fill. 
 
 Aff4 Return, O holy Dove, return, 
 Sweet messenger of rest ; 
 I hate the sins, that ?nade Thee mourn, 
 And drove Thee from my breast. 
 
 5 The dearest idol, I have known, 
 Whatc'er that idol be. 
 Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
 Ancl worship only Thee I cowper. 
 
 349. S. M. Gerar. Olmutz- 
 Happy Old Age. 
 
 1 'T IS good our course to run. 
 And shed around us light, 
 Like yonder orb, the glorious sun. 
 Who moves with giant's might. 
 
 2 No prize the sluggard wins ; 
 'T is toil, that brings repose ; 
 Our bliss is bliss, that now begins. 
 And ending never knows. 
 
 3 We look on years gone by ; — 
 The fruits of good appear ; 
 
 mf The plants, we rear'd, wave on the eye. 
 Our hearts with joy to cheer. 
 
 4 We forward look, and see 
 No form of terror there, 
 But all is pure felicity, 
 
 > Instead of dark despair ! allen. 
 
 350. S. M. Inverness. Shirland. 
 Rejoicing in God. Hab. 3. 
 
 1 ALTHOUGH the fig tree fail 
 Its blossoms to display. 
 And though the fruitless land bewail 
 The vines, as they decay ; 
 
 2 Though none the olive press, 
 The fields shall yield no meat, 
 
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foF CHRISTIANS,] HYMN 352, 543 
 
 And famish'd men, in deep distress. 
 Like spectres walk the street ; — 
 
 3 Although the flock shall be 
 Destroy'd from off the fold. 
 And ill the stalls no herd ye see. 
 And want reigns uncontrolled -, 
 
 4 Yet shall my soul rejaice 
 In mercy's saving power, 
 
 mf And unto God I'll lift my voice. 
 
 And praise Him eveniiore ! allen. 
 
 351. L* M« Hebron. Germany, 
 Joy in God. Hsh^ 3, 
 
 1 THOUGH iag tree cease to deck the field, 
 And cultur'd ground no food doth yield. 
 Nor fruit hangs clust'ring on the vine, 
 To give, when press"'d-5 the cheering wine ; 
 
 2 Though flocks no longer seek the fold. 
 Nor herds graze now along the wold ; 
 
 mf Still in my God I'll yet rejoice ; 
 
 His treasures are my better choice, 
 
 3 To God my grateful song shall rise ; 
 He gives the fruits of paradise! 
 
 He gives me truth's refreshing food, 
 < And heav'n's illimitable goodi ajllen, 
 
 352. (ii. 112.) L. M, Reddington, Ellenthorpe. 
 Ministry and Guidance of Angels. 
 
 1 GREAT God, to what a glorious height 
 Hast Thou advanc'd the Lord, thy Son ! 
 Angels, in all their robes of light. 
 
 Are made the servants of his throne. 
 
 2 Before his feet thine armies wait. 
 And swift like flames of Are they move, 
 To manage his affairs of state 
 
 In works of vengeance and of love. 
 
 3 Now they are sent to guide our feet 
 Up to the gates of thine abode. 
 Through ail the dangers, that we meet, 
 In travelling the heav'nly road. 
 
544 HYMN 353. [of christians.] 
 
 Aff 4 Lord, when from earth I take my flight. 
 And Thou shalt bid me rise and come, 
 Send a beloved angel !)right 
 Safe to conduct my spirit home ! watts. 
 
 353. (ii. 18.) L. M. Trenton. Truro. 
 
 Ministry of Angels- 
 
 1 HIGH on a hill of dazzling light 
 The King of glory spreads his seat, 
 And hosts of angels, stretch'd for flight, 
 Stand waiting round his awful feet. 
 
 2 Are they not all thy servants, Lord.^ 
 At thy command they go and come, — 
 With cheerful haste obey thy word. 
 And guard thy children to their home. 
 
 3 Around me let thine angels be, 
 To guard me up to heav'n above ; 
 And, while I share their ministry. 
 Thy service let me also love ! watts. 
 
 354. (ii. 113.) C. M. Downs. St. James, 
 
 Ministry of Angels* 
 
 1 TO Christ, our heav'nly, glorious King, 
 Are angel lections given ; 
 They wait upon his saints, and bring 
 His chosen heirs to heaven. 
 
 2 Pleasure and praise run through their host 
 To see a sinner turn ; 
 That Satan has a captive lost, 
 And Christ a subject born. 
 
 9 But there's an hour of brighter joy. 
 When He his angel sends, 
 Unhumbled rebels to destroy. 
 And gather in his friends. 
 
 4 O, could I say without a doubt, 
 ''There shall my soul be found," 
 
 mf Then let the great archangel shout, 
 
 The last, loud trumpet sound ! watts. 
 
{of christians.] hymn 356. 545 
 
 3o5. 12s. Duren. New Jerusalem. 
 
 Free Grace. 
 
 1 THE voice of free grace cries, O come to the fountain, 
 O'erflovving with blood upon Calvary's mountain! 
 
 O, wash ia this fountain, the fount of salvation ; 
 Ye all may then say, with combin'd acclamation, — 
 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath bought us a pardon; 
 
 We'll praise Him again, when we pass over Jordan. 
 
 2 Ye souls, that are wounded, repair ye for healing 
 To Jesus, whose mercy to you is appealing : 
 O, will you despise all the blood of the fountain, 
 Which flow'd for you freely oq Calvary's mountain? 
 
 3 Our Jesus, enthroned, now reigneth most glorious ; 
 O'er sin, death, and hell He will make us victorious: 
 On high we will join with the great congregation, 
 And triumph, ascribing to Him our salvation. 
 
 4 With joy shall we stand, when our feet reach the shore; 
 W'ith harps in our hands we will praise Him the more; 
 We'll range the blest fields far beyond the deep river, 
 And sing of salvation forever and ever! thornby. 
 
 356. L,M. Behille. Newcourt. 
 
 The Christian IsraeL 
 
 1 STRANGERS and pilgrims tere below, 
 
 Like Israel, in the ancient day. 
 We to the land of promise go. 
 aff Lord I by thine own appointed way : 
 
 Still guide, illumine, cheer our flight. 
 In cloud by day, in Are by night. 
 
 2 Pj-otect us through the wilderness 
 
 From ev'ry peril, plague, and foe ; 
 With bread from heav'n thy people bless, 
 
 And living streams, where'er we go ; 
 Nor let our rebel hearts repine. 
 Or follow any voice but thin^. 
 
 3 When we have numbered all our years, 
 
 And stand at length on Jordan's brini, 
 Though fails the flesh with mortal fears, 
 
 O, let not then the spirit sink, 
 mf But, strong in faith, and hope, and love, 
 Plunge through the stream, to rise above ! 
 
 46* MONTGOMERY. 
 
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 W6 HYMN 357. [of christians.] 
 
 357. (ii. 64.) L. M. WaUon. Migg. Chant. 
 
 God the Glory and Defence of Zion. 
 
 m{ 1 HAPPY the church, thou sacred place, 
 The seat of thy Creator's grace ; 
 Thy holy courts are his abode, 
 Thou earthly palace of our God! 
 
 2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates 
 A guard of hcav'nly warriors waits ; 
 Nor shall thy deep foundations move, ,, 
 
 Fix'd on his counsels and his love. i 
 
 — 3 Thy foes in vain designs engage ; 
 
 Against his throne in vain they rage, 
 Like rising waves with angry roar, 
 >• That dash and die upon the shore. 
 
 — 4 Then let our souls in Zion dwell, 
 
 Nor fear the wrath of Rome and hell ; 
 mf His might protects this haj)py ground, 
 Like brazen bulwarks, built around. 
 
 — 5 God is our shield, and God our sun ; 
 
 Swift as the fleeting moments run. 
 
 On us He sheds new beams of grace. 
 
 And we reflect his brightest praise. watts. 
 
 358. (i. 8.) C. M. Dedham. New Conway. 
 
 Safety of the Church. 
 
 1 HOW high in honor is the place, 
 Where we adoring stand ; — 
 Zion, array 'd in heav'nly grace, 
 The glory of our land ! 
 
 2 Bulwarks of mighty grace surround 
 The city, where we dwell ; 
 
 The walls of strong salvation round 
 Defy th' assaults of hell. 
 
 3 What though on high the rebels rave ? 
 God's arm shall bring them low: 
 
 mp Low as the caverns of the grave 
 Their lofty heads shall bow. 
 
 — 4 Trust in the Lord with firmest mind, 
 
 And banish all your fears ; 
 
[OF CHRISTIANS.] HYMN 360. 547 
 
 mf Strength in Jehovah ye shall find 
 
 Eternal as his years! watts. 
 
 359. (ii. 35.) CM. Nottingham. Christmas. 
 Praise for Creation and Redemption. 
 
 1 WE raise our shoutSj O God, to Thee, 
 And send them to thy throne ; 
 
 All glory to the united Three^ 
 The undivided One. 
 
 2 Thou, Lord, and we'll adore thy name. 
 Didst form us by a word, 
 
 And Thou wilt build our mould'ring frame: — 
 Salvation to the Lord ! 
 
 3 Hosanna! Earth and skies, rejoice, 
 And speak th' exulting sound ! 
 Rocks, hills, and vales, reflect the voice 
 In one eternal round ! watts. 
 
 360. C. P. M. Kew. Rapture^ 
 Christians encouraging each other. 
 
 1 COME on, my partners in distress, 
 My comrades through the wilderness, 
 
 Whom raging foes would kill ; 
 Awhile forget your griefs and fears, 
 And look beyond this vale of tears 
 
 To yon celestial hill ! 
 
 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space 
 Look forward to that heav'nly place. 
 
 The saints' secure abode: 
 mf On faith's strong eagle-pinions rise, 
 And force your passage to the skies. 
 And scale the mount of God ! 
 
 — 3 Who suffer with our Master here. 
 We shall before his face appear. 
 
 And by his side sit down: 
 To patient faith the prize is sure ; 
 mf And all, that to the end endure 
 
 The cross, shall wear the crown ! 
 
 Wesley's coll. 
 
548 HYMN 361. [of christians.] 
 
 361. CM. Downs. St. James. 
 Communion of Saints. 
 
 1 THE saints on earth and those above 
 But one communion make ; 
 
 Join'd to their Lord in bonds of love, 
 All of his grace partake. 
 
 2 One family, we dwell in Him ; 
 One church above, beneath, 
 Though now divided by the stream, 
 The narrow stream of death. 
 
 3 One army of the living God, 
 To his command we bow ; 
 Part of the host have cross'd the flood, 
 And part are crossing now. 
 
 Aflf 4 O God, be Thou our constant guide ! 
 Then, when the word is given. 
 Bid death's cold flood its waves divide, 
 And land us safe in heaven ! c. weslky. 
 
 362. C. M. Medford. St. John's. 
 Union of Saints and JVotnre. 
 
 1 THE glorious universe around, 
 The heav'ns with all their train. 
 Sun, moon, and stars are firmly bound 
 In one mysterious chain. 
 
 2 The earth, the ocean, and the sky 
 To form one world agree. 
 Where all, that walk, or swim, or fly, 
 Compose one family. 
 
 3 In one fraternal bond of love, 
 One fellowship of mind. 
 The saints below and saints above 
 Their bliss and glory find. 
 
 aff 4 Lord, may our union form a part 
 Of that thrice happy whole. 
 Derive its pulse from Thee, the heart, 
 Its life from Thee, the soul ! MONXGOMERTii 
 
[of CHRISTIANS.] HYMN 364. 549 
 
 363. L. !M. Ipswich. German Hymn. 
 
 Life a Pilgrimage. Heb. 13. 
 
 1 "WE'VE no abiding city here ;" 
 Then let us live as pilgrims do ; 
 Let not this world our rest appear. 
 But let us haste from all below. 
 
 2 "We've no abiding city here ;" 
 We seek a land beyond our sight ; 
 
 mf Zion its name ; — the Lord is there ; 
 It shines with everlasting light. 
 
 mp 3 O, sweet abode of peace and love, 
 
 Where pilgrims, freed from toil, are blest! 
 Had I the pinions of a dove, 
 I'd fly to Thee and be at rest ! 
 
 — 4 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine ! 
 The time, my God appoints, is best: 
 While here, to do his will be mine, 
 1 And his to fix my time of rest. kelly. 
 
 I 364. (i. 32.) C. M. Dundee. 
 
 ' Strength from Heaven. 
 
 i 1 WHY these desponding thoughts? and where 
 
 I Hath all our courage fled.^ 
 
 1 Have restless sin and dark despair 
 
 [ Struck all our comforts dead.^ 
 
 i 2 Treasures of might in God we seek ; 
 
 ! In God those treasures dwell ; 
 
 He gives the conquest to the weak. 
 
 And treads their foes to hell. 
 
 3 Mere mortal pow'r shall fade and die. 
 
 And youthful vigor cease, 
 
 But we, who wait on God most high, 
 
 Shall feel our strength increase. 
 
 mf 4 The saints shall rise on eagle's wing. 
 And mount up to the skies, 
 And there a rapt'rous song shall sing, 
 And taste divinest joys! watts. 
 
650 HYMN 365. [or christians.] 
 
 365. C, M. Nichols, Colcheiicr. 
 Strong Faith and Hope of Heaven. - 
 
 1 ON Zion's hill my stand I take 
 And view my starry crown ! 
 No pow'r on earth my hope can shake, 
 Nor hell can thrust me down ! 
 
 2 The tow'rs and cities in their pride, 
 That lift their head on high, 
 Shall sink down into ruin wide ; 
 Their very names shall die. 
 
 S E'en earth itself shall feel the shock, 
 Though built by God's own hands ; 
 f But firmer, than the heav'ns, the Rock 
 Of my salvation stands ! swain. 
 
 366. L. M. Belville. Newcourt. 
 Foretaste of Heaven. 
 
 1 WHAT must it be to dwell above, 
 
 At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns, 
 Since the sweet earnest of his love 
 
 O'erwhelms us on these earthly plains! 
 No heart can think, no tongue explain, 
 What bliss it is with Christ to reign. 
 
 2 Where sin no more obstructs our sight, 
 
 When sorrow pains our hearts no more, 
 How shall we view the Prince of Light, 
 
 And all his works of grace explore? 
 What heights and depths of love divine 
 Will there through endless ages shine ! ? 
 
 3 This is the heav'n, I long to know ; 
 
 For this with patience I would wait, 
 Till, wean'd from earth and all below, 
 
 I mount to my celestial seat, 
 mf And wave my palm, and wear my crown. 
 And, with the elders, cast them down ! 
 
 MONTGOMERY'S COLL. 
 
[the gospel.] hymn 368. 551 
 
 TRIUMPH OF THE GOSPEL. 
 
 367. 5&8. Bethlehem. 
 On a Revival of Religion. 
 
 1 HOW blest is this day ! 
 O, wondrous display 
 
 Of pow'r and of mercy divine! 
 
 Admiring, we cry, 
 , With joy-beaming eye, — 
 
 ' "Blest Jesus ! this work, it is thine !" 
 
 2 See pride humbled low, 
 I See stubbornness bow, 
 
 And selfishness chang'd into love ! 
 
 Fierce anger relents, 
 
 The scorner repents. 
 
 The w orldling looks upward above. 
 
 mp 3 No blushes of shame 
 
 At Jesus' blest name 
 
 By sinner redeem'd is now known ; 
 mf Sav'dnow, though once lost, 
 
 In naught will we boast, 
 
 But Jesus, his cross, and his crown! allen. 
 
 368. 5 & 8. Bethlehem. 
 Revival and Invitation. 
 
 1 YE see, that the Lord 
 Hath stretch'd out his sword 
 The hearts of the sinful to smite ; 
 Ye see, that they bow. 
 
 And lay themselves low, 
 
 O'erwhelm'd by his word, that gleams bright. 
 
 2 And, sinners, can ye 
 From Jesus e'er flee, 
 Evading his justice and power? 
 
 mp O, come and submit ; 
 Come, bow at his feet. 
 When now is sweet mercy's kind hour! 
 
 — 3 0, shall it be said. 
 
 The Son of God bled. 
 Expiring in shame on the tree, 
 
662 HYMN 369. [triumph of 
 
 And that ye despise 
 
 The blood-purchas'd prize, 
 
 Salvation, eternal and free? allen. 
 
 I 
 
 369. L- M. Timsbury. Duke Street, 
 
 Invitation by neio Converts. 
 Aff 1 '*COME ye with us, we'll do you good ;"— 
 We're trav'lling to the proniis'd place, 
 Where, ransoin'd by atoning blood. 
 We hope to see our Savior's face. 
 
 3 ''Come ye with us:" — of late we wore 
 The >veary chain, like Egypt's thralls ; 
 But now^, releas'd, we're slaves no more! 
 O come, and then your shackle falls ! 
 
 3 "Come ye with us:" — we've passed the seaj 
 Unhurt, and, though in desert drear, 
 God is our guard, and e'er will be! — 
 O, come, and ye shall nothing fear! > 
 
 4 ''Come ye with us:" — O, say not, "no!" 
 Stay not behind, ye friends, w^e love ; 
 But come, and taste the joys, we know, — 
 Come, seek the home, we seek above. 
 
 5 "Come ye with us ; — we'll do you good ;" 
 We're trav'lling to the promis'd place, < 
 Where, ransom'd by atoning blood. 
 We hope to see our Savior's face ! allci • 
 
 370. C. M. St. Martin's. China. 
 
 Meeting of a Bible, or Missionary Society. 
 aff 1 O LORD, the glorious King above. 
 And Head of Church below! 
 Thy wondrous grace, and pow'r, and love 
 Let all the nations know. 
 
 2 Where'er the sun doth pour his light. 
 And darkness turns to day. 
 
 Let Truth shine forth, with beams most bright 
 And error chase away. 
 
 3 Where'er the foot of man doth tread 
 Beneath the cope of sky. 
 
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THE GOSPEL. HYMN 372. 553 
 
 mf There let the Gospel-Hera.lds spread 
 Glad tidings, life, and joy ! 
 
 mp 4 Blest Jesus ! come ; O, come, and reign ; 
 
 Let earth her King adore ! 
 f Then all thy hosts, in loudest strain, 
 < Shall praise Thee evermore ! allen. 
 
 371. L. M. Hebron. German Hymn. 
 Meeting of a Missionary Society. 
 
 Aff 1 WE meet, O Lord, through earth to spread 
 The truth, for which the martyrs bled ; 
 Along the line,— to either pole,— 
 The thunder of thy praise to roll ! 
 
 2 Our pray'rs assist, — accept our praise, — 
 Our hopes revive, — our courage raise ; — 
 Our counsels aid,— to each impart 
 The single eye, the faithful heart. 
 
 mf 8 Forth with thy chosen heralds go! 
 
 Let darken'd minds thy gospel know^ ! 
 
 From Zion's mount send forth the sound, 
 <: And spread it through the earth around. 
 
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 372. (i. 128.) L. M. Arnheim. Old Hundred. 
 
 Commission of the Apostles- 
 
 1 GO, preach my gospel," saith the Lord ; 
 ''Bid the whole earth my grace receive: 
 They shall be sav'd, who trust my w^ord, 
 And they condemned, who disbelieve. 
 
 2 **I'll make your great commission known. 
 And ye shall prove my gospel true. 
 
 By all the works, that I have done. 
 By all the wonders, ye shall do. 
 
 3 ''Teach all the nations my commands ; 
 I'm wdth you, till the world shall end: 
 All pow 'r is trusted in my hands ; 
 
 I can destroy, and I defend." 
 
 4 He spake, — and light shone round his head ; 
 On a bright cloud to heaven He rode ; 
 
 mf They to the farthest nations spread 
 
 The grace of their ascended God! watts. 
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 654 HYMN 373. [triumph of 
 
 373. (il. 144.) L. M. Sterling. Antigua. 
 The Gospel conquering the JVations. 
 
 mf 1 WELL arm'd, Christ sent the champions forth, 
 From east to west, from south to north, 
 ''Go ye, nor fear disgrace and loss ; 
 Go, spread the myst'ry of my cross !" 
 
 2 The weapons of the holy war, 
 Of what almighty force they are, 
 To make the stubborn passions bow. 
 And lay the proudest rebel low ! 
 
 8 Nations, the learned and the rude, 
 Are by the heav'nly arms subdued: 
 While Satan rages at his loss, 
 And dreads the triumphs of the cross. 
 
 Aff 4 Great King of grace, my heart subdue j 
 I would be led in triumph too, 
 A willing captive to my Lord, 
 And sing the vict'ries of his word ! watts 
 
 374. 8, 7, & 4. Brest. Missionary H. 
 A Voice from the perishing Heathens- 
 
 1 HARK ! we hear a voice outcrying. 
 Wafted from the pagan shore, — 
 
 mp ''Come and help us, we are dying. 
 Give us light; we ask no more!" — 
 
 mf We will help you ; 
 
 You our Savior shall adore ! 
 
 2 Yes, our glorious King in heaven 
 O'er the earth shall surely reign ! — 
 
 mp "Shall not help to us be given.** 
 
 Must we weep our woes in vain?" — 
 
 mf We will send you 
 
 Healing balm for all your pain. 
 
 3 Jesu:^ ! let thy kingdom flourish, 
 Let thy love the world o'erflow ! — 
 
 mp "Help us quickly, or we perish. 
 
 Midst your words, which kindly flow ! — " 
 
 mf We will help you. 
 
 Ye salvation's joys shall know ! allen. 
 
THE GOSPEL.] HYMN 376. 555 
 
 375. 7s. Southampton. Broad Street. 
 Missionaries encouraged. 
 
 mf 1 GO, ye messengers of light, 
 Clad in holy armor bright. 
 Sent in mercy from above, 
 Heralds of redeeming love ! 
 
 2 Go ye, vrhere the crescent gleams ; 
 There outpour truth's glowing beams 
 On the wilder'd, darken'd eye ; 
 Bear the saving cross on high ! 
 
 3 Go, where idol temples rise. 
 Mocking Him, who made the skies ; 
 Soon shall fall each impious tower, 
 Smitten by the gospel's power. 
 
 4 Fear ye not, for God is strong ; 
 Ye shall lift triumphant song, 
 Ransom'd souls with you shall sing 
 Praises unto Zion's King ! . 
 
 5 Go, ye messengers of light, 
 Clad in holy armor bright, 
 Sent in mercy from above. 
 
 Heralds of redeeming love ! allen, 
 
 376. L.M. Walton. Rothwell. 
 Zion^s Heralds. Isa. 52. 
 
 1 LO, on the mountains, O how fair 
 The feet of Zion's heralds are. 
 Who come glad tidings to proclaim. 
 And teach lost men the Savior's name.'^ 
 
 2 They publish mercy, peace, and grace. 
 Salvation to a ruin'd race. 
 
 Tidings of good to all the world, 
 For Satan from his throne is hurled. 
 
 3 They say to Zion, ''Lo, thy God 
 Victorious sends his truth abroad ; 
 Thy monarch reigneth, and his hand 
 No arm of evil can withstand." 
 
 mf 4 
 
 iiu ixini ui evil cttu vviLii&iauu. 
 
 Then, Zion's sons, extol your King, 
 And, joyous, his wide triumphs sing j 
 
556 HYMN 377. [triumph of 
 
 His light o'er all the nations gleams, 
 
 And all the earth shall see his beams! allen, 
 
 377, S. M. St. Thomas. Watchman. 
 Missionaries encouraged. 
 
 1 YE messengers of God, 
 Christ's sov'reign voice obey! 
 Go, follow in the paths. He trod, 
 And peace attend your way ! 
 
 2 The Master, whom you love. 
 Will needful strength bestow ; 
 Depending on his might above. 
 With fearless courage go. 
 
 3 Mountains shall sink to plains. 
 And hell in vain oppose ; 
 Jesus, the King of Zion, reigns. 
 In spite of all his foes ! 
 
 mf 4 Go, spread the Savior's name. 
 His matchless mercy tell ; 
 The wonders of his love proclaim 
 To all, on earth who dwell! voke. 
 
 378. 8 & 7. Greenville. Washington 
 On the Departure of a Missionary. 
 
 1 HOME, the scene of love and gladness, 
 Wound so close about my heart, 
 Is it not with deepest sadness. 
 That from thee I now depart? 
 
 'Tis with sadness, — 'tis with anguish, — i. 
 
 But with heav'nly pleasure too ; i 
 
 Now my spirits droop and languish, — 
 Now with joy I say, "adieu!" 
 
 2 If sweet home I'm now forsaking. 
 All my friends and kindred dear, 
 Sure my heart is well nigh breaking ; — 
 Whence then comes the mingled cheer .^ 
 
 mf 'Tis becasue a light is gleaming 
 On my path from heav'n above ; 
 And because 'tis all beseeming, 
 I should do this work of love ! 
 
 ' 
 
THE GOSPEL.] HYMN 380. 557 
 
 Aff 3 Jesus! — if He once descended 
 From his home beyond the sky, 
 Not by angel hosts attended, 
 But a servant, born to die ; 
 If He came to bring salvation, 
 Man to reconcile to God, 
 Saying, ' 'preach to ev'ry nation 
 Peace and pardon through my blood : — " 
 
 4 Can I, then J refuse the mission, 
 From the love of selfish joys? 
 High and glorious the commission ! 
 Rich the grace, which me employs ! 
 mf Cheerful then, the earth resigning, 
 Pilgrim-herald I will roam: — 
 I will toil without repining ; 
 Heaven at last shall be my home ! allen. 
 
 379. 7 4*6. Miss. Hymn. Romaine, 
 Prayer for Missionaries on their Voyage* 
 
 1 ROLL on, thou mighty ocean. 
 And, as thy billows rise. 
 And toss in wild commotion, 
 And heave unto the skies, 
 Lo, onward still is moving 
 The bark with precious freight. 
 And still that bark is proving, 
 Jesus, thy mercy great ! 
 
 Aff 2 Lord, be Thou still beside them 
 Through all their wat'ry way. 
 And let no ill betide them. 
 Till they shall joyful say, — 
 "Lo, yonder is the mountain. 
 On which our feet shall stand. 
 And we will ope life's fountain 
 To this parch'd, heathen land !" allen. 
 
 380. 8, 7&4. Zion. Greenville. 
 At the Departure of a Missionary, 
 
 1 YES, my native land, I love thee ; 
 All thy scenes, I love them well. 
 Nor for aught do I reprove thee, 
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 568 HYMN 381. [triumph of 
 
 Though I bid thee now farewell: 
 
 Can I leave thee. 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 
 
 2 Home! thy joys are heart-entrancing, 
 Joys, no stranger-heart can tell ! 
 Home ! my thoughts to thee are glancing ; 
 Can I say to thee, Farewell! 
 
 Can I leave thee. 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell? 
 
 8 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure, 
 Holy days and sabbath bell, 
 Sweetest joys, and richest treasure! 
 Can I say a last farewell? 
 
 Can I leave you, 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell? 
 
 4 Yes, I hasten, though full sadly, 
 From the scenes, I love so well ; 
 Grieving, still I leave them gladly ; 
 Home and native land, farewell! 
 
 Pleas'd, I leave you. 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell. 
 
 5 I to God would be approved : 
 On the mountains I would tell. 
 How He died. — God's Son beloved, — 
 To redeem a world from hell : 
 
 Home ! I leave thee. 
 Far in heathen lands to dwell. 
 
 6 Bear me on, thou restless ocean; 
 Let the winds my canvass swell ; 
 Heaves my heart with warm emotion. 
 While I go far hence to dwell ! 
 
 Home ! I leave thee ; 
 Native land! Farewell, Farewell! 
 
 S. K. SMITH. 
 
 381. 8 & 7. Wilraot. Sicilian H. 
 
 On the Departure of Missionaries. 
 
 1 "GO and preach to ev'ry ^creature !" — 
 Such the Savior's last command. 
 Not excepting hue or feature, 
 Burning clime or barb'rous land. 
 
THE GOSPEL.] HYMN 382. 559 
 
 2 Look to China's countless millions : 
 Look to Afric's dark-hued race ; 
 Look to Araby's pavilions ; 
 Nation after nation trace. 
 
 > 3 They are sinking, they are dying. 
 
 Losing heav'nly bliss above : 
 — Loud to us their voice is crying, — 
 
 "Come and save us in your love !" 
 
 4 Who is ready now to sever 
 
 Bands, that round his heart entwine ? 
 Who will go, resolving never 
 Under sufferings to repine. ^^ 
 Missionaries. 
 «np 5 "We are willing to dissever 
 
 Bands, that round our hearts entwine: 
 Pray for us, that we may never 
 Arduous work for Christ decline !" 
 Chorus. 
 mf 6 Go, and preach the great salvation ; 
 Spread the Savior's name abroad, 
 Till 'tis known in ev'ry nation: — 
 Great is your reward with God ! allen. 
 
 ■:3S2. 12s. Duren. 
 
 The Isles of the West congratulated. 
 
 1 YE Isles of the West, although once ia deep sadness. 
 Yet now all your gloom is succeeded by gladness : 
 
 A light hath arisen, outshining and glorious. 
 O'er idols the gospel of Christ is victorious ! 
 
 2 Alas! Ye may weep, as the past ye do ponder 
 
 And think of your crimes with compunction and wonder ; 
 For deep was your guilt, while to truth ye were strangers. 
 And blindly ye walk'd in the midst of great dangers. 
 
 -3 The mists, they are fled, and the sun is outbeaming ; 
 From wells of salvation your joys are now streaming ; 
 How great was the love, which your sins hath forgiven. 
 How great is the mercy of Jesus in heaven ? 
 
 -4 Ye Isles of the West, now your vallies are ringing 
 
 With shouts and with praise and the voice of sweet singing; 
 
 O live to your Savior ! Let nothing dissever 
 
 Your heart from the Lord ; so you'll praise Him forever! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
660 HYMN 383. [triumph of 
 
 383. S.M. Dover. St. Thomas. 
 
 The Field of the World. 
 
 1 SOW in the morn thy seed. 
 At eve hold not thine hand ; 
 
 To doubt and fear give thou no heed ; 
 Broad-cast it round the land. 
 
 2 The good, the faithful ground 
 Expect not here nor there ; 
 
 O'er hill and dale, by plots, 'tis found ; — 
 Go forth then ev'ry where. 
 
 S And duly shall appear, 
 In verdure, beauty, strength, 
 The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 
 And the full corn at length. 
 
 4 Thou canst not toil in vain ; 
 Cold, heat, and moist, and dry 
 Shall foster and mature the grain 
 For garners in the sky. 
 
 5 Thence, when the glorious end, 
 The day of God is come. 
 The angel reapers shall descend, 
 
 f And Heav'n sing '-Harvest Home!" 
 
 MONTGOMERT. 
 
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 384. 7 & 6. Miss. Hymn. Romaios. 
 
 The Conversion of the World. I 
 
 1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains ; 
 From India's coral strand ; 
 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. 
 And ev'ry prospect pleases ? — 
 
 mp Yet man, alas, is vile ! 
 — In vain, with lavish kindness. 
 The gifts of God are strown j 
 
 
THE GOSPEL.] HYMN 385. 561 
 
 The heathen, in his blindness, 
 Bows down to wood and stone. 
 
 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 
 By wisdom from on high, — 
 Shall we to men benighted 
 
 The lamp of life deny? — 
 mf Salvation !— O salvation ! 
 The joyful sound proclaim, 
 Till earth's remotest nation 
 Has learnM 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 
 
 The Lamb, for sinners slain, 
 
 Redeemer, King, Creator, 
 
 Returns in bliss to reign ! heber. 
 
 385. H. M. Marah. Darwell's. 
 
 Zion restored. Isa. 52. 
 1 O, ZION, now^ aw^ake ; 
 Be thou in strength arrayed ; 
 Let joyful songs outbreak 
 For pow'r divine displayed ; 
 For thou, Jerusalem, shalt rise 
 In glory on our wond'ring eyes ! 
 
 «p 2 How beautiful the feet. 
 
 Upon the mountains high. 
 
 Of him, whose voice, most sweet, 
 
 Proclaims salvation nigh? 
 
 mf That spreads good tidings far abroad. 
 That saith to Zion,— lo, thy God ! 
 
 3 Break forth in joyful songs, 
 
 Jerusalem most blest! 
 
 God hath redress'd thy wrongs. 
 
 And giveth joy and rest! 
 His saving power and majesty 
 The earth's remotest tribes shall see ! allen. 
 
66* HYMN 386. [triumph of 
 
 386. (i. 65.) L, M. Mendon, Antigua. 
 
 The World subjected to Christ. 
 
 1 LET the seventh angel sound on high ; 
 Let shouts be heard through all the sky ! 
 Kings of the earth, with glad accord, 
 Give up your kingdoms to the Lord. 
 
 2 Let all, O God, thy glories see, 
 Who wast, and art, and art to be ! 
 Jesus, the Lamb, who once wast slain. 
 Forever live, forever reign ! 
 
 S Soon must the rising dead appear ; 
 Soon the decisive sentence hear: 
 Soon the dear martyrs of the Lord 
 Receive an endless, rich reward ! watts. 
 
 387. (i. 58.) L, M. St. Paurs. Trenton. 
 
 Overthroto of Satan. 
 1 DOWN to the earth was Satan thrown ; 
 Down to the earth his legions fell: 
 mf Then was the trump of triumph blown, 
 mp And shook the dreadful deeps of hell. 
 
 — 2 Now is the hour of darkness past, 
 
 Christ has assum'd his reigning power: 
 Behold the great accuser cast 
 
 > Down from the skies, to rise no more. 
 
 mf 3 Rejoice, ye heav'ns ; let ev'ry star 
 
 Shine with new glories round the sky : 
 Saints, while ye sing the heav'nly war. 
 Raise your Deliv'rer's name on high ! watts. 
 
 o8o. L- M. Arnheim. Blendon. 
 
 Fall of Babylon. Rev. 18. 
 
 1 THE angel lifted high the stone. 
 Then cast it in the sea, and cried, — 
 *'Thus sinks proud, blood-stain'd Babylon 
 In all her glorious state and pride!" 
 
 2 Down sank the mighty stone ; and straight 
 The earth did seem, like sea, to swell, 
 And shook beneath the guilty weight ; 
 
 In ruin wide the city fell. 
 
THE GOSPEL.] HYMN 390. 563 
 
 3 "Alas, that city!" cry great kings, 
 Who well her sorceries had known. 
 Who oft had brought their offerings, 
 "Alas, that city, Babylon !" 
 
 4 Lord, let the antichristian power, 
 StainM with the blood of martyrs slain, 
 Sink down in ruin in an hour, 
 
 And never smite the good again ! allen. 
 
 389. L. M. Nazareth. Bath. 
 
 Fall of Babylon i or of Rome. Rev. 18. 
 
 1 HER shorn and mitred merchants weep ; 
 They lose, with her, their gainful trade 
 Of long indulgences, to keep 
 
 Men's souls from hell, for silver weighed ; — 
 
 2 Their trade of oil and relics cheap, — 
 As saintly bones in grave-yard laid, — 
 Of beads, and bulls, and wares a heap, 
 And silver crosses, high displayed ! 
 
 8 By sale of these, and masses vain. 
 And idols both of wood and stone, — 
 A countless, soul-deceiving train, — 
 Their priestly, princely pow'r had grown. 
 
 4 Seeing her smoke, they cry amain, 
 ''Alas for her, now overthrown ! 
 Now ceases all our mighty gain ! 
 Alas, that city, Babylon !" alleic. 
 
 90. 7 & 6. Missionary H. Romaine, 
 
 Jerusalem to he restored, 
 
 1 WHERE once the temple's towers 
 Were rear'd on Zion's height, 
 Secur'd from hostile powers 
 By uncreated might. 
 There now a mosque, in terror, 
 Lifts minaret and dome ; 
 The prophet there of error 
 Is seated in his home ! 
 
 2 How chang'd the voice of gladness, 
 Which rung through all God's courts.^ 
 
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 564 HYMN 391. [triumph of 
 
 For joy is turn'd to sadness ; — 
 Imposture there resorts! 
 And shall imposture ever 
 On Zion have its throne? 
 And Jesus, Savior, never 
 In Salem reign alone ? 
 
 mf 3 O Zion, on thy mountain 
 
 Thy glorious King shall stand, 
 
 And Siloa's copious fountain 
 
 Spread joy through all the land ; 
 
 Mohammed's dire delusion 
 
 Shall flee before the light, 
 
 And truth, without illusion, 
 
 Shall cheer the raptur'd sight ! allew 
 
 391. L. M. Stonefielrl. Duke Street. 
 
 Prayer for the Jews. 
 
 1 DISOWN'D of heav'n, by man oppressed^ 
 Outcasts from Zion's hallow'd ground, 
 
 O, why should Israel's sons, once blest. 
 Still roam the scorning world around? 
 
 2 Lord ! visit thy forsaken race. 
 
 Back to thy fold the wanderers bring ; 
 Teach them to seek thy slighted grace, 
 And hail in Christ their promis'd King. 
 
 3 The veil of darkness rend in twain, 
 Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light ; 
 The sever'd olive branch again 
 Firm to its parent stock unite. 
 
 mf 4 Hail, glorious day, expected long, 
 
 When Jew and Greek one pray'r shall pourJ 
 With eager feet one temple throng, 
 With grateful praise one God adore ! 
 
 EPISC. COLL. 
 
 392. 7s. Norwich. Fairfax. 
 
 Ethiopia shall stretch out her Hands to God. 
 mp 1 HARK! that shriek at dawning hour! 
 'T is the mother's cry forlorn, 
 As she sees, by ruthless power 
 All her lov'd ones from her torn I 
 
THE GOSPEL.] HYMN 394. 565 
 
 2 Torn to speed across the main ; — 
 There in market to be sold, — 
 There to wear a galling chain, 
 And to feel their griefs untold. — 
 
 mf 3 Ne'er again shall slaver's band 
 Terror spread and ruin wide 
 Over, Afric, thy fair land, 
 Rushing, like the torrent's tide ! 
 
 4 Lo, the Ethiop shall extend 
 Rev'rent hands unto his God, 
 Ne'er again to idol bend, 
 Quitting dang'rous paths, once trod. 
 
 5 On the long, terrific night, 
 Brooding, Africa ! o'er thee, 
 Truth shall pour its cheering light, 
 
 And thy chained sons be free ! allen. 
 
 393. L. M. Duke Street. Uxbridge. 
 Kingdom of Christ. Isa. 11. 
 
 1 FROM Jesse's root a branch shall spring. 
 And o'er the earth its shadows fling ; 
 
 A wise and holy Prince shall rise 
 With might, descended from the skies. 
 
 2 He justly will the wicked smite. 
 And vindicate the poor man's right ; 
 His favor all the world shall bless 
 With truth, and peace, and righteousness. 
 
 3 The wolf and lamb together feed, 
 The leopard lies down with the kid ; 
 The calf, and bear, and lion wild 
 Are led by hand of little child. 
 
 4 The infant with the asp shall play, 
 Nor cockatrice shall give dismay ; 
 
 O'er all the earth God's truth shall flow, 
 As waters fill the sea below ! allen. 
 
 394. 7 & 6, Missionary H. Romaine. 
 Conversion of the JVations. 
 
 mf 1 WHEN shall the voice of singing 
 Flow joyfully along.'' 
 
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566 HYMN 395. [triumph of 
 
 When hill and valley ringing 
 With one triumphant song, 
 Proclaim the contest ended, 
 And Him, who once was slain, 
 Again to earth descended, 
 In righteousness to reign ! 
 
 2 Then from the craggy mountains 
 The sacred shout shall fly ; 
 And shady vales and fountains 
 Shall echo the reply. 
 High tow'r and lowly dwellmg 
 Shall send the chorus round, 
 f All hallelujah swelling 
 
 In one eternal sound! pratt's coll. 
 
 205 H. M, Murray. St. Philip'i. 
 
 Conversion of the World. 
 
 1 RISE, Sun of glory, —rise! 
 And chase those shades of night, 
 Which now obscure the skies, 
 And hide thy sacred light ; 
 
 O, chase those dismal shades away, 
 And bring the bright, millennial day ! 
 
 2 Now send thy Spirit down 
 On all the nations, Lord! 
 With great success to crown 
 The preaching of thy word ; 
 
 That heathen lands may own thy sway, 
 And cast their idol-gods away. 
 
 3 Then shall thy kingdom come 
 Among our fallen race, 
 
 And all the earth become 
 The temple of thy grace ; 
 Whence pure devotion shall ascend, 
 And songs of praise, till time shall end ! 
 
 pratt's coll. 
 
 OQg^ C. M. St. Ann's. London. 
 
 Conversion of the World. 
 1 GREAT God! the nations of the earth 
 Are by creation thine ; 
 And in thy works, outbeaming forth, 
 Thy pow'r and glory shine. 
 
THE GOSPEL.] HYMN 398. 567 
 
 Aff 2 But, Lord, thy greater love has brought 
 Thy gospel to our race. — 
 Thy mercy's stores beyond all thought, — 
 The treasures^ of thy grace ! 
 
 3 O, when shall these glad tidings spread 
 The spacious earth around, 
 
 Till ev'ry soul, in sin now dead, 
 Shall hear the quick'ning sound ? 
 
 4 Lord, let thy blessed truth be known ! 
 mf O spread the gospel's rays ; 
 
 And build on sin's demolish'd throne 
 
 A temple to thy praise ! gibbons. 
 
 397. L. M Mendon, Ellenthorpe. 
 Conversion of the World. 
 
 1 ARM of the Lord, awake! — awake! 
 Put on thy strength, — the nations shake! 
 Now let the world, adaring, see 
 Triumphs of mercy, wrought by Thee ! 
 
 2 Say to the heathen from thy throne, 
 "I am Jehovah, God alone !" 
 
 Thy voice their idols shall confound, 
 And cast their altars to the ground ! 
 
 5 Let Zion's time of favor come ! 
 
 O, bring the tribes of Israel home ! 
 Soon may our w^ond'ring eyes behold 
 Gentiles and Jews in Jesus' fold ! 
 
 4 Almighty God! thy grace proclaim 
 Through ev'ry clime, — of ev'ry name! 
 Let hostile pov/'rs before Thee fall. 
 And crown the Savior Lord of all ! 
 
 burder's coll. 
 
 398. 7s. Rutland. Turin. 
 Conversion of the World. Isa. 35. 
 
 1 IN the lands, which seem accurst. 
 
 Where no verdure clothes the ground, 
 mf There the waters shall outburst, 
 There all virtues shall abound : 
 Truth, a living stream, shall flow, 
 Earth refreshing joys shall know ! 
 
568 HYMN 399. [triumph of 
 
 2 Lo, the wild lifts gladsome voice, — 
 Chang'd to fruitfulness its doom: 
 Dreary desert doth rejoice, 
 
 And appears in Eden's bloom: — 
 They behold God's glorious word, — 
 Wondrous goodness of the Lord! 
 
 8 Now the light doth cheer the blind ; 
 mp Sweetest sounds the deaf employ ; 
 
 — Like the bounding hart, or hind, 
 
 Now the lame man leaps for joy: 
 mf Now the dumb doth joyfcU sing 
 -< Grateful praise to Zion's King! allen. 
 
 399. CM. Stephens. Colchester. 
 Universal Spread of the Gospel. Isa. 35. 
 
 1 O'ER mountain tops the mount of God 
 In latter days shall rise. 
 Above the highest hills untrod, 
 And draw the wond'ring eyes. 
 
 2 To this the nations, fill'd with joy, 
 All tribes and tongues shall flow ; 
 
 mf *'Up to the mount of God," they cry, 
 "And to his house we'll go." 
 
 8 The beams, from Zion's hill that shine, 
 Shall brighten ev'ry land ; 
 Salem's exalted King divine 
 Shall soon the world command. 
 
 mp 4 No battle's sound, nor hostile feat 
 Disturbs those happy years ; 
 To ploughshares men their swords shall beat, 
 To pruning hooks their spears. 
 
 mp 3 No longer host, encount'ring host, 
 Shall heaps of slain deplore ; 
 Men all their martial skill have lost. 
 And study war no more ! scotch par. 
 
 400. 78. Wilmot. Blue Town, 
 Influence of the Gospel. Isa. 53. 
 
 1 HARK ! the wastes have found a voice ! 
 Lonely deserts now rejoice ! 
 
THE GOSPEL.] HYMN 401. 569 
 
 Gladsome hallelujahs sing: 
 All around with praises ring. 
 
 2 Lo ! abundantly they bloom, 
 Lebanon is hither come : 
 CarmePs stores ihe heav'ns dispense, 
 Sharon's fertile excellence. 
 
 3 See, these barren souls of ours 
 Bloom, and put forth fruits and flowers, 
 Flow'rs of Eden, fruits of grace, — 
 Peace, and joy, and righteousness! 
 
 4 Blind we were ; but. Lord, we see ; 
 Deaf ; we hearken now to Thee: 
 Dumb ; for Thee our tongues employ: 
 Lame 5 and, lo ! we leap for joy. 
 
 5 Faint we were, and parch 'd with drought ; 
 Water at thy word gush'd out: 
 
 Streams of grace our thirst repress, 
 
 Starting from the wilderness ! wesley's coll. 
 
 401. 8&7. Monmouth. [In •'Choir."] 
 
 Kingdom of Christ Universal. 
 aff 1 GREx\T King of Zion ! Thou shalt reign 
 O'er ev'ry tribe and nation, 
 And loud shall sound o'er hill and plain 
 
 The wonders of salvation: 
 Thy gospel, a resplendent light. 
 Shall put all evil shapes to flight ; 
 All men shall see its glory ! 
 
 «if 2 I see the idols tott'ring round, 
 
 I see their temples shaking, 
 I see them falling to the ground. 
 
 In thousand fragments breaking: — 
 No idol's house again shall rise. 
 Nor vain illusion cheat the eyes. 
 
 Nor ear shall hear their story ! 
 
 3 No more shall battle-trumpet ring, 
 Nor longer roll war's thunder ; 
 Their chains shall fall, th' oppress'd shall sing 
 In new and joyful wonder: 
 
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570 HYMN 402. [various 
 
 All crimes shall cease of ev'ry hue, 
 And naught of ill shall meet the view ; 
 
 All men shall see thy glory! allen. 
 
 402. 7s. Nnremburg. Broad Street. 
 
 Paradise on Earth. 
 
 1 LOj the earth, array'd in light. 
 Shines out glorious to the sight! 
 See the wilderness assume 
 All the tints of Eden's bloom! 
 
 2 In the desert shall the stream 
 On the thirsty trav'ller gleam, 
 And the rills and fountains round 
 Gladden all the parched ground. 
 
 3 Fir trees shall the thorn displace ; — 
 Myrtles flourish in their grace, — 
 Where the brier wide was spread. 
 With his prickles sharp and dread. 
 
 mf 4 Hark I the glad, exulting word! 
 Earth rejoices in the Lord, — 
 In his mercy from above. 
 In the wonders of his love ! allen. 
 
 VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 
 
 403. (i. 79.) L. M. Winchelsea. Winchester 
 A Morriing Hymn, 
 
 1 GOD of the morning! at thy voice 
 The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, 
 And, like a giant, doth rejoice 
 To run his journey through the skies. 
 
 2 O, like the sun, may I fulfil i 
 Th' appointed duties ot the day ; J 
 With ready mind, and active will, * 
 March on and keep my heav'nly way. * 
 
 S Lord, thy commands are good and pure, t 
 
 Enlightening my beclouded eyes, . 
 
 Thy threat'nings just, thy promise sure ; * 
 Thy gospel makes the simple wise ! 
 
 
OCCASIONS.] HYMN 405. 571 
 
 4 Give me thy counsel for my guide, 
 And bring me to eternal rest: 
 I there would be fore'er allied 
 With saints redeemed, in glory blest! watts. 
 
 404. (i. 81.) L. M, Rockingham, Seasons. 
 
 Morning and Evening. 
 Aff 1 MY God, how lasting is thy love! 
 Thy gifts are every ev'ning new ; 
 And morning mercies from above 
 Gently distil, like early dew. 
 
 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night. 
 Great guardian of my sleeping hours ; 
 Thy sov'reign word restores the light, 
 And quickens all my drowsy powers. 
 
 3 I yield my pow'rs to thy command, 
 To Thee I consecrate my days ; 
 
 mf Perpetual blessings from thine hand 
 
 Demand perpetual songs of praise, watts. 
 
 405. ^' M. Pilesgrove. Timsbury. 
 
 Morning. 
 
 1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun 
 
 Thy daily stage of duty run ; 
 Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 
 To pay thy morning sacrifice. 
 
 2 Thy precious time, misspent, redeem ; 
 Each present day thy last esteem ; 
 Improve thy talent with due care ; 
 For the great day thyself prepare. 
 
 3 In conversation be sincere. 
 
 Keep conscience as the noon-tide clear: 
 Think how th' all-seeing God thy ways 
 And all thy secret thoughts surveys. 
 
 4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, 
 And with the angels bear thy part, 
 Who all night long unwearied sing 
 High praise to the eternal King. 
 
 5 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew ; 
 Scatter my sins as morning dew ; 
 
1 
 
 572 HYMN 406. [various 
 
 Guard my first springs of thought and will. 
 And with thyself my spirit fill. 
 
 6 Direct, control, suggest this day 
 All, I design, or do, or say ; 
 Thjit all my pow'rs, with all their might, 
 In thy sole glory may unite. ken, 
 
 406. L. M. Walton. Wells. 
 Evening. 
 
 1 GLORY to Thee, my God, this night 
 For all the blessings of the light ; 
 Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 
 Beneath the shadow of thy wings. 
 
 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
 The ill, that I this day have done. 
 That with the world, myself, and Thee 
 I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 
 
 S Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 The grave as little, as my bed ; 
 Teach me to die, that so 1 may 
 Rise glorious at the judgment day. 
 
 4 O, may my soul on Thee repose, 
 
 And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; 
 Sleep, which may mc more vig'rous make 
 To serve my God, when I awake. 
 
 5 When in the night I sleepless lie. 
 
 My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply: 
 Let no ill dreams disturb my rest. 
 No pow'rs of darkness me molest. 
 
 6 Let my blest Guardian, while I sleep. 
 His watchful station near me keep, 
 My heart with love celestial fill, 
 
 And guard me from th' approach of ill. ken. 
 
 407. L. M. Walton. Pilesgrove. 
 
 Midnight. 
 1 BLEST angels, while we, silent lie, 
 You hallelujahs sing on high- 
 You joyful hymn the ever-blest 
 Before the throne, and never rest. 
 
OCCASIONS.] HYMN 408. 573 
 
 i 2 I with your choir celestial joia 
 
 ' In otfring up a hymn divine; 
 
 With you in heav'n I hope to dwell, 
 And bid the night and world farewell. 
 
 3 All praise to Thee, in light arrayed. 
 Who light thy dwelling place hast made: 
 A boundless ocean of bright beams 
 From thy all-glorious Godhead streams. 
 
 4 Blest Jesus, Thou, on heav'n intent. 
 Whole nights hast in devotion spent; 
 But I, frail creature, soon am tired, 
 And all my zeal is soon expired. 
 
 . 5 Shine on me. Lord, new life impart, 
 
 Fresh ardor kindle in my heart; 
 I One ray of thy all-quick'ning light 
 
 Dispels the sloth and clouds of night. ken. 
 
 408. 7 s. Wilmot. Blue Town, 
 
 Morning, 
 
 1 WAKE, my soul, and as the sun 
 Giant-like goes on his way, 
 And untir'd doth w^estward run, 
 So thy course pursue this day. 
 
 2 Lo, the sun gilds mountain's height, 
 I Spreads his beams along each vale, 
 
 ' Turns all gloominess to light, 
 
 And all eyes his rising hail: 
 
 j 3 So should'st thou spread truth around 
 In thine own appointed sphere; 
 Truth, that makes pure joys abound, 
 Truth, that darken'd minds doth cheer. 
 
 4 So should'st thou by warmth of love, 
 
 1 By kind influence wide diffused, 
 
 I Gladden hearts, which grief doth move, 
 
 I Bless the souls, by wrongs abused. 
 
 I 5 Glorious is the orb of day, 
 
 I Needing none to say, he's bright! 
 
 So should'st thou to all display 
 ' Strong example of the right. 
 
674 HYMN 409. [various 
 
 6 Where's the arm, that wheels the sun? 
 
 Where's the power, that lights his flame? I 
 
 Blessed God! thy will be done! 
 
 Let the world extol thy name ! allen. 
 
 409^ 7 8. Wilson. Blue Town. 
 
 Evening. 
 1 WELCOME is the evening shade 
 To the toiler through the day, 
 When, his debt of duty paid, 
 He reposes, as he may. 
 
 aff 2 Glory, Lord, I give thy name 
 
 For thy watchful care and love ! 
 Thou hast strengthen'd all my frame. 
 Thou hast bless'd me from above. 
 
 S In this day how many eyes 
 
 Have been clos'd in deepest night? 
 In this day how many cries 
 Have been rais'd in wild affright? 
 
 4 Blessed God ! thy mighty arm 
 Has my weakness guarded well; 
 Thou hast shielded me from harm, 
 Thou hast kept me up from hell. 
 
 — 5 Midst the day's disturbing cares, 
 
 Midst the tempting? forms of things, 
 Of my sin heart witness bears. 
 Conscience wounds me with its stings. 
 
 aff 6 Lord, forgive me in thy love 
 
 For the sake of Him, who died; 
 Never from Thee let me rove, 
 Never leave my Savior's side. 
 
 7 Keep me in the coming night, 
 Guarded safely let me be; 
 Grateful may I see the light. 
 Rising for thy service free. 
 
 p 8 From the sleep of death, O Lord, 
 
 Let me rise in last great morn, 
 
 mf Rous'd up by thy mighty word, 
 
 For immortal glory born ! allen. 
 
 1 
 
OCCASIONS.] HYMN 411. 575 
 
 410. 7 s. Pleyel's Hymn. Sharp. 
 
 Midnight, 
 1 WHEN awake at noon of night, 
 Lord, I find myself with thee: 
 Earth, all shut out from my sight, 
 Upward rise my thoughts most free ! 
 
 5 Soon the darkness overpast, 
 Dawn will tinge a purple die; 
 Soon the glorious sun will cast 
 Brightest beams from eastern sky. 
 
 3 Soon the grave's thick, midnight gloom 
 Will invest me all around; 
 p Soon in silence of the tomb 
 > I shall find a sleep profound. 
 
 mf 4 Yet the grave a beam shall see. 
 
 Brighter, than the sun-beam bright; 
 All the gloom of death will flee, 
 
 <: All the sleepers rise in light ! 
 
 mp 5 But the second death, how dark ! 
 Never sun-beam brightens there ! 
 Dreadful sentence ! soul, now hark ! — 
 '^ Sink, ye scorn ers, in despair !" 
 
 6 When they sink, behold the wise; 
 mf O, what glories cheer their sight? 
 
 They with Christ ascend the skies; 
 They shall dwell in heav'n's own light [ 
 
 aff 7 Thou, with whom the night is day, 
 Who dost see the inmost heart. 
 Beams of mercy. Lord, display, — 
 Mercy's beams to me impart! allejn^ 
 
 41 !• S. M. Mornington. St^ Thomjas.. 
 
 Eclipse of the Sun. 
 1 THE sun withdraws his light,. 
 And, though in mid career,. 
 A pall conceals him from our sight,. 
 And nature round is drear.. 
 
 mp 2 Ah, should that pall remain,. 
 And should his shining cease » 
 
II 
 
 674 HYMN 412. [various 
 
 The life of man on earth were pain, 
 In death alone ^vc^e peace. 
 
 mf 3 A sun more irloriou.s shines, 
 The Sun of Ri«rhteousness, 
 Whose spiritual lii^dit redeems, refines, 
 And will forever bless. 
 
 — » 4 ' Tis sin alone, >ve know. 
 
 Shuts out his face of l«)ve: 
 
 Rej)ent, O sinner, lest in wo 
 > The second death thou prove! allen 
 
 4*\2 7 s. Rutland. Broadstreet. 
 
 The Rainbow. Support in Affliction. 
 
 1 WHEN the sun with cheerful beams 
 
 Smiles upon a low'rin*,' ?<ky. 
 Soon its aspect soften'd seems, 
 
 And a rainbow meets the eye: 
 While the sky remains serene. 
 This bright arch is never seen. 
 
 2 Thus the Lord's supporting power 
 
 Brightest to his saints appears; 
 W^hen atHiction's threat'ning hour 
 
 Fills their sky with clouds and fears; 
 He can wonders then perform, — 
 Paint a rainbow on a storm. 
 
 3 All their graces doubly shine. 
 
 When their troubles press them sore. 
 And the promises divine 
 
 Give them joys, unknown before: 
 As the colors of the bow 
 To the cloud their brightness owe. newton. 
 
 4)13 5 & 8. Bethlehem. 
 
 J\^ew Year. 
 1 THE year, that is fled, 
 Is gone with the dead, 
 Is lost in the shadows of night; 
 mf Come, let us anew. 
 With glory in view. 
 Proceed, like the sun in his might. 
 
occAsiOxXS.] HYMN 415. 577 
 
 — 2 The past wakes our tears. 
 The future our fears. 
 Lest all our bright prospects should fail: 
 Then, Lord, unto Thee 
 We all now do flee. 
 Lest sin and the tempter prevail. 
 
 3 As time wings its flight, 
 May we with delight 
 
 Perform all the work. Thou hast given; 
 And may we at last, — 
 Death's valley o'erpast, — 
 mf Attain to the glories of heaven ! allen. 
 
 414. CM. Nineveh. Dundee. 
 This Year thou shall die^ 
 
 1 GAY youth ! Do hope's delusive beams 
 
 Attract thy giddy eye } 
 
 Dismiss thine idle, blissful dreams^ 
 
 For this year thou shalt die 1 
 
 2 Strong man! Dost thou for lucre moil. 
 For fading honors sigh ? 
 
 Forbear thy fruitless, worldly toil, 
 For this year thou shalt die ! 
 
 8 Old man ! Who still dost grasp the sand. 
 Unmindful of the sky, 
 Relax thy hold, unloose thy hand. 
 For this year thou shalt die 1 
 
 4 O sinner, hear sweet mercy's strain. 
 And break each guilty tie; 
 
 Then thou a heav'nly crown shalt gain, 
 Though this year thou shalt die ! allen. 
 
 415. Sb. Spring. Wanworth. 
 Spring. 
 
 1 THE winter is past, that was drear, 
 The rains have well moisten'd the ground^ 
 The flow'rs on the earth now appear, 
 And beauty and gladness abound . 
 
 2 The time has now come, when the bird 
 His song of delight doth outpour, 
 
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578 HYMN 416. [various 
 
 And the voice of the turtle is heard, 
 Where all was dead silence before. 
 
 3 The winter of sin in our heart, 
 Whose pow'rs doth the ice hold in chain. 
 Lord, bid, in thy mercy, depart; — 
 Let spring-time of good come again ! 
 
 4 O Lord, in thy grace and thy love, 
 Renew us, and teach us thy ways: 
 Then, grateful, we'll lift up above 
 Our songs never ending of praise ! allek. 
 
 416. 7s. Nuremburg. Blue Town. 
 Spring. 
 
 1 JOYFL^L spring again is here! 
 Trees and fields in bloom appear! 
 Hark ! the bird*!, with artless lays. 
 Warble their Creator's praise ! 
 
 2 How the soul in winter, mourns. 
 Till the Lord, the Sun, returns? 
 Till the Spirit's gentle rain 
 Bids the heart revive again ? 
 
 8 Let me, Lord, now hear thy voice ; 
 Bid my des'late soul rejoice ; 
 O, beloved Savior, haste, 
 Tell me, all the storms are past! 
 
 4 Bring me up to Eden's bowers ; 
 There unwith'ring blow the flowers! 
 There no chilling blasts annoy ; 
 All is bloom, and love, and joy! newtok. 
 
 417. 7s. Turin. Redeeming Love. 
 Day of Thanksgiving. 
 
 mf 1 LORD ! our songs we lift to Thee 
 For thy bounties, rich and free, 
 For the verdure of the lield, 
 For the fruits, the earth doth yield, 
 For the products of thy power, 
 For thy mercy's ample store. 
 
 2 Thou didst send the copious rain, 
 Thou didst clothe in green the plain ; 
 
OCCASIONS.] HYMN 418. 579 
 
 Thou didst make the grass to spring, 
 Thou the harvest-joys didst bring ; 
 Dews and sunshine from thy hand 
 Spread abundance through the land, 
 
 3 Equal laws and Freedom's sway, — 
 Laws, which they, who make, obey ; 
 Learning's pure, enliv'ning flame, 
 Health, which braces all the frame, 
 Peace, with hands unstain'd with blood: — 
 Thou giv'st all, O, Fount of good! 
 
 4 Richer blessings Thou hast given, — 
 Truth, outbeaming bright from heaven, 
 Spirit's influence ftom above, 
 Wonders of Redeeming Love, 
 
 Fruits of Righteousness and Joy: — 
 f These shall endless songs employ! allen. 
 
 418, 7s. Wilmot. BlufsTown. 
 
 Our Country'^s Blessings^ 
 
 mf 1 SWELL the anthem, raise the song y 
 Praises to our God belong ; 
 Saints and angels join to sing 
 Praise to heaven's almighty King! 
 
 2 Blessing-s from his lib'ral hand 
 Pour around this happy land ; 
 Let our hearts beneath his sway 
 Hail the bright, triumphant day, 
 
 Aflf 3 Now to Thee our thanks ascend, 
 
 Thou hast been our heav'nly Friend: 
 Guarded by thy mighty powder. 
 Peace and freedom bless our shore. 
 
 4 Here, beneath a virtuous sw^ay, 
 May we cheerfully obey ; 
 Never feel a tyrant's rod. 
 Ever own a gracious God. 
 
 mf 5 Hark ! the voice of nature sings 
 
 Praises to the King of kings ; 
 
 Let us join the choral song, 
 < And the heav'nly notes prolong ! presb. coll« 
 
580 HYMN 419. [various 
 
 419. C. M. Newton. St. James. 
 Fast Day. 
 
 1 BEHOLD, Lord, our guilty land, 
 Thy wrath, O turn away: 
 
 We've broke thy holy, just command. 
 And crimes our souls dismay. 
 
 2 Thy name and sabbaths. Lord, profaned, 
 Thy vengeance oft defied. 
 
 With crimson spots our hands are stained: — 
 Must we thy wrath abide? 
 
 3 How fiercely burns contentious ire, 
 With slanders, taunts, and sneers? 
 In kindled flames of raging fire 
 Our wide-spread land ai)i)ears. 
 
 4 And then oppression binds the yoke. 
 Nor lets th' oi)i)ress'd go free: — 
 Thou, Lord, canst not thy threats revoke, 
 Unless we turn to Thee ! 
 
 Aff 5 O, save us. Lord! our guilt forgive ; 
 
 Reveal thy mercy's power: — 
 
 O may we in thy presence live, 
 < Redeem'd forevermore ! allen. 
 
 420. 6 & 4. Dort. Italian Hymn. 
 Fast on Account of War. 
 
 1 IN justice, Lord, we own. 
 Thou reignest on thy throne, 
 
 And dost thy will ; 
 And pestilential star. 
 And cruel, blood-stain'd war. 
 Borne on in thund'ring car, 
 
 Thy word fulfil. 
 
 2 'T is guilt, which brings forth wo ; 
 From sin our sorrows flow: 
 
 We bow to Thee ! 
 Aff O, turn us from our sin. 
 And make us pure within, 
 That we may safety win. 
 
 From fears set free. 
 
 1 
 
OCCASIONS.] HYMN 422. 581 
 
 3 0, stay the raging flood. 
 And spare thy people's blood, 
 
 And peace restore ! 
 Then, while shall flow our days, 
 mf Our grateful songs we'll raise j 
 
 And we will give Thee praise 
 < Forevermore ! allen. 
 
 421. S. M. Roylston. Watchman, 
 The Close of the Year. 
 
 1 THE year is well-nigh fled, 
 Its moments gone in haste, 
 
 Its joys and sorrows with the dead ; — 
 And God requires the past! 
 
 2 How little have we done 
 With burning flame of love. 
 
 When glorious crown we might have won, — 
 Immortal joys above? 
 
 3 Have souls, uncheer'd with light, 
 Gone to the dreary tomb, 
 
 When we, by toil and pray'rful might. 
 Could once have brought them home? 
 
 4 Fled are the days of spring ! — 
 The time, when man must sow. 
 
 If he the harvest fruits would bring, 
 And harvest-shouting know. 
 
 5 Will God require the past? 
 Our sins we, Lord, deplore ; 
 
 Thy laws to keep O make us haste, — 
 To keep them evermore ! allen. 
 
 422. S. M. Clapton. Mornington. 
 The Landing of the Pilgrims at Plymouth' 
 
 1 THE heavy night hung dark 
 The hills and waters o'er. 
 
 When, lo, the exiles moor'd their bark 
 On wild. New England shore. 
 
 2 Amidst the storm they sang, — 
 Heard by the stars and sea 5 
 
 The sounding aisles of dim woods rang 
 To anthem of the free ! 
 49* 
 
682 HYMN 423. [various 
 
 S Lo, men with hoary hair, 
 Amidst that pilgrim band ! 
 Why had they come to wither there. 
 Away from childhood's land? 
 
 4 There's woman's fearless eye, 
 Lit by her deep love's truth ; 
 There manhood's brow serenely high, 
 There fiery heat of youth. 
 
 5 What sought they thus afar? 
 Bright jewels of the mine? 
 The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — 
 They sought a Faith's pure shrine ! 
 
 6 Aye, call it holy ground, — 
 The soil, where lirstthey trod! 
 They've left unstain'd what there they found, — " 
 Freedom to worship God ! 
 
 7 Let their example bright, 
 Lord, guide their children's feet: 
 At last, in yonder world of light. 
 Let Sons and Fathers meet! mrs. hem^ns. 
 
 423» S & 7. Sicily. Greenville, 
 
 Marriage. 
 
 1 ONCE the Savior condescended 
 At a marriage feast to be, 
 Where his pow'r and grace w^ere blended:-^ 
 Lord ! may we thy presence see I 
 
 2 Bless thy servants, now united 
 In the bonds of sacred love ; 
 Let their joys be never blighted. 
 Let them discord's woes ne'er prove. 
 
 3 Bless them in their store and basket, I 
 Guide them in their ways aright ; 
 Let them keep, as in a casket. 
 Gem of love all pure and bright. 
 
 4 And, though death their bond may sever, 
 And the living mourn in tears, 
 
 Let them meet in joy, where never 
 
 fViends shall part in endless years! allen. 
 
 
i OCCASIONS.] HYMN 425. 583 
 
 I 424. L. M. Hebron. German H. 
 
 Marriage, or other Feast. 
 
 1 INCARNATE Word, who, wont to dwell 
 In lowly shape and cottage cell, 
 
 Didst not refuse a guest to be 
 At Cana's poor festivity ; 
 
 2 O, when our soul from care is free, 
 Then, Savior, may we think on Thee, 
 And, seated at the festal board, 
 
 In fancy's eye behold the Lord. 
 
 8 Then may we seem, in fancy's ear. 
 Thy manna-dropping tongue to hear. 
 And think, e'en now thy searching gaze 
 Each secret of our soul surveys ! 
 
 4 So may each joy, chastis'd and pure, 
 Beyond the bounds of earth endure ; 
 Nor pleasure in the wounded mind 
 Shall leave a rankling sting behind, heber. 
 
 425. H.M. Marah, Weymouth. 
 
 Opening a Place of Worship. 
 
 Aff 1 GREAT King of glory, come. 
 
 And with thy favor crown 
 
 This temple as thy dome, — 
 
 This people as thine own : 
 Beneath this roof, O deign to show. 
 How God can dwell with men below. 
 
 2 Here may thine ears attend 
 Thy people's humble cries. 
 And grateful praise ascend, 
 All fragrant, to the skies : 
 *Bp Here may thy word melodious sound, 
 
 fmi 
 
 i< And spread celestial joys around! 
 
 3 Here may th' attentive throng 
 Imbibe thy truth and love. 
 And converts join the song 
 Of seraphim above ; 
 mf And willing crowds surround thy board, 
 
 With sacred joy and sweet accord. 
 
i 
 
 684 HYMN 426. [various 
 
 4 Here may our unborn sons 
 And daughters sound thy praise, 
 And shine like polish'd stones 
 Through long, successive days: 
 mf Here, Lord, display thy saving power, 
 
 While temples stand, and men adore! FRiNCis. 
 
 426. 78. Pleyel'sH. Washington Str. 
 On Opening a Place of Worship. 
 
 Aff 1 LORD of Hosts, to Thee we raise 
 Here a house of pray 'r and praise ; 
 Thou thy peo})le's hearts prepare 
 Here to meet for praise and prayer. 
 
 2 Let the living here be fed 
 
 With thy word, the heav'nly bread ; 
 When we here the dead shall weep, 
 May we hope, in Thee they sleep! 
 
 8 Here to Thee a temple stand. 
 While the sea shall gird the land ; 
 Here reveal thy mercy sure, 
 While the sun and moon endure. 
 
 mf 4 Hallelujah! — Earth and sky 
 
 To the joyful sound reply: 
 
 Hallelujah! — Hence ascend 
 > Pray'r and praise, till time shall end I 
 
 MONTGOMERT, 
 
 427. 6 & 4. America. Italian Hymn. 
 The Duty of building God's House. Hag. 1. 
 
 1 O, SHALL God's House lie waste, 
 Its precious stones displaced, 
 
 Its ruin wide? 
 And think ye, it is well 
 In ceiled house to dwell? — 
 Then hear me, while I tell, 
 
 What shall betide ! 
 
 2 This heav'n, spread out o'er you, 
 Shall sure be stay'd from dew 
 
 And drops of rain ! 
 No fruits of good shall grow 
 No streams of joy o'erflow ; 
 
OCCASIONS.] HYMN 429. 585 
 
 mp But ye shall sorrow know. 
 And bitter pain ! 
 
 mf 3 Arise, ye men, and build ; 
 
 So shall your stores be fillM ; 
 
 Your light shall shine ; 
 And God, with all his power, 
 1 Will mercies full outpour, 
 
 I And bless you evermore 
 
 I With joys divine! allen. 
 
 I 
 
 428. 6 & 4. Dort. Italian Hymn. 
 Distribution of Tracts. 
 
 1 NOW go, thou little book, 
 And, like the meadow brook. 
 
 Wind on thy way! 
 Go on thine errand kind, 
 And gladden ev'ry mind 
 With purest joys refined ; — 
 
 Go, truth display. 
 
 2 For thou canst clearly speak, ^ 
 Where human lips are weak, 
 
 Or mute the tongue ; 
 And God can give thee might 
 To scatter heav'nly light, 
 And spread around delight. 
 
 Midst wilder'd throng. 
 
 3 Now go, thou little book : — 
 
 Aflf Lord, down from heav'n now look. 
 Thou God of love ! 
 
 And let thy truth be spread. 
 
 To quicken souls now dead, 
 
 And upward them to lead 
 < To Thee above ! allen. 
 
 429. C. M, Medfield, Broomsgrore. 
 Sabbath School. 
 
 1 MERCY, descending from above, 
 In softest accents pleads ; 
 O may each tender bosom move, 
 When mercy intercedes. 
 
586 HYMN 430. [various! 
 
 2 Delightful work ! young souls to win, 
 And turn the rising race 
 From dark and downward paths of sin 
 To seek their Savior's face. 
 
 aff 3 Almighty God! thine influence shed 
 
 To aid this blest design ; 
 
 The honor of thy name be spread, 
 < And all the glory thine! episc. coll. 
 
 430. H. M. Stow. Bethesda. 
 
 Sunday and Charity Schools* 
 
 1 COME, let our voices sing 
 A joyful song of praise ; 
 To God, our heav'nly King, 
 Our grateful hearts we raise: 
 
 To God alone our praise belongs ; 
 His love demands our earliest songs. 
 
 2 We see a heav'nly light ; 
 We read the book divine, 
 Where our Redeemer's might, 
 And love and glory shine: 
 
 To God alone the praise is due. 
 Who sends his word to us and you. 
 
 3 Within these hallow'd walls 
 Our wand'ring feet are brought ; 
 We hear sweet mercy's calls. 
 And blessed truths are taught: 
 
 mf To God alone our praise we bring, 
 And loud extol our glorious Ring. 
 
 Aff 4 For good, which grace imparts, 
 Our gratitude receive ; 
 Lord! here accept our hearts, — 
 'T is all, that we can give! 
 Great God, accept our joyful songs: 
 <, To Thee alone all praise belongs ! 
 
 pratt's coll. 
 
 431 • '^^^ Southampton. Hotham. 
 
 Prayer for Children, 
 Aff 1 GRACIOUS Lord! our Children see; 
 By thy mercy we are free ; 
 
iccAsioNs.] HYMN 433. 587 
 
 But shall these, alas ! remain 
 Subjects still of Satan's reign? 
 
 2 All the doors the angel passed, 
 Where the bloody sign was placed: — 
 Hear us now, upon our knees, 
 Plead the blood of Christ for these ! 
 
 3 Lord, we tremble, for we know^ 
 How the fierce, malicious foe, 
 Wheeling round his watchful flight, 
 Keeps them ever in his sight. 
 
 4 Spread thy pinions. King of kings! 
 Hide them safe beneath thy wings ; 
 Lest the rav'nous birds of prey 
 Stoop, and bear the brood away ! cowper. 
 
 c32. C. M. Newton. Broomsgroye. 
 
 Prayer for Youths 
 
 1 BESTOW, blest Lord, upon our youth 
 The gift of saving grace. 
 And let the seed of sacred truth 
 Fall in a fruitful place. 
 
 2 Grace is a plant, whene'er it grows. 
 Of pure and heav'nly root ; 
 But fairest in the youngest shows. 
 And yields the sweetest fruit. 
 
 3 Ye careless ones, O hear betimes 
 The voice of sovereign love! 
 Your youth is stain'd with many crimes, 
 But mercy reigns above- 
 
 133 
 
 For you the public pray'r is made, 
 
 O, join the public pray'r! 
 
 For you the secret tear is shed, 
 
 O, shed yourselves a tear! cowper. 
 
 6s. Alps. 
 
 Children exhorted and prayed for* 
 1 AMIDST the bloom of youth, 
 Ere grief bedims your eye, 
 O, love God's holy truth, 
 And seek the joys on high ! 
 
588 HYMN 434. [various 
 
 2 To holy temple brought, 
 In morning of his days, 
 The teachers Jesus taught, 
 And fill'd them with amaze ! 
 
 3 Thus early too be wise ; 
 Your heav'nly Father love ; 
 
 mf Ye then, in yonder skies, 
 
 With Christ shall dwell above! 
 
 aff 4 Each youthful heart renew, 
 
 Lord, by thy Spirit's power; 
 
 And then shall praises due 
 < Be paid Thee evermore! allen. 
 
 434. 7s. Pleyera Hymo. Pilgrim. 
 
 Hymn for little Children. 
 
 Afi' 1 OUT of love, O Savior dear, 
 
 Thou hast brought us, Children, here ; 
 May we know, that Thou hast died, 
 And for us wast crucified. 
 
 2 When our hearts feel this indeed, 
 That Thou, Lamb, for us didst bleed, 
 And didst bear our guilt and blame ; 
 O, how sweet is then thy name.^ 
 
 3 Be our Shepherd ev'ry day. 
 That we, little lambs, ne'er stray, 
 That, as we may hear tJiy voice, 
 To obey we may rejoice. 
 
 4 Thanks to Thee, O Savior dear. 
 Thanks, that Thou hast brought us here: 
 Grant, O blessed Lamb, that we 
 May thy cheerful servants be ! Moravian. 
 
 435. C. M. Medfield. Broomsgrove. 
 
 Prayer for Children. 
 
 Aff 1 WE bring these children. Lord, to Thee: 
 Give them thy grace divine ; 
 From sinful chains O set them free. 
 And make them wholly thine ! 
 
 2 On their young minds O pour thy light \ 
 Thy glories, Lord, display ; 
 
OCCASIONS.] HYMN 437. 589 
 
 Endow them with thy Spirit's might. 
 And guide in heav'nward way ! 
 
 3 Give them a humble heart of love. 
 And faith in Jesus' blood : 
 O, bring them to thyself above, 
 < Where pleasure rolls its flood ! allen. 
 
 436, 8 & 4, Montgomery. [In Chr. Lyre] 
 Meeting of a Bible or Missionary Society. 
 
 mf 1 O, BLESSED Day, when all shall know, 
 Throughout this earthly ball below. 
 The mercies, which abundant flow 
 
 From ChrisTj the Lord! 
 O, day of triumph for the right, — 
 A day of pure, eifulgent light. 
 Outbreaking on the raptur'd sight 
 
 From God's own Word ! 
 
 — 2 For this we toil ; for this we pray : — 
 Aflf Lord! hasten on this glorious day, 
 
 And give to Righteousis-ess the sw^ay 
 
 In wondrous power ! 
 O, let the Truth triumphant be: 
 Let all the earth thine offspring see 
 From sin and error's bondage free, 
 
 Forevermore ! allen. 
 
 437. S. M. Shawmut. Mornington. 
 Meeting of a Peace or Bible Society. 
 
 mp 1 OUR sword no blood-drop stains, 
 No ruin marks our path, 
 Nor blazing streets, nor ravaged plains 
 Betray our vengeful wrath. 
 
 — 2 And yet our sword is bright, 
 
 And conquest it hath won: 
 mf Behold it sway'd with victor's might ; 
 It smites the foe men down ! 
 
 — 3 Behold, with bloodless hands, 
 
 The sword of Truth we bear; 
 Its temper'd edge no annor stands, 
 mp Urg'd home with Love's warm prayer! 
 50 
 
590 HYMN 438. [various 
 
 mf 4 At last on Zion's height, 
 
 Our foemen all overthrown, 
 
 We all shall stand in glory bright, 
 
 And wear a radiant crown ! 
 
 5 And then the shout shall ring 
 
 From countless throng above, — - 
 
 f "All praise to Thee, our heav'nly King, M\ 
 
 The Prince of Peace and Love!" allen. ■ 
 
 4v3o 7 & 6. Missionary Hymn. 
 
 For a Meeting of the Peace Society. 
 
 1 SHALL blood still flow as water. 
 And crimson all the ground? 
 And still by fields of slaughter 
 Hoarse ravens croak around? — 
 
 mf All hail the Lord of Glory, 
 
 The Prince of Peace and Love, 
 Set forth in sacred story 
 God's Herald from above ! 
 
 2 Lo ! from his cross outgleaming, 
 A clear and dazzling light, 
 Like purest sun-beams streaming. 
 Breaks on man's wond'ring sight; — 
 
 — The startled shapes of error 
 All flutter in amaze. 
 And murd'rous forms of terror 
 Sink harmless, as they gaze ! 
 
 mp 3 Now dies the shout of madness. 
 
 With drum and trumpet's din; 
 
 Griev'd hearts shall drink in gladness, 
 
 Sweet voices speak within : 
 mf The pow'r of love victorious, — 
 
 The battle's storm shall cease, 
 
 And Jesus reign all-glorious, 
 
 Man's Friend, the Prince of Peace ! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 439 7s. Kimball. Pelton. 
 
 On Peace. Isa. 2. 
 1 SOON through all the jarring earth, 
 O'er the tribes of human mould, 
 Jesus, born of lowly birth, Jm 
 
 Shall his reign of peace uphold. 
 
 4 
 
OCCASIONS.] HYMN 441. 91 
 
 2 Then the sharp and gleaming sword 
 Shall upon the anvil take 
 Ploughshare's form, to good restored, 
 Ne'er its thirst in blood to slake. 
 
 9 Then the long and glitt'ring spear. 
 Ceasing mortals to destroy, 
 Shape of pruning hook shall bear; — 
 O'er the earth flow streams of joy, 
 
 4 Jesus, Prince of Peace and Love, 
 mf Come in all thy glorious power ! 
 
 Come with blessings from above; 
 < Let thy reign be evermore ! allen. 
 
 440 L. M. Hebron, Wells. 
 
 Peace, 
 
 1 SWEET, lovely Peace, where dost thou dwell? 
 I sought thee in the secret cell. 
 
 And ask'd aloud, if Peace were there: 
 A wind replied, " Go, seek elsewhere!" 
 
 2 Then to the city throng'd I went, 
 Still on my search for Peace intent; 
 But hum of angry voices cried, — 
 
 " Not in these streets doth Peace reside !" 
 
 3 To Zion then I took my way. 
 
 And there a heav'nly voice did say, — 
 
 " Here glorious Prince of Peace doth dwell, 
 
 Bestowing joys, no tongue can tell! 
 
 4 •' His word a secret virtue gives. 
 Whoso partakes most peaceful lives; — 
 And, though in pain his body dies. 
 
 Peace has her mansion in the skies !" allen. 
 
 441 L. M. Ribbith. Quito. 
 
 On War. 
 1 DWELLS love to Christ within thy breast? 
 Is this the spring, whose waters flow 
 In copious stream, and never rest? 
 Burns this pure flame within thee now, 
 As high above the ransom'd glow? 
 
 5 " Yes, here," I fancy the reply, 
 
692 HYMN 442. [various 
 
 " That love o'er ev'ry passion reigns. 
 And e'er, in yonder blessed sky. 
 My harp shall lift up grateful strains 
 To Him, who cleanses all my stains." 
 
 3 Then, — loving Him, whose love to thee 
 Was on the shameful cross displayed 
 In flowing blood and agony, — 
 Go, if thou canst, in steel arrayed. 
 Thy brother smite with crimson blade ! allen. 
 
 44^. 6 & 4, Swanton, Italian Hymn, 
 
 The Drunkard. Prov. 23. 
 
 1 NOW tell me, who hath wo ^ 
 And who doth sorrow know.'* 
 
 Who strife and wrong .^ 
 Who for his wounds outcries.^ 
 Who redness hath of eyes.'* 
 And who hath causeless sighs. 
 
 And babbling tongue.'* 
 
 2 The men, who love the wine. 
 And deem strong drink divine. 
 
 And still drink deep. — 
 Look not on wine, though bright; 
 Like adder, it will bite : — 
 The poison blurs the sight, 
 > And brings dead sleep. 
 
 aff 3 Such is thy teaching. Lord ! 
 In thy most holy word : 
 
 O make us wise! 
 O, may we all '^ abstain," 
 And temp'rate course maintain, 
 mf That we at length may gain 
 
 The heav'nly prize ! allen. 
 
 443. 6 & 4. S wanton. Italian Hymn. 
 
 Teinperance. 
 1 O, LORD, enthron'd above. 
 Our woes behold in love; 
 
 Stretch out thy hand ! 
 O, check the foaming tide, 
 Which rushes in its pride. 
 And spreads its ruin wide 
 
 O'er all our land! 
 
occAsiOxNs.] HYMN 444. 593 
 
 2 Shall man, with reason's light, 
 Extinguish beams most bright, 
 
 And love the gloom ? 
 Shall man, in pow'r arrayed, 
 His noble mind degrade. 
 And, while all hopes shall fade, 
 
 Find early tomb? 
 
 S Lord ! hear the deep-drawn sigh, 
 And see the tearful eye. 
 
 And tongueless grief! 
 A mother weeps her son. 
 His race of shame now run. 
 His endless woes begun. 
 
 Beyond relief! 
 
 4 That orphan group behold, 
 All shiv'ring in the cold. 
 
 In friendless world: 
 That widow's sad estate, 
 Though once with joy elate, 
 Yet now most desolate, 
 
 To ruin hurled! 
 
 5 O, Lord, enthron'd above. 
 Our woes behold in love 5 
 Stretch out thy hand! 
 
 O, check the foaming tide. 
 Which rushes in its pride, 
 And spreads its ruin wide 
 
 O'er all our laud! allen. 
 
 444. L. M. Hebron. German Hymn. 
 
 Moral Reform, 
 aff 1 A TEMPLE hast Thou built on high, 
 O God of purity and love ! 
 And there in everlasting joy, 
 The pure shall dwell with Thee above ! 
 
 2 O, blessed be thy name, that Thou, 
 By truth,, which all the heart controls, 
 Canst make the vile thy mercy know, 
 And purify polluted souls. 
 
 3 Look down in mercy, Lord, and see 
 The sinful in the path to hell; 
 
 50^ 
 
594 HYMN 445. [various 
 
 O, break their chains, and set them free, 
 And bring them with thyself to dwell. 
 
 4 Like her, who wept at Jesus-' feet, 
 And wip'd them with her tresses bright, 
 O, let them hear the accents sweet, — 
 
 '' Ye, sav'd, shall dwell with me in light!" 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 445. C. M. Newton. St. James. 
 
 Prayer for Emigrants to Africa. 
 1 THEY seek their father-country, where 
 Their toils and tears shall cease; 
 Lord, build their city, — grant them there 
 A heritage of i)eacc. 
 
 aff 2 Thy name, O Christ, and thine alone 
 Be all their hope and trust ; 
 Be Thou their precious corner stone, 
 And raise their walls from dust. 
 
 5 Thy Spirit's sword unto them lent, 
 Thy cross their banner free. 
 Thy word their lofty battlement, 
 And faith their victory: 
 
 4 The little one, — men's scoff and scorn, — 
 A mighty realm shall be, 
 And generations, yet unborn, 
 mf Shall give the praise to Thee ! bethune. 
 
 446. L. M, Walton. Timsbary. 
 
 Prayer for Emigrants to Africa, 
 
 1 THE sacrifice, which Heav'n demands, 
 Is mercy for the bleeding heart, — 
 To break the captive's galling bands. 
 And hope to wretched souls impart. 
 
 2 It is the exil'd poor to save. 
 To cure the suti^ring stranger's wo, 
 And, while he seeks o'er ocean's wave 
 His father's home, — the path to show. 
 
 3 ' Tis to diffuse the truth abroad, 
 Where Ethiopia dwells in gloom, 
 Which lifts the dying eye to God, 
 And lights the darkness of the tomb ! 
 
 AFRICAN REPOSITORY. 
 
 
' OCCASIONS.] HYMN 448, 595 
 
 447* L- M. Warrington. 97th Psalm. 
 
 Religious Instruction of Slaves. 
 mf 1 IN christian land must millions die, 
 Darkling beneath a glorious sky. 
 Untaught the truth, that leads to heaven. 
 Still by unholy passions driven ? 
 
 2 Millions, for whom that matchless Light 
 Was dimm'd awhile to mortal sight 
 When, coming down from God above, 
 He hid his beams for us in love ? 
 
 3 The kindness, which our rescue sought, 
 The blood, by which our souls were bought. 
 We joyful praise ; ^t was mercy's power, 
 
 mf 'T was love, we'll praise forevermore ! 
 
 — 4 "If love to you I did display," — 
 
 I hear the voice of Jesus say, — 
 "Your brother love of darker mould, 
 I And give him hope of joys untold!" allen. 
 
 1 448, 6 «^ 4. Swanton. Italian Hymn, 
 
 j The Master not deeming his Slaves to be Property. 
 
 i 1 MASTER of slaves am I? 
 
 i Yet not as property 
 
 I Do I them hold; 
 
 I My Family they make ; — 
 
 ; mp To mart can I them take, 
 
 j And see their heart-strings break? 
 
 I Shall they be sold ? 
 
 — 2 No : not unless I'd sell 
 
 The children, I love well. 
 
 Which God hath given ! 
 If law confers strong sway. 
 And they my pow'r obey, 
 I'll lead them in the way 
 
 To blessed heaven ! 
 
 3 Doth law shut out the light 
 
 From dark man's darken'd sight, — 
 
 Rule without ruth? 
 O, would we have the Sun 
 O'erspread with mantle dun. 
 
596 HYMN 449. [various 
 
 Or cease his course to run ? — 
 Blotting God's Truth? 
 
 4 My family I love, 
 
 And light from heav'n above 
 
 Would have them see ; 
 That they at last may rise 
 From all earth's miseries 
 To yonder peaceful skies, 
 
 And there be free ! allen. 
 
 449, C. M. Newton. St. James. 
 
 Slaves submitting to God's Providence* 
 
 1 A BITTER cup we drink indeed ; 
 But we will bow to God: — 
 
 If He deem best, we shall be freed ; 
 If not, we'll kiss his rod ! 
 
 2 Our masters we will serve and love, 
 And serve them for the Lord: 
 Then He will give reward above, 
 As promis'd in his word. 
 
 aff 3 O, break our chains of sin and shame, 
 The chains upon our mind: 
 Reveal to us thy glorious name, 
 O Savior of our kind! 
 
 4 May we thy blessed gospel know. 
 And dwell at last with Thee I 
 May we, where endless pleasures flow, 
 < Be, Lord, forever free! allen. 
 
 4j50* S ^ "^s- Me«sina. Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 Prayer for Slaves^ 
 
 1 LORD ! behold the slave, when, kneeling. 
 Up he lifts his chain-bound hands. 
 And, in anguish of his feeling. 
 Cries in words, love understands, — 
 
 mp 3 "Am I not a Man and Brother? 
 
 Flows not man's red blood in me? ^ 
 
 Should we not love one another? * 
 
 Master! will you set me free? " 
 
.OCCASIONS.] HYMN 452. 591 
 
 L — 3 Let the master. Lord! this hearing, 
 I Learn his gen'rous course from Thee ; 
 
 Let him say, — from love naught fearing, — 
 mf ''Brother, rise, and be thou free !" 
 
 Aff 4 Lord! let both, at last uprising 
 
 From the grave, where all must be, 
 mf Find themselves, with joy surprising, 
 I •< Of Eternal City free! allen. 
 
 451. 8 & 7. Worthing. Sicilian Hymn. 
 Prayer of Masters resolving to liberate their Slaves^ 
 
 Aflf 1 O, THOU loving Savior, Jesus ! 
 Who didst come in glorious might, 
 i From our bondage to release us, 
 
 And to shed a heav'nly light, — 
 
 2 Thou the rule, — thy love inspiring, — 
 Wouldst thy folPwers all have know, — 
 ^- What from others you're desiring, 
 You to them do even so ! " 
 
 3 Were we. Lord, in bondage groaning. 
 We should prize sweet liberty ; 
 Were our children, too, bemoaning, 
 We should gladly see them free I 
 
 4 Then, O Lord, whate'er our crosses. 
 We thy precept will obey ; — 
 Thou wilt give us, for all losses, 
 
 <: Riches in eternal day ! allen. 
 
 452. 6 & 4. America. Italian Hymn, 
 
 Hymn {for a future Day) for the Release of all Slaves^ 
 
 mf 1 NOW on the gladden'd sight 
 There bursts the glorious light 
 I Of Liberty ! 
 
 Within our country's bound 
 I No wretched thrall is found ; 
 
 Each slave is now unbound, — 
 And ALL are free ! 
 
 I 2 This now is Freedom's home ! 
 
 f — Beneath her temple-s dome 
 No clanking chain, 
 
598 HYMN 453. 
 
 No sale of human throngs, 
 No scourge with cruel thongs, 
 No secret, dreadful wrongs 
 Shall shock again ! 
 
 aflf 3 The work, O God! is thine I— 
 And may thy love divine 
 
 Do greater things ; — 
 Break ev'ry link of sin, 
 Which binds the soul within ! 
 mf Let all heav'n's freedom win, 
 O King of kings! 
 
 [death and 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 DEATH AND ETERNITY. 
 
 453. (ii. 55.) C. M. 
 
 Savoy. Dundee. 
 
 Frail Lifcy and Eternity, 
 
 1 THEE we adore, Eternal Name, 
 And humbly own to Thee, 
 
 How feeble is our mortal frame. 
 What dying worms are we ! 
 
 2 From dangers, thick through all the ground, 
 No earthly arm can save. 
 
 And fierce diseases wait around 
 To bring us to the grave. 
 
 3 On what a slender, brittle thread 
 Hang everlasting things ! 
 
 Th' eternal state of all the dead 
 On life's frail, slender strings! 
 
 4 Perpetual joy, or endless wo 
 Attends on ev'ry breath ; 
 
 And yet how unconcern'd we go 
 Upon the brink of death .'^ 
 
 5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense 
 To walk this dang'rous road ; 
 And, if our souls are hurried hence. 
 
 May they be found with God ! watts. 
 
iTERNiTY.] HYMN 455. 599 
 
 154. (i. 88.) L.M. Wells. Uxbridge. 
 
 Life the Day of Hope ^ 
 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. 
 
 I 2 Life is the hour, that God has given, 
 I T' escape from hell and fly to heaven ; 
 
 I The day of grace, and mortals may 
 
 Secure the blessings of the day. 
 
 I 3 The living know, that they must die ; 
 But all the dead forgotten lie: 
 Their mem'ry and their sense is gone. 
 Alike unknowing and unknown. 
 
 \ 4 Then, what my thoughts design to do, 
 I My hands with all your might pursue. 
 
 Since no device, nor work is found. 
 Nor faith nor hope beneath the ground. 
 
 5 There are no acts of pardon past 
 In the cold grave, to which we haste, 
 mp But darkness, death, and long despair 
 |P >• Reign in eternal silence there ! watts. 
 
 5. (ii. 48.) C. M. Eastport. Dundee, 
 
 Love of the Earth. 
 
 1 HOW vain are all things here below. 
 How false, and yet how fair.'' 
 Each pleasure hath its poison too. 
 And ev'ry sweet a snare. 
 
 2 The brightest things beneath the sky 
 Beam a delusive light ; 
 We should suspect some danger nigh. 
 Where we possess delight. 
 
 8 Our nearest friends, our dearest joys,^ — 
 The partners of our blood, — 
 How they divide our wav'ring choice. 
 And leave but half for God? 
 
 4 The fondness of a creature's love. 
 How strong it strikes the sense .^ 
 
600 HYMN 456. [death ani> 
 
 Thither the warm affections move. 
 Nor can we call them thence. 
 
 aff 5 My Savior ! let thy glories be 
 Unfolded to my soul, 
 And make my earth-bound spirit free 
 From earth's unblest control ! watts. 
 
 456. (ii, 58.) CM. Grafion. Wantage. 
 Shortness of Life; Goodness of God. 
 
 1 TIME! 'tis a gliding meteor's light! 
 Our days quick speed afar, 
 
 Swift as the Indian arrow's flight, 
 Swift as the shooting star. 
 
 2 Yet mighty God, our fleeting days 
 Thy lasting favors share ; 
 
 Time, flying, utters loud thy praise. 
 Our years thy grace declare. 
 
 3 Thy sov'reign bounty gives us bread, 
 And we are cloth'd with love ; 
 
 Thy mercy calms our guilty dread, 
 And leads our souls above. 
 
 4 Thy goodness runs an endless round j 
 mf All glory to the Lord ! 
 
 Thy mercy never knows a bound, 
 ■< And be thy name adored ! watts. 
 
 457. (ii. 39.) C. M. Austin. Bangor. 
 
 Shortness and Misery of Life. 
 
 1 OUR days, alas, our mortal days 
 Are short and wretched too : 
 ''Evil and few," the patriarch says, 
 And well the patriarch knew. 
 
 2 'Tis but at best a narrow bound. 
 That Heav'n allows to men. 
 And pains and sins run through the round 
 Of three-score years and ten. 
 
 3 Then let my minutes quickly flow, 
 Soon let my days be past ; 
 
 mf Monlents of sin and months of wo, 
 Ye cannot fly to fast ! 
 
jETERXiTY.] HYMN 459. 601 
 
 aff 4 Let heav'nly love prepare my soul^ 
 
 And call her to the skies, 
 f Where years of glad salvation roll, 
 <: And glory never dies ! watts. 
 
 458. (ii.32.) CM. Ridley. Miller. 
 
 Frailty and Folly. 
 
 1 OUR life how transient, short, and frail? 
 Our soul's affairs how vast? 
 Yet thoughtlessly our moments fail, 
 Our fleeting years are past. 
 
 2 God from on high invites us home, 
 But we march heedless on ; 
 And, ever hast'ning to the tomb. 
 Stoop downward, as we run. 
 
 S How we deserve the deepest wo. 
 Who slight the joys above? 
 What wrathful vengeance should we know, 
 Who break such cords of love ? 
 
 4 Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace, 
 
 And raise our thoughts on high. 
 
 That we may end this mortal race, 
 
 And see salvation nigh ! watts. 
 
 59. (ii. 19.) C, M. Savoy, Canterbury. 
 
 Man^s Frailty. 
 
 1 LET others boast, how strong they are, 
 From fear of death how free ; 
 But humbly, Lord, do we declare 
 Our feebleness to Thee ! 
 
 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, 
 And flourish bright and gay; 
 A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land. 
 And fades the grass away. 
 
 3 Our life contains a thousand springs, 
 And dies, if one be gone ; 
 Strange ! that a harp of thousand strings 
 So long shall keep its tone ! 
 
 4 'T is God supports our feeble frame. 
 The Lord most good and just: — 
 
 51 
 
602 HYMN 460. [death ani 
 
 mf Salvation to th' Almighty name. 
 
 That rear'd us from the dust I watts. 
 
 460. L. M. Lnz. German Hymn. 
 Vanity of the World. 
 
 1 HOW vain is all beneath the skies.'* 
 How transient ev'ry earthly bliss .^ 
 How slender all the fondest ties, ■ 
 That bind us to a world like this.'* 
 
 2 The evening cloud, — the morning dew, — 
 The with'ri ng grass, — the fading flower 
 Of earthly hopes are emblems true, — 
 The glory of a passing hour! 
 
 S But, though earth's fairest blossoms die, 
 And all beneath the skies is vain, 
 There is a land, whose confines lie 
 Beyond the reach of care and pain, 
 mf 4 Then let the hope of joys to come 
 
 Dispel our cares, and chase our fears: 
 — If God be ours, we're trav'lling home, 
 > Though passing through a vale of tears. 
 
 pratt's coll. 
 
 461. (ii. 146.) L. M. RaraoUi. Medway. 
 
 The Earth unsatisfying. 
 
 1 MAN has a soul of vast desires, 
 He burns within with raging fires: 
 Tost to and fro, his passions fly 
 From vanity to vanity. 
 
 2 In vain on earth we hope to find 
 Some solid good to fill the mind: 
 We try new pleasures, but we feel 
 The inward thirst and torment still. 
 
 S So, when a raging fever burns. 
 We shift from side to side by turns, 
 And 't is a poor relief, we gain. 
 To change the place, but keep the pain. 
 
 mf 4 Great God, subdue this sinful lust, 
 This love to vanity and dust ; 
 Cure the vile fever of the mind, 
 And feed our souls with joys refined. wattsh 
 
ETERNITY.] HYMN 463. 603 
 
 462. (ii< 164,) C. M. PalmOS. Dundee. 
 
 The Etidofthe World. 
 
 1 WHY should this earth delight us so.'' 
 Why should we fix our eyes 
 
 On these low grounds, where sorrows grow. 
 And ev'ry pleasure dies? 
 
 2 While time with earthly pleastires wars. 
 And smites them ev'ry hour. 
 
 There is a land above the stars. 
 And joys beyond his power. 
 
 mp S Nature must be dissolved and die. 
 The sun must end his race, 
 And earth and sea forever fly 
 Before my Savior's face. 
 
 mf 4 When will that glorious morning rise.^ 
 When the last trumpet sound, 
 And call the nations to the skies 
 From underneath the ground.^ watts. 
 
 463. 4, 6 & 8. Hermon. (In Choir.) 
 
 Illusions of the World. 
 
 mp 1 0, HOW cheating, 0, how fleeting 
 Is the life of mortals.'* 
 'T is a meteor swiftly gliding, 
 For a moment ne'er abiding. 
 Soon the gazing eye deriding! 
 
 2 O, how cheating, O, how fleeting 
 
 Is our earthly journey.^ 
 Like the rapid, flowing river, 
 In its current stopped never. 
 Hasting to the ocean ever] 
 
 3 O, how cheating, O how fleeting 
 Is all earthly glory? 
 
 That the bubble is denoting, 
 Glitt'ring in its filmy coating. 
 Bursting as in pride 'tis floating! 
 
 4 O, how cheating, O, how fleeting 
 Is all earthly pleasure ? 
 
 'T is the rapture of one dreaming. 
 
604 HYMN 464. [death and 
 
 'T is a shadow substance seeming, 
 'T is a lightning-flash outgleaming. 
 
 5 0, how cheating, O, how fleeting 
 Is all earthly beauty? 
 Lo, the cheek of youth, all blooming, 
 Death, the ravager, is dooming 
 To the worm, its grace consuming. 
 
 mf 6 Never cheating, never fleeting 
 Is religion holy ! — 
 Jesus lov'd, and sin forgiven, 
 Hope from anchorage ne'er driven, 
 
 < And eternal life in heaven ! allen. 
 
 4'64, C, P. M. Somerville. The PenitCDt, 
 
 Prospect of Eternity. 
 1 LO! on a narrow neck of land, 
 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, — 
 
 Yet how insensible.^ 
 A point of time, — a moment's space, — 
 Removes me to yon hcav'nly place, 
 Or shuts me up in hell ! 
 
 Before me place in dread array 
 The pomp of that tremendous day. 
 
 When Thou with clouds shaltcomi 
 To judge the nations at thy bar; — 
 O, shall I thence be driv'n far, 
 
 Or meet a joyful doom? 
 
 Be this my one great business here, 
 With care, and toil, and holy fear 
 
 Eternal bliss t' insure; 
 Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 
 And suffer all thy righteous will. 
 
 And to the end endure ! 
 
 I 
 
 1 
 
 Then, Savior, 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 ! 
 
 Wesley's coll* 
 
 A 
 
I ETERNITY.] HYMN 466. 605 
 
 465. lis. Prescott Hinton. 
 1 tvould not live ahoay. 
 
 1 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay. 
 Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way: 
 I would not live alway: no. — welcome the tomb. 
 Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom. 
 
 2 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, 
 Away from yon heav'n, that blissful abode .^ 
 Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright 
 
 plains. 
 And the noon-tide of glory eternally reigns? 
 
 3 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet. 
 Their Savior and brethren transported to greet, 
 While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll. 
 And the smile of the Lord is the life of the soul. 
 
 MUHLENBERG. 
 
 466. (i-5.) CM. Litchfield. York. 
 Submission to Affliction, 
 
 1 NAKED, as from the earth we rose, 
 And saw the light of day. 
 
 So we our earthly life shall close. 
 And mingle with the clay. 
 
 2 The dear delights, we here enjoy, 
 And fondly call our own, 
 Quick flee, as meteors of the sky, 
 And all our bliss is flown ! 
 
 3 ' Tis God, from whom our comforts came; 
 He sinks them in the grave; 
 
 He gives, and, blessed be his name, 
 He takes but what He gave ! 
 
 4 Let angry passions^ then, be still; 
 Let each rebellious sigh 
 
 Be silent at his so v 'reign will. 
 And every murmur die. 
 
 5 Our lives if smiling Mercy crown, 
 Its praises shall be spread; 
 
 And we the Justice too will own, 
 That strikes our comforts dead ! watts. 
 
 51* 
 
606 HYMN 467. [death and 
 
 467. (i. 83.) CM. Grafion. Bangor. 
 
 Affliction from God. 
 
 1 NOT from the dust afTiiction grows, 
 Nor troubles rise by chance; 
 
 Yet we are born to cares and woes, 
 A sad inheritance! 
 
 2 As sparks break out froin burning coals, 
 And still are upwards borne, 
 
 So grief is rooted in our souls, 
 And man grows up to mourn. 
 
 3 Yet with my God I leave my cause, 
 And trust his promis'd love; 
 
 He rules me by his righteous laws, 
 Reveal'd from heav'n above. watts. 
 
 468. L. M. Nazareth. German Hymn. 
 Afflictions sanctified by the Word. 
 
 1 O HOW I love thy holy word, 
 Thy gracious covenant, O Lord.** 
 It guides me in the peaceful way, 
 I think upon it all the day. 
 
 2 What are the mines of shining wealth, 
 The strength of youth, the bloom of health.'* 
 What are all joys, compar'd with those. 
 Thine everlasting word bestows? 
 
 S Long unafflicted, undismayed. 
 In pleasure's path secure I strayed; 
 Thou mad'st me feel thy chast'ning rod. 
 And straight I turn'd unto my God. 
 
 4 What though it pierc'd my fainting heart? 
 I bless thy hand, that caus'd the smart ; 
 
 It taught my tears awhile to flow. 
 But sav'd me from eternal wo. 
 
 5 O, hadst Thou left me unchastis'd. 
 Thy precept I had still despis'd ; 
 And still the snare, in secret laid, 
 Had my unwary feet betrayed. 
 
 Aff 6 I love Thee, therefore, O my God? 
 And breathe towards thy dear abode, 
 
 ^J 
 
ETERXiTY.] HYMN 470. €07 
 
 Where, in thy presence fully blest, 
 
 Thy chosen saints forever rest! cowper- 
 
 4<69. S. M. Shawraut, St, Thomas. 
 
 The Discipline of Affliction. 
 AS 1 NOW throw away thy rod ; 
 Now throw away thy wrath, 
 O, Thou, most kind and loving God, 
 And take the gentle path ] 
 
 ( 2 Thou seest my heart's desire 
 
 I Full unto Thee is bent, 
 
 I And how, submissive, I aspire 
 
 1 Unto a full consent, 
 
 I 3 Then let thy wrath remove, 
 
 1 For love will do the deed : 
 
 \ For surely 'tis by heav'nly love, 
 
 I That stony hearts will bleed. 
 
 4 Now throw away thy rod ; — • 
 I Although man frailties hath, 
 
 I Yet Thou, the Chast'ner, Thou art God! 
 
 j ^ O, throw away thy wrath ! Herbert. 
 
 470. 8 & 7. Smyrna. Greenville. 
 
 J^Iourning the pious Dead. 
 
 1 WHY, ye Mourners, are ye weeping 
 O'er the lovely form, laid low ? 
 
 Why your hearts in grief now steeping,^ 
 Why do tears of anguish flow? 
 Ye did love the friend, now sleeping^ 
 Sleeping free from care and wo ', 
 Would ye have the lov'd one reaping 
 Evil harvest here belowi 
 
 2 Why, 3^e Mourners, do ye sorrow? 
 Ye shall meet that friend once more! 
 Yes, perchance, to-night, to-morrow ^ 
 Soon the flight of time is e'er ; 
 Then to dwelling low and narrow 
 While your body we restore. 
 
 Your blast spirit wings will borrow, 
 Flying up to joys e'ermore ! allen. 
 
€08 HYMN 471. [death and 
 
 471. 8, 7 & 4. Oliphant. Tamworth. 
 Mourner comforted. 
 
 mf 1 JESUS, o'er the «:rave victorious, 
 Rose the first fruits from the dead, 
 Then to heav'n ascended glorious, 
 And the news through earth is spread: 
 
 Yes, our Savior 
 Rose the first fruits from the dead ! 
 
 mp 2 Why, then, mourner, art thou weeping, 
 While the form, which thou didst love, 
 Safe in Jesus uow is sleeping, 
 And will rise to heav'n above? 
 Yes, O mourner, 
 
 mf Rise to dwell in heav'n above! 
 
 — 3 Cease, then, all thy bitter wailing: 
 Since thou mayst be soon removed, 
 Live for God, with faith unfailing. 
 Seek by Him to be approved ; 
 
 So in glory 
 Thou shalt meet the form beloved! allen. 
 
 472. 8 & 7. Mount Vernon. Greenville. 
 Mourners consoled. 
 
 1 CEASE, ye mourners, cease to sorrow 
 For the lov'd one, now at rest: 
 
 Why from fancy will ye borrow 
 Thoughts to make your grief unblest? 
 
 2 Though the form, so lov'd and lovely. 
 Now doth sleep in narrow cell, 
 Sure 'tis gainful and behovely 
 
 Far from earthly wo to dwelL 
 
 S It were sad and melancholy. 
 
 What no friend should wish to do. 
 Back to bring from raptures holy 
 One, that death has passed through: 
 
 A One, that lives, beyond death's power. 
 In a world of pure delight ; 
 One, that finds a peaceful bower 
 in yon heaven's glorious light! 
 
ETERNITY.] HYMN 474. €09 
 
 AfF 5 Blessed Jesus! when we, dying, 
 
 Seek thy guidance through the gloom. 
 Hear Thou, then, our earnest crying. 
 Bring us safely to our home ! allen. 
 
 473, 8&7. Sicily, Greeuville. 
 
 Mourner comforted. 
 
 1 MOURNER] wert thou one, that dreametk 
 Of the grave as endless sleep, 
 
 Well indeed it then beseemetli 
 Thee with ceaseless tears to weep- 
 
 2 But, as thou ai't well persuaded^ 
 All the dead again shall rise. 
 Why art thou by griefs invaded? 
 Why do tears bedew thine eyes? 
 
 nf 3 Hark! th^ arch angePs trump is ringing! 
 Its shrill note doth pierce each grave: 
 Lo, the dead to life are springing ; 
 All, whom Jesus died to save ! 
 
 — 4 Dost thou see thy friend arising 
 
 In a glorious form most bright, 
 wf Destin'd, — the thought surprising! — 
 
 E'er to dwell in heav'n's own light? 
 
 mp 5 Why then, mourner, art thou weeping? 
 Why do tears thine eyes bedew? 
 In good soil the seed is sleeping ; 
 Soon the plant will greet the view J 
 
 »f 6 Risen Savior! let a gleaming 
 
 From thy brightness reach oureyel 
 Wake us from our sinful dreaming ; 
 
 < Lead us to our home on high! allen. 
 
 474« ^- M. Nineveh. Wantage. 
 
 A Warning from the Grave. 
 1 BENEATH our feet and o'er our head 
 Is equal warning given ; 
 Beneath us lie the countless dead, 
 Above us is the heaven ! 
 
 ^ Death rides on ev'ry passing breeze. 
 And lurks in ev'ry flower j 
 
610 HYMN 475. [death am) 
 
 Each season has its own disease, 
 Its peril ev'ry hour. 
 
 3 Turn, mortal, turn! — thy danger know ; — 
 Where'er thy loot can tread, 
 mp The earth rings hollow from below. 
 And warns thee of her dead ! 
 
 — 4 Turn, christian, turn! — thy soul apply 
 To truths, which hourly tell, 
 That tliey, who underneath thee lie. 
 Shall live, for heav'n, — or hell! pratt's colt.. 
 
 475. S. M. Boylston. Utica. 
 
 Death, 
 
 1 TO pass through death to life 
 Is dark and dang'rous way ; 
 
 Yet who would shun the fearful strife, 
 That doth that life survey? 
 
 2 In all its amplitude 
 Where ocean is outspread, 
 I've often, musing, wond'ring stood 
 With awe and mighty dread. 
 
 9 I've seen the surges dash ; 
 I've heard the ceaseless roar, 
 f As on the rocks, with foaming crash, 
 They break along the shore. 
 
 mp 4 But far beyond the surge 
 
 I see the calm, blue deep ; 
 
 To peril there no billows urge, 
 > And terror there doth sleep. 
 
 — 5 Once on the calm, blue sea. 
 
 The rocks we dread no more ; — 
 
 O, calm and blest Eternity! 
 
 An ocean without shore ! allen. 
 
 476. C, M. Kendall. St. Johns. 
 
 Tlie Christian's Farewell. 
 1 YE golden lamps of heav'n, adieu, 
 With all your feeble light ; 
 And, changing moon, farewell to you, 
 Pale empress of the night. 
 
 f 
 
:ternity.] hymn 477. 611 
 
 mf 2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, 
 In brighter flames arrayed. 
 My soul, that springs beyond thy ray. 
 No more demands thy aid. 
 
 3 Ye stars are but the shining floor 
 Of my divine abode, 
 The lowly pavement, — and no more, — 
 Of temple of my God! 
 
 4 The Father of eternal light 
 Shall there his beams display ; 
 And ever clear, and fair, and bright 
 
 'l< Shall be that endless day ! 
 
 mf 5 There all his saints, with praises due. 
 Shall in one song unite ; 
 And each the bliss of all shall view 
 With sweetness of delight, doddridge. 
 
 i77. (ii. 52.) C, M. Elgin. Bangor. 
 
 Death dreadful or delightfuL 
 
 1 DEATH ! 't is a melancholy day. 
 To those, w^ho have no God, 
 When the poor soul is forc'd away 
 To seek her last abode. 
 
 2 In vain to heav'n she lifts her eyes. 
 For guilt, a heavy chain. 
 
 Still drags her downward from the skies 
 > To darkness, fire, and pain. 
 
 ip 3 Then, sinners, flee the path to hell, 
 Th'abyss of deep despair. 
 Lest ye be driv'n from earth, to dwell 
 A long Forever there ! 
 
 jmf 4 Blest be the God of sov'reign love. 
 Who promis'd heav'n to me. 
 And taught my soul to soar above. 
 Where happy spirits be. 
 
 ff 5 Prepare me. Lord, for thy right hand. 
 Then come the joyful day ; 
 Come, death, and some celestial band 
 To bear my soul away ! watts* 
 
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 612 HYMN 478. [death and 
 
 478. (ii. ^S.) C. M. Elgin. Bangor, 
 
 Death and Eternity. 
 
 1 STOOP down, my thoujrhts, from fancy's flighty 
 Converse uwhilo with death, — • 
 
 A i^asping mortal in lliy sight, 
 Who pants away his breath ! 
 
 2 But O, the soul, that never dies? 
 At once it leaves the rlay ! 
 Ye thouirhts, j)ursue it, where it flies. 
 And track its wondrous way, 
 
 mf 3 Up to the courts, where angels dwell. 
 
 It mounts triumphant tliere, 
 mp Or down it sinks, where Satan fell, 
 > In dark and deep despair. 
 
 — 4 And must my body faint and die? 
 
 And must this soul remove? 
 mf O, for some guardian angel nigh. 
 
 To bear it safe above ! 
 
 Aff 5 Jesus ! to thy strong, faithful hand 
 My naked soul 1 trust ; 
 My mouhl'ring flesh, at thy command, 
 Shall rise up from the dust ! watts, 
 
 479. (i».61.) CM. Colchester. Canterbury, 
 
 Death and Glory. 
 
 1 MY soul, come, meditate the day, 
 And think, how near it stands. 
 When thou must quit this house of clay, 
 And fly to unknown lands. 
 
 2 O, could we die with those, who die, 
 And place us in their stead ; 
 Then should we mount to yonder sky. 
 To join the righteous dead. 
 
 3 Then should we see the saints above 
 In their own glorious forms, 
 And wonder, why our souls should love 
 To dwell with mortal worms. watts. 
 
ETERNITY.] HYMN 481. 618 
 
 480. S. M. Boylslon. Gregorian Hymn. 
 The Issues of Life and Death. 
 
 1 O, WHERE shall rest be found, 
 Rest for the weary soul? 
 
 'T is vain the ocean-depths to sound, 
 
 Or pierce to either pole : 
 
 The world can never give 
 
 The bliss, for which we sigh ; 
 'Tis not the lohole of life to live, 
 
 Nor all of death to die. 
 
 2 Beyond this vale of tears 
 There is a life above, 
 
 Unmeasur'd by the flight of years, 
 And all that life is love: 
 There is a death, whose pang 
 Outlasts the fleeting breath ; 
 mp O what eterrml horrors hang 
 Around the ^'second death!'' 
 
 aff 3 Lord God of truth and grace, 
 
 Teach us that death to shun, 
 Lest we be banish'd from thy face, 
 
 And evermore undone ; 
 
 Here would we end our quest ; 
 
 Alone are found in Thee 
 The life of perfect love, — the rest 
 
 Of Immortality ! Montgomery. 
 
 481. S.M. Elton. Dunbar. 
 Death. Job 14. 
 
 1 MAN is the child of wo. 
 His days are fill'd with care. 
 
 Till scythe shall lay his blossoms low. 
 And all his pride o'erbear. 
 
 2 The tree will sprout again, 
 Though struck by feller's blow ; 
 But man, will he his growth regain, 
 When in the grave laid low.^ 
 
 3 Man w^astes away, and dies, 
 And crumbles in the ground ; 
 His freed, immortal spirit flies, 
 Nor here again is found. 
 
 52 
 
614 HYMN 482. [death and 
 
 4 His sleep beneath the clod 
 Is calm, and shall be so, 
 
 Till comes the judi^mcnt day from God, 
 When earth in flames shall glow ! allen. 
 
 482. (ii. 31.) r.. M. Ranioth. 97ili Psalm. 
 
 Triumph over Death. 
 
 1 WHY should we start and fear to die? 
 What tim'rous worms we, mortals, are! 
 
 mf Death is the ^ate of endless joy ; 
 — And yet we dread to enter there. 
 
 2 The pains, tlie groans, the dyin^ strife 
 Fright our approaching souls away ; 
 We still shrink back again to life, 
 Fond of our prison and our clay. 
 
 3 O, if my Lord to me would come, 
 
 My soul in haste should sti*etch her wings, 
 mf And fly, rejoicing, to her home, 
 
 As sky-lark, mounting upward, sings! 
 
 mp 4 Jesus can make a dying bed 
 
 Feel soft as downy pillows are, 
 mf While, strong in faith, and free from dread, 
 mp:> I breathe my life out sweetly there ! watts. 
 
 483. (ii. 3.) C. M. iMear. China. 
 
 Death of a Saint. 
 
 1 WHY weep we for departing friends? 
 Or shake at death's alarms? 
 
 'T is but the voice, that Jesus sends. 
 To call them to his arms. 
 
 2 Are we not tending upward too, 
 As fast, as time can move? 
 Nor would we wish the hours more slow. 
 To keep us from our Love. 
 
 5 Why should we tremble to convey 
 Their bodies to the tomb? 
 There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 
 In silence and in gloom. 
 
 4 The graves of all the saints He blessed, 
 And softenM ev'ry bed: 
 
ETERNITY.] HYMN 485. 615 
 
 Where should the dyin^ members rest. 
 But with the dying Head.'' 
 
 5 Thence He arose, ascended high. 
 And show'd our feet the way: 
 Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly 
 At the great, rising day. 
 
 I f 6 Then let the last, loud trumpet sound. 
 
 And bid our kindred rise ; 
 , Awake ye nations under ground! 
 
 <: Ye saints, ascend the skies ! watts. 
 
 !484. (ii. 63.) €. 3L Bari^or, Funeral Thought. 
 
 At a Funeral. 
 
 1 HARK ! from the tombs a doleful sound* 
 Mine ears attend the cry, — 
 "Ye living men, come view the ground, 
 Where you must shortly lie ! 
 
 2 "Princes! this clay must be your bed, 
 In spite of all your towers ; 
 
 I The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head 
 
 Must lie as low, as ours!" 
 
 3 Great God ! is this our certain doom? 
 Must we too slumber there.'' 
 
 Are we fast hast'ning to the tomb, 
 And yet no more prejDare? 
 
 Aff 4 O, grant us heav'nly pow^^r afresh, 
 
 To tit our souls to fly ; 
 
 Then, when we drop this djang flesh, 
 <: We'll rise above the sky ! watts. 
 
 |485. (ii. 110.) S.M. Cedron. Little Marlborough. 
 
 Death and the Resurreciictii. 
 
 1 AND must this body die.^ 
 This wondrous frame decay? 
 And must these active limbs soon lie, 
 An(i moulder in the clay? 
 
 2 Though worms my frame devour, 
 They shall refine this flesh, 
 Till my returning spirit's horn* 
 To put it on afresh. 
 
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 616 HYMN 486. [death and 
 
 mf 3 Array'd in glorious grace, 
 
 Shall those vile bodies shine, 
 And ev'ry shape and ev'ry face 
 Look heav'nly and divine! 
 
 4 These lively hopes we owe 
 To Jesus' dyinij love ; 
 We would adore his cjrace below, 
 And sing his pow'r above. 
 
 aff 5 Dear Lord, accept the praise 
 
 Of these, our humble songs ; 
 f Till tunes of nobler sound we raise 
 
 With our immortal tongues! watts. 
 
 486. (1.6.) CM. Liichfield. Mcar. 
 
 Triumph over Death. 
 
 1 GREAT God, I own the sentence just, 
 
 And nature must decay ; 
 I yield my body to the dust 
 To dwell with fellow clay. 
 
 2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, 
 And trample on the tombs ; 
 
 mf My Jesus?, rising, lives to save ; 
 My God, my Savior, comes I 
 
 5 The Conqu'ror with his radiant crown 
 Will take his glorious seat, 
 And death, his final foe, o'erthrown. 
 Lie vanquish'd at his feet. 
 
 — 4 Though greedy worms devour my skin. 
 And gnaw my wasting flesh, 
 When God shall build my bones again, 
 HeUl clothe them all afresh. 
 
 mf 5 Then shall I see thy glorious face 
 
 With strong, immortal eyes, " I 
 
 And feast, blest Jesus, on thy grace 
 
 With rapture in the skies ! watts. # 
 
 487. (i. 17.) CM. St, Ann's. Colchester. 
 
 Victory over Death. 
 1 O, FOR an overcoming faith 
 To cheer my dying hours, 
 
 J 
 
J ETERNITY.] HYMN 4S9. 617 
 
 To triumph o'er the monster, death, 
 And all his frightful powers! 
 
 mf 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, 
 My quiv'ring lips shall sing, — 
 "Where is thy boasted vict'ry, grave? 
 And where, death, thy sting?" 
 
 — 3 If sin be pardon'd, I'm secure ; 
 
 Death has no sting beside: 
 
 Faith gives a hope, that shall endure. 
 
 For Christ, my ransom, died! 
 
 mf 4 Now to the God of victory 
 Be thanks for all his love, 
 Who makes us conqu'rors, while we die. 
 Through Christ, who lives above! watts. 
 
 ^488. (ii.65.) CM. St. Martin's. Archdale. 
 
 Hope of Heaven. 
 
 1 WHEN t can read my title clear 
 To mansions in the skies, 
 
 I bid farewell to ev'ry fear. 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 
 And hellish darts be hurled ; 
 
 Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 S Let cares, like a wild deluge, come. 
 And storms of sorrow^ fall ; 
 aflf May I but safely reach my home, 
 My God, — my heav'n, — my all! — 
 
 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul 
 > In seas of heav'nly rest, 
 
 — And not a wave of trouble roll 
 
 >■ Across my peaceful breast ! watts. 
 
 1489. (i. 19.) C. M. Woodstock. Arlington. 
 
 Vision of Christ at Death, 
 1 "NOW let me die!" — 'Twas Simeon's wordj 
 ''And close my peaceful eyes! 
 I've seen thy great salvation. Lord 
 The Savior from the skies'" 
 52^ 
 
618 HYMN 490. [death and 
 
 2 Jesus! the Gentiles' joyful light, 
 Thine Israel's hope and stay, 
 0,that, in death, of Thee the sight 
 May cheer my gloomy way ! 
 
 mp 3 Then, while the pulse of life grows weak, 
 
 How sweet my minutes roll ! 
 
 A mortal paleness on my cheek, 
 f And glory in my soul ! watts. 
 
 490. (i. 110.) C. M. Si. Ann's. Marlow. 
 
 Death and Glory. 
 
 1 THERE is a house, not made with hands, 
 
 Eternal, and on high ; 
 
 And here rnv spirit waiting stands, 
 
 Till God shin bid it fly. 
 
 9 Shortly this prison of my clay 
 Must be dissolved and fall ; 
 Then, O my soul, with joy obey 
 Thy heav'nly Father's call. 
 
 8 'Tis He, by his aimiirhty grace, 
 Who forms thee fit for heaven, 
 And, as an earnest of the place. 
 Hath his own Spirit given. 
 
 4 We walk by faith of joys to come ; 
 Faith lives upon his word ; 
 But, while the body is our home, 
 We're absent from the Lord. 
 
 5 The future, promis'd good we love ; 
 But we would rather see ! | 
 
 Aff O, that we now, in heav'n above, 
 
 Were present. Lord, with Thee ! watts. • 
 
 491. (ii. 66.) C. M. Nichols. Jordan. [ 
 
 Prospect of Heaven. 
 m£ 1 THERE is a land of pure delight, f 
 
 Where saints immortal reign ; * 
 
 Unfading day excludes the night. 
 And pleasures banish pain. 
 
 fl There everlasting spring abides. 
 And never-with'ring flowers: 
 
:eternity.] hymn 493. 619 
 
 — Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
 This heav'nly land from ours. 
 
 3 Sweet fields, beyond the sw^elling flood. 
 Stand dress'd in living green ; — 
 
 So to the Jews old Canaan stood. 
 While Jordan roU'd between. 
 
 4 But tim'rous mortals start, and shrink 
 To cross this narrow sea, 
 
 And linger, shivering on the brink, 
 And fear to launch away. 
 
 5 O, could w^e make our doubts remove, 
 Those gloomy doubts, that rise. 
 
 And see the Canaan, that we love, 
 With unbeclouded eyes: — 
 
 mf 6 Could we but climb, where Moses stood, 
 And view the landscape o'er ; 
 Not Jordan's stream, not death's cold flood 
 Should fright us from the shore. watts. 
 
 492. (i. 18.) CM. Woodstock. Arlington. 
 
 Blessed are they ^ who die in the Lord. Rev. 14. 
 
 1 HEAR what the voice from heav'n proclaims 
 For all the pious dead! 
 
 mp Sweet is the savor of their names, 
 And soft their sleeping bed. 
 
 2 They die in Jesus, and are blest ; 
 How calm their slumbers are.^ 
 From suff'rings and from sins at rest, 
 And freed from ev'ry snare ! 
 
 mf 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, 
 They're present with the Lord; 
 The labors of their mortal life 
 End in a large rew^ard! watts. 
 
 493. S. M. Boylston. Olmutz. 
 
 End of the Righteous. 
 mp 1 O, FOR the happy end 
 
 Of him, who peaceful dies, 
 
 Who, as the weepers o'er him bend, 
 
 Lifts up his rapt'rous eyes ! 
 

 620 HYMN 494. [death and 
 
 P 2 0, for the sweet repose 
 P> Of him, who sleeps in death ; 
 — Who naught of j)ain and sorrow knows, 
 And naught of struggling breath. 
 
 mf S O, for the endless joy 
 
 Of him, whom Christ will own, j| 
 
 Exalted to a throne on high, • W 
 
 Adorn 'd with glorious crowu I allen. » 
 
 49i. 7fl. Pleyel'« Hymn. Pilgrim. 
 
 Death of the Righteous. 
 
 1 LO ! the prisoner now is blest, ^ 
 I.ightenM of his fleshly load j I 
 Where the weary are at rest, 
 He is gathered to his God ! 
 
 2 Lo, the pain of life is past, 
 
 All his warfare now is o'er ; 
 
 Death and hell behind are cast, 
 
 Grief and sulPring are no more. j 
 
 S Yes, the Christian's course is run, • 
 
 Ponded is the irlorious strife ; 
 Fought the light, the work is done, 
 Death is swallow'd up of life ! 
 
 4 Borne by angels on their wings, 
 Far from earth the spirit flies ; 
 Finds his God, and sits, and sings, 
 Trium])hing in paradise! wesley's coll. 
 
 495. S. M. Moniington, Utica. 
 
 Peaceful Death. 
 
 1 O, FOR the death of those. 
 Who slumber in the Lord ! 
 O be, like theirs, my last repose. 
 Like theirs my last reward! 
 
 2 Their bodies in the ground 
 In silent hope may lie. 
 Till the last trumpet's joyful sound 
 Shall call them to the sky. 
 
 fJTZl^ Their ransom'd spirits soar. 
 On wings of faith and love, 
 
ETERNITY.] HYMN 497. 621 
 
 To meet the Savior, they adore, 
 And reign with Him above ! 
 
 4 With us their names shall live 
 Through long, succeeding years, 
 Embalm'd with all, our hearts can give, — 
 Our praises, and our tears! 
 
 5 O for the death of those, 
 Who slumber in the Lord ! 
 
 O be, like theirs my last repose, 
 Like theirs my last reward! 
 
 CHURCH PSALMODY. 
 
 496. C* ^L Litchfield. Wantage. 
 On the Death of a Minister or Christian. 
 
 1 FAREWELL! Thou friend of God, farewell! 
 How^ sweet thy frame's repose, — 
 
 Thy spirit fled on high to dwell, 
 Where stream of bliss o'erflows? 
 
 2 Farewell ! Thy joyful toils are o'er ; 
 A Sabbath thou dost keep! 
 Farewell! On earth we meet no more, 
 Till waking from death's sleep. 
 
 I 3 Hast thou not enter'd paradise, 
 
 The place of heav'nly rest? 
 Thou dwellest now beyond the skies ; — 
 We hail the good man blest! 
 
 4 Lord, let his pure example bright 
 Exert on us its power, 
 mf That we with him may dwell in light. 
 
 In glory evermore ! allen, 
 
 497. 8 & 7. Mount Vernon. Greenville. 
 I On the Death of a Minister- 
 
 j 1 LORD, w^e mourn thy servant sleeping, 
 
 I Whom no more our eyes shall see ; 
 
 But this thought should check our weeping. 
 
 He from bondage now is free ! 
 
 mp 2 While his weary body tasteth, 
 
 Sweet repose, where now he lies, 
 
 mf Lo, his happy spirit hasteth 
 To the joys of paradise ! 
 
624 HYMN 498. [death and 
 
 — 3 Let the truths, which he imparted, 
 Cheer us with their heav'nly light, 
 Make us humble, tender-hearted, 
 Pure and holy in thy slight ! 
 
 4 Let his pray'rs, to Thee arising, 
 Which his lips did oft outpour, — 
 Pray'rs of faith and zeal surprising, — 
 Still draw down thy Spirit's power. 
 
 5 Lord! may we, — liis foot-prints guiding, — 
 Ever walk with Thee in love ; 
 Never from thr riuht way sliding, 
 
 mf May we reach his home above ! alleic. 
 
 498, 6 & 4. S wanton. Ilaliao Hymn. 
 
 On the Death of a Missionary. 
 
 1 YOUR arduous work is done! — 
 Your glorious race begun 
 
 In heaven above ! 
 O, servant of the Lord, 
 Who taught the saving word, 
 How great is your reward 
 
 In God's own love.** 
 
 2 Despising earthly toys, 
 You sought the nobler joys, 
 
 And pleasures pure. 
 Which only they can feel, 
 Who live for others weal, 
 And would to them reveal 
 
 God's mercy sure! 
 
 3 You heard your Master's voice, — 
 "Let wand'ring men rejoice 
 
 In truth made known." 
 You hearken'd to the call: 
 You saw releas'd the thrall, 
 You saw the idols fall. 
 
 By truth o'erthrown ! 
 
 4 And now, in peaceful rest. 
 How greatly are you blest, 
 
 Where toils are o'er.'* 
 As gleaming star of night, 
 
ETERNITY.] HYMN 500. 623 
 
 You'll shine in heav'n most bright. 
 And taste of sweet delight 
 
 Forevermore ! allen. 
 
 499. 8s. Northfield. Wanworth. 
 
 Death of a Sister in Christ. 
 rap 1 'T IS finish'd !— the conflict is past. 
 The heav'n-born spirit is fled! 
 Her wish is accomplished at last ; 
 How calmly she sleeps with the dead,^ 
 
 2 No sickness, nor sorrow, nor pain 
 Shall ever disquiet her now ; 
 For death to her spirit was gain, 
 Since Christ was her life here below. 
 
 - 3 Her soul has now taken its flight 
 To mansions of glory above. 
 To mingle with angels of light. 
 And dwell in the kingdom of love! 
 
 4 What tongue of her joys can e'er tell. 
 Of glory and bliss to her given ? 
 We say to our sister,- — ''Farewell! 
 But soon we shall meet thee in heaven !" 
 Alexander's coll. 
 
 K). 8s. Northfield. Punt Delgada. 
 
 On the Death of a Wife. 
 
 1 " 'T IS well." She has enter'd the rest, 
 Where sorrow shall never intrude ; 
 She's gone up to dwell with the blest ; 
 Her joys are the joys of the good ! 
 
 2 " 'T is w^ell." From the storm she has fled. 
 The tempest, which rages below ; 
 No more shall it beat on her head. 
 No more shall the waves o'er her flow. 
 
 3 " 'T is well." And I would not recall 
 The lov'd one, now tasting repose. 
 Though fairer and dearer than all. 
 Which earth to the eye can disclose ! 
 
 4 '^ 'T is well." Did I love her too much.'* 
 To me was she idol unjust.'' 
 
e«4 HYMN 501. [death awd 
 
 mp Then rightly, O God! at thy touch, 
 
 II 
 
 >- The idol did sink into dust. 
 
 — 5 *' 'T is well." And I will not repine, 
 Though deeply my heart be now riven ; 
 
 aff I bless Thee, that once she was mine ; 
 
 O, bring me to meet her in heaven! alleK." 
 
 501. 8 & 7. Worthing. Greenville. 
 
 On the Death of a Child. 
 
 mp 1 O, WHAT lovely flow'r? how blooming? 
 
 And what frairranre round it spread? 
 
 But a frost, all blighting, dooming, 
 
 Struck the flow'r of beauty dead! 
 
 I 
 
 1 
 
 aff 2 Vet, O Lord, my soul submitting 
 Would thy justice humbly own, 
 And confess, as is most fitting, 
 'T is my idol overthrown ! 
 
 3 Let my heart to Thee restored, 
 Love supremely things above: 
 Be thy grace, O Lord, adored, ^ 
 
 Thou didst blight my flow'r in love ! allen^ 
 
 502. 78. Pieyers Hymn. Sharp. 
 
 Death-Scenery in Contrast. 
 
 Solo or Semi-Choriis. 
 
 mp 1 DEATH has struck his fatal blow ; 
 See his victim lying low. 
 
 Chorud. 
 
 mf Death himself was captive led 
 By the Savior, when He bled ! 
 
 Solo, 
 mp 2 Sad the sight of dying strife. 
 Sad the failing pulse of life. 
 Chorus, 
 mf Glad the dying christian's eye. 
 Lifted up in ecstasy ? 
 
 Solo, 
 mp 3 Gloomy is the parting gaze. 
 Speaking out the soul's amaze. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 p Sweet the farewell look of love, 
 Ere the soul ascends above ! 
 
ETERNITY.] HYMN 503. 625 
 
 Solo, 
 mp 4 Dark the narrow grave and drear. 
 There no ray of hope can cheer. 
 Chorus, 
 mf Jesus dazzling radiance shed 
 On the mansions of the dead ! 
 
 Solo. 
 mp 5 Form so lov'd will soon decay. 
 To the crawling worm a prey. 
 Chorus. 
 mf Yet that form again shall rise, 
 
 Ever glorious in the skies ! allen . 
 
 8s. Northampton, Punt Delgada. 
 
 On the Death of a pious Youth. 
 
 1 ^' AH, lovely appearance of death!" 
 With paleness there's peace on that brow; 
 Though gone, like a vapor, her breath, 
 Her soul is at rest, ye may know. 
 
 The beautiful flow'r, just outspread. 
 Displaying its hues to the eye, 
 Is smitten by frost, and is dead ; — 
 But why for its fate should we sigh? 
 
 2 We mourn not the spirit now fled 
 From sin, and from pain, and from sighs: 
 We say, that the lov'd one is dead ; 
 
 mf We mean, that she lives in the skies ! — 
 
 — The Flow'r is now wither'd and sear. 
 Yet fragrance remaineth behind 3 — 
 Again shall the blossom appear 
 More fair, and more pure, and refined. 
 
 1 mf 3 In spring of Eternity's year, 
 
 'T will burst from the clod into light. 
 
 Its beautiful form to uprear, 
 
 In Eden to bloom without blight. — 
 
 — Companions of her, now asleep! 
 Like her, love the Savior on high ; 
 Then, though at our loss we may weep, 
 
 mf We'll joy, at your gain, when you die ! allen. 
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626 HYMN 504. [death and 
 
 504. 7s. Wilniot. Washington Str. 
 Triumphant Death, 
 
 mf 1 DYING, full of joy, I sing,^ 
 Dying, I triumphant cry, 
 ''Death ! O Death ! say, where's thy sting? 
 Grave ! say, where's thy victory? 
 
 2 ''Death! thy sting is pluck'd away ; 
 Jesus hath my sins forgiven ! 
 Grave ! I scorn thy dread array ; 
 'Tis my certain path to heaven ! 
 
 3 "Haste the moment of my flight, 
 When aloft my soul shall rise ; 
 When from darkness into light 
 
 I shall burst with glad surprise! 
 
 — 4 "Nor forever in the ground 
 
 Sleeps this frame beneath the sod, 
 But at awful trumpet's sound 
 mf It shall glorious rise to God!" allen. 
 
 505. 8 & 7. Westborough. Greenville. 
 The Death of the Christian. 
 
 mp 1 THERE! that parting breath has ended 
 All this scene of toil and wo ; 
 Then th' immortal soul ascended. 
 Where unfailing pleasures flow. 
 Hallelujah, Amen. 
 
 2 Happy soul, what bliss surprising 
 Greets thee in yon blest abode ! 
 mf Hark ! We hear the chorus rising, 
 "Welcome, child and heir of God! 
 Hallelujah, Amen." 
 
 — 3 Jesus sits, in light enthroned, 
 
 Crown and sceptre to Him given : 
 Now He reigns, though once He groaned ; 
 See, He smiles ; his smile is heaven ! 
 Hallelujah, Amen. 
 
 f 4 Thousand thousand harps and voices 
 Sound the Savior's name abroad. 
 Name, which ev'ry soul rejoices, — 
 "Jesus, Son, and Lamb of God!" 
 
 Hallelujah, Amen. allen. 
 
ETERNITY.] HYMN 507. 627 
 
 506. ^- M. London. Dundee. 
 Death and the Resurrection. 
 
 1 THE morning flow'rs display their sweets. 
 And gay their leaves unfold, 
 
 Careless of both the noon tide heats. 
 And of the evening's cold. 
 
 2 Nipt by the wind's untimely blast, 
 Parch'd by the blazing ray, 
 
 The short liv'd glories quickly waste, 
 >- And beauties die away. 
 
 — 3 So blooms the human face divine, 
 
 When j^outh its beauty shows ; 
 Fairer, than spring, the colors shine. 
 More sweet than fragrant rose. 
 
 4 Or worn by slowly-rolling j^ears, 
 Or broke down in a day, 
 The fading glory disappears, 
 > The beauties die away. 
 
 — 5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb. 
 
 In brighter form shall shine ; 
 Revive with ever-during bloom, 
 Safe from all sad decline. 
 
 6 Let sickness blast, let death devour, 
 If heav'n succeed our pains : 
 Perish the grass, and fade the flower, 
 If firm God's word remains. wesley's coll. 
 
 507, 83. Wanworth. Punt Delgada. 
 
 Death of the Saint. 
 mp 1 AH! lovely appearance of death! 
 No sight upon earth is so fair: 
 Not all the gay pageants, that breathe, 
 Can with a dead body compare. 
 
 2 With solemn delight I survey 
 The corpse, now the spirit is fled; 
 I gaze on the beautiful clay, 
 And gladly would lie in its stead. 
 
 3 This form is afflicted no more 
 With sickness, or shaken with pain; 
 
628 HYMN 508. [death and 
 
 The war in the members is o'er 
 And ne'er shall be waged again. 
 
 4 No anger henceforward, nor shame 
 Shall redden this innocent clay; 
 Extinct is the animal flame, 
 
 And passion is vanish'd away. 
 
 5 This languishing head is at rest; 
 Its thinking and aching are o'er; 
 This quiet, iinnmveable breast 
 Is heav'd by affliction no more. 
 
 6 To mourn and to suffer is mine, 
 While, bound in a prison, I breathe; 
 And still for deliv'rance I pine, 
 And press to the issues of death. 
 
 7 What now with my tears I bedew 
 O might I this moment become, — 
 My spirit created anew. 
 
 My flesh to repose in the tomb! whitefield. 
 
 508. 8 & 4. Wayland. Doomsday. 
 (Repeat the third line.) 
 
 Blessedness of the righteous dead. 
 mp 1 THERE is a calm for those, who weep, 
 A rest for weary pilgrims found; 
 They softly lie, and sweetly sleep 
 Low in the ground. 
 
 mf 2 The soul of origin divine, 
 
 God's glorious image, freed from clay, 
 In heav'n's eternal sphere shall shine 
 A star of day ! 
 
 — 3 The sun is but a spark of fire, 
 
 A transient meteor in the sky; 
 
 f The soul, immortal as its sire. 
 
 Shall never die ! Montgomery. 
 
 509. (i. 41.) C. M. Dedham. Winter. 
 
 The Martyrs glorified. 
 mf 1 THESE glorious minds, how bright they shine! 
 Whence all their white array? 
 How came they to the seats divine 
 Of everlasting day? 
 
ETERNITY.] HYMN 511. 629 
 
 mp 2 From tort'ring pains to heav'n's delight 
 
 On fiery wheels they rode^ 
 
 And strangely wash'd their raiment white 
 
 In Jesus' dying blood ! 
 — 3 With grateful hearts and thankful tongues 
 
 They bow before the throne : 
 mf Their warbling harps and sacred songs 
 
 Extol the Holy One ! 
 mp 4 The Lord shall wipe away their tears^ 
 
 The sorrows of their eyes, 
 mf And lead them, for unending years, 
 
 Where living fountains rise ! watts. 
 
 610. 12&11, Scotland. New Jerusalem. 
 
 On the Death of a Frieyid. 
 
 1 THOU art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, 
 Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; 
 The Savior has pass'd through its portals before thee. 
 And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. 
 
 2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee. 
 Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; 
 But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee. 
 And sinners may die, for the Sinless has died. 
 
 3 Thou art gone to the grave ; but we will not deplore thee. 
 Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide; 
 He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee. 
 And death has no sting, for the Savior has died. 
 
 HEBER. 
 
 511. S & 7. Mount Vernon. Jewett. 
 
 The Righteous happy in Death. 
 
 1 LOj the creeping worm, that windeth 
 Web of death for wintry sleep. 
 
 In the spring its freedom tindeth, 
 Bursting from its slumbers deep. 
 
 2 Now that worm with wings is roving, — 
 Glitt'ring wings of golden die,— 
 Flutt'ring gaily, gently moving. 
 
 Free and glad in balmy sky ! 
 
 3 Mourner! dry thy tears, now flowing; 
 Weep no more for sleeping dead : 
 Lo, the spirit, freedom knowing. 
 
 Soars on high: — to heav'n 'tis fled! allen^ 
 53* 
 
630 HYMN 512. [death and 
 
 512. (i. 105.) C. M. Nineveh. Newton. 
 
 Heaven- 
 
 1 NOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard, 
 Nor sense nor reason known 
 
 What joys the Father hath conferred, 
 On those, who love the Son. 
 
 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord 
 Reveals a heav'n to come: 
 The beams of glory in his word 
 Allure and guide us home. 
 
 8 Pure are the joys beyond the sky, 
 And all the region love; 
 No wanton lips nor envious eye 
 Can taste the bliss above. 
 
 4 Those holy gates forever bar 
 Pollution, shame, and sin; 
 The wicked shall be driv'n afar, 
 The righteous dwell within ! watts. 
 
 513. S. M. Boylsion. Olmutz. 
 
 The Widoio's Son raised. Luke 7. 
 
 1 NO revellers are here, 
 Thus moving sad and slow; — 
 A widow's son is on the bier, 
 And tears of anguish flow. 
 
 2 Why stops the moving crowd? 
 The Son of God commands; 
 
 mf «' Young man, arise!" He cries aloud; 
 The dead man lifts his hands ! 
 
 rop 3 What ecstasy was thine, 
 
 O, widow, blest once more, 
 mf To hear that mighty voice divine, 
 
 And see its wondrous power ? 
 
 — 4 And thus, another day. 
 
 That voice will reach the dead, — 
 The myriads slumb'ring in the clay, — 
 
 mf And life and rapture spread ! allek 
 
ETERNITY.] HYMN 515. 631 
 
 514, H. M, Murray. Bethcsda. 
 The Resurrection. 
 
 1 MY life's a shade; my days 
 Apace to death decline: 
 
 My Lord is life. He'll raise 
 
 My flesh again, e'en mine: — 
 Sweet truth to me, — ''I shall arise: 
 And with these eyes, my Savior see !" 
 
 2 My peaceful grave shall keep 
 My bones till that sweet day, 
 I wake from my long sleep, 
 
 And leave my bed of clay: — * 
 
 Sweet truth to me, — '* I shall arise; 
 And with these eyes, my Savior see !" 
 
 3 My Lord's blest angels shall 
 Their golden trumpets sound. 
 At whose most welcome call 
 My grave shall be unbound: — 
 
 Sweet truth to me, — '' I shall arise. 
 
 And with these eyes my Savior see !" sherer. 
 
 515, "^s. Wilson. Telemann's Chant. 
 Resurrection. 
 
 1 CHRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to-day. 
 Our triumphant holy day: 
 He endur'd the cross and grave, 
 Sinners to redeem and save. 
 
 mf 2 Lo ! He rises, — mighty King! 
 
 ^Yhere, O death! is now thy sting .^ 
 Lo ! He claims his native sky ! 
 Grave ! where is th}^ victory ? 
 
 — 3 Sinners ! see your ransom paid, 
 Peace with God forever made: 
 With your risen Savior rise. 
 Claim with Him the purchas'd skies. 
 
 mf 4 Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to day, 
 
 Our triumphant, holy day: 
 f Loud the song of vict'ry raise ; 
 
 Shout the great Redeemer's praise I 
 
 pratt's coll 
 
632 HYMN 516. [death ap 
 
 516. C. M. Grafton. York, 
 
 The last Harvest. 
 
 1 THE angel comes ; he comes to reap 
 The harvest of the liord ; 
 O'er all the earth, with fatal sweep, 
 Wide waves his flaming sword. 
 
 2 And who are they, in sheaves, to bide 
 The fire of vengeance, bound? — 
 The tares, whose rank, luxuriant pride 
 Chok'd the fair crop around. 
 
 3 And who are they, reserv'd in store 
 God's treasure-house to fill? 
 
 The wheat, a hundred fold that bore 
 Amid surrounding ill. 
 
 Aff 4 O King of merry! grant us power 
 ^riiy fiery wrath to flee ! 
 In thy destro} ing angel's hour 
 O gather us to Thee! milman. 
 
 517. 8 & 7. Monmouth. [In Choir.] 
 
 Judgment Day. 
 
 1 AMAZ'D, what do I see and hear? 
 
 The end of things created ; 
 The Judge of man I see appear, 
 
 On clouds of glory seated ; 
 The trumpet sounds, the graves restore 
 The dead, which they contained before ; 
 
 Prepare, my soul, to meet Him. 
 
 2 The dead in Christ shall first arise 
 
 At the last trumpet's sounding. 
 Caught up to meet Him in the skies, 
 
 With joy their Lord surrounding: 
 No gloomy fears their souls dismay. 
 His presence sheds eternal day 
 
 On those prepar'd to meet Him. 
 
 3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears. 
 
 Behold his wrath prevailing ; 
 For they shall rise and find their tears 
 
 And sighs are unavailing; 
 The day of grace is past and gone ; 
 
ETERNITY.] HYMN 519. 633 
 
 Trembling they stand before the throne. 
 All uuprepar'd to meet Him. 
 
 4 Amaz'dj what do I see and hear! 
 The end of things created! 
 The Judge of man I see appear. 
 
 On clouds of glory seated: 
 Beneath his cross I view the day. 
 When heav'n and earth shall pass away. 
 And thus prepare to meet Him. 
 
 Montgomery's coll. 
 
 618. L. M. Winchelsea. St. Paul's, 
 
 Judgment. 
 
 1 HE comes I He comes ! the Judge severe ! 
 The aw^ful trumy^et speaks Him near ; 
 His lightnings flash ; his thunders roll ; 
 How welcome to the faithful soul? 
 
 2 From heav'n angelic voices sound ; 
 Behold the Savior, Jesus crown'd! 
 Girt with omnipotence and grace, 
 And glory decks the Savior's face! 
 
 3 Descending on his azure throne. 
 
 He claims the kingdom for his own ; 
 The kingdoms all obey his word. 
 And hail Him their triumphant Lord ! 
 
 4 Shout, all ye people of the sky! 
 Shout, all ye saints of God Most High: 
 Our Lord, who now his right obtains. 
 Forever and forever reigns! wesley's coll. 
 
 519, 8. 7. &4. Brest, Calvary, 
 
 Judgment, 
 
 1 LO ! He comes, with clouds descending, 
 Once for earthly sinners slain! 
 Thousand thousand saints, attending, 
 Swell the triumph of his train: 
 
 Hallelujah! 
 Jesus! comes, — and comes to reign. 
 
 2 Ev'ry eye shall now behold Him, 
 Rob'd in dreadful majesty ! 
 
 They, who set at nought and sold Him, 
 
1 
 
 634 HYMN 520. [death and 
 
 Pierc'd and nail'd Him to the tree, 
 
 Deeply wailing, 
 Shall the true Messiah see ! 
 
 3 When the solemn trump has sounded, 
 Heav'n and earth shall flee away ; 
 All, who hate Him, must, confounded. 
 Hear the summons of that day,-^ 
 
 ''Come to ju(li,nnent ! — 
 ''Come to judgment! — come away!" oliver. 
 
 520. L. M. Enon. Windham. 
 Judgment Day. 
 
 mp 1 THE day of wrath !--that dreadful day !— 
 When heav'n and earth shall pass away, 
 What now'r shall be the sinner's stay? 
 How shall he meet that dreadful day? — 
 
 2 When, shriv'llinor, like a parched scroll, 
 The flamiiiir heav'ns together roll, 
 mf And louder yet, — and yet more dread, 
 
 Swells the high trump, that wakes the dead! 
 
 mp S O, on that day, — that wrathful day. 
 
 When man to judgment wakes from clay, 
 Jesus! be Thou the sinner's stay. 
 Though heav'n and earth shall pass away! 
 
 SCOTT. 
 
 521. 8 & 6. Lanesboro. [In Choir.] 
 The Heavenly Rest. 
 
 1 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest. 
 
 To mourning wand'rers given: 
 There is a joy for souls di stress 'd, 
 A babii for ev'ry wounded breast: — 
 
 'T is found above, — in heaven ! 
 
 2 There is a home for weary souls. 
 
 By sins and sorrows driven. 
 When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals, 
 Where storms arise, and ocean rolls. 
 
 And all is drear, — but heaven ! 
 
 3 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye. 
 
 To brighter prospects given. 
 And views the tempest passing by. 
 
ETERNITY.] HYMN 523. 635 
 
 And sees the evening shadows fly. 
 And all serene in heaven ! 
 
 4 There fragrant flow'rs, immortal, bloom, 
 
 And joys supreme are given; 
 There light divine dispels the gloom ; — 
 Beyong the confines of the tomb 
 
 Appears the dawn of heaven ! p. minstrel. 
 
 522. (ii- 86.) C. M. Bangor. Lebanon. 
 Freedom from Sin in Heaven. 
 
 1 OUR sins, alas, like raging sea. 
 O'er whelm us with dismay ; 
 
 They break our duty, Lord, to Thee, 
 And hurry us away. 
 
 2 The waves of trouble, how they rise.'^ 
 How loud the tempests roar? 
 
 But death shall bring us to the skies, 
 Safe on the heav'nly shore. 
 
 3 There to fulfil thy sweet commands 
 Our speedy feet shall move ; 
 
 No sin shall clog our active hands, 
 Nor cool our flaming love ! 
 
 mp 4 Forever, Jesus, thy blest name 
 
 Shall dwell upon our tongue, 
 mf And thy salvation, with acclaim, 
 <: Shall rise on ev'ry song! watts. 
 
 523. (ii. 23.) L. M. Timsbury, Truro. 
 
 Sight of Heaven. 
 
 1 O, FOR a sight, a pleasant sight 
 Of our Almighty Father's throne ! 
 There sits our Savior, crown'd with light, 
 Cloth'd with a body, like our own. 
 
 2 Adoring saints around Him bow. 
 
 And thrones and pow'rs before Him fall ; 
 Glories divine from Him outflow. 
 And shed a brightness on them all. 
 
 3 O, what amazing joys are theirs. 
 While to their golden harps they sing, 
 While each his majesty declares. 
 
 And spreads the triumphs of their King.^ 
 
636 HYMN 524. [death and 
 
 4 When shall that day, blest Lord, arrive, 
 That I shall mount to dwell above. 
 With ransom'd souls in joy to live. 
 And view thy face and sing thy love? watts. 
 
 524. C. M. London. Marlow. 
 The Last Trumpet. 
 
 1 WHEN wild confusion wrecks the world, 
 And tempests rend the skies. 
 And air and earth, to ruin hurPd, 
 In harsh disorder rise ; 
 
 2 Safe in my Savior's love III stand, 
 And strike a tuneful song, — 
 My harp all trembling in my hand, 
 And all inspir'd my tongue. 
 
 3 I'll shout aloud, *'Ye thunders, roll. 
 And shake the sullen sky. 
 Your sounding voice, from pole to pole. 
 In angry murmurs try. 
 
 4 "Let earth now totter on her base, 
 And clouds the heav'ns deform ; 
 Blow, all ye winds, from ev'ry place. 
 And rush the final storm !" 
 
 mp 5 Come quickly, blessed Hope, appear, — 
 Bid thy swift chariot fly ; 
 Let angels tell ihy coming near, 
 And snatch me to the sky. 
 
 — 6 Around thy wheels, in gladsome throng, 
 
 I'd bear a joyful part, 
 mf All hallelujah on my tongue, — 
 
 All rapture in my heart ! byles. 
 
 525. S. M. Olmutz. Eastburn. 
 Song of the Redeemed and of Angels- Rev. 7. 
 
 1 BEHOLD, a countless throng, 
 In glorious, joyful bands, 
 Of ev'ry kindred, tribe, and tongue, 
 With palm-branch in their hands ! 
 
 2 They stand before the throne, 
 Before the Lamb once slain, 
 
 ♦ 
 
ETERNITY.] HYMN 527. 637 
 
 Array 'd in robe of white each one, 
 And thus lift up their strain : — 
 
 mf 3 "Salvation to our God, 
 
 Whose throne shall never move. 
 And to the Savior-Lamb, who trod 
 This earthly ball in love !" 
 
 — 4 Then all th' angelic choir 
 
 Before the throne fall down, 
 Andj kindling wdth celestial fire. 
 Thus make their raptures known : — 
 
 mf 5 "Let blessing, glory, might, 
 And wisdom, honor, power 
 Be paid to God, who dwells in light, 
 In songs forevermore !'^ allen. 
 
 526. 7s. Edyfield. Pilton. 
 
 Saints in Heaven. Rev. 7. 
 
 1 WHO are these, mine eyes survey, 
 Cloth'd in pure and bright array.'' — 
 These are saints, belov'd of God, 
 Purified in Jesus' blood. 
 
 2 Tell me, whence these blest ones came? 
 How can they suo.h glory claim? 
 
 They in furnace lost their dross: — 
 They did glory in the cross! 
 
 3 They were martyrs to their Lord ; 
 Slaughter'd by the pagan's sword! 
 They did bear reproach and shame: 
 Therefore they this glory claim. 
 
 4 'Tis the gift of Him, who died. 
 And whose word will firm abide: 
 Would'st thou dwell with them in light? 
 
 mf Fearless take their path-way bright I allen. 
 
 I 527. 7s. Wilson. Blue Town. 
 
 Heaven. Rev. 7. 
 1 LO, on Zion's glorious height 
 Countless hosts, array'd in light, 
 Fill'd with joy and sweet amaze. 
 Hymning their Redeemer's praise ! 
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638 HYMN 528. [death and 
 
 2 These are they, whose tears did flow, 
 While they dwelt on earth below ; 
 These are they, who suffer 'd shame 
 For their lov'd Redeemer's name! 
 
 8 Now, releas'd from wo and care, 
 They a crown of glory wear ; 
 Now they dwell in heav'n above, 
 Blest with their Redeemer's love ! 
 
 4 And their son^ shall ever rise, 
 And re-echo through the skies, — 
 nif '' Glory to the Lamb, once slain; 
 
 Praise in everlasting strain!" allen. 
 
 528. 8 & 7. Monmoulh. (In Choir.) 
 
 The last Judgfnerit. 
 
 1 I SEE the mighty Judge appear, 
 
 On throne of glory seated! 
 The loud, resounding trump I hear, 
 
 By which the dead are greeted ! 
 And all the slee])ers in the ground 
 I see uprising at the sound: 
 
 Jesus! they rise to meet Thee! 
 
 2 On thy left hand I see the crowd 
 
 Of men dej)rav'd and wretched: 
 I hear the w^ailings shrill and loud, 
 
 I see the arms outstretched! 
 And O, their terror and dismay 
 At this most awful, final day ! 
 
 Jesus ! they dread to meet Thee f 
 
 3 At thy right hand T see the throng 
 
 In garments white all gleaming ; 
 I listen, but hear not their song. 
 
 Though bright each face is beaming: 
 In silence they await their doom, 
 But not in sadness and in gloom: 
 
 Jesus! they're glad to meet Thee! 
 
 4 And now I hear the Judge's voice. 
 
 The doom of all declaring ; — 
 * 'Depart, ye cursed, from all joys 
 
 Into the flames now glaring!" — 
 ''But come, ye blest, with Me to know 
 
 I 
 
ETERNITY.] HYMN 530. 639 
 
 The streams of good, which ever flow !" 
 Thus, Jesus ! all do meet Thee ! 
 
 5 And O, my soul, art thou prepared 
 
 To hear the trumpet soundmg.'^ 
 To hear thy sentence loud declared. 
 
 Bright angels, thee surrounding.'' 
 And will that sentence thee approve, 
 And lift thee up to heav'n above .^ — 
 
 Thus, Jesus, may I meet Thee ! allen. 
 
 52d, ^s. Southampton. Pilgrim Chant. 
 
 Day of Judgment. 
 
 1 O, THAT fire ! before whose face 
 Heav'n and earth shall find no place ! 
 O those eyes ! whose angry light 
 Are the day of that dread night! 
 
 2 O that trump, whose blast shall run 
 Even round with circling sun. 
 Urging mnrm'ring graves to bring 
 All men forth to meet their King I 
 
 3 Dread of nature, hell and death! 
 When a deep groan from beneath 
 Cries, "Wt) come, we come!" and all 
 Caves of night answer one call! 
 
 4 O that book ! whose leaves so bright 
 Set the word in dreaded light ! 
 
 O the Jud^e ! whose hand, whose eye 
 None endure, yet none can fly ! 
 
 mp 5 Mercy! Lord ! mercy, I cry. 
 
 With pale cheek and bleeding eye ; 
 Thou, my Hope, my Judge, my Friend, 
 Shield me, bless me to the end! 
 
 6 When thy frown shall last proclaim 
 Left-hand goats to folds of flame, 
 And thy lost sheep found shall be, — 
 "Come, -ye blest!" say Thou to me! 
 
 R. CRASHAW. 
 530. 8, 7 & 4. Brest. Greenville. 
 
 Day of Judgment. 
 1 HARK! the final trump is sounding! 
 Loud it rinses throusrh earth and hell, 
 
640 HYMN 531. [death and 
 
 Ev'ry living ear astounding, 
 Waking slumb'rers in their cell: 
 
 Lo ! the sleepers 
 Waking from their narrow cell! 
 
 2 See ! the glorious Judge is seated 
 On his cloud-built throne on high, 
 And by angel-hosts is greeted, 
 All earth's myriads standing nigh ; 
 
 Lo! the weepers. 
 Rising from the dead, stand nigh! 
 
 3 All his murd'rers are before Him, 
 All, who slighted mercy free ; 
 While the righteous now adore Him, 
 Sinners from Him all would flee ; 
 
 But, O sinners! 
 Whither, whither can ye flee? 
 
 4 Hark! that voice of dreadful thunder, 
 "Now, ye cursed, all depart!" 
 Hark! the voice of love and wonder, 
 ''Come, ye blessed, to my heart!" 
 
 These to heaven 
 Rising, those to hell depart! allen. 
 
 531. 8, 7 & 4. Sicilian Hymn. Greenville. 
 Resurrection of the Pious. 
 
 1 SHALL the sleepers sleep forever.^ 
 Shall the form of loveliness, 
 Turn'd to dust, be built up never, 
 Nor again thy vision bless? 
 
 O poor Mourner, 
 Shall it not thy vision bless? 
 
 2 Yes, it will be new created. 
 Rising up in lovelier guise ; 
 Then thy heart with bliss is sated, 
 Then pure rapture lights thine eyes: 
 
 O Rejoicer, 
 Purest rapture lights thine eyes! allen. 
 
 532. 8s. 7s. & 4. Brest. Green\ille. 
 
 Day of Judgment. 
 1 HARK ! the arch-angel's trump is sounding I 
 Wide its thrilling notes are spread, 
 
ETERNITY.] HYMN 533. 641 
 
 Every living ear astounding, 
 Waking up the slumb'ring dead! 
 
 All are summoned 
 To the Judgment seat most dread ! 
 
 2 TheUj by angel-hosts divided, 
 Lo, arranged on the left. 
 
 All, who once the truth derided. 
 Stand dismay 'd, of hope bereft; 
 
 O, how dreadful ! 
 Of all joy and hope bereft ! 
 
 3 But the holy then are placed 
 Near the Judge, at his right hand: 
 O, the gladness to be traced 
 
 In their looks, as there they stand ! 
 
 O the raj)tures, 
 Which do thrill them, as they stand ! 
 
 4 These do hear, — '^ O, come, ye blessed! 
 Come, with Me foi*ever dwell !^' 
 
 To the rest is doom addressed, — 
 ^' Go, ye cursed, down to hell !" 
 
 O, the difference ! 
 Endless heaven^ endless hell! allen. 
 
 533. Sapphic Measure. 
 
 Final Judgment. 
 
 1 HARK ! the trump sounding, and the ear, that sleepeth, 
 Hears the loud summons to the awful judgment: 
 
 All the dead rising, and the sinner weepeth. 
 Coming to judgment. 
 
 2 Lo, the Judge throned on the clouds outshining! 
 
 All th' immortals at his bar are standing: 
 Vain are strong terrors, or the soul's repining; 
 All there are standing! 
 
 3 On the left, hopeless, are the wretched tremblers: 
 They aje men sinful, to the flames condemned, 
 Foes to all goodness, theunmask'd dissemblers. 
 
 Lost and condemned! 
 
 4 On the right, joyful, are the blest ones bowing; 
 They are approved by the Judge in mercy ; 
 Crateful affection to the Savior showing, 
 
 They do find mercy! allen. 
 
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642 HYMN 534. [eternity.] 
 
 534. L. M. St. PauPs. Miw. Chant. 
 
 Day of Judgment. 
 
 1 O, DAY of wrath! O dreadful day, 
 When heav'n and earth shall pass away! 
 How will the guilty sinner shake, 
 
 When judgment pomp on him shall break .^ 
 
 2 The trump will send a startling sound 
 To all the sleepers in the ground ; 
 And all will wake, and with surprise 
 Behold the Judge in flaming skies. 
 
 3 In vain will reprobates then call 
 
 On rocks and mountains down to fall, 
 And whelm them in the ruin wide, — 
 Their souls from angry Judge to hide. 
 
 aff 4 O, Jesus, Savior, full of love! 
 
 Let me thy great salvation prove; 
 So shall I welcome that dread day, 
 When heav'n and earth shall pass away! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 535. C. M. Merlfield. Jerusalem. 
 The heavenly Jerusalem. 
 
 1 JERUSALEM! my happy home! 
 Name ever dear to me ! 
 
 O, when beneath thy heav'n-built dome 
 Shall I my Savior see.'* 
 
 2 O, when, thou city of my God, 
 Shall 1 thy courts ascend, — 
 
 Thy courts by ransom'd millions trod, — 
 Where sabbaths never end.'* 
 
 3 There happier bow'rs, than Eden's, bloom. 
 Nor sin nor sorrow know: 
 
 Blest seats ! through earthly storm and gloom 
 I onward press to you I 
 
 4 Why should the forms of wo affright.^ 
 Or coming death dismay.'* 
 
 mf I've Canaan's goodly land in sight, 
 And realms of endless day ! 
 
 — 5 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 
 mp Name ever dear to me ! 
 
[baptism.] hymn 537. 643 
 
 — Full soon beneath thy heav'n-built dome 
 
 mf Shall I my Savior see! Montgomery's col. 
 
 536, 8&6. Lanesboro'. (In Choir.) 
 
 Heavenly Rest. 
 1 FOR weary souls there is a rest, 
 Iq God's rich mercy given ; 
 I Repose to hearts, by grief oppressed, 
 
 I Repose from all their cares unblest, — 
 
 j A dwelling-place in heaven ! 
 
 ' 2 Ah who on life's rough ocean-wave 
 [ Forever would be driven ? 
 
 I Who would not find the shelt'ring grave? 
 
 [ Who doth not port of safety crave, — 
 
 A resting-place in heaven ? 
 
 3 But none that peaceful rest will find, 
 
 That have not nobly striven ! 
 For good men, — for the pure in mind. 
 Toilers for God, by woes refined, — 
 
 Remaineth rest in heaven ! allen. 
 
 BAPTISM. 
 
 ]537. S. M. Lathrop. Utica. 
 
 ; Baptism. Mat. 28. 19. 
 
 1 THE act of baptism done, 
 O Lord, before thy face. 
 In name of Father, and of Son, 
 And Spirit of all grace, — 
 
 2 Do Thou, in wondrous love, 
 Confirm the sacred rite, — 
 Thy Spirit sent down from above, 
 In plenitude of might, 
 
 S To wash the soul from sin, 
 And save through Jesus' blood, 
 To purify the pow'rs within. 
 And new-create to good. 
 
 4 So shall the ransora'd soul, — 
 United with the blest, — 
 
€44 HYMN 538. [baptism.] 
 
 Where streams of glad salvation roll, 
 Enjoy uji endless rest ! alle>'. 
 
 538. ^.M, Cedron. Utica. 
 
 Promise to Believers and their Children. 
 
 Aff 1 OUR children Thou dost claim, 
 And mark, them out for thine: 
 Ten thousand blessings to thy name 
 For goodness so divine. 
 
 2 Thee let the fathers know. 
 And Thee the sons adore, 
 Join'd to the Lord in solemn vow, 
 To be forgot no more. 
 
 3 How great thy mercies, Lord.^ 
 How plenteous is thy grace. 
 Which in thy love and promised word 
 Includes our rising race.^ 
 
 4 Our oflTspring, still th}^ care, 
 Shall own tiieir fathers' God, 
 To latest times thy blessings share, 
 
 f And sound thy praise abroad! Salisbury coi 
 
 v539. 8 & 7. Benson, Siciliao Hymn. 
 
 Baptism of Children. 
 
 1 SAVIOR! who thy flock art feeding 
 With the shej)herd's kindest care, 
 All the feeble gently leading. 
 While the lambs thy bosom share ; 
 
 2 Now, these little ones receiving, 
 Fold them in thy gracious arm, 
 There, we know, — thy word believing, — ! 
 Only there, secure from harm. I 
 
 3 Never, from tliy pasture roving. 
 Let them be the lion's prey ; 
 Let thy tenderness, so loving, 
 Keep them all life's dang'rous way. 
 
 4 Then, within thy fold eternal, 
 Let them find a resting place ; 
 Feed in pastures ever vernal, 
 
 Prink the rivers of thy grace ! episc. coll 
 
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[baptism.] hymn 541. 645 
 
 540. C.M. Medfield. St. Martin's. 
 
 Coming to Baptism. 
 Aff 1 BLEST Savior, may I never be 
 Thy name asham'd to own. 
 Lest Thou shouldst ne'er acknowledge me 
 Before thy glorious throne ! 
 
 2 Thou wast baptizM for me with shame. 
 And bitter pangs of w^o : 
 
 O, may I glory in thy name, 
 And thy salvation show. 
 
 3 I'll follow Thee, and bear my cross, 
 Nor fear the scorn and pain, 
 
 For in thy cause whate'er my loss, 
 'Twill turn to endless gain. 
 
 4 O, w^ash me in thy saving blood. 
 Grant me thy Spirit's power ; 
 Then, from my sin restor'd to good, 
 I'll praise Thee evermore] allen. 
 
 5-il« ^« M. Luz. Pilesgrove, 
 
 Baptism. 
 
 1 IF Christ be truly here confest. 
 
 The soul shall gain the promis'd rest ; 
 But they, who Jesus shall deny, 
 Can never dwell in blessed sky. 
 
 2 Believer, thou dost feel no shame ; 
 Thy boast is in the Savior's name: 
 O, may the God of grace and love 
 From thee his Spirit ne'er remove! 
 
 3 For then, though grief, and shame, and wo 
 May spread their clouds o"er thee i3elow. 
 Yet glorious light on thee shall shine, 
 And everlasting joy be thine. 
 
 4 The follow'rs of the Lamb shall rise 
 Above the glories of the skies, 
 
 mf And they the Savior will adore 
 
 With holy rapture evermore ! allen. 
 
646 HYMN 542. [baptism.] 
 
 542. C. M. Medfield. St. Martin's. 
 
 Before Baptism. 
 (For those, who practise Immersion.) 
 
 I ALMIGHTY Savior! here we stand, 
 Flaiijjf'd by the waterside: 
 Hither we eoine at thy eommand, " 
 ThoUj who for us ha.st died! 
 
 2 Thy footsteps mark the heav'nward way, 
 For all, tliat love thy cause: 
 Lord, thy example we obey, 
 And glory in tiic cross. 
 
 •% 
 
 S Our Lord belovM, we'll follow Thee, 
 Where'er Thou lead'st the way, 
 > Throuirh floods, thro' flames, thro' dcath*s dark 
 
 vale, 
 <: To realms of endless day ! Baldwin. 
 
 5 i3. L. M. Zerah. Medway. 
 
 BaptisJii. 
 (For iliose, ulio practii'e Immersion.) 
 
 1 THE threat Redeemer we adore. 
 Who came the lost to seek and save, 
 Went humbly down from Jordan's shore, 
 To be baptiz'd in Jordan's wave. 
 
 2 " Thus it becomes us to fulfil 
 
 All righteousness," He meekly said ; — 
 Why should we then, to do his will 
 Or be asham'd, or be afraid? 
 
 3 Jesus! our Guide and heav'nly Friend, 
 We, now, to tliis baptismal flood, 
 
 In Thee believing, would descend: 
 Lord, save us by thy cleansing blood. 
 
 4 When Thou in glory shalt appear. 
 May we, uprising from the tomb. 
 The joyous, final sentence hear, 
 And dwell in heav'n's eternal home! 
 
 J. STENNETT. 
 
[baptism.] hymn 545. 647 
 
 544. L. M. Rockingham. Miss. Chant. 
 
 Baptism. 
 (For those, who practise Immersion.) 
 
 1 COME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 
 Conie in the plenitude of love ! 
 
 O, teach our hearts, in highest strain, 
 To praise the Lamb for sinners slain. 
 
 2 We love thy name, we love thy laws, 
 We joyfully embrace thy cause; 
 
 We love thy cross, the shame, the pain, 
 O, Lamb of God, for sinners slain ! 
 
 3 We plunge beneath the mystic flood; 
 O, plunge us in thy cleansing blood; 
 We die to sin, and seek a grave 
 With Thee, beneath the yielding wave, 
 
 4 And as we rise, with Thee to live, 
 O, let the Holy Spirit give 
 
 The sealing unction from above. 
 
 The breath of life, the fire of love ! judson. 
 
 545. C. M. Marlow, York. 
 Ajter Baptism^ 
 
 1 BAPTIZ'D into our Savior's death. 
 Our souls to sin must die : 
 
 'Tis now we breathe a heav'nly breath. 
 Our souls now mount on high. 
 
 2 Ne'er let us shrink from shame, or pain, 
 Nor fear in sorrow's night, 
 
 If we a crown in heav'n would gain, 
 And dwell in God's own light. 
 
 3 There, seated by his Father's side, 
 He sits upon his throne, — 
 Jesus, who on the cross once died. 
 Our crimson guilt t' atone. 
 
 mf 4 Rise ! from these earthly trifles rise 
 On wings of faith and love ! 
 Above our choicest treasure lies; 
 And be our hearts above ! doddridge. 
 
648 HYMN 546. 
 
 THE LORD'S SUPPER. 
 
 546. (iii. 1.) L. M. Ashfield. Munich. 
 
 The Shipper instituted. 
 
 1 'T WAS on that dark, that doleful night, 
 When povv'rs of earth and hell arose 
 Against the Son of God's delight, 
 And friends betray 'd Him to his foes; — 
 
 2 Before the mournful scene be^an, 
 He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake; 
 
 mp What love through all his actions ran? 
 
 What wondrous words of grace He spake ? 
 
 — 3 " This is my body, broke for thine, 
 Receive and eat the living food:" 
 Then took the cup, and bless'd the wine, — 
 '' 'Tis the new covenant in my blood." 
 
 4 '' Do this," He cried, " till time shall end. 
 In mem'ry of your dying friend; 
 Meet at my table and record 
 The love of your departed Lord." 
 
 aff 5 Around thy table, Lord, we meet. 
 
 And thus thy death show forth with joy. 
 
 Till Thou return, and we shall eat 
 
 Thy marriage supper in the sky. watts. 
 
 547. L, M. Nazareth. Dresden. 
 First coming to the Table. 
 
 aff 1 LORD, I am thine; — thine would I die, — 
 Be thine through all eternity: 
 The vow is past beyond repeal, 
 Now will I set the solemn seal. 
 
 2 Here, at that cross, where flows the blood, 
 That bought my guilty soul for God, 
 Thee my new Master now I call, 
 And consecrate to Thee my all ! 
 
 8 Do Thou assist a feeble worm 
 
 The great engagement to perform! — 
 O, blessed Jesus ! let me be 
 mf At last a guest in heav'n with Thee ! davies. 
 
SUPPER.] HYMN 550. 640 
 
 548. (iii.3.) CM. Litch^eld. Arlington. 
 The JVew Covenant sealed. 
 1 "THE promise of my Father's love 
 Shall stand forever good ;" — ■ 
 He said, descending from above. 
 And seal'd the grace ^^ith blood. 
 Aff 2 To this dear cov'nant of thy word 
 I set my worthless name ; 
 I seal th'erigagement to my Lord, 
 And make my humble claim. 
 3 My soul and flesh, as seems most right, 
 And all my pow'rs are thine ; 
 mf The pard'ning grace, and strength, and light, 
 And glory shall be mine ! watts. 
 
 549. L, M, Ashfield. 97th Psalm. 
 
 At the Lord's Table. 
 
 1 "THlvS do," said Christ," rememb'ring me!" 
 Aff Yes, Lord, I will remember Thee ! 
 
 I drink the wine, and eat the bread, 
 The gift, which vivifies the dead. 
 
 2 No thrall, releas'd, who walk'd forth free. 
 E'er joy'd, as I, redeem'd by Thee! 
 From dungeon to a palace led. 
 
 All pain, and grief, and care are fled.. 
 
 3 And greater still my joy shall be, 
 When ransom'd from the grave l3y Thee t 
 Then, rising from my prison bed. 
 
 My wings for heav'nly flight I'll spread. 
 
 4 Then, Lord, thy glory I shall see. 
 And I shall dwell fore'er with TheeF 
 
 mf With Thee, first Riser from the dead. 
 
 Of all thy ransom'd ones the Head! allen^ 
 
 550. (ii'u 5.) CM, Albany. St. Martin's. 
 Christ the Bread of Life. 
 1 LET us adore th' eternal Word, 
 'T is He our souls hath fed: 
 Thou art the living stream, O Lord, 
 And Thou th' immortal bread, 
 56 
 
650 HYMN 551. [the lord's 
 
 2 Blest be the Lord, who gives his flesh 
 To nourish dyinf? men, 
 
 And often spreads his table fresh, 
 Lest we should faint again. 
 
 3 Our souls shall draw their heav'niy breath. 
 While Jesus finds supplies, 
 
 Nor shall our graces sink to death, — 
 mf For Jesus never dies ! 
 
 — 4 Daily our mortal flesh deray?, 
 
 But Christ, our life, shall come ; 
 His unresisted j)owY shall raise 
 Our bodies from the tomb. watts. 
 
 551. (ili.6.) L. M. Abhfielcl. 97lh Pialm. 
 
 Memorial of Christ. 
 
 1 JESUS is gone above the skies, 
 Beyond our feeble, narrow sight, 
 And earthly objects fill our eyes; 
 And cheat us with a false delight. 
 
 2 While He is gone to dwell above. 
 He gave, — lest we forget his face, — 
 These emblems of his dying love, 
 These kind memorials of his grace. 
 
 8 Let sinful sweets be all forgot, 
 And earth grow less in our esteem, 
 mf Christ and his love fill ev'ry thought. 
 
 And faith and hope be lix'd on Him! watts 
 
 552* S. M. Mornington. St. Thomas. 
 
 Remembering Christ. 
 1 "THIS do, rememb'ring me!" 
 Aff Yes, Lord, we drink the wine. 
 
 And eat the bread, rememb'ring Thee, 
 And all thy love divine ! 
 
 5J When Thee from heav'n we see, 
 Disrob'd of glorious form, 
 O, shall we not remeinber Thee, 
 In form of man, a worm? 
 
 rap 3 Lord, in Gethsemane, 
 
 Where bloody sweat-drops roll'd, 
 
SUPPER.] HYMN 554. 651 
 
 Our melting hearts remember Thee, 
 And all thy grief untold! 
 
 4 And on th' accursed tree, 
 Where Thou didst hang in wo, 
 
 We, wond'ring, Lord, remember Thee, 
 The Lamb, whose flood did flow ! 
 
 naf 5 From bursting tomb set free. 
 Ascending to thy throne, 
 Our Savior! we remember Th^e! 
 AYe boast in Thee alone ! allen. 
 
 553. («>>• 2.) S. M. Lfithrop, Watchman. 
 
 Communion with Christ, 
 1 CHRIST doth his saints invite 
 Around his board to meet: — 
 We come, and find a pure delight. 
 With Him communion sweet. 
 
 5 This sacred bread and wine 
 Maintain our fainting breath, 
 By union with our Lord divine, 
 And interest in his death. 
 
 S The saints and Christ above 
 Our Father deems but one ; 
 "We the young children of his love. 
 And Christ the first-born Son. 
 
 mi 4 Let all our pow'rs be joined 
 His glorious name to raise ; 
 Pleasure and love fill ev'ry mind. 
 And ev'ry voice be praise! watts, 
 
 554. (iii- 22-) L, M, Chapel Street, Wells. 
 
 Compassion of Christ. 
 
 aff 1 OUR Savior's praise we loud proclaim: 
 
 O, that our feeble lips could move. 
 
 In strains immortal, as his name. 
 
 And melting, as his dying love ! 
 
 2 Was ever equal pity found? 
 
 The Prince of heav'n resigns his breath. 
 And pours his life out on the ground 
 To ransom guilty worms from death. 
 
652 HYMN 555. [the lord's 
 
 3 In vain our mortal voices strive 
 To speak compassion, so divine ; 
 Had we a thousand lives to ^iVe, 
 
 All, — blessed Jesus^ — should be thine! watts. 
 
 555. (iii. 23.) C. M. Ferry. London. 
 
 Giori/ by the Death of Christ. 
 
 1 SITTING around the Savior's board, 
 We raise our tnnrful breath ; 
 
 Our faith beholds her dying Lord, 
 And dooms our sins to death. 
 
 2 The blood of Jesus is displayed, 
 Whence all our pardons rise ; 
 
 Wr, sinners, view th' atonement made, 
 And love the sacrifice. 
 
 Aff3 Thy cruel thorns, thy shameful cross 
 Procure us heav'idy crowns: 
 Our hii,diest irain sj)rini(s from thy loss, 
 Our healing from thy wounds. 
 
 4 O! 'tis imj)ossible, that we. 
 Who dwell in feeble clay, 
 
 Should equal surf'rings bear for Thee, 
 
 Or equal thanks repay ! watts. 
 
 556. L- i^I. Pilesgrove. Dresden. 
 Christ dying, risingy and reigning. 
 
 mp 1 HE dies! — the Friend of sinners dies! 
 
 Lo, Salem's daughters weep around: 
 
 A solemn darkness veils the skies! 
 
 A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 
 
 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree ; 
 For us the Lord of glory's slain ! — 
 
 mf But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! 
 Jesus, the dead, revives again ! 
 
 3 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! 
 Up to his Father's courts He flies ; 
 Cherubic le<rions guard Him home, 
 And shout Him welcome to the skies! 
 
 4 Say now, ye saints, — *'Live, glorious King! 
 Born to redeem, and strong to save!" 
 
SUPPER.] HYMN 558. 653 
 
 Then ask, — ^'O death, where is thy sting? 
 And Where's thy victory, boasting grave?" 
 
 WATTS. 
 
 557. (iii. 19.) L. M, St. Peter's. Alfreton. 
 JVot ashamed of Christ crucified. 
 
 Aff 1 THOU, who didst wear the crown of thorns, 
 Thy dying feast we here attend ; 
 Thy blood, like wine, thy board adorns, 
 Thy flesh doth nourish ev'ry friend. 
 
 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love. 
 And trusts for life in one, who died! 
 We hope for heav'nly crowns above 
 From a Redeemer crucified. 
 
 8 Let the vain world pronounce it shame 
 And deem thy service pain and loss ; 
 mf We come to boast our Savior's name, 
 And make our triumphs in his cross ! 
 
 4 With joy we tell the scoffing age, 
 "He, that was dead, has left his tomb ; 
 He lives beyond their utmost rage. 
 And we are waiting, till He come !" watts. 
 
 558. (iii* 7.) L. M, Sunderland. Wilhington. 
 '^Crucifixion to the World. 
 
 1 WHEN I survey the wondrous cross, 
 On which the Prince of glory died. 
 My richest gain I count but loss, 
 And pour contempt on all my pride. 
 
 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast. 
 Save in the death of Christ, my God: 
 All the vain things, that charm me most, 
 I sacrifice them to thy blood. 
 
 mp 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet 
 Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! 
 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet. 
 Or thorns compose so rich a crow^n? 
 
 — 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine. 
 That were a present far too small ; 
 
654 
 
 mf 
 
 559. 
 
 mf 
 
 HYMN 559. 
 
 [the lord's 
 
 mp 
 mf 
 
 560. 
 
 aff 1 
 
 liOve so amazing, so divine, 
 
 Demands my soul, my life, my all! watts. 
 
 H. M. Darvvell. Warsaw. 
 
 Praise of ZioiVs King. 
 
 1 YE angel-hosts above, 
 Jesus extol, your King ; 
 His joyful jn-aises sing, 
 In wonder and in love ; 
 
 For He, a Con(|uVor in his might, 
 Is now enthroned in glory bright! 
 
 2 Ye saints, with sweeter joy, 
 Bestow the praises ihm ; 
 Let songs your lips employ, 
 For He once died for you: — 
 
 Then j)raise Him fiir his love and power ; 
 Extol your Kiiig forevermore! allen. 
 
 7s. Nurcmburg. Blue Town. 
 
 JVo saving A^ame but that of Christ. 
 JESUS! when the flf)ods of grief 
 Me o'erwhelm with foaming wave. 
 From thine arm I seek relief: 
 Lord, no other name can save! 
 
 Jesus! when in tempting hour 
 Passion holds me as its slave. 
 Thou canst break the tempter's power: 
 Lord, no other name can save! 
 
 Jesus! when my heart repents, 
 When with tears thy feet I lave, 
 Thou canst drive despondence hence: 
 Lord ! no other name can save ! 
 
 Jesus! though, the world around, 
 
 Wild delusions fiercely rave, 
 
 Yet in Thee is safety found: 
 
 Lord! no other name can save! allen. 
 
 561 
 
 7s. Adullum. Pilgrim's Chant. 
 Love to the crucified Savior. 
 aff 1 SAVIOR! who didst die for me, 
 Hanging on the cross-shap'd tree, 
 
SUPPER.] HYMN 563. 655 
 
 Who didst come, my soul to save. 
 And to lift me from the grave ; — 
 
 2 Since I thy salvation know, 
 
 O what flame of love should glow 
 In my heart, redeem'd by blood. 
 And by Thee restor'd to God? 
 
 3 Blessed Savior! thron'd above. 
 Thee I would forever love ! 
 
 mf Lord, to Thee be praise and power. 
 
 Blessing, glory, evermore ! alleji. 
 
 562. 8. &7. Sicily. Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 Praise to the Redeemer. 
 aff 1 JESUS! blest be Thou, victorious. 
 Sacrifice, and Savior, Lord ! 
 Now our heav'nly King, all-glorious. 
 By the countless hosts adored! 
 
 mp 2 Once thy blood was freely flowing. 
 
 As Thou on the tree didst die: 
 mf Now to Thee are angels bowing. 
 
 Seated on thy throne on high ! 
 
 — 3 We would join their songs, and never 
 
 Shall our holy raptures end ! 
 mf We will praise Thee, Lord, forever, 
 
 Jesus, SAvioR, matchless Friend ! allen. 
 
 663. S. M. St. Thomas. Silver Street, 
 
 Praise for Redemption. Isa. 44. 
 1 WASH'D is the crimson stain, — 
 Not wool so bright in show ; 
 The scarlet die is white again. 
 Like gently falling snow ! 
 
 mf 2 For this, ye heav'ns, now sing. 
 And lift up gladsome voice ; 
 ^T is done by Christ, the heav'nly King: 
 O, earth below, rejoice ! 
 
 S Ye mountains, join the song, 
 Ye forests, shout for joy! 
 Let ev'ry tree the strain prolong. 
 And notes of praise employ ! 
 
656 HYMN 564. [the lord»s 
 
 4 God hath his sons redeemed, 
 And .shown them saving love ; 
 The li^^ht on them hatli now outbcamed, 
 And glory from above ! allex*. 
 
 561. 6s. Alps. 
 
 Hope of Heaven through Christ. 1 Pet. 1. 
 
 1 THY name, O God, be blest, 
 Who, in thy wondrous love, 
 Hast giv'n us hope of rest, 
 And bliss with I'hee above! 
 
 2 This lively hope we owe 
 To Jksts' matchless love, 
 
 mf Who burst his tond) below, 
 And rose to heav'n above! 
 
 — 3 And now we hope to share 
 
 The fruits of saving love, — 
 mf A kingdom without care. 
 
 Bright heritage above! 
 
 •flf 4 We do not Thee behold ; 
 
 Yet, SavioR, Thee we love, 
 
 And joy with joys untold 
 
 In hope of heav'n above! allem. 
 
 565. S. M. Boylston. Fairfield. 
 
 The Passover denoting the Death of Christ. 
 
 1 THE wrathful angel's sword 
 Did ev'ry dwelling smite. 
 
 Except w here post of door was scored 
 With blood of Lamb in sight. 
 
 2 But where that blood was seen 
 On lintel of the door, 
 
 The angel's sw ord, though bright and keen. 
 That dwelling passed o'er. 
 
 3 Thus in the final day. 
 When angel hosts shall come 
 
 To smite the wicked with dismay, 
 And send them to their doom, 
 
 4 Their sword shall ne'er intrude 
 On them, for whom Christ died,— 
 
SUPPER.] HYMN 567. 657 
 
 Who bear the mark of saving blood. 
 
 By faith and love applied ! allen. 
 
 566. L. M. Ribbith. Bowen. 
 Christ dying and rising. 
 
 1 WHY o'er the sun is spread a pall, 
 And why heaves earth in agony? — 
 The Lord^ who fram'd this earthly ball. 
 And kindled glorious sun, doth die ! 
 
 2 For us the King of gloiy dies ! 
 
 See, hanging on the cross-shap'd tree, 
 Th' unblemish'd Lamb of sacrifice. 
 Whose blood doth set the guilty free. 
 
 mf 3 In vain the rock-hewn tomb is sealed. 
 In vain the guard is watching round: — 
 An angel-form is bright revealed, 
 And terror shakes the solid ground ! 
 
 — 4 The stone why rolls he from the door. 
 
 And opes the Savior's tomb to light ? 
 mf Because his Master sleeps no more. 
 But rises in eternal might ! 
 
 afif 5 Blest Jesus ! now enthroned on high. 
 
 We trust in Thee, for Thou canst save, — 
 
 Assur'd, that though our bodies die. 
 
 Thine arm will bring them from the grave ! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 567. '''S' Anfield. RedeemiDg Love. 
 Redeeming Love. 
 
 Aff 1 JESUS ! Savior ! who didst die 
 On the cross in agony, 
 Let our ransom'd spirits prove 
 Wonders of redeeming love ! 
 
 2 Lord ! — of all, which meets our sight, 
 AVhat can fill us with delight. 
 What our heart's aftections move. 
 Like thy strange, redeeming love? 
 
 3 Raise us from our dwelling low ; 
 Then, while endless ages flow, 
 
 mf We will praise, in heav'n above, 
 
 Wonders of redeeming love! allek. 
 
 56 
 
658 HYMN 568. [the lord's 
 
 568. S. iM. 8t. Thomas. Silver Street. 
 Glorying in the Cross. 
 
 1 THE monarch on his throne 
 May boast his state and train: 
 Jesus, the Lamb, my soul hath known ; — 
 I boast a Savior slain ! 
 
 2 Rich man, though foelile, old. 
 May boast his wealth andj^ain: 
 I ask no gems nor treasur'ii gold, 
 I boast a Savior slain ! 
 
 S Philosophers in pride 
 
 May b<)ast th(^ir knowledge vain: 
 My soul hatli known the Crucified ; 
 I boast a Savior slain ! 
 
 4 And e'en in world of lii^ht, — 
 Wlien heav'nly home I gain, — 
 Amidst the host of angels bright, 
 I'll boast a Savior slain ! allen. 
 
 569. 6 & 4. Dort. Italian Hymn. 
 Praise of the Redeemer. 
 
 Aff 1 MY Savior and my King, 
 Thy praises I will sing 
 
 With raptures high! 
 For wondrous was the love. 
 Which Thee in heav'n did move, 
 And brought Thee from above 
 
 For us to die ! 
 
 mp 2 Well may our tears o'erflow, 
 At sight of grief and wo 
 
 On tree accurst ; 
 Well might the sun his light 
 Conceal in gloom of night, 
 And earth quake ^^ ith affright. 
 And graves outburst! 
 
 mf 3 But, Lord, Thou soon didst rise, 
 And mount up to the skies, 
 
 Fore'er to reign: 
 And we, through endless days. 
 Our joyful songs will raise. 
 
 I 
 
SUPPER.] HYMN 572. 659 
 
 And, grateful. Thee will praise^ — 
 
 A Savior slain ! allen. 
 
 570. S. P, M. Peters. Green Str. 
 
 Martyrs saved hy Christ'' s Blood, 
 1 THESE glorious spirits bright, 
 Array 'd in garments white. 
 
 How came they to the seats of day? 
 mp They came through sorrow's flood, 
 And in the Savior's blood 
 
 Have wash'd their guilty stains away. 
 
 I 2 And now no more they know 
 
 Hunger, nor thirst, nor wo ; 
 
 No more shall cares their peace annoy ; — 
 mf Christ is their Sun of light. 
 They see his glory bright. 
 
 And bow down with eternal joy ! allek. 
 
 Oil. 7s. Southampton. Pilton. 
 
 The Marriage- Supper of the Lamh. Rev. 19. 
 mf 1 HARK, a voice of countless throng 
 
 Rises in melodious song, 
 f Like the voice of rushing flood, 
 
 Like the voice from bursting cloud ! 
 
 mf 2 Through the arch of glorious skies 
 Hark, that voice in thunder cries, — 
 
 f "Hallelujah! God doth reign! 
 Jesus lives, who once was slain! 
 
 mf 3 "Let us all be glad, rejoice ! 
 Let us lift applauding voice ; 
 For the Marriage-Feast is come, 
 And his Bride the Lord brings home !" allen. 
 
 572. 8 & 7. Cesarea. Sicilian Hymn. 
 
 Christ the Light of the heavenly City. 
 
 1 PURE the stream of life is flowing, 
 Clear as crystal, from the throne ; 
 
 From the throne, where saints are bowing, — 
 Throne of God and Christ, his Son. 
 
 2 There no curse shall e'er be falling, 
 Naught of evil can annoy ; 
 
660 DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 There on God the saints are calling, 
 With the voice of praise and joy. 
 
 3 There no light of sun is needed, 
 Blessed rity to illume ; 
 
 There no «rleam of moon is heeded, 
 For no night doth spread its gloom. 
 
 4 There God's glory is outheaming. 
 In its splendor, pure and hright ; 
 There the Lamh of God is gleaming, — 
 Heav'nly city's fadeless light! allen. 
 
 573. 8&6. Sardii. 
 
 The heavenly Host praising the Lamb. 
 
 1 LO, in yon glorious world hehold 
 
 Victors, arrayM in li^dit ; — 
 All joyful >vith thrir harps of gold, 
 They praise thrir Savior's might, 
 mf Hark, how their songs of praise resound, 
 
 Glad songs, which hcav'n re-echoes round! 
 — They sing the Lam!) of sacrifice. 
 Who for tiieir ransom dies I 
 
 2 Sine: they the Victor from the tomb, 
 
 Whom death could not retain. 
 Uprising to his heav'nly home, 
 
 The Lord of life, once slain! — 
 mf <'We liail Tiiee, Savior! concju'ring King! 
 And all thy might an<l glory sing ! 
 And we'll extol thy grace and power 
 In songs forevermore !" allen. 
 
 DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 1. L. M. 
 
 TO God, the Father,— -God, the Son,— 
 
 And God, the Spirit, — three in one, — 
 
 Be honor, praise, and glory given 
 
 By all on earth, and all in heaven ! watts. 
 
 2. C. M. 
 
 LET God, the Father, and the Son, 
 And Spirit be adored, 
 
DOXOLOGIES. 661 
 
 Where there are works to make Him known. 
 Or saints to love the Lord. watts. 
 
 3. S. M. 
 
 YE angels, round the throne. 
 And saints, that dwell below, 
 Worship the Father, praise the Son, 
 And bless the Spirit too. watts. 
 
 4. L. M. Jude 25. 
 TO God, our Savior, only wise, 
 Be glory, majesty, and power! 
 
 The Lord, enthroned above the skies. 
 We'll gladly praise forevermore ! allek. 
 
 5. L.M. Rev. V. 13. 
 LET blessing, honor, glory, power 
 Be paid to God, enthron'd in light, — 
 And to the Lamb, whom we adore, — 
 While endless years shall wing their flight ! 
 
 ALLEN. 
 
 6. CM. Rev. V. 12. 
 TO Thee, O Lamb, who once didst die, 
 Be paid all glory, power. 
 
 All riches, wisdom, majesty. 
 
 And blessing evermore ! allen. 
 
 7. S. M. Rev.vii. 10. 
 SALVATION to our God, 
 
 Who sits upon the throne. 
 
 And to the Lamb, who earth once trod, 
 
 And mighty grief hath known ! allen. 
 
 8. 7s. Rev. 7. 12. 
 BLESSING, gloiy, wisdom, might. 
 Lord, we pay with sweet delight ; 
 And our songs of praise shall grow. 
 While unending ages flow ! allen. 
 
 9. 8,7&4. Rev. V, 
 GLORY, honor, pow'r, and blessing 
 All to Him, who holds the throne, 
 
 57 
 
G62 DOXOLOGIES. 
 
 All to Thcc arc now aiklrcssing, 
 Lamb! who once the cross hast known! 
 
 Loudest praises 
 Unto Thee, who grief hast known ! alleic. 
 
 10. II. M. Rev. 5. 
 
 ONCE slain, Thou Lamb of God, 
 
 But now exaltcMl hiirh, 
 
 We praise thy saving blood, 
 
 For Thou for ns didst die! 
 To Tliee be bh'ssing, glory, power. 
 And songs of ])raisc foreverniore ! allen. 
 
 END. 
 
INDEX 
 
 or SUBJECTS, IN THE PSALMS AND HYMNS, 
 
 [Reference is made to the page. Before p. 360 are Psalras: af- 
 ter page 360 are Hymns.] 
 
 A 
 
 AARON and Christ, 426. 
 Abel and Christ, 432. 
 Abraham oftering his son, 519. 
 
 promise to, 519. 
 Absence from God intolerable, 536. 
 Acceptance of mercy, instant, 480. 
 Access to God by a mediator, 418. 
 Acknowledgment of sloth, 533. 
 Adam, and Christ, 14. 
 
 his fall, 469. 
 Adoption, 526. 
 
 Adversity, trust in God in, 539, 
 Advice to youth, 83, 487. 
 Affliction, 538. 
 
 benefit of, 274. 
 
 church in, 182, 184, 320-324 
 
 from God, 606, 607. 
 
 hope in, 99. 
 
 sanctified, 606. 
 
 submission to, 605. 
 Africa, prayer for emigrants to, 594. 
 Aged Christian's confidence in God, 167. 
 
 prayer, 166. 
 Age old, happy, 542. 
 Alarm, 484. 
 
 All creatures praising God, 347-359. 
 Almost a Christian, 471. 
 Angels, "guardianship of, 206. 
 
 invited to praise God, 234. 
 
 ministry of, 543, 544. 
 
 song of at the birth of Christ, 404-406. 
 
 •ong of with the redeemed, 636. 
 58 
 
664 INDEX OF SUBJECTS, 
 
 Apostles' commission, 553. 
 
 Ascension of Christ, 56-58, 113, 114, 161, 414, 416. 
 
 Atonement of Christ, 412, 419-421. 
 
 Attributes of God, 84-87 ; 363-383. 
 
 B 
 
 Babylon, fall of, 562,563. 
 Baptism, 532, 643-647. 
 
 of children, 644. 
 Bearing the cross, 527. 
 Beatitudes, 514. 
 
 Beauty of the church, 116, 119. 
 Belief and salvation, 523. 
 Believer, buried with Christ, 532. 
 
 dying, 287. 
 Beneficent man, 98. 
 Benefit of alllictions, 274. 
 Bible, its value, 267-281. 
 
 Society, meeting of, 552, 589. 
 Blessed Gospel, 202. 
 Blessedness of the charitable, 255. 
 
 of the holy, 3, 4. 
 
 of the pious dead, 619, 628, 629. 
 
 of the righteous, 90, 256, 297, 354, 355. 
 Blessing of God necessary, 295. 
 Blessings of a country, 104 : 579. 
 
 of a family, 296, 297. 
 Blindness to God, 472. 
 Blind, receiving sight, 438. 
 Blood of Christ, cleansing from sin, 419, 420. 
 Book of nature and scripture, 38. 
 Brazen serpent, 431. 
 Breathing after heaven, 204. 
 Brevity of life, 94, 205. 
 Brotherly love, 306, 309. 
 Building God's house, 584. 
 
 c 
 
 Canaan, lost, 214. 
 
 Israel led to, 243. 
 Captivity of Zion, 320-324. 
 Character of the righteous, 26. 
 Characters of Christ, 422. 
 Charitable man, 517. 
 Charity rewarded, 90, 9S, 255. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 665 
 
 Oiarity schools, 536. 
 Child lost, 500. 
 Children of God, 516. 
 Children, hymn for, 588. 
 
 praising God, 13. 
 
 prayed for, 586-588. 
 Choice of God immediate, 479, 480. 
 Christ, and Aaron, 426. 
 
 ascending, 56-58, 113, 114. 
 ascension of, 56-58, 161 ; 414, 415. 
 
 atonement of, 412, 419-421. 
 
 birth of, 404-406. 
 
 characters of, 422. 
 
 and his church, 106, 107. 
 
 coming of, 219 ; 407. 
 
 compassion of, 429. 
 
 condescension of, 15 
 
 conqueror, 411. 
 _ converts to, 252. 
 
 coronation of, 417. 
 
 cross of, 435. 
 
 crucified, 413, 435. 
 
 death of, 164 ; 412,413. 
 
 delight in him, 447. 
 
 entering heaven, 56. 
 
 divinity of, 403. 
 
 dominion of, 411. 
 
 dying and rising, 47. 
 
 ever-living, 228. 
 
 exaltation of, 5, 16, 114 ; 417, 435. 
 
 example of, 433. 
 
 foundation of the church, 264, 266. 
 
 giving sight to the blind, 438. 
 
 glory and grace in him, 409. 
 
 glory of, 105, 108. 
 
 glory of in heaven, 456. 
 
 as heavenly beauty, 424. 
 
 as heavenly love, 425. 
 
 heavenly praise of, 456-459. 
 
 humbled and exalted, 16, 
 
 incarnation of, 95, 220. 
 
 intercession of, 431 . 
 
 invitation of, 431. 
 
 Hosanna to, 264. 
 
 a judge, 220. 
 
 a king, 6, 46, 47, 114, 115, 229, 251, 252 ; 427. 
 
666 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Christ, King of Zion, 170, 224, 251. ^ 
 
 kingdom of, 6, 49, 168, 171, 222 ; 566-570. 
 knocking at the door, 493, 
 Lamb slain, 437. 
 Lamb worshiped, 453. 
 living, 418,446. 
 
 love to him, 424, 428, 441,444-447. 
 love of to man, 407, 430, 441 , 443. 
 majesty of, 224. 
 mediation of, 408. 
 Messiah, 423. 
 miracles of, 411. 
 not ashamed of him, 514, 527. 
 nativity of, 404-406. 
 obedience and death, 164. 
 obeyed or resisted, 481. 
 offices of, 426. 
 pardon by him, 419. 
 pattern for us, 433. 
 pierced by our sins, 420. 
 power of, 162, 163, 251, 252. 
 praise to him, 223, 225 ; 403, 408, 447, 454-459 
 prayer of, 48, 49, 165, 250. 
 prayer to him, 448-454. 
 preached, 456. 
 priest, 251, 252 ; 427, 432. 
 prophet, 427. 
 raised to the throne, 46. 
 reconciling God to man, 425. 
 redeeming love of, 440, 446. 
 regard to the humble, 512. 
 reigning, 113. 
 
 resurrection of, 29, 46, 113, 162 ; 411, 414-416. 
 righteousness of, 523. 
 righteousness, our, 434. 
 sacrifice, 95, 
 
 salvation by him, 192, 193, 265,424, 439. 
 Savior, 436, 437. 
 Shepherd, 54. 
 sovereign judge, 220. 
 star of Bethlehem, 439. 
 sufferings, 47, 49, 164, 165 ; 435. 
 in the temple, 410. 
 transfiguration of, 410. 
 triumph of, 458. 
 trust in him, 45, 442. 
 types of him, 440. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 66t 
 
 Christ, union to him, 448. 
 
 universal kingdom, 6. 
 
 victory of, 109 ; 416. 
 
 vision of at death, 617. 
 
 waters of life from him, 102. 
 
 way to God, 418. 
 
 wisdom of God, 404, 
 Christian, communion, 240, 
 
 covenant with God, 501. 
 
 crucified to the world, 432. 
 
 dedication to God, 502. 
 I effort, 531. 
 
 ( evening meditation of, 541. 
 
 Israel 5 545. 
 
 religion, excellent, 387. 
 
 race, 529. 
 
 soldier, 528, 529. 
 
 warfare, 528. 
 Christians, encouraging each other, 547. 
 
 meeting, 392, 393. 
 
 parting with earthly joys, 502, 503 
 
 repenting, 321 ; 503-507. 
 Church, in affliction, 182,184. 
 
 beauty of, 116, 119. 
 
 birth-place of saints, 195, 
 
 bride of Christ, 108. 
 
 Christ its foundation, 264, 266. 
 
 our delight, 63. 
 
 enemies of warned, 187. 
 
 future glory of, 159, 
 
 glory of, 115-119. 
 
 God's presence in, 302-305. 
 
 honor of a nation, 116. 
 
 house of God 303-305, 
 
 persecuted, 104. 
 
 prayer for, 158-160. 
 
 praying for mercy, 183, 184. 
 
 safety of, 109-112, 117, 298 ; 546. 
 
 typified by Israel, 239. 
 City of God loved, 288. 
 Close of the year, 581. 
 Comforter, the Holy Ghost, 467, 468. 
 Communion with saints, 240, 548. 
 Compassionate man, 97, 98. 
 Condescension of God, 15. 
 59 
 
668 INDKX OF SUBJECTS, 
 
 Confession and pardon, 74. 
 
 and prayer, 91, 125-131, 333. 
 Confidence in God, 49, 62-66, 137, 141, 144, 179. 
 
 in old age, 167. 
 Conqueror's song, 35. 
 Conscious guilt and relief, 91. 
 
 upriirhtness, 61. 
 Conversion of the nations, 565—670. 
 Converts, 252,513. 
 
 female, 510. 
 Conviction by the law, 497. 
 Coronation of Christ, 417. 
 Correction for sin, 243. 
 Corruption of manners, 22- 
 Corrupted youth, 473. 
 Counsel from God, 29. 
 Country, our good, 104. 
 
 blessings of ouf, 579. 
 Covenant with God, 501. 
 Creation, works of, 79, 363, 364^ 
 
 and redemption, 367, 547. 
 Creator praised, 226, 236, 363-367. 
 Creatures dependent, 238. 
 Cross of Christ, borne, 527. 
 
 crucified by it, 432. 
 
 looked at, 421. 
 
 meditation on, 507, 
 
 repentance at the, 507. 
 Cure of envy and unbelief, 87^ 
 Custom in sin, 472. 
 
 D 
 
 Daily worship, 209, 210. 
 
 Danger of delay, 484. 
 
 Dangerous prosperity, 135. 
 
 Day and night, 237. 
 
 Day of judgment, 121-125; 632-634,639-642. 
 
 of the Lord, 209, 264, 286. 
 Death, 698-629. 
 
 of a child, 624. 
 
 of a christian, 621, 626, 629. 
 
 dreadful or delightful, 511. 
 
 escape from, 260. 
 
 and eternity, 612. 
 
 of a friend, 629. 
 
 and glory, 612, 618. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS, €69 
 
 I Death, issues of life and, 613» 
 of a minister, 621, 
 of a missionary, 622, 
 peaceful, 620. 
 of a pious youth, 625. 
 and resurrection, 615, 627. 
 of the righteous, 614, 619, 620, 629. 
 scenery in contrast, 624. 
 I of a sister in Christ, 623. 
 
 I this year, 577. 
 
 I triumphant, 614, 616, 626, 
 
 : of a wife, 623. 
 
 I Deceitfulness of sin, 496. 
 j Decrees, 377, 
 ' Dedication psalm, 302, 
 I Delay dangerous, 484. 
 I Delight in God, 145, 146, 
 ^ and his worship, 145, 138-192. 
 
 i and his word, 267-281. 
 
 Deliverance from despair, 34, 
 from slander, 73. 
 song of, 94, 290. 
 from temptation, 213. 
 wonderful, 292, 294. 
 Dependence on God, 238. 
 I Depravity of man, 22, 24, 26, 132, 
 ] Desertion and hope, 100. 
 
 Despondence and hope, 99, 100, 178. 
 Destruction of Sodom, 477. 
 Difference of righteous and wicked, 1. 
 Difficult way to heaven, 515. 
 Discipline of affliction, 607. 
 Distribution of tracts, 585. 
 Divine instruction, 60. 
 Doom of the wicked, 1, 
 Door of the heart, 493. 
 Drunkard, 592. 
 Dying believer, 287. 
 sinner, 486. 
 
 E 
 
 Earnest prayer, 12, 333. 
 
 i Earth, called to praise God, 354, 
 love of, 599. 
 Earthly glory, vaiu, 121. 
 Eclipse of the sun, 575. 
 Education religious, 81- 
 
670 INDEX OP SUBJECTS. 
 
 Effects of the gospel, 435. 
 Effort, christian, 531. 
 Elect, security of the, 430, 
 Electing love 378, 379. 
 Election, sovereign and free, 377. 
 Elijah, fed by ravens, 537. 
 Emigrants to Africa, prayer for, 594. 
 End of the righteous, 2, 3, 131, 619, 620. 
 
 of the wicked, 2,3, 131, 132. 
 Enemies of the church warned, 1S7. 
 Envy, cure of, 87. 
 Equity of providence, 18. 
 Escape from death, 260. 
 Eternity, .^)98, 604, 612. 
 Ethiopia to be converted, 564. 
 Evening hymns, 571-574. 
 
 meditation, 541. 
 
 psalm, 8. 
 
 of the sabbath, 402. 
 Exaltation of Christ, 5,417. 
 Example of Christ and saints, 434. 
 Excellence of Cod's word, 276, 281. 
 Exhortation to holiness, 82. 
 
 to inmiediale obedience, 530. 
 
 to praise Cod, 227, 262, 2ea 
 
 to worship Cod, 217. 
 Expostulation with sinners, 491. 
 
 F 
 
 Faith, justification by, 520-524. 
 
 living and dead, 526. 
 
 power of, 524, 525. 
 
 and repentance, 129. 
 
 strong, 550. 
 
 in things unseen, 525. 
 
 and unbelief, 522. 
 
 walking by, 524. 
 Fall of Babylon, 562, 563. 
 Family blessings, 296, 297. 
 
 holy, 296. 
 Fast-day, 580. 
 
 for war, 580, 
 Fathers, God's mercy to our, 105. 
 Feast, marriage or other, 583. 
 Female convert, 510. 
 Few saved, 471. 
 Field of the world, 560. 
 Final judgment, 641. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 671 
 
 First coming to the Lord's table,648. 
 
 Folly of persecutors, 25. 
 
 Foretaste of heaven, 550. 
 
 Forgetfulness of God, 241. 
 
 Forgiveness, 74-77, 299 ; 508-510. 
 
 Fountain opened, 420. 
 
 Frailty of man, 203-205, 230,601. 
 
 Free grace, 545. 
 
 Friendship, 307. 
 
 Funeral, 615. 
 
 Future glory of the church, 159. 
 
 G 
 
 General corruption, 22. 
 Glory of Christ, 105, 107, 108, 
 
 of the church, 115, 196. 
 
 to God, 390. 
 
 and grace, 221. 
 
 of Zion, 196, 197. 
 God, all and in all, 385. 
 
 all-seeing, 213, 326. 
 
 all-sufBcient, 383. 
 
 almighty creator, 363, 365. 
 
 anger of, 375. 
 
 answer to prayer, 80. 
 
 the avenger, 19. 
 
 blessing of necessary, 295. 
 
 care of his people, 53. 
 
 condescension, 14, 335, 380. 
 
 confidence of the righteous in him, 17, 
 32,62-66,137,141,144,179, 279. 
 
 the creator, 236. 
 
 creatures dependent on him, 238. 
 
 decrees of, 377. 
 
 defence of the righteous, 7, 19, 21. 
 33,142, 
 
 defence of Zion, 177. 
 
 delight in, 145, 146. 
 
 dominion, 211,367. 
 
 dwelling with the humble, 511. 
 
 electing love of, 378, 379. 
 
 eternal, 203,204,211, 
 
 eternal dominion of, 367. 
 
 extolled, 194, 227. 
 
 faithful, 244. 
 
 favor of sought, 102, 331. 
 
 to be feared, 376. 
 
672 
 
 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 God, forgetful ness of, 241. 
 forgiving, 299, 
 of the gentiles, 218. 
 glory of, 238, 312 ; 363, 369, 373. 
 the glory of Zion, 546. 
 goodness of, 231, 337, 338, 341, 
 
 345, 383, 600. 
 greatness of, 336, 337, 340 ; 369. 
 great in Zion, 177. 
 the happiness of man, 294 ; 384. 
 hearing prayer, 50,66, 156. 
 help in evil times, 21, 
 a hiding place, 496. 
 house of, 301. 
 house of loved, 188-192. 
 house to he huilt, 584. 
 impartial, 34. 
 incomprehensihle, 371. 
 judge and refuge, 16. 
 justice of, 160, 214, 375. 
 kindness of 160. 
 light in darkness, 384. 
 longing after, 101, 136. 
 is love, 383. 
 love of, 15,86,87. 
 nrjajesty of, 36, 68, 69, 86, 201 , 202, 
 
 211,212,235,239,312,336,337, 
 
 372, 374. 
 mercy of, 232-235, 254, 292-294, 
 
 325, 338, 380. 
 mercy praised, 81, 157, 176, 325. 
 mercy sought, 72, 141, 300,335. 
 mercy to our fathers, 105. 
 mercies of, 161, 233-235, 260. 
 miracles of for Israel, 181. 
 omnipresence of, 326-329, 369. 
 omniscience of, 214, 326-329, 376. 
 ordering the seasons, 237. 
 perfections of, 84-87,319, 368,370. 
 perfect law of, 42. 
 portion of the righteous, 8,30, 173, 
 power of, 212, 254, 374. 
 praised, 156,157, 176,240, 249,250, 
 
 262, 268, 339, 390, 391. 
 praise to him, 185, 215, 216, 219, 
 
 226, 227, 238, 242, 257, 311, 
 
 320, 339-359. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 673 
 
 God, prayer to, 299, 
 
 presence of in trouble, 536, 
 present in Zion, 152, 188-192,302, 
 303. 
 
 our preserver, 284, 382. 
 
 a protector, 12,37,82,283,285, 332. 
 
 protector of his church, 110, 283. 
 
 protector of his saints, 192, 283-285. 
 
 providence of, 153,236, 319. 
 
 punishing and rewarding, 244, 248. 
 
 a refuge, 9, 16,38, 67, 73, 103,111, 
 136, 145, 206, 331. 
 
 rejoicing in, 33, 78, 542, 543. 
 
 requiring the heart, 122, 
 
 rewarding, 244, 248. 
 
 righteous judge, 20 
 
 righteous, 213, 
 
 a rock, 37. 
 
 safety in him, 80, 206, 207, 
 
 a Savior, 36, 45, 72,133, 
 
 seen in nature, 366, 
 
 our shepherd, 50-55. 
 
 songs to, 223. 
 
 sought, 143, 148, 149. 
 
 a sovereign eternal, 70,161,211,377. 
 
 our strength, 145. 
 
 success from him, 294, 295. 
 
 a sun and shield, 190. 
 
 support from, 29, 134. 
 
 support of Zion, 221. 
 
 thirst for, 101, 148, 149, 
 
 trust in him, 134, 143, 259, 299, 
 342, 386, 539. 
 
 truth of, 341, 381. 
 
 victory from, 35, 334, 335. 
 
 vision of him, 385. 
 
 walking with him, 541, 
 
 wisdom of, 376. 
 
 works of rehearsed to children, 180. 
 
 works of, 43, 78, 79,112, 162,180, 
 240, 253, 254, 312. 
 
 worship of, 10, 147, 208-210, 217, 
 309, 310. 
 Goodman, 225. 
 Good men loved, 28, 
 Goodness of God, 231, 
 
 I 
 I 
 
674 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Good news to sinners, 493. 
 
 Good works, 28, 
 
 Gospel, conquering nations, 554, 
 
 excellent, 40, 41, 202 ; 387. 
 
 happiness of those, who hear it, 389, 
 
 influence of, 568, 
 
 invitations, 436, 509. 
 
 and law, 386. 
 
 power of, 389. 
 
 neglected, 481. 
 
 not ashamed of, 513, 514. 
 
 spread through the world, 568-570. 
 
 triumphant, 141. 
 Government of Christ, 107. 
 Grace in Christians, 516. 
 
 free, 545. 
 
 and glory, 221. 
 
 and holiness, 535. 
 Gratitude for mercies, 260. 
 Grave, warning from, 609. 
 Greatness of God, 336,337, 340. 
 Guidance of the word, 271. 
 
 H 
 
 Happiness of the righteous, 1, 271. 
 
 Happy old age, 542. 
 
 Harvest last, 632. 
 
 Heathens , asking for the gospel, 554. 
 
 Heaven, 630, 637. 
 
 freedom from sin in, 635. 
 heir of, 27. 
 saints in, 637. 
 sight of, 635. 
 Heavenly, ahode, 57. 
 
 Jerusalem, 642. 
 
 joy at the conversion of a sianer,499, 
 
 500. 
 joy on earth, 390. 
 race, 530. 
 rest, 634, 643. 
 shepherd, 51-55. 
 Heavens, called to praise God, 353. 
 
 declaring God, 40. 
 Help prayed for, 83, 165. 
 Heralds of Zion, 555, 
 Holiness desired, 44, 269. 
 
 exhortation to, 82. 
 and grace, 535, 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. G75 
 
 Holy resolutions, 270. 
 
 Holy Spirit, the comforter, 207. 
 
 guidance of supplicated, 462. 
 
 influences prayed for. 464. 
 
 prayer for, 459-468. 
 
 regeneration by, 464-466. 
 
 witnessing to the soul, 468. 
 Hope in afiliction, 99. 
 
 in the covenant, 532. 
 
 in darkness, 22. 
 
 and dependence, 99, 100, 178. 
 
 of heaven, 550, 617. 
 
 and prayer, 63. 
 
 of the resurrection, 28. 
 Hosanna to Christ, 264. 
 House of God, longed for, 146, 301. 
 
 loved, 188. 
 
 to be built, 584. 
 Humble, Christ's regard to, 512. 
 
 God dwelling with, 511. 
 Humiliation for disasters in war, 142. 
 Humility, 300, 301. 
 Husbandman, psalm for, 153. 
 Hymn for little children, 588. 
 Hypocrisy and sincerity, 533. 
 Hypocrites judged, 123. 
 
 I 
 Idols, vanity of, 259, 310, 311. 
 Ignorance and unfruitfulness, 532. 
 Illusions of the world, 603. 
 Immediate choice of God, 479, 480. 
 
 repentance, 198. 
 Improvement of present time, 531. 
 Incarnation of Christ, 95. 
 Individuals corrected for sin, 243. 
 Ingratitude to God deplored, 504. 
 Inspiration and prophecy, 387. 
 Instant submission, 478. 
 Instruction divine, 60. 
 
 from the word, 267-281. 
 Invitation, by new converts, 552. 
 
 of the Gospel, 436, 509. 
 
 of mercy, 431. 
 
 and revival, 551. 
 Isles of the west, 559. 
 Israel, led to Canaan, 243, 257, 253. 
 
 Christian, 545 
 60 
 
676 INDEX OF SUBJECTS, 
 
 Israel, lamenting, 175. 
 
 a type of the chnrch, 239. 
 Issues of life and death, 613. 
 
 J 
 
 Jacob wrestling, 452, 453. 
 Jehovah, a rock, 37. 
 
 our shepherd, 51. 
 Jerusalem heavenly, 642. 
 
 to be restored, 563. 
 Jesus, ascending, 56-58. 
 
 inviting sinners, 489, 490. 
 
 looking on Peter, 513. 
 
 not asharued of, 514. 
 
 a rock, 64. 
 Jews, prayed for, 564. 
 Joy, in God, 642, 543. 
 
 in God's mercy, 293, 294. 
 
 in heaven, 500. 
 
 in heaven for a repenting sinner,499 
 500. 
 Joyful praise of (lod, 219. 
 Joys earthly parted with, 502, 503. 
 Jubilee, year of, 430. 
 Judgment, day, 121-125, 632-641. 
 
 last, 121-125. 
 
 and youth, 487. 
 Justice of God, 160, 214. 
 Justification, 74, 520-524. 
 
 K 
 
 Kindness of God, 160. 
 
 Kingdom of Christ, 159, 167-171, 222, 224, 
 229, 565. 
 
 L 
 
 Lamb, the, praised, 456-458. 
 Lamentation of Israel, 175. 
 Landing of Pilgrims, 581. 
 Last, harvest, 632. 
 
 judgment, 121, 638. 
 
 trumpet, 636. 
 Law, convincing of sin, 497. 
 
 of God perfect, 42, 268, 276. 
 
 and Gospel, 386. 
 
 immutable, 276. 
 
 obeyed, 274. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 677 
 
 Liberty, sinners invited to, 489. 
 
 to prisoners, 495. 
 Life, the day of hope, 599. 
 
 not desired, 605. 
 
 frail, 203-205, 598. 
 
 a pilgrimage, 549. 
 
 shortness of, 92-94, 203-205, 600, 
 I 601. 
 
 Light, in darkness, 539. 
 
 and glory of the word, 387. 
 
 God's word a, 270. 
 'Living and dead faith, 526. 
 'Longing, after God, 101,136. 
 
 for the house of God, 146. 
 Looking at the cross, 421. 
 Lord's, day, 209, 264, 286 ; 398-402, 
 
 evening, 402. 
 j morning, 10. 
 
 prayer, 393, 394. 
 
 supper instituted, 648. 
 Lost, child, 500. 
 
 and saved, 486, 
 Love, brotherlv, 306-309. 
 
 to Christ, 424, 428, 441, 445-447. 
 
 of the earth, 599. 
 
 to enemies, 84. 
 
 of God to man, 15, 86, 87. 
 
 to God, 534, 535. 
 
 to God's house, 188. 
 
 to God and man, 535. 
 
 to God's word, 267-281. 
 
 of good men, 28. 
 
 miracle of, 441. 
 
 to parents, 518. 
 
 redeeming, 440. 
 
 without it no religion, 534. 
 
 to Zion, 285-288. 
 
 M 
 
 Madness of sin, 470. 
 Magistrate, 228. 
 
 resolving to be faithful, 176. 
 warned, 186. 
 Majesty of God, 36,68,69,86,201,202,212, 
 222,235,239, 312, 336,337 ; 
 372-374. 
 
678 INDEX OF SLBJECTS. 
 
 Man, approved of Cod, 27. 
 
 mortal, 203-205, 230. 
 weakness of, 370, 374. C^0^ . 
 Marriage, 583, 584. 
 Martyrs glorified, 628. 
 
 Masters resolving to liberate their slaves ,597. 
 Mediation of ( hrist, 408. 
 Meditation, on the cross, 607. 
 evening, 541. 
 and retirement, 540. 
 Meeting, of Bihle society, 552, 5^9, 
 of christians, 392, 393. 
 of Missionary society, 552,553, 589. 
 of Peace society, 589. 
 Melancholy and hope, 178. 
 Mercies of (iod, 161, 232-235, 242,292. 
 Mercy, praise for, 138, 157,242, 292-294. 
 325, 326. 
 
 pravedfor, 59, 139, 183. 
 proifered, 508. 
 Messiah *s, coming and kingdom, 222- 
 power, 251 , 252. 
 prayer on the cross, 48. 
 Midnight, hymn, 572, 575. 
 
 thoughts, 147. 
 Minister, death of a, 621. 
 Ministry of angels, 543, 544. 
 Miracles for Israel, 181, 257. 
 Missionaries, death of, 622. 
 
 on the departure of, 55& 558. 
 encouraged, 554, 556. 
 prayer for on voyage, 557. 
 Missionary society, meeting of, 552, 553 
 Moral reform, 593. 
 Morning Hymn, 7, 570 — 573. 
 Mortality of man, 203-205. 
 Mourner comforted, 608, 609. 
 Mourning, pilgrim, 540. 
 
 the pious dead, 607. 
 Mystery of providence unfolded, 173. 
 
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 Nation, the church the honor of a, 1 16 
 Nations, converted, 565. 
 
 corrected for sin, 243. 
 Natural and spiritual influences, 154. 
 Nature, and scripture, 38-41. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 679 
 
 speaking of God, 365, 366. 
 Necessity of a new heart, 471. 
 Neglect of the gospel, 480. 
 New, heart prayed for, 130. 
 
 year, 576. 
 Night, 237. 
 Not ashamed of the Gospel, 513. 
 
 of Jesus, 514, 527. 
 Now the accepted time, 482. 
 
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 Obedience, 75. 
 
 immediate, 530. 
 Offices of Christ, 426. 
 Old, age happy, 542. 
 
 and new creation, 14. 
 Omnipresence of God, 326-329. 
 Omniscience of God, 214, 326-329. 
 Opening a place of worship, 195, 583, 584. 
 Original sin, 469. 
 
 P 
 
 Paradise on earth, 443, 570. 
 Pardon, 74-77, 125, 419. 
 
 sought, 125-131. 
 Parents, beloved, 518. 
 Parting with earthly joys, 502, 503. 
 Peace, 590, 591. 
 
 over the world, 110. 
 
 prayer for, 155, 282. 
 
 society, 589, 590. 
 
 and union, 306. 
 Peaceful death, 620. 
 Penitence, 504-507. 
 Penitent, forgiven, 76. 
 
 prayer of, 96, 125. 
 Pefections of God, 84-87, 319. 
 Persecution, deliverance from, 132. 
 Persecutors, folly of, 25. 
 Perseverance, 516. 
 Peter reproved by Christ, 513. 
 Pilgrim mourning, 540. 
 Pilgrimage, life a, 549. 
 Pilgrims landing, 581. 
 Place of worship, 195, 196 ; 583, 584. 
 Pleading with God, 11, 24, 73, 91, 175, 199, 
 289. 
 
680 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Pleasures of public worship, 187-191. 
 Portion of saints and sinners, 32. 
 Power, of Christ, 113, 162, 163. 
 
 of faith, 524,525. 
 
 of God, 212. 
 
 of the gospel, 389. 
 Praise, to our Creator, 'i23. 
 
 for creation and redemption, 547. 
 
 to Christ, 223, 225, 227. 
 
 to Father, Son, and Spirit, 392. 
 
 and prayer, 186, 
 Praise to God, 157, 185, 215-219, 225, 227, 
 239, 240, 242, 249, 250, 262, 
 263.266,31 1-320,339-359,391 . 
 
 for deliverance, 332. 
 
 for escape from death, 260. 
 
 for his mercy, 81, 133, 138, 157. 
 
 for protection, 139. 
 Prayer, in affliction, 61 , 199, 232. 
 
 of aged christian, 166. 
 
 answered, 80, 97. 
 
 at the beginning of public worship, 
 395. 
 
 for a blessing on public worship,394. 
 
 for children, 518, 586-588. 
 
 of Christ on the cross, 48. 
 
 to Christ, 448, 449, 450, 452. 
 
 of church in affliction, 182-184. 
 
 at the close of worship, 397. 
 
 for emigrants to Africa, 594. 
 
 to God, 9, 12, 194,279, 331. 
 
 heard forZion, 230. 
 
 for help, 83,165, 199, 333. 
 
 and hope, 44, 63, 64, 135. 
 
 for instruction, 393. 
 
 for the Jews, 564. 
 
 the Lord's, 393, 394. 
 
 for mercy,59, 125-131, 139,275, 299. 
 
 for peace, 155. 
 
 of the penitent, 96, 125-131. 
 
 and praise, 67, 133, 139, 150, 194. 
 
 for protection, 330. 
 
 public, 150, 187-191. 
 
 for the righteous, 330. 
 
 before and after sermon, 395, 396. 
 
 in sickness, 231. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 681 
 
 Prayer, against slander and strife, 150, 282. 
 
 in sorrow heard, 11. 
 
 for success of iheseed sown, 396. 
 
 in temptation, 23, 137. 
 
 for triumph of the gospel, 158-160. 
 
 in trouble, 103. 
 
 and trust iu God, 135, 289. 
 
 of Zion, 181, 182, 229. 
 
 for Zion and our country, 158. 
 Priesthood of Christ, 432. 
 Prisoners, called to liberty, 495. 
 
 of hope, 429. 
 Proffered mercy, 508. 
 Promise to Abraham, 519. 
 Prophecy and inspiration, 387. 
 Prospect of eternity, 604. 
 
 of heaven, 618. 
 Prosperity dangerous, 135. 
 
 of sinners, 172. 
 Protection, 206, 283. 
 Providence, of God, 18, 319, 
 
 mystery of unfolded, 172. 
 
 rehearsed to children, 180. 
 
 works of, 79. 
 Prudence and zeal, 92. 
 Psalm for the husbandman, 153. 
 Public prayer and praise, 150,187-191. 
 Public worship, beginuing of, 395. 
 
 close of, 397. 
 Punishment of the wicked, 13. 
 
 Q 
 
 Quickening by the word, 272. 
 R 
 
 Race, christian, 529, 
 
 heavenly, 530, 
 Rainbow, 576. 
 Ravens feeding Elijah, 537. 
 Reconciliation by Christ, 425. 
 Recovery from sickness, 537. 
 Redeemed, songs of the, 633. 
 Redeeming love, 440. 
 Reform moral, 593. 
 Refuge, God a, 73, 103, 145, 331. 
 Regeneration, 464-466. 
 Rejoicing in God 33, 73, 542 
 
682 ^ INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Reliance on the word, 275. 
 Religion, revived, 551. 
 
 true, SS. 
 
 vain without love, 534. 
 Religious education, 81. 
 Repentance, 74, 129, 198, 474, 478,480,503- 
 
 507, 
 Resignation, 538. 
 Rest, heavenly, f)34, 643. 
 Restoration ofthe Jews, 71, 261. 
 Resurrection, 30,31,197,200, 615,627,630 — 
 632, 640. 
 
 of Christ, 29, 113, 162, 414-416. 
 Retirement, 517, 540. 
 Return, sinners invited to, 492. 
 Revival, 551 . 
 Reward of charity, 90. 
 Riches vain, 120, 121. 
 
 Righteous* the, their blessedness,90, 290,291, 
 297. 
 
 their character, 1-3, 26, 27. 
 
 confiding in (lod, 17. 
 
 their dwelling blessed, 297. 
 
 God their defence, 21 . 
 
 praved for, 330. 
 
 safe, 290, 291. 
 
 and wicked, 1-3, 20, 89, 131. 
 Righteousness by Christ, 166. 
 Rome, fall of, 563. 
 Rulers, warning to, 140, 186. 
 
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 Sabbath, 209, 264, 286 ; 398-402. 
 
 evening of, 402. 
 
 morning of, 402. 
 
 school, 585-588. 
 Sacrifice of Christ, 95. 
 Safety, ofthe church, 109, HI, 546. 
 
 in God, 80, 143, 206, 207. 
 
 ofthe righteous, 290, 291. 
 Sailor's psalm, 245-247. 
 Saint, his abode in heaven, 56, 637 
 
 death of, 228, 615,62 7 
 
 his hope, 31 . 
 
 portion of, 3, 32. 
 
 protected and blest, 82, 354, 355. 
 Saints, communion of, 548. 
 
 and nature united, 54S. 
 
IxXDEX OF SUBJECTS. 683 
 
 Salem loved, 288. 
 
 Salvation, in answer to prayer, 97. 
 
 by Christ, 192, 193, 265, 424, 439. 
 by grace, 512. 
 Sanctification, 74. 
 Saved and lost. 486, 
 Seamen's psalm, 245-247. 
 Seasons, the, 151, 237, 345, 346. 
 Schools, Sunday and Charity, 586. 
 Scripture and nature, 38, 39. 
 Scriptures, 267—281. 
 Seeking God, 148, 149. 
 Shepherd, Christ a, 54. 
 
 God a, 50 — 55. 
 Shortness of life, 92. 
 Sickbed-devotion, 93. 
 Sickness, prayer in, heard, 11. 
 
 and recovery, 70, 71, 261, 637. 
 Sinai and Zion, 388. 
 Sincerity, 34, 328, 533. 
 Sin, confessed, 125 — 131. 
 
 correction for, 243. 
 
 custom in, 472. 
 
 deceitfulness of, 496. 
 
 disease and madness of, 470. 
 
 forgiveness of, 508. 
 
 original, 469. 
 Sinner, dying, 486. 
 
 joy for his repentance, 499, 500. 
 
 miserable, 3. 
 
 resolving to go to Christ, 498. 
 
 joining God's people, 498. 
 Sinners, awakened, 488. 
 
 exhorted, 474, 478 — 480. 
 
 expostulated with, 491. 
 
 good news to, 493. 
 
 invited, 488—495. 
 
 portion of, 32. 
 
 prosperity of, accursed, 172. 
 
 warned, 474-477, 480-495. 
 Singing God's praise, 217-219. 
 Slander, deliverance from, 73. 
 Slanderers, prayer concerning, 150, 282, 
 Slaves, hymn for release of, 597. 
 
 prayer for, 596. 
 
 not regarded as property, 596. 
 
 religious instruction of, 595. 
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684 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 
 
 Slaves, submitting to God's will, 596. 
 Sloth acknowledged, 533. 
 Sodom, destruction of, 477. 
 Soldier, christian, 528, 529. 
 Songs, of angels, 4(»4, 406, 636. 
 
 for deliverance, 94, 290. 
 
 to (iod, 217-219,223,290,347-359. 
 
 of the redeemed, 636. 
 Son of God praised, 392. 
 Soul redeemed, 120. 
 Spirit Holy, the Comforter, 467, 468. 
 
 guidance of, 462. 
 
 influences of, 464. 
 
 praised, 392. 
 
 prayer for,459-463, 466. 
 
 regeneration by, 464-466. 
 
 sent, 467. 
 
 witnessing, 468. 
 Spiritual influence?, 151, 154, 155. 
 Spring, 151, 155, 577, 578. 
 Star of liethlehem, 439. 
 State of nature, 469. 
 Storfn and thunder, 68. 
 Strength from heaven, 549. 
 Strife complained of, 282. 
 Submission, to aflliction, 301, 605. 
 
 instant, to God, 478-480. 
 Sufferings of Christ, 47, 164, 165. 
 Sun and sun of righteousness, 43. 
 Support in aflliction, 134. 
 
 from God, 29. 
 
 from the word, 277, 279. 
 
 T 
 
 Temperance, 592. 
 
 Temptation, deliverance from, 213. 
 
 prayer in, 137. 
 Thanksgiving day, 104, 105, 578, 579. 
 Thirst for holiness, 44. 
 Thirsting for Christ, 441. 
 
 for God, 101, 148, 149. 
 Thunder, 68. 
 Time, accepted, now, 482. 
 
 flight of, 482. 
 
 importance of, 483. 
 
 improvement of present, 531. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 685 
 
 Time, short, 483. 
 
 To-day, 485. 
 
 Tracts distributed, 585. , 
 
 Transfiguration of Christ, 410. 
 
 Triumph over death, 614, 616, 626, 
 
 of the gospel, 141. 
 < Trouble, God's presence in, 536. 
 
 God sought in, 73.* 
 True religion, 88. 
 Trumpet last, 636, 
 Trust in Christ, 45. 
 
 in God, 60, 64, 134, 135, 143, 259, 
 
 299, 539. 
 Types of Christ, 440. 
 
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 Unbelief, cure of, 87. 
 Unchristian zeal, 473. 
 Unconverted state, 469. 
 Unfruitfulness and ignorance, 532. 
 Union, and peace, 306, 307. 
 
 of saints and nature, 548. 
 Universal praise to God, 347-359. 
 Uprightness, 61. 
 
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 Vanity of idol, 259, 310, 311. 
 
 of man as mortal, 93, 335. 
 
 of riches, 120. 
 
 of the world, 602, 603. 
 Victory of Christ, 109. 
 
 from God, 35, 132, 334, 335. 
 
 hope of, 44. 
 Vision of Christ at death, 617. 
 Voice from the heathen, 654. 
 
 of nature, 40, 41. 
 Waiting on God, 289. 
 Walking with God, 541. 
 War, 591. 
 { disasters in, 142. 
 
 Warfare christian, 528. 
 Warning, to the enemies of the church, 187. 
 
 from the grave, 609. 
 
 to rulers, 140, 186. 
 
 to sinners, 474-477, 480-487. 
 Waters of life, from Christ, 102. 
 Way to heaven difficult, 515. 
 
686 INDEX OF SUBJECTS, 
 
 Wicked, character and doom of the, 1, 140. 
 
 end of, 131, 132. 
 
 not to be envied, 89, 174. 
 
 punished, 13. 
 
 and righteou3, 1, 89. 
 Widow's son raised, 630. 
 Wife, death of, 623. 
 Winter and spring, 346. 
 Word of God, 267-281. 
 
 our guido, 271. 
 
 a lamp and light, 270,271,387,388. 
 Works of God, 43, 112, 157, 162, 240, 241, 
 2.53, 254, 314-320. 
 
 praise for the, 344. 
 
 rehearsed to children, 180. 
 World conversion of, 560, 562, 565-570. 
 
 end of, 603. 
 
 field of, 560. 
 
 illusions of, 603. 
 
 vnnitv of, 602. 
 Worship of (;od, 147,187-191,217, 309,310. 
 
 delight in, 145,187-191, 208-210. 
 214-216. 
 Wrestling Jacob, 452, 453. 
 
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 Year, close of 581. 
 
 of death, 577. 
 
 of jubilee, 430. 
 
 new, 576. 
 
 seasons of, 151. 
 Youth, advice to, 83,487. 
 . corrupted, 473. 
 
 and judgment, 487. 
 
 prayer for, 587. 
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 Zeal, and prudence, 92. 
 
 unchristian, 473. 
 Zion, in affliction, 323. 
 
 beauty of, 116, 119. 
 
 blessedness of, 117. 
 
 captivity of 320-324. 
 
 Christ her king, 170, 224,225,252. 
 
 the city of God, 118. 
 
 converts of numerous, 252. 
 
 extolled, 286. 
 
 the glory of, 117,119,196,197,301. 
 
 God's abode, 302, 303. 
 
INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 687 
 
 I Zion, God its defence, 177» 
 I God the glory of, 546. 
 
 God great in, 177. 
 
 God present in, 152, 177, 302-305. 
 
 God a savior in, 45. 
 
 and the gospel, 389. 
 
 guarded, 298. 
 
 heralds of, 555. 
 
 loved, 285, 288. 
 I prayer for, 229, 304, 805. 
 
 I prayer for heard, 230. 
 
 ( prayer of, in affliction,181, 182. 
 
 its protector, 110. 
 1 restored, 230, 561. 
 
 I safe, 298, 546. 
 
 ' and Sinai, 388. 
 
 j the support of, 221. 
 
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GENERAL SUBJECTS OP HYMNS. 
 
 1. Of God and his Works, p. 363-386. 
 
 2. Of the Word of God, 386-390. 
 
 3. Of the Worship of God, 390-393 . 
 
 4. Of the Lord's Day, 398-403. 
 
 5. Of Christ and Redemption, 403-459. 
 
 6. Of the Holy Spirit, 459-467. 
 
 7. Of Sinners, 469-501. 
 
 8. Of Christians, 501-550. 
 
 9. Triumph of the Gospel, 551-570. 
 
 10. Various Occasions, 570-598. 
 
 1 1 . Death and Eternity, 598-643. 
 
 12. Baptism, 643-647, 
 
 13. The Lord's Supper, 648-660. 
 
 14. Doxolodes. 660-662. 
 
ANTHEMS, AND OTHER SELECT PIECES. 
 
 1. 
 HOLY, holy, holy. Lord God of Sabaoth ! Heaven 
 and earth are full of the majesty of thy glory. Glory 
 be to Thee, O Lord, most high ! Bost Acad, 
 
 O ZION, tmie thy voice, 
 A.nd raise thy hands on high ! 
 Tell all the earth thy joys, 
 And boast salvation nigh: 
 
 Cheerful in God, 
 Arise and shine. While rays divine 
 
 Stream all abroad. Anc. Lyre 
 
 3. 
 HOLY, holy, holy. Lord God of Sabaoth! Heaven 
 and earth are full of thy glory : Hosanna in the high- 
 est. Blessed is He, that cometh in the name of the 
 Lord! Hosanna in the highest. GouWs Ch, Harm, 
 
 AGAIN the day returns of holy rest. 
 Which, when He made the world, Jehovah blest. 
 When, like his own. He bade our labors cease, 
 And all be piety, — and all be peace. 
 
 Let us devote this consecrated day 
 To learn his will ; and all, we learn, obey ; 
 So shall He hear, when fervently we raise 
 Our supplications, and our songs of praise. 
 
 Father of heav'n ! in whom our hopes confide. 
 Whose pow'r defends us, and w^hose precepts guide ; 
 In life our Guardian, —and in death our Friend, — 
 Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end. 
 
 Bost. Acad. ^ Gould^s Ch. Harm. 
 
 5. 
 
 O, HOW lovely is Zion, city of our God? Joy and 
 peace dwell in thee. O, how lovely is Zion? Joy and 
 peace ever dwell in thee. Choir and Bost. Acad. 
 
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088 ANTHEMS, &c. 
 
 6. 
 
 DAUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sadness f 
 Awake for thy Wn^s shall oppress thee no more. 
 Briirht o'er thy hills dawns tluMlay star c>f gladness ; 
 Arise! for the ni^j^ht of thy sorrow is o'er. 
 
 Strong were thy foes, but the arm, that sulnlued them, 
 And scattered their lei:ions, was mightier far ; 
 They Hed, like the chalf, from the scourge, that pur- 
 sued them ; 
 V^ain were their steeds and their chariots of war. 
 
 I):iuirhtrr of Zion, the pow'r, that hath savM thee, 
 ExtollM with the harp and the tindjrel shouhl he: 
 Shout ! for the foe is destroyed, that enslavM thee ; 
 Th' oppressor is vanquishM, and Zion is free. 
 
 Handel ij- Haydn, Choir, and Anc, Lyre. 
 
 7. 
 
 SHOUT the "^lad tidiiii^s, e.\ultin<jly sing ; 
 Jerusalem triui]ij)hs, Messiah is King! 
 Zion the marvellous story he telling, 
 The Son of the Hii^hest, how lowly his birth ; 
 The brightest ar('han;rel in glory excelling; 
 He stoops to redeem thee. He reigns u])on earth ' 
 
 Jlnc. Lyre, 
 8. 
 
 THE Lord will comfort Zion ; He w ill coiiifort her 
 waste places, and make her like Eden, like the garden 
 of the Lord. Joy and gladness shall be found therein; 
 thanksgiving and the voice of melody. Anc. Lyre. 
 
 9. 
 
 O BE joyful in the Lord, all ye lands ; serve the 
 Lord with gladness, and come before his presence with 
 a song. ii 
 
 Be ye sure, that the Lord, He is God: it is He, tha^ 
 hath made us, and not we ourselves: we are his peo- 
 ple, and the sheep of his pasture. 
 
 O go your way into his gates with thanksgiving, and 
 into his courts with praise. Be thanktul unto Him, 
 and speak good of his name. 
 
 For the Lord is gracious ; his mercy is everlasting, 
 and his truth endureth to all generations. Bost.Acad 
 
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ANTHEMS, &c. 689 
 
 10. 
 
 O CO ME J let us sing unto the Lord ; let us heartily 
 rejoice in the strength of our salvation. 
 
 Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, 
 and show ourselves glad in Him with psalms. 
 
 For the Lord is a great God, and a great King 
 above all gods. 
 
 In his hand are all the corners of the earth ; and the 
 strength of the hills is his also. 
 
 The sea is his, and He made it ; and his hands pre- 
 pared the dry land. 
 
 O come, let us w-orship and fall down, and kneel be 
 fore the Lord, our Maker. 
 
 For He is the Lord our God ; and we are the people 
 of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand. 
 
 O worship the Lord in the beauty of his holiness ; 
 let the whole earth stand in awe of Him ; 
 
 For He Cometh, for Hecomethto judge the earth, 
 and with righteousness to judge the world, and the 
 people with his truth. Bost. Acad. 
 
 11. 
 
 IT is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and 
 to sing praises unto thy name, O Most High ; 
 
 To tell of thy loving kindness early in the morning, 
 and of thy truth in the night season ; 
 
 Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon the 
 lute ; upon a loud instrument, and upon the harp ; 
 
 For Thou, Lord, hast made me glad through thy 
 w^orks ; and I will rejoice in giving praise for the oper- 
 ations of thy hands. Bost. Acad. 
 
 12. 
 
 BLESSED be the Lord God of Israel, for He hath 
 
 visited and redeemed his people ; 
 
 And hath raised up a mighty salvation for us, in the 
 house of his servant David 5 
 
 As He spake by the mouth of his holy prophets, 
 which have been, since the world began ; 
 
 That we should be saved from our enemies, and from 
 the hand of all, that hate us. Bost. Acad. 
 
 13. 
 O PRAISE God in his hoUness ; praise Him in the 
 
690 ANTHEMS, &c 
 
 firmament of his power ; 
 
 Praise Him for his no])le acts; praise Him according 
 to his excellent greatness ; 
 
 Praise Him in the sound of the trumpet; praise Hin 
 upon the lute, and harp ; 
 
 Praise Him in the cymbals, and dances ; praise Hin 
 on strings, and pipes ; 
 
 Let every thing, that hath breath, praise the Lord 
 praise the Lord. Bost. Acad. 
 
 14. 
 
 For an Ordination. 
 GO forth, ye heralds, in my name, 
 Sweetly the gospel trumpet sound ; 
 The glorious Jubilee proclaim, 
 Where'er the human race is found. 
 
 The joyful news to all impart, 
 And teach them, where salvation lies ; 
 With care bind up the broken heart. 
 And wipe the tears fr(^m wee])ing eyes. 
 
 Be wise as serpents where you go. 
 But harmless as the peaceful dove ; 
 And let your heav'n-taught conduct show, 
 That you're commission'd from above. 
 
 Anc. Lyre. 
 
 15. 
 
 At a Funeral. 
 
 I HEARD a voice from heav'n, saying. Blessed are 
 
 the dead, which die in the Lord, from henceforth: Yea, 
 
 saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors 
 
 and their works do follow them. 
 
 Anc. Lyre. ^ GouWs Ch. Harm. 
 
 16. 
 
 GLORY to God on high; 
 Let earth and skies reply. 
 
 Praise ye his name ; 
 His love and grace adore. 
 Who all our sorrows bore ; 
 Sing aloud evermore, — 
 
 Worthy the Lamb ! Anc, Lyre. 
 
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